Out there chap2

Gokou walked into the kitchen, a powerful driving force clear in his eyes, his tail lashing as he looked around the room and weighed the two figures within. He smirked and slowly made his way to the shorter of the two, who was standing over a counter, and wrapped his arms around them from behind, nuzzling their neck.

"FATHER!" the third person yelped from his seat at the table, sounding rather scandalized. A blush spread on the teen�s face as Gokou pointedly ignored him and continued lavishing attention on his mate.

You might have noticed a difference between this chapter and the last. Well... It is different.

His mate, one spiky-haired, spandex clad, short-tempered Saiyajin prince by the name of Vegeta, was beginning to get rather annoyed with the current situation. Normally he wouldn�t have minded getting such treatment from his mate, but he was trying to cook them breakfast. He was hungry and Gokou was making it very hard to cook. Oh to make a choice between sex and food... Completely unfair and something a prince should never be torn between.

"Kakarotto, if you want to eat at all today you will let me go now..." Vegeta growled, low in his throat. Gokou looked hurt, but covered it quickly with a smirk.

"Of course koi. We need our energy for... Later." He emphasized this with a slow sweep of his tongue across his lips. He turned, twitching his tail suggestively, and sat down at the table.

"Daaaad..." Chaahan, the teen, groaned and buried his face in his hands "You�re a complete slut."

"Sure kid, but only for my ouji." Gokou grinned.

"You�re a follower of your ouji, and your ouji says to be quiet while he�s cooking breakfast today!" Vegeta growled. Gokou just smirked at him.

"I can�t believe that this is my family..." Chaahan moaned, tilting his chair back and sighing "Though it�s still better than I would have fared if mom had custody of me. Dende, I�d never be able to do anything except study if she had her way!"

"That reminds me, how�s the sex group you�re in going?" Gokou raised an eyebrow.

"Eh, it broke up. Turns out Mindy�s too possessive of Trent, even though she knows Trent likes Jis, and Ben was getting tired of Sal always following me around like a lost puppy. That and Tiffany�s parents found out about her and Clarisa. Right now all that�s left is a threesome with Jack, Kyle, and Jis." Chaahan rambled off. Gokou nodded and dug into the sausages Vegeta had set on the table. Vegeta looked at Chaahan for a second, then snorted and turned back to the food he was preparing with a muttered "I�m never going to understand human relationships..."

"Humans tend not to understand �em either Vegeta." Chaahan remarked with a grin and grabbed some sausages before his father could scarf them all.

"Do you have to go to court again today?" Chaahan looked up worriedly at his father and Vegeta from where he�d been poking the last of his breakfast around on his plate.

"Not today son, though the therapist they gave us will be here at three o�clock." Gokou frowned, staring off at nothing in particular. Vegeta snorted again.

"Those baka human courts will eventually get in into their thick heads that they cannot separate Kakarotto and his youngest gaki. And I will get my heir back as well." Vegeta stood up and left the kitchen. Gokou watched, his expression unreadable, then turned back to his son.

"Chaahan, remember, you have to act normal in front of the therapist. No mentioning that group of yours, and please hide your tail." Gokou recited the usual instructions. Chaahan nodded.

"Yes father, I know, just like last time. I�ll keep Vegeta in line too."

"I think I can do that myself, but thanks son." Gokou got up, gave his son a warm hug, and went to take his morning shower.

Chaahan just poked absently at the last bit of his food, sighed, and started putting the dishes away.

A knock on the door signaled that it had begun.

A collective sigh of suffering arose from the occupants of the house as Chaahan went to get the door. Outside the door was the government-appointed family therapist, the one person between them and the two men�s sons.

"Hello Miss Mellain." Chaahan bowed, Gokou and Vegeta nodding politely in the background. Vegeta looked rather upset at having to be polite to a human, but was subdued by his mate taking his hand and squeezing slightly.

"Good day Chaahan. How have you been?" the tall, brown-haired lady set down her briefcase and brushed some dust from her modest gray suit. Chaahan smiled politely at her, absently thinking that he just might end up screaming in a few minutes.

"Oh, I�ve been very well. I passed my last math test with very high marks, so my father took me to a baseball game." Chaahan didn�t mention that he could have done trigonometry from all his mother had made him study, nor did he mention that the baseball game mainly consisted of Yamcha getting drunk, hitting himself with the bat, and Gokou getting annoyed and deciding it would be better to just go have ice-cream.

"Oh, so you�ve been doing well in school?" the therapist nodded, writing things down on a notepad she had had in a pocket.

"Very well. To be honest, I was thinking about talking with my teachers about going up a grade early." Chaahan informed her.

"So you�d rather talk with your teachers about this than your father and his boyfriend?" the therapist�s eyebrow arched elegantly with her question. Chaahan thought it looked like a caterpillar in it�s death throes.

"Well," Gokou cocked his head to the side "it stands to reason he would talk to his teachers about his grades. I�m not in control of his school, and he�s been doing good with them so far."

"So you don�t feel the need to involve yourself in your son�s affairs." the therapist commented.

"I don�t usually need to. He doesn�t need me to ask him things, he tells me what he wants me to know, he does his homework without being asked, and he has lots of friends!" Gokou smiled "I think he�s a fine young man and doesn�t need me to control every little thing he does."

Vegeta silently congratulated himself for making Gokou study those �answers to invasive questions� he�d come up with. The baka might have made a fool of himself otherwise.

"So do you know any of these �friends� of your son�s?" the therapist continued scribbling in that little notepad of hers. Chaahan was starting to develop an inane desire to grab it from her, rip it to shreds, and stomp on it while yelling that they �didn�t need no shrink!�

"Oh yes! They�re all very delightful people." Gokou�s front of cheeriness was starting to grate on Vegeta, he�d forgotten how annoying the taller Saiyajin could be around other people "They come visit sometimes, on weekends and summer break. They�re very intelligent, friendly people. None of them cause any trouble or anything. They even clean up they�re own messes, something Vegeta here could learn, ne?" Gokou playfully elbowed his prince, who grunted noncommittally and shrugged, not wanting to say anything, but knowing his mate would be irritated if he didn�t. Plus he wanted to get through with this as soon as possible so he could get his son back.

"So your... Boyfriend doesn�t do housework?" the therapist arched her eyebrow again. �Definitely a caterpillar.� Chaahan thought.

"Oh, he does housework, he just leaves a dish out now and again, nothing big." Gokou shrugged "He�s not a slob. He�s very clean actually."

"So... Mr. Vegeta..." Ms. Mellain turned to the prince, who had to resist the urge to growl at her and lash his tail "What do you do for a living?"

Chaahan nearly started hyperventilating. Gokou just smiled, last week he and Vegeta had gone out and gotten the prince a job, so he�d look �respectable�.

"I work at Wal-mart."

Ok, as respectable as someone whose job is shelving candy-corn can be.

"Really? How long have you had this job?" the therapist pressed.

"A week." Vegeta admitted, folding his arms over his chest and cocking his head to the side, his expression clearly stating, without being hostile, that the woman in front of him would never be worth even half of what he was.

She didn�t even pause before asking her next question.

"And what did you do before that?" she scratched another note onto her paper. Goku looked a little nervous now. Vegeta smirked.

"Professional destruction worker." Oh yes, our prince always has a good comeback, doesn�t he?

"Is that like those people who knock down condemned buildings?" Ms. Mellain�s tone was smooth, but in an oily way.

"Something like that." Vegeta�s smirk only grew.

"Well, it is refreshing to know that one of you is employed." the therapist commented.

"Oh!" Goku piped up, grinning like a moron "I have a job too! I work in a mall, as a security guard."

"�Really dad? When did you get that job?" Chaahan looked surprised.

"Oh, just recently. I was going to surprise you by getting you a present when I got my first paycheck. You still get the present." Gokou�s silly grin was infectious and soon Chaahan was grinning too.

"Cool dad!"

"Very good ...Gokou." Vegeta forced himself to use his mate�s earth name "I didn�t think you�d have it in you."

"Eh, I�m full of surprises." Gokou patted his koi on the back, and further conversation with Ms. Mellain went much easier.