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<Part 1>

 It was another Saturday morning. Trunks was watching morning cartoons, Yamcha was sleeping in, Bulma was griping about Vegita getting her pregnant again, Vegita was off somewhere doing Kami-knew-what, and Bulma's parents were being as blissfully dense as usual. This morning though, the peace didn't last. The whole Brief's residence was rocked by Yamcha's scream. Everyone ran to his bedroom and Yamcha looked up from behind the huge, dead tiger laying beside him like a deer caught in headlights, "What the fuck is going on here?!" He roared and pushed the carcass away from him.

 Bulma took one look and sucummed to morning sickness.

 Trunks poked the dead beast and made awe filled sounds until his grandfather pulled him back, "Go
wash your hands!"

 "But. . ."

 "It's full of germs." His grandma added.

 Trunks looked at his Kaadra pleading but Yamcha agreed with the Briefs.

 After disposing of the Tiger's body, Yamcha went to search out Vegita. He figured his lover might
want to know that someone was putting little, . . . surprises in bed with him.

 A loud explosion caused Yamcha to hurry toward town. There he found Vegita crouched in the
remains of a building, growling at the crowd and holding something in his arms.

 The annoyed Saiyan prince snapped at someone who got to close and sank lower, "No! Mine!"

 "Ve. . . gita?" Yamcha approached slowly.

 The Saiyan's eyes brightened and he chucked what he was holding to the shocked warrior, "For
you."

 Yamcha let out a yelp and dropped the dead poodle his prince had tossed him.

 "You don't like it?" The powerful Saiyan looked ready to cry.

 "Vegita, you know I hate killing."

 "Oh." The tears were gone almost as quickly as Vegita.

 "Vegita! Wait! Damnit!" Yamcha slammed his fist into a near by wall, "What is going on?!"
 
 

 In Piccolo's valley, the large Namek woke slowly aware of an odd smell nearby. When he opened
his eyes he found himself staring into the dead glazed pupils of a Tyrannosaur laid out  beside him.
"What in Kami's name. . .?!"

 He pushed the dead thing off of his mesa and looked around hoping to catch a glimpse of the one
responsible. No one was around except Gohan. The kid was blasting rocks from nearby mesas and
carrying them off to the shadowed forest.

 "What is he doing?" The Namek flew down to watch his student as he worked. Muscles flexed
under his sun kissed skin as he worked and Piccolo had to consciously discourage disturbingly
graphic thoughts about the teenage Saiyan.

 Goten and Trunks came out of the woods from the direction of the Son house, but when they neared Gohan, he glared at them and stood in front of the entrance to the Valley, "Back off! Mine!"

 Goten looked his brother over carefully, "Gohan? Are you feeling ok?"

 An energy blast answered their question and both younger boys ran for cover, "Mine!"

 Piccolo had had enough. "Gohan!"

 The child turned and his eyes got an odd glow to them, "Mr. Piccolo."

 "What is going on?"

 Gohan just stared at him.

 "Gohan?"

 The boy suddenly disappeared and reappeared closer to him, "Here, for you." The child tossed the
body of a saber tooth at his mentor.

 "What is this?"

 "Eat it, present."

 Piccolo looked from the carcass to the Saiyan.

 Gohan had turned back to blasting a hole in the mesa.

 When a Saiyan was acting oddly, there was only one place to get an answer. Piccolo went to Kame
house.

 Goku looked up from his practice when the Saiyan landed, "Piccolo!"

 "What is going on Son?"

 "What do you mean?"

 "Gohan was in my valley this morning."

 "Oh?" Goku kept working.

 "He's destroying one of my mesas and asked me to eat a raw tiger he threw at me."

 The super Saiyan stumbled and looked up, "Was there a dead animal beside you when you woke
up?"

 "Yes. Did he leave that too?"

 Goku ignored the question, "I knew he liked you a lot but this. . ."

 Another man landed beside them, "What is going on?"

 "Yamcha?"

 "I find a dead tiger beside me this morning then Vegita blows up a building and throws a dead dog at me, what is happening?!"

 Piccolo looked expectantly at Goku.

 The Saiyan was busy choking, "You and Vegita?!"

 "Son!"

 "The Saiyan choose one soul mate for life. They may take mates from other species if it's needed to
carry on the blood line, but there is only one soul mate. Every hundred years any Saiyan of age who
hasn't had a season yet will go into heat." Goku looked at Piccolo with warning, "Gohan has chosen you, if you hurt him. . ."

 "Hold up." Yamcha cried, "So I have a super Saiyan, in heat, courting me?"

 "Mhmm."

 "And Gohan wants me for. . ."

 "You got it."

 "What's with the dead animals?"

 "The dominant Saiyan uses gifts of food to prove to the chosen that he can provide for him."

 Yamcha nodded, "So only the dominant one of a pair goes into heat?"

 "Yeah."

 "And you aren't because you already chose a soulmate?"

 Goku nodded, "But there are two Saiyan on Earth of age and without bonded soulmates.

 "Vegita." Yamcha thought aloud.

 Piccolo nodded, "And Gohan."

 "And they've both found the one they want, so now they'll court you non stop until the moon is full,
the night of the full moon if you. . ."

 "What?"

 "Come on! It's my son we're talking about!"

 Piccolo finished, "If we allow them to claim us by the full moon the bond is complete."

 Goku nodded.

 Yamcha groaned, "We had a hard enough time hiding this when Vegita wasn't hormonal, how will
we keep this from Bulma now?"

 "I don't think you can." Goku patted his friends shoulder, "Don't worry though, Vegita has two
children by her, that's all he wants. If Bulma finds out, she'll be hurt but I know Bulma, she'll forget
about it. Trunks has been closer to you than to her anyway."

 "And Videl?" Piccolo asked.

 "Videl is a big girl." Goku thought for a moment, "I'll have a talk with her. She knows that Saiyan
have different beliefs." He considered the Namek carefully, "Do you want Gohan?"

 Piccolo recalled a thousand different times he had watched his young pupil during their friendship. A
thousand times he had pushed away more amorous thoughts toward him, thinking the child could
never return his feelings. "Yes."

 "And Yamcha, you and Vegita have already admitted your feelings for one another."

 "Yeah."

 "So you don't have a problem, just let them fawn over you for a moon and then seal your bond."
Goku glared at Piccolo then, "And you had better treat my child with the utmost love and respect."

 The Namek nodded, "I could do no less."
 
 

 Yamcha had just stepped into the Brief's residence when Vegita stepped from the shadows with an
armload of flowers. "Huh?"

 "For you." Vegita shoved them into his lover's arms and then disappeared.

 Bulma chose that moment to walk downstairs, "Wow Yamcha! Who are those for?"

 "Actually. . . someone gave them to me."

 Bulma grinned and took the flowers to put them in a vase, "You have an admirer? Who is she? Do I
know her?"

 "Ah. . ."

 Something slammed into Yamcha's back and he spun to catch a retreating shadow then retreved the
offending box.
 

 "What was that?" Bulma wondered.

 Yamcha shook his head. He opened the box and inside was a black leather choker with a golden
loop for a leash. A tiny inscription going around the loop said, ‘property of Saiyan Vegita'

"Oh!"

 Bulma couldn't see the inscription but the collar brought laughter pouring from her, "A dog collar?!"

 Yamcha blushed, "Actually, it a. . . ah. . . love collar."

 "Oh this is good!"

 Yamcha grimaced but fastened the thing to his neck.

 "You're actually going to wear it?!"

 "It was a love gift." Yamcha reasoned.

 Bulma's eyes widened, "You're really serious about this one aren't you?"

 Yamcha nodded and took the flowers and vase from her, "Yes, I am."

 In the shadows Vegita watched with a huge, real smile. Yamcha was wearing the collar! He
accepted his courting!
 
 

 Piccolo went back to his valley in a daze. //He wants me! Gohan has chosen to court me!// He
jumped into the air when an explosion rocked the valley. "Gohan!"

 The saiyan was under a large boulder, carrying it toward the woods.

 "Gohan you can't keep blowing up my mesas!"

 He froze, "You don't want any more stone?"

 "No." Piccolo had no idea what he was talking about.

 He paused from a moment then smiled, "I'll use vines!"

 The Namek watched in confusion as Gohan left for the woods again. This time though, he was going to see what was going on. He followed slowly behind his student and finally found himself at a small
clearing covered in stones and boulders. It was shaped almost like a. . . //a nest?// he crept closer
and saw Gohan padding the rock nest with leaves and vines of surrounding trees. //He's making us a
nest.// Piccolo shook his head and went back to his valley.

 That afternoon his meditation was broken when Gohan barreled into him and tossed them both into
the water fall.

 "You are finished with your project?"

 Gohan nodded.

 "And now?"

 Before he could say another word, Gohan's rosebud lips were upon his, when they parted Gohan
said, "I made you something."

 "Oh?"

 He nodded and pulled the sodden Namek up to follow him, "Come on, this way."

 Piccolo followed the boy to the Mesa he slept on and froze. There in the side was a house! Built
right into the side of it!

 "I saw it in National Geographics, they're called cliff dwellings. Do you like it?"

 The Namek smiled and nodded, "It looks awful lonely though. Do you want to live there with me?"

 Gohan's smile could have melted the sun! "You accept me?"

 Piccolo pulled the boy into his embrace and kissed him softly, "I always have."
 
 

 Bulma was at her wits end! She knew something weird was going on. Vegita refused to even look at her lately! He was gone most of the day and when he was home he was usually busy with Yamcha
doing one thing or another. Now they were lounging on the couch and Yamcha was introducing
Vegita to sake. The Saiyan had already polished off three bottles.

 When Bulma walked in to answer the phone she gasped and dropped her tea onto the floor.
Yamcha was lounging stretched over the whole couch and Vegita was curled up on his lap
purring and rubbing against his bare chest.

 "Vegita! Yamcha!"

 Yamcha looked up with slightly muddled eyes, "He. . . ah. . . he's not used to the sake."

 Bulma glared at the Saiyan and moved to snatch him up, but when she came within touching distance of Yamcha he shot up and swung at her. She jumped back quickly. "Vegita?!"

 "Mine!" He growled.

 "Y. . . Yamcha? Yours?" Bulma looked from one to the other in disbelief.

 "Hn." The Saiyan prince curled back into his lover's body but never took his eyes from Bulma, they
sent a clear message that declared the young Saiyan warrior off limits.

 Trunks walked in then and smiled at the two men, "Ohayo 'kaadra, 'touchan, ‘kaasan."

 "Trunks?" Bulma asked desperately, "What does kaadra mean?"

 He looked over at the two men then up at the ningen who had birthed him, "Nothin'."

 Bulma was ready to scream, "What is going on!"

 Vegita, in his hormonal and drunken state answered her truthfully, "I love him."

 Yamcha gave a happy sob and hugged his lover close, it was a rare occasion when Vegita felt
secure enough to voice his feelings, that made each time he did even more special. "Oh, ‘Gita."

 "You. . . You. . ." Bulma's face was scrunched into a scowl, "Ok Yamcha, I don't know how you
got Vegita to go along with this prank but it isn't funny."

 "No prank Bulma."

 "No. . ."

 "I love him." Vegita repeated.

 Yamcha couldn't help but let a tear fall to ease the depth of emotion building in him.

 "I made you cry?" The Saiyan prince touched his face with concern.

 "They're happy tears." Yamcha sobbed with a smile, "I. . . I love hearing you say it."

 "Then you'll hear it more." He promised and snuggled into the taller man's shoulder.

 Bulma shook her head in denile, "Trunks did you know?"

 The little boy climbed up onto his father's laps and nodded, snuggling between them.

 She couldn't stand it any longer. Bulma ran out of the house and into the shop where her father was.
 
 

 "I love you." Gohan whispered to Piccolo as they lay in the fragrant bed the boy had made inside the cliff dwelling's bedroom.

 "I too." Piccolo held him closer and kissed his forehead.

 "You know don't you? About the mating moon?"

 "Your father told me."

 "And you're still here."

 "Of course." Piccolo looked deep into his eyes, "I have wanted you for mine for so long, but you
had Videl, and I thought you wouldn't want me."

 "Videl isn't for me. She's just a front for my mother's sake."

 "So. . . do we have to wait until the full moon to. . . complete our mating?"

 Gohan smiled and kissed him so deeply it left no room for doubt. The smaller boy mannuvered
Piccolo onto his back and smiled as he straddled the green Namek, pulling his shirt over his head
playfully and moaning as Piccolo's hands played over his hardened muscles, "Mmm."

 "I always wanted to feel you. You looked so soft."

 "And now?"

 Piccolo smiled, words were important to his little Saiyan, "It's like feeling hot steel wrapped in silk."

 "Is this your first?"

 Piccolo nodded, "I never found one whom I wanted to mate with."

 Gohan smiled, "I'm glad."

 "You?"

 "This is my first, but Saiyans share a clan consciousness, so I know how."

 "Gohan, are you really ready for this? Or are you doing it because I asked?"

 The little Saiyan smiled softly, a tear falling over his cheek, "You don't know how long I've wanted
this. Ever since I was a kid. When you first began to train me I knew I loved you. Father thought it
was only admiration for a teacher, but it was so much deeper. I love you so much it hurts to be away
from you. I want this. I want this so much." He was rocking against the Namek, panting as he
became more and more excited. "Piccolo, please."

 He hoisted himself on onto his elbows and caught the Saiyan's mouth in a deep kiss then slid his shirt from his chest.

 Gohan smiled and slid down his loves legs, taking the baggy trousers into his teeth he tugged them
down and off of the Namek. Piccolo now lay wonderfully naked before him. The boy's breath caught at his beauty.

 "Gohan?"

 "You're perfect." He breathed softly.

 Piccolo shook his head, "Not without you."

 Gohan smiled, "But I'm here."

 "Aa." Green, clawed fingers reached to slip the jeans from the Saiyan's legs. "So wonderful." He
breathed, "my angel."

 That brought laughter from the boy, "I don't think anyone has ever called a Saiyan an angel before!"

 "But to me, you are."

 "Of death maybe."

 "But he was the most beautiful of all."

 "He fell from Heaven."

 "Of course." Piccolo grinned, "How else could he come to me."

 "I love you Mr Piccolo." Gohan teased.

 Piccolo slowly lapped at his face with his tongue. Bathing his beloved with licking kisses common to
Nameks. When he moved lower, to his chest, Gohan moaned and arched into the moist touch.

"Mmm!"

 "Gohaaaaaaaan!"

 Both men groaned at the boy's voice. "It's Goten."

 Piccolo growled, "Go away!"

 "Gohan? Are you around here? Mother wants you to come home and finish your homework!"

 Gohan groaned and buried his face in Piccolo's neck, "Maaaaaan!"

 "Ignore him." The Namek urged.

 Gohan bit his neck and smiled against the wound, "I have to, I want you too badly to wait."

 "Gohan."

 "Piccolo, it'll hurt at first."

 "S'ok."

 Gohan nodded and pressed his fingers into the Namek's entrance, pressing them in and out until he
had him moaning and writhing, pressing up into his touch. Then his member replaced the questing
fingers.

 Both boys cried out as he plunged into the tight warmth and up against something that made shock
shoot through Piccolo's blood and made his head spin. "Mmm Mmm Mmm." Gohan moaned each thrust and Piccolo joined him soon, as they both flew up until they danced on the edge of ecstasy.

 "Aa Aa Aa Hnnn, Gohan!"

 "Piccolo!" He trust once more, hard and deep, up to his hilt. With one last ecstatic cry both men
spilled their seed, Gohan up into his loves tight sheath and Piccolo upon his lover's tight abdomen and his own. The Saiyan collapsed on top of his Namek, licking the seed of the passions from his salty
skin.

 "Gohan." He pulled the boy up for a kiss. "I love you."

 "I'll be a good bonded, I promise Piccolo. I will be."

 "I know you will." He kissed him again.

 "Oh my Gods!" Goten yelled from the doorway, "What are you doing?! You kissed Piccolo!
Grooooooosssssss!"

 Gohan growled and leapt at his brother, snatching his collar, "Never! Ever! Call my chosen by a
belittling name again!"

 Goten just stared at his brother, "It's Piccolo!"

 "Get out of our home."

 "Our? As in you and him?! Does mom know about this?! She'll flip!"

 "I am not ashamed of my lover." Gohan assured him and went to sit on Piccolo's lap, "I love him."

 Goten flew quickly out of the valley, "Mo-oooooooom! Mo-ooooooooom guess what I saw Gohan
doing!"

 Piccolo grimaced, "Chichi won't take this well."

 Gohan only shook his head, "She doesn't have any say in this. It's you and me, I like it that way."

 "Gohan."

 "I love you."

 "Aa."
 
 

 Chichi's eyes went three sizes too large at Goten's report. "GOKU!!!"

 "Chichi?" He poked his head in, "What's wrong?"

 "Gohan! He. . . Piccolo. . ."

 Her husband sighed, "How did you find out?"

 "YOU MEAN YOU KNEW?!!"

 "Sort of. . ."

 "My baby is kissing that beast and you didn't tell me?!"

 Goten shuffled his feet a little, "They weren't just kissing."

 Chichi feinted.
 
 

  Gohan didn't come home that night and early the next morning Goku left for Piccolo's valley.

 "Gohan!" He called, looking around the peaceful grounds. He heard an annoyed grunt coming from
Piccolo's mesa and discovered the house his son had fashioned. "Gohan?"

 Piccolo's deep, ruff voice answered him, "G'way Son."

 "I need to talk to my son."

 "He is sleeping."

 Goku flew up to the doorway and stepped inside. As his eyes adjusted to the dimness, he walked
through the living quarters, and into the bedroom. "I just. . ." Whatever he was going to say was
forgotten as his eyes adjusted again and greeted him to the sight of a very naked Gohan curled
lovingly around Piccolo who was in a similar state of undress. "I. . ."

 Piccolo's glowing eyes turned toward him and he growled, "I told you he was sleeping."

 "I didn't. . ."

 Gohan stirred and opened his eyes to see his father. He immediately leapt over his lover and
crouched in front of him growling, "Mine!"

 Piccolo jumped at the venom in his little Saiyan's voice, "Gohan?"

 Goku shook his head, "It's ok, This is another part of the mating season. Gohan will be very
possessive of you around other Saiyans."

 At the sound of his fathers voice the boy relaxed, "Dad."

 "Who else?" He laughed then turned serious, "Your mother is worried, you didn't come home
yesterday."

 "I was buisy."

 "Gohan you can't let the excitement of the mating season make you forget yourself." Goku warned,
"You have a family and a mother who is very worried about you."

 "Can I bring Piccolo over tonight? For dinner?" He asked.

 "Gohan, I'm not sure that's a good idea."

 "She has to accept my choice."

 Goku nodded, "But she doesn't have to like it."

 Gohan settled back into Piccolo's comforting arms, "I wish she could learn to."

 His father bit his lip nervously but nodded, "Ok Gohan. Tonight."

 The young Saiyan smiled brightly and leaned back against Piccolo's chest a moment before he stood and began to dress then went to the kitchen.

 Piccolo stood also and lit the lamp after his trousers were on. "Son, would you like to see the home
your son made for us?"

 Goku smiled and shook his head, "Even if I'm not in heat, another Saiyan's smell will be disturbing to Gohan."

 "There is much about this Saiyan heat that I do not know."

 Goku nodded, "Just go with it. Show him affection, accept his gifts, touch him as much as you can,
and don't give him reason to be jealous or doubt your love."

 "These are all things I would do even if he wasn't in heat."

 "Then you have nothing to fear."

 Piccolo nodded and saw Goku to the door. The Saiyan father flew home smiling.

 Gohan smiled when Piccolo's arms wrapped around him from behind and he turned to give his large
lover a kiss.

 "What's for breakfast?" Piccolo asked.

 Gohan grinned and threw him to the floor, crushing their mouths together with all the force he could
without making the kiss painful.

 "Mmm." Piccolo smiled, "Me?"

 Gohan grinned, "You're my favorite meal.

 "I love you little Saiyan."

 "I love you mister Piccolo."
 
 

 Bulma sat with her mother sobbing out her plight. "And they were. . . they were. . . I don't even want to think it! And my baby boy thinks he's Yamcha's and now this baby might too! I never even saw it coming!"

 Her mother kept her smile, "Now dear, I am sure you're overreacting. You probably didn't see what you think you did."

 "Yamcha!"

 Both women turned to the window just in time to see Vegita tackle glomp the surprised man into the
ground.

 "They're only sparing." Her mother still tried to assure.

 "Mmm, Ahhh! Vegita! Not. . . woah! Hey I. . . ! Ahhh!"

 "Sparing?" Bulma grimaced.

 Her mother just kept smiling, "Well, at least you know he'll never cheat on you with another
woman."

 "MOTHER!"
 
 

 Yamcha smiled at Vegita who was still sprawled on top of him. "Did you. . . Mmm. . . have a reason for . . . Ahhh. . . for coming to f. . . find me? Oooooh! Do that again! Mmmmm! Or did you just want to ravage me in the back yard?"

 That seemed to turn a light on in the prince's mind, "Oh! Hai. Come with me."

 Yamcha grinned, "We might want to go inside for that."

 Vegita grinned back at him, "Hentai. Who's in heat here me or you?

 "Ok, where are we going?"

 "Heaven."

 "So we are going to come."

 "Get your mind out of the gutter."

 "And what?" Yamcha smirked.

 Vegita's voice softened and he held out his hand, "come flying with me."

 Yamcha's eyes lit up at the purity of those words, "Oh my prince."

 "Is that a yes?"

 The other Saiyan nodded and both of them took of into the sun lit sky. Yamcha held tight to Vegita,
playing weak to his strong. Vegita grinned and held him even tighter.

 "Where are we going?"

 ". . ."

 "Are you going to tell me?"

 "Close your eyes, we're almost there."

 Yamcha chuckled and buried his face in Vegita's strong chest, licking the salty skin there for good
measure.

 "Uhnn! If you want to get your surprise you had better stop that."

 Yamcha murmured something, causing a humming sensation to course through Vegita's chest.

 The smaller Saiyan growled, but kept flying. Soon Yamcha felt himself being placed on his feat. "Ok, open your eyes."

 When he did, he was greeted by the site of their tree house! But all around it were vines and flowers. The forest had become a jungle and their home suddenly had an exotic air around it.

 "Do you. . . like it?" Vegita was actually nervous!

 "Like it?!" Yamcha threw his arms around his prince, "You're wonderful ‘Gita! Gods I love you!"

 The prince smoothed his lover's hair and smiled, "So you like it."

 "I love it! I love you! How did you. . . This must have taken forever!"

 "You didn't want me to kill anything." Vegita reminded him.

 "‘Gita."

 "I had to do something with all of my pent up energy."

 Yamcha gathered his lover against him and grinned lustfully down at him, "I can think of an easy way to work it off."

 Vegita met his lovers grin, "Oh?"

 Yamcha crushed his lips to his lover's and neither said another word for a very long time.
 

~tbc~