When Chichi woke up she slid from her husband's side and went to wake Goten. The boy put up a fuss as usual until she told him Trunks was outside waiting for him. The child sprang from bed to go see his playmate.

 "Breakfast first!" Chichi grabbed his collar.

 "Awe Moooooom!"

 "Don't you dare pull those puppy dog eyes on me, get into the kitchen and eat."

 As all twelve year olds are like to do, Goten grumbled his disapproval, but went into the kitchen like
his mother had asked.

 Chichi smiled and went to Gohan's room. When she opened the door a wonderful musk escaped
and she inhaled shortly, "Incense?" She shook her head, Gohan hated incense, it couldn't be that.
When she flicked on the light she almost screamed. Piccolo was laying on his back, completely nude,
his arm's around the young Saiyan man stretched out comfortably on top of him. Gohan was resting
his head on the green Namek's shoulder, his arms fell limply to either side of his lover, one leg
stretched out the other was bent at the knee Gohan wore only a faded nightshirt that didn't quite
cover his naked bottom. Both were sleeping soundly.

 Chichi went to the foot of the bed and picked up the sheets and blankets that had been kicked off
during the night. The same smell came from them. She followed it to a wide, greenish stain. //How
many times have I told him not to eat in bed?// She thought, trying hard to act normal in this awkward
situation. She stiffened suddenly and turned to the two men on the bed. Gohan's lower body and
mouth were smeared with the same green. . . "Oh my GOD!" She threw the sheets back to the floor
and took a step back.

 "Huh?!" Gohan sat strait up, inadvertently waking Piccolo in the process. "Mom?"

 Chichi tried to look anywhere but the bed, "I came to tell you breakfast is ready."

 "We need to wash first." Piccolo nodded to the pond, "We shall be there presently."

 She nodded and hurried out, slamming into Goku as she shut the door.

 "Chichi?"

 "They were. . . and the green. . . and Gohan was. . ."

 Goku hugged his wife sympathetically, "Chichi, that's what married couples do."

 "They aren't married yet!"

 "But they're forming their wedding bond. Saiyans aren't like humans."

 "You keep saying that Goku but he isn't pure saiyan! He is -my- son! And he shouldn't have to
follow the forms of a dead culture."

 Goku's eyes narrowed, "You don't have to understand, but I wish you would remember dead or not
it is -my- people you're talking about."

 "But Gohan. . ."

 "Is doing what he feels is right. Would you deny him that?"

 "N. . . No."

 Goku nodded, "Come on, let's go get some breakfast, I'm starving!"
 

 The woman groaned, "I hope Piccolo knows what he's getting into."

 Goku laughed and followed his wife, keeping his comments to himself for once.
 
 

 Gohan dove into the cold water of the pond and then broke through the surface to smile at Piccolo's
nude form still standing on shore. "Mr. Piccoloooooo." He sing songed and grinned wantonly. "Come
and plaaaaaayyyyyy."

 Piccolo grinned back at his boy-lover and slipped beneath the surface to come up almost underneath
his Saiyan.

 He boy shuddered when the Namek's lips brushed over him on the way back to the surface.

 "We can't play here." He reminded the heated boy, "Your mother. . ."

 "I know." Gohan shivered as lightning shocks filled his body, "I need. . ."

 Piccolo smiled and turned the boy to face away from him, "Let me wash your hair for you."

 "Mmm, ‘k." He leaned back into his lovers heat and sighed in contentment as deft hands rubbed
over his skull. A deep purring sound came from his throat and Piccolo stopped to stare, "You purr?!"

 "Only for you."Gohan smiled and turned to face him, "My turn."

 "I don't have any hair." Piccolo reminded him.

 "I'll just wash your skin then." the water slicked hands found their target and began to rub in small
circles the proof of Piccolo's need for him.

 A deep groan cut through the quiet and bright eyes locked with his lover's, never wanting to let go.

 "Gohan."

 They jumped and turned toward his father's voice.

 "I think you're clean enough." Goku chuckled, "Chichi is going to have a fit if she sees what you two
are up to!"

 Piccolo stood and toweled himself dry before dressing. Gohan watched and tried valiantly to hold
back from sucking those tempting watery beads from his lover's skin.

 "Gohan." Goku watched his son's face and sighed, "I know that the heat is exciting. It makes your
whole body more sensitive. Your heart beat faster. You feel as if you are hungry all the time and only
your chosen can feed you what the hunger needs."

 The young Saiyan closed his eyes and nodded. That was exactly how he felt. So hungry, so need
filled and hot. Aching to fill and be filled. Need. Hot, blatent need for Piccolo, for his touch. For his
tongue on his skin, for his hands. . .

 "You have to control it." His father said softly. "You are a Saiyan, you control your body, you are of
a proud race, show it."

 The boy smiled and slipped out of the water and into his clothes, "You sound like Vegita."

 A laugh met that accusation and Goku led the two lovers back inside for breakfast.

 Goten was at the table, Trunks leaned on the doorframe waiting for him to finish his meal. They both
looked up as Goku ushered Piccolo and Gohan to their seats. "Someone got caught." Goten
snickered.

 Trunks smiled, "I saw your sheets. Green?"

 Both boys fell into fits of laughter and Gohan blushed to the roots of his hair. "Anou. . ."

 Chichi gave them a scolding look and placed Goku and Gohan's breakfast before them, and a large
glass of water before Piccolo, "Did you have a nice. . . rest?" She tried to make conversation.

 The two twelve year olds started snickering again and Chichi hurriedly shooed them on their way.

  Goku straitened in his chair when he saw them clasp hands on their way out. //Oh shit.//

 "Goku?"

 He turned a purposely dense smile to Chichi. "Hm?"

 "You aren't eating."

 "Oh." He dug into his food as usual. "‘s good!"

 "Swallowing helps koi."

 He swallowed the massive amount and smiled a bit pained, "Sorry."

 "Dad?" Gohan looked at him with raised brows.

 Goku shook his head and continued to eat.

 "So. . . Piccolo. . . what are your plans for Gohan?"

 "Anou. . ."

 Goku groaned inwardly and looked out the door at the two specks that were his other child and
Vegita's pride. It was going to be a long moon if what he thought was happening was happening.
//Kami forbid. Three of them at once!//
 
 

 Yamcha woke to the sensation of eyes watching him. He blinked sleepily and met his lover's gaze
with a smile, "Mmm, I love starting each morning in your arms." He purred and snuggled closer.

 "You are so beautiful."

 The saiyan man looked at his prince with wide eyes, "What?"

 "You are beautiful."

 A grin slowly broke over the lax face and Yamcha chuckled, "Ok, who are you and what have you
done with my Koi?"

 Vegita scowled and his lover smiled and cuddled closer, "There's the ‘gita I know."

 "Can I not tell you how pleasant you are to look upon?"

 "Not when you're lucid." Yamcha mumbled against his hot skin.

 The Saiyan prince wrapped his Koi in his arms and frowned slightly, "I am not good with emotion."

 "I know. It's ok."

 "But I want you to know how. . . special you are to me."

 "I know ‘Gita." Yamcha kissed him softly and lovingly tracing patterns over his flesh, "You love me.
I don't need you to say things that make you uncomfortable, I can see it all in your eyes." His lips
pressed moistly to his lover's neck, "Your actions."

 "Yamcha. . ."

 "This ‘Heat' thing is really getting to you isn't it."

 "I feel like I have not shown you enough that I . . . love you."

 Strong arms wrapped around Vegita, pulling him close, "I love you."

 Large Saiyan eyes closed in contentment and Vegita's usually harsh features relaxed into
contentment. "Aa."

 "Lets eat! I'm starved!" Yamcha leapt up almost spilling Vegita to the floor.

 Vegita grinned after him. //Heat or not, nothing has changed.//
 
 

 In a field not to far from Yamcha's home, Goten and Trunks sparred playfully, but today, for some
reason, their sparring was more slow than usual. Their minds were both wandering to other things.
When Trunks landed a hard blow that sent Goten tumbling he gasped and flew to catch his friend.

 "Baka! Why didn't you dodge it?!"

 "Itai." He groaned and struggled up. "That hurt."

 "No shit!"

 The child gapped at his friend, "Trunks? Are you. . . Trunks you're crying!"

 The purple haired teen raised a hand to his face in shock. "I. . . I'm crying?"

 "It didn't hurt that bad Trunks." Goten held his friend close, "I'm ok see?"

 "Goten I. . ."

 Before Trunks could finish, his lips were crushed against the other Saiyan's. Touching, tasting,
discovering something new and wonderful. When they parted both were dazed, "T. . . Trunks?"

 "Are we -both- like. . . like Touchan and Kaadra?"

 "I. . . you are too?"

 Trunks nodded, his eyes following those lips needily until he leaned in for another taste. "I feel
strange Goten." Trunks whispered against his skin.

 "Mmm, me too."

 "Hot. . ."

 "Uhuh."

 "Powerful."

 Gohan arched into his touch and met it with one of his own, "Mmm! Possessive."

 "Yeeeessss!" Trunks groaned then froze. "Like Touchan."

 Goten's eyes shot open, "And Gohan."

 "You don't think we. . ."

 Both boys jumped to their feet and screamed, "HOLY SHIT!"
 
 

 "Dad!"

 "Mr Goku!"

 Goku turned just in time to be knocked to the dirt by his son and his friend. The two boys were
talking so fast it made his head spin!

 "Slow down! Slow down!" He laughed.

 "I kissed him!" Trunks blurted out the blushed and looked away.

 "Goten? Explain."

 "Well dad we were fighting and Trunks got me and I fell and when he helped me sit up I. . . that is
we. . . I mean. . ."

 "You kissed him." Goku guessed.

 His son nodded.

 "And?"

 "And we felt hot." Trunks offered.

 "And dizzy."

 "And really possessive."

 "And. . ."

 "Wait a minuet! Both of you?!"

 "Uhuh."

 Goku facefaulted.

 "Dad!"

 "Mr. Goku!"

 "Ohhh." He groaned and struggled up to standing, "You both felt that?"

 "Uhuh."

 "Did you feel extra strength?"

 "Yeah."

 "And you wanted to prove you could provide for each other?"

 "Uhuh."

 "Oh Kami sama." He fell back to the dirt and the two boys stood over him.

 "What?"

 "What is it?!"

 "You are both dominant Saiyans."

 "But I thought dominants found sub-dominants." Trunks reasoned.

 "Do you see any other Saiyan's around?"

 "No." The said carefully.

 "Your instincts bent to fit this new planet. Two dominants in heat after each other. And I though
Gohan was bad."

 "So what do we do?"

 "Follow your feelings." He added as an after though, "Go slowly ok? You don't have to take each
other this season, your mother has enough on her mind."

 "So just spend a lot of time together."

 "We do that already."

 "Hai."

 "Ok."

 "Bye dad."

 Chichi found Goku laying outside hour later right where they left him, "Goku! Goku are you alright?!"

 He look up at her and closed his eyes, falling back into her arms, "Let's not have any more boys
ok?"

 She didn't ask. She didn't want to know.
 
 
 
 

 Vegita had just stepped out of the shower at Yamcha's house when two strong arms encircled him
from behind.  The scent of burning leaves and fresh air told him who it was even before he was pulled
back against the hard chest he knew so well. "Yamcha."

 Warm breath tickled his ear and Yamcha licked his neck lightly. "Hear that?"

 "Hm?"

 "Our song is playing."

 "Is it?"

 Yamcha ran his hands over Vegita's strong abs and chuckled sensually, "Dance with me."

 The Saiyan prince placed his hands over his lover's and leaned back toward his warmth. "I don't
know how."

 "I'll show you. It's easy."

 "Well. . ."

 The Saiyan warrior led his prince into the livingroom where their song played softly. He kept hold of
him from behind, swaying to the soft melody and smiling when Vegita lay his head against him and
followed his lead. A warmth that had nothing to do with lust or the heat crept through them both and
tears shined in both of their eyes for the beauty of their love.

 Vegita turned in his lover's arms and pressed close to him, letting his love flow into his beloved and
held on to him tight, soaking in the warmth of their feelings for each other.

 Yamcha smiled and sang along with the chorus, meaning every word, "Wherever you go, whatever
you do, I will be right here waiting for you." He squeezed the saiyan prince tighter and smiled,
"Whatever it takes, or how my heart breaks I will be right here waiting for you."

 As they swayed together Vegita's eyes slid shut and Yamcha smiled down at his beloved prince, "I
love you so much."

 "Aa." Vegita smiled and tipped his head up to look into Yamcha's eyes, "I love you."

 "How did you get so beautiful?"

 Vegita laughed and looked away, "I am not beautiful."

 Large hands tilted his head back to meet Yamcha's eyes and the warrior smiled softly, "Yes you are
‘gita. You are the most beautiful person in the world."

 "I am not pure of heart like Goku, or strong in faith like Tien, or loyal to death like Krillan, or
beautiful in body like you."

 His lover smiled and kissed him softly before replying, "You are strong and cunning, and loyal to
your people, and to me. You're ambitious and hold on to what you believe. You're resilient and a
survivor but you haven't given up your ability to love. And you are beautiful outside too."

 "No I am not."

 Yamcha nodded, "Your hair is uncontrollable but soft as silk and black as night. Your every move
holds grace, your body is firm and defined, your eyes are large and bright, your lips are sculpted and
firm, your ears, your throat, even your nose is beautiful! Every part of you is something to love. A
painter would be honored to draw you."

 "You paint."

 Yamcha blushed, "I don't think what I create could be called art. I couldn't do you justice."

 "You are bias."

 "I see you through the eyes of my heart, but they still don't lie."

 "I'm not worthy of you."

 Yamcha laughed and lifted Vegita into his arms, dropping them both onto the couch. "My beloved.
My priceless highness, how could you worry about being worthy of an ass like me?! I was raised by
theives! I don't even know my parents names. I can't even admit to being Saiyan for fear of losing the
people I care about."

 "But you are perfect."

 "Only to you."

 "Well then that's all that matters."

 "Yeah." Yamcha kissed him softly and then deeper, drawing out each kiss a little longer, "All that
matters."

 "Yamcha. . ."

 "‘Gita. My ‘gita."
 
 

 Piccolo cradled Gohan from behind as they flew slowly back to their valley. "She didn't take it very
well."

 Gohan sighed, "Well it didn't help that we were all over each other." A giggle rose in his voice and he
snuggled closer, their energy field combining around them, "but she'll get used to it. She has to
because I love you, I'm not giving you up."

 "Nor I, Gohan."

 "Remember when I was a kid? When you trained me and then you and dad, and then just dad
trained me? Before Cell?"

 "I remember." He smiled, "During the fight all I could think of was that if I didn't stop him, you would
have to fight him and you could be hurt."

 "Whenever I trained I did it so that you would be proud of me. I wanted to be your equal so you
could see me as more than just a student."

 "I already did."

 "Really?"

 "I watched over you almost all the time. When I meditated it was you I saw. I felt like a child
molester even thinking the thoughts I had about you. When I said you were my friend, that was the
only way I could express my feelings without giving in to the love I felt for you."

 "I wish I had known! Piccolo I loved you too! Ever since our first battle together, even before that."

 "You were only a child."

 "A Saiyan child. We grow up differently. Saiyan's can choose a life mate at ten years old. That's
what Yamcha told me. Our bodies and minds are ready then."

 "I am honored you chose me."

 "It isn't an honor." Gohan smiled in his lover's arms. "It was meant to be."

 "A Namek and a Saiyan."

 "Sounds funny ne?"

 "No." Piccolo held him tighter, "Sounds right."
 
 

 <telephone conversation-12:30am-Briefs manor>

 "Hello can I speak to. . ."

 "Don't say my name."

 "I have a job for you."

 "I'm listening."

 "A man called Yamcha."

 "Yamcha eh?"

 "I want you to kill him."

 "He one of those super freaks?"

 "Nah, normal human scum, used to be a theif."

 "The desert wolf?!"

 "Yeah."

 "You want me to off the wolf?!"

 "I'll pay you handsomely."

 "Lady I don't feel like dying! Anyone who goes near that guy is gonna reach their eternal reward real
quick like, you know?"

 "But. . ."

 "No, no way!" <phone goes dead>

 "Hello? Hello?!" Bulma slammed the phone down and screamed out her frustration. Vegita hadn't
been back in three days and Trunks was never home, Yamcha was the cause of all of this. "He is
going to die! The only question is how."
 

~tbc~

I know this is pure sap but it's a transitional chapter ok? <///_^\>