First Heat

A BOAP Chibi Tail

By Talon

Warnings: NC-17 This isn’t a PWP, but because of the subject matter, splendifours amounts of lemon are inevitable. I do hope you can all endure. References to the molestation of a child. Consensual sex between an adult and a minor. This fic occurs after Russian Roulette and before Insatiable.

Dedicated as always to my koishii tsuin, and to bakayaro onna for tirelessly slaving over my poor attempts at fiction, always ready with a blue slash to take out the multitude of unnecessary “that’s” which seem to crop up everywhere they are not wanted.

Chapter 1

The Beginning

It was a Tuesday afternoon in mid-winter. The promise of snow hung in the air, and the three demi-Saiyjins wandered home from where the school bus had dropped them off, their breath hanging in the frigid air.

Trunks and Goten were talking animatedly, ignoring their younger brother who trudged behind them, silent. Sage’s silence wasn’t unusual, though the flush lighting his face was. It went unnoticed by his siblings as they burst into the kitchen, assaulting Mrs. Briefs for snacks to take the edge off their after-school hunger.

Sage was hot, and tired, his clothes rubbed uncomfortably against his heated skin, and he squirmed inside his clothing. Only one thought permeated his brain…must…get…clothes…off. Shortly thereafter, a trail of both outdoor and indoor clothing led to the shared sleep room where Sage, clad in only boxers, collapsed onto the large, low bed, asleep before his head hit the pillows.

Vegeta entered the kitchen with the vague thought of getting something to eat, smiling inwardly when he realized his children were home. Ruffling Goten’s hair and ducking Trunk’s playful punch he made his way to the refrigerator before he realized someone was missing.

“Where’s Sage?”

Trunks and Goten looked at each other, then at their father. “Um…we don’t know, Tousan,” admitted Trunks.

“He came home with us,” added Goten.

Mrs. Briefs placed a hand on Vegeta’s arm. “He went upstairs,” she said quietly.

Vegeta nodded his thanks, and left the kitchen, headed for the upstairs.

If anybody had asked him, he couldn’t have said just why he was nervous about his youngest son. A faint tickling teased along the bond stretching between the two of them, and something about it was making Vegeta antsy. He couldn’t put his finger on it, and so when he opened the door to the boys’ shared sleep room, he was unprepared for what met his eyes…and his nose.

Sage was sprawled in the middle of the bed, a flush lighting all the olive-toned skin visible…which Vegeta noticed, was very nearly everything. He was clad in only underwear and was sleeping deeply, but fitfully, tossing and turning, making rough noises in the back of his throat. And…Vegeta swallowed hard. Please…no…not this…but it was unmistakable. An obvious erection tented Sage’s boxers and his tail was bushed out to three times it’s normal size. Vegeta leaned against the wall for support, numb. It’s too early, he thought. He’s too young…this can’t be happening!! Not now, not now!!! But it was. Sage’s scent was unmistakable. At the age of thirteen, the youngest son of the House of Vegeta had gone into his first heat.

Vegeta forced down his panic. First things first…cool the heat. Bracing himself, he gathered up his nearly naked son and carried him into the adjoining bathroom where he stood with him, fully clothed under the cold spray. Sage awoke with a sputter.

“TOUSAN, let me GO!!” He struggled in his father’s arms, and Vegeta noticed for the first time Sage was no more than three inches shorter than he himself was, and VERY strong.

“No,” he said through gritted teeth. “Hold still, Sage,”

“The water’s HOT,” Sage all but shouted. “At least turn the damn cold water on, I’m BURNING!!!”

“The water IS cold, Sage,” said Vegeta, his teeth chattering. “And I know you’re burning, son. Just be calm, ne?”

Sage struggled a bit more, then went limp against his father, his strength gone.

“Maa, that’s better, Sage,” said Vegeta soothingly. “We’re going to the medical lab, just try and be calm.”

“kay,” said Sage fuzzily, his eyelids drooping again as Vegeta gathered him back up into his arms, and set off for the lab, dripping water in their wake.

Sage was still asleep as Vegeta laid him carefully down on the table and searched through the drawer where the ki-restraints were kept for situations just like this one. Finding a pair, he sighed and snapped the broad metal bands, one around Sage’s right wrist, the other around his left ankle and activated them. They were powered by Sage’s own ki, no worry about batteries running out, and couldn’t be removed by the wearer; a painful ki feedback loop assured that. Sage was whimpering, and Vegeta got a noseful of his son’s heat musk. Overlying Sage’s own natural sweet, sagey scent, the musk was darker, spicy with more than a hint of heat. For a moment, Vegeta’s head swam as the musk attempted to loop him into its grasp, however Vegeta’s overwhelming instinct to protect his youngest over-rode the provocative scent. He ground his teeth and against his will, and buckled the reinforced table restraints around his child, knowing they would be necessary, but hating himself for doing it all the same.

Stroking Sage’s hair briefly, he crossed the lab to the phone and dialed a number. A scant handful of minutes later, both Bulma and Goku had rushed into the room.

“Vegeta,” gasped Bulma. “What’s the emergency?”

Goku said nothing. He had known as soon as the door opened. His eyes filled with tears as he looked first at his bound bond-son, then at his mate. “Oh, Vegeta,” he whispered. “No…please tell me it’s not…”

“It is.” Vegeta’s voice was harsh, concern and fear graveling his dark voice.

“But he’s too young, Vegeta, he’s too young…”

Vegeta cut him off. “He isn’t too young, he’s just younger than we expected for him. I was sure we had another two years at least…I was seventeen, and Trunks was nearly seventeen when he went into his first heat.”

Bulma, having figured out what was going on shortly after catching glimpse of her son’s flushed; ki-restrained body was calmly gathering the materials she needed to get the data on her son’s first heat. Her hands shook, belying her composed demeanor. No one was voicing what truly was concerning them all. It wasn’t Sage’s youth everyone was worried about….it was his past.

At the age of six, Sage had been molested by the teacher’s aide in his first grade class. The physical side of the attacks had been horrible enough, but what had done even more damage was the mental and emotional abuse Burns had subjected Sage too. A few months ago, everything had been brought to a head again when the then school counselor had confronted the family on behalf of her lover, one Stanley Burns. Bulma shivered as she remembered the look on Sage’s face when that bitch Aycock had accused him of lying about the attempted rape to protect someone in his family, the blood on his hands from deep wounds caused by his own nails digging into the tender flesh of his palms, her own rage at the former school counselor’s accusations. She watched as Goku and Vegeta moved to flank their son, speaking in low, soothing voices as they attempted to calm the heat-flustered child. They had discussed this several times over the past several years, dealing with three other demi-Saiyjins whose bodies were regulating themselves to normal cycles of heat, and moon phases lent ample observation opportunities. But everyone was worried about Sage’s first heat. The first heat was always the worst, though it usually set the stage for future heats. Sage was overwhelmingly Saiyjin, his human half seemingly very nearly buried by his fathers’ heritage. Vegeta had been concerned from the start Sage’s heat might be worse than the other boys…for one thing, he had never lost his tail. For another, the molestation. And the third, as Vegeta said, Sage simply smelled, acted and reacted more like a full-blooded Saiyjin than the other three did.

Her tray finished, she pushed the wheeled cart over to the side of the examining bed where Sage was just waking up. He struggled against the straps holding him down on the bed, his face flushed, his gaze utterly confused.

“What’s going on, Tousan?” he asked? “Why am I tied down? And what’s with all the damn SMELLS????”

Vegeta closed his eyes briefly, then leaned down close to Sage. “Son, you’ve gone into heat.”

You could have heard a pin drop in that room.

“No,” Sage whispered. “Please, Tousan, no…” Sage’s eyes welled up with unaccustomed tears.

“I’m sorry, baby.” Goku’s voice was low as he gently stroked Sage’s flushed forehead. “But there’s no way we can change what’s happening, you know that.” At that bit of tenderness, tears did spill down Sage’s cheeks. He knew what was what…he knew what his going into heat would entail. And he wanted nothing to do with it. He squirmed as heat flushed through him anew. A purr vibrated around the room, even as tears dropped onto the table beneath Sage’s head. He twisted and writhed, his erection trapped in his boxers, his bottle-brush tail snapping through the air as much as it could.

“I’m burning.” A matter of fact voice. Then, with more than a tinge of panic, “I’M BURNING!!! KAMI, PLEASE HELP ME!!!” Sage’s musk filled the room, but neither Goku nor Vegeta was reacting to it as they did during the other boys’ heats. Their postures were aggressive, as though they could fight the heat and resulting fear it caused in their youngest son. Bulma sidled in between Goku and Sage, needle in hand. Goku yelped and in a flash was hiding behind Vegeta. Sage, the heat stripping his defenses, couldn’t hide the fear in his entire being as his Kassan approached him with the needle.

“Shhh, chibi,” she said soothingly. “This is just something to make you sleep for awhile. We have to figure some things out, ne?” And not waiting for him to respond, she swiftly jabbed him in the thigh with the needle and pressed the plunger. Sage yelled as though she were twisting a serrated dagger in his flesh, then, as soon as it had started, it trailed off and Sage slept.

As soon as Sage’s eyelids crashed, Bulma was efficiently drawing blood for the various hormone level tests she would conduct so they would have a better idea what to expect from Sage’s heat. This being the first day of his heat, things weren’t urgent…yet. As far as she knew, Sage would merely be uncomfortable for the first day or so, however, she reminded herself, don’t get too caught up with the status quo when it comes to Sage. He has a way of breaking all the rules. Don’t get complacent just because you’ve gone through this with three other chibis.

“Try and make him comfortable, koi,” Vegeta said suddenly. “Try and cool him down. I’ll be back in just a little bit.”

“Where are you going, ‘Geta?”

Vegeta’s obsidian eyes met his mate’s inky black depths. “I’m going to get help.”

Goku looked surprised for just a moment, then nodded quickly. “Hurry back.”

Vegeta didn’t answer. He was already gone.

A short while later Vegeta was knocking on the door of a smallish house a few miles away from the main house. His daughter-in-law answered the door with a surprised, “Vegeta-san, what are you doing here?”

Vegeta’s concern for his youngest child made his usual curt voice even shorter. “I need to speak with Gohan. Now.”

Videl opened her mouth, but Gohan was already there. “Otousama, what is it?” He frowned, and scented the air. “Something smells….”

Vegeta interrupted him. “I need to talk with you, Gohan, inside.”

“Of course,” as he held the door open wider and respectfully ushered his bond-father into his house.

The walls were covered with framed photographs…Videl had won the fight about not living in the main house of CC when they married, but it was obvious she hadn’t had much say in the décor. Gohan couldn’t live at the main house, so it seemed he surrounded himself with reminders of what he still, Vegeta knew, considered to be his home. Picture upon picture of family, brothers, fathers, Bulma, Videl and Pan surrounded the Saiyjin prince. In the living room Gohan guided him unnecessarily to a wall hanging of the triple-pronged scarlet crest of the Royal House of Vegeta-sei was prominently displayed over the mantle. Gohan had been beyond proud to learn when Vegeta and Kakkarott had married the Sons had become part of the royal family, a point driven home to Videl at their wedding. The wedding picture adorning the mantle itself showed the wedding party, the bride’s side in traditional, if somewhat westernized attire, while the groom’s side of the family (including Vegeta noticed, a wry twist of remembrance quirking his mouth a sullen Sage as ring bearer) were all dressed in formal, traditional Saiyjin regalia.

He sighed, remembering why he was here in the first place and turned to address Gohan, Videl having followed them into the living room. He took a deep breath, then got right to the point.

“Sage has gone into heat.”

Gohan’s eyes widened. “Already? But Otousama, isn’t he young for it? He’s only thirteen!!”

Vegeta passed a weary hand over his eyes. “Hai, he’s young, but there’s nothing we can do about that. We’ve discussed briefly what the real problem will be.”

Gohan nodded slowly. “Yes, the molestation.” Videl sucked in a breath. Both men ignored her. “And is it, Vegeta-san?”

“Yes, but that’s not all. The onna hasn’t finished the tests yet, but with his scent, she doesn’t need to. His scent is…it’s Saiyjin Gohan. Almost completely. Nothing like you or your brothers when you went into heat.”

Gohan sat down hard. “I was afraid of this,” he muttered, almost to himself.

“Gohan,” Vegeta hesitated. “Gohan, you know what I came over here to ask you to do, ne?”

Gohan stood up swiftly. “Of course I do, Otousama,” he said matter-of-factly. “And you know the answer is yes. How could I say no? I won’t let Sage go through this alone…I can’t.”

“Thank you.” Vegeta’s voice was quiet, and Gohan reached over and gripped his bond-father’s arm…hard.

“It’ll be all right, Vegeta-san,” said Gohan quietly. “I’ll help him through this, and it will all be fine.”

Vegeta nodded and turned to leave the house, Gohan following when their progress was stopped by Videl.

“Gohan, where are you going?”

Gohan looked surprised. “I’m going to Capsule Corp, Videl. Sage has gone into heat and he needs me.”

Videl took a step backwards, her eyes wary. “That doesn’t mean what I think it means, does it?”

Gohan sighed. “I’m not even going to ask you what you think it means. I’ll just tell you. I’ll be gone for a week or so, and during that time, I’ll be locked in the gravity room with Sage, fucking him one way or another.”

“And you just expect me to allow this?” Videl’s voice was icy, even though her affection and concern for the youngest Briefs child was as strong as the rest of the family’s.

Gohan’s voice was quiet steel. “I didn’t ask your permission, Videl. You’re my wife, and I love you, but I cannot refuse to do this. I will not turn my back on my brother.”

“Why you then, tell me that?” asked Videl, her gaze turning to Vegeta.

“Because there’s no one else, Videl, for one thing. Trunks and Goten are bonded, and Vegeta-san and Dad just couldn’t. Wouldn’t be able to. And he trusts me. He knows I won’t hurt him. And I won’t. I can’t let him go through this alone. I will NOT let him go through this alone.”

“Why not?”

Gohan sighed. “Look, you’ve never seen me in heat…not really.” Videl started to interrupt, but he held up a hand, silencing her. “When I go into heat, those are the times I take off for a week or two, to “train” with Piccolo. He’s been helping me since my first heat, and he continues to do so. If I stayed here, you wouldn’t be able to walk after the first couple of days.”

Videl did interrupt then. “So why can’t Piccolo help Sage then?”

“He just can’t. It’s different for Sage than it is for me. Look, this isn’t up for discussion. I’m not asking your permission, though I would prefer it if you said you at least understood why I’m doing this. The longer I stand here and argue with you, the longer Sage is in distress.” He moved to leave, when Videl brought out her trump card.

“What am I supposed to tell Pan? That her Daddy took off for a week to go fuck her thirteen-year-old uncle?”

At that, Vegeta, who had remained silent, letting Gohan deal with his wife started forward, but was stopped by Gohan.

“You tell her the truth. Or, better yet, I’ll tell her now, before I leave.”

He strode past his dumbstruck wife, calling out for their six-year-old daughter, Pan.

She came running, paused for a moment, then flung herself at her Grandpa, Vegeta.

“Grandpa, Grandpa!!! What are you doing here? Is Poppi with you? Did Trunks or Sage come with you? Are you going to stay for dinner?”

Vegeta smiled slightly as he set the small demi-Saiyjin down, patiently unwinding her slim tail from where it had attached itself to his wrist.

“I came over to talk to your father, Pan-pan,” he said, his affectionate nickname for his granddaughter softening his serious tone.

“That’s right, Pan,” said Gohan. “And now Daddy has something he needs to tell you, so I need you to be a big girl and listen carefully, ne?”

Pan nodded her dark head, blue eyes wide, instinctively knowing something serious was going on.

“Pan, do you remember when we talked about the differences between humans and Saiyjins?” asked Gohan.

She nodded again, “Un,” she affirmed.

“Do you remember when we talked about how sex is different for humans than it is for Saiyjins?”

She thought for a minute, then smiled. “I ‘member, Daddy. Saiyjins and demi-Saiyjins go into heat once or twice a year, and they have to have sex then, no matter what. Full moons affect Saiyjin sex…um…drives, and so does…”she paused thinking hard, “other Saiyjins in heat, right?” She smiled at her Daddy, then remembered something else. “Oh, and some Saiyjins can have babies even though they are boys, right, Daddy?”

He ruffled her hair affectionately. “Very good, Pan,” he praised. She beamed proudly. “Now something very important has happened, Pan. Sage has begun his very first heat and I need to go and help him through it. Do you remember why?”

She thought for a minute. “Don’t Saiyjins who are in heat have to have sex, Daddy?”

He nodded.

“Are you going to have sex with Sage?”

“Yes, I am.”

“And that will help him so he won’t get hurt in his heat? And he’ll be ok?”

“That’s right, chibi.”

“So you’ll have sex with Sage like you do with Mommy?”

Gohan smothered a smile. “Well not exactly like Mommy, the anatomy is different..”

“Oh yeah! I forgot.” Pan giggled. “So you’ll have yaoi sex with Sage!”

Videl was completely blue in the face. “I can’t believe what you’ve told our daughter,” she hissed at Gohan. “Don’t you think she’s a little young to know about all that?”

Gohan faced his wife. “No, I don’t. She isn’t too young to know where babies come from, is she?”

“No, of course she isn’t,” said Videl indignantly.

“So, it’s ok for her to know where human babies come from, but not Saiyjin babies?”

Videl could think of no answer to that.

Pan made an impatient noise at her mother. “Mommy, I’ve known bout this stuff for YEARS now. It’s no big deal, really!” She turned to her father and held her arms for him to pick her up. When he did so, she wrapped her slender dark brown tail around his arm, and put her arms around his neck. “Go make Sage feel better, Daddy,” she said softly, and kissed him.

He smiled at her, and simply nodded, kissing her back and setting her down. “You take care of your mother for me, Pan-chan, ne?” he said ruffling her short hair.

She stood up straight, trying to make it seem as though she were taller than she actually was. “I will, Daddy, I promise.”

Gohan turned to his wife. “I love you, Videl. Please understand why I have to do this.”

Videl shook her head. “I don’t understand, Gohan, and it would be dishonest to pretend I do. But…I’ll try to understand. And I won’t say I forbid you to go. I’ll…I’ll be waiting for you to come back.” She turned her head though as Gohan moved to kiss her, and he sighed and kissed her cheek, following his bond-father out of the house and towards Capsule Corp….and Sage.

Meanwhile back in the med lab, Bulma and Goku had hit upon an idea to cool Sage down. After locking the door to the lab, (Goku had to chase off Trunks and Goten with dire threats of painful and lingering deaths once they got a whiff of Sage’s heat musk) they started packing his heat-flushed body with ice packs. Both his sides, around his head, legs and torso were covered with flexible, frozen ice packs. Goku looked thoughtfully at the ice pack in his hand, then at Sage’s very obvious erection, sighed and carefully placed it directly over the boy’s stiff, cloth-covered member. A soft sigh reached both their ears as Sage, unconscious still, visibly relaxed.

“Better you than me,” commented Bulma, as she replaced rapidly thawing ice packs with fresh frozen ones. She looked up at her co-parent, and was startled to see tears in the large Saiyjin’s eyes, his tail lashing about in an agitated manner. “Goku?”

He shook his head, and replaced two ice packs. “Nothing to be done about it, Bulma.” His voice was low. “We knew this was coming, but it doesn’t make it any easier to deal with.”

Bulma sighed. “I know,” she said quietly, laying a hand on his arm, then wrapping her arms around his waist as he hugged her tightly, briefly, then turned his attention back to his bond-son.

A short eternity later, Vegeta and Gohan entered the room. Once inside, Gohan’s entire demeanor changed. At first, it was clinical, asking Bulma and Vegeta questions about Sage’s heat thus far, but it wasn’t long before the shift from clinical to possessive occurred. After no more than ten minutes, he abruptly stopped talking and strode over to the table where Sage was strapped down. Nimble fingers made short work of the re-enforced straps as Gohan released the bound demi-Saiyjin, gathering him into his arms, and growling warningly at his father who had started forward, a question on his lips.

Vegeta, an understanding expression on his face restrained his mate as Gohan made for the door. “I’ll take care of Sage now,” he said, his scent spiking into the dominant, protective role of seme. “You don’t have to worry about anything.”

“Wait,” said Vegeta suddenly. “Just one thing, Gohan.”

Gohan snarled and turned around. Vegeta held his hands up. “Gohan,” he said speaking slowly and non-threatingly. “Just let his mother give him one last injection. Remember, we aren’t sure about demi-Saiyjin cycles, and you don’t want Sage getting pregnant at thirteen, do you?”

The last vestiges of Gohan’s rational brain kicked in, and slowly, he nodded his head, and allowed Bulma to approach with a hypodermic. Once the contraceptive shot had been administered, he turned and left the room, carrying Sage off to the gravity room.

The three adults followed at a discrete distance, hearing Gohan warn Goten off of Sage’s scent more than once, the last time, punctuated by Goten’s yelp of pain as the scent of blood flowed back to the two Saiyjin parents. Vegeta chuckled. “That ought to teach Goten the futility of taking on big brother,” he said dryly.

They watched silently as Gohan carried the limp form of Sage into the gravity room, a scant second later, the red light indicating the gravity in the chamber was dangerous to normal people flicked on, and Vegeta calmly walked to the door and locked it from the outside. He stood there for a moment, leaning his head against the cool metal of the reinforced entrance to the room that had seen Gohan’s first heat, and subsequently his own and his mate’s, as well as Trunks and Goten’s. His heart all but broke for his smallest son, by far the youngest in the family to have his first heat, though Vegeta knew it wasn’t unusual for Saiyjins to have their first heat so early. Any age from 13-18 was considered “normal” after all….

The warm comforting heat of his mate’s strong body covered him from behind, blanketing him in a safe haven of tender touches. Soft lips nuzzled at his ear as Kakkarott murmured quietly comforting words to him, and slowly, oh so slowly, drew him away from the door.

Leading him over to the kitchen table, Goku sat down and pulled his lover, his partner into his lap and wrapped arms and tail around his smaller form.

“It’ll be all right, koi, it will.”

Gohan stood in the center of the gravity room, breathing deeply, and concentrating on the slight, still form in his arms. He could feel the heat musk washing through his body, arousing him to the point of pain, but his protective feelings for his youngest bond-brother held sway. Someone had already set up things up he noticed. The large mattress was filled with pillows, the water cooler was full, a portable cupboard he knew held food and the gravity was automatically set at 150. He heard the outer door click as it was locked, and knew. It had begun. For the next seven days, it would be just him and Sage, with daily visits probably from Vegeta to bring food and drink for the both of them. Sage stirred briefly in his arms, and Gohan smiled tenderly down at him. He loved Sage so much…he hadn’t admitted to anyone, least of all himself, he had been looking forward to Sage’s first heat. Not that he wanted to fuck his little brother…but he’d always had a driving need to shield, safeguard him, and to help him through his first heat…well. With what Sage had suffered through before it was Gohan's ultimate act of protection.

Gently he settled Sage down onto the mattress, admiring the way his graceful body draped itself over the mattress. He knew, intellectually, the pheromones in Sage’s heat musk were affecting his brain function, driving him to perpetuate the species. Gohan’s sensitive nose already had discerned Sage indeed was onkru’kah, or child-bearing. Normally, a Saiyjin in his or her first heat was infertile, but as Vegeta had reminded him, they had no hard data about demi-Saiyjins. Of the four of them, only one other had proven to be onkru’kah, and that was Goten. It was interesting, however, even though neither he nor Trunks could bear children; they did retain some of the physiology of an onkru’kah male. For example, when they went into heat, they both secreted a natural lubrication, something normally reserved for males who had the capability to conceive and bear children. It was interesting, and something Gohan had studied extensively, but his rational and intellectual brain had shut off. He simply sat, watching Sage sleep and waiting for him to awaken. Then, and only then could they begin their dance.

He had a good long time to wait. Bulma had dosed Sage up thoroughly, but finally Sage’s eyelids fluttered, and endless ebony eyes stared confusedly at the ceiling of the gravity room.

“Hi, baby,” said Gohan quietly. “How are you feeling?” He forcibly shoved down the urge to pounce on Sage and ravish him right then and there. For the first time, he was truly and heartily grateful to Piccolo who had helped him through every single heat he had gone through since his first at fifteen. Piccolo was unaffected by the Saiyjin heat musk, at least as far as Gohan knew, and it had never affected their relationship, as Piccolo was asexual. He told Gohan once it was just another way for him to protect his student, and best friend.

“I’m burning,” said Sage quietly. His breath hitched in his throat. “I’m scared, Gohan.”

In an instant, Gohan was sitting beside the smaller demi-Saiyjin, cradling him in his arms and purring. “I know you’re scared, Sage-chukra, but this is a natural, normal process.” Sage shivered in his arms.

“I don’t know what to do. I don’t want…I…please…”

Gently Gohan covered Sage’s mouth with a finger. “Shhh. It’s all right. Do you trust me, chibi?”

Mutely, Sage nodded.

“Then let me take care of you.” And without another word, he covered Sage’s mouth with his own, tipping the boy’s head backward as heated lips touched heated lips. Sage groaned, and Gohan sensed the spike in Sage’s arousal and the resultant hardening of his ever-present, heat driven erection. Surprising him, Sage turned in his lap, never breaking contact with Gohan’s lips and sat, straddling Gohan’s crossed legs, his own shorter legs loosely looped around the older demi-Saiyjin’s hips as they continued the kiss.

Sage gasped as Gohan’s arms tightened around him, surprising himself as he bucked up against his elder bond-brother, groaning again as the friction tortured his aching member, still encased within the cloth confines of his underclothes. Gohan took the opportunity the surprised gasp presented to him and carefully slid his tongue between Sage’s lips, tasting the delightfully fresh, sagey flavor of the boy, fused with the heady taint of heat musk. He was delicious, and Gohan suppressed a possessive growl as he slowly and carefully explored the younger Vegeta. He was delighted when he felt hesitant flicks against his tongue…Sage was responding.

In the back of his mind, always in the back of his mind, over the thrall the heat-musk had over him was Sage’s abject terror from what had happened to him when he had been a child of six. Gohan was determined not to lose the trust Sage had in him…determined even as he lost the ability to think coherently, determined even as he lowered Sage to the mattress and proceeded to relieve him of his confining shorts, determined as he rid himself of his clothing, determined…determined…Sage… oh Kami….

Sage lay sprawled decadently beneath Gohan’s intense gaze. His inhibitions were burning away, carried by the fiery heat enflaming every inch of him. He wasn’t frightened, not of Gohan, but of something….insubstantial. He remembered with clarity the pain of dry, forced penetration by a single, depraved digit, but somehow that seemed very far away. He felt…dingy in comparison with Gohan’s bright luminescence. But that was nothing new. He always felt…dirty…like he could never come quite clean. He was sure his lingering filth would rub off on to Gohan, and quite suddenly, as Gohan’s hands traveled over his chest, he felt them again. Those hands. The ones that had sullied him forever. Gasping, he shoved Gohan away…hard. He didn’t want Gohan to get dirty. If he did, he’d never come clean, and he didn’t want Gohan to feel those hands…like he felt.

As he lay, panting, unaware of the tears streaming down his cheeks, Gohan looked confused for a moment, then blinked as the bond broadcast to him loud and clear.

“Oh Sage,” he whispered. “Oh, baby, no. It’s ok. You’re not dirty, I promise. Look.” And he kissed the boy firmly, thumb wiping away copious tears as the child shook in his arms. “Let me take them away, Sage. Let me erase those hands from your skin.” He kissed lightly over Sage’s flushed chest and arms, causing Sage’s breathing to stumble slightly. “I’ll protect you, chukra, I promise. He won’t ever touch you again. He’s not here. I am. It’s me, Sage, it’s Gohan. Baby, please, let me help you.” In between words, tender touches, kisses, reassuring thoughts and feelings were sent through their sibling bond. And slowly, very slowly Sage began to relax under Gohan’s attentions. Gohan smiled as a familiar, sweetly cloying fragrance began to perfume the air and Sage made a soft kittenish sound as the onkru’kah gland began secreting it’s natural lubrication, smoothing the way for Gohan to eventually take the heat-distressed hybrid.

Gohan smiled, and covered Sage’s mouth with his own, claiming it, as was his right. Tenderly plundered, his oral ministrations had Sage writhing beneath him, wordlessly pleading, crying out for something he had no words for. Gohan knew if he took the boy now, right now, Sage wouldn’t care. The heat would see to that. He would come, and come hard. It wouldn’t hurt him, he was ready, physically. Physically…yes. But emotionally….emotionally Sage wasn’t ready. And Gohan’s protective nature was at the forefront of his heat driven instincts. He HAD to protect Sage. That was why he was here, to love and protect the boy. He would make it right. And with no further thought, he proceeded to do just that.

It was a far cry from the usual, frenetic, driven joining normally signifying the beginnings of a Saiyjin in season. It was lingering kisses, soft touches, loving and reassuring thoughts and murmurings…

Hitching breaths from Sage, shuddering and shying away one moment, drawing him closer the next. Tails lashed through the air, coiling around each other, trapping various body parts, jerking back, soft rich fur on sweltering skin…

Tender touches in intimate places, careful and slow, “Look at me, Sage, open your eyes. Feel I’m not him. Trust. Open. I’ll protect you, I swear it…”

Frightened eyes, black depths that rarely saw tears flooded over as a voice barely beginning to change whispered fright, and terror remembered as strong, slightly calloused hands smoothed reassuring paths over deceptively delicate hide, hiding as Sage said, filth, and depravity and dirtiness…

Encouraging scents, reassuring words, “You aren’t dirty, Vegeta, he hasn’t that power over you…” “But I feel it, Gohan, and I hear him…” Deep kisses, distracting strokes and nips. “He never told you anything but lies, chibi…feel my hands…feel me…touch me, Sage….”

Fear again, hesitant hands holding, reaching…”I can’t…I can’t, Gohan, I just….” A gentle grasp, guiding fearful fingers…”See…it’s all right….you can touch me…relax, baby…let your instincts guide you….”

Reassurance….resolve…and…finally reciprocation.

A pleasure-filled purr.

Wandering, wondering hands.

Trusting soulful orbs glimmering up.

And the scent…the scent of a Saiyjin ready…really ready for sex.

Gohan’s slow penetration had Sage gasping for air as he was filled more completely than he had thought possible. He mewled as that odd, squeezing sensation happened again, Kami-sama, it felt SO good!!! A strong, sweet scent filled his nose, and somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that sensation and the resulting scent was the onkru’kah glands secreting their lubrication, but he hardly cared as Gohan began to move within him.

It was deliberate, unhurried seduction on Gohan’s part. He bit back a howl as he was fully encased in Sage’s snug, searing, slick channel, peeking out of one slitted eye at the wanton display beneath him. There had never been anything more beautiful than the flushed figure of nascent manhood below him, Gohan was entirely positive of it. He moved his hips just a tiny bit and was rewarded by slim, sturdy legs wrapping themselves around him and drawing him in closer, deeper…sweet Kami-sama…Gohan leaned over and availed himself of the treat Sage’s panting mouth presented to him, delighting once again at the clear, alluring flavor of the youngest Briefs brat. Pale hands smoothed rebellious strands of purest cobalt-laced midnight as Gohan slowly began moving, careful not to rest all his weight on the slight form of the diminutive demi who soon was groaning and begging breathlessly for more, please, Gohan, I need more…

Without answering, Gohan reached down and grasped Sage’s slender shaft in a firm hand. That simple touch nearly sent Sage over the edge right then and there, but Gohan had securely gripped the base, effectively pinching off any impending orgasms. “Not yet, bratling,” he whispered hotly in Sage’s ear. “Not just yet.” Sage whimpered and gazed up at him with imploring coal-dusted eyes. Confusion washed through the bond, and Gohan nearly smiled at the influx of sensation Sage was undergoing. He quite literally didn’t know down from up at that moment, and that was what Gohan had been waiting for.

Releasing Sage’s erection, he instead grasped the boy’s hips, sitting back slightly on his heels, and twining his tail tightly with Sage’s. Simultaneously sending reassuring and safe thoughts through to Sage, he began a relentless assault on Sage’s small, spongy pleasure spot, concentrating VERY hard on not coming; don’t come, Gohan, not until Sage does; when a long, high-pitched keening wail sounded through out the room, echoing from the domed walls. A sweet, hot, slightly salty tang filled the air as Sage erupted in his first heat-provoked orgasm. A grinning, gasping Gohan caught a jet or two full in the face, and he wiped it off with a careless hand, never ceasing his movement within the boy, tongue darting out and licking cream from his face and hand as he thrust a final time and came hard himself, filling the deflowered virgin full to the brim.

“Gohan,” Sage gasped. “Gohan, please….” Tears were welling again in Sage’s eyes, as a look of confusion became evident on his face. “I don’t understand,” Sage whispered as Gohan carefully extracted himself from Sage and gathered him into his lap, purring soothingly, comfortingly, as he took note of Sage’s persistent erection. Chuckling deep in his chest, he wrapped a hand easily around the slim shaft.

“’s ok, Sage, that’s perfectly normal. Just relax and enjoy it. It’s ok to enjoy it,” he said as he began to expertly work Sage’s member.

“I know,” whispered Sage with a kind of wonderment in his voice. “It feels…so good, Gohan…. GOHAN!!!” he screamed again as he came in spurts over his heat-partner’s caressing fist. “Gohan.” He slumped against a sweaty chest, his own body’s heat cooled for the moment…fast asleep. As Gohan laid him down on the mattress, arranging pillows beneath the boy’s head, he nearly missed the “I’m not dirty anymore, Gohan,” the chibi muttered in his sleep. Rising to retrieve a drink for his parched throat, Gohan found himself stopped by a strong, blue-black tail. He tried to unwind it from his thigh, but efforts to that end only resulted in the tightening of said limb, and a tugging in the direction it obviously thought he belonged. Thirst forgotten, he curled up behind Sage, arms around the boy, various body fluids sticking various body parts together as he breathed in the most wonderful scent that had ever graced his nose. Closing his eyes, he began drifting off, but not before realizing, a smile tugging his lips at the thought, he couldn’t wait to wake and do it all over again…

To be continued….