Paranoia seemed to start the whole epidemic, not the ‘Rut Season’ itself.

Gohan and Goten dropped by less and less often, and I heard Chichi and Bulma talking about how Trunks would not come out of his room. I didn’t think they realized exactly what was going on, but Vegeta told me they would be made aware in a few days time.

Obsessed with the thought of becoming or getting someone pregnant, I stayed away from everyone, even my own wife.

I stayed out in the woods; my sides burning with desire, and a constant erection.

I tried not to think about dirty thoughts, but they would inevitably enter my mind. Most of them were not even heterosexual thoughts; the majority of them involved me and the Prince.

In all my thoughts, he was always beneath me, panting, moaning, biting. There was always a scene where he would writhe beneath me, calling out my name in a low throaty groan. Then I would come inside him, and we would come to that moment when we never wanted it to end.

I would usually collapse right afterwards, and be content for several minutes, before we would start all over again.

I didn’t really have a particular love for Vegeta; barely even a tolerance; but the thought of him alone turned me on. He didn’t even have to do anything; all he needed to do was blink, and I was off into an uncontrolled chaos.

I supposed Chichi wondered where I was; I had been gone for almost two days now.

An almost familiar sent floated through my nose. I couldn’t immediately place the smell, but then knew a moment later.

Gohan landed in front of me a few minutes later, and simply stood there, watching me for several more seconds.

His face was flushed, and the tell-tall actions of Rut where easily seen as he moved. He had no shirt on, just a pair of jean shorts and flip-flops. He didn’t have a belt on, so his shorts where slipping downward off his hips.

All at once, he had gotten my attention.

Panting, in a fashion that seemed to excite me all over again, he began. “I… did something bad, father.”

I half-listened, tempted to touch his face and chest as he talked.

“The day before yesterday, I went over to Bulma’s. She wasn’t home. Vegeta either. I guess I was looking for Trunks, because he was there. In his room. And we…” He stopped to think about what he was going to say thoroughly. “We… kissed… and then before I knew it… we were having sex.”

I didn’t really care about this news; I did not want Trunks. Just Vegeta. And now, for the moment, Gohan too.

He looked at me as if he expected some feedback. “Dad, he’s 16. That’s cradle robbing.”

I nodded, though I wasn’t really listening.

“I didn’t even know what I was doing. One minute we were just talking about stuff … and then… is there something wrong with me?”

I shrugged, trying to get my thoughts straight. “Not really. Vegeta says it’s Rut Season.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s when Saiyans have a lot of sex with other Saiyans.”

“Why?”

“To make babies. Apparently, Saiyan men can become pregnant too.”

“Does… Does that mean that Trunks… could be…?”

I shook my head. “I don’t know. Vegeta said that one out of every three Saiyan men can become pregnant. So there’s a good chance he won’t, but you might want to ask Vegeta.” I suggested.

“You want me to tell Vegeta that I took his only son’s virginity?” He gave me a look.

I nodded. “He won’t be mad; he probably won’t even care.”

Silence fallowed as Gohan thought it over.

Until now, I had never noticed how nice of a body Gohan had. He was almost as pale as I was, but he was less bulky. I could see a lot of his mother in him, which was a little bit of a turn-off, but who was I to send him away for that?

The fact that he was my son never truly registered in my mind, until I was kissing him and he was kissing me.

My tongue was in his mouth at once, tasting him. I unbuttoned his pants, and they fell to the ground with ease. He was already sporting an arousal, as was I.

We sunk to the frost covered earth; he kicked off his flip-flops and his hands where at once on me.

I had to stop though; the thought of violating my own son seemed out of the question. And plus, he could already be a father to Trunks’ child, if there was one.

Telling him to go was the hardest thing ever; making him think I didn’t want anything to do with him even harder.

He took his pants and buttoned them back up. He left quickly, knowing he had almost made the same mistake twice.

I sat back down on the ground and went about reliving myself with rough strokes; knowing he was doing the same.

A bead of sweat rolled from my brow and dropped from the tip of my nose.

I left the woods to find a more secluded area. But to my horror, before I even thought about which way to go, I was right in front of Capsule corp.

I must have blacked out or something, because I didn’t remember coming all that way. The sent of Gohan lingered at the front door and over by the bushes where he had probably stood before climbing into Trunk’s window. Vegeta’s sent was everywhere, even on the grass.

Bulma opened the door a moment later. She smiled at me. “Goku, hello. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you. What brings you here?”

“How did you know I was at the door?” I asked.

She gave me a look. “You rang the doorbell…”

“Oh.” I said, trying to recall. “I guess I must have. I can here… to see you.”

She let me in, and gave me some coffee to drink. The coffee looked red, but it could have been me. I didn’t trust it, so I just pretended to drink it.

“So, what’s new?” She started with the small talk, and before I knew it, we where deep in conversation. “Do you know what’s going on?” She asked.

“With what?”

“With Vegeta. He hasn’t slept in the same bed as me fore almost a week now.” She leaned in closer. “Is he cheating on me or something?”

I shook my head. “No. It’s a Saiyan thing. I don’t know if he wants me to tell you, so you’ll just have to ask him.”

She glared at me, as if she was unsure if she liked my answer. “You’re sure he’s not sleeping around?”

I nodded. “Yes, I’m sure. If he was, I would be able to smell it on him.”

She leaned back in her chair. “Thanks. I really needed some truth from someone.” She paused. “This… Saiyan thing… is it happened to Trunks too? He seems moody now; more so than usual. And he stays in his room for much longer than he used to.”

“Uh… yeah, it’s happening to him too. Just let them do their thing, and this will pass eventually.”

In actuality; I hadn’t really lied to her. I just… sugar-coated it a bit. And she seemed to buy it. Unless she already knew, and was just playing me into thinking I was winning.

I shook my head. Too much to think about right now; my pants where getting tight again.

“Do you want to see him?” She asked.

“See who?” I looked up at her dazedly, trying to remember the last thing she had said.

“Trunks,”

“Uh… no- I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?” She frowned at me. She knew I wasn’t telling her everything, so now she was trying to force me into it.

“I… uh… have to go to the bathroom.” I ran upstairs, careful to stay away from the hallway where Trunks’ room was, least I catch his sent, and went into the bathroom.

I stood inside, panting for several seconds. I turned around, and there stood Vegeta, right before me.

I couldn’t help but groan at the sight of him.

“Don’t you know how to knock?” He asked, a smug little half-smirk on his face. “You’re lucky I was done before you got here, Kakorot.” He dried off his hands, and crossed his arms.

“What are you doing here?” I found myself asking.

His head cocked as if he were thinking about the question. “I live here.” He answered slowly.

“No, I mean…” I gave up. His presence was far too distracting to finish.

“Move.” He said, and at first I didn’t know what he was talking about. Then I realized I was blocking the only way out.

This could work to my advantage, I found myself thinking. Instead of getting out of the way, I moved back and closed the door completely.

I saw his eyebrow twitch just slightly. “What are you doing now?”

He was stalling. He was trying to think of a way out of this; for he knew neither of us were ready; so he was trying to distract me with questions he already knew the answer to.

I stepped forward, but he had nowhere to step back. He stood his ground; even while I stroked his arm.

“Do you see the red, Kakorot?” He asked softly, his voice husky and unbelievably sexy.

“Yes.” I whispered.

“How red is it?” His voice dropped even lower, into something that was more like a growl than anything else.

“Red as blood.”

His nostrils flared at that, as if he were trying to smell the imaginary blood. He abruptly swatted my hand away from his arm, and blinked rapidly. “Move.”

“I can’t.” I told him, and placed my hands on his hips. I pulled his lower half to mine, our bodies touching once more. I could feel the heat and hardness in his pants, as he could feel my own.

He looked right at me; and it seemed for the first time, he might have actually been afraid of me. That look in his eyes alone terrified me, but it only lingered for a moment, before he seemed to take it back again.

He allowed our closeness for a while; I think he was trying to calculate something.

When my hand grasped his firm ass, he pushed it away without hesitation. Apparently he did not like that. But I didn’t care.

I grabbed him again, and he bit me. Yes. He bit me. He bit me hard enough to draw blood.

I pulled away, of course, letting go of his hips. “Ow, what was that for!”

He looked mad, but his face was flushed with embarrassment. “You touched me, Kakorot.”

“But I didn’t hurt you,” I justified.

He didn’t answer to that. He simply watched as I washed off my arm in the sink. After several seconds of running the water, he shut it off and examined my arm.

I was genuinely afraid he would bite me again, when he brought my arm to his mouth. Instead, he ran his tongue over the wound carefully. His eyes glanced up at me, and then back down to the wound.

He cleaned it entirely, as if to apologize. When it stopped bleeding, on of his arms swung around my waist and this time he pulled me toward him.

He allowed me to put my hands on him once more, and this time I stayed away from some of his more… sensitive areas.

I did lift up his shirt slightly, but he pulled it back down. There was a warning look in his eyes.

“You’re not going to bite me again, are you?” I asked half-jokingly.

He gave a half-sigh/growl, and permitted me to take his shirt all the way off.

Scars, that I had never really given much thought to before, crossed his chest in random patterns. A lot of them where faint, but some of them where deep with twisted scar tissue that would never truly heal.

I ran my fingers down his chest, and then stopped. Over his washboard –stomach, there was a deep scar running down vertically past his waistband. I cocked my head, and pressed on it lightly.

He didn’t move or even acknowledge the touch. The flesh was soft, and seemed like it would be extremely tender.

“Am I hurting you?” I asked, not completing all of my words fully; ending some with a moan and leaving out others all together. He seemed to catch it though.

“I don’t have any feeling on that side.” He said with a shake of his head

“How did you get it?”

He swallowed forcefully. “I refused to fallow the rules back on Freeza’s ship, so he made me into an example for the rest of the crew.”

“Why would he do that?”

“Because he knew I would recover.” He stated, and moved my hand away from that area; as if pushing me away would stop the questions.

I pressed on another one of his scars, and this time he twitched back. I must have struck a nerve.

“Sorry,” I said immediately and moved on.

At one point, I don’t really remember where, I had removed his pants and found myself tracing the smaller scars along his hips and upper thighs.

I got down onto my knees to examine him more closely. I could feel the panic he was radiating, but he didn’t want me to know he was alarmed. He must have been traumatized back when he was younger, maybe even when he was just a little boy, and now any kind of contact made him jumpy.

I leaned forward, and licked the area right above the strip of course black hair that led to his prize; his soon to be my prize.

I twitched back at this, reluctant to let me continue. I looked up at him, a questioning look on my face.

“Are you this way with Bulma?” I asked, surprised that I would ask such a thing without too much thought.

He shook his head, but in a way that seemed unsure. “Sex… with men… is always different than it is with women.”

What he meant was, with women, the man was always dominant. With men, it depended mostly on who could overpower the other.

He wouldn’t let me touch him at first; as if me touching him would force him to go all the way. He seemed like the kind of person who liked the thought of being able to take things back. He didn’t like doing something where he couldn’t simply push ‘Undo’ and everything would go back again.

After much coaxing, he finally allowed me to wrap one hand around his shaft.

He tensed, and then let out a long sigh when I began to stroke. I could feel his heart beat in my hand; a sharp, pulsing beat that flowed through that area with determination.

He leaned back onto the counter, and let me do what I wanted. Now that I had earned his trust, it seemed, the fun could begin.

I thought about Chichi for a brief moment, before she was instantly vaporized within my mind. This was not the time to think about Chichi.

I stood back up and lifted him gently onto the counter. He growled. “You don’t have to treat me like a virgin, Kakorot.”

I smirked at this and dropped once more to my knees.