In Your Dreams

Chapter 37

In Your Dreams: Chapter 37

Vegeta was still sulking when he made an appearance in the kitchen to join the others for dinner. It took all of his willpower not to poke out his bottom lip and pout as he mechanically shoveled food into his mouth. Kakarotto, it turned out, was a giant tease, whether he knew it or not.

The prince raised his black eyes to gaze at said Saiyajin, who was seated across the table from him. Goku had been in such a rush to get to the kitchen that he'd only given himself enough time to slip into a pair of gi pants and a shirt, which he'd left unbuttoned in his haste. Vegeta appreciated the view, but gazing upon the well-muscled flesh only increased his desire to jump the younger man right there and then.

However, it didn't escape his notice that there were others at the table who were also admiring the view. Vegeta's lip curled into an amused smirk as he watched Bulma shoot appreciative glances at her oldest friend's bared torso. Her admiration didn't bother him much. What woman could resist sneaking a peak or two at such a perfect specimen? Besides, she was no threat to him.

Trunks, however, was another matter.

Vegeta's grin faded into a tight lipped scowl as he turned his attention to his first born. He'd been aware of the demi-Saiyajin's interest in Kakarotto from day one. He hadn't thought much about it for the most part, but lately the attention Trunks was focusing on his mate was beginning to rub him the wrong way.

Goku, oblivious to everything aside from the food on his plate, hadn't even noticed that Trunks had been practically molesting him with his eyes from the moment they'd sat down. The demi-Saiyajin made very little effort to hide the lustful glances he kept throwing his way, and Vegeta was beginning to find that biting back his growls wasn't as easy as he would have liked.

Kakarotto was HIS. The boy had no claim on him! To his knowledge his son had never been in a serious relationship with any human, and that led him to believe that his instincts to mate with one of his own kind were stronger than that of the other demi-Saiyajins. That small fact made Vegeta both proud and territorial at the same time.

The meal had been eaten in relative silence up until that point, save for the occasional clink of a glass or the scrape of a fork against a plate; so when Trunks finally spoke, everyone took notice.

''Goku, how has everything been going for you lately? We haven't really seen much of each other in awhile.''

Vegeta's grip on his fork tightened as he felt his hackles rise. It was a seemingly innocent question, but there was a hidden motive behind those words.

Goku, always the na've one, didn't suspect a thing. The younger Saiyajin swallowed his mouthful of food and smiled.

''I've had my ups and downs. Can't really complain.''

The prince frowned as his mate continued to eat. That was a lie. Just hours before Kakarotto had been told he could never become a Super Saiyajin again. He'd say that was more than enough reason to complain. He'd have to speak with the younger man about it later.

Trunks nodded and pushed his food around on his plate. His blue eyes never left the other Saiyajin's form. ''That's good, I suppose.... How about a change in scenery though? Maybe you and I can have a day out soon. You know, break our normal routines for once?''

Goku's black eyes rose to meet those of the other man's. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, which pleased Vegeta, but his reply to the request wasn't what the prince was expecting. ''Yeah, sure. I don't see why not.''

Vegeta bit back a snarl as blue eyes darted his way for only a second. The message didn't go unreceived. The boy was challenging his claim on Kakarotto. Oh, he had some nerve; he'd give him that. He hadn't realized his son was so stupid though. So very stupid...