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Native Son	By : chibivegeta Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4347 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Pairing:
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Native Son

Chapter 1

Son Chi-chi sighed as
another dish broke in her hands. Growling with frustration, she dumped
the shards into the trash and moved to stare out the door of the kitchen at the
darkening skies.
�Where is that man!?
I told him not to go wandering off today.�
But does he ever listen to me, his wife? Hmph!�
She stepped out onto the
back porch and cupped hands around her mouth.
�GOHAAAAAN!!� She
screeched.
�Hai, Kaasan!�
The young half saiya-jin�s
voice was muffled by distance but Chi-chi knew he was making his way home at
top speed. ~ As a good son should� ~ She stood and waited
for him, hands on hips as one foot tapped with impatience.
The teenager appeared over
the tops of the trees, his ki glowing around him where he�d powered up for the
quick flight home. Goten could be seen a short distance behind him,
strong for his age but still no match for his older brother�s speed.
Gohan�s feet touched down almost inaudibly on the grass of the yard.
�Nan desu ka,
Kaasan?� He trotted the few steps to the back porch, his younger brother
hot on his heels.
�Where is that lazy father
of yours?� Chi-chi�s scowl promised grief for said father once she laid
eyes on him.
�Uhh�He said he was going
to go spar a little and maybe fish�� Gohan cringed slightly, noting his
mother�s rising temper, and waved a hand behind himself in warning to Goten to
keep a low profile. The younger half saiya-jin ducked into his brother�s
shadow.
�Grrrr! I told him
not to leave the house today unless he went to look for a real job!
Honestly, I don�t know how he expects me to keep this house and family going
while he plays around! Tournament money twice a year isn�t going to keep
you two clothed or fed! Why I put up with him is beyond me��
Gohan stared at the ground
as his mother took off on another of her endless rants about his father,
sighing lightly as he waited for her to finish, aware of Goten�s fingers
slipping into his own as his brother sought comfort from their mother�s tirade.
Goku was his and Goten�s
father. Sure he�d been gone a lot, and he wasn�t like other fathers, but
that didn�t mean he didn�t take care of his family. Gohan bit back a
retort that Goku�s tournament money had, indeed, kept them fed and clothed all
this time. And that, despite his mother�s constant harping about his
father finding a �real� job, she herself didn�t seem inclined to work.
�And what�s more�EEEEK!�
Both were startled from
their thoughts as a bolt of lightning struck into the trees near the house,
accompanied by a deafening boom of thunder. Chi-chi�s eyes rolled up in
her head as she dropped to the porch limply. The clouds had grown darker
and thicker as she�d stood lecturing her son on his father�s wrongs. The
air nearly hummed with energy as the thunderstorm brewed above, more jagged
bolts struck out across the countryside like long insectoid legs of the storm.
Gohan sighed and bent to
scoop his mother up. He couldn�t figure out how she managed to scream and
rant all the time but fainted at the drop of a hat. He carried her into
the house to lay her out on the couch while Goten scampered into the bathroom
to return with a damp cloth to place on her forehead.
�What do we do, �niichan?�
Goten sat in a chair, his legs kicking as he looked at their mother.
Gohan smiled at his
father�s young duplicate. �Oh she�ll be fine, Goten. Don�t worry
too much.�
He turned back to look out
the window, sudden rain sheeting down heavily as if the earlier thunder had
been only a warning of the tempest to come. His father should have been
back by now. The growl of the storm increased along with the pit of worry
in Gohan�s stomach.
Turning away from the
window with a sigh, Gohan smiled at his little brother. �How about some
lunch, chibi?�
�Yeah!� Goten�s feet
were already carrying him to the kitchen as his saiya-jin appetite asserted its
agreement.
The teenager assembled a
stack of sandwiches for his brother and himself, and started a pot of tea for
their mother whom he knew would soon be waking, constantly aware of the clock
ticking away the increasing time in which his father did not return.
�Ohhh, my head��
The two half saiya-jins
blinked up from stuffing their faces to look at their mother where she stood in
the kitchen doorway, her bun askew, wisps of hair trailing around her face.
�Sorry, mom. I think
the storm scared you.�
Gohan bustled around the
kitchen, preparing a tea tray and sliding it onto the table as their mother
sat. He hovered nervously a moment, hoping she wouldn�t remember and
continue her earlier harangue.
�Sit and finish your
lunch, Gohan. You�re still a growing boy you know.�
Chi-chi appeared to be all
sweetness and light again as she picked up her cup to sip from it, ever the
concerned mother. ~ Or controlling mother. ~ Gohan grimaced
to himself as the thought got away from him. He really didn�t usually
mind her fussing, but he was growing up now, and she should be treating him
more as an adult. ~ But look how she treats Dad�~
�Isn�t your father home
yet?�
Gohan blinked as her
thoughts seemed to reflect his own for a moment. �Ah, no�I�m getting kind
of worried, Mom. Can I go look for him?�
Chi-chi snorted, frowning
into her cup. �No. He�s Mr. Big Hero, he can suffer a little rain
without damage. Besides, he�s probably holed up in a cave somewhere with
those filthy animals he�s always taking care of.�
The boys exchanged a look,
used to hearing their mother�s opinion of their father. Gohan wondered why
she�d ever wanted to marry him in the first place if she thought he was so
useless. He breathed a sigh of relief though as her words filtered
through his discomfort. That had to be it. His father was only
waiting out the storm so that he wouldn�t have to fly through the downpour.
Goten fidgeted restlessly
with a crust of bread as he gazed out the window, expression forlorn. �I
wanna go play�� He pouted, feet kicking at the rungs of the chair.
�Not a chance. You�ll
catch your death of pneumonia out there young man.� Chi-chi cleared the
dishes from the table. �Scoot, go upstairs and study, you shouldn�t be
out playing all day anyway, honestly��
Before she could begin a
new rant regarding her children�s lack of manners, grooming, studiousness, and
her all-around disappointment, Gohan nabbed his younger brother and hauled him
upstairs.
Closing the door to their
room quietly he whispered to his little brother. �If you�re quiet we�ll
find a game to play inside until Dad gets home.�
The younger half saiya-jin
grinned conspiratorially at him and nodded, bouncing onto the bed as his
brother dug through the closet and returned with a boxed game. His
expression turned thoughtful as they set up the gaming pieces.
�Gohan, why does Mom hate
Dad so much?�
�She doesn�t hate
him�� Gohan looked into the innocent pools of his brother�s eyes and
sighed. He couldn�t lie to him, but at the same time he didn�t want Goten
to give up hope for a happy family. �Not exactly anyway. I think
she�s just disappointed chibi. She wanted to turn Dad into someone he
just couldn�t be.�
�But I like Dad the way he
is.� Goten�s smile mirrored their father�s with it�s simple happiness.
�Yeah.� Gohan smiled
back at his brother, reaching to tousle his hair. �Me too...�
They rolled dice and moved
the pieces around the board in silence for a time, the drumming of the rain
overhead continuing relentlessly. Suddenly Goten�s voice broke through
his older brother�s musings.
�So why does he stay with
Mom if she doesn�t like him?�
Gohan blinked across at
him. �Well�� He couldn�t think of a good answer to that. He
sighed. �I don�t know, chibi, I just don�t know.�
Goten nodded and played
his turn before yawning and knuckling one eye. �I�m sleepy��
His brother smiled and
gathered up the game board. �Ok then, how about a nap?�
�Sounds really
good�� The younger was asleep before Gohan finished tucking him in to the
bed they shared.
Moving to the window he
gazed out at the sheets of rain. It finally seemed to be slowing; hopefully
their father would be home soon. He could hear his mother humming as she
busied herself in the kitchen.
She seemed to be happiest
when she was taking care of others, Gohan mused. But it wasn�t only that,
she also seemed to need to be needed. The problem was, his father didn�t
really need her. He sighed again and moved to his desk, dragging out a
trigonometry text and flipping it open. If she caught him without a book
in his hands she�d start in on him again, he was sure.

****
�Gohan!�
The teenager jerked awake
with a start, blinking dazedly at his mother where she stood in the
doorway. �Ngh?�
She smiled and moved into
the room, stroking fingers through his hair as if he were a pet. �Awww,
is my little scholar all tuckered out from working so hard?�
�Mo-om!� Gohan
sighed; he�d never be more than five years old in her eyes. If only she
weren�t so patronizing. He rubbed the sleep from his vision, surprised to
see sunlight streaming through the window.
�Where�s Dad?�
�I don�t know.� Chi-chi
folded her arms, a cross expression forming. �That man is going to give
me wrinkles!�
�But he should be back by
now, Mom�� Gohan�s voice trailed off with worry. �I�m going to go
look for him, maybe he just fell asleep��
Chi-chi sighed and nodded.
�All right, I suppose, since you did study.�
Gohan cringed, he�d
managed about a page and a half before the trigonometry had blurred together,
drowning his brain in boredom.
�But you get back here as
soon as you find him, do you hear me?� Chi-chi called after her eldest
son, his feet already thudding down the stairs.
�Ok Mom!� He called
back, twisting the doorknob and rushing through all in one movement, worry for
his father increasing and eager to get out of the house that seemed more
oppressive today than usual.
****
�DAAAAAAD!!�
Gohan could feel his voice
growing hoarse as the hour of yelling for his father took its toll on his vocal
cords. He was sure they could hear him all the way in South City.
He sighed, flying in a pattern over the thick treetops. Where could he
be? Goku didn�t usually go too far or too long, though he was totally
familiar with the countryside for miles around. And why didn�t he answer?
He supposed the reason he
couldn�t feel his father�s ki was either due to him sleeping or suppressing
it. He couldn�t think why he would do so, and he had been shouting for
him all over the mountainside. Saiya-jin hearing should have caught it
even if he was asleep.
A flash of orange caught
his gaze, and he turned toward it, flying to a small clearing near the base of
the mountain. There was no mistaking the splay of spiky hair or the
bright colors of his father�s gi, but he was crouched over something, and for
some reason things just didn�t feel right to Gohan. A memory of Turles flashed
through his mind and he shivered as he remembered the dark saiya-jin who looked
so much like his father.
�Dad! I�ve been
looking all over for you!�
Gohan touched down in the
grass and trotted toward the still hunched figure. The smell of blood and
scorched flesh hit him like a slap in the face, but that was nothing compared
to the blow he felt as the crouched form turned toward him and snarled.
�D-Dad?� Gohan took
an unconscious step back, his jaw loosening with surprise and not a little
fear.
The carcass of some animal
laid open on the trampled grass, disemboweled with bones showing through where
the meat had been stripped off. Son Goku�s teeth were bared toward his
son, canines flashing in the afternoon sun, eyes narrowed into feral slits as
he hissed a warning and prepared to defend his kill. Blood stained his
chin and the front of his gi, his hands were coated to his elbows. Gohan gaped.
�Dad�?�
He searched for any sign
of recognition on the familiar face and had a brief hysterical moment of surety
that Turles had, in fact, returned. But the gi was his father�s, the
stance, build; everything was Son Goku. Everything but him. Gohan
felt his skin ripple with gooseflesh, a cold sweat breaking out over him.
Tail. His father�s tail was back; it curled and lashed behind him like a
sable-furred snake.
�Oh shit��
Just before the savage
saiya-jin lunged for him, Gohan launched into the air in full retreat.
What did it mean? How had he gotten his tail back? Why was he
acting like this? He shook his head to clear it of frantic thought, and
watched as Goku dragged what was left of his kill toward the trees, leaving a
bloody swath on the grass behind him.
He had to get some help,
someone who could figure out just what the hell was going on here. He
turned and lunged straight into a pair of powerful green arms.
�Oooph!� Gohan
blinked up into a sardonic smirk, both surprised and not at all surprised to
see his mentor and friend supporting him.
�P-Piccolo! What are
you doing out here?�
The imposing Namekian
lifted his chin toward the shadows beneath the trees while Gohan struggled to
compose himself.
�I felt your
distress. What�s up with Son?�
The low voice immediately
settled Gohan�s nerves, allowing him to take a deep breath and calm himself
somewhat. He shook his head and turned to look in the same direction
Piccolo did.
�I don�t know. He
didn�t come home, there was a storm and we thought he must be waiting it
out. When he didn�t come back after it cleared, I came looking for him.�
He turned anguished eyes
on his sensei. �He didn�t recognize me Piccolo, he didn�t even know me.�
Piccolo studied the splash
of crimson over the grass, his expression giving nothing away.
�I take it he killed
whatever that is he�s eating, not like Son to do that when he could go home to
eat. Am I mistaken or did I see his tail?�
�Y-yeah, he�s got his tail
back, too. He nearly attacked me. What could have happened to him?�
Gohan felt panic rise once
again, until a strong hand clasped his shoulder and soothed him. Piccolo
would fix it; Piccolo had never failed him.
�I don�t know,
Gohan. But we�ll figure this out. Stay here.�
The former Demon King
dropped to the ground and strode toward the trees, white cape swirling behind
him.
�Piccolo!� Gohan
whispered anxiously, not sure if he would have followed even if the other
hadn�t warned him to stay. His father had looked so�inhuman. ~
But he�s not human� ~ He watched uneasily as Piccolo disappeared into
the trees.
�Goku!�
Apparently it hadn�t taken
him long to find the saiya-jin, there was a snarl and the thud of fist on
flesh, a loud grunt later and Piccolo came flying back out of the trees,
tumbling across the grass to land in a heap. Gohan was at his side in an
instant, helping him to his feet and dusting off leaves and twigs from his
cape.
�Found him, huh?�
The teenager grinned sheepishly at his friend.
�Yeah.� Piccolo
scowled, testing his jaw. �He didn�t seem too happy to see me.�
Gohan laughed nervously,
mortified when his voice cracked. �But what are we gonna do?
I mean, it�s Dad��
�Just relax, Gohan.
We�ll figure this thing out. First though, we need someone to watch him,
keep track of him.�
Gohan nodded, then simply
stared at his mentor. With an exasperated sigh Piccolo closed his eyes
and concentrated.
****

~ KRILLIN! ~
At Kame House island the
no-longer-bald monk�s head snapped up. �Huh?� At that point his
wife�s fist connected with his jaw and he was sent slamming into the sand.
�Honey!� He rubbed
the welt on his face and looked sidelong at Juuhachigou as she stood a few feet
away, arms folded and not a bit apologetic. He felt his cheeks flush as
her lips quirked into a flirtatious smile. Other things were getting warm
too.
Krillin pushed himself up
and dusted off his backside. Maybe she could be convinced to play a
little more intimately. Just as he took a step toward her the forgotten
voice rang inside his mind again.
~ KRIL-LIN!! Cut
it out and listen! ~
�P-Piccolo?� The
short human scratched at his scalp. �Is that you?�
~ Of course it�s
me! Stop fooling around and get your ass over to Son�s house, on the double! ~
�What?� Krillin shot
a startled glance at his now annoyed wife. �Is there a threat to the
earth? What�s going on?�
~ Just get moving dammit!
Something�s happened to Goku and we need some backup. ~
�Goku!? I�m on my
way!� The former monk�s expression dropped into serious
concern. He nodded to his wife and they both launched into the air,
speeding toward Mount Paozu.

****
Piccolo floated mid-air,
arms crossed and legs folded, his head tilted down as he meditated. He
looked so peaceful to Gohan, almost as if unmoved. But the young
saiya-jin knew Piccolo was concerned for his father. He knew he should
calm himself, too. Knew that frantic worry on his part would not lead to
clear thinking. But he couldn�t stop himself from fretting. His
thoughts tumbling in his head as he tried to make sense of it. He kept
remembering the wild look in his father�s eyes, the complete lack of recognition.
The entirely primal feel of his ki.
They had distanced
themselves a short way from where Goku had stolen into the woods, Piccolo being
concerned that their nearness would make him hide or at least retreat from
them. He didn�t want to lose track of the saiya-jin if he decided to
break for it or go to ground, since his ki had changed and might be difficult
to find again.
Gohan�s gaze was drawn to
a speck on the horizon, one that swiftly became two and then coalesced into the
forms of Krillin and Juuhachigou. Finally! It had felt like they
had been waiting forever. The sun was already dropping to the west when he had
left home, and by now his mother was going to strip his hide with her tongue.
�Krillin! Over
here!� He waved wildly, a grunt from Piccolo indicating that he was out
of whatever meditative trance he�d put himself in.
�Hey guys!� Krillin
drew to a halt a few feet away, Juuhachigou stopping just behind him.
�What�s going on? Piccolo said something was wrong with Goku, is he hurt?�
The namekian nearly winced
at the barrage of questions; his sensitive ears ached. �Be quiet!�
Gohan and Krillin
flinched. Juuhachigou merely arched an eyebrow at the green warrior.
�He doesn�t seem to be too
hurt. He managed to knock me on my ass with one punch.� Piccolo
growled. �But something is definitely wrong, he�s not himself.�
�What? What do you
mean �not himself�? Where is he?� Krillin looked around the area as
if expecting his longtime friend to simply pop out of nowhere.
�He�s down there.�
Piccolo pointed toward the clearing and the thick stand of trees surrounding
it. �And there�s definitely something wrong with him. He didn�t
recognize me or Gohan.�
�What? Oh come
on.� Krillin smirked lightly at Piccolo. �There�s been times when I
wouldn�t have minded punching you myself.�
�Get serious
Krillin!� The namekian growled. �This isn�t anything to fool around
with!�
�Ok, ok! No need to
lose your temper, big guy.� The smaller man held out his hands as if to
ward the other warrior away. �Just let me go check on him.�
�You don�t want to do
that�� Piccolo looked on smugly as Krillin ignored him, as he had
expected, and dropped down to the tree line.
�Goku?� Krillin
poked his head into the shadows, taking a step into the woods and looking
around. He disappeared into the trees as he sought out his friend.
Juuhachigou slanted a look
between the two fighters still drifting in the air, her expression giving away
none of her concern for her husband. �So what�s going on with him anyway?�
Piccolo spared her a
glance before looking again at the place where their companion had
disappeared. �He�s changed, something must have happened to him but we�re
not sure what just yet.�
�Hn�� Was the
android�s only response as she gazed dispassionately downward. �He�s not
going to hurt Krillin is he?�
�I can�t guarantee that.�
Gohan�s eyes flicked
between them and inwardly he wondered how everyone could be so calm. His
fists clenched. If his Dad remembered anyone it would be Krillin, he was
sure. They continued to wait, silence growing heavy in the air.
There was a sudden
commotion, and a flock of birds erupted from the trees. Everyone�s
attention was riveted on the spot where the ex-monk had gone in search of his
friend.
�AAIIIIEEEE!!!�
Krillin suddenly burst
from the tree line, his hands slapping at his backside, feet blurring as he
ran. He tripped and almost forgot he could fly before he lifted into the
air and escaped, a loud growl sounding from the woods behind him. Juuhachigou
covered her face with one hand and groaned.
�Holy kami! You
weren�t kidding Piccolo!� He was still brushing at the smoldering seat of
his pants as he caught up with them, eyes nearly bugging from his head.
Piccolo�s expression was
one of self-satisfied gratification. �I tried to tell you.�
�Yeah, well.�
Krillin shook his head, still staring at the trees. �So what did you
expect me to do about it?�
�I want you to watch him,
keep track of him. Gohan and I need to get back to his house and make a
few decisions. Just don�t lose him.�
�Yeah, yeah.� Krillin
waved a hand. �I can do that.� He shook his head. �Damn I wish I
knew what was wrong with him though. He seems totally out of his head.�
�Hn.� Piccolo
grunted, jerking his chin at Gohan. �C�mon kid, let�s get back and get
some help for your Dad. Juuhachigou, will you come with us and keep
Chi-chi company?�
She slanted a look at her
husband then nodded. �Sure.�
The three of them blasted
off toward the Son house, leaving a nervous Krillin watching for stray
ki-blasts.
****
Chi-chi burst from the
door as Gohan touched down. �Gohan! Why did you take so long?
Where�s my Goku!?� She wrung a handkerchief between her hands.
�Mom�� Gohan began, but
was cut off by her shriek as Piccolo landed next to him.
�AAAH!! What�s that
monster doing here!?� Gohan lunged to catch her as her eyes threatened to
roll back into her head. But instead of fainting she suddenly scowled and
shook a finger in his face. �You know not to bring home dinner guests unless
you give me advance notice!�
Piccolo�s expression was
bland as he folded arms across his chest. �I�m not here to eat your food,
I�m trying to help with Goku.�
�Oh, Goku. Where is
he? Where is my Goku?� Chi-chi stomped her foot.
The namekian growled.
�Right now your Goku doesn�t exist.�
�WHAT!?� This time
Gohan did catch her as she crumpled backward.
�Thank kami. That
was harder than I thought.� Piccolo smirked and headed into the house.
Juuhachigou trailed
in behind them, looking around the house curiously. �How�quaint.�
Goten appeared from the
bathroom, a wet cloth already in hand as Gohan laid their mother back onto the
couch. �Wow, that�s twice today!� He almost sounded gleeful as he
pressed the cloth to her forehead. �Where�s Dad?�
�Heh. Well chibi,
Dad�s probably not going to be home tonight.� Gohan tried to smile at his
little brother and keep the worry from his voice. �He had kind of an
accident.�
�Is he gonna be ok,
Gohan?� Goten�s lower lip quivered.
�Sure he is, I mean come
on, this is Dad we�re talking about, right?� The teenager ruffled his
brother�s hair. �You watch Mom while Piccolo and I try to figure this
out, ok?�
Goten nodded, seating
himself on a chair and kicking his feet. �Ok, so long as you promise Dad
will be all right.�
Gohan dropped to one knee
next to the chair and hugged his brother tightly, struggling to keep the worry
from his voice. �I promise, chibi, I promise.�
He returned to the kitchen
where Piccolo waited, fidgeting nervously at the scowling expression on his
sensei�s face. �So what are we going to do, Piccolo?�
Juuhachigou lounged in the
doorway, keeping an eye on Goten and Chi-chi, and listening to the other two
talk.
�The first thing we need
to do is figure out if he�s hurt.� Piccolo stared impassively at the
tabletop. �Then we might be able to determine why he�s acting like he
is. It could be just a matter of getting him a sensu, or having Dende
heal him.�
Gohan brightened.
�You really think that�s all it is?�
�I don�t know, but the
problem now is that no one can get close to him. What I�m really worried
about is his tail. It seems to have sparked some sort of feral response
in him.� He eyed his apprentice. �None of us here are a match for
him. We can�t get close enough to check him out or get a sensu into him.�
�But�� Gohan
paced. �How can we fix that?�
Piccolo frowned and
propped his elbows on the table. �There�s only one person capable of
handling your Father.�
Gohan stared at him.
The tall namekian nodded,
then gestured to the phone. �Call Vegeta.�
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