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It's Not the Same	By : FanRan Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2830 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-It's Not the Same
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Struggling to catch my breath, I run down the stairs connecting to the second floor of the house and make my out the front door, not bothering to close it behind me. I quickly make my way next door, where I proceed to look around me in search of god knows what, an escape route, an explanation to what I just saw? Finally catching my breath, I shortly debate whether I should enter my house before noticing my car is still in the drive way. I’m inside with the doors locked and hands on the steering wheel before I even finish blinking. Now that I feel somewhat secluded, I can let the onslaught of thoughts that I know are about to hit me make their way full force, beginning with:

What. The fuck. Was that? No, better yet, who the fuck was that? That… that could not have been dad. My father. No, fucking way. I’m not sure if my brain is having a difficult time associating the man I saw writhing on that bed with my dad, or if I’m just in some sort of denial, but I just can’t believe it! Here I was, coming home early from the university I’ve been teaching computer engineering for the past couple of years, expecting to take some much needed time off to relax, only to have my what feels like my whole world turned upside down.

First I see that no one is home, Videl left me a note stating that Mr.Satan, her father, will be in a press conference this afternoon covering the upcoming World Martial Arts Tournament and invited Pan to be interviewed alongside him since she is not only internationally recognized as one of the world’s strongest fighters, she’s Hercules granddaughter to boot. Apparently Videl accompanied her, and decided to bring my mom along with her since she hasn’t been to the city in a while. They’d left some food wrapped up for me in the kitchen in case they returned home late. Just as I was about to make my way to the kitchen however, I realize that music has been playing in the background from the moment I drove up to the house. It’s definitely not from anywhere in my house, as the sound seems muffled and too far away, so I could only assume that it was either coming from outside or next door. With this being Goten’s finals week at the University he was attending, I was pretty sure that he wasn’t the one playing it, and I couldn’t feel any energy signals around except for dads. To be honest, my first thought was that mom must have accidentally left the radio or tv on, ‘cause my dad neither listens to nor watches any form of entertainment unless it’s the news or live action fighting. I assume he doesn’t care for them since he lived the better part of his life without even having electricity, let alone t.v. dramas and the decade’s top 100 pop songs.

So when I entered the house and found that the music was coming from their upstairs bedroom, I got that weird feeling in my body, you know, the one that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up? Yeah. Because I sensed for energy signals again and could only find my dads, and something told me that I probably shouldn’t walk in on him, to which I replied ‘walk in on what?’ and made my way upstairs. The closed door should have been a clear sign. If there is one thing my father isn’t it’s modest. He will walk around you naked as the day he was born without a seconds thought before even knowing your name. It grates on my mom’s nerves and embarrasses everyone else, but he doesn’t care. He says “It’s just another body, why should it bother anyone?” and leaves it at that. I should also have left dad listening to music alone with the door closed at that. But I didn’t.

The first thing to hit me when I opened the door wasn’t the sight on the bed, but the smell. It smelled like pure sex. Sex that’d been going on for hours. Only, my father wasn’t and hadn’t had sex with anyone because I could only account for his scent. It was just him, alone and naked on that bed with his head thrown back, one hand wrapped around his cock and three fingers feverishly thrusting in and out of his ass… I literally froze in my tracks, the breath I’d been holding in anticipation at what I’d find unable to find release, and it wasn’t till I was running away from that scene that I even remembered to exhale. And this is the part that freaks me out. I had frozen there. Not just in shock, but fascination. I mean, I should have been disgusted, right? This, no that man is supposed to be my dad and here I was openly gawking at him gripping his cock just a bit tighter and fingers attempting to reach just a bit deeper right until he climaxed, arching his back so far that the headboard behind him was splattered with his seed. It was like having HD vision or something all of a sudden, every single detail was amplified, almost like my brain knew I’d want to remember them later. And then it was at that point that I realized he was no longer wantonly moaning, instead expelling soft sighs as he slowly brought his fingers out of his entrance and closed his legs together. Just as he was about to sit up, I ran out of there and ended up here.

The music stopped a couple of seconds ago. I… I don’t know what to do. I let out a sigh and rest my hand on the steering wheel. I know I could just pretend it never happened, it’s not as though anyone knows I’m here or what I saw, but I know I won’t. I can’t… Oh God, will I even be able to look at him the same, look at him at all? The scene replays in my head and I realize with growing alarm that I’m rock hard.

No. No, no, no. Fuck no! I steadily start breathing harder, my thoughts taking an ugly turn. “No, I… I can’t be having these types of thoughts” I whisper to myself, “Not about dad, please, God, no! Help me forget!” I end up screaming to myself. In my fit of frustration, I end up smashing my fist through the steering wheel, completely destroying it. Just not before it ends up honking the horn and causing my dad to come out on the balcony he and mom requested when they bought a new capsule house. Remember that bit I told you about concerning my dad not wearing any clothes? It’s like the universe has it out for me today, I’d much rather fight 100 evil kid Buu’s than have to be in this situation right now.

“Gohan, is that you, son?” he calls out, before using his ki to fly over to me and lean his face in closer to the window on my side. He grins at me before taking note of the predicament I’m in, to which he responds by quirking a brow and uses his index finger to point down. For a split second I panic, wondering if he was referring to my erection, which refuses to go the fuck away damn it! But I quickly note that he’s asking me to lower my window, to which I hesitantly oblige.

Letting out a nervous chuckle, I pull my arm out of the steering wheel and use it to cover my lap, while trying desperately to not look anywhere but at my father’s eyes. He was standing so close; I could still smell sex all over him, making keeping thoughts of what I’d seen stay away near impossible. “Uh… hey dad, what’s up?” I had to clear my throat to get the words out, and this time he gave me a full blown concerned look.

“Are you okay, Gohan?” he asked, leaning in a bit to get a better look at my face. “Let me see your hand.” Before I could even refuse he reached his arm out and grabbed it. Then froze. As did I. Because he felt my hard on. If all the blood in my body wasn’t rushing to my cock I’d probably be as red as a tomato, but my body settled on a nice ghostly white to take over my features, while my dad turned red enough for both of us. I began to try and speak, but no words would come out of my mouth. Dad let go of my hand and pulled away, simultaneously backing up from the car. It was his turn to give off a nervous chuckle as he rubbed a hand through his hair, a habit he falls back on when he doesn’t know what to say or do.

“Um, sorry about that Gohan…” he says as he gives me an uncomfortable look, which suddenly breaks into one of his regular confident smiles. “Hey, it happens, right? It’s no big deal! I still want to make sure you’re okay though, your energy feels as though its all over the place.” Giving him one of my own smiles I assure him that I’m fine, but although my dad can be naïve at times, he knows for sure when his loved ones are lying. He eventually convinces me to go inside so that I can eat the food mom and Videl prepared while we talked about whats bothering me, but I said I refused until he puts on some clothes, to which he reluctantly agreed. It gives me just enough time to make a plan on what I could tell him that will be convincing enough for him to believe me is bothering me while being close enough to the truth that it won’t appear as though I’m lying. I could try saying Videl and I are having marital problems, and that I was looking forward to spending some time alone with her this afternoon, being the reason why I came home early. Would he buy that though? It feels like a stretch but—

“Now don’t lie to me son, are you upset because of what you saw when you were watching me just a few minutes ago?”

At listening to both the sound and question coming from behind me, I drop the plates I was holding, the resounding crash as they broke louder than I thought possible. Turning to him slowly I shake my head trying to understand if he’d actually asked me what he did. “W-what?”

“You’re practically screaming it in your thoughts, Gohan. You watched me earlier, didn’t you?” he asks, coming closer. He may have put on one of his more casual gi’s to make me comfortable, but his effort was in vain. I think I might pass out.
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