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Flames of Hope	By : Kyoshi-AngelofArtisan Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2422 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Chapter Ten: Forgotten

Ten hours had past and night had fallen over the city, Vegeta looked at the clock and sighed heavily. He spent the better part of the last the night running test to see how it was she could revive herself and what it was that caused her to pass out. He couldn’t find why she just had passed out but he noticed a few mutations in her DNA that could explain her gift but he couldn’t be sure. Not without comparing it to Raditz to confirm the changes where real and not just his fallen mate’s DNA.

Looking away from the computer, his eyes landed on his daughter. Who still hadn’t made any move or sign of waking up anytime soon. Sitting beside her on a chair was 17. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it that fact but after abandoning her, left him with no word in how she lived her life. He watched as 17 brushed the hair from her face. “Come on Phoenix, wake up. Talk to me...I need to know what happen to you.” Vegeta sighed silently as a computer beeped at him before printing something off. “What does this result say Vegeta?”

“If we were on Frieza’s ship or on planet Ja’zel, we could get some answers...” Vegeta growled out. Hating himself for wishing he was back on Frieza’s planet base operation but to know what was wrong with his daughter it would be worth it. Once again the results came back that there was nothing wrong with her. 17 sighed running his hands through his hair. He didn’t know what to do or why he was still sitting beside the woman he known for so little of a time. Maybe it was because he felt guilty for leaving her alone that lead to her murder.

Both jumped at the sound of a faint knock on the door, grabbing the attention of both men. 18 brought in a pot of Coffee, and two cups. “I figured you to needed something to keep you two going. How is she?” 18 asked setting the tray on the side table. 17 looked away from his sister, to the ground. He didn’t know how to answer her. Vegeta wasted no time getting some coffee for himself as he looked over the results trying to think what else he possibly missed. “From the silence, I take it that you didn’t find anything wrong with her.”

Again silence greeted her, she sighed leaning against the wall. Vegeta walked over to his daughter holding her hand, watching her face. She looked like she had every time she slept as a child. 17 stood up. “I’ll be back in 4 hours, to sit at her side, or do you want to rest first?” Vegeta shook his head. He wasn’t going to leave her side till he knew she had woken up.

17 kissed the back of her hand before leaving the room stiffly from sitting for hours in the wooden chair. 18 fallowed her brother who laid on the couch, draping an arm over his eyes. “You going to be okay?” 17 nodded. “If you need anything, I’m in the first room to the right at the top of the stairs and Bulma’s in the last room on the left.” 17 nodded. 18 frowned softly but headed upstairs anyways.

17 sighed to himself, memories when they got there still played in his mind. The team didn’t accept him or having Phoenix there with him, however they didn’t turn them away. He didn’t know what to do. He was divided between trying to prove himself and his loyalty to his sister. He had been there with her when Dr. Gero frond them after she tried to run away from their overly religious parents who tried to control them. They were both drugged. He woke up, strapped to a table. Looking around for his sister, he found her in the middle of the procedure to turn her into an android. 17 and 18 weren’t even their real names but then neither of them wanted to go back to being known as Anna and Roy Holland. Yeah he liked the sound of 17 better then Roy. He figured that why 18 stayed with it over going back to Anna.

For the first time since he became an android, he didn’t know what he was going to do. He wasn’t in control and he knew it. It was eating at him. Sleep eluded him as he laid on the couch, feeling the time crawl by him. He thought it went slowly sitting at Phoenix’s side but this was true torture even for him.

Morning came slowly for everyone. Goku walked into the medical room to see Vegeta sitting in the chair, with his head on the table, asleep. 17 stood leaning against the wall near her head watching the heart monitor as it bleeped telling them she was still alive though it didn’t look like she was breathing. “She’s not so bad, from what she told me, she grew up not having anyone watching her back. She had no one to turn to after Raditz died. It takes a different mindset to survive, alone like that, I doubt I could even do that for half as long as she has.” 17 said, slowly turning his eyes to Goku. “You kind of know what that’s like. I was programmed with information on your past. You should be the one to talk to her, to make her feel like she’s finally safe. She’s you niece, I know how well you treat those around you, I can see that when I look at my sister, yet the one girl who needs that kindness is the one you’re hostel to.” 17 said. He didn’t care if they ever liked him but he couldn’t stand by watching Phoenix continue to fight for her own survival alone. Call him old fashion but he believed that woman deserved to know what it’s like to know that they are not only wanted but they are loved.

Goku blinked looking at the teen before him. He stood closed off yet the look of a honor for the sleeping woman was clear. The android that enjoyed bringing chaos and destruction; was the same one who was being a knight in shining armor to the girl before him. He was going to respond when the heart monitor lost its rhythem. Alarm crossed 17’s features as he moved to her side. “Vegeta wake up...” Goku said shaking the Prince awake. Vegeta blinked, not sure what was going on but it only took a few seconds to realize that the monitor was quite.

“Go get Bulma Kakarot” Vegeta snapped rushing over to a cabinet to grab a few adrenalin shot and grabbing the needle he used before to draw a vile of blood from her. He didn’t worry about her getting a blood infection, her immune system could handle it, but this dieing for no reason was something that he was worried about.

A sudden shriek caught his attention. Turning, what he saw made him freeze. Laying on the table Phoenix was on a blazing blue fire that had sparks of white, red and black in it. Her long red hair was a slightly darker shade of blue then the fire around her. 17’s shirt burned away in the fire. Her skin was bronzed with an ashen dusting. Slowly her eyes opened, once her eyes opened she gasped for breath. The sprinklers over head went off, as she sat up, lightning flashing around her.

Just as suddenly as her power flared, did it fade away as she took control of her power coming fully awake and aware. She looked around at those who were in the room. Vegeta passed her an old set of armor. At least it would take longer to burn off then a shirt. “You might want to put this on. What happened to you out there Phoenix?” He asked softly as Bulma turning the sprinklers off. Thankfully the technology in the room was water proof and fire resistant. The look on Phoenix’s face was hard to miss as she tried to figure out what he was talking about.

Looking down at herself blinking, wondering why she wasn’t wearing a shirt. 17 frowned looking at her. “Phoenix...you alright?” He asked softly kneeling next to her beside Vegeta. A distant look of recognition was fleeting, flashed by in her eyes. Vegeta flinched. He didn’t know what to do. It had hurt when she hated him but not remembering was so much worse. He hugged her, resting his forehead on the top of her head, tears slipped from his eyes.

“Oh Baby...I’m sorry, I should have been there then and I should have been there for you yesterday.” He whispered. He didn’t know how to make it right. He couldn’t bring Raditz back but he was getting a second chance to have his little girl with him. The Prince didn’t notice that her hand reached out to 17, who took it. He didn’t miss the trembling in her hand.

“I don’t know what happened yesterday or who any of you are.” She whispered. She didn’t get why she was being hugged by one man while a second held her hand, not aware that she was the one who reached out to him. 17 squeezed her hand before letting go of hers. He stepped away from her, leaning against the wall again. Vegeta held her tighter, crying that much more. Goku gently pulled Vegeta back from her.

“My name is Kakarot, I’m your uncle. This is Vegeta, he found you yesterday, laying in a field. We don’t know what happened to you, we were hoping that you could have told us that” Goku said gently trying not to show his discomfort around the teen. She backed further away from him, fear playing in her eyes. Bulma giggled noticing that she had moved closer to 17 to get away from Goku.

“Goku, why don’t you come help me find something for her to where, she’s safe enough with her mother and 17” Bulma said walking out of the room still giggling. Goku blinked not sure he got why Bulma was giggling, but did as she asked.

Slowly red eyes connected with deep brown ones that belonged to 17. He had a faint blush on his cheeks, for being caught staring at her. Slowly she slipped past Vegeta, going over to 17, hugging him still trembling. 17 wrapped an arm around her yet he gave Vegeta a look that said he had no idea what was going on with her. Vegeta sighed, sitting on the chair running his hands over his hair trying to think of something that would explain what was going on.

Shyly Phoenix looked up at 17 trying to still figure out why she was drawn to him. “I’m sorry if this sounds invasive but who are you, to me. I get that Vegeta’s my parent but you elude me.” she whispered Vegeta looked at her with wide eyes. A flashback of the girl who use to cuddle into him and loved him was back, but for how long, he didn’t know. 17 managed to hide his panic from the girl in his arms. She was looking up to him for comfort, showing panic wouldn’t be a good idea since she already looked scared. Not remembering at anything would be worse than the waiting he and Vegeta went through.

“We’re friends and colleges” he said softly, not sure what to say really. Was 7 days really enough time to get to know her, to be her friend? To be more than that? Hurt flashed in her eyes as she pulled away from him. She couldn’t help but feel like she was a fool thinking that they might have been lovers from the look of despair and relief that played on his face when she first came to.

She sat back on the table looking at her lap, absently running her hand though her hair. 17 bit his lip not sure what just happened. Vegeta reached out taking her hand, interlocking their fingers yet looking over at 17. “Can we have a moment 17?”17 nodded.

“I’ll be just outside the door if you need me” 17 said as he walked out of the room. Once the door closed behind him Phoenix sobbed softly, not understanding why she was crying.

“Phoenix, I know your scared and confused rate now. I get it if you don’t feel safe or if you can’t open yourself up to any of us. I failed you when you were a child, I messed up and I know that but I never forgot about you. When you died on Namek, I vowed nothing would ever touch my hands again, a tribute to you. I lost your father and I lost you. Since then only gloves have touched my hands since your blood coated my hands.” He whispered taking his gloves off, reaching over to her, running over his fingers over her face wiping the tears away. “You have a half brother and another half sibling on the way Phoenix. I don’t expect you to accept them but promise me that you won’t hurt them, if not for me then for your father. I don’t know what Frieza said to you all those years ago, but we both love you and always will.” He said hugging her again; timidly she returned the hug. Resting her head on his shoulder, as the tears still flowed.

“I promise momma...I don’t know what happened in the past but I’ll try for you and daddy to give them a fair chance.” She whispered. She didn’t know how to go about asking why it hurt so much when 17 said they were only friends. A soft knock on the door was heard before it opened and 18 slipped into the room bringing over some an outfit for her.

“It’s not flame resistant so, you might not want to power up if you can help it, till Bulma can design something that won’t burn off.” Phoenix nodded looking at the white halter top with a sports bra. The slight increase of pressure from her fingers spoke of her skittishness. Vegeta ran his hand over her back trying to keep her calm.

“Thanks 18, we’ll be out in a few moments, is Breakfast almost ready?” He asked figuring everyone would be up by now.

“Yeah, trust me there is tones of food made, after all we have another saiyan eating with the rest of you. Though there is a bet going around that Phoenix won’t eat as ravenous as you males”18 teased him as she walked out of the room. Pulling back Phoenix got dressed quickly. Walking over to the mirror she frowning at her own appearance in the mirror. The shirt was too tight, her hair was in discord. Vegeta walked over to her with a brush in his hand. They didn’t say anything as he brushing out her hair.

“Just like your Father, you have long soft hair. You can style it later, I know it upsets you that it’s not styled.”

“It’s okay...it’s not in disarry, that’s all that matters.” She whispered looking down at the ground. She didn’t know where to go. Vegeta showed a rare smile before leading the way towards the dinning room. The sounds of the family and friends talking and having a good time, 17 looked up at them and smiled faintly at them. How he was going to get the mission back on track he didn’t know but at the moment it didn’t seem to matter. Holding out his hand to her trying to keep the fear that played in her eyes, she didn’t take his hand. He kept the frown from his face. Walking into the room the conversation stopped looking at them. Vegeta rolled his eyes taking his usual seat.

Phoenix backed up against the wall, she would have left if she wasn’t so hungry. She didn’t feel welcomed. Goten bit his lip looking at Trunks for what to do. With a sight Trunks nodded knowing his friend couldn’t resist trying to bring peace to the group. Getting up Goten wearily walked over to her, not sure what the woman would do. Talking her hand he lead her over to the table to sit between him and Gohan. “Help yourself, there’s lots of food.” He said like there was nothing wrong or that she was a threat only a day before. She didn’t reach out to start eating. 17 watched as she bowed her head staying as far from the table as she could. After a moment Gohan rolled his eyes dishing himself up.

Everyone else joined in, though the good time had ended. The conversation was kept to general topics like the weather instead of the jokes and their normal topics of what to do about whatever was the current threat. It didn’t go unnoticed that Phoenix jumped anytime something was passed to her before passing it along. Fed up, Gohan took her plate, loaded it up before placing it in front of her. “Eat, if your still hungry after that, grab more” He said almost like it was an order. She jumped but did what was ordered from her. Gohan flinched. He was training to be a psychologist; the behavior was alarming from her. He watched out of the corner of his eye. He wanted to try something. Bad time to experiment but he wanted to know what she felt comfortable with. He grabbed a juice box and poured a glass, setting both before her watching to see which she would pick.

She touched neither for the whole meal. After eating just a plate of food she stopped. Even though she was still hungry, she got a feeling that she shouldn’t eat anymore. Gohan didn’t push her to eat more, figuring that she would eat more once everyone else was done. He was right about her not eating around others unless she had to, even about which drink she would pick; the juice box; somewhere in her past, she had been condition to be nothing more than a slave as her core personality; losing her memories, she had defaulted back to being a slave. It was funny to see that she nibbled at her food yet still manage to eat 8 plates in her own right within an hour; not caring about how cold the food had gotten.

Piccolo sighed as he flew beside Gohan who had the radar in his hands. “There’s a dragon ball just up ahead on those cliffs, sense anything?” Gohan looked over at the man beside him with a knowing smirk. Fear was running high in the group trying to figure out what happened to Phoenix.

“Only you kid” he said with a chuckle. As much as he hated the fact that his best friend hung around a group of whiny humans, it did wonders for him; allowing him to grow in his mental abilities and to toughen up his heart. Living in the country didn’t do that for the teen and they both knew it. Gohan stopped carefully looking around them, seeing nothing but the rocky island they were heading for and the ocean around them. “What is it?” Piccolo asked lowly as he looked around.

Gohan moved closer to Piccolo sliding a hand up Piccolo’s left arm before sliding behind his neck. Closing the distance between them, Gohan kissed Piccolo, feeling the other tense against him. Slowly he kissed his way to Piccolo’s ear. “I can’t pin point where they are but I can pick up on someone’s mind. At least this way if we are spotted, they might leave us alone thinking that we’re lovers instead of fighters” Gohan whispered, thankful that Piccolo couldn’t see the blazing blush that was on his face. It was his dream come true being Piccolo’s lover, though he doubt it would happen so he would settle for this farce for however long it lasted.

Piccolo pulled Gohan closer to him landing them on the island, pinning the demi-siyan under him. Pinning Gohan’s hands above his head, he raked his fangs over Gohan’s neck earning a strangled moan from the teen. It was like a challenge to Piccolo to get Gohan to moan without trying to hold back on how loud he was. “You shouldn’t have made me wait for this kid.” Piccolo said, his voice deeper and rougher from the lust that coursed through his body. Gohan whimper leaning up trying to capture the lips above him though Piccolo kept moving back, keeping their lips apart. “Let me guess, you were sleeping around with that whore who’s always hanging off you”

“No, I only want you, no one else even comes close to you master” He panted out as both his wrist were moved to be held by one hand while the other hand slid up under Gohan’s shirt let his claws mark the pale flesh under him. He licked his way up Gohan’s neck to his ear. Taking a lobe between his teeth he contemplated having his fang pierce through the flesh. He could not only feel Gohan struggling to breath but his erection pressing into his leg. “p-ple-please” Piccolo smirked to himself, hearing how the normally intelligent teen was rendered unable to think a single straight thought. Not sure what Gohan was asking for, Piccolo bit down on the lobe, puncturing it. Gohan moaned, rubbing himself against Piccolo’s leg.

“They still nearby Gohan?” Piccolo hissed out around the lobe as he licked and sucked on the damage flesh. Gohan whimpered trying to close the space between them. Gohan couldn’t think; he didn’t know how long he had dreamed of this day but now that it was happening he got lost in it; even though it was suppose to be an act. He couldn’t help the whine like noise that came from him as Piccolo sharply pulled back from him. “Answer me!” Piccolo growled holding Gohan’s head in place so he could stare into Gohan’s eyes. After a moment of trying to collect himself enough to focus on feeling out the other’s mind.

“Yes” he hiss out pushing his neck up into the hold trying to tell Piccolo that he had more to say but not that loud. Piccolo leaned in closer. “Whoever they are, they were created within a lab then turned into an android. They have a personality similar to that of Phoenix when we first met her, full of anger and hate yet its being suppressed yet amplified. It’s like they’re under someone else control.” His whispered into Piccolo’s ear before he licked the outer edge of the ear. Piccolo shivered at the feel, watching the blood drip from the teen’s ear.

“The dragon ball?” Piccolo asked as he pressed his leg firmly against Gohan’t erection before rubbing up and down on it. Gohan groaned losing his ability to think again. Weakly he tugged trying to get his hands free so he could explore the body above him. Claws cut into the flesh drawing more blood which dragged the moan out longer.

“fi-ve...left....” Gohan breathed out, the blush had deepened, his head rested on the ground, his eyes closed, mouth opened. Piccolo smirked kissing Gohan roughly, nicking the tongue that battled with his. Piccolo smirked darkly, reaching down with his free hand that slipped into Gohan’s pants, wrapping around his penis. Gohan hissed, his eyes clenching tightly.

“What didn’t you learn?” Piccolo growled out, tightening his hold around the hot member in his hand as he pumping it in an agonizing slow pace. Gohan withered under the larger man.

“N-not t-o l-l-lea-ve you w-wa-wating” Gohan panted and gasped out. Piccolo chuckled darkly, enjoying the game more than he should have been for the fact it was suppose to be an act. From the look on Gohan’s face, he was enjoying it too. Licking Gohan’s lips; he pulled back from the teen completely.

“Good, since you wasted all my time, your going have to suffer like that till after my meeting is done. Get dressed and hurry up about it” Piccolo said before moving to grab the dragon ball while Gohan struggled to sit up though he made the sounds of getting dressed to perfection. Once Piccolo had the dragon ball he took a capsule car out of Gohan’s pocket, popping it. “Get in and be quick about it slave” he growled as he got behind the wheel while Gohan sat beside him. Neither enjoyed sitting in it but encase they were seen; it was easier to explain how they got to and from the place without brining too much attention. “Gohan...?”

Gohan whimpered having a hard time focusing on anything other than memory his body was still clinging to. Slowly he looked over at Piccolo still trying to calm his breathing. “Please...Piccolo...” Piccolo looked at Gohan and cursed, landing the car on another island. Gohan got out of the car, moving to lean against a nearby tree. “s-sorry...” he breathed out. He didn’t know what was wrong with him or why his body felt so achy, needy to be pinned under Piccolo again.

Piccolo got out; condensing the car again before he looked over at Gohan with concern on his face. Yes he was horny but he could control it. The scent of drying blood and Gohan’s rich forest scent threatened to break down his resistance. As if just notice the blood now, Gohan brought a damage wrist up to his lips licking in it out of habit. Piccolo licked his suddenly dry lips as he walked towards Gohan. He wasn’t met with resistance as his pressed his weight against Gohan pinning him to the tree, earning a faint moan from his friend. “What are you sorry for?” he didn’t get it or what was going on. He tensed again feeling Gohan’s lips on his again, pressing back into his body.

“I wasn’t lying when I said I only wanted you, that no one else could come close to competing with you for my heart.” Gohan whispered trying to calm himself down but he couldn’t. Piccolo didn’t know what to say to that. He didn’t understand what love really meant. Gohan would have moved away from his friend but he was trapped in place between the tree and his friend. Silently he admit it to himself that it’s where he wanted to stay. He felt a little more in control of himself, not by much though.

“How much of that was an act for you?” Piccolo ask; one of his hands already wrapping around Gohan’s neck. He lifted his chin a little, as if to invite the pain. The blush darkened, on his face and he couldn’t look Piccolo in the eyes.

“Most of it was real for me, the begging for pain, the arousal, what I said once you pinned me to the ground...” he whispered out. He knew this was the moment of truth; either Piccolo would accept him or reject him. What he put off for a few years now was now coming out all because they weren’t alone when going for the first dragon ball. Piccolo smirked darkly, letting the nail of his thumb cut into the side of Gohan’s neck. A pleasure filled moan came from Gohan as he exposed more of his neck to Piccolo. “please....”

“Please what, Gohan” Piccolo growled lowly next to Gohan’s ear.

“Hurt me...bleed me...take me...” he whimpered out wanting more of the feelings Piccolo sparked in him. He didn’t dare hope that by Piccolo not moving away from him that they would be lover. He figured that Piccolo didn’t really know what he wanted and this was testing the water so to speak for his friend. Piccolo managed to suppress a groan from just hearing those words. He didn’t realize that Gohan not only took off his turban but was nearly suffocating himself to suck on one of the tips of Piccolo’s antenna. It wasn’t till he felt more than just a drop of blood roll over his fingers that he notice it, losing his hold a bit.

With his free hand, he used his claws to cut an opening in the teen’s pants, leaving a shallow cut on the underside of Gohan’s erection. Gohan moaned around the antenna tip in his mouth, flicking his tongue against it. Piccolo smirked taking a half a step back from Gohan to take in the sight of his best friend, pinned to a tree, needy and covered in blood. Gohan fought to hold himself upright, knowing it was a losing battle, sooner or later, he was going to end up on the ground. Piccolo chuckled darkly he turned Gohan around so that he was facing the tree as he ripped the pants away from the other. He managed to tug his down enough to free his own erection. “Is this what you want?” Piccolo growled demandingly. Gohan nodded with a moan. Piccolo thought about at least preparing Gohan, but his friend ask for the pain, who was he to deny him that? Lining himself up; he trusting into Gohan quickly and to the hilt, pulling a scream that was a mix of pain and pleasure from the demi-saiyan. He pinned both of Gohan’s hand above them as he continued to thrust in and out of his friend, feeling the thick wetness that coated him, making it easier to slid in and out of Gohan.

Gohan couldn’t breathe, for the most part; the pain from the entry was gone but with every sharp, hard thrust from Piccolo, had his dick trapped between him and the rough tree bark, rubbing against it. The cut only added to the pain he was craving. “Who would have thought that the quite, well mannered boy we all knew was really a masochist?” Piccolo said in time with his thrusts. Making sure the whole time he kept Gohan pressed almost painfully against the tree, his claws digging into the wrists he was holding painfully tight. Gohan moaned, laying his head on Piccolo’s shoulder. Biting into Gohan’s neck drawing more blood from the teen was more than he could withstand.

Gohan screamed out Piccolo’s name as he came on himself and the tree; his nails digging into his own hands from the need to hold onto something, drawing more blood from his body. The faster, harder and more reckless Piccolo got with his thrusts, the longer and harder Gohan’s climax was drawn out; leaving the teen dizzy and hypersensitive to any touch, bring him pain which only turned him on more. With a final thrust; Piccolo empty himself into Gohan, keeping him pressed fully against the tree till he could unlock his muscles. Slowly he removed his fangs from Gohan’s neck, licking the wound while they tried to regain their breaths. Slowly he inched back only to feel Gohan start to drop towards the ground. He had to keep his weight against the other keeping him pinned so he wouldn’t hit the ground.

Gohan whimpered needing get away from everything that was touching him besides Piccolo. It was becoming painful to the point where he couldn’t stand it and he could take more than his fair share in that department. He tried to say something about it but he couldn’t bring himself to talk, still too spent to form the thoughts needed to make that happen. Slowly Piccolo pulled them away from the tree, quickly moving his arms to hold Gohan up. “Feeling Better Gohan?” he asked like he always did when they spared so Gohan could burn off some anger. It hurt more than the rough taking and being cut. Piccolo might be willing to help him with anything but he was right about them being lovers, Piccolo just couldn’t bring himself to make that connection. He wanted more than amazing sex but he couldn’t find the word to express just what it was the he wanted.

“y-yeah...” he didn’t know what to say about what just happened. After about 5 minutes of resting he was able to stand on his own. Piccolo zapped new cloths on him. Silence still ruling between them. Gohan sighed, part of him felt content for the moment, yet another part of him needed to know where they stood about what they just went through. He managed to find the courage to ask when his phone went off.

“Hello...Vegeta....uh....we got a dragon ball and on our way to get the second... why now?... what season... Fine we’ll be there in an hour but you better explain what the hell is going on when we get there.” Gohan said hanging up the phone, from having one of the weirdest conversations of his life.

“What’s up?”

“Not really sure, it was kind of hard to understand with Vegeta yelling at dad. He said something about mating season and just to head back to Bulma’s.” Piccolo looked at Gohan closely, pulling the teen closer to him, worry playing deep in the dark eyes. Two words was all the explanation Piccolo needed for why Gohan couldn’t gain control over his body once it had a taste of the lustily arousal both had gotten from their ‘acting’. Piccolo moved Gohan’s head to the side looking at the bite he left on the pale flesh. He knew better than anyone that saiyans didn’t scare easily yet faint white scares were present where his fangs once were.

“Gohan answer me something, can you handle the feel of anything touching you beside’s me?” Piccolo asked cautiously. He wasn’t a fool. He know just how serious mating was to many races, he was figuring Saiyan where just another race that was dependant on it to some degree. The dead giveaway sign that there was an incomplete bond was that the submissive one couldn’t handle feeling anything but the one they were bonded to; it would hurt too much. With Gohan being a masochist, it wouldn’t surprise him if Gohan only gave off the slightest of clues to show how much it hurt him.

“I can handle it but it hurts...” Piccolo sighed.

“Flying is going to hurt like hell for you till we get back to Bulma’s. Driving might be easier on you but it would take hours to get there...stupid humans and not understanding the universe around them...” Piccolo muttered. Gohan blinked not really fallowing.

“Because they don’t go through heats but saiyans do?” Gohan whispered sounding like it was his fault for not knowing. How was he to know? His father had been dead for most of his life and knew little to nothing about his own kind and Vegeta wasn’t forth coming with the information. He stepped back from Piccolo floating up into the sky, blocking out the pain he felt. Piccolo rolled his eyes fallowing Gohan.

“It’s not your fault that you didn’t know, I didn’t know either...Vegeta will explain it when we get there then we’ll talk about just happened.” He knew that it was possible to break an incomplete mark if that’s what Gohan wanted but it would be the end of not only the deeper bond that they had walked into but their friendship as well. If Gohan didn’t want this, he would most likely go to Namak. It would be the only way to for them not to see each other, to break off all contact; to detox from each other. Gohan moved closer to Piccolo hugging him with a weak sigh.

“Okay, but just so you know; I want whatever I can get from you. I don’t want to lose you Piccolo.” Gohan whispered. Piccolo held him with one arm, the other tipping his head up.

“You won’t lose me Gohan, I promise you that now.” Piccolo whispered, kissing the other softly, gently. “If you need a break just let me know...don’t try to just preserver through it, you’ll see why when Vegeta explains it.” Gohan nodded slowly before they headed back towards Bulma’s. The whole time Piccolo kept close tabs on Gohan and his power, making sure that the other was handling the incomplete mating for the time being, though he was planning to have that corrected by the end of the day. As much as Gohan couldn’t handle losing him, he couldn’t handle losing Gohan. It had been that way since they first met and started to train together 5 months before Vegeta and Nappa got to Earth.
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