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Atavism	By : ctsama Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9192 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Rebirth I

Goku Transmitted away from the Lookout and appeared again at Gohan’s home, wanting to speak to Videl once more. But Pan had been screaming and Videl was too distracted for questions so he moved on.

He appeared next in Bulma’s office. She’d long ago gotten used to his quick appearances and greeted him warmly. His worried expression gave her pause though and she frowned.

“I’m sorry Bulma, I don’t have much time. I’m looking for Gohan. Have you seen him?”

“He’s been here a lot lately, he’s always volunteering to help me with some project or another. But I don’t know where he is now. Come to think of it I haven’t seen him much in the last couple of months-”

“Dad? Dad! Help!”

They turned to see a bruised-up Goten dragging a limp, moaning Trunks into the room on his back. “Trunks!” Bulma screamed, taking her son in her arms. She was on her phone barking orders for a doctor to meet her as she picked him up and carried him upstairs while Goku tried to get some answers out of his son. He pulled the frightened boy into a hug. “Goten, I know it’s hard but I need you to concentrate. What happened to Trunks?”

“Dad, I don’t understand,” Goten said crying. “It was Gohan! We left with him because he said he was going to train us, but then he just started beating up Trunks. He didn’t give us time to fuse so I tried to stop him, I really did but he was just too strong! One of us must have gotten through to Vegeta because when he stopped he told Trunks it was because his Dad had saved him. Then he laughed and it sounded so mean, it wasn’t like him at all!”

Goku held his panicked son a little tighter, the boy was terrified. “You said you got through to him, how?”

“Oh, he put a… I think he called it a marker… in my head so he’d know if I was ever in trouble, just like Trunks has. It doesn’t do anything, I even forgot it was there. He did it the last time he was here to train us, back when Trunks got hurt. But it isn’t working anymore, it went dead a little while ago, I don’t know why.”

‘So much for that,’ Goku thought. “You kept your head together and I know you did your best,” he said, giving his distraught son a big squeeze before letting him go. “Where is he now, Goten? And how long ago?”

“I don’t know where he went, he just disappeared like you and Vegeta do. Transmission, but I didn’t know could even do that. That was about twenty minutes ago, we were pretty far away from here and it took me a while to get back. Dad…? I don’t know what’s going on but I’m really worried about Trunks. Can I go see him now?”

“Of course. Do me a favor though, send Bulma back to me, tell her it’s an emergency.”

Goten nodded tightly and took off running.

Goku could have kicked himself. All the time he’d spent trying to find Vegeta and of course, the answer was in front of him the whole time. This was all about the future of their race, about the children. Of course he wasn’t going to abandon his firstborn. He hadn’t bothered to ask how long Vegeta had been training with the boys in secret, he knew it would line up pretty precisely with the amount of time Gohan had been hanging around. His oldest had figured it out long ago. He’d been hunting Vegeta for that long, lying in wait here knowing he would never go that long without seeing his son.

More than twenty minutes ago. Gohan was far from stupid, he wouldn’t have stayed long at the Lookout where he could be found. Goku cursed to himself, sick of playing catch-up. Gohan was calling all the shots. He needed to find a way to get out in front of all this.

Bulma stalked back into her office looking more pissed off than he’d ever seen her. “Trunks is beat up pretty badly, but he’ll be okay. He came to for a moment and said that Gohan had done this. Gohan! Now what the hell is going on, does this have to do with you looking for Vegeta?”

“Yes. I need to find him, and fast. I need your help.”

“Then I’m going to need some answers!” she yelled. “Things started going strangely after Vegeta found that formula he asked me to synthesize. I had thought it was something to help him get stronger but it was something else entirely, wasn’t it?”

“Maybe now isn’t the best time for that one, Bulma,” Goku said, rubbing his temples for a moment. “It’s kind of a lot to take in.”

Her eyes narrowed. “My son is lying in bed with severe internal injuries, his father is missing and your son is at the center of it all. If you think I’m fine with that you don’t know me as well as I thought.”

Goku sighed. It was Bulma after all, she could take it. “A long time ago, there were Saiyan males capable of bearing children. There haven’t been any for a thousand years. Until now.”

“Oh. Wow.” Bulma sank to her seat at her desk and shook her head trying to clear it of the hundred questions that had invaded. “That... would explain a few things. And... Oh, shit. You’re both looking for him. And he just kicked the crap out of our son to force Vegeta out of hiding, didn’t he? And it worked.”

Bulma had a sharp mind. Goku didn’t need to say anything so he didn’t.

“How did this happen, Goku? Where the hell were you?”

“Don’t you think I would have been there if I’d known, Bulma!? I never would have left his side!” he yelled, frustration gnawing at him. “But he didn’t tell me, not any of it,” Goku said darkly. “He’s going to have to answer for that, but I have to find him first.”

“Great,” she snorted. “Doing something potentially dangerous for the first time in a thousand years, all alone. Gods, that proud, stubborn asshole,” she said, hitting the desk. She growled, ruffled her hair. There were more important things to think about right now.

When she spoke again she was focused. “Well, you’re closer to him than anyone. Can’t you just, you know, do one of those Saiyan mind tricks to find him?”

“No, I’ve been trying. He’s done something to Vegeta’s mind... Every time I try to contact Vegeta I run into Gohan and when I try to contact Gohan I run into a wall. It even happened when we had direct contact, and the way our telepathy works touching him the way I did should have connected us right away. The same goes for their ki, Gohan must be masking them both. That means Instant Transmission is out.”

“Okay, then if you can’t get to them, make them come to you. Do you have anything that Gohan wants?”

“I don’t… Yes, yes, I do,” he realized. “But without being able to get through to Vegeta it doesn’t do me any good.”

“Come on Bulma, think!” she growled at herself, frustrated. She shoved angrily out of her chair and it went crashing to the floor. After a few moments of silence she spoke again. “Okay. Over the years, just little things he said or did, I started to notice he can sense you more deeply than anyone else. And when you died, I think… this is going to sound crazy, but I think part of him went with you. If death can’t separate you two, how can Gohan? It makes no sense. There’s something more between you two, there has to be another way you can connect with him.”

Goku’s eyes widened as he remembered all the terrible dreams and cries he’d been experiencing over the past few months. “That’s it! Bulma, you’re a genius.” He touched two fingers to his forehead but paused at Bulma’s worried expression.

“So Gohan really is the bad guy here?” she said in disbelief.

“Let’s just say he’s having an identity crisis. He’s still in there somewhere, I hope.”

“Good luck. Vegeta… don’t let him chase you off, you hear me?”

“I won’t, not ever. And Bulma? Saiyan mind tricks? Seriously? You are such a nerd!”

He blinked out as a surprised laugh burst out of Bulma despite her fears.

Goku reappeared as far away from the city as he could, making sure he couldn’t sense anyone anywhere nearby. He closed his eyes, concentrating hard. If he was right about what Piccolo and Bulma had told him he did have something Gohan wanted, and wanted badly.

He still had Vegeta, and no amount of tampering could change that.

He closed his eyes, concentrating inward. Now that he knew what he was looking for he found it unerringly. Gohan wouldn’t be able to keep them apart.

Nothing would, not ever again.

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They reappeared and Vegeta was disoriented for just a moment. It was a bedroom. One he didn’t recognize, but he did recognize something else. He shoved Gohan away from him, snarling in outrage. “How dare you!”

Gohan just smiled that same smile, like a deranged child about to pull the wings off a fly. “My father’s been staying here, and I know you enjoyed yourself in his bed. Isn’t his scent comforting to you?”

It wasn’t just comforting, he had longed for that scent, it made him want to curl up in the bed and let his guard down. But he couldn’t let Gohan see how intensely it affected him. “What do you want from me Gohan?” Vegeta exploded. “I’m tired of this game!”

“From you? Nothing. I want you. I want that bond my father was too stupid to take. I want to be your mate. Don’t you see? I’m trying to help you stop fighting yourself, to be what you’re supposed to be.”

“What I’m… supposed to be? You’re crazy! I am a Prince, I’ll not rut with the strongest beast in the pack and that won’t change no matter what you do to me!”

He frowned at the pitying look Gohan gave him, like he knew something Vegeta didn’t. “That’s not even what I’m talking about, it’s more than that, but you’ll understand soon enough. I know you thought you would be one of the few to take a mate someday when you were young. You were so lonely. You wanted someone to be there with you, always. I can be that.”

Vegeta’s eyes widened. “How…”

“The last time I visited your mind it took the girls just a little too long to shield you. By the time they shut the door I was already inside.” Pressure began building in his head and Vegeta flinched. “You see? I’m already with you. Your thoughts, your memories, I can see them all and they all belong to me.”

Before Vegeta could respond that pressure in his mind exploded into every long-buried, painful thing he never wanted to think about. He lost his balance, clutching his head and gasping for breath. Gohan caught him in strong arms and he shoved away only to stumble backward as he started reliving Gohan’s attack on him in the meadow. The backs of his knees hit the edge of the bed and he managed to right himself.

“I don’t have to hurt you, Vegeta. I can make you feel good, so good if you let me. Don’t you remember how surprised you were that you actually enjoyed sex with my father?” Gohan was invading his space, speaking softly into his ear, licking and nipping at it. His hands were on his skin, gently running up his body, smoothing over his skin. He was back in Goku’s arms, being filled over and over again and a haze of pleasure assaulted his senses. Gohan’s hand snaked under his robe and stroked his hardening shaft firmly. He moaned as Gohan pushed him back onto the bed. Goku’s warm, familiar scent around him further confused his mind.

“You didn’t think that was possible, you thought you would just have to lay back and think of Vegeta-sei. Remember how you trembled, how you came with his name on your lips?” Vegeta was thrusting into his hand, arching so beautifully and crying out so brokenly. Gohan shoved his robe up, stopped to lick at a nipple. A harsh, indrawn breath answered when he took it between his teeth and he smiled against the nub. He unbuckled and pushed off his pants, unable to stay away any longer. He thrust their lengths together, hips grinding into Vegeta’s and it felt amazing.

The seduction was working, Vegeta wasn’t sure where he was or who he was with, but he was compliant and that was all that mattered for the moment. As weak as Vegeta was he still, beyond all reason, had the strength to resist his attempts to complete the bond between them. He hoped that Vegeta’s control would loosen just enough if he could get him to orgasm. “That pleasure was just the beginning, my prince, I promise you. I can do all that for you and more. But only if you let me in.”

Vegeta’s hips thrust up into Gohan’s and his body felt wrong, his frame wasn’t heavy enough... his mind cleared enough to grasp what was happening. “S- stop this, Gohan! These memories… are not yours!” He groaned, shoving at Gohan but the mental takeover increased again. From one moment to the next he wasn’t sure who he was with; was it Goku’s gentle touch, or Gohan’s plundering fingers pulling his ass into every thrust? Was it Gohan’s teeth ripping at the skin of his neck, or was it Goku’s tongue licking away the pain of a bite? Which scent was the lie? He couldn’t tell anymore, but it felt good and Goku’s hands were the only ones that had ever brought him pleasure. He groaned as his climax approached, hips again moving into that friction.

fight fight fight him

‘If it’s not Kakarot I can’t give him this!’

“No!” Vegeta roared, lashing out blindly and cracking Gohan across the face with a sharp punch. It was enough to stop the assault long enough for Vegeta to see the truth of the situation. Goku was lost to him, had been since Gohan had taken him away that terrible night in the meadow. It was Gohan touching him, had been the entire time. He wouldn’t be tricked like that again.

“That won’t work,” he growled. “I won’t submit to you. So stop trying to make me. You’re wasting. Your. Time. Whatever your final play is, make it and let’s get this over with.”

His voice shook but the message was received. Gohan’s face reflected his inner rage, but only for a moment. “If you want me to break you, I’ll do it Vegeta. I hope you’re ready.” His eyes narrowed and the pleasure he’d been feeding into Vegeta was slowly replaced by pain.

As he struggled with the mental attack Gohan parted Vegeta’s legs, positioned himself and shoved into his ass and it hurt. He felt a surge in Gohan’s power and was nauseated at the implication. All the pain he held inside him, the very darkness he sought to protect Goku from was making Gohan stronger. He had tied into all that pain, was feeding off of it. He squeezed his eyes shut, grit his teeth against it all. His mind hurt, his body hurt, his soul hurt-

“Yes, it hurts. Everyone hurts you. Even my father. After he died he chose to stay in the Otherworld, training to stay one step ahead of you instead of coming back for you. He changed you, convinced you to stay here on Earth, and then he just abandoned you. For seven years I watched you die inside and you didn’t even know why it was happening. Pathetic, really.” Vegeta whimpered and Gohan chuckled, braced himself on one arm so he could gently caress Vegeta’s cheek. There had been a time he would have given anything for the courage to perform that one single action. Now it was as simple as breathing.

“Did you know I all but told him you fucked me of your own will, and he believed me? He doesn’t understand you at all. Even after you told him about your past, he still believed me over you, that you were just a mindless slut looking for a Saiyan cock; hell, you’ve been taking it since you were a child, I guess it’s no wonder he believed it.” He slowed his pace as his words sank in, leaning down to Vegeta’s ear and lowering his voice to a whisper. “The bond you share with him, it’s just leftovers, a remnant from your fusion. It means nothing to him, just like you meant nothing to him.”

Vegeta cried out, tears pooling. It was true. Goku hadn’t wanted him. It had been easy to leave him behind because he didn’t mean anything. Was it really a surprise that Goku believed him willing to spread his legs at the drop of a hat? Gohan was right. He had been dirtied and all used up years before he’d even met Goku.

it’s not true at all, i didn’t know, i’m sorry, i’m so sorry

He was broken, just a broken thing and broken things were useless.

broken things can be mended

‘...what?’

Vegeta could barely breathe, stared blankly at the ceiling as Gohan continued his assault. If he was hearing voices it wouldn’t be long until he went mad. If only Gohan would stop whispering those awful, painful truths into his ear, just attack his body and leave his mind in peace…

“Aren’t you tired of people hurting you? Using you for what you can do? I can stop it, I can protect you. Don’t you want that? You know how strong I am. I can feel the darkness inside of you, it’s too overwhelming; it would have crushed him, but I can take it. I’m worthy. Just say it. Just accept me, let me in. You can stop being that pathetic little boy curled up in a pool of his own blood and the seed of abusers. I won’t let anyone touch you again. You’ll be safe.”

Protection? Safety? The only time he’d ever felt safe was in Goku’s arms and Goku couldn’t want him. He was tired of being hurt. It kept happening because he was so weak. Just as he was when he was a child. Born the strongest Saiyan in recent memory, still too fucking weak.

no, so strong

“My father won’t have you. He has a family already. But I won’t turn you away. I’m all you have. I’m already in your body. Just accept my being in your mind. Neither one of us will have to be lonely again.”

Vegeta realized that as Gohan strengthened the bond between them he could see glimpses into the other’s mind as well. He didn’t need Vegeta’s acceptance, he just wanted the victory, nothing more. Gohan’s intentions were the same whether he gave in or had to be broken, and those intentions were horrifying. Protected he would most certainly be, subjugated and compliant through the bond, his every move choreographed or scrutinized. Chained up in beautiful bonds like a favored pet once more and kept like a living trophy. A continual source of the power and intoxication Gohan felt in making him submit, he would seldom be allowed to stray far from the bedroom. Any resistance would be punished by the weakness brought on by taking advantage of that first heat cycle after giving birth for as long as it took.

‘I wouldn’t survive that.’

Strangely that knowledge gave him some comfort as it left him no choice in his next decision. Even now Gohan was chasing the high again, pounding into him, into his mind, into his body and he wanted it to stop, all just stop. At least it all meant that Gohan didn’t know how badly he’d injured his mind, it would have killed him only months in and robbed him of his fun.

But he couldn’t wait even that long. He wouldn’t spend one single minute as a slave, not ever again.

His will to fight was still there, but when he reached for the ability to do it, to throw Gohan off of him and commit to a struggle it continued to just slip away from him. But he still had one way of fighting left to him, a way of spitting in Gohan’s face and denying him what he most wanted. All he had to do was gather his remaining ki to himself, and send it directly into his vital organs all at once. The pain would stop. He closed his eyes and focused inward.

It would be good. Goku and the others would find some way to deal with what Gohan had become now that he’d unmasked himself in such an undeniable manner. Piccolo could and would be Guardian once again. He had the ability to change the plan for the existing children, if this was truly all he could do he didn’t deserve to guide them anyway. The Saiyan race would still live again and it would be stronger and better than it had been in the past. He had done what he’d set out to do, he was no longer needed.

I need you

‘What? Who…’

If he couldn’t live like the prince that he had once been, he would die like one. He had died before, it wasn’t so bad.

No, please don’t go!

‘Shut. Up. I have to do this.’

Gohan was so absorbed in the taking, the defilement that he didn’t notice the energy building. It wasn’t much, it didn’t have to be. It was almost unnoticeable dispersed through his body. Gohan wouldn’t notice until the energy closed on and reached its targets, and by then it would be too late. Another few seconds of build up would do it.

Gohan had been right. He was so gods-damned tired of being alone.

You’re not alone. I’m still with you!

‘Kakarot…’ //Kakarot…?// He moaned but thankfully Gohan didn’t seem to feel Goku’s presence. He assumed it was simply the pain he was inflicting, not the overwhelming relief that was the true cause of the sound.

The bond didn’t form when we fused, Vegeta. It was there long before, even before I died.

//I thought I was losing my mind… How are you doing this…?//

You are my mate, Vegeta. The bond is not his to take. It belongs to me, and so do you. He’s hiding you from me. Come to me. Let me protect what is mine.

Vegeta gasped. It couldn’t be true, could it? He turned inward, looked closely at the bond, far beyond what Gohan had done to it. Gohan had taken it over, had tied himself into it but its core…

Remained Goku. He was right, the bond was older and ran far deeper than anything their fusion would have caused, too deep for Gohan to completely snuff out. Somehow Goku had realized that fact and fought through the interference, just enough to be heard. The connection was tenuous, unstable but it was there.

His attention was pulled away suddenly by a wrenching pain up his spine. He wanted to run, to fight, to die, to do anything but lay there and allow Gohan to hammer his seed into him yet again, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. He bit his lip bloody, beyond ready to let this all be over.

//It’s too late Kakarot. Whatever he’s done to me... I can’t fix it, and a Saiyan who can’t fight is not fit to live. I’m dying anyway, at least let me end this quickly. I can’t hold out much longer, leave my mind so I don’t take any of you with me.//

Like hell I will! I can help you, it’s not too late!

Goku’s mental voice swelled to a roar, took his will and forced Vegeta’s into line with it. I won’t allow him to destroy you, Now COME!

There was no room for discussion or denial, and for the first time in months he felt grounded enough to fight. Vegeta’s eyes flew open. Gohan had believed him defeated, would be surprised to find he could still resist.

Vegeta brought his hands up and ran them up Gohan’s chest, eyes squeezing shut in pain and revulsion as he did so. Gohan accepted the action as a sign of surrender and chuckled. “That’s more like it.” As he let his guard down Vegeta seized Gohan’s neck with his tail and squeezed. He took most of the collected energy and shot it straight into Gohan’s unprotected body while he choked and gurgled.

Gohan cried out in pain and reared back. Vegeta tossed him backward with his tail and wrenched his body away from Gohan’s, kicking out and knocking him away and off the bed. The pressure in his mind and body eased and he concentrated as Gohan scrambled back up, screaming in rage. Finding him wasn’t difficult at all, Goku had powered up and was broadcasting his location.

Gohan lunged for him and forced him back down again before he could Transmit out of there. But he hadn’t reentered his mind yet and that was all that mattered, so Vegeta took advantage, taking his focus away from the physical fight to devote to focusing his mind. If Gohan was so intent on his body, he could have it for now, they’d both make the trip. He let go of his location to find that warm, bright ki that he had been so long without…

And the softness of the bed at his back was replaced by hard rock.

At first he thought he had failed, Gohan was still buried inside him, still feeding off his pain though now he was furious in addition. But he felt that long lost presence so near and he cried out, wanting it back with him. Suddenly Gohan’s presence was just gone, both from his body and mind. The relief was so overwhelming he tumbled into darkness.

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