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Soldier Boy	By : Robyn Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6894 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don’t own DB/Z/GT or any of the characters found in this fic. They are the property of TOEI ANIMATION in Japan and FUNimation in the U.S.A. I make no money from this. I am making no money from this work of fanfiction.

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Disclaimer: I don’t own DB/Z/GT or any of the characters found in this fic. They are the property of TOEI ANIMATION in Japan and FUNimation in the U.S.A.

Title: Soldier Boy (abridged) – In place of DBGT

Chapter word count: 2178

Type: Yaoi (aka slash), mentions of het

Warnings: M/M (sex, oral, kissing), incest, language, domestic violence, tails, blood, violent sex. (It’s taken me over a year to write this. I’m certain I’m forgetting some warnings. I apologize.) OCs.

Genre: Drama

Pairings: Goku/OCs, Goku/Gohan, Gohan/Goku

Past pairings: Vegeta/Goku, Gohan/OC’s

History pairings: Vegeta/Bulma, Goku/Chichi, Gohan/Videl

Rating: NC-17, not suited for minors

Beta: none yet.

Chapter Summary:~o0o~ Chichi managed to gather the dragonballs with in a matter of days. Mostly because everyone was willing to help, or (if they weren’t saiyan) were afraid not to. The lack of saiyans at the Lookout for ‘Kakarott’s resurrection’ didn’t seem to be noted by any of the humans.

Epilogue

She summoned Shenlong within a matter of moments after her father placed the seventh dragonball with the rest.

“Name your first wish!” the great dragon ordered. He was tired of this same group of mortals constantly interrupting his slumber. He could remember in the past, decades or even centuries of continuous rest and dreams.

“I wish for Son Gohan’s soul to be brought to Earth and then that he be brought back to life!” Chichi’s choice of her son first wasn’t surprising to anyone.   Not with her outburst at the Lookout. Her disparaging remarks against Goku had remained along the same rant during the search for the dragonballs.

The dragon hesitated a moment. “Your wish is not in my power to grant.”

“Why the heck not!” Chichi demanded, as though the dragon wasn’t one thousand times (or more) bigger than she and could probably eat her in one bite – if dragons ate.

“Son Gohan no longer exists,” the dragon answered calmly. Piccolo’s stoic façade cracked a little at this statement from the dragon, and he quietly left the group hanging around the glowing dragonballs. No one noticed except for Goten, who followed him.

The dragon’s answer derailed Chichi’s anger. It wasn’t something she’d expected to hear, and wasn’t able to form a quick plan. Then she became sputtering angry at her dead husband: Goku had never had Gohan’s well being in mind! Always training and fighting and dragging their eldest son along! To get killed, as though dieing was the most fun thing in the world – no make that the universe!

Bulma was faster thinking on her feet. “I wish for Son Goku’s soul to be brought back to Earth and then that he be brought back to life!” she knew the dragon would be unable to grant this wish, but she was testing a theory.

“Son Goku has already been brought back to life many times.” The dragon responded predictably.

“The Namekian dragon would be able to bring him back to life,” Bulma stated challengingly, “So you can’t tell me that it’s not within a dragon’s power.” Master Roshi, Yamcha and Krillin nodded enthusiastic agreement.

Shenlong’s eyes narrowed at the mortal’s allegation he might be lesser than another dragon. “We each have different limitations. I’ll remind you that Puronga can only bring one person back at a time, but I can resurrect whole planets.” Never mind the fact it seemed she’d forgotten the not granting the same wish twice rule. If she just changed the wording….

“Humph,” Bulma shrugged as though she thought his answer was lack luster. “And you’ve resurrected this planet many, many times – all those people, you’ve returned them to life several times.”

“Yeah!” Oolong shouted, and then covered his mouth. Puar shook her head and crossed her tiny arms at his outburst.

Shenlong didn’t like the way this female got under his scales. He was thankful she’d never wished for immortality! If she lived forever then she or her friends would always disturb his rest. “Even so, Son Goku no longer exists.” He gave her a similar vague answer he’d given the other female, and it worked like a charm. He certainly wasn’t going to tell them anything more of what he knew – not unless they made it a wish.

The dragon’s answer took the wind out of everyone’s sails.

~o0o~Son Goku and Son Gohan no longer existed….

Anywhere, except as his memories. The union wasn’t as simple as becoming Vegetto had been, at least, not according to Goku-memories. Kuhan could only think that was because Vegetto had had something to focus on outside himself. He couldn’t imagine the two saiyans who had made Vegetto were more compatible than the two who made him.

Memories were aligning, but not matching, and maybe that was the biggest problem – they’d been too close when he was two. It was a struggle to remember the same things from two different perspectives, and realize both viewpoints were correct and one was not more important than the other. Some memories, which had been forgotten – or never shared – began to surface and Kuhan was the one who had to live with how to sort them now. It didn’t help he was finding this information out now. It might have been helpful to of known when he was still two.

Time ran differently in this place, but there were two disorienting and frightening moments that came relatively close together when it felt as though someone was trying to pull pieces of him apart or stop parts of his heart beating, reminding him vaguely of the heart virus. Thankfully it hadn’t happened again. When he did figure out how to become two again, he wanted it to be on his own terms.

Not being able to see was somewhat concerning, but at the moment, perhaps it was better. A reasonable handicap, because his memories showed part of him had been without eyes at the time of fusion. The disability allowed him to focus on trying to collect himself and stay diligent against what ever had tried to pull him apart. Outside of himself he could hear Rou Dai and Kibitoshin talking, sometimes arguing, but Kuhan had other things to worry about rather than why he’d ended up on the Kai’s sacred planet.

Well, he assumed it was their planet. He could smell the grass, and the water, and hear their voices, and no sounds of technology whatsoever. If he remembered correctly, the only other living things on this planet had been butterflies. His hearing was good, but Kuhan didn’t think it was that superb. He couldn’t feel any other significant kis on this planet. Although his training to learn the Genki Dama allowed him to feel he was on a full planet – there were plenty of trees and grass, and now he realized there were at least fish here, too.

“Well, I guess it doesn’t really matter how he got here,” Kuhan heard Rou Dai say. “What matters is what to do with him now.”

“You wanted a champion. We could keep him here,” Kibitoshin suggested.

Kuhan felt a frown form on his face. He had too much power and desire to test it to wish to be stuck on this planet forever. He also didn’t plan to stay fused forever. The idea of being one was nice and all, but in reality, it took two in order to feel the satisfaction of completing the other. This being one being was actually kind of lonely – not to mention disturbing. Maybe it was different for kais, who might or might not have any sexual appetite.

“Do you think we could keep enough food on hand to keep him fed?” was the older kai’s response to the younger’s suggestion.

Kuhan could hear one of them approaching him. “Can you see?” Kibitoshin’s voice confirmed who had walked over.

“No” Kuhan answered.

“Hold still, I’ll heal you…”

Kuhan moved quickly out of range. “On this planet?” If his memories served him correctly, then this planet was surrounded by dozens of moons and he had a tail. Going oorazu wasn’t the best plan – he didn’t have any idea whether or not he’d be consciously in control or rampaging on instincts.

“Oh, yes, I guess that might be a bad idea,” Kibitoshin was happy the other fusion had thought of the complications. “So, um, what shall we call you?” he asked lamely as a sort of icebreaker.

“My name is Kuhan.”

“So, Kuhan, what do you think about staying here?” Kibitoshin tried introducing the idea to the fused saiyan. It had been a long time since this planet was actually a home. He was becoming used to Rou Dai’s company, and he thought he might be able to accommodate another. Despite the elder’s voiced concern about keeping a saiyan fed, all they had to do was materialize the food needed – not that difficult, really. It certainly wouldn’t be as boring as watching the old guy read his magazine all the time.

Kuhan shook his head. “I think you should take me to Earth…or bring Buu here.”

“Whatever for?” Kibitoshin asked in obvious confusion. He didn’t understand why someone wouldn’t want to stay in his sanctuary forever. He also didn’t want to bring Buu to here. The djinn might be behaving himself at the moment, but that didn’t mean he always would. Then the kai had a concerning thought – with the kais who were still part of his whole, if Buu’s current looks were anything to go by, then Buu might still have the knowledge of how to get here.

Kuhan sighed and pulled off the Potara earrings that had been loaned to him. “Thank you,” he said, holding them out blindly in order for the kai to take them. “But I have no intention on staying fused forever.”

“Well, you heard him,” Rou Dai said rudely. The elder didn’t wish to discuss the failure this fushion turned out to be – it certainly hadn’t become as he thought it should. He wondered if it were the experiences since the Buu confrontation that made such an unpredictable outcome.

Kibitoshin frowned at his elder, but held his tongue. “Very well.” He grabbed Kuhan’s hand and teleported them to Earth. “Shall I heal your eyes now?” the kai asked.

Kuhan nodded. A moment later he was able to see a mansion in front of him. Kibitoshin explained. “This is Mr. Satan’s home, where Buu resides.”

“Ah – thank you,” Kuhan replied lamely.

“I’ll stick around until this is done,” the kai stated.

Kuhan felt one of his eyebrows raise in reaction, but he didn’t say anything. Instead he debated I.T.’ing to Buu’s ki, or ringing the doorbell. A moment later he made his decision, as he felt Videl’s ki in residence as well. Two fingers to his forehead, and a moment later he vanished from the front porch.

“Hm?” Came Buu’s squeaky voice as Bee barked at the unexpected company. For a moment Kuhan could actually see the djinn’s eyes.

“Hey Buu,” Kuhan said.

“Stranger know Buu?” the djinn asked, his eyes becoming hidden once again.

Kuhan laughed and scratched the back of his head nervously. “Yeah, well, when you knew me, I was two people. Do you remember Goku and Gohan?”

“Mm-hm. Mm-hm,” Buu nodded vigorously. Goku was a fun guy. Mr. Satan’s daughter had dated Gohan – although Buu didn’t know what ‘dating’ was, or why they’d stopped.

“Oh, good. So, I’d like your help,” Kuhan stated.

“How Buu help?” This was more fun than waiting for Mr. Satan to wake up from his nap.

“Well, I was sort of hoping you could absorb me.” Kuhan said nervously.

“You mean, like, make you candy?”

“Oh, nonononono,” Kuhan waved his hands around radically, “I mean like, take off a piece of yourself, and then envelope me, and then absorb me, into your stomach.” He thought that’s what had happened as Vegetto…

“Why strange-guy-who-was-two-people-Buu-knew want me do that?” The request sounded very strange to Buu. No one wanted to be inside him and he didn’t want to get caught with any people inside him. That place was only for candy – and yummy food. Mr. Satan might be angry if he absorbed this person as suggested. It might look as though he’d tried to kill him.

“Well, I’m hoping the process will dissolve me in two.” Now that Kuhan thought about it, he realized it hadn’t been this Buu who had absorbed Vegetto.

“How you become one person?” Buu asked, because he thought it might help him figure out how to get them to be two people with some other method that didn’t involve the person being in his tummy.

“Ahahahahahaha – well, there are these things called Potara earrings….”

“Oh!” The name sparked a memory in Buu, “I know those!”

“You do?” Kuhan was surprised.

“Mm-hm.” Buu nodded. Then he pointed at Kuhan’s waist. “Buu doesn’t remember tail. You want to keep tails?”

“Uh – yeah.”

Buu’s face grew thoughtful as he looked at the floor, hummed and nodded to himself for a couple of seconds. “I can do without absorbing you,” he informed his guest. If the memory served him right, Potara was a matter of DNA integration – he should be able to reverse that easily enough, especially since he’d known these two individuals previously.

“You can!?” Kuhan was impressed.

“You hold still for Buu,” the djinn instructed as he held his gloved hands out. They glowed with magic for a long time. At first Kuhan felt tingly all over, like goosebumps, but the sensation grew more and more intense the longer Buu hovered hands over him. Just about the time it began to grow painful Kuhan remembered no more.

With a tiny popping noise, two people stood before Buu. “Thanks!” came dual responses, just a fraction of a moment before both people were gone.

“Huh – funny guys.” Buu said. It had taken a lot longer than he thought it would for him to sort through and separate the different DNA strands, but not impossible. Buu was feeling rather pleased with himself.

“What guys?” Videl asked as she came around the corner.

“People I know.” Something about the third presence Buu had felt momentarily was dragging up other memories.

Videl sighed and let the matter drop. “My Dad is awake.”

“Oh! Goodie!” Buu grinned and hummed to himself as he went marching in search of Mr. Satan, Bee getting up to follow him.   Buu had learned skipping through the house would wreck the floors. Mr. Satan was getting old – maybe when Mr. Satan lost his mortal body, Buu could take them to the place of his memories – a place Bee could be a puppy forever.

Kibitoshin had been monitoring the situation closely, and had known Videl was coming, so he moved the three of them back to the Sanctuary of the Kais’ in an instant.

“So, now what will you do?” Kibitoshin asked as soon as he was assured everyone had their feet on the ground.

With who knew how many hours/days they’d been stuck together, having disturbing and revealing thoughts, Goku and Gohan didn’t bother answering him with words, and the kai swiftly moved off to give them some privacy.

“And THAT’S another reason not to have them stay here!” Kibitoshin heard Rou Dai yell from beyond the next hill.

“Not interested in that sort of entertainment,” the older kai sniffed and then said to himself as he turned away from the crystal ball.

Suddenly the ground shook and there was a deafening, air-vibrating roar, followed by a second, less-wild yell. “Or that sort of entertainment!” he added, quickly picking up his magazine and gathering the crystal ball before moving long ways off. He’d scold Kibitoshin for bringing two saiyans with their tails back to this planet – as soon as they weren’t oorazu anymore. Until then, he’d find a less disturbing story to read in his magazine.

Although, judging by the volume the magazine had gained in the last few moments, there was going to be centuries worth of stories to be told involving these two.

He’d have to keep an eye on them – after all, the saiyans may have killed the minions, but Rou Dai didn’t think their instigator was shortsighted enough to have gotten caught in the same blast.

His enemy was still out there – somewhere.

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