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Gone	By : TristaML Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10329 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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To Secretsaiyancrush: I know it is kind of gross to consider being under someone else's control mentally, not knowing gives it that creepy effect. I hope you enjoy this chapter, too :)

To animeslave18: What happened earlier in the scene, I didn't make it clear, was Iseri talking to Dunduil, it was Dunduil on the other line, not Fronshir. No body on Earth knows anything about Fronshir or Vegeta. And I don't think that Goku can go to King Kai's planet, isn't it in otherworld? I think he could go there with a halo, but not without one, I don't know, I didn't think about it. I think there's a little bit more explained about it in the next few chapters though :) Your guesses are interesting, you'll just have to wait and see. Thank you!

To Gingy: Thank you very much! Yeah there's not much in there about the two of them and I can't really promise there will be but we'll see.

To Larnsaxa: Wow, thank you so much! I'm glad you took such an interest in the story still :) I'm sorry about the typos, I find them often after I have already posted and it's irritating, I don't have a beta or anything though I suppose that's just me making excuses. About the present tense past tense thing, you're absolutely right, I am working on that, always, always had a problem with it. I aim to get better and hopefully it wont distract from the story too much. Thank you again, so much!

To Macha: Thank you so much lol, your reviews always makes me laugh. Sorry to make you wait so long for chapter 18 but I hope that you enjoy it regardless. Thank you again.

Enjoy!!

Eighteenth Chapter

            Von was in so much pain when he first woke up nothing else would register. The very next thing that hit him was his sense of smell and from there he put pain aside and thought he’d died and surely gone to Heaven. It was Gohan’s scent, aroused. From there he could hear, though he couldn’t quite make out what was going on, rustling sounds around him, he attempted to sit up, groaning loudly at how sore his whole body was from hitting the ground. He was no longer in the same spot or position though. He was a few feet outside of the small dent in the ground. He had landed face down but right now he was barely on his elbows, trying to grasp his pounding head, sitting up from the ground. Gohan must have taken care to see that his bones weren’t broken.

            A firm, quick, and simultaneous touch by a hand on each shoulder shoved him back into the grass but it wasn’t meant to harm him. Von finally squinted open his eyes, trying to relax his tensing nerves.

            Gohan was almost crossed over from what Von could tell. He had not transformed, but Von couldn’t help but notice the way that he was moving, not to mention the raw look in his eyes which were glaring red. Gohan had been crawling over him, sniffing him out all over. Von couldn’t quite tell what he was trying to do but Gohan seemed to know exactly what was going on in his own head. The young man did not say a word to Von as he jumped and flipped backwards, landing gracefully on the branch of a nearby tree. He jumped from limb to limb with practiced excellence.

            Von immediately ran after him ignoring the hollering pain in his aching body. This was the point: a chase; a chance for Gohan to challenge him and decide if he’s interested, it’s instinctual. However Von feared that the younger man was so much more superior to him that this might not mean anything to Gohan in the end and that he would never be able to catch him.

He dashed breathlessly after him, keeping up to the best of his abilities as they weaved and zigzagged through the trees. After some time Von took a leap of wit and attempted to chart Gohan’s next moves. He jumped from his course of pursuit and ended up stopping Gohan in his tracks, putting his arms out to either side of his head, catching him up against the trunk of a large tree. Gohan ducked beneath his arms too fast for Von to stop him and he went up behind him. Gohan shoved him forward into the tree he’d tried to pin him against, his hands pressed firmly onto Von’s body.

Moaning in his surprise, Von felt Gohan’s hands spread down his back and onto his ass pressing roughly into him as he felt him up. Gohan’s breathing was heavy and Von felt one of those sturdy hands on his tail, pulling up the length of it. Von pulled his tail in the opposite direction with such force that when it was released it whipped and made a loud “CRACK!” into the air. Gohan growled, not understand why he’d suddenly become so much more aroused by such an obscure thing. He yanked down on Von’s shoulder, pulling him off the tree's wide trunk and throwing him to the ground.

Once he had put Von beneath him, getting onto his knees and leaning over him intently, he hesitated. Von moved slowly, a calming message in his eyes as his hands made contact with Gohan’s sweat-drenched skin. His hands glided up the young man's arms and Von ran his tongue across perfect teeth. Gohan leaned down and kissed him desperately. His kiss left them breathless for as long as he could stand it.

The young Saiyan’s whole body was shivering and he eventually moved his mouth to lick and suck on Von’s neck. Afterwards he relaxed on top of him from exhaustion. Von hadn’t noticed he was clutching onto him so tightly until Gohan no longer had the wits to cling back. He’d fallen asleep from bodily exertion and Von knew he’d be up in a few hours and it wouldn’t be but a few more days after that before his body attempts to push him over the edge once more.

He wanted to be there for the young man when he woke up, but he was aching and hungry himself and needed to get back to his base.

He had to take Gohan home first, though. Von stood up, lifting him up in his arms, and he headed towards the only place he knew to go, Capsule Corp. Not far into his journey he was stopped by Prince Trunks.

Von had never seen Trunks’ eyes so dead set before, and certainly not on him.

            “I’ll take him from here,” the boy said, holding out a hand, intending to catch him.

            Von gave Gohan over to him, thankful for his help, no matter why he was giving it.

            “’Saw what happened,” Trunks said before he could turn away. It took Von a moment to realize that he was talking about his little talk with Piccolo. “You think you can find my Dad?” Trunks asked him, whatever his inclinations were he hid them well in his voice.

            “I will find him,” Von answered, nodding confidently at him.

            Trunks asked, “Are you really interested in Gohan?”

            “I won’t deny it,” Von answered, chilled by the sound of a young boy’s voice asking that question. He didn’t know quite what he meant or what he thought about it.

            Trunks “humphed,” crossed his arms over his chest, and said, “Piccolo was right, you know. He did that for your own good,” Trunks’ eyes were calculating and cold as he looked upon Von.

He hadn’t even had a chance to think about his conversation with Piccolo yet but he would be certain to look at it as objectively as possible if he could help it, since the child seemed so adamant about his intent.

“Gohan doesn’t know where Vegeta went either and if you think bringing it up is a good idea, think again,” Trunks was just as convincing as Piccolo was. He continued, “If you want to know anything about my Dad, ask Goku.”

Von felt awed by these events. He nodded at Trunks once more and the boy took off into the sky. Von couldn’t express what he was feeling if he wanted to, he was too exhausted to be sure he had any feeling left at all.

---

Gohan was hallucinating. He saw a young Vegeta coming onto him, asking him to show him the way, to share and explore one another. He could see the lust in his eyes and feel the nervous touch of his small hand. The vision flipped and became a distant reality, a nearly fifteen year old Gohan coming onto an older Vegeta, quietly and purposefully begging for intimate contact. There was so much desire from the teen and something sensual about the inexperience factor, though he tried to be desirous with what little knowledge he did have. Gohan's blurring vision slowly came to and he realized who and where he was and that it was Trunks that was sitting in between his legs on the warm C.C. bed, touching Gohan's firm, upright cock and asking if he could help.

Gohan groaned and moaned loudly, his organ was nearly painfully aroused. "Get out!" he sat up quickly and shoved Trunks off of the bed with a hard swoop of his right arm.

Trunks looked at him incredulously before darting out of the room.

Gohan nearly whimpered, this was beginning to be too much for him. He knew he shouldn't be at C.C. right now and wasn't even sure how he got here, but he was delirious and could barely form thought together enough to stand. He had already begun to pant again and he knew that if he didn't do something soon, he might burst.

He rubbed the head of his cock and fisted it's base, he thought, Shoulda' made Trunks suck it, and began to pump his engorged member but in the back of his mind he knew it wouldn't be enough. He decided the best thing for him to do would be to head for his father's location, at least he was familiar.

Willpower and concentration were barely there but he managed to recover himself and get out the window to the sky. He felt like he was rushing even though he had no where to rush to. The wind felt cool on his face and he loved the smells of the earth below, it was a good distraction for the moment.

One week later

Von does not like waiting, though he may seem a patient Saiyan. Right now the universe is quiet and he didn't like it, something must be wrong. He knew he was anxious, which entails the possibility of disaster occurring before the end, but he didn't believe in standing idly by in either case. He wished to go see his King but he didn't want to be found rude. He wished to go see his Prince, but he didn't want to cause trouble. He was disdained by the fact that he even gave a damn enough to allow such silly rudiments to detain him.

Something was aloof and he didn't know why there was such an uneasy feeling in his stomach recently. He wondered if it was something to do with the people right in front of him, or if it was intuitive inklings from beyond his normal scope. He told himself he would discuss these thoughts with the elders as soon as he returned.

There were a few other things Von couldn't get off his mind, which is why it struck him as funny that he hadn't done much about it. One was when he asked his King if he feared he would never see their Prince again and he answered, "'It's not that...'." Von couldn't guess the meaning of those words, but the sad tinge in his wholesome eyes made him think that King Goku played a major role in Prince Vegeta's leave.

Then, during his chat with the Namekian, as painful as that was, Piccolo gave him quite a bit of information and so did Trunks, given that the young man is correct.

He knew that Prince Vegeta's pride was a factor here, but he could not guess to what angle. Von was beginning to think that whether or not Prince Vegeta returned would have nothing to do with their people at all, regardless whether the Prince learned about their existence. He also began to think that he had no chances of finding the Prince and he rarely felt so subjected at someone else's opinion, especially on this particular matter.

Piccolo's protectiveness of both King Goku and Prince Gohan was cute, but dismissible. Both Saiyans are stronger than Piccolo and in either case, Von has no intention of stirring up trouble with the Royal house or anyone else for that matter. However, Von took note of Piccolo's mention of Prince Vegeta's protectiveness over "the Son's." He implied that the Prince would know, somehow, if something happened to King Goku or Prince Gohan. Von had to admit he was floored, that was the third time he'd heard such an odd statement from such an unlikely source.

This group of Saiyans and a Namek all seemed to know something that Von did not and he couldn't think of what or why they would go through such great lengths to keep him out of the loop. Either that or that was their aim, to seem above him, above them all, and uninterested in becoming involved altogether.

He'd just received news from his recruits yesterday that still there were no signs of a new location, which was not good news, but it wasn't entirely unexpected either. He knew he could not seem too disappointed so that his men would not become disheartened or worried. He expected them to travel a good distance out again for a home yet he did not wish to have his men travel for months out when things were still up in the air here.

He'd also mentioned to Thelel about a possible trip to Planet Necro in privacy, but he was still awaiting news from his King on that as well. He already researched the area and found nothing to aid him, but doing something felt better than waiting around.

Which is precisely why Von finally made up his mind and started off on the long journey to his Sire's temporary location. He guessed at whether he would cut him off like the others seem to do and almost wished that he would. He still hadn't decided what exactly he would say and King Goku seemed intent in keeping his silence.

Von could no longer ignore the fact that he was nervous to speak alone with Gohan, and especially about Prince Vegeta, now that both Piccolo and Trunks had voiced their points of view about it. He wondered what had transpired between Prince Vegeta and Prince Gohan, but he couldn't imagine gathering the nerve to ask the young man.

It doesn't really make sense, either, why he'd feel a little better about speaking with King Goku, nevertheless, he was making tracks behind him in that very direction. Von increased his speed, concentrating solely on Goku's ki as he drew nearer.

Then suddenly Goku vanished. Von searched everywhere, but he was nowhere to be found. It's not like when he moves from location to location, it's completely gone.

He couldn't help but become paranoid that he disappeared on purpose, because he didn't want Von to find and talk to him. That wasn't really necessary and he didn't believe it, but it passed through his mind enough to dissuade his stubborn attitude for the moment. He grew a little irritated before sensing Dunduil's ki nearby, which didn't help his nerves. He ignored his presence for now and began to scope out the area once more. Still there was no sign of his King's ki.

A moment later he caught onto Gohan, who wasn't exactly any where close, but he was certainly an option since Von had planned on journeying today anyways. Not a split second later Von was on pursuit. The young man wasn't even moving at the moment.

---

Gohan dropped to the ground after his father's ki went awol. Never had he ever felt his ki go off the grid, not since the first time he died back when they were fighting Raditz with Piccolo. He knew he hadn't dropped it that low, that was impossible.

The young man purred low, on the ground, laying back lazily. A quiet moan escaped his lips, it helped to verbalize what he was feeling, even if he wasn't using proper words, no one was around anyways. He stretched and turned and twisted around on the ground, feeling tense and needy. He couldn't seem to get his nerves to still, though he wasn't exactly feeling energetic.

What he wouldn't give for release... His whole body was beginning to pain him, and his tail would not cease in it's writhing movements. He grabbed onto it with both hands in an attempt to get it to stop wriggling around, the subtle nuances making him angry in his lust. The feel of it was a whole different type of sensation from the rest of his body.

Now that Gohan was thinking about it, it definitely had it's uses. He never had his tail through puberty and he wondered what sort of things he might have done with it. He'd noticed he started playing with it more and more recently now that it was back. He unknowingly missed it all this time.

He could no more will his tail to move as he wished than stop becoming aroused by it's movements at the moment. He took the tip into his mouth for just a second while he began to work his pants off, his last remaining garment. He had to remove it as he finished, tossing his pants one-handed to the side somewhere, he stuck his tail back in his mouth as he laid back fisting his erection, he began gently sucking on the tip again.

"...Your Highnesss," Von stared down at him, not quite expecting the vision before him when he entered through the tops of the trees to the jungle ground below.

Gohan released his tail huffing gently,"Von." his tail swooped around behind him as he pushed off the ground and stood straight up, his cock standing alert as the leaves from the trees high above fell around them from Von's swift arrival. As he looked into the General's eyes everything seemed calm. They stepped toward one another and Von's hand stretched out and came into contact with Gohan's twitching organ.

"Forgive me, your Highness," Von whispered as he pulled on the warm shaft in his talented hand. He bent forward, focused, and kissed Gohan's wetted lips, savoring the feeling.

THUMP. Gohan heard and felt it from within him. His chest puffed out and his breaths deepened.

Von backed off a moment and gave Gohan a knowing nod and a comforting grace of his other hand down his neck and the front of his chest. His kissed him again and their lips pressed tighter together yet.

THUMP. It was somehow familiar to Gohan and he welcomed it, unexpectedly and wholly. He didn't know why he hadn't curled up into a ball and covered himself the moment Von arrived, but that wasn't even on his mind, all he could think about was this pain that seemed to dull everything else out and this ringing in his ears.

THUMP! Gohan knew he was screaming out his agony but he could not hear it and his eyes had long since clenched shut. His back arched, falling back into Von's arms as his body began to morph and grow and shift. He fell to his knees from Von's hold and roared for all it was worth before he collapsed into the grass at Von's feet.

When Gohan came to, he wasn't the same and he knew he never would be again. From the flick of his opened eyes to the swish of his movements, This is life! This is living! was the only thing that echoed through his mind. He knew Von was nearby, his precise location actually, it was like he could feel him breathing through his fingertips which gently caressed the hard earth floor with every wild thud as he scurried all around. He sat still for just a moment, waiting for Von to close in on him.

He surprised the older man by deceiving him, time and time again Von would come so close to catching him, but Gohan knew he would never be able to keep up. There was so much to feel in this state, Gohan didn't know what to do first.

"Cibnim jis," (Damn it) Von growled, sweat running down his face and his neck. He could feel Prince Gohan, almost see him, smell him, and right now he desired him more than he thought he could handle. This was madness. "Why are you playing a game with me?" he yelled, but it seemed to be swallowed by the dense air of the forest around him. How, what was he really wanted to know. His shallow breaths were only met by more woodland silence and a comforting feeling of someone special close by. "Prince Gohan," he growled out his words in frustration, "You're wasting this time we have together."

"Wasting it?" Gohan appeared right in front of him, just far enough to be out of arms reach.

Von wondered how it was that he could have such control. How come he wasn't crawling on the ground by now, completely buckling in surrender? Von knew that he hadn't found consciousness for days his first time and he wasn't sure how to explain. He wasn't expecting he would have to. "Do you mean to run from me?" His voice was heard both loud and clear and yet soft as a gentle hum, his challenging question clear.

Gohan felt a quiver of nervousness, even in his lost thoughts he had knowledge of his inexperience, and he couldn't admit that to Von. He was enjoying himself in this state, the incredible power and ability, the sheer feeling of freedom and rare high quality of intensity. He knew what he wanted, he'd wanted it for such a long time now, but looking into Von's altogether Saiyan eyes he grew insecure.

Slowly, Von drew Gohan in with his elongated tail and told him, "I am right here. Ja bin qijhigs gifqif."

Gohan wrapped his arms around him, buried his face in his chest, and held on tight, a wave of emotion crashing over him. He was at a loss for words.

Von gently laid Gohan back and then he laid to the side of his Prince, his lips coming dangerously close to Gohan's neck. He resisted, knowing the Prince would not understand enough to try to stop him, and instead he went straight for Gohan's length once more with his left hand, licking his lips as he watched the young man moaning and throwing his head back. "Mips bi nipquf afbivsjevik tihgs gibuf Ja fufiq tieffim,"(Not a more beautiful sight have I ever seen.) Von moaned aloud to Gohan as he worked him into even more of a sexual fuss. He kissed the young man's neck, lapping at his salt-tinted skin.

Gohan touched Von's face and looked into his eyes as though he was staring into the face of a dream.

Von got up off his hips and side and onto both knees, causing Gohan's legs to straddle his loosely. He pulled his shirt off, lifting it from behind his neck and over his head and shoulders. Gohan saw, for the first time, all of his scars and his tattoos at length. The younger Saiyan marveled at Von's upper body as he began to remove his pants.

Gohan asked, his eyes lidded, "What do all of these mean?" referring to his tattoos. He traced some of them, especially liking the ones he found that matched each other in place and design on the underside of his biceps.

Von held himself above him, a brawny arm on each side of his head. He looked at him wearily, impressed and curious if he would remember this, and asked, "If you could change them would you?"

Gohan thought he was looking into the eyes of eternity when he met Von's cool grey gaze glowing at him, "No, I would not," he admitted.

Von crept forward, his lips crushing into Gohan's, their bodies meshing for the first time skin to skin, heartbeat to heartbeat.

"Von's trying to act like he takes his time- HAH!" Dunduil stepped into the forest as though walking through someone's front door. "You took too much of it, I'd say."

Von noticed Dunduil was already transformed just from the way he smelled. He must have been lurking around for some time, then, and Von didn't like the idea of someone spying on him, much less the innocent Prince Gohan.

Dunduil was just as quick to deliver a blow as Von was to stand up to him. Within what seemed like a mere moment Gohan realized that Von and Dunduil were hard at it and there was little he could do to stop them. The very environment which he conceived in his current state kept Gohan useless. He could barely pay attention to watch in between vague fantasies of his own frantic needs amid the sensations of his skin. The scents of the two men were enough to render him helpless with want.

Von threw Dunduil off of him with a hefty kick before running back to his Prince's side just in case Dunduil was having any bright ideas. The large, brute of a Saiyan came right up to him, a feral grin on his nearly foaming lips. He attempted to strong-arm him away from the young Saiyan's body. Von proved to be tougher than Dunduil and he resisted as long as there was a need to.

Dunduil was losing it, his carnal desires were at an all time high as he smelled blood on Von's battle worn form, not to mention to fresh scent of sex which lay somewhere beneath the both of them. If Von wasn't so stingy maybe they could share, but then again, Dunduil wasn't sure how interested he was in allowing Von the pleasure of playing with his own toy.

"Hijuf jim," (Give in,) Dunduil daunted after his onslaught against him.

"Niblif nif," (Make me) Von purred, wiping off his face and then licking the blood off the back of his hand as he stared him down.

Dunduil pushed onward, landing fewer strikes than he would have liked; he wished for Von's demise. It didn't help that he looked so much like his father, (even if his altered state) Dunduil did have a great deal of respect for Vaughn, but he would not be bested by his fortuned offspring.

"Jimsip sgif ejqifit," (Into the fire, (Meaning, in other words, "to hell with you,")) Dunduil hissed as he reared up a blast, "Miazor Ray!!" he screamed, but it missed Von by a hair.

Von was hidden from view for some time, he needed those precious moments to regain his wits. He felt exhaustion taking over him and he knew that Dunduil couldn't be in much better shape, so he tried to buy some time by blowing up random trees throughout the area. That way hopefully he would scatter Dunduil's thoughts and confuse his tracking for at least a few more minutes. He hadn't lost sight of Gohan, though he'd noticed that the young man was back to normal, unable to hang on to his form any longer, and out cold.

Dunduil landed two feet from Gohan's body with intention. The fear that he may steal the Prince away was plenty to thrust Von froward and somehow in between the two at once.

"--?!" There was surprise on Dunduil's face that Von would not soon forget.

All Von said was, "Piccolo is here if you would like to speak with him."

Dunduil's face practically turned blue as he looked above them and saw the giant green Namekian floating above him, his white cape steady in the still air beneath the large tree branches.

Piccolo's stern glare was not to be reckoned with and Dunduil could not help from gulping back at it. The Namek landed and walked over to Gohan's limp body, assessing him, before lifting him off of the ground and shooting up through the tree tops and into the wild sky.

"Ejhigs nif," (Fight me) Von beckoned, falling out of his transformation even before Dunduil.

The brawny man was shaken by some sort of unmeasurable force that came out of Piccolo. He would not admit to Von, but something in him had stirred at the Namek's appearance on the scene. He couldn't understand why Von seemed untouched by the other's presence.

"Kifs'it tieff exigbs vi hips," (Let's see what you got!) Von beckoned him closer and laughed.

"Ja tieff mipsgijimh zxigfim Ja kippeal bis vi," (I see nothing when I look at you.) Dunduil spat at him.

Von's demeanor grew intense and serious and he responded, "Vi tieff mipsgijimh zxigfim vi kippeal bis viqtifkil." (You see nothing when you look at yourself.) He flew forward at lightening speed and Dunduil drew back, squeezed his eyes shut, and threw up his arms in defense but the blow never came.

All around Dunduil was the music of the forest and nothing else.

---

I still can't sense Vegeta. I knew that this was just a long shot, but I'm learning a thing or two while I'm at it so it's not an entire loss.

This spacesuit is kind of cool, not to mention a life saver, despite the closet-like feel to wearing it. I'm glad I've had previous experience in one though, otherwise this might not have been such a great idea.

I was able to IT to Pluto, but I've already been there, so I felt like that was kind of cheating, even though I only did it to get further out into space before I did the true test. Actually getting to Planet L, that was worth something to me. It means that with enough meditation, I may just be able to manage to IT right to any location just by the confidence that it can be done and becoming familiar with it mentally.

Coming back to Earth I did not do any victory dance. Space is so quiet, I felt disturbed by something but I can't say what. The only thing I can do is continue to reach out to Vegeta from no matter where I'm standing.

As I remove my head gear I can sense Piccolo fast approaching with my eldest and I have a few moments to spare in thought to Von, whom I coincidentally seemed to have avoided by my previous plans.

"Where were you?" Piccolo is angry with me, but surprised by my clothing and he grumbles something about them at my back.

I turn around and see a sleeping Gohan in his arms, but I'm not alarmed, "Sorry, Piccolo, what happened?"

"You tell me?" he spat, annoyed with me.

I found myself openly thinking, It's not my job to be there every time something bad happens. I knew in my heart that Gohan was fine but I asked Piccolo again, "What happened?"

"Your son needs help," Piccolo practically thrust Gohan into my arms, fumbling a little as he did.

"I cannot help him anymore, Piccolo," I shook my head at him before looking down at Gohan. When I looked back up Piccolo was gone. I saw a sadness in his eyes and wondered how long he's been in love with my son. Piccolo knew that he couldn't help him, either.

I knew that it was time, and I could probably guess what had happened. Gohan transformed and Von was there, that much is for certain. I sniff my son's body as I fly through the air, catching another familiar scent on him, though very faint, I'm uncertain of it's origin.

I press forward.

"Von," I immediately feel as though I'm interrupting something though no one looks upset to see me. The elders are all gathered around with Von in their house and they seem to be discussing something very quietly and very privately. There are wonderful scents wafting through the air and there is also food nearby, if I didn't know any better.

The handsome Saiyan stood up from his place on the matted floor, his eyes set on Gohan's body. He began to speak but I didn't allow it.

"Gohan has transformed?" I asked though I had originally intended to state it, and he nodded at me.

"Dunduil-"

"What about Dunduil?" I asked, realizing immediately that it is his scent that I noticed on my son. Von looked at me as though he expected me to know already.

He said, "Nothing happened to Prince Gohan. I am afraid Dunduil followed after me as I went out for him," he let the story linger. I was grateful Von did not banter my intelligence of his knowledge of ki recognition or of his interest in my son.

Only then did I notice the fresh but halfway healed wounds on his body from his scuffle with the other man. Why is he interested in my son? I wondered, and I pondered a little at Von's interest in him as well.

Von took Gohan from my arms and handed him down to the elders, who drew him out a nice place on the blankets below. I can see the frustration on my son's face and I wonder when he's going to wake up again.

Von's hand hovers for a few moments over my son's naval while two of the elder's mumbled something with their hands hovering over his chest and his face. I couldn't gather together any words being spoken. They settled down hurriedly and one of the women wet a washcloth and laid it over Gohan's forehead.

"Von, siqbimitkibsif," (translate) a male elder said to him and I waited to see what was going to happen, if anything.

I heard one of the men speaking in their tongue. Von sat back, beside my son, his tail curling protectively around Gohan's head, laying loosely on the blanket. He closed his eyes as he listened and explained the words to me, "'You are new to our ways'," they were slow to begin. "' You only recently saw the light from Horunta'."

I thought about telling them that unless they could tell me where Vegeta was I wasn't really interested in sticking around much longer.

The voice spoke up again and Von's followed, "'You feel strange for helping your son. It is all right. It is the way when necessary'."

"Hey!" I cried, but another of the elders held up their hands for me to hush.

"'So many little fears you let eat at you when you once thought you had none at all. That makes them that much worse.'"

I looked down at my son and listened to both voices at the same time, the language spoken and its explanation seemed to mirror each other some how.

"'Fear is but a thought, you must know and understand the thought to conquer the fear'," Von opened his eyes for a moment and the man that was speaking was silent and a woman was next to chime in.

Von's deep stirring voice followed her gentle one, "'You are a charm indeed, Kakarot'," Von waited for them to go on and looked at me bright-eyed, as though to say he hoped I knew what they were talking about. She spoke and then he spoke, again: "'What is it you fear?'"

From somewhere deep inside an answer came to me and escaped my lips, "...A misunderstanding..." I felt hypnotized.

Von was staring at me with a queer and curious look, and I felt as though I could talk to him about all my problems but I held my tongue.

I stood and made for my leave. I left Gohan there under Von's care, with my blessing, though I didn't know what had come over me to say that. Each of the elder's just smiled at me and one pleaded with me to stay but I said I couldn't and went out the door.

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There is a familiar thrumming in the emptiness around me, yet it is different and for now, unnamed. A dark shadow lingers in the back of my mind but I have yet to see what it's foreboding. I had once grown accustomed to despair and darkness in my solitude but the feel of it was a little different than this.

I sense a whirring of my thoughts and I have come to the conclusion that it is unnatural. I have tried to move on, though my meditations have been less helpful, I can still work the stress off pretty well.

Is it because I long for Kakarot so much that I can't seem to get my mind to still? I don't think it's that, in fact, I think that the thought of Kakarot is the only thing keeping me from falling apart.

There's a rhythm playing in my head, very slowly, as though there was only one pulsating strum per every twenty minutes that creep by, and it's winding me up steadily as it beats on.

The other night I had a dream, Kakarot was in it, but it was disturbing, and I've grown weary of sleeping since, though I can't seem to help myself. Like clockwork.

In my dream Kakarot was trying to tell me something, but it seemed as though there was no time for him to say it. One moment he was there in front of me, reaching out to grab ahold of me and the next there was nothing. Then again, somewhere else, he ran up to me with a concerned look on his face, but emptiness took it all away again. A third time, I was waiting for Kakarot, he was supposed to arrive any moment, but from where I stood he never came.

I awoke gasping for air, like those times when, unconscious with sleep, you let out a breath and its as though you forget to pull one back in, then, at the very last possible moment reality comes back to you, and your lungs expand and fill with oxygen of their own accord, out of necessity, you feel... you've escaped something.

I need to do something about this, change something up somehow, get out of this hellish cycle. I can't go on treading these bitter, stagnant waters.
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