My flesh my blood

Second Chapter


Gohan and Piccolo had decided to take a week of sparring in the woods to train together. After some hours of begging, Gohan had convinced Chichi to let him go, at the only condition that he’d study every night before going to sleep. It was the last day of their week. They had been sparring for 3 hours straight when they decided to take a break.

Gohan left the stage of Super Saiyan to his normal one as he sat on the ground, quickly followed by his mentor. They said nothing for moments, regaining their breath. Piccolo looked at his pupil sadly for a second and changed his gaze as the kid looked back at him. The tall Namek was worried for Gohan, he had changed so much since the Cell’s game, he was so serious now, he barely smiled anymore like he used to and often isolated himself. Piccolo thought that maybe it was because of the demi-saiyan’s father’s death. His Ki was different too; it was like something had been added to it. Many things were strange. The little fact that Gohan never ever took off his shirts intrigued him too, even if the weather was insupportably hot, he would always keep his clothes on. That was worrying, Gohan never was one to have much modesty, and now he rejected even the idea to take off his shirt. Piccolo had already asked him about it and he had found a way to change the subject. The tall one took off what was left of his shirt and cloak and glanced at Gohan’s large T-shirt. He snickered a bit at his sweating friend.

“Gohan, take off that thing, you’re killing yourself.”

“No Piccolo, I’m fine.”

“Come on, don’t be a fool, it’s so hot outside today. What are you afraid of?”

“That’s not the point, I told you, I’m fine, and it’s not that hot.”

“So what’s the point? I see no apparent reason that would force you to keep it.”

Gohan just looked down at the ground in response. That confirmed Piccolo’s insinuations and he became serious.

“Take it off kid.” He ordered.

“Nani?”

“You heard me, take your shirt off or I’ll take it off for you.”

“Y—you can’t!” Gohan said nervously.

“It’s very clear that you’re hiding something. I want to know what it is.”

The child bit his lower lip in discomfort and embarrassment. Piccolo looked at him insistently and he gave a defeated sigh as he grabbed the edge of his upper clothing to take it off. Slowly, he slid it up, exposing his slightly round belly. He looked at the ground, blushing fiercely. Piccolo just stared blankly at the slight bulge situated on Gohan’s stomach; he approached slowly, wondering what the hell it was. His hand reached to touch it.

“Can I?”

Gohan nodded and Piccolo put his hand on the kid’s tummy, trying to find out what it was.

“You aren’t fat…What is it?” He asked, bemused.

“I don’t know, I decided to hide it until it got smaller but it just seems to grow bigger over the time. Mom isn’t aware of it yet, but if it continues that way, it won’t be long before she finds out. I really have no idea of what it can be.”

Piccolo took off his hand of Gohan’s stomach and sat back in the grass, concerned.

“Maybe you’re sick, though I know no illness on Earth producing that sort of symptom…”

“It could be a Saiyan disease.” Gohan proposed simply.

“It’s a possibility. I think it would be wise to go see Vegeta for it.”

“Why that?”

“To know first if it is a Saiyan thing, and second, to know if it’s serious or only a little virus that will go away in no time, or... if it’s something else.” Piccolo answered as he stood up and made appear a new shirt and cape.
He held a hand to help Gohan up. The demi-saiyan grabbed his shirt with one hand and took the one offered. He hurriedly put on his shirt and smiled slightly at the tall one.

“Let’s go.” Piccolo said as he took off into the sky toward Capsule Corp, Gohan quickly following him.

***

They landed on the front yard some time later, walked to the door and knocked on it. After seconds, Bulma came and opened the door. She grinned at them both and greeted them inside.

“So, what are you two here for?” She asked as they stepped inside.

“Is Vegeta home?” Gohan asked back as Piccolo stayed silent behind him.

“Oh, yeah, he’s in his gravity room, like always. You came to spar?”

“Eh.. not really, we actually came to talk to him.”

Bulma looked surprised a moment and then shrugged it off. Piccolo, who was beginning to be impatient, interrupted them to hurry the things up.

“We don’t have all day, where is the gravity room?”

“Just follow me.” She said, leading them through corridors until they reached a metal made door.

“Here it is, I just let you, I got to go take care of Trunks. Good bye.”

“Good bye Bulma!” Gohan said before she disappeared in a hallway.

He turned back as Piccolo knocked on the door, waiting for Vegeta to open. The sound of the working machine stopped as the gravity was lowered to the normal Earth gravity. Then, the door opened and an angry looking Vegeta answered.

“What do you want Namek?!” He asked, irritated.

“We need to ask you something.” The green man said, pointing to the silent Gohan behind him.

Vegeta just frowned and turned his back to them, walking out of the way.

“Come in then.”

They followed him in and Gohan closed the door behind them before walking to his mentor’s side to face Vegeta.

“So, what is it?” The Saiyan asked, glaring at both of them to have dared interrupt his training.

Piccolo looked at Gohan and waved for him.

“Take off your shirt kid.”

Gohan did as he was told under the wondering gaze Vegeta was sending him. Trincrince went blank as Gohan’s belly was bared before his eyes.

“….What the fuck?! How the hell did you end up like that!? ”

Gohan wasn’t at ease after the other’s reaction; the way Vegeta was looking at him wasn’t reassuring at all …

“That’s why we came to see you, Piccolo thought you would know if it was a saiyan virus or something like that... Do you have.. any idea of what it could be..?”

“You think you’re sick!? Are you trying to make a mockery of me? Fuck brat! You are pregnant.”

“WHAT ?!?!” Piccolo shouted.

Gohan’s entourage turned black as he passed out at the prince’s last words. Piccolo just had the time to catch him before he hit the ground; the namek sat on the floor and brought the unconscious one to his chest.

“How can this be?! I mean... Gohan’s a boy!”

Vegeta glared at him.

“The question isn’t how; I’ll explain when he wakes up, but whom...”

The Saiyan prince gave a suspicious glance toward Piccolo.

“Me?! No way in hell! I would never!”

“Just wake him up then.”

Piccolo shook Gohan’s shoulder softly and he slowly returned to consciousness. As he opened his eyes, he saw the two men staring at him and remembered what had just happened, he brought his hands up to hide his face as he blushed a dark shade of red.

“Vegeta... how can I be… it’s just impossible...boys can’t bear children...” Gohan whispered in his hands.

“Saiyan males can. Our anatomy is just equipped for it. They were females on Vegetasei too, but not much, they were really rare, so we had no problem reproducing since males could bear heirs. ”

“Ok, that fact is cleared… But it still can’t be possible, he’s just a child! 10 years old for Kami’s sake! ” Piccolo said, starting to panic.

Gohan just stayed silent in his grip, tears making their path down his cheeks as he remembered it all...

“Saiyan males reach puberty at 9 years old. After that, they have the entire capacity to reproduce with any other male, or female. ”

Piccolo swallowed hard, having to admit the reality, Gohan was pregnant. He looked down at the child in his lap and hugged him to his chest in an attempt to reassure him. Gohan began to sob uncontrollably.

“Gohan, look at me.” The Namek said softly.

Gohan looked up at him, trying to stop his crying but to no avail.

“You have to tell us who did it to you... please, Gohan, tell us.”

The kid seemed depressed and hid his face in Piccolo’s gi, wetting it with his tears.

“I—I can’t…” He whispered, breathing harshly.

“Why?” Vegeta asked, suppressing his harsh tone to talk a bit gently.

“Because...he said he would—do it—again...to me, he told me, that he would—come back...if I talked.”

“We’ll be here if `he` does come back, we’ll protect you.” Piccolo tried to reassure him.

“We won’t be able to protect you if we don’t know who it is.” Vegeta added.

Gohan stayed silent for a moment and then tried to control his sobs to talk clearly. He glanced at Vegeta, who had sat in front of Piccolo, and looked at the ground.

“—Fa…father did.. he did it.”

“ Kakarott! ”

“Goku…”

“We were in the… in the Hyperbolic time chamber… The f-first time, I woke—”

“He raped you many times!?” Piccolo barely shouted. He was really angered and his tone didn’t dismiss it.

Vegeta glared at him.

“Let him finish!”

Gohan took a hard breath and continued.

“I woke up, and he was on me. I asked what he was doing and I sensed him on my stomach... I tried to escape, bu—but he tied my hands in my back. Then h—he began to...touch me. He told me he was doing it because mom had neglected him, he said he needed me. And then, he was in me... it hurt so much—it was like I was being torn in two. I begged him, but he didn’t stop, it was more painful with each passing seconds. There was blood…He bit me, and I passed out. ”

He finished his sentence, bending his head to the side to expose the bite scar on his neck. Vegeta approached and looked at the mark.

“He claimed you as his.”

“What?” Piccolo asked.

“When a Saiyan mates, he claims the other by biting him or her there.”

“That bastard.” Piccolo growled in anger.

The men looked back at Gohan and waited for him to continue.

“When I woke up after, he was asleep on his bed. I freed myself from the bonds on my wrists and stood up. I was so sore, I couldn’t walk straight and I had a horrible headache. I put my pants and I flew away. I was so angry with myself, to have let him do that, my own father. I hated myself, to have looked desirable for him. I started to do some exercises to change my mind a bit, it hurt but at least I could concentrate on other things. But he appeared in front of me. I glared at him and he looked more angered then I was. I could only see wrath in his eyes, it scared me… I had never seen him like that before...”

He stopped a moment and wrapped his arms around his own chest as a shiver shook his body. The two others stayed silent, looking at him without any emotions on their face but anger, directed to the man that had fooled them all for years.

“He ordered me to fight him, and I did, I fought him with all the strength that was left in my body. But it wasn’t enough, I still ached so much. In no time he had me on the ground, I couldn’t move, I had broken ribs and I wasn’t super saiyan anymore. He lifted me... and pressed my back against him, I was scared; I knew he would do something bad again, and I couldn’t take anymore. Then, he broke one of my ribs with a finger, it pierced through my right lung, and my breathing became hard, blood was flowing in my throat, making it hard not to choke. And he did it again, he began to break my ribs one by one and I could only scream each times. I thought he would never stop, I could sense is arousal on my tight... And I thought it was over, that he would just end it there and kill me. ”

Gohan glanced at Vegeta to see if he would say something. The saiyan prince was shaking in hatred.

“That fucking son of a bitch!”

Piccolo looked even more frustrated, his ki began to rise as he held the child more securely against him, barely crushing him to his chest.

“P—piccolo...” Gohan said, a bit scared by the men’s behaviour.

The Namek automatically stopped and looked down gently at him.

“You look mad at me...” Gohan sobbed, unsure.

“No, we aren’t mad at you Gohan, I would never be mad at you, never.” Piccolo said reassuringly, slightly releasing his hold on Gohan.

“Vegeta, calm down, the last thing we need to do is to overreact.”

“Overreact!? What Kakarott did isn’t even saiyan normal aggressiveness! It’s pure madness! How could he?!”

“I know, Vegeta! Just calm down for the boy’s sake!”

Vegeta looked at Gohan’s scared gaze and went silent immediately, realising that his behaviour wasn’t helping at all. Piccolo sighed, trying to control his own emotions toward it all.

“Do you want to continue? We won’t force you if you don’t want to.” He told Gohan.

Gohan nodded and wiped his tears from his cheeks before beginning again.

“After some time, he turned me around to face him, my vision was only a blur and I couldn’t distinguish the expression on his face. He kissed me, as he continued to break my bones, holding me tight to him. I passed out not long after I guess; I don’t really remember the last minutes. When I awoke, I was on a bed, and he was sitting next to me. The second I saw him, so close to me, I wanted to die, not to have to endure it anymore. His eyes were accusing, I didn’t know what I had done wrong, what I had done to deserve his wrath, and I still wonder why he did all that... What did I do?”

“It isn’t your fault boy.” Vegeta said, trying to sound reassuring.

Gohan gave a weak smile to acknowledge Vegeta’s sympathy and started again.

“Father healed ith ith a senzu bean, though I think it would have been better if he just had let me die there. During the 3 following months, I was so scared of him; I didn’t talk and tried to stay away from him the more I could. Then... it happened again, I was taking a bath and he just joined me. He approached me and I panicked, I tried to get out but I slipped in the water and found myself trapped under his body. He told me he wouldn’t hurt me and that I had to trust him. An—and he touched me again, he played with me, and I could do nothing to stop him. I didn’t want it, but I couldn’t stop him. Soon enough, I couldn’t even talk or think. It didn’t hurt that time, when he took me... I would have preferred it to be painful, but he forced me to enjoy. I’m so ashamed for it, how could I take pleasure in that, it’s insane. Then again, after that, he acted normally, like he had always been, there was still some differences in his temper, but nothing like the past months.
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Gohan closed his eyes and snuggled at Piccolo’s chest, he didn’t want to look at their expressions, he was sure they would hate him after what he just told them, anyway, how could someone accept him after what he had done.

Vegeta had stood up and was walking like a tiger in a cage, thinking about the situation. The Namek stroked Gohan’s hair softly, massaging his back in the same time to soothe him.

“It’s alright Gohan, Goku is dead now, and he can’t hurt you anymore. And I’m here, I’m with you, I’ll protect you.”

Gohan smiled weakly and his exhaustion took the better of him and he began to drift off to sleep slowly. After some minutes, he was soundly asleep in Piccolo’s grasp. The green man then stood up with Gohan in his arms. Vegeta turned to him and made a sign toward the door. They exited silently and Vegeta led them toward his room. They travelled up the stairs and entered a spacious room. Piccolo deposed Gohan on the large bed and covered him with the blankets as Vegeta waited at the door.

“We’ll talk in another place, he needs to rest.” The saiyan said.

Piccolo nodded and followed him out of the room and through other hallways to the living room. They sat in front of each other, thinking a bit before talking. Piccolo made sure no one was around before breaking the silence.

“What the hell got into Goku?”

“He was in rut.”

“Explain your point.”

yan yan males have mating seasons, well it isn’t really a cycle ‘cause it happens only twice for each saiyan. It’s an instinct, when it comes; the saiyan in heat needs to produce an heir, and won’t stop trying until it’s done. It makes the one in heat extremely aggressive against competitors. That weakling Yamcha would come near the woman when I’m in rut and he’d be right dead at my feet in seconds. Understand my point? ”

Piccolo nodded.

“It’s still dangerous even for the saiyan himself, if he isn’t capable to breed in the 2 years following the rut, he might go insane. I think that it is what happened to Kakarott. The kid said Kakarott had told him that his wife had neglected him, that sadistic woman of his must have forbidden him to have sex with her. Then, he turned to the only one available around to bear him children, his own son.”

Piccolo gritted his pointed teeth in anger.

“And that bakayarou waited to be in another dimension so we couldn’t interfere!”

Vegeta was preoccupied and his face didn’t dismiss it.

“What’s the matter Vegeta, is there something else?” Piccolo asked.

“Yes, I’m thinking of who will keep the baby… He’s too far along now to abort it.”

“I didn’t think of that...”

“Gohan’s too young to do it, I can’t, because the woman will ask where the brat comes from and there’s no way in hell I’m going to tell her that saiyan males can get pregnant. It’s the same for Kakarott’s woman; she’ll turn crazy if she learns even a word of it. We’re in deep shit.”

“.…… I will keep it.” Piccolo said, unsure of himself.

Vegeta looked at him like he had grown another head and chuckled lightly.

“You? Do you even know anything about babies?”

“I’m very serious Vegeta! Anyway, I’m the only one available to raise it.”

Vegeta stopped his snickering but looked at him amused.

“And if it’s girl, what will you do?”

“I’ll just have to adapt.”

“I ly ily imagine you changing diapers and preparing meals, but you’re right, you’re the only one who can take care of it.”

“Since I don’t have a house, I’ll just go to Kami’s lookout if Dende is willing to.”

“Alright.”

“Vegeta... how will Gohan give birth?”

“By an operation, that’s all. Just got to open his stomach and take the baby out.”

“You know how to do that thing, don’t you?”

“Of course I know, who do you take me for?! I’m not just a stupid fighting machine.”

Piccolo gave a ghost of a smile and stood up to leave, knowing there was nothing to say anymore about it.

“I never thought I would say that to you one day but, thank you.”

“What for?” Vegeta asked, surprised.

“For helping Gohan through all this, it must be so hard for him.”

“Don’t think too much of me Namek, I’m only helping because the brat is half-saiyan.”

“If you say so...”

“Don’t fuck with me! And I mean it.”

“Alright, alright, don’t get all cranky about it.”

“Whatever, I’ll pass by his house tomorrow to explain what’s going on to him, he deserves to know everything about Kakarott’s behaviour. And he needs to know some things to help himself in his pregnancy.”

Piccolo arched a brow at that last sentence and looked down at the saiyan suspiciously.

“You seem to know about that matter pretty well, how is that?”

“None of your business! Now just get the brat and leave!” Vegeta said with a harsh tone before standing nd wnd walking pass the Namek and out of the living room.

Piccolo just shrugged and walked back to Vegeta’s room, where they had left Gohan. After passing through many hallways and up the stairs, he arrived before the door he was searching for and entered silently. He walked to the bed’s side and watched the sleeping half saiyan with a compassionate smile. His hand reached for Gohan’s naked tummy and he caressed it softly.

~ I swear to take good care of you and the little one you’re carrying ~

He thought as he made another shirt appear on the boy’s torso. He then took him in his arms, trying not to wake him up. Piccolo turned to the opened window and took off through it, flying toward Gohan’s house. Half the way there, Gohan opened his eyes and looked up, confused.

“Where are we?”

“I’m taking you back to your house.”

“Oh, alright.” He said, snuggling to Piccolo’s chest.

“Piccolo...”

“What?”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have fathfather...”

“Gohan, don’t be sorry, it isn’t your fault.”

“I feel safe with you.” He whispered, changing the subject.

Piccolo smiled at him and Gohan began to purr against him in comfort, before falling into sleep again.

~ Strange, I didn’t know saiyans could purr. ~

Not long after, Piccolo reached the little house’s front yard and walked to the door with the still asleep child in his arms. The namek knocked on the door and took a step back as the door fopenopen, barely knocking him to the ground. The man sighed in despair as Chichi glared at him for Kami knows whatever reason. He guessed that the woman was upset that her son was snuggled to him since she didn’t like him at all. Why she didn’t like him? Well, he wasn’t `normal` he thought.

“What did you do to my son?!” She barely screamed.

~ Damn it, not again, it’s about the hundredth time she asks me that! ~

“He was exhausted after a spar and I decided to bring him back while he was making a nap! Now shut the hell up or you’ll wake him!” He spat out as he tossed her to the side and walked in the house.

He didn’t even turn back to see the dark stare she was giving him as he walked toward Gohan’s room.

“What are you doing?!”

Her screeching voice stopped him. Without looking at her he just opened the door.

“I’m going to let Gohan on his bed if you don’t have a problem with that.” He answered sharply before stepping in and shutting the door behind him.

He walked to the bed and laid Gohan on it gently. The namek then left by the opened window, not wanting to risk another encounter with Chichi. He closed the window behind him and took off toward Kami’s lookout.


To be continued