Sunrise In Your Eyes

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It was a half an hour after midnight as Gohan walked out of the house from the terrible crime scene still being investigated, only now by the Hercule City Police called in about four hours ago and now arriving by helicopter. He looked at the house, so peaceful and serene as the full moon\'s rays wrapped the globular roof with its silver arms. Gohan felt a lump rise in his throat and began shedding tears again, only this time it was with difficulty.

\"Mother...my only mother, why? Why?!\" Gohan screamed in his thoughts as he fell down to the soft summer grass and cried loudly. \"You were so strict...and yet you still loved me in your own way...why did have to kill yourself?!...” He cried even more, then he got angry and started beating the ground with his fists. He stopped, and wiped away his tears in repulsion. “Oh, what the fuck am I crying about? I can’t dwell on this grievance forever. It’s a waste of time over spilt blood anyway.”

Gohan got up from the ground and went into the forest, trying to forget and move on from the painful memory. He closed his eyes and breathed in the sweet smells of midnight and pine. To him the smells were like endorphins that killed his heartache, and they soothed his broken spirit as they wafted in the summer forest breeze. He walked even deeper into the dense forestry and as he did so he looked up into the sky, seeing the billions of stars twinkle above in the dark overhead of the atmosphere. He continued walking forward, not pausing again, but as soon as he was in the thicket of the forest\'s core, he suddenly got the feeling that he wasn\'t alone. He felt a familiar Ki growing closer, and closer. He looked around, and then kept on going. The Ki got even close, dangerously close. He looked around again, ever so cautiously. Suddenly, a rush of wind blew behind him, and startled he turned around to see what it was, and of course it was none other than Piccolo, staring down at him from a tall mountain rock with his usual thug-like seriousness.

\"Piccolo-san? What are you doing here? You scared the shit out of me sneaking up behind me like that.\" Gohan said in surprise, curious to know why he was there in the first place. Then he took a closer look at his face and saw that Piccolo also had tears running down his shiny green cheeks.

\"Piccolo-san, are those tears...?\"

\"I\'m sorry about your mother, Gohan-chan. It hurts me terribly that you no longer have what you held so close and dear to you. I knew Chi-Chi, from the deep and painful depression, would resort to something as dreadful as suicide. It was maybe her way of saying that she was fed up with it and quit. She wanted to escape the sorrow and sadness she experienced during these past few days. She truly loved Son Goku. But Gohan-chan, I felt the same way as she did those past few days. I too, felt the same pain that she was going through. I wanted to give up and do the exact same thing. \"

\"You\'re still crying for my dad, even a few days after his death?\" Gohan asked, confused and angry at the same time. \"You know, it’s just worthless dwelling on painful memories and events from the past. He\'s dead, and there\'s no turning back time or using the Dragonballs to bring him back. Look, I’m not crying for my dad anymore, because I’ve accepted his death and moved on, and now I have accepted my mother’s death and moved on too. You can only mourn someone for just an accepted period of time, but soon you need to get on with your life and put it behind in the past.”

“Do you not have any sympathy for a broken soul? Some people have more difficulty than others to accept one’s passing. It takes months, or even years for someone to accept it and move on.”

“Yeah, people who are weak.” Gohan snorted. Piccolo tried to ignore the rude comment and sighed in despair.

\"Gohan-chan, I should tell you now why I’m suffering this much and why I’ve had difficulty accepting this. It is time for you to know the true meaning of the bond that Son and me shared before he and your mother ever married on that day of the Tenkachi Budokai. After he destroyed Piccolo Daimao and I was reborn as what I am now, even though at that time I still had my desire to kill him, something unknown deep inside me came to the surface, and I decided to thank him in my own special way.\" Piccolo said, more tears coming down his face.

\"You don\'t mean...? Piccolo, you and Dad were...?\" Gohan gasped.

\"Yes, Gohan. Goku and me were lovers. Not just romance, but sex.\" Piccolo said solemnly. Gohan blinked and blushed deep red, looking down at his feet and trying to comprehend what Piccolo had just said. He looked at Gohan in a different light now and came down from the rock with a leap, and stood in front of Gohan with an affectionate expression in his face. He then lifted Gohan\'s chin with his right hand, and looked very deeply into his eyes.

\"Gohan-chan... When I look at you right now as a grown man, you look too much like your father, and it brings me heartache. You look so much like Son Goku in your eyes alone. To me, you are like the clone of Son Goku himself to keep alive for years to come. If I could summon Shenron right now, I would wish to have one last moment with him before he went back to the Other World, but I wouldn\'t need that. Do you know why...Gohan-chan?\" He said softly, stroking his cheek and nearing his face.

\"W-Why...?\" Gohan nervously shivered at Piccolo\'s touch, so tender and warm to him.

\"Because...I want to spend that moment with you...Gohan-chan...\" Piccolo sighed, and prodded his tongue through Gohan\'s lips and softly massaged the silken and candy-sweet chops with his own, sucking and licking in between each supple kiss. Gohan gasped a little in surprise as he felt Piccolo\'s warm and wet tongue touching his own as he was exploring his hot, moist cavern, then he roughly pushed Piccolo away and wiped off his lips with the back of his right hand in disgust.

“Gohan-chan...!” Piccolo gasped from his harsh reaction.

“How dare you take advantage of me like that! You just want to use me as your sex toy because you haven’t put your memories of my dad behind you. You’re the one who has no sympathy or feelings!” Gohan yelled at him.

“Gohan, listen to me, I’m serious! I want to spend my time with you!” Piccolo said, trying to calm him down by resting his hands on his shoulders.

“Let go of me, you sick bastard! Stop it, I don’t want to have sex with you!” Gohan yelled again as Piccolo pushed him against a tall tree trunk. “Let go of me right now! I don’t want to lose my virginity to a fucked-up, raping fag like you! Let go, now!!”

“Gohan, just listen to me. Please, just listen...!” Piccolo calmly whispered, trying to hold him against the trunk.

“I HATE YOU, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!” Gohan screamed, finally getting his left hand free and slapping him hard across his cheek. Piccolo let go of Gohan at that moment and landed hard against the ground. Gohan breathed in angrily, rubbing the palm of his hand, stinging from the blow he impacted. “Until you get the shit in your head organized, you better leave me alone and don’t come near me.” He hissed, and began running back home.

“G-Gohan...chan.” Piccolo murmured as more tears slipped down his cheeks.