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Out of Sight, Out of Mind	By : Asper Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1972 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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own nor am I affiliated with the owners of Dragonball/Z/GT.
The characters remain the property of their original creator(s). I simply
borrowed them and abused them (O.o!)

I make no
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Author�s Note:

A big, huge, thank you to everyone who reviewed
the prologue of the story! emudii, Foxxy Jones, Dragon, bulma90_13, Zofo, Susie Q, and Chichicken, you all made my day :D. It makes me smile that you enjoyed it enough to let
me know. As for your questions... well you'll find out soon enough, but I will
reveal that there are 2 additional pairings (that include raunchy imagery) I
haven�t mentioned in the summary.

This
chapter is a bit slow; I had to completely re-characterize Android 10 because I
made him a bit too� controversial, I think. This ultimately resulted in a
revision of practically everything, but the story skeleton is pretty sound now
so it should be ok *sweatdrop*. So yeah, the next chapter
will be better, and in the third things will really take off. I promise.

This fiction
will take place over 7 days in addition to a prologue and epilogue. This entry
covers the first day.

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Out of Sight, Out of Mind

--Day One--

Android 17
stirred, groaning slightly as he regained consciousness. As his ki returned to him and awareness began to flood his mind,
he carefully deduced that he had been unconscious for at least 12 hours. It
also occurred to him that he was underwater; thankfully, he had not needed to
breathe, being an android. With a tangible sense of urgency, his eyes snapped
open and his body began to faintly glow with the light of his energy.

The room to
which he had gained entry hours before had changed drastically. It had filled
entirely with the clear, cold water of an underground lake, which had also
resulted in the flooding of the old command room he had explored earlier. The
moon and the stars adorned the sky with a faint, majestic light, barely visible
in the pale glow of the hour before dawn. There was not a single cloud to
divert the light, making the pool of water shimmer dimly, an ethereal
reflection of the world.

Android 17,
however, had noticed none of this. Another thing about this room that had
changed was that the large pod in the centre of the room had split in two, and
what had resided within the pod now floated a mere 3 feet in front of him.

A slim
young man, no older than Trunks, floated in the still waters, gazing carefully
at Android 17 with a slight smile on his face. Like Android 17, he was clearly
once a human, though he was now far further from it than his more recent
counterpart. His nails and irises seemed to be made of liquid mercury, glowing
faintly in the light against his pale skin. His hair looked to be made of
mercury as well, each strand flowing with the gentle current while reflecting
the stars. He wore simple, loose fitting blue jeans and a charcoal sleeveless
shirt. His hands, forearms, and feet were wrapped with silver-coloured gauze drifting lazily in the water, each wrist
fitted with a silver Red Ribbon Army logo. His features were delicate and
refined, more like Androids 17 and 18 than the other androids of his
generation.

Android 17
could not describe the feeling he experienced as he took in the sight. His
first reaction was to destroy the other Android, sensing that it was physically
no stronger than a normal human. However, he found he could not bring himself
to raise a hand against the other, despite his best efforts. The other
android�s smile widened as a voice materialized in Android 17�s mind.

//Hello,
brother.//

Android 17
did not even bother trying to speak. He was underwater, and this strange
android seemed to be capable of communicating without words. Instead, he
directed a simple question at the boy, not surprised when he received a
response.

//My name
is Android 10. I am the prototype of father�s Hive Mind project.//

Android 17
blinked in confusion, more at the tone of his �voice� than what he had actually
said. Android 10 sounded almost patient, dreamy, and na�ve, a far cry from the
other androids of his cohort.

//The Red
Ribbon Army commissioned me as a last resort. When father designed me, he had
already created 9 androids, and had planned to make 10 more. After Android 8�s
unfortunate rebellion he felt that a more direct link to his creations was
required. I understand you and your sister have demonstrated just how dire that need was.//

Android 17
paled visibly as Android 10 tilted his head slightly, his molten irises flowing
faster with excitement. He extended his gauze-wrapped hands, gripping Android
17�s face gently.

//Calm yourself, brother. You are not my mission. I exist to bring peace to this
world, as father intended.//

With that,
7 round silver devices, each the size of a large dog, floated upwards from the
floor beneath them. Gleaming in the pale light, their surfaces comprised
entirely of mercury, they spun lazily in the water before Android 10 closed his
eyes, bidding them farewell as they shot into the sky.

Android 17
did not need to ask what they were, his connection to the newly awoken Hive
Mind providing him with the answer before he could even consider it. Panicking,
he tried in vain to blast one, his attempt thwarted easily by the Hive Mind
before he could even muster the ki. Android 10 opened
his eyes as weak ribbons of energy began to flow lazily around his body,
happily absorbing the growing light.

The boy
released Android 17�s face and touched his cheek lightly.

//The worst
has come to pass, and there is much work to be done.//

Leaving
Android 17 fighting to remain conscious as sleep once more assaulted his mind,
Android 10 floated out of the water and onto what remained of the roof, gazing
happily at the rising sun. Pale streams of light poured over misfit clouds in
the East, bathing them in blue, pink, and gold as the Earth slowly came to
life, greeting another day. Taking one last look at the sunrise, Android 10
diverted his gaze in the direction of Satan City,
energy ribbons drifting lazily behind him as he took to the sky.

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�Piccolo?�

The large Namek smirked slightly as his pupil softly addressed the
back of his head. After all these years, the boy was still afraid to disturb
him during his morning meditations. Turning his head slightly, Piccolo lowered
his floating form to sit on the ground beneath him.

�Hey, kid.�

Gohan
smiled and walked forward, sitting down beside Piccolo and taking in his
surroundings. This was his teacher�s favourite place,
and there was a time when coming here would light his face in joy. Behind him,
the vibrant colours of an autumn forest gave way to
grass, the grass to sand, and the sand to the sparkling water at his feet.
Before him, a large waterfall whispered secrets to no one as the water flowed
over the rocks, shining in the sunlight and sending a fresh scent into the air.
The smell was invigorating � the power of the falls, the life of the forest,
the crisp autumn air � it reminded Gohan of Piccolo.

Gohan
closed his eyes as he spoke.

�Videl and I have separated for a while.�

Piccolo
said nothing, merely turning to look at the Saiyan.
He had left his glasses in the world he left behind, leaving nothing to hide
the dark circles that had fallen under his eyes after he married Videl, never having the opportunity to leave his face. His
form seemed tired, burdened; but he had come here for a reason.

�I�m not gonna stay with Mom, she�ll just side with Videl and scream. No one else knows we split up, we decided
to just keep this between us for now.�

Piccolo
grunted. That was probably Gohan�s idea, and was
probably a good one.

�I can�t
stay with Bulma, everyone would find out if I did. I
might go stay with Dende. He�s always telling me I
should visit more often. Unless��

Piccolo
tensed as Gohan turned and moved closer to him,
bringing his face closer to his. Gohan stared through
lidded eyes at his mentor, drawing breath and speaking almost in a whisper.

�Unless I just stay here
with you.�

Piccolo
tried not to allow any expression to flood to his face, desperately attempting
to retain his composure as he spoke.

�I hope you
don�t mean that in the way I think you do.�

Gohan
leaned forward and, before Piccolo could object, pulled him into a deep kiss.
Their lips met as their faces burned hot with lust, both wrought with desire.
Piccolo tried without much effort to turn away as Gohan�s
hands caressed his hard, green body, one stroking his arm as the other ventured
down his chest. As Gohan slipped his hand under
Piccolo�s shirt, a gasp escaped the Namek, allowing Gohan to enter his teacher�s mouth with his tongue and
deepen the kiss. His hands left Piccolo�s torso as he brought them to the man�s
thighs, kneading his flesh and leaning hard onto the man before him.

Piccolo�s
head swam as memories threatened to dominate his mind. Images of a teenage Gohan visiting one night a few years after the defeat of
Cell flooded his vision, images of the boy on his knees in front of him with
the Namek�s length in his mouth, of the boy moaning
beneath him as he sank into his flesh, crying out his name as the waterfall
roared behind him�

Piccolo
growled as he mustered his strength threw his pupil off him, shooting to his
feet as Gohan fell on his rear, blinking in
confusion. Shaking his head harshly, Piccolo spoke quietly, his voice lined
with venom.

�No. We
can�t do this. Not again.�

For a
minute, they both simply looked at each other as the mist from the falls
drifted between them. The world seemed to forget that they were there, too
enthralled with conducting the melody of birds and insects singing to the skies
with the sounds of water hitting the earth as their eternal metronome.

Gohan
finally broke the silence, rising to his feet with a dejected look on his face.

�Why� Why not?�

�Gohan, I don�t want to hurt you, but you don�t understand
what it�s like to have three people in your head. Two of them don�t feel that
way about you.�

Gohan�s
features softened as he tried to decide how to respond to that, but Piccolo
spoke before he could.

�And all
three of them know that it would be as much of a mistake as the last time.�

Gohan�s
head swam as he tried not to show how much that last statement had hurt him.
Pursing his lips, he glared at the man standing in front of him.

�Is that
really what you think?�

Piccolo
grunted and frowned, closing his eyes as he drifted into the sky.

�I�ll come
visit you on the overlook tomorrow. Try to get some sleep. You look like you
need it.�

Gohan
opened his mouth to object, but his mentor had already disappeared behind the
clouds.

Somewhere
high above the Earth, a smile graced Dende�s lips as
he stood at the edge of his overlook. He did not need to see the object of his
affection to know that he was coming, his power burning hotly in his senses,
igniting his mind with desire. Clouds dissipated and parted quickly as Gohan shot through the billowing canopy, rising from the
earth with power and grace the likes of which the young guardian had never seen
in anyone else.

Landing
before the smaller Namek on the white marble of the
overlook, Gohan�s face was lie, a small grin gracing
his face as he willed his body to look as relaxed as possible while he asked Dende if he could stay.

Fire burned
in the young guardian�s eyes as he smiled triumphantly.

�Of course, Gohan. I�d be happy to have you.�

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Trunks
roared in fury as he attacked his father with everything he had, throwing
punches and kicks faster than a human eye could see. He beat down on the Saiyan man savagely, sweating in excursion as he was
weighed down by gravity several hundred times that of Earth�s.

As if
without trying, Vegeta powered up and smacked the boy
three times before kicking him in the stomach, sending him vaulting across the
room. He turned his nose up at his fallen offspring, his face glowing eerily in
the red light reflected off the metal walls.

�Hn. You need to concentrate better, boy, it�s like you�re not
even trying. Go into a fight like this and someone will blow a hole in your
gut.�

Trunks
glared angrily. He had indeed been trying, though his body had felt strange
today, hypersensitive and hyperactive one moment and sluggish the next.
Besides, just because Cell had turned Mirai into a
human doughnut did not imply that it would happen to him, though his father had
been training him to defend himself specifically against such an attack for
years. One might think that seeing his future son die had affected Vegeta more than he let on. Trunks never considered this
though, thinking the man was just a bastard.

Which, all things
considered, he was. Vegeta grabbed a towel as he
spoke.

�We need to
talk, boy.�

Trunks
grimaced as he retrieved a bottle of water from a small compartment in the
Gravity Room. Talking to Vegeta was almost as bad as
fighting him.

�You and Kakarot�s youngest brat are both coming of age, in Saiyan terms. I can smell it. On Vegetasei,
this would be a time of trial and celebration, and you would be hunting for a
mate right now. It is expected that a prince of Vegetasei
would find a strong female mate and produce an heir when he comes of age.�

Trunks
weighed the options; he could stay silent and hope the sex talk finishes soon,
or he could give his father a lesson about human sexual maturity. Sure, why
not.

�Uh, dad, I
went through puberty, like, six years ago.�

Vegeta
snorted in annoyance.

�I�m not
talking about growing hair in your nether regions and wetting your bed, stupid
boy! I�m talking about you wasting time with Kakarot�s
spawn instead of listening to your instincts, hunting down a strong female, and
fucking her until she gives you a brat!�

Trunks
almost fell over as he choked on the water he was drinking. Vegeta
smirked and closed his eyes.

�Not that
you�ll find a strong woman here. But if you�re lucky you might find a good
fuck.�

This time
he did fall over.

�Dad! I�m
only 18! And don�t talk that way, it�s just... wrong.�

Vegeta
growled deeply.

�Think
about it, boy. When did Kakarot�s eldest brat mate
with the spawn of that giant idiot, Satan?�

Trunks
blinked, not moving from the floor he had fallen on. Gohan
had been 18 when he and Videl had gotten together.
Come to think of it, the stories his mother had told him about Goku implied that he had married Chichi and sired Gohan around that age, as well.

His
thoughts quickly drifted to Goten,
though, as they usually did when the two were apart. It had only been a few
months since they had first been together, and even now it was more of a need,
an urge, or some kind of primal desire than a choice.

The
discussion was interrupted by a door to the right sliding open quickly, causing
the pressure in the room to return to normal as lights switched from a red
afterglow to a soft white. Grinning stupidly at Vegeta�s
colourful string of curses, Goku
strolled into the Gravity Room.

�Hey Vegeta, hey Trunks! Goten�s
in the living room if you wanted to see him.�

Trunks
smiled happily and made to escape the disturbing conversation with his father,
stopped for a moment by a low growl.

�Remember
our discussion, brat. A prince of Vegetasei who does not
find a female mate does not remain a prince of Vegetasei
for long.�

Shuddering slightly at his father�s words, Trunks left the room, leaving
the two Saiyans alone. Goku
laughed awkwardly as Vegeta glared, before
remembering why he had come.

�Oh, Vegeta! I was reading this magazine in the
doctor�s office!�

Vegeta
struggled to keep his temper as Goku pulled a torn
sheet of paper from his pocket.

�Fascinating.�

Goku
handed the paper to him and started babbling excitedly.

�It says
there that this training suit can let you defeat guys without even looking at
them! Maybe we should get some!�

Vegeta
paled and his eye twitched uncontrollably as he read the article, which seemed
to have been endorsed by a female martial artist.

�An
innovation in comfort and style, this new take on underwire technology keeps
both your body and the men around you firmly under your control. Suitable for a
day at the office or a night on the town, the Invisibra
will ensure your conquests in the battles you can�t afford to lose.�

Goku
grinned and balled his fists with excitement as Vegeta
lowered the article, flared his ki and bared his
teeth.

�Kakarot. Have I told you lately how much I hate you?�

�What?�

�Kakarot, you oversized baboon! Never in my life have I met
anyone stupider or denser than you! This is an advertisement for women�s
underwear, you fool!�

Goku took
the ad and eyed it suspiciously.

�I�ve never
seen Chichi wear anything like this. Besides! If it can do all this, maybe we
can learn something from it!�

Vegeta
couldn�t take it anymore. The room began to glow white as transparent flames
began to engulf his body, his hair billowing in the winds his rising energy
generated. Rising his power level almost to that of Super Saiyan
in his anger, he screamed at the confused moron in front of him.

�KAKAROT!
As your prince, I forbid you from training in female undergarments, is that
clear?! Of all the absolutely retarded-�

This tirade
continued for quite some time, echoing through the Capsule Corporation as the
other inhabitants tried to ignore it. After several minutes, Vegeta stopped shouting abruptly, looking at the ceiling.

�You feel
that? There�s someone upstairs with the brats.�

Goku made
a face has he followed Vegeta�s gaze, concentrating
on the energy.

�Wow, whoever
that is must be really strong. It feels familiar though� who is it Vegeta?�

Vegeta
turned to Goku and rolled his eyes.

�Fool, if I
knew that I wouldn�t have brought it up!�

A loud
cracking sound and the shrill scream of Vegeta�s wife
interrupted their musings, however, as Vegeta�s eyes
widened impressively.

�No, that
energy� it�s not possible� how could they all be in the room at once?�

Goku
gasped and mouthed a single word before Bulma
wrenched open the door to the Gravity Room.

�Gotenks.�

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�Goten?�

Trunks
walked into the living room to find his best friend standing at the large
window overlooking West
City. He smiled to
himself. Goten had always liked the city, though he
did not seem to care about the towers or the lights, as most people would. He
used to drag Trunks flying for hours, high above the ground, just watching the
people below them. There was something soothing about the way people lived
their lives in harmony with so many others, coexisting in relative peace as
each one loved, grew, and lived under the shadows of skyscrapers, monuments,
and spires. It made Goten happy, though Trunks could
never quite figure out why, but he never cared. It was one of the things that
made Goten who he was.

The sun sat
low in the sky, sending the shadows of concrete giants sprawling over the
skyline, creating a vibrant contrast of darkness and light. Aircars
littered the sky as their drivers returned from work, and the forests in the
distance displayed their fiery autumn colours proudly
to the sky. The low sun also seemed to wrap its glow around Goten,
basking him in gold as he turned to face his friend.

�Heya Trunks!�

Goten
turned and grinned at Trunks before wrinkling his nose.

�Man, you
stink. Don�t you bathe?�

Trunks
smirked and upturned his nose, mimicking his father perfectly as he threw his
voice.

�I was
training, fool! A true fighter is always ready, even in times of peace!�

They both
laughed at Trunks' rendition of the Saiyan prince. Closing the distance between them, Goten brought his face closer to his friend's, gazing deeply into his eyes. Before he could draw the lavender-haired prince in for a kiss, however, Trunks blushed and pulled away, looking down the hall and ignoring the slightly hurt look on Goten's face. As if nothing had happened, he walked over to a couch and flopped down, quickly joined by Goten. Trunks turned to Goten and spoke.

�So.
What�s up?�

�Not much.
I feel kinda funny though, like I�m getting the flu
or something.�

�Goten, we�re Saiyans. We don�t
get the flu.�

�Oh yeah!
Sweet!�

Goten�s
face brightened, joy flooding his features as though it were the first time he
had heard this information. Trunks rolled his eyes as he playfully punched Goten�s arm, his hand lingering against the boy�s skin a
bit longer than necessary, drawing a slight purr from the younger teen.

�I think I
know what you mean, though. I feel a bit off too, must have been something we
ate.�

Goten nodded,
but it seemed almost as though he was not listening � he looked confused and
started blinking more, as though deep in though. Trunks had not noticed, and
continued.

�So, wanna go somewhere? I was thinking I�d take a quick shower
and then we could go see a movie or go to a club or something, and maybe get
something to eat. I�m starving! I heard that new restaurant downtown was� Goten?�

The smile
quickly faded from his face as he turned to Goten and
found him blinking hard, fighting to breathe, and becoming quite flushed as
fear filled his eyes. He began to sweat and seemed to be unable to focus,
grabbing at the legs of his jeans. Trunks scooted over to his friend and
touched his check lightly, his eyes growing wide as he recoiled from the heat
of his skin.

�Shit!
You�re burning up, I�m gonna get mom, stay here.�

Trunks was
able to find Bulma quickly, her personal laboratory
was not far from the living area. Trunks led her to Goten,
not noticing his own body heat beginning to rise, and glancing worriedly as he
mother knelt down in front of his lover with concern on her face. Goten stared into nothing, sweating and violently clutching
at the legs of his jeans, ripping them at the seams. Bulma
placed her hand on his forehead, worry crossing her graceful features as she
checked his pulse before she stood up to get some ice. She was just about to
leave the room as she heard a loud cracking noise, the colour
draining from her face as she turned in the direction of the sound.

Trunks was
clutching the wall so hard he had cracked it from the floor to the ceiling,
sweating profusely and panting hard. Turning red as his eyes rolled into the
back of his head, he fell to the floor, taking a large piece of the wall with
him. A groan came from both boys as they fell at once into delirium, their
world growing black. Panic consuming her, Bulma
kicked off her heels as she ran down the hall screaming for her parents, for Goku, and for Vegeta, begging
anyone in earshot for help.

Darkness and light danced and
intertwined in a place where nothing and everything existed at once. Warm
breezes and freezing gusts stirred the air, carrying the scent of power and
arousal across the rolling hills and sharp bluffs that adorned the landscape.
The light came from nowhere, a silver haze that illuminated everything and
nothing, always within reach though never close enough to see, shining down on
his glistening body as rain showered lightly from a cloudless sky.

Gotenks lay on the grass under the silver light, the rain flowing over his
chiseled, naked body, the scent of two boys pouring into the air as he writhed
on the ground. His purple and black hair was sprawled across his face and the
ground around him, the spikes too drenched with rain and sweat to protest the
laws of gravity.

He let a low moan escape his lips as
he felt the musculature of his body. He brought his hands slowly over his
perfect chest, feeling the curves of his pecks and the smooth, flawless skin.
He ran his hands over his nipples, squeezing them playfully as a groan escaped
his throat. Moving his hands down, he ran his fingers through the curves of his
well defined abs, down through the smooth purple and black hair surrounding his
aching erection.

Bringing his left hand back up over
his chest, he gripped his length with his right hand, panting at the sensation
as his cock began to leak. Alternating between playing with his nipples and
gripping the skin between his neck and his right shoulder, he began to slowly
stroke his right hand up and down, quickly gaining speed as the slick organ
seemed to weep for more.

With two voices, Gotenks
cried into the darkness around him. For a moment, the world shone brighter than
the sun, dissipating as quickly as it had come to reveal Goten
and Trunks, lost in passion as they kneeled one in front of the other on the
ground, Goten�s head rolling back in happiness as
Trunks kissed his neck from behind and wrapped his hands around the boy in
front of him. The rain began to fall harder as Goten
leaned forward slightly, letting Trunks position himself at his entry, and
slowly push himself in.

Trunks pulled back and pushed
further into Goten, moaning in ecstasy as the boy
tightened around him. He began to thrust harder in and out of his lover, panting
as Goten arched his back and reared backwards into
his lover, pulling him into a sloppy kiss. Another flash of flash of light
engulfed the world, and again the scene changed. Goten
had become Gotenks, who pulled himself from the kiss
and fell to his arms and legs, letting Trunks pound him with everything he had.
Gripping Trunks� thighs, Gotenks pulled the lavender
haired prince harder into himself, smiling as strong hands wrapped around his
chest from behind and the world began to glow brighter as energy seeped from
the pair. The fusion began to growl as Trunks ran him through, the low
vibrations becoming a scream as the world shone violently once more.

Goten was again on the receiving end of this exchange, moaning with surprise
as he was pounded savagely by the fusion behind him. Gotenks
looked down at the boy with a feral grin on his face, bringing his mouth to Goten�s neck and nibbling lightly, stopping every so often
to whisper in his ear. Goten moaned as he grew
closer, the fusion hitting his prostate mercilessly. With one final supernova,
light drowned the world as Goten and Trunks laid once
more on the ground, hoisting themselves up in a one-sided embrace before a few
final thrusts brought them both over the edge, their screams echoing off of
nothing as they came.

The white essence of their seeds
shone on Goten�s body and on the grass around them.
Trunks pulled out of his best friend as Goten fell
exhausted to the ground. His lavender hair sticking to his face, he crawled
slowly over the wet earth, pulling Goten into a deep
kiss as the rain became a torrential downpour, battering the lovers as they
gripped each other�s faces and lost themselves in forever.

With that, the darkness won its
battle, wrapping the boys in inky abandon as the fevered dream came to an end,
and world itself faded to black.

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Android 10
smiled as the third drone returned to him. The sun was setting now, bathing his
new home in golden light, broken only by lonely buttresses and the outline of
saints and angels as stained glass threw shards of coloured
light across the floor. He had chosen to stay in the ruins of an old church in
the mountains outside Satan
City, long since
destroyed in one of the wars that had wracked this planet for generations. The
roof had rotted away entirely and the northern wall had seen much better days,
crumbling under the assault of time. The Android closed his eyes in
contemplation, knowing that accomplishing his goal would ensure that no such
wars would plague this land again.

The silver
drone stopped before Android 10, hovering near his head as he stood in the
centre of the ruins, watching the western sky through the stained glass. The
windows allowed brightly coloured ghosts to dance
over the drone�s molten body as a small golden ball emerged from the mercury.
Android 10 walked over to it, gripping the golden ball, and examining the four
red stars that shone within it.

Walking
slowly out of the ruins, he watched the wind carry fallen leaves across the
land, rolling the dragonball in his hands. Android 10
smiled blissfully, wishing for a moment he could smell the breeze that graced
his home as he held the instrument of their salvation and the sun set into the
mountains.

--End of Day One--

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Day One summary: Android 10 has awoken and has begun
to gather the dragonballs, leaving Android 17 to
whatever fate meets him in the ruins of the Red Ribbon fortress. Piccolo and Gohan appear to have a raunchy past, one that Piccolo does
not wish to see repeated because he sends Gohan to
stay with Dende while he is separated from Videl. Vegeta has revealed that
he has very specific expectations regarding Trunks� mating habits, and remains
somewhat upset with Goku. Finally, Goten and Trunks have fallen quite ill, both experiencing a
fevered hallucination in which they have sex as, and with, Gotenks.

Author�s Note: Yes, I know. I played the dreaded dream
sequence card. But hey, just try to convince me you wouldn�t wanna take a roll in the sack with an adult Gotenks.

I thought
so.

Besides!
It�s completely relevant! You�ll see!
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