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

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

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

Chapter word count: 8393

Type: Yaoi (aka slash), mentions of het

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

Genre: Drama

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

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

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

Rating: NC-17, not suited for minors

Beta: rdk (Thank you!) [With some handy input from Pixelgoddess! Thank you, too!] And a third to add to the list (yes, I take that much looking after) – Thank you Iuvenes!

The better summary I promised – After Tarble’s journey to Earth to request his brother’s help, Vegeta realizes there are more ice-jin (and their allies) in space to be dealt with. Both Vegeta and Goku go into space to help Tarble and the saiyans.

An Alliance of other planets and species has managed to come together in order to keep the ice-jin from ever having the same prominence they once had in the universe. After some time in space, Vegeta realizes saiyans want to do things their own way. After Bulma sends him his own spaceship, he recruits as many saiyans to his ship as possible, with his brother’s help.

Goku doesn’t agree with Vegeta’s method of going outside the Alliance and uses this as an excuse to move off Vegeta’s ship – although the tension that has come between them was a big part of his decision to move, also. Now he is stationed on a training ship, hoping he can be the first actual saiyan most aliens meet, and maybe remove some of the stigma of saiyans.

In the mean time, Gohan finished college on Earth and decided that he too would like to help Tarble. Videl is angry at Gohan’s decision to follow his father into space and breaks up with him before he leaves. Now a bachelor, Gohan joins the Alliance’s Academy, determined to do things the ‘right’ way, and not the easy way – which would be to join Vegeta on his ship.

Years into the conflict and many experiences later….

Chapter 1

“I’d like to say welcome aboard Gandlan, but as you can see,” the lieutenant addressing them looked up and around at the red flashing lights causing the walls around them to turn a dark brown from their normal color – whatever that may be. “We’re in a bit of a situation at the moment.” The comment received a couple of grim chuckles from some of Gohan’s classmates who had very little or no actual combat experience. Sub-Lt. Gohan – or ‘Mokawa’ as the Academy insisted his name should be spelled (and therefore no one pronounced it correctly the first time) – didn’t find the silent alert the least bit amusing. Chances were his father was a big part of why the ship was on alert.

“If you gentlemen will follow me, I’ll show you to your temporary quarters.” Most of them were more than willing to get settled, knowing this would probably be their last break for months to come; too bad the trip had been spent on a small ship where a person could barely find personal space.

Gohan wished to go to the bridge immediately. It was surprisingly easier to keep up with the conversation than he feared it would be – the language spoken by the man addressing him was alien to his ears even after years of study. He was saved from making his first demand in the same language by an aide rushing through the tunnel, the person’s booted footsteps echoing off of the grated, metal floor, announcing his or her approach seconds before the group laid eyes on him.

The short, brown man, dressed in a black alliance uniform, didn’t waste time once he stopped. “Lt. Genek, Captain Jadus has requested all of the shielders in this group to the bridge immediately.” Two of Gohan’s traveling companions deflated at this statement, handing over their gear to teammates to follow the agitated aide. Gohan dropped his bag into the first set of outstretched hands he came across. Most of these men did not see him as an equal or a friend, but they respected him. If only because he refused to let his past influence his future. Most of them didn’t know what that past was, but since he’d claimed to be full saiyan they all made up their own minds as to how bad ‘Mokawa’s’ past must have been.

The aide, his two classmates and Gohan left the tunnel connecting them to the small carrier ship that had brought them aboard into a much larger hall – Gohan still had a difficult time not thinking of it as a tunnel. Once they reached the wider walkway they were at a dead run. After so many years at the academy Gohan didn’t find it strange the others were almost as fast as he was on foot. It had been an eye opener to realize that out in space it wasn’t saiyan to human ratio; there were a whole lot more species closer to normal saiyan strength.

The sandy-feathered shielder with them spoke as they ran. “What do you thinks going on, Ruel?” The shorter dark-haired man shook his head, indicating he didn’t know. Gohan didn’t bother to respond. They’d find out soon enough. They stuck to the portion of the tunnel marked clearly for folk moving as quickly as they were. If Gohan had time to reflect on it, the markings would have reminded him of the bicycle lanes on streets in the bigger towns on Earth.

The buzzers were off in the bridge as well as they all came piling into the circular bridge of the ship. “Captain Jadus….” The eerie silence allowed Gohan to pick up on the excited buzz energy between people and the quick tapping of fingers against keymats in order to keep the most up-to-date data on the screens. He decided Gandlan must be an older ship if it hadn’t been outfitted with some of Bulma’s new programs and bots – or possibly someone’s personal ship that couldn’t handle the upgrades.

“I need the strongest of you strapped in on the bridge now!” The Captian didn’t even turn to look at whom he was addressing; his attention focused solely at the data screens surrounding a wide screen of space. Gohan dropped his jacket as quickly as possible as the other two shielders stepped back. He tried not to make a judgment call based solely on the Captain’s looks – he would be seeing all shapes, sizes, backgrounds and species of people while in space. Just because someone resembled a black and yellow gecko didn’t mean they were going to be as docile as one.

Aides on the bridge were already strapping him in as the Captain gave his next order. “Aide Rhinos,” he finally turned to the man that had led the small group to the bridge – whose rough skin was the only thing that slightly resembled what Gohan thought his name basis would indicate. The Captain frowned as he continued; “I need one nestled into the living quarters and the other the warehouses. Go.” As his classmates were led back out into the tunnel the Captain turned to Gohan. “Your timing is welcome. My senior shield officer ran into critical seconds after you landed – as a matter of fact I think it was having to open a spot for your ship to come through that made him pass over. Your experience?”

Gohan grimaced. “Only simulations, Captain.” He knew it wasn’t what anyone on the bridge wanted to hear at the moment. He wondered where the rest of the shielders were if the bridge officer was down – someone should have been able to take over. There shouldn’t have been a need for a newbie on the bridge in the first place. Wide-eyed looks were passed among many of the crew that had been close enough to hear his response. He was strapped into place as a precaution – shielders in general weren’t very good on keeping tabs of what was going on in their immediate environment – most of their consciousness got sucked through the vacuums along with their ki. He relaxed a little as it seemed whatever confrontation they were going to have would be short – the aides weren’t attempting to put a catheter in him.

“What the hell are you doing?” a voice Gohan hadn’t heard in several years came over the COM; rougher, coarser language, but certainly identifiable – even when speaking a foreign tongue.

“Roma went down…”

“Yeah, well, I can see you from here. You look like Moab in the middle of space. Get someone nestled into the shield unit now! I don’t care if it’s someone with no talent. It’s too late to make them believe we have nowhere to run to.”

Gohan may not have actual experience, but he planned to show them he had some merit nonetheless. He placed his fingers into the ki receptors, teeth clenching as he had to hold back what the vacuums were trying to pull from him so he wouldn’t over load them. Not the average problem – nuclear reactors would run out of energy before he did – at least if he got regular meals.

“Holy shit! Who do you have in there? Tell them to tone it down; it looks like the ship’s gone nova! They are going to burn themselves out before they even get to defend against anything.” That was the last of what Gohan heard before he was using all his internal senses for reading ki currents. He reduced the flow, hoping they no longer shone like a beacon in space. That was one talent he still needed to learn. Good shielders were said to be able to make ships blend into their surroundings – that would be an advantage to the Gandlan, which had been painted the color of rust before it had been commandeered for this intergalactic war. The best shielders could hide whole planets – Gohan knew he had a long way to go before he became that good. It was one occupation when power could be outdone by finesse.

Electrical force fields may be good for material weapons and detonators, but they did nothing against ki blasts. As far as Gohan knew, Bulma was still working on the Red Ribbon tech that had allowed the androids to deflect ki, but until she figured out the science behind it, most Alliance ships were reliant on ki shielders. Ki shields could defend against both – if strong enough.

A short time later he felt Jake and Ruel mesh up against him – surmising they’d managed to get locked in to the living and warehouse portions of the ship. Ruel was steady – much as what his profile said he would be. Jake was a bit shakier, but Gohan had worked with him more closely and had been expecting his classmate’s nervousness. Gohan lent a calming thread - Steady. - he charged against their boundaries in a code modified from something the equivalent of alien-mores code long before Gohan had joined the academy. Jake responded back - Thanks. -

- Here comes - he sparked against both edges as he felt the first ki blast headed towards them. Energy blasts were more difficult to detect – similar to what he’d dealt with while fighting against the androids, but at least now he knew what to sense for. Both Ruel and Jake acknowledged, knowing he’d feel ki energy coming before they did. This one would be big – probably not the biggest, but enough to test their shielding. He didn’t bother to wonder why they weren’t aiming at the tiny ship he managed to catch glimpses of on the wide screen. His father would be able to shield against a dozen ships the size of the one following him and still fly the ship.

“Dude, he’s shielding with his eyes open. That’s creepy,” one of the monitoring aides next to Gohan spoke to the other.

“Ssssssh! Don’t distract him.” The second aide on watch snapped back. This person was the only thing between them and who knew what kind of firepower.

Captain Jadus continued to scowl at the screens in front of him. The one ship that had been following Kakarott had been joined by two more. There were probably others either waiting to cut off Kakarott’s ship from escape and when that didn’t happen, they’d join this fight. He hoped Kakarott had retrieved data that was worth this. “They are coming in too hot sir!” One of his corporals informed him.

“Slow down, Kakarott. You’re going to punch a hole through us…”

“This cruiser is fucked any way. Get Merlo into the medical lab so I can lock onto her ki; I’m going to transmit us there. Communicate with nova-novice they are going to have to set up for a physical collision. I’m certain they have enough power to shield against it.”

A tiny blip of ki closer to Gohan than Ruel or Jake sparked against Gohan’s awareness. - Hear? -

Gohan returned the equivalent of a ki frown and responded to the aide communicating with him, - No. - he lied. He was surprised he was conscious of anything outside of shielding, but his father’s voice managed to come through loud and clear – in his limited experience, that wasn’t normal.

- Physical collision come fast. Set up. - Gohan acknowledged even though he was already in the process of increasing the density of his shield.

Gohan wasn’t certain how long he was nestled in after that. He felt the physical hit as well as the ki onslaught that followed – he could tell by the individual signatures that they were from more than one person, if not from how many ships. Both Ruel and Jake held up strongly, but when the fight was over he felt their shields come down and then other people he wasn’t familiar with replaced them. He was left in the company of the strangers for a while. Then there was a lack of sensation as aides removed his fingers from the ki vacuums without warning. “You’re being relieved,” one of the stations aides notified him. He didn’t recognize the woman from before he went into trance – which confirmed he’d been there for quite some time.

“Oh. Um, thank you,” Gohan didn’t think he was supposed to have noticed the slight frown on the woman’s face. He rubbed his wrists as he stepped out of the shield unit, accidentally bumping into someone. “Oh, sorry!”

A blue skinned alien, taller and thinner than Piccolo, looked down at him without notable expression. Gohan held out his hand after the other had done so. Three blue fingers were held barely above his palm. - Don’t let them get you down. They were lucky to have you when I failed. -

Gohan blinked at the amount of information passed on by ki charges. Most folks kept it simple. - As a telepath, most people can’t hear me. I’ve learned to hone this skill. Very useful. Of course, most people don’t have enough skill to read all the subtleties I put into it. I look forward to working with you more closely, Gohan. -

- Thank you. - Gohan returned, wondering if the telepath had used his natural talents to get his name right the first time. Something of his concerned reaction must have shown for the alien continued.

- Your classmate – Jake – explained the Academy’s mix up – he’s a very talkative fellow. Just because I can’t speak, doesn’t mean I can’t hear.-The tall alien bowed before stepping into the unit Gohan had vacated. The unit adapted to the alien’s different stature, vacuum cylinders moving up and the padding inflating more to surround his slighter frame. Gohan reached his hand back out as the alien did. - Roma, by the way, since the aides are too distracted to introduce us properly. -

- Glad to meet you, Roma. - Big, midnight blue eyes blinked at him as Roma placed his hand against the vacuum cylinders.

Gohan turned as his jacket was pressed up against his shoulder. “What did ya think about that?” Jake grinned at him. The look took some getting used to – beaks weren’t designed for smiling, at least as far as Gohan was concerned.

Gohan groaned. “I need more practice; I feel spaced out.”

“I know what you mean. Took me a bit to get my coordination back. I’m surprised you’re on your feet so quickly. Heck, whom am I kidding? You’ve got enough power to do that and then some. You could have covered the whole ship. Come on, I’ll show you the room they gave you.” Gohan nodded as he followed Jake off the bridge.

“Thank you, but I won’t be hanging around long. I want to see someone…” he wasn’t certain how many people knew he and ‘Kakarott’ were related, nor did he want to use the relationship as leverage.

“Oh-ho…got a lady friend on board? Does your mate know?” Jake winked at him.

Gohan laughed. “No to either.” Jake was from one of the few bird species (at least that’s what Gohan would think of them as) that didn’t mate for life. It was nice to have someone to talk to about those sorts of things that didn’t look at him as more of a sexual freak than Gohan knew most aliens thought of mammals – saiyans being a special class all on their own. Although Gohan knew Jake hadn’t completely understood when he had told him that Videl and he weren’t mates. Videl hadn’t been happy about his decision to go into space for who knew how many years and called off the wedding plans. His mother hadn’t been very happy about that – and neither had Goten, when Chichi had started setting him up on dates with what she considered appropriate women.

“Then…”

“Just something I’ve got to do, okay?” Gohan frowned. Jake was a nice guy and all, but sometimes he didn’t know when he was being annoying.

Jake shrugged his shoulders and led the way without saying another word. This was part of what kept everyone from really liking Gohan – the part where they were being kept out of something. Of course, he couldn’t really blame the saiyan – he knew it had bitten Gohan hard a couple times he’d tried to be more open. “I can’t wait to get out of these boots!” he complained instead, hoping to get a similar complaint out of his mammal companion.

Gohan didn’t say anything. The boots weren’t anything like the training gear he used to wear on Earth – not comfortable, but certainly not as heavy. Neither of them expected the Captain to be in the new recruits’ area when they got there. Gohan’s shoulders slumped as soon as he saw the black-with-yellow-spots reptilian. “Gohan, Jake. I’ve already had time to talk with Ruel. I’d like the opportunity to speak to both of you privately.” The Captain cleared his throat, “Gohan, you first…”

“I don’t know which is my room, Sir…”

“That one,” Jake pointed out helpfully.

“Thanks,” Gohan said, keeping a dry edge out of his voice. He stepped up to the door in front of the room indicated, frowning when it didn’t open.

“They are manual on this ship. Too many failures in emergency situations,” the Captain spoke from behind him.

“Oh.” Gohan felt like a jackass. He caught Jake making a face at him before he stepped into his room, the Captain following behind.

The captain waited until after he shut the doors before he began. “I hadn’t realized who you were until Jake started talking on the bridge. Welcome aboard, Gohan,” he said. Jadus had thought it was weird another saiyan was being assigned to his ship – most went directly to Prince Vegeta’s ship. When he’d read the roster with the Alliance’s spelling of Gohan’s name he hadn’t associated the name with Kakarott. He had to guess that if Kakarott hadn’t said anything about it then the powerful saiyan hadn’t realized who ‘Mokawa’ was either.

The following conversation wasn’t anything Gohan hadn’t been expecting. He’d done okay, but needed a lot of practice before he would be used in battle situations again. For the time being that meant shielding in non-combat situations. Gohan nodded politely, but couldn’t keep his antsiness to himself for long.

“I’m certain you want to see your father as soon as possible,” the Captain guessed the cause for Gohan’s fidgeting behavior. “You might want to give him a couple hours before you do.”

“What? Why? Um…Sir?” Gohan asked.

“I am certain you were trained that some soldiers are affected by battle situations in different ways,” Captain Jadus began.

“Battle field psychology? Yes, Sir?” Gohan acknowledged.

The Captain cleared his throat. “Well, your father, saiyans in general, have a different spin on battle lust…”

“Oh, I know what he’s like during a battle. Like he can’t get enough of it,” Gohan nodded, thinking he understood everything the Captain was trying to warn him about.

“No, I meant…how should I say this? I meant the lust after a battle,” the tokek emphasized.

Gohan frowned. “You mean he wishes to have sex?” He couldn’t help but think about his parents’ marriage. Did the Captain mean his father was being unfaithful? He didn’t think his father would be subject to such instinctual reactions to battle stimuli. He hadn’t seen evidence of it when he was a kid, and there hadn’t been much occasion after Buu to incite such a response.

“I know it’s not something anyone wishes to hear, but yes,” the Captain stated. The officer knew it was a bit of an understatement on the young man’s part, but yes. Normally he would have left this to one of the aides to explain, but most of them were prejudiced against saiyans to begin with – he didn’t know what kind of twist they would put on the facts. Despite the fact Kakarott had proven his usefulness and willingness to help in this ongoing war, there was still a huge taint on the saiyan race from their alliance with the Cold Empire – even if most of them had been destroyed because of the same alliance.

“Oh…” Gohan wasn’t certain his brain was ready for this information with the aftereffects of being in a real battle-shielding situation. It was a lot to wrap his mind around when it didn’t feel like he was already spread too thin.

“Now I need to see to Jake. Take care, Gohan. You’ll have a day to recover and learn your way around the ship. By then someone will have figured out a training regimen for this new group.” Gohan’s eyes narrowed as the Captain made a convenient retreat. He’d planned it so he had an excuse to leave quickly after delivering his news – not that he blamed the man.

Gohan sighed as he dug through his pack and pulled out a capsule. He couldn’t wait to give this gift to his father. It wasn’t only rumor chocolate was at a premium out here on the battle lines. He’d seen pandemonium break out over a chunk half this size on the last station he and his classmates had been on before arriving here.

Minutes ticked on and he growled to himself with impatience and reasoned with himself he still needed to find his father’s room. He surmised he could use the computer system to find a map of the ship and then locate his father’s room, but he’d be able to get better acquainted with the layout if he was actually walking around. On a ship this size and his father’s ki held low the task could take him some time. He smirked before he left his room, wiping the look off his face before he entered the hall. No one liked seeing a saiyan smirk.

There was just so much going on that he couldn’t help but look around as he went. People – all sorts of people. He knew from his assignment notes this ship was set up with so many different species on purpose. A way to get different groups to work together before going back to ships that were mostly of their own kind. Specialized officers like shielders and ki healers wouldn’t always be of the same species and it was best to get folks used to working with everyone instead of running into problems when their was a crisis. Gohan guessed Roma had to have very good mental shielding as well as being very diplomatic in order to be on this ship – he figured very few people here knew how to keep their thoughts to themselves.

It turned out that with the flashing red lights off the walls were a very uninteresting pale green metal – which was approximately ninety percent of the hallways including the grates that made up the walkways. It wasn’t the classiest ship in the fleet – rumor had it Bulma had gifted a ship unlike any other to Vegeta for the saiyans’ use. He knew for certain the navigation of Ssj Vengeance was unlike any other – he’d helped design it.

Gohan stopped at an intersection that seemed to be directly over the place he faintly felt his father’s ki. He guessed most folks wouldn’t be able to detect it without the aid of scouters – which most everyone was wearing. It seemed his classmates had a huge advantage since he’d been able to teach most of them how to sense ki before being sent on assignment. Of course, he’d probably be wearing one soon, just for everyday communication. Ki sensing was basic knowledge as far as Gohan was concerned and he felt everyone who had the capabilities – he’d learned some species just couldn’t – should know how. He wondered if his father had taught more people…he took a step forward as someone walked into him from behind – more so because he didn’t want them to get hurt. “You’re blocking the hallway, mammal.”

Gohan bowed politely after he settled to his feet. “I apologize,” he said without looking up. Someone showing this much ‘friendly’ aggression was looking for a fight – direct eye contact between some species was considered a challenge.

“Come on Rechi, he’s a newbie, not worth it,” one of Gohan’s aggressor’s companions stated. The same person said something else in a language different than the common tongue.

Rechi spat at Gohan’s feet, missing by a mere centimeter. “And a coward. Let’s get out of here.” The group of colorful – well, gemstones was the only thing Gohan could think to compare them to something similar that may be found on Earth, moved on. He was certain they had a species reference, but that knowledge was something a ki healer would need to know – not a shielder.

Gohan waited until they were a few steps away before heading down the first set of stairs he spotted. He went down several levels before he was certain he came even with the one his father was on. He grimaced at the surroundings. Apparently the grates didn’t do so well in keeping the dirt, and other things, like Rechi’s spit, from finding its way the further you went. Also, there seemed to be a serious lack of cleaning and sanitation personnel on this ship. His mother would have a cow. Gohan didn’t want to think what it would look like if he actually found himself on the bottom floor. Five stories down was bad enough. Why wasn’t his father stationed in an officer’s room?

He could have sworn he had only been standing out in the hallway in front of the door to the room he felt his father in for a couple of minutes, thinking of the possibility of dinner and humming to himself while plugging his ears – after having failed at meditating – before the door abruptly slid open and to his amazement his mother stepped out. “Fine…” the voice changed from his mother’s screeching tone to something lower and rougher. “Oh, I see. It’s about time! I’ve been in there for over two hours.” Gohan watched in amazement as dark hair disappeared and scales began forming over the alien’s skin. The alien seemed to be assessing him as much as he was assessing her. “He always did like mammals better. I hope you know what you are getting into boy,” the alien said as she – it, as a shape-shifter it was difficult to tell what or even if there was a gender he was really facing – tucked her belongings under one arm and then shoved him into the room. “Remember he owes for both of us. Good luck!” The well wish had a bitter edge to it that Gohan interpreted to mean she, it, whichever, didn’t really mean the words.

“What?” he asked before the door slid closed in his face, his last impression of the alien woman was the fact she could be the same species as CO, despite her white and gray scales. He turned back to the interior of the darkened room as he heard a low purr. He stepped cautiously forward before coming to a dead stop, the arousal and musk scents in the room slapping him in the face as though he’d run blindly into a physical wall of it. A ball of nervousness suddenly coiled in his stomach when a silky black shadow appeared in front of the large tinted window to space, framing a split view of the ship’s light rust colored hull – its reflection the only light source in the room – and star-studded, black abyss.

The silhouette of a tail flicked into view, making Gohan wonder if perhaps he’d found a room belonging to a feline-type alien instead of his father’s. The spiky impression of hair vaguely assured him the opaque profile could be his father as the person removed a towel from around their waist and Gohan unconsciously licked his lips at the sight of the proud erection backlit by the ship’s exterior. “Um…Dad,” faster than he thought to react Gohan found himself pressed against what he interpreted in the dark as a counter top.

“Hey…” It was obvious whomever he was dealing with was not in their right mind as his jacket was efficiently removed. A low growl sent shivers down his spine as a warm hand, thankfully without claws, ran up the front of Gohan’s black uniform shirt. He couldn’t help but twitch as hot palms sparked ki over his nipples causing him to gasp before he thought to try to push them away. That was a mistake. This person thought he was challenging - or protesting – which Gohan was, but apparently didn’t care for the resistance as sharp teeth settled against his jugular. Gohan removed his hands from the muscular forearms he had gripped.

“Can we talk about this?” Gohan asked as he tried to keep his head still. A fraction more power with the jaws clamped over his throat was his answer as one shoulder and temple were pressed into a solid object to the side away from the door. “O-okay,” he whispered. The teeth released his skin and then a tongue licked over the stinging flesh; wet, hot, soothing. Gohan clenched his eyes shut, wishing he’d listened to the Captain’s advice and stayed away as his cock reacted to the erotic tongue dancing along his skin. He was lifted decisively onto the countertop. Fingertips snaked their way under the hem of his shirt, hands settling and then squeezing his sides before he was quickly relieved of his shirt. The wet tongue was back – licking its way across his skin, causing him to twitch and shift, the hands gripping his sides keeping him from falling off the narrow counter before a purring mouth latched onto one of his nipples. Gohan barely noticed how hard he smacked his head into the cupboard behind him as pleasure shot through his entire body at the vibrations and heat.

“Hey…hey, slow down, ‘kay?” he groaned as the other growled around his nipple and then gasped and arched as a heavy hand pawed over his erection. “Yeah, I get it, I’m turned on, too.” He reacted reflexively with his hands and gripped the counter top when his thighs were spread as the other’s waist wedged between them. His head smacked back into the metal cupboard again – gentler than before – as his chin was forced up by the top of the other’s head, silky spikes of hair tickling his throat and face before the wet tongue and hot lips were assaulting his adams apple. He let out a shuddering moan as clever fingers removed his belt and slipped his zipper down. Gohan gasped and arched as his erection was freed and pumped by a strong, insistent hand.

Already spun out with his energy reserves stretched too thin by having been in the shielding unit longer than any training simulation. Not eating since he’d arrived. Gohan was in no frame of mind to be dealing with this level headedly. The musky odor and constant, demanding attention were making Gohan dizzy with desire. He whined as the hand stopped pumping him, snapping his head forward with a growling demand of his own. Stopping and watching, mesmerized as he saw golden eyes, a reflection of light from the ship’s hull, and that tongue licking what he figured was his taste from that arousing palm. A throaty, appreciative purr followed the action. Apparently his flavor was acceptable.

When the hand reached between them again he bucked up, hoping for more stimulus, but only found knuckles. His demand was stopped as he could see, aided by the hull’s reflected light, the other licking his fingertip. Then he leaned forward, mouth held slightly open. Gohan leaned down, the two of them breathing the same air for quite a few heartbeats as he hesitated. Then Gohan closed the gap, accepting the tongue thrust into his mouth. Sucking and swallowing what was offered. A surprised hum of approval left him at the taste. He should have been at the least unaffected and at the most repelled by what he knew to be pre-ejaculate. Instead he found it more dizzying than the musky odor filling the room.

Steadying himself by placing his hands on the countertop definitely helped. Gohan was also able to lever his hips above the counter as his pants were pulled down from around them. He sat again and leaned back as his navel was licked while his boots were removed, his pants finding a place on the floor afterward, he was certain. Then he was lifted from the counter, his legs automatically wrapping around the waist of the one supporting, kissing, carrying him. Falling and then bouncing off of a mattress – or something at least soft enough to be. It certainly wasn’t a regulation bed.

His father, and now he could see Goku’s face clearly by reflected light, leaning over him from between his legs. He shut his eyes as their dicks rubbed together before reaching up to close his fingers around both their erections. Maybe…maybe he could stop actual sex from happening – he’d had a couple of partners in the academy that had preferred this to actual penetration. Their reasoning had always been that if there wasn’t actual penetration then it wasn’t sex – and if it weren’t sex then it wasn’t cheating – or whatever this would be considered. That sounded pretty rational to Gohan at the moment. His head thrashed as Goku thrust into his palm, warm, strong fingers closing around the other side, adding enticing pressure. Pressure encouraged him to continue, to end this before it went further. Sounds of Goku’s pleasure causing conflicting emotions within himself – and he was losing.

Losing a battle he wasn’t even aware was being waged until after he’d already lost. Gohan’s hand was pulled away from their union and pinned to the bed moments before he came, his fath…Go…Kakarott’s hand twisting one last time to the head of their cocks before Gohan spilled over with a sharp, short shout – his own odor now combining with his father’s filling the room further. His body shuddered as his muscles began to relax and he opened heavy eyelids, watching as he felt Kakarott slick their dicks with his cum. His eyes clinched shut again as he felt his cock released, slapping wetly against his lower stomach, and then Kakarott’s erection pressing against his asshole. He tried to relax as much as possible – he’d had practice with partners that would normally not be able to penetrate him – knowing it was still going to hurt. He only realized now that losing to Kakarott in the jerk off had basically given his father dominant status – the right to do as he wished as far as what little reasoning was going on in that saiyan brain of his.

The prediction was correct. A cum sticky hand covered his mouth while he screamed as the other continued to press into him and an elbow managed to pin his flailing arm to the mattress. “You should have come prepared,” a ragged sentence was said somewhere on the other side of Gohan’s closed eyes. The hand covering his mouth didn’t allow him to explain that he wasn’t some substitute for the whore that had left in a scorned hurry. He was given a few moments to adjust, what little good it did (although Gohan reflected it was fairly thoughtful considering Kakarott’s state of mind), before Kakarott started fucking him – slow. He thought that if he had come ‘prepared’ this might have felt great. Somehow it managed to turn from terrible to grim – a wonderful improvement from Gohan’s perspective. He lost himself to a sea of desire and pain when Kakarott started purring around his nipples again.

By the time his body had adjusted so that sex should feel okay his father had sped up considerably. Removed his hand from Gohan’s mouth in order to grab his other wrist. Thrusting in an extremely dominant manner that made Gohan feel like his whole body had turned to jelly with the exception of sparking moments in his gut and behind his eyes. His father was speaking in a mixture of earthling, saiyan and the fleet’s mixed alien language that had been coined as ‘common’. Gohan was fairly certain, from the things he was able to pick out above his own calls, he wasn’t supposed to understand the ‘earthling’. “You’re a very good faker.”   Gohan wasn’t quite certain what it was that he was supposed to be ‘faking’. He certainly wasn’t faking the pleasure he felt at the moment.

Gohan was exhausted once Kakarott finished with him. He wasn’t surprised in the least when he woke some time later, a bedside lamp on that he hadn’t noticed in the dark. He groaned in protest of the light, turning his head in the opposite direction. Even when the mattress sank he didn’t look to see who had joined him. “I didn’t realize you were this young in the dark,” his father’s voice didn’t seem quite so rough now. A finger drew down Gohan’s cheek. “I have a son at home that would be about your age; studying to be a Lt. What’s your name?” Goku didn’t bother explaining that the two looked very much alike – a lot of saiyans had similar features. At least what he could remember of Gohan. Messages like pictures and stuff had to wait until one was at a base; you didn’t go broadcasting your whereabouts to the enemy for family photos. Of course, Goku couldn’t recall the last time he’d managed to take some time off to find a base – a year or two at least, and then, there hadn’t been any recent photos of his oldest son.

Goku vaguely remembered this one saying ‘Dad’ when he’d first entered the room. Maybe it was some sort of kink this one liked to play. Goku guessed he wouldn’t mind playing along if this whore could manage to keep his mouth shut about it. Of course, in his profession, it was probably bad for business if he couldn’t learn when to use his mouth for what – and that meant when to keep it shut.

Gohan opened his eyes and stared at the pillow next to him. “Ah, sorry. Not one to talk after the deed, huh?” Goku cleared his throat as he gazed down at the extremely smooth skin, gorgeous face. The body – he’d had to cover the man with a sheet just to keep his hands off him. “I hope you don’t mind but I checked to make certain you didn’t need medical attention. I seem to recall, vaguely, that you hadn’t prepped – I was afraid I had torn you apart.” Which he had – he’d wiped up the best he could with the ruined sheets and then used some of the gel…and then changed the bedding – the other had slept throughout the whole process.

When Goku still received no response he continued on lamely. “So, strictly business then. How much do I owe you? Neles isn’t going to be happy, but I’d like you to be her replacement. I don’t know where you came from, but she wouldn’t have been able to handle half of what you took…” Goku knew he was just rattling on now – he’d never been all that great with after sex talk. Usually it was the professional’s job to make their customers comfortable enough to want to return.

“Gohan,” Gohan said quietly. He had seriously thought about giving a false name and finding the quickest assignment off of this ship as his father had continued to talk, but in the end he couldn’t. He could feel hot tears forming in his eyes. Angry with his father for not recognizing him and confused about the pride that wouldn’t allow him hide his identity even in these circumstances.

“What?” Goku blinked.

“Y-you asked my name,” Gohan sighed as burning tears finally escaped when he turned back towards the light and the man sitting next to him – still naked, hair and tail damp, probably from having taken a shower. “Gohan.” It was obvious his father hadn’t recognized him and still didn’t. He didn’t think he’d changed that much in the last seven years.

“Yes, that’s my son’s name. If you’re telepathic you really need to learn to read people better before using random thoughts…” this whore liked to play strange games and Goku wasn’t certain he liked them.

“Look at me!” Gohan screamed as he sat up, the sheet falling from his torso to pool in his lap. He’d joined the allied forces because he’d wanted his father’s approval, recognition – something. Not this, but something like what they’d had before Cell. But if it was going to be this then he wanted it acknowledged!

Goku’s stomach clenched tight as his body reacted with appalled tingles. His mouth became dry. “No.” It wasn’t possible. Well, the horrible thing was that it was possible, but things like this didn’t happen. You didn’t have sex with your own son and not know, for gods’ sakes. “No.” Try to pay him like a whore to assuage your guilt for not being able to be faithful to your mate. Want to kiss him silent so he’d stop speaking these dreadfully real things – things which reminded him that some of the reasons he’d left Earth to go to space with Vegeta and Tarble weren’t all about the idea of a new adventure.

Gohan’s forehead dropped to his propped up knees, his forearms coming up over the back of his head. He was twenty-eight for fuck’s sake, he wasn’t going to sob like a child. He sucked in great gulps of air to keep his throat from closing in on itself. Shit happened. If he’d learned nothing else in his entire life, Gohan knew he should expect that as long as he was in the middle of it, some of the strangest shit happened.

“Oh fuck, Gohan –” at least the disbelief had left his father’s voice. Maybe it would have been better to just let him believe…“Why didn’t you stop me?”

Gohan’s head jerked up. “What?” Was his father was going to try to pin this all on him? “I did try.” He rubbed his forearm under his nose as his father looked around the room, Goku’s tail flicking agitatedly as his focus turned to the counter and the dent in the metal cupboard above it. Gohan’s eyes narrowed at what his father was assessing. “What? You wanted me to put a hole in the ship and all these peoples’ lives in jeopardy?” But it hadn’t just been that – he wanted to puke now as he felt remnants of the same lust that had assaulted him when he walked into the room filter through his memory. “Where’s your bathroom?” he asked as his stomach squeezed tighter with the realization he’d do it again too. Willingly – with more lube. He quickly left the bed as Goku pointed into the far corner of the apartment.

Goku’s head dropped into his hands, fingers tugging at his hair, to the sound of his son vomiting. There wasn’t a way out of this – it really had happened. The thing to think about now was how to proceed. He turned his attention back to the bathroom as sounds of water and gargling came out of the open door. He didn’t think to look away as the water shut off and Gohan came back out – at least not until he felt the tip of his tongue wetting his lips. He jerked his gaze the floor as he felt his face flush hot. “I guess we need to talk…” he blurted out. Talking wouldn’t fix it – he figured Gohan was smart enough to realize this as well. Maybe they could come to some sort of mutual understanding that nothing was to ever be said about it…

“I need to put some clothes on or something…” Gohan stated, trying to keep his stomach from revolting again – dry heaving hadn’t been any fun at all. He couldn’t look his father in the eye while they were both naked. “And I’ll need to take a shower before I do that,” he said after Goku had nodded his head.

“Um…sure. Towels are in the hollow next to the door inside the bathroom,” Goku responded.

Gohan wasn’t certain what good a shower would do. It wasn’t the magic cure-all for this situation. At least he would have some time to himself as he tried to think. What little he could remember of the actual shower was a lot of scrubbing. His father’s scent was all over him and he still couldn’t seem to think clearly as flashbacks seemed to fill the small shower stall more than the steam. He was tugged out from drowning by them by his father’s voice.

“A-hem…Gohan? I guess. I guess I really need to know one thing more than anything else,” Gohan thought they were going to talk after his shower. Apparently his dad couldn’t wait – or he’d been in here much longer than he thought. Which, by the way he could see red splotches all over his arms and chest, he may have been. “Did – Did I rape you?” Goku’s voice sounded frightened and desperate.

Gohan shut the water off and leaned against the cooling metal wall, trying to drum up a response to his father’s question. He knew the answer, but he also needed to see his father’s response when he said it. How his father reacted could change how everything had to work between them from here out. “Hand me a towel, will you?” he asked the saiyan on the other side of the frosted glass door. He snatched the end of the material sheet as it was tossed over the top of the metal frame and tied it around his waist.

“I brought your clothes in,” Goku said as the shower door opened. He held the clothing up, resisting the urge to look Gohan over, his memory flashing to some of the marks and bruises he’d seen on his son’s body when he’d checked him for injuries earlier. His body and mind certainly weren’t on the same page where this person was concerned. Instincts still said Gohan had submitted – his mind knew this was his son. Until he could get himself under control he needed to keep his distance, even if that were only not looking up at certain moments.

Musk was already filling the small bathroom when Gohan opened the door. His father, as modest as always it seemed, had yet to get dressed, his furry tail swinging and then snapping to a stand still. Obviously Goku was as confused by the situation as he was. “Look at me,” Gohan requested as he grabbed the handful of clothing from his father’s outstretched hands and set it down on the metal countertop. He watched as his father fought with himself over that one little request, tail finally coming to wrap around his waist as his shoulders slumped before Goku actually tilted his head up and looked at him.

“The answer is no, you didn’t rape me,” Gohan said once their gazes actually met. It had hurt a hell of a lot, but Gohan knew what had taken place had not been rape. The immediate reaction in the opposite eyes was dilatation – probably only detectable by a person who had a similar pair of eyes. Relief flooded Gohan – they were at least on the same page. Attracted, yet conflicted. Had nothing ever occurred between them they may have well lived out the rest of their lives only thinking of the other as ‘that handsome person I am related to’. Now – now there were possibilities too frightening to examine in great detail all at once.

A shift in Gohan’s body language changed the way Goku thought a normal person should have reacted under the circumstances. His tail tip flicked lightly at his own genitals, his face flushing as he noted his action immediately gained Gohan’s interest. “What do we do now?” Goku finally whispered while concentrating on keeping his tail under control.

“I don’t know,” Gohan said just as quietly. Images and memories of their kiss in the dark flashed through his head. Gohan knew what he wanted to do. That was grab his father by the shoulders and mesh their lips together. Do the deed when they were both in control of the act.   See if they both still felt the same afterward. Like an experiment of sorts – a dirty, arousing experiment. He switched the lights off without much more reasoning.

“Gohan?” Goku licked his lips as his eyes adjusted to the diminished lighting.

“Kiss me,” Gohan whispered back. Light from the other part of his father’s apartment filtered in through the open doorway and he was able to see hands reaching for him before they blended into the shadow created by the wall. Gohan was already breathing irregularly when those fingertips made contact with his skin. There was no doubt on his part he wanted this to happen. Gohan had no idea what as going on in Goku’s mind.

Goku swallowed as his fingers came into contact with Gohan’s skin. He could feel his son’s heartbeat through the contact – the rise and fall of Gohan’s chest. His tail unwound from around his waist to twitch agitatedly behind him. When their lips finally met it was shocking – when their tongues dueled even more so. He backed away to give himself a moment to breathe.

Then Goku’s stomach stalled them from doing anything more as it rumbled loudly. Gohan’s hands stilled midair from reaching for his father’s shoulders. Then Gohan’s stomach rumbled as though it had been waiting for a signal. They both chuckled at the same time. “Well, ‘hungry’ wasn’t how I thought I would be reacting,” Gohan said once the tiny bit of laughter died down.

Goku switched the light back on, illuminating the dopey grin on his face. “Yeah – should have expected it though. Have you eaten since you got here? When did you get here?”

“No, and I seem to recall having earned the name of ‘nova-novice’.” Gohan grinned as his father growled.

“That was you? You almost wrecked the mission! Do you know how many enemy ships could have verified of our location from a ki shield that bright? Gandlan isn’t the speediest of star…” he stopped mid-tirade as his stomach rumbled again – with more urgency. “I’ll yell at you later. We need food.”

Gohan grabbed his clothes from the counter before he followed Goku out of the tiny bathroom.

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