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Gone	By : TristaML Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10329 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Thank you so much for waiting! I know it took a minute, I hope you enjoy it.

To Nancy: Yeah, Gohan didn't really think about it, he was just thinking about food :) Thank you

To Secret: You're review made me laugh, I hope you like how this story ends up :D Thank you again.

To anime: To me, it doesn't take any effort for Vegeta to hold off the block, it's more like a severance than anything else, not something he has to work at. hopefully when we get to it, I'll have explained it well in that chapter. Thank you so much!! I hope you like this chapter :D

To Macha: Thank you! This chapter is extra long, I think :D No conclusions yet though :P

Twentieth Chapter

It has not been a fun week, Prince Vegeta, Fronshir agreed to himself as he looked down at the Saiyan's unconscious body. He's been practically dodging bullets. Thrice now he has had to put up with the banter of the Prince and lull him back under his influence. He could still recall their last moment two days ago.

Fronshir was taking a nap on Vegeta's bed where it was dark and there was a stiff silence. He needed his rest and he found the Saiyan's den smelled robust and thick and helped lull him to sleep faster and more soundly. He awoke with a fright when Vegeta's voice rang loud and clear and much too aware. The Saiyan only had the fragmented use of his wit long enough to scream Fronshir's name, shaking the foundations of the ship and bellow, "YOU CANNOT CONTROL ME!" Fronshir had to climb the stairs so that his whispers fell clearer onto Vegeta's ears. He kept a steady rhythm in his chanting, walking quietly closer to the Prince, concentration mounting. Fronshir used every amount of willpower he had to subdue him once again.

The Horedan Prince wondered where he was messing up that this Saiyan Prince was capable of gathering together the energy, much less the consciousness, to fight back. He had gone through great lengths to get him this far, from obstructing his findings in his searches online for Planet Horeda, to avoiding detailed conversation about his past for so long, and charming his way into an easy-going 'friendship', Fronshir did not plan on leaving anything to chance. He hadn't expected him to have this much vigor within him, or more likely, he was disappointed in himself, that he didn't have enough power to overtake him. He had more or less hoped that even when his tactics began wearing off, Prince Vegeta would be too exhausted to notice or take any opportunities. Rarely had he ever heard of a case where a Horedan, a Reguidor no less, could not cause their victim to submit.

Vegeta seemed to be fighting it off at the most unlikeliest of times, as though he was saving all his willpower for single uses. What's more worrisome is that there were still two more weeks to travel until they cross through the barrier and Fronshir feared that if the Saiyan comes to the conclusion, somehow, that his powers can only contain him for so long, then he may just keep quiet the next time he comes to and see where that leads him. However Fronshir knew that in the Prince's cage, time felt just as fleeting as the wind, one second could have been an hour, it never seems to amount to anything and nothing seems to change. Besides the dull agony and the feeble comfort of his confines still serve to numb and confuse him, if they are having any affect on him at all.

Fronshir knew that hypnotism would not work on him so he had to count that out and he also knew that the Prince was best within his clutches when he's first subdued. He knows he needs to try to time his breakthroughs, if they are not Fronshir's fault at all and simply this Saiyan's incredulous mind, then maybe he can feel a little better about his ability to control him.

Though it was a small chance, Fronshir considered that Vegeta might also read his mind whenever he comes through, he would not put it past him. To read minds, once it's learned the Horedan way, is like reading a sign, or a billboard at will, most people are so easily read you needn't bother speak to them. If it's a question you desire the answer to from someone, Fronshir taught Vegeta how to bring forth that type of information at will, whether it be involved in the conversation or not. He knew Vegeta had a talent and that he had already warned him against crossing his boundaries, Fronshir figured he'd destroyed whatever "possibilities" they may have had. He needed to never leave Prince Vegeta's side, so he placed him on his bed upstairs where he spent most of his time.

Vegeta's eyes flashed open suddenly and Fronshir stifled a gasp as he peered down from his stance beside the mattress at him. Sprawled out listlessly on the bed, the Saiyan sucked in air, looking sweetly helpless. There was a thin sheen of sweat over his face from where's he's been fighting him off.

*I've been wanting to see your eyes* Fronshir smiled at him.

Vegeta could barely bring all the pieces of himself together, even as he heard his own voice returning to him. His intelligence was quick, though, and he was much more interested in straining, while he could, to reach into Fronshir's thoughts.

Fronshir began to chant again, his hands hovering above Vegeta's body.

"The," Vegeta began to spoke, and Fronshir noticed one of his fists ball up before he made it come undone. Vegeta growled, his eyes closed as he forced himself to finish his statement, the words coming out as more of a grumble than anything, "(the) whole time!"

Fronshir's eyes grew wide, impressed though not surprised, and he said, "Yes," before putting his fingertips to Vegeta's forehead, "the entire time," knowing what he was referring to his sway on him. He put the man back under and sighed to himself once he felt that it was safe to do so.

He did mean to tell the Prince the whole truth, but not yet, not until it was somewhat safe. As crystal clear as the outcome seemed to look, Fronshir still felt that time was not on his side.

---

In the dark recesses of Vegeta's mind thought still lingered, slowly pulling itself together in communicative formation. Fronshir was not aware of this, but Vegeta has been put under mind-control before, with Babidi, where he allowed himself to take on his influence in order to become stronger. That is partly why the silent strumming of his mind's strings is a somewhat familiar sensation to him. Even Babidi's strongest attempts to guide Vegeta's moves were not powerful enough to command him, however, and Vegeta refused to let this Horedan finish the trick.

Still, he was feeling helpless, hopeless even, what had he now to hold onto? This Horedan's mental cage was different from Babidi's technique, and much more powerful. He could barely even hear his own voice in his head anymore and it was as if he were numbed. Only certain words and phrases could come to him and he couldn't seem to be able to put into words what he needed to say to himself to snap out of it.

It seemed to him that he needed something still, something stable, and strong, something that he could hang onto enough to pull himself through. Right now his world was like quicksand; pressure, suffocation, darkness. Still he could breath and he felt like he could move, if he really wanted to, and there was abundant expressed freedom, but no desire to make anything happen. Confusion drew his attention this was and that before he remembered his world was bigger than this dreamlike nightmare.

Doubtless he was exhausted, strung-out, and his thoughts, when he had them, were lucid. It was like wading in thick waters, pulling yourself through dense clouds, upside down felt right side up until he realized what was what. He felt obstructed in his own mind. Whirring around impossibly, though his body remained still, even his blood seemed to spin beneath his skin.

It is to his advantage to have undergone his experience with the ugly wizard, though, for he was able to, through exhaustion and painful maneuver, gather thought into somewhat coherence. A name came to his mind after many dreary memories of a time long, long before. Kakarot. As he thought it, Vegeta knew him. He also knew that he had severed their link. He would argue with himself, if he had the mind to, whether or not he should reopen that forsaken passage, but there was no arguing. It was his only choice; to attempt communication with Kakarot. The solid portal to the other man's life force was a natural bond that they shared, as natural as breathing, and Vegeta knew it should work. The only problem is gathering the strength and the willpower and the time and energy and the thought and the intent to do it; and the consciousness.

Even then there are no guarantees it would make a difference in his hopes for escape, it's just an idea that seemed to make sense. If he could link up his mind with Kakarot's and manage to focus on his presence, it could give him the leverage he needs to keep in touch with and coach himself into overcoming Fronshir's mental ward, maybe. Maybe he's too far away for it to make any difference at all. Maybe Kakarot won't receive Vegeta's link again, anyways, and then where would he be.

Vegeta didn't know how much time he had, and he felt his strength dwindling, even when he attempted to gather it. But the rage was still there in his heart and in his mind and in his soul. His pride rang loud and clear, so crisp and so valiant and powerful at times that he could burst through the sticky, entangling web as though it's make could no longer hold him.

Who does Prince Fronshir think he is? Vegeta is the Prince of all Saiyans.

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Piccolo hovered, disdained, for now more than ever he wished for Vegeta's council. He could not be sure what he witnessed between Goku and Dunduil. He could not bare the thought of Gohan with Von, though they've been long gone together now for days, nonetheless. The tides of change had swept upon them all. He wondered where they had taken Vegeta, it's been over a year and a half, a lot happens in time.

The Namekian looked out upon the vast sky feeling the same: empty. He could no longer say he didn't trust Von, he just doesn't think he's good enough. Von will forever be weaker than Gohan, but today Piccolo realized that he is weaker than Gohan, too, and no one would ever be good enough.

From his perspective, Goku must have arrived just in time, but he did not see that battle. He came to the scene of an altered Dunduil on the ground underneath a transformed Goku, who drank of his blood from a wound Piccolo knew, somehow, would never fully heal. Must be Kami's intellect about Saiyans, or Nail's, that he's getting his information from.

He wasn't sure how to talk to Goku about these things, and right now Goku didn't seem to be doing much staying in one place, Piccolo never knew when he was planning on practicing his new IT trick. He even began to think he should just back off and leave it all be, and a part of him wondered if there was anyway he could find Vegeta himself. Damn it if he wouldn't give him a piece of his mind.

All this time- all this time Gohan was too angry and embarrassed to say that he was interested in men, in Vegeta in particular, though Piccolo of course knew this already. Piccolo felt a fool for never having kissed Gohan, not even once, and at least telling him how he felt about him. He knew it would never work between them but to have shared his feelings would have made a difference.

Another parallel between he and Vegeta, he realized. Vegeta's frustrated attempts at loving Goku seemed to amount to nothing for him in the end and he never had the chance to tell Goku how he really feels. Goku actually refused Vegeta: Piccolo never got the chance to taste Gohan's lips to be turned down in the first place. He knew he was glad Von and Gohan left the planet; he would have liked to had they stayed.

He almost wished Vegeta would have taken Gohan and made him a man the way Gohan had wanted him to all these years, his father unbeknownst of everything until recently. Hell, Piccolo didn't know Gohan had it that bad, either, he was pretty good about keeping it under wraps. Like father like son, he supposed. Vegeta knew a lot more than he was leading on, or maybe Vegeta didn't really know anything, he only assumed, and that's why he kept the information to himself.

Now, though, Piccolo thought he understood where the original Saiyan Prince was coming from. Vegeta didn't want Gohan's first to be out of lust and to forever connect to a relationship that already had a name. Vegeta knew that Gohan would gain some experience eventually on his own. Vegeta considered Gohan to be... whatever he considered of him, certainly a part of his life, and not something random. He already had plans to be in Gohan's future in some way and he knew, through whatever foresight, better than to obstruct that relationship's foundations.

Vegeta probably would not have gotten involved had Piccolo made a move on Gohan because he's always known Gohan could handle himself. Vegeta was just waiting for him to grow up and now he's not even here to see it.

Piccolo mused a bit more about Vegeta, a little surprised to learn about him as time goes on, as much as he tries to hide, and as truly evil as he once had been, there are still aspects of goodness Piccolo could see in him yet. He wondered what Vegeta would think about Von and what he would think about this new situation between Goku and Dunduil, whatever is going on there. But above all, Piccolo was counting on the feeling that Vegeta was not out of their lives forever yet.

---

"Goku!" Bulma looked a little confused to see him in a spacesuit, she couldn't remember the last time she'd seen him wearing one. "Is everything okay? What's going on?" She sounded a little like Chi Chi to her own ears and she didn't like it, but he caught her off guard. Goku wasn't one to go wondering around her house very often, at least never in that gear. She hadn't been expecting to run into him in one of her labs of all places, either.

"Hey, Bulma," Goku smiled at her, removing the helmet, "Yeah, uh, hope you don't mind. I've been borrowing some of your equipment." He laughed gently like he always has.

She smiled at him, "Oh you know I don't care. What's the project, anyways?"

"I'm working on my Instant Transmission Technique," he answered simply enough.

"Huh, well, sounds good to me," She figured that was all the explanation she really needed. She wondered aloud, "Haven't heard from Von recently, I mean, I guess he was here a few days ago..." she didn't know why she'd begun rambling on about that. He had told her he would get back to her about seeing her laboratories, she supposed she was tired and that seeing someone new in her personal space is what made her think of it, not to mention his name has been used pretty often around her house recently, anyways. Still, she wasn't trying to start up any trouble.

"Von's off planet with Gohan," Goku answered, "They'll be back in a few weeks."

"Off planet?" Bulma blurted out, "But, wow. Why, Goku?"

"It's a bit much to explain..." he frowned a little, not really meeting their eyes.

Bulma wasn't used to seeing such an expression on his face in the middle of their conversations. Not only that, she knew his mind wasn't entirely focused on her, and she didn't think it had anything to do with Von and Gohan. Bulma wasn't entirely out of the loop, she'd seen enough in her day and time to know a thing or two about Saiyan men, and especially about Goku. She said honestly, out of the need to confess it, "I know that Gohan must love him."

Goku looked at her closely and wondered why she would say such a thing. He hadn't thought about it.

He didn't give a response and Bulma changed the subject, "Is there anything that I can do to help your search for Vegeta?"

Goku looked a little surprised but a small smile came to his face, "No, you've already done enough," he said with a laugh, lifting up his arms to display the spacesuit he wore.

Upstairs, high above, Videl endured the scene below with some anger and resentment towards the two of them. She walked away, having heard enough. What is it, she wondered, that she is missing; why does everyone seem so okay with Gohan's behavior? How could Bulma say that Gohan loves Von?! She's been practically bawling her eyes out to her. Why is going off the planet normal to these people? And why does everyone want to find Vegeta, don't they all think he's an asshole most of the time, anyways?

Videl would admit that Bulma has always been a little on the vague side with her, and has always only ever said is that there seems to be something else going on, especially with Gohan. She always tried to tell her that Gohan is half-Saiyan, whatever the hell that means. Yet to see her and Goku chatting over it so simply burned her up inside.

She didn't get it. Videl knows Gohan's heart, he's a good man, why's he doing this to her? She knew she could never take Pan away from Gohan, no, and she knew that she still loved him, she still wanted to be with him, he truly was something supernatural to her. She didn't hate Saiyans, she just felt like she didn't understand and wasn't invited to be involved and she isn't so sure she'd fit in.

Immediate thoughts about going to live in her father's mansion for a while and taking Pan with her shrouded her mind. She didn't understand what was going on, and she didn't know what to think about any of it right now, even if someone did bother to explain it to her. Gohan is off planet with that guy and won't be home for a while, so she had time to think things over and maybe readable feelings will have returned to her by then.

Back downstairs, Goku left about as quickly as he ever does. Bulma figured just as much, but she was happy to be seeing him as much as she was in this last year, she'd almost forgotten what adventure felt like. It's been a long time since anything this interesting has happened. Generations have gone by and there are new ones still growing up. There's so much to consider now a days, Bulma almost wished she was younger so she could stick around longer.

She still wanted to go see the Saiyans. If Vegeta was here, he would allow her to get closer, but she's content biding her time at the moment. Bulma guessed that she was probably more interested in Goku's heritage than he was before all of this. She used to imagine what type of life Vegeta would have lived if he were Prince, or even King, on Vegetasai. What would Goku be like? She couldn't say, fully. The better she's gotten to know Goku since he was a boy, she should have known she would want to be a part of the Saiyan's lives. The more she got to know Vegeta, the more she stepped into an observational mode towards Gohan, and her own children, as well as Goten and Pan.

Bulma's memory brought back to her a time when Vegeta used to murmur about the possibilities that lie within a half-breed child. He used to lay awake at night and whisper about legends he's not sure of all the details on and what he knows about the biology and the history of his people. There were times when he admitted to her that he never thought of his own children, not only because there is no throne, but because there were no more Saiyan women, and few, if any tolerable, matching races. Yet there were many times in their lovemaking that Vegeta openly admitted to her he wouldn't mind if she got pregnant and that he kind of hoped she would, though the chances were one in a million. It isn't often that the genes can splice, regardless the amount or length of times two different species copulate. Bulma never told him, but she hoped she did, too, so that he could be the father of her child.

For Vegeta it was always about the future. He confided in her that he's seen dormant powers in Gohan, though he never wished to train him to unleash them, he is Goku's heir, not his. But when Bulma became pregnant with Trunks, she could tell Vegeta knew his entire future was going to be different, and thus he began imagining all the possibilities within his own child. He would never admit outright that he wished Trunks would take more of an interest in his training (more so than he has already verbalized), he just hoped with time that he would.

It's interesting, Bulma and Vegeta had spoken many times about the natural difference in power levels and needs and interests between humans, saiyans, and half-breeds. Vegeta always suspected that although these children may only be half-saiyan, they may still wind up being more involved in their Saiyan-side than their human-side, depending on their interests. Vegeta admitted that raising the half-breed boys was a thrill, a challenge, and a mystery yet to be solved. She knew that he wondered if any of them would feel the same burning fire in their souls that he and Goku obviously carry.

Bulma had even asked Vegeta once if he would want a full-blooded heir, simply for the fact of carrying down his pure-blood line, and the power the child could have and he said that he would, unabashed. Even though it hurt her for him to admit it, his blatant honesty was always appreciated and she felt like she could understand where he was coming from, and mockingly gave him permission because she knew how much it would mean to him. She knew that a Saiyan male's needs differed from a human male's and that she couldn't be angry about it. That was only hypothetically speaking then, and although now Vegeta has his chance, Bulma knows to have him around, would mean so much more, and she won't go back on her word.

After years of living with Vegeta, Bulma learned to listen to the detail of his stories when he felt like telling them, and not to push him into any particular subject. With Vegeta there was a time and a place for everything, and he would be upfront and revealing in his own ways if you let him or bothered to take notice. Bulma used to study Vegeta curiously, and she never put any type of leash on him (as if she could). Vegeta's history told of past experiences with both males and females, and his sense of humor and personal sensuality was open and explicit in both areas as well.

Bulma knew from the very beginning, straight from Vegeta's mouth, that the only reason he stayed on this planet was to get a chance at Goku, and that's exactly how he put it: 'To get a chance at Kakarot.' Sometimes, Bulma used to think the way Vegeta worded things was so funny, until she realized he always says precisely what he means. Bulma didn't think it anything short of a miracle that he'd come to her, and she sort of thanked Goku for that. As much as Vegeta let her down sometimes, she always had Trunks' and Bra's shining faces to look at, and she understood, as much as she could, that Vegeta and Goku were creatures of loyalties and bonds, and that her bond with Vegeta was a stable one.

Vegeta unwittingly built relationships with his friends and family with Goku dead and out of the picture for so long when they all first met. Gohan especially, Gohan practically hunted him down. He was young and very much in need of some masculine support at times and Bulma saw much of him over the span of his younger years. He often came by seeking Vegeta's attention, and often her husband would refuse him for any reason that he could think of that day. Gohan became a little resentful but he never stopped persisting. Bulma's eyes worked pretty well, too, and she knew that not all of Gohan's frustrations had to do with a fickle friendship.

From witnessing, first-hand, a young, lusty teen Gohan kissing her husband and groping him through his work out gear, Bulma knew Gohan needed more than Videl, just like Vegeta needed Goku. It made a lot of sense for Gohan to fall in love with the charming General, Von. His cold, grey, and blank stare reminded Bulma of Vegeta's immovable gaze, and she knew well the crush Gohan had on Vegeta for so long. This Saiyan seemed to be the answer to all of Gohan's troubles, and she didn't think Goku would have allowed them to the leave the planet together if he thought something bad was going to happen. She was happy for Gohan, although she knew she needed to keep that information to herself for a little while and that his trials have only barely begun.

---

"Hello, Thelel."

Thelel was laying on her stomach on the ground a ways out from the others, keeping her eye on them at times, when the young woman approached her. She looked up from her card game, "Iseri," she nodded, though she didn't show much interest in her. "Where is Lune?" she asked blandly.

"She's with the elders," the girl said, and Thelel gave her a look to which she responded, "What? They always enjoy time with her, and I need a break."

"You can always give her to me, if you must pawn her off," Thelel sneered, going back to her game. She was bored, but she wasn't so bored she'd rather talk to Iseri.

"You wish that you were her Godmother?" Iseri asked, coming closer and sitting down on the ground near her.

"You know this," Thelel did not stir from her game, flipping a card over. If there wasn't that stupid rule about Godparents being kin then they would not be having this conversation. None of them ever imagined it would be necessary in the first place.

Iseri shook her head, and waited some time, as if hesitating to say what she had in mind, before speaking, "I wish it, too, but more so I wish to have my sister back."

Thelel looked at her strangely, suspicious of why she was admitting this. It's been nearly four years since Duarlanell passed on, and though they'd spoken often of it then, it's been a while since the incident was brought up. Thelel had also never heard Iseri admit that she didn't wish the burden of being Lune's Godmother, though she knew it was true. The words she spoke, however, touched Thelel and after a time she responded, "I miss her, too." Her discomfort with Iseri did not fall, and she didn't try to go any further into it.

"I wanted to talk to you about something," Iseri came out with it.

"What?" Thelel threw the cards she had in her hand down. She sat up, feeling all around nervous and probably not in the best of moods for this conversation, "What could it possibly be? Why are you bothering me all of the sudden?"

"We were friends once," Iseri spat, altogether not so sure she needed Thelel's advice anymore.

"You had sense, once," Thelel slammed her fist on the ground in front of her, "Get on with it."

Iseri seemed put off about how to continue, "It's about Dunduil."

Thelel sprang to her feet and began walking away, "I don't care."

"Now, don't make a scene," Iseri hissed, following her closely and begging her to stop and stay for a minute. "It's not what you may be thinking."

"I'm not thinking anything!" Thelel finally did stop and looked her square in the eyes.

"He's been acting strange the past few days," Iseri told her in a very soft and quiet whisper.

Thelel didn't know what to think about that information, "Strange, how?"

The other woman shook her head, "I don't see a bite on his neck if that's what you're thinking. I don't know, he won't hang around any of us for very long. He seems distracted. I've never seen him act so odd."

Thelel looked at her closely for a few more moments before walking away as though their conversation had just ended. Iseri would not have come to her if she didn't think his behavior was extremely peculiar. Of course the first thing she would assume is that it has something to do with Apimic (Bond). There is a chance he could have been bitten elsewhere, but Thelel didn't wish to discuss it any further.

Thelel's Memories

"Why you're positively huge!" Thelel cried as Duarlanell, ten months and ready to go (ten months is normal, not nine, but nine happens often, and is fine), came waddling through the door. Von's arm was held out for her hand to grab onto, while he stood behind her and helped her keep her balance.

Duarlanell began to say, "Why! You! --!"

"No, no!" Thelel ran to her and they hugged tight as ever. They'd been best friends all their lives, but it had been a few months since they'd seen each other last, Thelel's schedule was always booked. She wasn't about to miss the birth of Duarlanell's child, though. She corrected, "That is a healthy baby," with a wide grin while she ran her hand over her stomach and Duarlanell just laughed. She had a glow about her that drew everyone nearer to her.

"Sister," Von smiled and leaned down and allowed Thelel to kiss him on the cheek. She gave him a brief hug as he went on ushering Duarlanell to the nearest couch.

Thelel and Von were like brother and sister, much too close to be lovers, they just couldn't see each other that way. Just the same as Duarlanell was like Thelel's sister, even more so than Iseri, who is Duarlanell's younger, more naive sister, and with Von's union to Duarlanell it seemed so. Those were just nicknames they liked to call each other, out of love and respect. That was a happier time, although not all of those moments were grand. That was also when Thelel had fallen in love with Dunduil, though they had only been together two years, and not everyone approved of her choice. Those same principles are the ones that both Duarlanell and Von expressed their opinion of Dunduil out of, though Thelel wouldn't listen.

Duarlanell's pregnancy had been a complicated one, but despite the many hiccups, the baby was born beautiful and healthy and happy. However, Duarlanell never fully recovered from her pregnancy months after the birth of the child. She was prone to blood clots and certain strange symptoms such as numbness in one or more of her limbs that came from pinched nerves that she couldn't quite detect. She had extreme fatigue and though it had seemed all in all that these things were lessening, and that she was getting better, Von did not want to take any chances. He kept a close watch on all of her activities, and would not allow her to participate in any combat scenario, although she was a capable fighter.

He stationed her during the early months of their daughter's life on a relatively safer location than any other, or so they thought at the time. No one ever really knows who the enemy is going to be when you're a Saiyan, or when they're going to strike. So many cultures hate the Saiyans for so many different reasons it's nearly impossible to keep up with them all. This particular people somehow heard of the Saiyan site where Duarlanell and some others were as well as two others Saiyan stations and they set out immediately to eradicate them all. So with little time to work Von gave very specific orders.

The warriors were already on their way, about a day and a half's travel away. Von was three days out, at the least, but Thelel, was just a day out with Dunduil, though they were stationed to begin another mission. Von caught them over their equipment before they left and told Thelel to abandon that mission and leave it to Iseri and the others so that she and Dunduil could fight for Duarlanell and watch over her and the other's until he got there. Thelel told Dunduil but he became enraged with Von spouting orders at him that differed from his own liking and would not leave or allow her to go. He brought her with him on their previously scheduled mission and sent Iseri and a few others to Duarlanell's aid instead. Iseri, who could not swat a fly out of the air! Thelel fought and fought and fought Dunduil over it. She let Von know Dunduil was keeping her from the battle, and by the time Von got there it was too late. Duarlanell died in his arms, having over exerted herself and extenuated her wounds while saving the lives of many others.

Maybe it would be so, maybe it would not, but Thelel imagined that if she had been there things would have been different. She was a much more capable fighter than Iseri and half of those guys. She could have whipped those missionary men into shape like they were nothing. No time, flat. The battle had been won by the Saiyans, but the fight itself was brutal. They protected their young but the old perish, and when the old are yet to be thirty or forty, it's disheartening.

Thelel would never forgive herself for not knocking out Dunduil and taking over. However, after a time of them dating, Thelel got to see Dunduil's true colors, and has been beaten by him a few times before, and she could not have overpowered him as much as she dreams of it. Von knows this secret, it's part of the reason why he cannot stand Dunduil. Von does not blame her, only cruelty and fate, and himself for being so sure of his own choices and going so far away, so soon. Thelel and Von have discussed this a millions times over, and they cherish Duarlanell's memory, as does every one else among them. She was a brilliant and very well liked woman, and there is a little sparkle in Lune's smile that reminds them of her.

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Thelel guessed that Von left the planet with Prince Gohan. It was too sudden for him to have decided to pursue Planet Necro or Prince Vegeta. It's been obvious the affects that kid is having on everyone, but Von especially. She knew, too, why he felt the need the leave entirely. For one thing, that Namek has been keeping a close eye on everything that the Saiyans do nearly every day since they got here. For another, Von told Thelel about Dunduil's attempts on getting at Gohan. He wouldn't say anything in front of the elders about why he'd been so scuffed up before, but Thelel didn't think that Prince Gohan had gotten angry enough to fight Von. None of the Royals seemed interested in fighting anyone, so she pestered him about it until he gave some vague answers.

Neither Von nor Thelel had spoken of it to one another but they had their suspicions on why Dunduil might be interested in Gohan. Apimic: the ultimate form of control. It is an ancient and sacred harmonizing of one being to another, yet not the other way around, unless both Saiyans bite each other and become as one, if they ever were one to begin with. There are three places on the body to perform this, on the neck, underneath the arm, and on the inner thigh. It has not been done for centuries among their people, which is precisely why Dunduil would be so interested in bringing it back.

Dunduil's number one goal is power, and there are no depths to which he won't sink to get it. If he could convince the young Prince to willingly allow him to drink from his blood, then Gohan would suffer the will of Dunduil whenever Dunduil wished to impress it upon him, the rest of his life. Gohan would have Dunduil in his thought and his every inkling, and know what Dunduil wished of him whenever he wanted something from him. Gohan's actions would forever be haunted by what Dunduil thought of them, depending on the strength of their union. If Gohan is much more powerful than Dunduil, then it may have very little affect on him, depending on the will of his mind. Or there could be worse effects, they didn't really know for certain what might happen. That was a risk they imagined Dunduil might be willing to take.

It is a dangerous thing indeed to think about. It is a new era, a new dawning amongst their people, where there are so few of them that Apimic could have a great affect on them all. Dunduil seeks to reestablish the ability to claim others amongst their people, and thereby hopefully create his own place in power. Thelel does not doubt that there are other ways he might go about doing this, though at the moment she can't imagine what his ideas could be.

Apimic is not meant to be so evil. It is the joining of two minds as one which were always meant to be joined in the first place, or as they believe, have been joined once before. It is a rare thing to encounter, and the elder's frown upon the connection because if the partners are not sure or of it is not a good bond then one of them ends up succumbing to the other, and it becomes a dark thing.

It made her uncomfortable to think about since Von was not here and she wondered if their King was not far off as Von seemed to always believe, and whether or not he could help them. She knew Dunduil very well, which is no doubt why Iseri came to her with her problems, but she wasn't interested in becoming involved just yet, not certain where his blood lust might take him. Maybe once she has spoken with Von and had a chance to hear what he thinks she'll feel a bit more comfortable, but for now she would give it time, and remain on the sidelines and watch over everyone that she could.

"Thelel!" one of the elders called cheerily to her as she entered into their little house.

"Hippic fufmijmh,"(Good evening) she smiled warmly at them all and Lune let out a shout of joy and dashed into her arms. "Niz kapuf," (my love) she said to the little girl and she kissed her on the cheek as they squeezed each other tight.

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Von was smirking down at Gohan's waking form. "It's about time," he whispered. There was no venom in his voice. Gohan didn't hear what Von said, but he heard his voice, and it was enough to lure him into a subtle purr. Von laughed a little, "Where'd you learn how to do that?" Gohan asked what and he said, "Purr."

Gohan looked up at him strangely but said, "I guess Vegeta made the sound once and I picked up on it."

Von hadn't considered that, or really known why he'd asked that question. He was a little surprised the young man, being a half-breed, had any of the powers that he possessed. He thought some things might not have carried over from Saiyan blood, but then again, he wouldn't know any better. Just the fact that they met is enough to drive Von wild with wonder. He cupped the young man's head and held it close to his chest, a rumbling purr responding to Gohan's gentler one.

Gohan smiled broadly into his chest and pushed against Von and the General leaned back to where he was laying on his back on the ground and Gohan climbed on top of him. There was still a small smile on the young Prince's face as he hovered over him but he didn't say anything for some time. Von's hands felt up the back of his thighs and his sides while Gohan ran his hand through Von's hair and stared into his eyes, basking in his masculine scent. Nothing had ever felt so right to him like the feeling of being with Von. They continued in silence, but there was communication on some other level that did not need the use of voices.

With a quiet understanding and a fervent appreciation and interest in moving forward, Gohan's arousal was met by Von's on every level. Von sat up to lick at Gohan's neck and collarbone while his hands gripped his hips and began pulling Gohan's body down on top of his. Von relaxed on the ground after biting roughly at Gohan's shoulder, without making a wound. He licked his lips and put his hands up above his head, signaling for Gohan to do as he pleased.

Gohan's lips found Von's as he pumped his enlarged penis a few times. Both were already and had been naked practically the entire time. Von never hid his erection from Gohan, not even when they were supposed to be just resting, and Gohan quickly tossed out his shy shell for a bolder look over their time together, now grabbing onto Von's length and pumping it a few times as well. He was quick to place it at his entrance, but tantalizingly slow at putting it in.

Gohan seemed to enjoy teasing Von, even if it was only slightly. Von reached a hand down and helped ease himself inside of Gohan, enjoying the soft cries and perfect sheath for his erection. He was able to thrust a few times, getting deeper and deeper each time, but then Gohan pulled away, causing Von to come out of him as though it was too much for him. Gohan let out a small smirk after a few moments of panting and Von laid all the way back again, allowing him to take complete control.

Gohan succumbed to his wildest dreams. Von, totally encased beneath him while he came down on top of him over and over again, moaning out with every motion. His hands held onto the underside of Von's arms, planted on his identical tattoos as he hoisted up and down, slamming Von into him and calling out his pleasure. Von was nearly grinning as Gohan used him to fuck himself, and he could see the haze of enjoyment washing over him.

Gohan changed his rhythm several times. Sometimes he would hug Von close, his lips nearly to his ear as he used his hips to guide him in and out of him. Sometimes he would hold onto the ground near Von's head as he rocked his body against whatever land they were on. He felt all over Von's upper body, using his dick for perfect penetration. He mumbled a few times into his ear how much he needed him and wanted him as he looked down at their bodies connecting. At times his legs would squeeze and hug Von's sides and at other times he would spread them out so that the only parts of their bodies that were touching was at their hips where they were grinding. He would say though, that he took a special liking to holding onto Von's shoulders and licking his neck or making out with him as Von bucked up into him in time with his own rise and fall.

Gohan was much stronger than he looked, and Von knew that first hand now. If Gohan wanted him to stay in one position, he was going to be in that position for as long as Gohan wanted. It gave him a thrill to be under so much power, and so well controlled. He could scarcely take his eyes from the younger man's incredible face, and especially his warm eyes. Gohan's intense focus on him did not make him feel uneasy, like he imagined such a gaze would, instead he felt that sparking interest in him ever growing. He had never felt so in tune with anyone before.

To Von, it felt like Gohan let loose on him and he couldn't believe how much he was relishing it. He promptly squeezed and fisted Gohan's length as the young man came down on him with increasing vigor. Von had lost count how many times they'd had sex by now and he still couldn't seem to get enough. Something with Gohan made everything... better.

He felt the twitching of the young man's cock in his hand and noticed the hitch in his breath just before he came. Von's mouth hung open, in a trance, as he went through his final thrusts and his own orgasm stirred, crashing through him. They rode it out together and their hands seemed to interlock themselves. Gohan took his sweet time atop of Von, no quite pulling away just yet. They went back to staring at one another for a time, Von lifted up his hand and with slender fingers brushed across Gohan's cheek.

Eventually Gohan went to lay down on the ground beside Von once again, feeling tired and spent. His schedule was completely messed up, and he felt like time was going by so fast, he barely remembered how long they've been here or what all he's been doing. Every time he takes on that form he knows when he wakes up he feels a little bit stronger and little bit more at ease, but it's all just a big blur. Now he knew what his father meant when he said he really didn't know how to explain it.

Gohan knew that in the back of his mind he had a lot to think about, but none of those issues seemed very important to him right now. He knew that there was something between him and this Saiyan man, and that, and his hormonal experiences, were all he could really focus on right now.

He did wish to know more about Von, but there were times when he felt like he already knew him. Even now, he could sense that Von was not tired, but there had to be more to it than that.

As Gohan was falling asleep Von stood up quickly and went to his ship which was a little ways away, though not out of view. He had to check on the time and their belongings while he had the chance. He wasn't quite sure where he had landed them, but it seemed okay so far. Barren mostly, with a yellow, soft dirt ground and a purple sky. The air was breathable anyways, and there didn't seem to be any trouble with inhabitants thus far (none to be seen as of yet). Von wasn't sure how long they could stay there unnoticed though, and he had this thing about taking chances.

His heart, however, was at ease, and fear was not within him. He could seldom take his thoughts from the young man, who seemed to be effortlessly at his fingertips. Von thought more of him than that though, he knew that wasn't the right way to put it. To be completely honest, he noticed he's feeling attached to Gohan and it's baffling.

Von spent some time pacing about in his ship, keeping a close eye on Gohan while he rests. He knew the young man needed as much sleep as he could get. He tried to get Gohan off of his mind for a little while, but it was as though he had become a part of it. From the frankness in his eyes and the moving pressure in his kiss, Von could not deny that he loved him. Afraid to admit it to him, especially right now, in the midst of all of this, Von was determined to keep his mouth shut, but his control was slipping.

He wouldn't leave Gohan alone for long, even though he was only sleeping, four hours was plenty of alone time for him right now. He headed back to Gohan's side and laid down next to his fast asleep form, his elbow bent to where his forearm was in the air and he was holding his head in his hand. For some reason, Von was stealthily quiet, Gohan woke up and looked at Von sleepily.

Almost immediately Gohan sensed that Von wanted to say something to him, though he looked as though he wouldn't. He asked, "What is it?" in a soft voice, waking up more as the moments passed.

Von's heart was pounding in his chest, Gohan must have heard it, because he put his hand on his chest as he began to sit up a little, getting onto his elbow as well. Gohan's gaze met Von's and in the heat of the moment Von asked him in a strong, low voice, "Did you ever feel that something was out there..." he took one of Gohan's hands in his, "Calling out to you?" Gohan's heart stirred and Von explained, his eyes bearing all as he finished in a whisper, "Reaching for you?”

Gohan, undeniably, uttered the word, “Yes,” breathlessly as he was held captive by his gaze.

All the world was silent and Gohan heard Von answer, “That was me,” and steal him away with a kiss enough to corrupt him.
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