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Unbeaten Paths	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4882 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 21

So not only was his brother clincally depressed and banging a relative--his father had apparently lost his mind and taken up child-theiving as a hobby. Not that Goten wasn't absolutely sure that Videl gave her full consent for Pan to be here right now and all. But--facts needed to be faced. His father and his brother were--gasp--getting along.

"This isn't normal," Trunks whispered in his ear.

Goten shrugged. It was more normal that it had been when they hated one another. This, at least, was how he envisioned his family being when his father came back from the dead. Gohan and his dad working together to teach little Pan (who was wearing one of Gohan's old outfits from when he was just a wee little boy, an outfit which was found in the capsules that their father had toted around with him for a long time apparenlty) Vegeta beating Radditz face into the ground...

Then there was him and Trunks, who were really just watching. They'd sparred before lunch but it was late now and Goten was lazy. So they just stood and watched, grinned when Radditz got kicked through trees or mountains, or when Vegeta got sucker punched, or when Pan got frustrated and kicked her dad in the shin.

All good things.

Which was why Videl showed up to ruin it. Because evil bitches had to ruin the good things in life, otherwise you wouldn't be able to tell that they were evil bitches. She showed up, with her face wind chapped and scowling. Eyes darting back and forth like she was aware that she--puny human--had just interrupted a mass Saiyan sparfest. "I want my daughter back."

To this, Pan ran behind Goku and hid herself there very quietly. As if they did not all already know where she was.

"I said I'd bring her back," Goku said.

"I want her back now. She's been out here for hours." Videl curled her hands up into fists, glared at Radditz when he picked himself up off the ground he was just thrown into and walked over to stand near the rest of them. Vegeta floated down to stand next to Goku.

Gohan was the one that answered. "I'll be picking her up tomorrow after breakfast," he said, "She needs to wear clothes she can mess up."

Videl looked--for one bright, shining, blessed, beautiful moment--like she was going to explode. Common sense must have prevailed somewhere in her mind (or else she figured she could beat Gohan tomorrow in the privacy of their own home) because her fists uncurled and she said very icily: "Fine. Come on Pan."

Goku wrapped his tail around the little girl and lifted her up, handed her to her father and after a rather prolonged hug involving Pan informing her father that she didn't want to go home with her mother, the little girl was handed back to Videl.

And the evil bitch left them all standing around, scraping the dirt with their feet and looking at one another like they weren't sure what was supposed to happen next. Goten remembered the sort of look they had on their faces, everyone was looking the same when he'd hugged his father right before Goku left the Lookout to be dead again. It was almost like pity.

"So tomorrow then?" he asked.

"Yeah," Gohan said. In a deflated, tired, 'I'm-so-depressed-I-can't-think' sort of voice. He sighed.

Goku (being a kind parent and all) smacked Gohan on the back and said--cheerfully--:"Cheer up, Gohan." And then he rubbed Gohan's head, messing up his already messed up hair.

It was a strange fatherly sort of thing to do.

"Definitely not normal," Trunks whispered again.

�Leave them alone,� Goten said. He watched Gohan look at their father and then shake his head, reach up and run his hand through his hair to straighten it back out and then sigh. �So,� he said, moving forward, �We supposed to be back here tomorrow morning then?�

�Yep,� his dad said.

�Joy.� That was Vegeta. He said it with very little emotion, but they were all used to him by now and realized that if not for the fact that he was the mighty Prince of saiyans, he probably would have been much more thrilled to be around them.

�I should go home,� Gohan said.

�Yeah,� Trunks agreed, �Hard to have sex on your dad�s lawn.�

�Unless you dad is outerspace,� Goten added. �Then its much easier.� This caused the parents to turn around and look at him, then down under their feet (since they were all standing around outside the house) and everyone sort of grimaced and lifted themselves up off the ground. �Oh�It�s been WEEKS since then.�

�Apparently it�s genetic,� Vegeta remarked to Goku.

�Hey, your son did it too,� Goku said back.

�I�m going to regret this,� Gohan said, �But what�s genetic?� He hovered away from his father a bit and Radditz walked over to (yes, Radditz was mighty and invulnerable to the statements of teenaged demi-saiyans.)

�The urge to fuck outside,� Vegeta said. �Radditz did it too.�

Goten smirked, Goku frowned at Radditz and Vegeta, and Radditz grinned.

�I�ve never done it outside,� Gohan informed the assembled crowd. None of them were very surprised.

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He told himself after he got back to his house that he had two choices: 1. Wallow in self-pity and wish he had enough alcohol to make the world go swirly and thereby release him from any sort of stupidity that his mind might decide was the best course of action for him. 2. Get over it. Eat something. Have sex with Radditz. Sleep. Move on with life.

His natural inclination leaned toward the second, but the first was easier. He'd gotten really used to doing the easy thing for a while. Wallowing worked out well for him (as long as well was defined by a deranged depression victim.) So, he sucked up a great amount of strength and will power and graciously made himself some dinner while Radditz hovered around his kitchen poking various electronics and muttering:

"...outdated, outdated..."

Because apparently Saiyans were far ahead of the earth in the realm of technology as well as being superior in all other areas. He ate his dinner (leftovers mixed together in a pan) and Radditz turned and looked at him when he realized that he was being watched.

"Where�s my food?� Radditz asked.

�Probably in the cabinets, the fridge is empty.� He said this with the satisfaction of a person who realizes they are being sarcastic. He didn�t feel exactly clever, but he was aware (now) that this bantering nonsense was a sort of mental foreplay that preceded the other sort of foreplay.

�You�re supposed to make it for me�wench.�

Gohan let the smile spread across his face really slowly, saw Radditz smirk in response, and the slight tightening of his stature as he braced against the inevitable attack. Gohan stayed still for a moment, to confuse the big bastard, and when he thought Radditz was starting to relax again, he launched himself forward and knocked him into, tumbled the taller man to the ground and dug his fingers into the hard shoulders, shoving them against the floor.

The mass of hair muffled the impact, Radditz grabbed him by the ass (which meant that he had no interest in fighting) and Gohan dug his legs in between the larger ones under him, felt the part and smirked. �Wench?� he demanded.

Radditz just smirked broader at him, ran his hands up his back and curled hands into his pants, tugging them off his waist. �My wench. Now make me some dinner.�

�I think you have your roles confused.� Gohan informed him. But this statement only provided the time Radditz needed to flip him onto his back and pin him down with the superior body weight. His pants (nicely loosened by Radditz) slid lower on his hips and he jerked away from the cold floor of the kitchen and right up against the solid warm bulk of his mate.

�No,� was the response he got. Hands curled in his pants and they were yanked down, Radditz moved back and kept tugging until the pants were free, then moved back, leaned over him and smirked. All superior. Which was fine, Gohan was okay with being here.

Radditz put a hand on his chest and then straightened, so only his fingers were still pressed against Gohan�s skin, he leaned and reached for something on the counter, fumbled around and when he leaned down again he was holding the new lube that his brother�yes, Goten�had given them before he came home. The tube was dropped on his chest and Radditz set about removing the pants that Gohan had demanded he wear. Gohan opened the tube, broke the seal and set the lid on the floor away from them so it stood a chance for survival. When he had this finished, Radditz was half-naked and he took the lube.

�Good wench,� Radditz said. Made short work of coating himself in the lube, and Gohan gave him a very sour look as he took the lube back and tossed it so it was next to the lid.

�Remember I can castrate without very much effort.�

Radditz didn�t look too concerned about it. Curled his now slippery hands on Gohan�s hips and flipped him over so he was on his knees (not that comfortable) and pulled him back and up so he was perfectly placed for the convenience of the bastard as he moved forward and pressed against him. A breath of time, Gohan lowered his shoulders down and Radditz thrust forward into him, deep and fast making his hands curl tight and his erection to jerk.

Radditz groaned and let one of his hands moved down Gohan�s back, toward his shoulder, curled his fingers around his shoulder to hold him in place and he started to move, jerking forward and pressing deeper into his body.

Gohan rested his weight on his elbow and moved his other arm down to his erection, rubbed it lightly and bit his lip. Radditz was moving fast inside of him, quick and hard�without pause for any of the build up shit. It made his breath rattle out of his chest in gasps and grunts, his heart sped up and his sweat made his thigh rub wetly together. He reached back, felt the stretched opening of his body around Radditz and heard the moan, felt the tail against his head, and smiled breathlessly.

Radditz pulled him back, made his spine arch and he was being suspended by the strength of the arm holding him, helpless to do much more than stroke himself and try to breath as the slick hardness buried itself inside of him, mercilessly rubbing against him and making his whole body quiver as it tightened and fought for the peak that he could feel. The whiteness behind his eyes, the static in his ears and the sound of Radditz� breathing against his back, little groans. Skin on skin.

His knees jerked as he came and he fell forward, Radditz moved deep and stilled, shook but didn�t release, held onto him and stayed inside of him while Gohan gasped for breath and willed his heart to calm. When he could focus well enough, he turned his head, looked at Radditz and rolled his eyes at the smirk there.

�See?� the bastard said, pulling him back against his sweaty chest again, �My pretty wench.�

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Gohan: Aren�t you smug?

Goten: What�s with the lube thing?

Trunks: Well, when two boys are really horny for one another�

Goku: Oooo, I haven�t heard this one!

Vegeta: *smacks self in face* Oi�
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