Gohan wa Byouki no ka?

TRANSLATION: Gohan\'s sick? Vegeta\'s suggestion is number one!
DICLAIMER: I do not own Dragonball or Dragonball Z, the ingenious Toriyama Akira-sensei does.

“Haa…haa…Piccolo-san…” Gohan gasped out. “Haa…Pi…Piccolo…san…please…”
Piccolo smirked before continuing to gnaw on Gohan’s neck.
ACHOO!
The sudden movement caused Piccolo to accidentally bite down, which in turn caused Gohan to moan.
“Ooh…Piccolo-saaaan…harder, please!”
Snerk!
Maybe it was just him, but Piccolo didn’t quite find Gohan with a stuffy nose all that sexy, even while writhing in ecstasy – yes, actually *writhing,* and most certainly in ecstasy – beneath him.
Not that any of this actually *stopped* Piccolo for one second in the least, of course, but it did offset the mood. Just a little.
But then Gohan made one of those mews, one of those tiny little mews that never failed to really, really turn Piccolo on even more. And the way Gohan *looked* when he made the sound, head thrown back, black hair spread over the white pillows, the red tint in his cheeks as he panted…
“*Ooh!*” Gohan cried out, chest heaving and body twitching. “Piccccolo-sssaaaaaaan…pleeeeease! Dee- ooh!”
The headboard of the bed started to knock into the wall behind it.

“I can’t believe that actually worked,” Gohan muttered, rubbing at his nose for the sixth time. “Sex as a medical treatment. Bulma-san must be having a field day.”
“Whatever,” Piccolo muttered, running a hand through Gohan’s soft black hair. Though he’d never admit it, Piccolo rather liked Gohan’s hair. It always smelled like…well, Gohan.
Gohan purred lightly as his lover ran his hands down the insides of Gohan’s thighs, teeth nibbling at the back of Gohan’s neck.
“You know, Piccsan san – mm! – I think I still feel a little - *ah!* - sick - *ooh!*” Gohan squirmed back against his lover. “Nn…”
“Is that so?”
Gohan could sense his mentor’s smirk as the older man lifted Gohan up, hovering just over his large, thick, erect cock.
“I think – ooh! – I need a sho- aaaaaAAAAH!!”
Gohan’s ebony head fell back, panting, as Piccolo was buried in him in one quick thrust.
“Spread your legs a little farther, Gohan,” Piccolo said, hands positioned on the insides of Gohan’s thighs. He pulled his lover’s legs further apart, causing Gohan to pant and moan.
All too soon, however, Gohan felt himself being lifted up again, and he gave a small whine in protest.
“Piccolo-sa- haaah…” He gave another moan as Piccolo brought him down again.
His own cock started throbbing, pre-come gathering at the tip.
“Hold your legs open with your hands, Gohan,” Piccolo told hplacplacing his student’s own hands underneath his thighs.
“Nnn…” Gohan leaned his head back, panting against Piccolo’s broad chest.
“Good,” Piccolo growled as he lifted Gohan up once more and then bringing him down again, hard, driving deep into his lover on every thrust.
“Ooh! Oooh – Piccolo-san, Piccolo-san!” Gohan cried out, still holding his own thighs apart.
Piccolo grolwed once again and moved his thumbs over Gohan’s tail spot, where a small circle of dark scar tissue remained. But Piccolo wasn’t fooled by the soft feel of the mark – he knew that several nerve endings were located throughout the tissue there, making the mark a very sensitive area for his smaller lover.
He pushed down on the spot as he picked up the pace, lifting Gohan up and bringing him down as fast and hard as Piccolo possibly could. He began to gnaw on the hybrid’s neck, leaving red bite marks in his wake.
“*PICCOLO-SAN!!*” Gohan shouted, back arching, toes curling, fingers digging into his own spread thighs. “*PICCOLO-SAN!!*”
Piccolo bit down hard on his lover’s neck and brought the boy down one final, hard time as hot muscles clenched, tightened even more around his already throbbing cock. He came, spilling into Gohan once more as the boy himself came across his bedspread.
For a few minutes the couple sat on the bed, panting, Gohan still holding his legs up, Piccolo’s teeth still embedded in the now-bleeding mark on his lover’s neck, thumbs his pressing into the tail scar he himself had removed so long ago. Finally Piccolo let go, pulling Gohan’s hands away from his thighs, letting the legs fall onto the bed. The Namekseijin released his grip on the boy’s neck, licking it clean until it stopped bleeding as his lover panted, still out of breath.
Once Gohan had regained control over his lungs, he craned his neck back to look at his lover, who was currently licking at the bite mark.
“Wanna go again?” Gohan asked.
Piccolo stopped his licking to stare at Gohan. The boy smiled coyly at him, and Piccolo felt his cock twitch and harden inside Gohan.

Kuririn and Bulma were content to play Go – well, Kuririn was. Bulma was currently busy trying to listen in on the banging coming from upstairs and swatting Vegeta.
“For the last time, *no,* Vegeta, you are *not* going to throw me over this table and have your way with me! I’m trying to hear- er, play Go with Kuririn-kun.”
“Woman…” It was more of a plea than a growl, something Kuririn never thought he would hear.
“If you’re so damn eager, Vegeta, just take Son-kun to the waterfall and fuck *him*, already! You’re bothering me!” shouted the blue-haired scientist.
Gokuu and Vegeta both nearly fell over.
“What! Woman, you are *this* close to getting vapo-”
“Heveryverybody’s already figured it out,” Kuririn interrupted. “You two aren’t exactly discreet, y’know. Damn it!” Kuririn cursed as Bulma made a move on the board.
“Hah!” Bulma stuck her tongue out at the former monk.
“So you know?!” Gokuu nearly shrieked.
“Well, yes,” Chichi said, not pausing for a second in her dish-washing. “We all had a bet going on when you two would start shtupping.”
“Yamcha won, by the way,” Bulma interjected. “Crap.”
Kuririn smirked back at his friend, who growled at the game board, as if it were at fault for the move.
“And you aren’t – you aren’t *mad* or anythin’?” Gokuu asked tentively.
“Mad? Why should I be mad? It’s not as if you’re abandoning your family at all, Gokuu-sa. Next week is your 3rd anniversary, isn’t it?” Chichi asked casually.
“What? Um, yeah, but…hey, what’s with that feather duster?”
Chichi had left her task of dishes to fetch her feather duster. She shoved it under Gokuu’s nose and started to tickle him with it.
“Chichi, what are you- ah…ah…AH…AHCHOO!!”
Snrk! Gokuu wiped at his nose, looking at Chichi strangely. Off in the corner, Vegeta, who had been standing in shock, narrowed his eyes dangerously at the younger male.
“What was th- OOF!”
Chichi waved goodbye to her husband of twenty years as he was caarried off by a very horny Saiyajin priince.
“Ah, love,” Chichi sighed as she closed the door. She walked over to Bulma and planted a kiss on own lover’s cheek.
And all over the world, the Z soldiers and their friends were happy, for every one of them that night was getting action.

THE END.


NOTES: Yes, yes, I admit it – I gave into the temptation to have Vegeta secretly banging Gokuu. But I like Chichi, so I thought, well, no one writes a Chichi cool about the whole thing. I like the idea, so I wrote that. I was gonna make her and Bulma voyeurs who videotape everyone’s favourite DBZ yaoi couple, but…I decided to make them lesbians instead. Yay!
By the way, “shtup” is a Yiddish word, very very vulgar, which usually means “to fuck.” I learned it from my Jewish cousin (the lesbian one). Now, though “shtup” is basically American usage, I felt that Chichi would have used a word similar to it in some sort of country colloquial slang.