Adult-FanFiction.org : Gundam, Beyblade, DBZ, FMA

Rules of the Game	By : plasticseraphim Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2352 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 2
- 3
- 4
Author's Notes: Thank you so much to those of you who reviewed my story! Your comments are so helpful, and it makes me so happy to see that you are enjoying the story! Special thanks to Kevin, who never minds when I bug him about reading my slashy fics; and more special thanks to Calico Soneji and Macha, who continued to give me great feedback! Thanks you guys, you've really made my day. Now. . . Onto the slashy goodness!

Part III: Morning After

Gohan awoke the next morning feeling warm and safe. He could sense the bright sunlight sifting in through the dusty room behind his closed eyelids, and the sensation was very pleasant. He preferred sunlight and warmth to any other sensation, especially situations in which he could be surprised. He slowly inhaled the warm air through his nostrils; he sneezed as they were immediately filled with dust and the mildewy smell of the old house. He expected to hear his weary mother in the other room preparing miso soup and rice for breakfast; or perhaps even Trunks or Bulma assisting his mother in the kitchen. Opening his eyes cautiously to the bright sunlight, Gohan began to panic. This wasn't his room. His bed wasn't against this wall. He had a blue lamp against the opposite wall.

Suddenly, he remembered where he was. His eyes flew open and he scanned the room for any trace of Juunanagou. How could his mind betray him like this? Did his mind purposefully forget the events of last night? Gohan knew that the human mind was very capable of trapping horrible memories away where the conscious mind couldn't get to them. He assumed that this is what happened. Something horrible must have occurred that caused him to forget the events of last night!

That thought frightened him even more.

Gohan pulled the cotton sheets away from his waist and slid his legs over the edge of the bed. The movement caused a jarring pain in his ribcage sending a searing ache throughout his upper body. He clutched his abdomen and then realized he was naked. Did it really happen? Did he really go through with it? Well, he must have, his mind deducted, because he was still alive today.

Retching, Gohan vomited on the floor.

"Oh Gods, no. I didn't." Another wave of nausea swept over him. "I did. I did. Oh Gods, no. No, no, no, no." Holding his rib with one arm, he rubbed his eyes with the other. He inhaled deeto rto rid his mind of the onslaught of horrible images that flooded his brain.

He felt like he was watching the hazy memories on a black and white television. There he was lying on the bed terrorified, removing Juunana's shirt and placing it on the bed next to him. There he was grimacing as Juunanagou harshly grabbed as his hardening groin; there he was ashamed that he was somewhat enjoying it. There was Juunana smiling down at him, and then cupping his face so softly and placing a very heated kiss on his lips. Gohan watched himself melt, his eyes sliding shut as Juunanagou's cool tongue slid between his hot lips. There he was lying helpless as Juunana's adventurous mouth roamed down his jaw and over his neck to suck on his earlobe. There he was panting and moaning into the cool night. There was Juunanagou pinching his nipples and teasing his collarbone with his tongue; shortly after, Juunanagou had his lips on Gohan's nipples and Gohan was spiraling out of control. The android's deft fingers wrapped around Gohan's hard erection; there he was moaning and writhing with pleasure due to the cyborg's administrations. And the suddenly he was naked, and Juunana was too, and their bodies rocked together as their organs ground into each other. There he was screaming with pleasure into the night, completely ignoring the pain in his broken ribs and bruised body. There he was arching his back as Juunana prepared and entered him. There he was arching up and wrapping his legs around the cold-bodied half-human. And there he was spent; ejaculate covered his stomach, his eyes half lidded and the apparent after sex sheen across his features. The last memory was of Juunanagou placing one last lazy kiss across the spent man's lips, and then leaving the bed, and exiting from the room.

Gohan shivered. So id had happened. And he was still alive. Was this all Juunanagou wanted? A toy? A paradox of a whore that you would never have to pay? He felt dizzy, this was too overwhelming.

"Where are my clothes?" He said aloud, as if there was anyone to hear. He recalled Juunanagou throwing away his beat up martial arts clothes, so all he had left was the white cotton get-up that Juunanagou had provided. He found those on the chair in the corner, neatly folded and clean. Had Juunanagou done this? It seemed very out of character of the android to be so kind as to wash and fold his clothes. Whatever, there was no time to think on this now. After he was fully dressed, Gohan slipped out the window and flew west to the city.

* * *

"Where did you get those clothes, Gohan? They're nice." Chichi questioned when her son stepped into the kitchen.

"Uhh. . . Well, I found them. Someone had thrown them away." Gohan was a very bad liar. His face turned bright red, he fidgeted, and he could never look his mother in the eye. Plus, mothers know everything; Chichi could tell that her son was spouting verbal diarrhea. Chichi chose to ignore it though, as her son had gone through enough of her reprimanding and scolding to last three lifetimes.

"I'm going to go to visit Bulma to see if she has medicine."

"Are you sick, Gohan? Is my baby sick?" Chichi scuttled to her son and placed her small hand on his forehead, checking his temperature. "Are you coming down with something? Practice too hard? Oh my poor baby!"

Gohan ignoher.her. "No, I just have a few scratches. You know, nothing to worry about." He was lying again, but before Chichi could scold him, Gohan was gone.

As usual, Bulma was very pleased to see him. She too commented on the clothes. "They don't look like something you'd normally wear," she had said. Gohan made some other stories up and walked with Bulma to the lab. It was trashed: there was scrap metal, tools, screws, bolts, welding tools, electrical tape, and gadgets of all kinds everywhere. In the corner was a cabinet that held pharmaceuticals, most of which Capsule Corp had a huge role in creating.

"What kind do you need?"

"Something to fix broken bon Th The surprised look on Bulma's face evoked a true answer out of Gohan. "I had a run in with Juunanagou the other night. He threw me through a wall. You know how it is. It doesn't feel as bad as it did before. . ."

Searching through the cabinet, Bulma pulled out a blue vial and, after reading the medical uses on the tube, handed it to Gohan.

"Drink this with a meal, or else you'll end up puking your guts out." Bulma flashed Gohan an understanding smile and patted the young man on his shoulder. "Actually," the older woman glanced at her watch, "It looks about time for lunch. Trunks will be home any minute; do you want to stay?"

Gohan contemplated it for a few moments. As much as he did want to stay, he couldn't risk the confrontation he expected from Trunks. Trunks, always a curious individual, would ask a thousand questions as to where Gohan obtained this bruise, that scrape, that broken rib, that red hickey on his neck.

"I'm sorry Bulma, as much as I'd be delighted to eat with you and Trunks, I must decline. There is something I have to do." The man leaned forward and wrapped his strong bulky arms around the frail older woman. "Thank you for everything, Bulma. I owe you one."

She hugged back, gently, and smiled into his neck. "You owe me nothing. Take care Gohan." She leaned back to look him in the eyes. "And, don't worry, I won't tell your mother where you got that giant hickey." Bulma plastered a teasing smirk on her face and winked at the young boy, who turned bright red and began to sweat tremendously. "Take care now."

Gohan left and didn't look back.

To be Continued. . .

Author's Notes: Another Cliffhanger! Arg, I am bad, I know. Please continue to send me the great feedback, you guys. I really appreciate your criticism and comments; it keeps me going!
- 2
- 3
- 4
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Rules of the Game