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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: 7954

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!

A/N – I guess this could be considered an A/U, especially if you haven’t seen the DBZ special I’m referred to. Here is the first part on Youtube - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eqMhQnxmh0s - I’ll let you search out the rest on your own.

Now – on with my A/U

Chapter Summary: ~o0o~ Gohan and Goku learn a bit more about each other

Chapter_2

Surprisingly, at least in Gohan’s opinion, after what had taken place between them, Goku opted to go to one of the public dining areas for food. Or maybe it wasn’t so surprising – if they’d stayed in his father’s quarters Gohan wasn’t certain how much of a meal they would have actually eaten. The thought didn’t make Gohan feel any less comfortable walking next to his dad, who’d dressed in a black gi rather than a regulation uniform, in public when he wasn’t really certain where they stood with each other. He hadn’t noticed while they had been walking through the ship or standing in line for food, but now that he was sitting he realized he was uncomfortable for another reason.

Which brought more memories of why he ached. Obviously there was attraction on both sides – certainly before his father had finally faced the fact that yes, indeed, he had fucked his son. Gohan wondered if he would ever be able to just hug Goku without reliving it. What if he couldn’t? Was their relationship destroyed passed the point of redemption? Or was it ready to take a form never conceived of?

Gohan forced his mind to focus on something else – meals in the cafeteria weren’t all that great, he decided. His father laughed at him when he grimaced at the protein pudding – or whatever they wanted to call it. At the academy they had rotating meal shifts and separate cafeterias for different types of eaters. Not tried to get everyone to eat the same things.

“I’m glad I’m not the only one who doesn’t believe it is food,” Goku said. Gohan found the statement contrary to everything he believed about his dad and filling his saiyan stomach; another youthful misconception destroyed beyond patching back together.

Goku leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, “I have brontosaurus steaks back in my room if you want.” The older backed off, wondering if he had been too close – or not close enough. Gohan’s reaction didn’t tell him if his invasion of personal space was welcomed or not. He wished his stomach hadn’t growled when it had. There were too many things left unanswered between them. Maybe taking Gohan to the cafeteria had been a mistake – he found his fingers twitching as thoughts of touching Gohan came to his mind unbidden.

Gohan flinched as he looked around the cafeteria at all the different alien types. There were a large number of reptilian races – he could see where that sort of contraband would get some unwanted – and probably volatile – attention. “Why didn’t you tell me before? And where did you get them?” He wondered if he was being extremely paranoid or if a disconcerting amount of people had given them the eye when his father had leaned over to whisper to him; like they all thought the two of them were suddenly going to have sex on the table – or something. If he were a little bolder, and a little less sore, the idea might have held appeal. However, as it was he couldn’t believe he had just had that thought and blamed the errant scheme on the continued aftereffects of pheromones running rampant through his system.

Goku shrugged, ignoring the abnormal amount of attention as he brought another mouthful of the pudding to his mouth, swallowing like he’d gotten used to it. “I didn’t want to take the time to cook. I was hungry right then. And I got them from one of the shipments Bulma sends to Vegeta’s ship,” he grinned at Gohan, “It’s good to have well supplied friends.” Goku still didn’t know how Vegeta got those shipments, since it seemed SSJ Vengeance never actually stopped at any hubs. He’d helped himself to several of the capsules the last time he’d visited – Goku was certain Bulma wouldn’t mind.

Gohan couldn’t help smiling as he brought another spoonful of the stuff – as he was coming to think of it – to his mouth. Bulma had managed to get contracts with the intergalactic army. Not only for the capsule technology and the fact she was Prince Vegeta’s wife, but also because Capsule Corp. now had the largest cocoa-processing facility in the universe – on New Namek. The headquarters for C.C.’s intergalactic relations was based on New Namek as well – Earth really was rather out of the way once you began to see the scope of the occupied universe.

Gohan plugged his nose as he placed the spoon in his mouth and swallowed. “Gah – the bland flavor sticks to the back of your tongue!” he shuddered as he pushed the bowl away and grabbed the rice he’d picked out instead. “I’d never thought I’d wish for rice! All it needs is some tamari sauce! That sounds like heaven right now.”

“Yeah, well, rice isn’t going to give you the protein you need, and we both know it,” Goku commented. Gohan’s prissy behavior was getting them more attention than his son realized. Goku knew he’d have to tell him to suck it up once they were in a more private setting. There was more than one reason he’d picked this ship once Vegeta had command of the saiyans underhand – someone had to be an example that saiyans could work with other alien races.

Gohan nodded. “Save those steaks,” he said under his breath, “I’ll have one when I become really desperate for red meat.”

Several tables over they both heard, “…food, fighting and fucking – not necessarily in that order.” Gales of assorted alien laughter broke out, several in the group giving Gohan and his father surreptitious looks.

“Ignore them,” Goku said as his son’s face clouded over. “They make belittling jibes like that because it helps them believe they are superior.” His voice lowered to a growl, “It’s better than having them afraid of us, I suppose. Still, I’ve at least witnessed enough to know why Vegeta behaved the way he did when he first came to Earth. Can you imagine what it would be like to face that daily with only a fraction of the battle power he has now?”

As he gained a new perspective of what Vegeta’s life must have been like before he came to Earth, Gohan felt his eyes widen. “Oh…that – that explains a lot.” In the academy behavior like this was discouraged with consequences. It seemed once you were actually on a battleship the same rules no longer applied. Real life, real circumstances – Vegeta’s thirty-some years out here must have become rather tedious, to think of it nicely. “How would they act if we hadn’t obtained super saiyan status?” Gohan wondered out loud.

“We certainly wouldn’t be sitting here,” Goku replied as he pushed his trays with empty dishes away. Saiyans with less power than Vegeta and himself hadn’t had an easy time of it after the Kold regime had been destroyed. The first decade following, there had been no allies to run to as the ice-jin army had began hunting saiyans down one by one, determined to prevent the next Legendary.

Of all people, Tarble had been the one to start gathering and networking saiyans together. He found them during the years of research he spent tracking down his brother. Now most of those saiyans managed to gather at Vegeta’s flagship – as well as any newcomers who came out after Tarble’s search had ended. Rumor was, if the prince felt they had enough battle power he kept them onboard. If they didn’t he sent them ‘elsewhere’. Goku was fairly certain ‘elsewhere’ was Earth. Although, like the supply shipments, Goku wasn’t certain how Vegeta sent the saiyans to Earth – it wasn’t as though there were a ton of individual ships for such journeys.

Goku’s thoughts led him to lower his voice and lean towards Gohan’s ear again. “It will probably be better if you chose one heritage. Mixed breeds don’t exactly have a fan club out here. Most people still believe it is impossible to inter-breed no matter how close the DNA of two species is.”

Gohan eased his father’s concerns. “I signed on as saiyan when I joined the academy.” He dropped his voice a couple of decibels, “I knew enough to know we didn’t want the universe to believe humans had the same strength as saiyans. The recruiters were happy to see my potential even if it took my classmates, teachers and training officers years to believe I wasn’t going to turn on them at any moment.” It was the reason Gohan had finally decided on shielding as his specialty. It wasn’t an offensive position – peopled tended to appreciate protection even if they were wary of the person providing it.

Goku nodded his approval. “Let’s get out of here – somewhere we can talk without all this attention. There are times I don’t like the amount of tension I can generate from being in a room this size.” Being on a starship didn’t allow for the type of privacy Goku had enjoyed all of his years on Earth. There were times he second-guessed his decision to join this cause, but in the end he knew it was the right thing to have done.

If the ice-jin’s had their way Earth would be a cloud of cosmic dust and he wouldn’t have a peaceful home to go to when this was finished. Again he wished there were a way to pin the cold reptiles to one planet where Vegeta and he, and now Gohan, could go to town cleaning them out. He hadn’t thought that way when he first came out here, but the reality of chasing them through space one by one became too tedious to even think about – let alone practice daily.

Of course, the idea of facing an entire population, estimated to still be somewhere in the tens of thousands, on scattered planets and starships, with the potential of Freeza’s or Cooler’s power all at once was daunting. Add enough of those lower power levels together and they had the potential of being stronger than Buu – if they managed to figure out a way to work in concert, or heaven forbid, fuse. It reminded him of the fight he and Vegeta had faced against metal Cooler. The anticipation of such a possibility sent a shiver down his spine, caused his fingers to clench, made him want to go super saiyan three.

Gohan followed Goku out of the dinning – and he thought that term loosely – area. Their boots sounded against the grates in the hall a few steps before Goku turned to him. “Maybe you should show me where your room is? I think mine might still be filled with pheromones.” Goku couldn’t quite make himself look Gohan in the eye when he said it. He wondered if he would still have a peaceful home to return to even if this war ended. With what had taken place between Gohan and himself even that was in doubt.

Gohan could feel the blush steal over his features. This was the first time outside of Goku’s room that something was mentioned about what had happened. Even if it was on his mind since it had happened, Gohan really had tried to subdue the memories. Tasteless food had only provided a minimal of distraction when his body kept reminding him with some new ache. He looked around the area they were in, trying to get his bearings before he was fairly certain which direction of the ship his room was in. “Yeah – this way,” he said as he took the lead. They had been very careful not to touch physically while in the common areas of the ship – not too difficult a task, at least as far as Gohan was concerned, considering he still wasn’t comfortable with what had happened.

It wasn’t exactly like they were going to hold hands while walking through the ship. Their relationship had never been like that – or if it had been then he’d been too young to remember. However, every time his father had leaned in to whisper something to him Gohan had felt nervous energy fluttering in his stomach. Social upbringing and logic said this could only be a one-time deal, an accident, even as his mind was able to supply scenarios in which it didn’t have to be.

Now they were about to be alone again and Gohan didn’t know how to behave, act or feel about it. He resisted the urge to take a huge breath as he slid the door to his room aside, paranoia making him look around before entering – wondering if people were watching.

Goku could sense how agitated Gohan became the closer and closer they got to his room. It upset him, but he didn’t know what to do about it. He couldn’t guess if Gohan didn’t want to be alone with him – Goku wouldn’t blame him – or if Gohan wanted something to happen when they were alone. It was frustrating this had happened. Bad enough there was an intergalactic war going on, let alone adding these sorts of personal problems on top of all the normal responsibilities expected of him. Leaving Vegeta’s ship, he’d thought he’d also left behind these sorts of personal complications. He stepped into Gohan’s room after his son slid the door aside.

Gohan slid the door shut after he assured himself people weren’t watching them with more than passing interest. He leaned his back against the door and let his father take a look around his tiny room for a moment as he tried to think of where to start. He cleared his throat to get Goku’s attention once he thought he had a basic idea of what he needed to say. He froze – his mouth half open as Goku turned towards him.

It took Goku a moment to realize Gohan was floundering. “Look, Gohan,” he said, blushing faintly, “I don’t know what to do from here.”

Gohan swallowed. “Yeah,” he looked down as he hesitated, “Even if we wanted to continue it wouldn’t be a smart thing to do,” he looked up in time to see Goku nod in agreement. “But we have to at least be able to act normal around each other, right?” he hurried on as a confused look came over his father’s features. “I mean, every time you leaned over to whisper in my ear earlier I had shivers running down my spine. And that cracked joke about mammals fucking was probably because they could smell us.”

Goku ran a hand through his hair as he sat on the single chair in the room. “That’s going to be a dead give away. We could stay away from each other physically, but if we can’t control that reaction whenever we are near each other, then anyone whom is able to catch our scent is going to put it together shortly.” He gave a quick, tart laugh, “Heck – with the reputation saiyans already have I wouldn’t be surprised if it wasn’t a shock to half the population on this ship.” He looked up as he detected Gohan tense up. “What?”

“Um…the Captain sort of personally told me to stay away from your room for a couple more hours than I did.” Gohan blushed furiously. “How was I supposed to know that standing out in the hall was a bad idea?”

“Oh,” Goku responded as he let the information sink in, the almost guilty look on Gohan’s face made him wonder what expression was on his own face. “Maybe you’d better tell me what happened from the start?”

“Well, I was spaced out from shielding, but still wanted to see you. It’s been a few years.” Gohan shrugged and moved away from his door. “I searched out your ki and thought meditating by your door would be safe.” Gohan could feel his face heating up and guessed it probably matched the color rising to Goku’s cheeks. “Instead I ended up plugging my ears and was humming –” Now that he’d explained it out loud it sounded like the lamest thing to have been doing. He cleared his throat as he sat on his bed and continued. “I’m not really certain how long I was out there before a woman, who first looked like Mom, came out of the room yelling something back inside, then she saw me and started shape-shifting – not like Oolong or Puar; slower – mentioned something about you liking mammals better and payment owed to the both of us, then shoved me into your room and shut the door.”

Goku knew he was blushing from the heat he could feel in his cheeks. Gohan didn’t sound like he was upset that he’d been finding release with a professional. Of course, at the moment that was probably the least of Gohan’s concerns. The older saiyan even had the briefest of thoughts to be thankful he and Neles had been in the shower for the last bit of their activities. He’d finished cleaning up while koge was packing her things before she had shoved Gohan into his room. However, none of these thoughts were helping find a solution. He sighed in frustration.

A frown formed on Gohan’s face as he racked his brain for a way out of this. It would have been so much easier if he’d be able to lie to himself – and his father – about his reaction to what had happened. It may have hurt both of them, but it probably would have made dealing with this so much quicker. He rubbed his hands against his knees before he stood, immediately gaining his father’s attention. “Maybe we should start over.”

“Start over?” Goku asked, at this point willing to try anything, but wondered what Gohan had in mind.

Gohan assumed a forced smile as he opened his arms. “Hi Dad. It’s really nice to see you.”

Goku smiled ruefully as he stood. “It’s good to see you too,” he said as he stepped into Gohan’s open arms, squeezing him close in a hug. He felt Gohan tense, but refused to relinquish his hold. Gohan’s hands fisted the back of his gi as Goku rested his head on his son’s shoulder.

His nose settled at Gohan’s neck, just above the collar of his jacket and Goku breathed in deep as Gohan’ spoke. “This – this isn’t going to work…” Goku exhaled an agreeing sound, but released the hold he had on his son long enough to slip the jacket from his shoulders, ignoring the fact it caught at Gohan’s elbows, before butting his nose against Gohan’s neck again, breathing deeper, squeezing Gohan to him tighter.

The breath caught in Gohan’s throat at the gentle touch against his neck, shivering as his father’s breath ghosted sensitive skin. The first flick of his father’s tongue over the same portion of his neck surprised him and he gasped as he jerked, his arms reflexively pulling Goku closer, the bunched up material of his jacket binding at his elbows. It was all so different from what had taken place before – he certainly had more rational at the moment. The crazy animal need wasn’t blindsiding him - and yet he still felt desire for the man pressed against him. He squeezed his eyes shut, ducking his forehead against Goku’s shoulder – a blend of yearning and shame causing him to seek nebulous physical shelter from the confusing mix of emotions.

Heartbeats came and went before Goku tasted Gohan again, having decided that if Gohan didn’t like it then he would have moved away, not gotten closer.   His son reacted with hitched breath instead of the startled gasp the same action had elicited before and Goku tasted a third time. His lips descended after, applying tender suction, belying the lust quickly settling in the pit of his stomach and clouding his mind.

A hickey was a silly concern, considering everything else that was happening, but Gohan turned his face towards Goku’s, seeking to interrupt those lips, pressing his own against them once they were face to face.

Goku closed his eyes, better able to experience the sensation of his lips working against the other’s. A couple of hours ago his awareness had regrettably been solely focused on himself and what his body wanted. For now he was aware of Gohan’s reactions, but the signals were confusing.

Gohan’s hands relaxed as their kiss continued – no aggressive tongues, just the feel and taste of supple flesh moving against the other’s. There was a moment where he thought to himself that this could continue for hours without any qualms on his part. It took him a moment to look up when his father’s lips pulled away.

“Are we going to do this?” Goku asked as Gohan’s dazzled gaze finally met his. He didn’t want to sound mean, but seduction wasn’t exactly his forte. He’d been dealing with professionals – sure things – for the last couple of years and it hadn’t quite sunk in how different this needed to be. He did know he couldn’t continue if there wasn’t going to be any follow through. The situation was quickly moving to a point he wouldn’t be willing to walk away.

“Yeah – it’s just…” Gohan hesitated to say anything. His father obviously took it the wrong way, withdrawing from their embrace. Gohan caught Goku’s wrists, blushing hard as he wasn’t given time to formulate a different manner in which to speak his hesitation. “I’m sore, you know – from before…”

Goku swallowed and nodded. “I’m sorry,” he cleared his throat better, “Do you have – you know – anything…” Gohan’s gaze was questioning. “Um, lubricant?”

Gohan blushed and looked down. “Yeah – in my bag. I have to find it,” he said as he released Goku’s wrists to reach for his bag. He lifted it from the floor to the bed in order to rummage through its contents easier. He couldn’t remember where he’d put the capsule; it wasn’t something he’d expected to use immediately. Having possession of it was more a matter of being prepared for all contingencies – except for the one he was currently in. He pulled the capsule out and held it up in triumph when he found it, freezing mid turn as his father caught his wrist.

Goku caught his son’s wrist, pressed his body against Gohan’s backside. “I think we should go back to my quarters,” he breathed the words against his son’s ear. Gohan’s bed was a single, regulation bed. They’d have it destroyed in a matter of minutes. Not to mention – if he remembered correctly – new personnel quarters weren’t exactly sound proof. From what he could remember of earlier, once they got going, he didn’t expect Gohan to be quiet.

Gohan swallowed, throat gone dry as he looked around his small room. He finally nodded. “I’ll need some time to cool off,” he said as he wondered if he would be able to do settle down with his father in the same space as him; every breath he took seemed to cloud his judgment just that much more – and this was after he’d eaten and regained some of his power. The demi was beginning to wonder if those had only been convenient excuses. Gohan knew he certainly wouldn’t be able to get to his father’s quarters along side Goku without causing a scene.

Goku growled in frustration. “Why?” he asked, lowering their outstretched arms.

Gohan turned his head so he could speak over his shoulder. “I don’t want to walk through the hallways with a boner pointing your direction,” he hissed. He felt his face heat up at having said it so pointedly.

Goku grinned and chuckled. If that was his son’s only reason for delaying – “I have a new trick up my sleeve,” he said, wrapping his arms tighter around Gohan’s body. “Close your eyes,” he warned as he closed his eyes for better focus.

Gohan gasped as his room faded and his father’s darkened one replaced what he saw. Not that he could see everything clearly with only starlight streaming in through the big bay windows, but the scents he caught here confirmed where he was. “How….”

“Mmmmm,” Kakarott hummed as he pulled Gohan’s jacket the rest of the way off. “I learned how to teleport a distance away from a specific person – such as a shielder. They are constantly in one place. The only real limitations are distance, has to be on the same ship, or two ships extremely close together, and the amount of locations I know the shielders in place well enough to actually focus on them long enough to calculate the location.”

Gohan chuckled. “Like your bedroom?”

Goku nipped at Gohan’s ear. “My quarters. My bedroom is on Earth, and I haven’t been there in so long I can hardly remember what it looks like, let alone instantly transmit to it.”

Even with reminders like that, Gohan didn’t feel his lust slack the least. “It’s changed a lot,” he informed his father as he turned to face him. Even in the few years he’d been stuck on Earth to finish college before he went to the Academy his mother had changed a lot of things around – it was difficult to imagine what else she may have changed in the last few years.

“Right now, I don’t care,” Goku said, leaning forward, kissing his son. Gohan hummed agreeably as one of his arms arm wrapped around Goku’s torso and the other slid over his shoulder.   Fingers began pulling lightly at Goku’s spiky hair. He didn’t understand how Gohan could drive him nuts so quickly. There were more factors here that should cause him to stall and yet as soon as they even began to weigh as morality he banished them from his thoughts. He maneuvered them towards the bed – his attempt to get them there quickly was repeatedly impeded by Gohan’s insistent attentions. The older saiyan would have been frustrated except most of those delays were Gohan rubbing his body erotically against his. “You’d be dangerous with a tail,” Goku growled, gripping the hem of Gohan’s shirt and pulling it off swiftly before twining his tail around his son’s leg just above the knee and using it to trip him up, forcing him to fall backwards onto the mattress.

“Ah!” Gohan gasped in shock. A light beside the bed was switched on and Gohan’s eyes narrowed in defense against the illumination for a few seconds. When they finally adjusted the smirk he could see on Goku’s face as he crawled up on the mattress with him spoke of nothing but lust. During the short time he’d been squinting Goku had managed to get his gi shirt off. He spread his legs wider as Goku came to rest between them, his body lying against his, kissing, hands playing in hair and then stroking against skin continued amidst purrs and growls vibrating the air around them.

“Mmmmm” Goku hummed as he slowly pulled his lips from Gohan’s. “Where’s that lube?” he asked.

It took Gohan’s brain a moment to compute the question. “Hmm,” he said while trying to remember. “I dropped the capsule sometime along the way,” he admitted.

“K,” Goku said, leaning forward to place a quick kiss against Gohan’s lips before pulling back and standing. A quick scan over the floor didn’t reveal any stray capsules, so he shrugged and turned back towards his nightstand, digging through the top drawer. He tossed a small container onto the bed next to Gohan before he shut the drawer and then began taking his pants off.

Gohan set the container down – he’d picked it up to read the label – and began taking his pants off as well. There was a bit of jumble with boots, Goku helping Gohan remove his footwear before he climbed back up the mattress beside his partner. He moved the container out of his way, setting it on Gohan’s flat stomach, smirking as his son sucked in air and his muscles contracted from the cool contact with his skin. The older propped his head up on one hand while he ran the other down Gohan’s side and thigh. He only remembered bits and pieces of what had taken place before, but he was fairly certain he hadn’t taken the time to just caress. From what his ‘lovers’ – most of those paid – said, that wasn’t his M.O. when he came back from a tense mission.

If Gohan’s reactions were anything to go by then it seemed he appreciated the attention. His eyes were closed, his mouth slightly open, whisper-volume gasps of pleasure escaping as goose bumps rose in reaction. Goku slid his fingers to the inside of Gohan’s closest thigh and pulled it gently towards himself so he could hook his free leg over it. Gohan’s head turned to face his direction, his eyes open now, the gasps gone while Goku watched him swallow, some uncertainty communicated in his body language. Goku began caressing him again; if Gohan’s erection were any indication, then the uncertainty wasn’t about whether or not they should continue.

Gohan closed his eyes as his father began touching him again. The way his arm closest to Goku was trapped between them made leaning his head forward a tad awkward, but he was able to touch his lips to Goku’s skin. The hand roaming over his body slowly wound its way closer and closer to touching him with more serious intent. By the time his father’s hand incidentally brushed against his cock Gohan was nipping whatever small portion of Goku he could reach in frustration. His hips rocked up, seeking that fleeting touch again, and his teeth lost their hold as he groaned when Goku finally gave him a deliberate stroke.

Goku’s tail wound around their twined legs as he leaned forward, silencing Gohan as he kissed him. His son rocked into his hand with restricted, jerky movements. His lips and tongue tingled from the vibrations Gohan’s cries created in the limited space between them. He groaned as well when Gohan managed to free his hand from between their bodies and grip him. He growled as the short strokes continued, his tail unwinding from their thighs as he let go of his son’s erection in order to press Gohan’s far leg further away. “Don’t st-stop,” Gohan hissed at him, his hand stilling from its attentions over Goku’s erection.

“Hnnnnn,” as much as he liked the way his son practically demanded continuance, he had other plans. “Hold the container still so I can undo the lid, will you?” he requested, twisting the top off as Gohan held the base. Goku dipped two fingertips into the gel, gathering some of the curiously globbed material. He focused his ki briefly to his fingertips charging the dormant ki that resided inside tiny balls of silicone almost too small to see with the naked eye.

Gohan’s eyes widened as the gel began to glow. “What is that?” if his father thought he was putting something with glitter anywhere near his anus…the thought of the sandpaper effect made him cringe.

“Some clever species with healing powers, not as good as Dende’s, but close, figured out how to capture the healing-ki in tiny silicone balls. It takes a bit of a person’s ki to burn off the containers and rouse the latent healing powers and then,” Goku’s fingers disappeared from sight and Gohan gasped. He’d expected coolness of gel being pressed against his asshole – instead he felt the warm, soothing heat he associated with healing-ki. “Like that?” Goku asked with a knowing smirk as Gohan nodded his head vigorously. “Apparently I didn’t put enough down there earlier if you still felt pain after you woke.” He nipped Gohan’s shoulder as he blushed, remembering tending to a stranger’s body while said stranger was passed out. He’d felt, at the time, like a pervert even though he knew he’d been doing his bed partner a favor. “It’s got limitations, but it does well enough for simple wounds.”

Gohan could only imagine that it did, and he had an abundance of curiosity about the substance, but right now he was too wound up in what Goku was doing to him to care about asking. Those answers could come later – Gohan wanted to seek the solution to different problem, one that was increasing steadily every moment as Goku’s fingers teased inside him.

Goku deliberately brought his son to the edge, and then withdrew his fingers slowly. When Gohan whined Goku smirked. “Going to do something about it?” he had a moment to regret his teasing as Gohan snapped up on his side, the open container pressing between their bodies. The gel was expensive – if you didn’t have access to the medical ward (he tried to keep his pilfering to a minimum). Thankfully it was a gel, and only a bit of it slipped to his stomach before he managed to right it after Gohan had rolled him to his back. The container was removed from his hands and Gohan capped it before tossing it to the mattress. “Don’t waste it,” Goku said when it looked like Gohan was trying to figure out what to do with the small amount on his stomach. He wasn’t certain what the smirk on Gohan’s face was about.

He found out soon enough as Gohan scooped the dollop with his hand, and then scooted down just enough so he could reach between their bodies, “You said it takes a bit of ki?” he asked, trying to focus the tiniest amount of ki he could to the palm of his hand. He grinned as it responded, glowing softly, before he wrapped his hand around his father’s erection, enjoying the shocked gasp as Goku arched into his hand. He lathered the substance over the head of his father’s penis and then moved forward, adjusting until he felt Goku pressed against him and then sat back steadily.

It had been a long time since Goku had been with a partner who was able to move him around in bed without too much effort. Not since Vegeta…Goku called out and rolled with the rhythm Gohan set. When he would have gripped his son’s hips Gohan pinned his hands to the bed and rode him. Flushed face, sheen of sweat and those coy little cries were nothing at all like any of his past lovers and the sounds drove Goku crazy.

The healing gel reached places Gohan guessed his father’s fingers couldn’t. Soon the healing ki was used up leaving only the material used to encase it behind, but by that time Gohan had found the perfect angle. Goku’s soft exclamations of enjoyment drew Gohan back to slight awareness. He watched while being watched and this…he found this different. How many other partners could he have held down in bed and ridden until he was content without hurting them? He had wondered what it would be like to be with a partner he didn’t have to worry about. Now he knew and the fact it was his father wasn’t enough of a deterrent to keep him from wanting it again. He closed his eyes.

Whatever Gohan had been searching for as their eyes held each other’s gazes he’d apparently found. His pace changed, slamming himself back in apparent satisfaction repeatedly, his calls getting wilder. Goku was thankful his quarters were sound proofed as he heard his own harmony underlying the melody of his son’s voice. When Gohan’s rhythm faltered Goku rocked up into him, over and over until Gohan spent his load. Then he rolled them and set a pace that had him finishing a few, quick strokes later. He lay heavily over his son’s body after, breathing hard, the rise and fall of the chest beneath his cheek and the heartbeat he could hear soothing him.

Then Gohan yelped in surprise before he started giggling and thrashing. “STOP!”

Goku lifted his head, eyes not quite willing to focus. He growled at his unruly tail, stilling it with effort on his part from brushing against Gohan’s side. He swore the thing had a mind of its own. He groaned as he pulled his body away from his son’s embrace and wrapped his tail around his waist. “Sorry,” he mumbled, too spent from their recent activities to give a more thought out apology. He settled down along Gohan, kissing skin and breathing his scent absentmindedly, his hands roaming idly.

Whatever madness this was seemed to have slacked off – for now. It wasn’t gone, Goku knew it would return and he was conflicted. The question still remained; what did they do now? “I think you should move into my quarters,” he concluded quietly. He became concerned when he didn’t receive a response from Gohan and he propped himself up, only to see that his son had fallen asleep.

An indulgent smile graced Goku’s lips before he wrapped the comforter around them both and snuggled close to Gohan.

~o0o~ Neles’ interlude

Neles set her bag down on an empty stool before going to make tea. She was pleasantly surprised there was some already brewing.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to relieve you.” Her quartermate’s voice sounded scratchier than usual and Neles turned around. They were strange quartermates, reptile and feline, but they got along well. Having a common occupation, and one client in particular, helped them understand each other better than would seem possible from an outside point of view. Nori was currently wearing a thick-weave robe and looked like she should still be in bed – her orange and white fur stuck up in tuffs all around the parts of her body not covered by the robe. Neles suspected that beneath the clothing Nori’s fur was doing the same.

“You said you were sick so I wasn’t expecting you to come relieve me, but I’m glad you sent a replacement,” Neles responded. The blank look her quartermate gave her seemed out of place.

Nori froze mid-stretch. “Replacement?” she asked.

“Yeah, the dark-haired male I haven’t seen before...Kakarott’s a tough first assignment.” Giving a new-hire over to Kakarott’s tender mercies was a mean thing to do. If the boy survived then he could be possible competition. If he didn’t then they would know he wouldn’t be contending for the best paying clients. Neles smirked at her quartermate.

“I didn’t send a replacement.” Nori’s eyes were wide with astonishment.

Neles frowned. “Don’t joke with me…” the koge suddenly felt the need for something stronger than tea when her quartermate shook her head in denial. “Oh, shit.”

“What did you do?” Nori asked, her orange and white-striped, fluffy tail thumped repeatedly against the wall in an agitated manner.

Neles’ hands shook as she opened the cupboard. “Let me make a drink first,” she requested as she reached for the bottle of binad and then grabbed a tumbler. Nori poured herself a cup of tea while she waited and then both females sat at the tiny table, Neles moving her bag to the floor before taking a seat.

“Well?” Nori asked as she grew impatient, her voice sounding even rougher. She smiled – the intrigue of this was making her forget she had a cold.

The feline had to wait until after the koge had taken her first sip before she started. “I was with Kakarott for over two hours.”

“Wow,” Nori was certain Neles hadn’t been with Kakarott the four hours she was gone, but even two hours with the saiyan was a lot to handle.

Neles nodded in confirmation. “We were in that tiny shower of his when I’d finally got him off – it seems to be taking longer and longer, have you noticed?” Nori and she were of the very few working girls that had cross-species clients. Nori had a different ability for adapting her appearance, a learned technique rather than Neles’ inherent shape changing, but would only be with other mammalian type species. Neles had the advantage she would work with almost any species, but she liked working with warm-blooded aliens – they smelled nice and made her body tingle with their heat.

“Yeah,” Nori replied with a frown, “I thought maybe it was just me.” Neles was usually with him during the time his attentions were stronger – the koge had more strength.   Nori came in as backup for when he’d calmed down – cuddle time was not Neles’ forte. Although these things didn’t mean sex didn’t happen when the feline was with Kakarott.

Shaking her head, Neles continued, “No – don’t fear that. I was waiting around for Kakarott to finish showering – you know how he is when he comes back from a mission – he’s the only client I’ll wait until after to get paid.”

Nori chuckled, “I don’t think we have much of a choice.” She stuck out the tip of her flat, coarse tongue at her quartermate.

Neles razzed her back with her tongue – thick and smooth. It had been a socially foreign gesture, but she’d learned the humor of it quickly enough. “So, he’d just finished his shower and was looking for the payment.” Neles didn’t mind trade items and Kakarott always seemed to have chocolate about. She couldn’t eat it, because it was poisonous to kegos’ systems, but she knew she could trade it easily enough. Aphrodisiacs were wonderful things – when they were legal that made them even more useful. “It took him a while – you know how he is after – a bit muddled minded, cute though – there’re times I wonder what he was like before he joined the war. Anyway, he stopped mid-search and his attention went to the door. It wasn’t until then I noticed the humming. I guessed, from the way his tail whipped about and his musk was coming on strong that there was someone at the door. I wasn’t prepared to be in a threesome, not after the workout I’d already had, so I grabbed my bag to leave in a hurry. If I’d been thinking I would have known it wasn’t you, he’s happy to see you, but never so intense as that,” she commented off-handedly. “Still, I guess I thought maybe you’d changed your mind and were feeling up to it and I could collect payment later. So I opened the door to find the young male instead. I thought you had sent him,” she frowned at herself as she remembered the surprised look he’d given her as she’d shifted. Kakarott preferred she stay in his mate’s form until she left. Neles had thought the young one stupid instead of confused by the look he’d given her while she’d been telling him what to do.

“You know it’s not in my nature to be charitable – that vicious streak I have took pleasure in throwing him into the beast’s layer.” The koge female raised the glass to her lips and emptied it before she poured herself another, even though she was feeling better from haven spoken about it. She looked up to try to gauge Nori’s reaction to her – what could prove to be monumental – blunder.

They stared at each other for a moment. “What do you think has happened?” Neles finally asked when Nori had remained silent for too long.

Nori shook her head. “Other than sex? I don’t know.”

“Dang it, if I hadn’t dallied in returning here, there might have been time for me to go back and interrupt what was happening. It’s past the time I could have stopped anything though.” Uncharacteristic guilt had Neles sipping from her glass again. She’d gone to the dust showers in order to give her sick quartermate more uninterrupted time to sleep. “Do you think Kakarott would have stopped? If the young male managed to protest?” She was aware of her mean streak, but not even she would stoop so low as to wish rape on anyone.

Nori licked tea from her furry upper lip as she thought her quartermate’s question over. “Kakarott makes sure we’re paid well enough to be aware of when he is returning from a mission for a reason, Neles.”

“Do – do you think they’ll bring Kakarott up on rape charges?” she was feeling miserable and not bothering to hide it from her quartermate. She looked up at the sharp laugh her feline acquaintance gave.

“Kakarott? You’ve got to be kidding. He’s too valuable to this ship and this war. If anything, they’ll pay the kid to be silent – and if he won’t be paid, they may find another way to silence him.” Nori sounded bitter, and Neles knew enough of ship politics and intrigue that she wouldn’t put it passed those who thought it would benefit the greater good to do just those types of things. Kakarott wouldn’t condone it, if he knew, but there were others that would get what they saw as necessary done. “That is, if Kakarott hasn’t been so rough with him he’s managed to do it himself.”

Neles brought one of her hands up to her mouth in horror – she’d forgotten her quartermate could be as cruel as herself when assessing a situation. She hadn’t thought about that – if the young male were too weak to stand up to Kakarott’s attentions…She thought if she had tear ducts she might actually have a use for them.

Nori continued, “I would suspect, if that has happened, it’ll be kept quiet and I highly doubt he’ll want to have relations with you. Oh, shit…”

Neles’ hand dropped from her mouth back to the tabletop. “You don’t think they’ll silence me…do you?”

“I think we’re jumping to too many conclusions. I’m going to call Rodni – something may be overlooked before they have a chance to start a cover-up.” Neles nodded – if anyone would know what was going on with Kakarott it would be the person they’d found that kept an eye on the saiyan for someone else – they were side clients that were benefiting from someone else’s obsession. Hell, if something had gone wrong it was likely the spy would have contacted them already – Kakarott was Rodni’s income.

Shock kept her sitting at the table while Nori made some inquiries from the tiny room that sufficed as an office. The shape-changer traced scratches in the tabletop with her nails, making them deeper, while she waited, listening to the muffled voice of her quartermate speaking – longer than expected. Nori came back and perched on her chair. “Well, I’ve got good news and bad news.” She didn’t look very happy. Neles nodded and Nori continued, “Seems like we don’t have to worry about the kid – alive and healthy,” Neles felt her shoulder slump in relief at her quartermate’s words, “But, we may no longer have Kakarott as a client.”

Neles’ head snapped up. “What?”

Nori nodded, her disappointment evident. “Seems they were seen palling around in the mess hall. Then they headed to the new recruit quarters and haven’t been seen since. Rodni did some checking on his own. The male’s name is Mokawa and he’s registered as a saiyan. Came in on a ship that arrived just before the last battle.”

Neles frowned. “He doesn’t have a tail – and he didn’t taste saiyan,” but then, her senses had still been so full of Kakarott when she’d left his quarters. There was a good chance she would have missed anyone’s scent with Kakarott so heavy on her palate.

Nori covered her eyes with one of her hands. “For goodness sakes Neles! You threw a new recruit saiyan in with what he probably considers a God.”

Neles’ shoulders slumped in defeat. “I fucked up.” She didn’t bother to apologize. An apology would be an empty thing for a situation they couldn’t change.

Nori was too annoyed and too sick to be polite. “Yeah, ya did.” She hopped from her chair and poured herself a warm up of the tea then came back to the table and perched on the chair – she really preferred the pillow seating that was in their living room; it was better suited for the way her joints worked. “I guess we need to figure out a new client or strategy, huh?”

Neles sighed and nodded – at least Nori was still talking to her, rather than kicking her out, or leaving abruptly. She didn’t think she deserved the second chance her acquaintance was giving her.

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