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Frigid	By : airyusangre Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2143 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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III
Piccolo’s lips curved upward slightly as he watched Gohan devour the meal he prepared with great hungry eagerness. Pride steadied him, but more significant than that; something in Piccolo warmed to know that his dear Gohan not only enjoyed the food, but was strengthened by it. Though, when Gohan let out a satisfied sigh before gazing at him affectionately, Piccolo did flush slightly, looking away with some embarrassment.
“Piccolo-san? Is everything alright?”
Not hardly. But I am glad you are some level of alright kid. If only. . . “Yeah. Are you feeling much better now?” Pain filled Piccolo’s face for a moment before he made it drain out of it. He did not want to think of the way he had first come across Gohan’s body over a week ago, but the cruel image kept surfacing every now and then, no matter how much he fought it.
“Are you alright Piccolo-san? You seem-”
“I’ll be fine kid. It’s you I have been worried about, you . . . Just stay here as long as you need. I’ll deal with you mother like I have been.”
Gohan’s eyes shimmered as Piccolo picked up the empty tray and was about to leave. “Piccolo-san, please hurry back.”
Piccolo nodded, but said nothing. He knew very well his dear pupil and more was anything but okay. But he also knew he would do everything in his power to help him, for as long as it took.
It would be another week before Piccolo could get Gohan out of his room. While it significantly pained him to bring any discomfort to his dearest friend and comrade, he knew he had to help Gohan start living again. It would do no good to any portion of his health to stay cooped up in one room like that, so he prepared a Saiyajin-sized bento and demanded that Gohan go with him out of the temple and down to earth to have it alfresco. Gohan was reluctant, to say the least. But after Piccolo finally relented to the kiss Gohan kept begging for, he finally gave in. So, here the two of them sat together on a large purple blanket, in a nice green meadow; only a pleasant cool breeze and creatures of nature heard for a while.
“Piccolo-san?”
“Hm?”
“We are dating now, right?”
“Ah.”
“Well, how come every time I try and touch you, you ease away? Do I disgust you so much? Is it because I’m tainted now?” warbled Gohan pitifully, striving with his all to remain strong in front of the person dearest to him, but slowly beginning to crumble.
Piccolo peered at Gohan horrified a moment before straightening up and placing a hand on Gohan’s shoulder. “You are not at all tainted; only the horrid being that could do such horrible things to you is, so do not ever believe otherwise. . . Look Gohan, you have been through a lot. Your body has been healed. But it will take much more to heal your mind, your soul. You are vulnerable right now. And to be honest, I probably ought not to have agreed to date you. . .” Piccolo paused and sighed as the tears in Gohan’s eyes threatened to fall. “But it is not because I do not wish to be with you. It is because I . . . I care for you so that I want you fully healthy and yourself before anything serious happens between us. Understand?”
“Yeah. I am sorry for being so weak-”
“You are anything but weak Gohan. You went through something too traumatic, too horrific for words; something no one ever ought to have to experience, except those ones vile and putrid enough to wish or force it on others. I just wish I could somehow. . .”
“I know Piccolo-san, and I love you for it. Though, please stop pushing me away. I don’t think you understand how much it hurts every time you do. I need you now,” he implored earnestly, his glistening Saiyajin eyes piercing Piccolo’s profoundly.
“Gohan,” Piccolo stirred to move one of his grand powerful hands gently across Gohan’s cheek, “You have more than earned the right to make your own decisions. And though you have grown greatly from the boy you once were, you are still quite young. Let us not rush anything, alright?”
“Will you at least let me hug and kiss you every so often? I really do love you Piccolo-san.”
Piccolo decided to let actions speak louder than words then, gingerly grasping his dearest friend into a rarely self-initiated embrace; hugging Gohan close and kissing the top of his head in genuine warmth. His chest felt tight again, but he pushed it out of thought. Gohan needed him, needed him to be strong for both of them now. And as his dearest friend, deshi and more snuggled closer and absorbed his embrace heartily, he breathed him in wholehearted.
Piccolo squeezed his eyes tightly as he held and rocked his Gohan back and forth after another persistent night-terror. It had been almost a month now and they didn’t seem to be getting any better. Gohan would be able to go to sleep alright for only a little while, as long as he lay down with him. But it never lasted. He would always wake during the middle of a sleep cycle screaming, begging to be “destroyed” too. His poor Gohan kept reliving the terrors forced upon by what he now dubbed “Waruba”. He yearned so immensely to help him, to fully ease and heal him. But there was an uncanny powerful block on his dear Gohan’s mind; so powerful, even his telepathy and many years of devoted meditation could not break through. Neither he, nor Dende or Popo-san was able to do a thing; it too much for the grand stern senshi to bear.
Somehow we’ll get through this together kid, somehow. And when I find that putridity which did this to you, even Enma-Dai-Oh will blush at what I do.
“Are you sure you are ready for this Gohan?”
“Hai. I have yearned to visit home for some time now. I miss Okaasan and Goten. But I do wish to continue living with you from now on.”
“Do you want-?”
“Please go with me Piccolo. I want Okaasan to know we are an item. I need her to understand how important you are to me, and that what I am choosing in life is my choice, my responsibility. But please, do not let it slip what happened to me to her or anyone else. Bulma is having a party for us all to keep the gang together in a couple days. I would like for us to go together.”
“Gohan, are you sure?”
“Yes, Piccolo-san.”
“Alright then. Let’s go.” Piccolo reluctantly bound off the edge of Kami’s Shinden, Gohan following after.
Expletives and cookware were tossed at superhuman speed as Chichi let out all of her frustrations on Piccolo. She had been so worried for her boy for what had turned into months, and her mother’s intuition had let her know there was something seriously wrong no matter how much Piccolo and Dende had attempted to placate her. And now that she was finally allowed to see her eldest son up close again after so seemingly long, she could tell there was something profoundly different about him, and it racked her already on edge nerves.
But eventually she calmed down; sitting quietly next to her son on the sofa, relieved Goten was at Capsule Corp at the moment. “Gohan, why didn’t you just tell me? I understand that you are growing up. . . Are you really okay, my son? Am I really so unreliable?” pleaded Chichi softly, much of the fight taken out of her as she peered into her eldest’ deep dark, somehow much different than she could remember eyes.
Gohan’s lip trembled a bit. But with Piccolo’s help, he had overcome a lot of his torment; enough so that the night terrors at least had stopped. Stealing himself, he gingerly grasped his mother’s hand in his own larger one. “I am doing well Okaasan, thanks to Piccolo. I came over to let you know I will be staying with Piccolo from now on. He is my life-mate now, and I love him. . . I was hoping for your blessing,” averred Gohan earnestly, his shimmering dark eyes pleading with his mother’s.
“Gohan. . .”
“I have done most of what you ask of me all my life. But I must be my own man now; I need to live my own life. Please understand.”
Chichi’s lip trembled then. Why did it always seem she was losing the ones she loved . . .? But, she managed to gaze at her son with strength and understanding. If he was really ready to be on his own, she would support him in any way she could. “Alright Gohan. Don’t you dare be a stranger to us. We had better get to see you every week. Don’t you dare stop your studies! I know how much you want to be a great scholar. And if you ever need anything, you had better come to me on the double.”
Before she could turn away in tears, Gohan enveloped her within his robust arms; rocking with her for a few moments while striving to halt his own tears. Once he went to pack his things, she glared fiercely at Piccolo. “If you ever hurt my son, I will make all the Gods blush by what I do to you.”
Piccolo merely nodded stoically, remaining silent. He knew it would do no good to speak, and quite frankly, there were no words he could think adequate enough to convey his myriad of feelings at that moment.
An edge of Piccolo’s mouth curved upward at finally witnessing Gohan smile from his heart again. Gohan was genuinely having fun with his little brother Goten and his best friend Trunks. The tiny tykes were trying to beat him in a light sparring match at the Capsule Corporation party Bulma had commissioned to keep each Z member close. Gohan proved considerably stronger than usual. And Piccolo was certain it was because of the brutality and horrors he had endured months again. But more than anything, he was pleased to see Gohan truly smile again. They had both been worrying if what they dubbed “Waruba” would return or not. Thankfully it hadn’t, and perhaps that ought to be taken as a plus.
Vegeta observed the entire event off to the side. Though he would admit it to no one, he had not slept well since Piccolo had brought that horrid scent into his presence. And as he watched Gohan more closely, something in him told him the war was far from over, making ice trail his spine.
Yamucha and Tenshinhan didn’t seem to have a problem with Piccolo and Gohan being together as a couple. Gohan had more than earned his right to make his own decisions as a man. And, it would be the pot calling the kettle black; for, the both of them had quietly been together for a while now; Pu-erh and Chaozu just happy to be their lifelong friends and comrades at their side.
Bulma was just happy Gohan was happy, pleased to see almost everyone together again; attempting to cheer up a glum Chichi as she sat at the table idly pushing food around her plate. Gyumao and Umigame attempted to keep Muten Roshi and Oolong out of trouble. And Dende was just pleased to be invited at all.
After one stray ki-blast came too close for comfort, Bulma abruptly ended the match between the boys, urging everyone to come get some grub and enjoy the music and festivities she had prepared. Both younger boys did as they were told, quickly flying to a table and beginning to fill their plates to the brim with all the food they enjoyed.
Gohan floated down more deliberately. Though a smile remained on his face, Piccolo could tell something was off. “Gohan!” he called out worriedly, rushing to the suddenly fainted teen, catching his body in the nick of time. “Gohan! Gohan! Dende!” he yelled excitedly, gingerly lying Gohan’s body upon his cape on the grass.
With Gohan’s sudden collapse, the party came to an abrupt halt; all gathering around to see if he was alright, Dende lifting his magical hands above him to try and assess and heal the problem. When his eyes almost bulged from his skull, Piccolo shot him a pointed look.
Dende sighed softly before answering. “His body is currently undergoing some sort of severe metamorphosis. As such, his energies are anything but balanced right now, putting extra strain on him,” answered the young god.
“Is he alright?” urged Piccolo fervently.
“Yes, for now. I do not know precisely what is happening to him. The best we can do is keep watch over him until he is himself again,” Dende said seriously, his eyes piercing Piccolo’s at what only they and Popo-san knew.
Piccolo’s face became its usual stoic; he gingerly lifting Gohan in his arms and taking off towards Kami’s Shinden before his mother could screech. He would take care of his most beloved friend and so much more. Somehow, everything would be okay.

To Be Continued. . .
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