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That Green Light	By : airyusangre Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1201 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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When Gohan awoke, he couldn’t help but grin. He felt so glad to be alive! It had seemed so long since he had truly felt even remotely that way. And as he continued to visually admire his dearest friend, shishou, mentor, and now lover and life-mate, he couldn’t help but sigh with accentuated warmth and appreciation; causing Piccolo to stir.

Piccolo’s eyes slowly began lifting then, his lips lightly smacking as slumber evolved into wakefulness; causing Gohan to lightly chuckle. “Something funny kid?” he asked seriously, his deep mystical black eyes gauging Gohan intently.

“No,” answered Gohan by his side, “I’m just happy,” he whispered honestly, moving his forehead to Piccolo’s affectionately until his antennae were tangled in his hair, both shivering at the unique, stunning sensations such a simple act produced.

After a few moments of quiet intimacy Piccolo uttered, “Me too kid, me too,” before the both of them finally got up for the day.
“So Namek, finally got some, eh?” taunted Vegeta. He could easily smell the change in Piccolo’s flesh; his natural scent not overwhelming, but certainly more potent now. And he surely wouldn’t pass up a chance to tease the Namek.

Piccolo just sneered at him before making his face unreadable and taking a stronger kata; absolute focus and determination his very being.

“Namek wants to play rough, huh? Bring it on Beanstalk! Let’s dance.”

Piccolo just shook his head before flying at Vegeta and beginning a heated exchange of powerful hits and well-manoeuvred parries. It was good to be alive! He had a real home with the one he cared for most in the universe. He would have never believed Gohan could feel such a way towards him. And nothing Vegeta could say or do would mess up his day.
“Thanks Bulma-san. I really appreciate this opportunity,” conveyed Gohan, bowing after receiving a paid place in her company.

Bulma only smirked at him knowingly before offering a few more words. “So, how was he?” she enquired without a drop of modesty, her knowing azure eyes goading him playfully.

Gohan’s face painted a vivid rose hue, but he managed to smile anyway. “I am more than lucky, blessed to have him. My only regret is that I hadn’t figured things out with myself and grasped hold of my courage sooner,” he answered honestly, his eyes gazing upward thoughtfully.

“Well, I hope the two of you get started making babies soon. I must see what a Saiyajin/Namekkuseijin hybrid is like.”

“Bulma-san!” Gohan exclaimed embarrassed. Though, he was anxiously curious of the same thing himself. But he would not push Piccolo for anything; they would have to both truly want it and then try. There certainly were no guarantees…

“I am just sayin’,” she taunted playfully. “Well, you are on the clock now. Get to work, Son-san.”

“Hai!”

“We do need lube this time, for I certainly do not make natural lubrication there,” informed Gohan smiling warmly, as if he wasn’t speaking of certain things. “Though, I was wondering last time; just why did you have lube if you had never been ‘sexually activated’ before then?”

Piccolo’s cheeks became a vivid violet before he answered, “I have always been curious as to why sentient beings do certain things, what feelings and sensations would allow so many so-called intelligent beings to throw it all away for one comparatively short moment in the grand expanse of time… But I could never get my organs to activate alone… And I found out after being with you just how empty it would have been even if I had been able to. It’s not really worth it unless you are making love with the one you not only click with on multiple levels, but cherish most… The first time I’ve ever felt sexual or positive arousal or love of any kind has always been with and because of you, Gohan,” admitted Piccolo honestly, still blushing fiercely. He felt the need to add, “I never even hoped such could be possible between us. But I am grateful for the multiple kinds of love you so generously share with me… and the chance to reciprocate them all.”

Ardent lust and love permeated Gohan’s being then; him bringing Piccolo into a sultry embrace, his mouth hungrily beginning to devour his own. Piccolo just did not know how great he really is! He deserves to be happy, fulfilled, and so much more. Gohan would give his all each day of their lives to show him.

“You’re really alright with it?” asked Piccolo unconvinced, though thoroughly aching with need himself after that kiss.

“Yes. My. Piccolo. If I may quote a most remarkable person: ‘I’ll be fine. I am a warrior. Go ahead, take me, My’, Piccolo.” A thick wave of love, lust and appreciation rushed through Piccolo then, making Gohan smirk knowingly before kissing him unrushed, more deeply. As tongues deftly slid across ardent inner surfaces, both did their best to convey without words just how they loved the other; their mate, comrade, lover, and best friend; the one each knew no other could ever compare with in their hearts.

As they became more enamoured, Piccolo paused as he felt his grand gold and purple bed creak. “Gohan… you have already demolished two items of furniture of mine—ours. Are you planning on breaking the bed too?”

Gohan wiggled his eyebrows playfully and smiled at Piccolo warmly, “You can always make more,” he answered matter-of-factly, moving to lick Piccolo’s neck in that special spot that made his toes curl and stole that wonderfully uncharacteristically delicious higher-pitched sound out of him, which only egged Gohan on further. Gods he loved him some Piccolo.

Piccolo was almost entirely taken by each devout caress, lick, and sultry nip; his body on blissful maddening fire. But he really needed Gohan to stop for a moment. While he loved him immensely, their claimed mountain cavern would not be able to withstand the full pressure of them making love again. He would need to create some type of controlled pressure chamber which could handle most amounts of such. And then it hit him—a gravity room. If it could create and withstand hundreds of times the gravity of Earth, it could handle the pressure of two super beings making love to the fullest. Perhaps he could even create one better than what Bulma and her father had. After all, he did have not only science, but psychokinesis and magic at his disposal.

Gohan finally stopped his devout ministrations, in awe of the rare full smile that graced his love’s face. “Piccolo?” he asked unsure. Piccolo has such a complex and magnificent mind that Gohan was not sure just what was going through it then; a little bit miffed that his devoted ministrations on his body were becoming either unnoticed or ignored.

Piccolo smirked at him then, pulling them both up. “I know what to do so we won’t damage the earth or our home, nor have to hold back when we make love.”

This certainly piqued Gohan’s curiosity; especially since he was in the middle of a very devoted session. “Oh?”

“Come with me. Bring the lube,” Piccolo expressed oddly excitedly, swiftly moving outside, leaving Gohan to blink owlishly before grinning. The more he learned of Piccolo, the deeper in love he fell. Thank goodness things were easier between them now.

Finally meeting him a little outside the mountain, Gohan watched in fascination as his mate worked for a time.

Fully contemplating within his mind until he completely comprehended the properties and elements which made up every machine and sentient-being-made structure he’d ever come across, Piccolo began utilising his materialisation technique very seriously; keeping Gohan in quiet suspense. When a grand dome a bit larger than Capsule Corp, but appearing in style as if made of the white, purple, and deep teal hued material structures from Namekkusei finally appeared in all its glory; Gohan’s eyes widened in awe. “Wow Pic, what is-?”

“It is the most advanced gravitation chamber in… at least this quadrant of the universe. I have intricately composed it of multiple necessary composite materials, including Katchin. We won’t know until we test it, but it should be a lot more powerful, efficient, and durable than anything Bulma has made thus far. Put it this way, we won’t have to worry about breaking it anytime soon. And this way no damage will come to the earth when we commence our ‘activities’.”

Gohan’s grin widened then. “So, can we try it out now?”

“That was the plan,” answered Piccolo, wearing a smirk of his own.

“You’re on.”
Stepping past the circular dark teal door and pushing the nearby button to lock the chamber, of course the scientist in Gohan was excited to try the room out in more ways than one; catching Piccolo a little off guard when he took a battle pose. But he was fine with it, ready to go wherever Gohan was eager to take them; turning the machine on and up to 100 Earth G’s, swiftly taking a kata of his own, his immaculate presence allowing no openings.

Gohan smirked then, powering up without visual transformation to where he and Piccolo would be on par with each other before going at him seriously.

Expertly executed jabs and kicks were thrown with precision from each senshi; both parrying so timely, each knowing the other so well, that it seemed more like a masterful dance than the serious spar it was. The power that radiated off them and each hit easily had the force necessary to split the planet in two if not for the specially made chamber.

Both grinned as they continued to go at each other; sweat and blood having no effect on them as their bodies moved with the prowess they had carved into them throughout the years. It wasn’t until Gohan had pinned Piccolo in a submission lock with both arms and legs immobilised at odd angles, his spine bent almost in two, and their faces millimetres apart that the original reason the gravitational chamber had been created hit them both in full force; sensual heat pervading them both as their breath touched one another, Piccolo using Gohan’s slight moment to break the hold. Then he quickly realigned his body and forced Gohan onto his hands and knees; removing what remained of their clothes with a thought, and beginning to lube up his readied hands.

Gohan bit his lip in anticipation, but strove to remain quiet as he felt Piccolo’s deft fingers begin to trail his naked hips; the position thrilling him almost more than he could bear. Though, when he felt a warm wet finger swirl into the place at his spine where his tail used to thrive, a growl-like moan echoed from him; causing Piccolo’s movement to cease. “Gohan?”

“Dooon’t stop… Piccolooo…” he groaned fiercely, causing Piccolo to smirk.

Piccolo’s confidence solid then, he allowed the first finger to continue its ministrations on Gohan’s tail spot. His other hand trailed lower; his middle finger slowly circling Gohan’s puckered entrance, making them both shiver—Gohan for obvious reasons and Piccolo in shadow throes. His finger soon found its way into Gohan, breaching that tightness and beginning to lubricate the way for more; both panting lightly with each new finger that was added, Gohan drowning as he was deliciously stretched.

But when the fingers were finally removed, Gohan’s breath stilled a moment; both he and Piccolo hissing through their teeth as the head of his lube-coated impressive emerald member began breaching and stretching his puckered orifice further than it had ever been in life. Both were overwhelmed with the novel sensations each were distinctly feeling; taking a moment before Piccolo pulled out to the tip and began rocking his hips deeply, his grand length moving deftly in and out of Gohan, stealing all words from the both of them.

It took a while and quite a lot of pressured pleasure before Gohan was able to get his bearings enough to speak. While he really hadn’t words for how amazing and overwhelmed he felt then, he did yearn to see his mate’s face as he continued to manoeuvre like a pro, though it was their first time this particular way. “P-Piiicoloo, pppleeease turn me over. I wish to see your face,” Gohan muttered as his mate continued devoted strokes.

Piccolo did so adeptly; flipping Gohan over, and gently laying his head and top half down while he held onto his hips, without losing their joining, continuing to thrust with fervour; his profound shining black eyes conveying all the love, passion, and gratitude words were often too inadequate to express. Gohan’s eyes glistened just as profoundly, he too expressing much with his eyes; both grinning lightly as Piccolo moved down to take his lips with his own.

Piccolo slowed the pace then, his powerful thrusts evolving into deeper more regulated pumps; the both of them savouring the sweet osculation they shared as much as every full-bodied stroke. For, certainly, no other flavour in the universe could compare. And though they would love to go on for hours, the tell-tale sign of climax was mounting. Gohan began to feel incredibly warm and overwhelmed then; his arms reaching to go around Piccolo’s neck as he felt immaculate waves of pure pleasure permeate his lower half so powerfully it felt like his spine was on a vibrating journey to crush itself with bliss. Piccolo wasn’t doing much better as his grand emerald phallus was delectably squeezed by Gohan’s continuously powerfully undulating insides; leaving him helpless in pleasure and a little pain as Gohan’s hips began to slam furiously up against his own. He might have even screamed if he’d had enough air in his lungs to.

Gohan flipped them and continued to ride the incredible waves of euphoria, taking Piccolo for all he worth; once last powerful wave taking them both in a golden aura as Piccolo’s semen shot into him. Though, Gohan continued to hump him for one minute more before collapsing onto his person; both panting unlike any other time in life. Neither had words for the extraordinary experience, nor did either feel like moving as they each allowed their breath to regulate naturally.

Though, when they finally managed to move enough to pull away from each other, they both marvelled at the glowing golden irises they simultaneously wore then; knowing without words that something extraordinary had just happened, connecting them so much deeper than they had been before. And as their irises bled back to black, Gohan stole Piccolo’s lips in a slow sensual kiss; thanking him many times without words, so grateful to be a part of his world.

Though, when Gohan finally tried to stand some time later, he fell backwards. And if not for his devoted mate standing behind him, he would have hit the floor of their new gravity chamber hard. “Are you alright Gohan?” asked Piccolo with slight worry.

“I’m fine Pic… That was just amazing! And, I got my tail back?!” Gohan marvelled, gently grasping his tail within his hands and shuddering at the unique sensation he hadn’t been allowed in years. He had to smirk at the rare kawaii unguarded look Piccolo wore then. “You want to pet me, Piccolo-san?” He couldn’t help but chuckle when Piccolo’s face flushed a bright purple before becoming unreadably stoic; him refusing to answer as he began to walk away.

Gohan swiftly caught him before he could leave; placing his new sheen sable tail in his hands with absolute trust he would allow no other, and in silent apology for teasing. Piccolo peered into his eyes seriously before allowing himself to gingerly pet said tail. Neither had ever imagined such an oddly quaint moment would ever pass between them, but they held on to it reverently before leaving their gravity room to clean up, dress, and eat. Both were quite hungry for once together.
A few weeks had passed and Gohan felt quite enthralled after his usual morning kiss with his mate before work; enjoying the blissful feel of the wind against his clean skin as he flew towards Capsule Corp. For a long moment he felt incredible. However, in the next his breathing starting coming in fast irregular pants; his temperature rising swiftly and his Ki fluctuating erratically. He actually felt fear when his vision became cloudy and he started to plummet towards the earth, no longer in control of his body before fainting. If it wasn’t for a certain Saiyajin no Ouji grasping him by the scruff of his neck just before impact, he would have collided quite hard with the earth, which might have badly injured him in his current state.

Piccolo’s antennae twitched as an unnerving foreboding suddenly took his person. “Gohan!?” he uttered before taking off to the last place he could feel his mate’s Ki. What the hell had just happened?! Gohan’s Ki never goes completely off like that. He had always been able to feel him somewhat, even with his Ki lowered, ever since he first starting caring whether or not that kid lived or died; with their new bond, even more so. What the hell!? “You had better be alright, Gohan.”

When Gohan finally woke in a sterile white room, familiar faces surrounded him; some visibly worried, others maintaining their usual stoic façades. Though, he couldn’t for the life of him recall just what had happened to warrant such. “Um, hi everybody?”

Vegeta sighed audibly at that, though keeping his arms folded and mouth shut as he continued to observe in a corner of the room. If he had truly felt what he thought he had while carrying Gohan’s limp form to Capsule Corp, it would truly be amazing, if not unnerving. Goku too kept peering at Gohan oddly studiously, wondering if his senses weren’t failing him. But it was Piccolo who had the widest eyes at that moment. He had lived with Gohan as his mate for almost a month, and this was the first time he had felt… He just hoped Gohan was okay. Nothing could be worth losing him.

“Hello?” Gohan attempted once more, stirring everyone form their reverie.

“How are you feeling kiddo?” enquired Bulma first, just beaming at the new possibilities and research she could take from his new state.

“Fine, I guess. Will you please tell me why you are all surrounding me like I’ve been in a coma for years? What’s going on?!”

“Well, you only passed out this morning. Though, the reason you passed out is what has everyone in a fit.”

“And that would be?”

“Well, after taking multiple tests… it seems you’re pregnant. Your body’s continuing adjustments caused your Ki to go out of control, going so low at one point you lost consciousness... There are still some tests I am waiting to get back from the main lab. But, Vegeta, your father, and Piccolo are all pretty certain after searching your Ki thoroughly.”

“Good one guys. You got me with a bloody good one! Now what’s really going on?” When Chichi sighed heavily before burying her head in Goku’s shirt, muttering something about how Piccolo was supposed to be the one to have the babies; Gohan frowned, not sure quite how to feel.

Anger began to burn within him then, his eyes shooting to glare at Vegeta frigidly. “Why hasn’t anyone made me aware that Saiyajin males could bear children? That seems like quite a heavy fact to leave out of puberty speak,” he crooned icily, his eyes taking turns on Vegeta and his father.

“I had no idea!” Goku spoke up indignantly. “Honest Gohan. I would have told you,” he finished more softly.

“They can’t,” answered Vegeta coldly, unfolding his arms and coming closer to the bed. “But it seems certain hybrids can,” he finished gruffly, glaring at Gohan harsh enough to make him look away before taking his place against the wall to observe again.

“Cut it out Vegeta. None of us could have known. The scent couldn’t even be sensed until now,” growled Piccolo, not at all pleased with Vegeta’s typical attitude, knowing he was probably just mad that Trunks would probably be capable of such soon too, and knowing how close he and Goten were, the thought of his son with “Kakarotto spawn” more than the haughty prince could stomach. But that mattered not to him. Piccolo’s main priority then was his Gohan.

Turning to his mate affectionately, gingerly running his fingers through his exquisite dark locks, Piccolo began, “It’s alright Gohan. We’ll get through this just fine,” he tried to comfort.

Gohan nodded in the affirmative before pulling Piccolo into a much needed embrace. He felt like he was suffocating, but he needed his mate then more than ever; striving not to let tears fall. He wanted immensely to have children with Piccolo, just not yet, and not this way. He would be lying if he said he was happy to be capable of bearing life like a female. It seemed too strange, surreal. He really didn’t want to think of it. But now that he could feel the tiny pulsing Ki distinct from his own, yet bundled within him, there was no way he wouldn’t think of it. And man if it wasn’t unfair. Piccolo could control his body to produce eggs when he wanted. He on the other hand, obviously now needed his mate to wear protection when they—well after this child was born. Ugh!

Sensing his saturated discomfiture Piccolo shooed everyone out of the room before speaking to his Love, “Do you regret it Gohan? Would you be happier if Bulma took it out of you?”

“NO! Of course not! It’s our child Pic…! It’s just a lot to swallow. It would have been nice if we could have planned for it, you know? But… I don’t regret it. I love you Piccolo. It is great to know we can have children together… It’s just the idea of being pregnant…”

Relief rushed through Piccolo then. While he had offered it, it would have killed him if Gohan wanted to get rid of the child made of both of them. “I know. But I believe in you Gohan, in us. It is quite soon for children, but we can make it together. I have full faith in that because of you,” he expressed honestly, affectionately kissing Gohan’s forehead and hugging him tighter.

“Ah,” answered Gohan. Perhaps it wasn’t the worst thing. At least he knew it was his and Piccolo’s child. And at that thought he had to smile. Just what kind of person would such a child become?

Little did any of them know that galaxies away, a much greater worry was only four Earth months from them; each powerful senshi providing excellent beacons for the journey to Earth.

To Be Continued…
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