My flesh my blood

Fourth Chapter

*** The next morning ***


Mentor and pupil sat at the kitchen table, the younger one devouring his breakfast as the taller one seemed stoic as always. Gohan finished his last plate and smiledcontcontentment.

“So, you checked on my mother yesterday? How was she?”

Piccolo looked sadly at him but didn’t answer, just nodded.

“What? Something happened to her?” Gohan asked really worriedly.

“ . . .. Yes, indeed.”

“What happened Piccolo?”

“Your mother . . . .she .. . she committed suicide. ..”

Gohan gulped some air down loudly and tears descended of his sorrow filed eyes. Piccolo got up to his side and took him in his arms. Gohan began to sob into his shoulder.

“I’m sorry Gohan.”

“I shouldn’t have left. .. that’s why she wanted me to go.”

“She left a note for you.” Piccolo said as he took the note out of his pants and gave it to him.

Gohan reduced his sobs to some short intakes of breath and read the note.

“Did you .. . did you bury her?”

“Yes.”

Gohan felt sick all of a sudden.

“Piccolo, let me down, I’m going to be sick again.”

The namek let Gohan down to the ground and the boy ran to the washroom to throw up. This had been happening non stop these last months, and Gohan was getting weaker and weaker with the passing time.

Piccolo walked to the bathroom door and tried to open it but it was locked. He could hear Gohan sobbing inside.

“Are you ok Gohan? You need some help?” He asked with great worry in his voice.

“. .. N—no. .. I just. .. need some ti—time alone, please. .. ”

“Alright, if you need something, I’m here.”

Piccolo sat next to the door frame and started meditating.


*** 1 month and a half after ***


One week after Piccolo discovered Chichi, Gohan and him moved in the now empty house. Gohan had asked his mentor to stay and live with him and he had gladly accepted. The baby was due in 2 weeks and Gohan was in the worst state he’d ever been in. Since his body wasn’t still completely formed and too little to carry children, he was suffering of horrid back aches and could barely stand due to the now immense weight he had to bear. He had to eat much but was too weak to do so; he always ended up puking whatever had gotten down his throat. His skin was paler than normal average and black bags had form under his eyes because of the lack of sleep he was getting. Piccolo didn’t know what to do to help him and felt completely useless. But he stayed since Gohan said his presence helped a lot.

Piccolo had warned Vegeta of what had happened with Chichi and Gohan’s bad going situation. Vegeta kept saying it was normal and that he’d be fine. But when he came to store the surgical tools that would be needed into the house, his eyes had widened in shock at the sight of Gohan. He then had frantically warned the namek that if the kid’s condition got any worse, he’d have to take the baby out right away, dead or alive.

***

It was about 1h30 in the morning, the house was quiet and the two habitants living there were soundly sleeping in their respective rooms. The younger one slowly awoke as little sparks of pain wracked his stomach. He closed his eyes, but they flew open the next second as the little sparks transformed into tide waves of immense pain. Before he knew it, a loud scream was torn of his throat as the pain became harder and the air was cut out of his lungs.

Piccolo jumped awake at the screaming sound and fell off his bed trying to get out of his covers. He quickly made appear a pair of pants on himself and ran to his pupil’s room. Gohan was tearing at the bed sheets and hot tears flowed from his eyes as he screamed again. Piccolo ran to his side and grasped Gohan’s head in his hands.

“Gohan! Listen to me! Try to calm down, inhale, breathe out, inhale, breathe out!”

Gohan couldn’t utter a word as he tried his best to do as Piccolo told him.

“Help .. . . please .. .. pic. . . picc. .” He didn’t finish his sentence as he began to cough up blood.

The namek, originally calm and reserved was freaking out, totally panicked. He concentrated the best he could and telepathically called for Vegeta. Another scream tore through the room and Piccolo lost his concentration. Blood streaked down Gohan’s mouth and mixed with the tears that were being spilled. Piccolo went to the other side of the room and tried again in despair.

~ VEGETA!!!!!!!!!!! ~


*** At Capsule Corp. ***

The saiyan prince awoke in a second at the sudden shout in his head. He shook his sleepiness off and heard it again.

~ FOR FUCK’S SAKE VEGETA WAKE UP! ~

~ What is it Namek??? ~

~ BRING YOUR ASS HERE RIGHT NOW! GOHAN’S GOING TO DIE DAMN IT! ~

Vegeta got straight to his feet, put on some spandex pants and flew out the window. His hair flashed golden blonde and his eyes turned green as he flew top speed toward the little house.


*** back at the house ***


Piccolo hurriedly turned on the lights and took the tools Vegeta had brought the last day onto Gohan’s night stand. The kid was breathing harshly, crying in pain and screams escaped him at each 5 passing seconds until his throat was too irritated. The namek tore Gohan’s shirt off of him and injected him a pain killer.

Vegeta entered the house, went to his normal form and ran to Gohan’s room. He looked at the blood straining the boy’s face and hurried to the tools.

“Namek, did you give him the pain killer?!”

“Yes! What’s happening?! ”

Vegeta put on a pair of surgical gloves and took the scalpel on the night table.

“Hold him down!”

Piccolo grasped Gohan’s shoulders and held him to the mattress. Gohan looked up in his eyes for comfort and Piccolo forced a smile to his face for the boy’s sake. Vegeta applied the knife down under Gohan’s breastplate and slid down to his lower abdomen, slicing his belly open. Gohan’s body shook again but Piccolo hold him still and watched in disgust as Vegeta’s hands dived unseen into Gohan. The demi-saiyan was already in too much pain to even remark, and plus, the pain killer was doing its effect in numbing the sensation a bit. The minutes passed like centuries for everyone in the room. Finally, Vegeta began to retire his hands from Gohan’s middle and Piccolo could see some spiky locks pass too. Then, the saiyan no ouji lifted up the blood soaked body of a crying infant.

“Wash him off.” Vegeta motioned to Piccolo to take the now screeching baby.

Piccolo let go of Gohan’s shoulders and took the baby into his arms and brought him out to clean him. Vegeta turned back to Gohan, who was looking at where Piccolo had left with a sad expression.

“Don’t worry Gohan, they’ll be right back.” Vegeta said kindly.

Gohan was surprised at that, never had Vegeta called him by his name, and with a kind tone with that. But not that he cared right now, he felt weak, and dizziness was making his eyelids heavy, begging him to sleep.

“Gohan! Don’t close your eyes; you have to stay awake, just a second!”

The full-blooded saiyan then took off his gloves and searched quickly through some stuff on the little night stand. He finally turned toward Gohan again and offered him a senzu bean. Gohan took it automatically and the cut on his stomach disappeared within seconds, as well as the pain and the blood in his throat.

Gohan sat up and glazed at the doorframe as Piccolo made his way in with a crying package wrapped in a towel. Gohan unconsciously growled at him and glared. Seeing that, Piccolo handed him the infant and walked back to stand aside.

Gohan slowly tossed the towel aside to reveal the baby. He had spiky black hair all in a mess, magnificent black eyes and a creamy peach skin. The baby stared at the person in front of him and a little grin formed on his sweet face as the odour of his ‘mother’ reassured him. Gohan brought his son to his chest and lay back down on the bed. A deep purr escaped his chest as he stroked the baby’s wild mane with a hand. The little one started to purr too and Gohan sensed a little furry thing wrap around his wrist. He looked down at his other hand, which was on his son’s back, and saw a little brown tail comfortably coiled around his wrist. He took the tail between his fingers and stroked it gently, lulling the infant to sleep.

Vegeta and Piccolo observed the scene silently and decided to leave the room to let them alone. They both went to the kitchen and sat in front of each other.

“I tell you namek, we’re really lucky none of them died.”

“What do you mean?”

“When the contractions began, the baby pierced the kind of envelope he was in and found himself in the intestine area. That’s why Gohan was coughing up blood; his intestines were being torn apart by the baby, who tried to get out of there. But then again, the little brat could have strangled himself in that. If it wasn’t of the senzu bean, Gohan would be dead.”

“But they’re both alive, thanks Kami. That’s one heck of a baby Gohan had, I think the little boy makes about 10 pounds!”

“It’s a normal weight for saiyan babies, but still a little big for an 11 years old boy to bear. But now things will be way much easier for him.”

“Did you see how much the baby looks like Goku?”

“How could anyone miss that?! The brat is a miniaturised replica of that bastard.”

“I know, but at least it didn’t seem to disturb Gohan.”

“It would never, they are bound to each other, and never in their entire lives will someone love them more than one another. Anybody would threaten the little one’s life right now, and I swear, even if it was you, Gohan wouldn’t think it over for even a second before ripping your head off. Just remember the way he growled and glared at you when you brought him his son earlier.”

“Right. Well, the worst is over. Now, a problem stays, what will we say to the others? They’ll find out sooner or later for the baby.”

“Fuck them, they don’t deserve to know.”

“Did you tell Bulma about Chichi’s death?”

“No. Why?”

“Well, we could just make them believe that she died giving birth to Goku’s second child.”

“I don’t care; do what you want about those human weaklings. I’ll just leave now.”

“Alright.”

Vegeta got up and walked to the kitchen door before Piccolo talked again.

“Vegeta,”

“What?”

“Thank you, for all you did for him.”

Vegeta shrugged and walked out of the room. He was about to leave the house when he decided against it and walked back into the kitchen. Piccolo, who had stood up, turned to him.

“Something wrong?”

“No, but there’s one last thing I want to make sure.”

“And what’s that?”

“I’d watch myself if I were you, Gohan’s saiyan side will be stronger than ever because of his newborn son.”

“And?”

“I’ll put it plainly, the boy seems too much attracted to you, might even say has a huge crush on you. And acting on instincts, he won’t hesitate to let you fuck him.”

Piccolo was speechless.

“And since you don’t seem to dislike him either, if you know what I mean, I’m warning you. I swear to you here, and trust my words, that if the boy gets pregnant again, I’ll kill you, I’ll tear out your limbs one by one and make sure you suffer like you never did.”

With those last words, Vegeta turned back and left the house to go back to his own. Piccolo swallowed hard but regained his composure.

The namek walked back to Gohan’s room and entered. Both Gohan and his son were soundly asleep and a slight purr could still be heard from Gohan. Piccolo really didn’t want to disturb them, but the bed sheets were blood soaked and the scent of blood was heavy in the air. He approached them silently and took Gohan up in his arms, making sure the baby stayed on the boy’s chest. The demi saiyan had been so exhausted over the past 2 months that he didn’t even flinch and stayed asleep as Piccolo transported them to his room (Which had been Chichi’s). He laid Gohan down on his bed, the newborn still on his chest, and covered them up before leaving the bedroom. He went back to Gohan’s, opened the window to let the air in and destroyed the bed sheets with a little amount of his ki. Piccolo then went to the living room and slumped himself onto the couch, falling asleep.

To be continued