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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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Chapter List
- 1-F1
- 2-F2
- 3-F3
- 4-F4
- 3
- 4
IV
“Why are you crying Piccolo-san?”
“I am not crying! I just . . . you. . .” uttered Piccolo, harshly wiping at his face and looking away.
“I am alright Piccolo-san, just a little hot and thirsty. Could you please get me some water?”
“Of course!” answered Piccolo, shooting up and rushing out of the room as if he was on fire.
When he returned, his eyes almost bulged from his head. Gohan was entirely nude atop their bed, his legs open and fingers inside of himself up to the knuckle; sweat dripping from his lean muscular frame as he pumped into himself striving to get relief, his face red as he seemed to get little. “G-Gohan. . .! ?” Piccolo could think of nothing else to say at that moment, almost dropping the tray of pure spring water and fresh fruit he had for Gohan, swallowing thickly before setting it down on the table.
“I . . . need . . . you . . . now,” growled Gohan lowly; his eyes glowing red, beckoning Piccolo to join him on the bed.
“Gohan, I don’t think-”
“Don’t think, feel, be with me freely.”
“Gohan. . .”
In the next instant all of Piccolo’s garb was rend from his body, he gasping for breath as Gohan all but devoured his mouth, wrapping his legs around his hips firmly. Both senshi became oddly quiet as they felt their genitalia connect; Gohan grinding on Piccolo until he felt a certain organ stand at attention, forcing that engorged organ into himself, though it was somewhat painful.
“G-Gohan. . .” uttered Piccolo; feeling too helpless for words; hoping with his whole heart that allowing this was the right thing to do.
And as Gohan began to grind on him harder, he could no longer stay calm or still; forcefully flipping their positions, holding Gohan’s legs powerfully and beginning to deep thrust into him; earning a delighted squeal from Gohan, the sound marking Piccolo’s soul. And Gohan clung tighter to Piccolo, his fingers digging into his love’s flesh deep enough to draw that vibrant violet blood. Scenting it strongly, Gohan could not help himself; moving his top half closer as Piccolo pumped into his lower, his mouth opening to reveal elongated eyeteeth before biting into Piccolo sharply.
This only made Piccolo cry out in euphoric passion, his ardent thrusts becoming deeper, if not faster. He hadn’t known anything could be so. . .
Gohan continued to drink; his entire body feeling like it was on blissful liquid fire as his hips met Piccolo’s devotedly; sensory overload almost attainted as so many waves took him for the first time in his life. For, he had never felt so sensitive, powerful or needy in his life; yet it felt so good. . .
Piccolo wasn’t doing much better. Logic seemed to have no say in what they were doing, so he was at a loss. Yet, there was something in him that was sincerely relieved it was with Gohan that he was doing this, this mating frenzy that so many so easily fall into. But as thought was difficult to grasp, he just continued to allow his body and instincts to take them both higher; repositioning himself as he felt Gohan tightening around him; beginning to quicken the pace so that they could reach the increasingly perfection together.
And when their apex was finally reached, both cried out, riding each other powerfully until every blissful wave was siphoned, and they collapsed in a heap on the broken bed.
Once everything settled down, Piccolo’s face became its usual stoic, his eyes staring up at the ceiling defeated. It was then that Gohan grasped his wondrous hand with his own. “You don’t regret it, do you Piccolo-san?” There was much hurt and uncertainty in the teen’s voice.
“No Gohan. As long as you are happy, I can be as well. Are you alright now?”
“Yes. Thank you. I. . . I feel much better now, just tired. . .”
“Rest. I will make a new bed. Then rest well.” And they both did.
When next Gohan woke, he stunned everyone on Kami’s Temple; even Popo-san’s eyes bulged as he watched Gohan devour course after course. Piccolo, Dende and Popo knew very well that Saiyajin could pack away enormous amounts of food without blinking an eye, but this was the first time that they were more than sure Gohan had Goku beat.
When Gohan was finally through practically inhaling everything edible in the temple, Piccolo gave his shoulder a light pat. “Are you alright, Gohan?” he asked with real concern.
When Gohan gave him the most ear-splitting smile; Piccolo’s cheeks painted a bright purple. “I actually feel better than I have in a long time Piccolo-san. Thank you,” he expressed happily, standing to hug his mate warmly, pleasantly basking in his scent with his head lying on his chest.
Piccolo coughed and eased away after a moment. “Good. I think it’s time we begin your training again.”
“Hai, shishou. I should have known I wouldn’t be able to get away from it for too long,” Gohan quipped playfully.
Piccolo blinked in surprise. Gohan seemed to be in much better spirits than he had been since that awful day months ago. A slight smile did curve one edge of his mouth. There was no other person in the universe he would give not only his life for, but his heart for. If Gohan was finally healing, beginning to thrive again; nothing in the universe could be better. And he would do his all to help him along the way.
“Mada mada yowai! Again!”
“Ah Piccolo-san, don’t I get points for effort?”
“Only when that effort is your absolute best and manifests into appropriate gain.”
“Hai, hai,” answered Gohan with that beautiful grin Piccolo had so missed on his lovely face, being another slew of sharp combat moves against his dear shishou and lover.
Powerfully precise moves were thrown, executed and evaded; clean bronze and midori iro skin clashing against each other as each senshi took the other higher. Particles clicked and waves shimmied as each warrior got lost in the ancient dance of fight, and also in each other.
It wasn’t until a certain demi’s stomach began to complain quite loudly that their fierce yet delicate kumite came to an end; either senshi wiping the blood from their lips and grinning at the other proudly.
“Go feed the ‘beast’ kid. I know we won’t be able to get anywhere while it hungers.”
“Won’t you come have something with me Piccolo-san? I am sure Popo-san made plenty, knowing we were in this special room commissioned by Dende.”
“You go on ahead. There is a bit of meditation I would like to do for a while.”
“Will you come out soon, once you are done? I was hoping we could go somewhere special tonight.”
Piccolo’s eyes opened wider then. “What do you mean?”
“We’ve been dating for a little while now and I wanted to take you somewhere nice. Is that alright?”
“Gohan, you know I do not much like public places, for obvious reasons. I-”
“Trust me Piccolo-san; I think you will like it. And Dende says I am perfectly healthy; that what he had thought was a transformation was just my body responding to extreme mental, emotional and spiritual stress. I am alright now. Please?” pleaded Gohan in that way that may Piccolo’s toes curl, sidling up to his person and lightly kissing a most sensitive portion of his neck.
“G-Gohan. . . That’s not playing fair. . .” uttered Piccolo, gasping as Gohan finally licked his neck sultrily.
“What in life is fair Piccolo-san? Nothing. But let us live, thrive well and happily now anyway.” And Gohan did give in to his urge to make out with his Piccolo for a few moments, leaving him a breathless statue before going to eat.
“So? What do you think?”
Piccolo continued to stand gazing around in awe at the beautiful large round turquoise and ivory hued house, set within a lovelier green, nature background, trees and grand lake a part of, with his jaw dropped for long moments before answering. “Gohan, omae. . .”
“Is it not to your liking Piccolo-san? I know you love waterfalls. But I figured this place would be good for us to settle down; that we could still visit waterfalls and wastelands when we wanted to. It’s clean, green and peaceful; isn’t it?” enquired Gohan softly, doubt painting his voice.
Piccolo closed his eyes, shook his and sighed before looking at Gohan warmly. “You have given me so much Gohan, even since the first day I met you. . . I do not understand why you love me so. . .”
Gohan closed in and embraced Piccolo firmly. “Because you’re my Piccolo. I love you just for being you—brilliant warrior, tactician, shishou, comrade, friend, lover and dearest life-mate. You are a wonderful and thoughtful person; stern, hard and strong, yet genuinely kind and generous. I love you Piccolo-san,” averred Gohan sincerely, pressing his lips to Piccolo’s, relishing the feeling of the strong arms that avidly wrapped around him then.
Piccolo held tight to Gohan, tears brimming his eyes; hope, love, overwhelm and uncertainty swirling within his complex being. He knew not what the future held; only that he yearned to remain at Gohan’s side during it all, whatever it might be. And as they sat on the grand red blanket Gohan had set a candlelit dinner upon under the stars, Piccolo did smile from his heart; holding Gohan closely, warmly without gripe, the stars in the sky no match for the ones in his beloved’s eyes.
An exuberant demi-Saiyajin came flying in happily to his and his mate’s home, swooping in and grasping his grand green, purple garbed mate in a tender embrace until he blushed that wonderful violet he loved so.
“I guess that means you did well at your examinations.”
“I did better than ‘well’ Piccolo-san. I tested out of all high school courses and quite a lot of university courses. I have been offered multiple scholarships and am well on my way to becoming the scholar I have always dreamed of!” just beamed Gohan, beginning to exuberantly peck Piccolo everywhere he could.
“I knew you had it in you, Gohan,” congratulated Piccolo in his own calm way. Though, his face did drop when Gohan gave him that look—the one that let him know something unpleasant was about to happen. “Gohan?”
“Anou . . . Piccolo-san . . . Okaasan would like for us to come over for dinner, to celebrate my hard work paying off and . . .”
“She wants to bust my balls again. Fiery harpy! She’s never liked me.”
“Piccolo-san! Well, probably that too. But no. She wants us all to have a nice family dinner. She feels like she never got to give me much, and now I am already doing things on my own, in my own house, with a mate earlier than she’d thought I’d be. She just wants to officially give us her blessing Piccolo-san, so please be on your best behaviour.”
“I am always on my ‘best behaviour’. I don't push until someone pushes first Gohan. I-”
“I know Piccolo-san. But for this time, please, let her have a little leeway. She lost her husband way too soon, and now she feels as if she’s lost me too. I don’t want her sad Piccolo. She’s good person, however her personality is.”
Piccolo let out a long sigh. “Fine. When does she want to do this?”
“This weekend, Sunday beginning at 6 o’clock.”
“Fine Gohan,” grumbled Piccolo. Though, when Gohan stole his lips in a sultry osculation, words seemed to fail him for some time.
“Piccolo-san see, it wasn’t so bad.”
“Wasn’t so bad?! She had us talking about Namekkuseijin anatomy for over half an hour! Do you know how awkward that was?! Tch!”
“She just wanted to know that we were being safe and that she could eventually have grandchildren one day.”
“You know there is no guarantee of that Gohan,” informed Piccolo more seriously.
“Yes. But the possibility of it makes me hopeful. But for once I do agree with my mother. I do not want to have any children until we are both ready.”
“Hn.”
“But seeming as how I can’t get pregnant and you can control your eggs, how ‘bout we make a little lovin’ now love?”
“Gohan, you do know what mood is, right?”
“I’m always in the mood for more Piccolo,” growled Gohan playfully.
“You are truly insatiable Gohan.”
“Only for you.”
And Piccolo decided to end the going-nowhere conversation by pressing his lips to his beloved Gohan’s. There were, after all, worse things in the universe than being loved by the one you loved.
Gohan grinned happily as he flew to pick his little brother up from Capsule Corp. The wind and scents were pleasant, and he was living his life to the fullest each day, the way he yearned to. It was so great to be alive! And even as he flew down to meet a scowling Vegeta outside, his smile did not falter. However, the next moment he would have been face first in the dirt, had not a certain ouji grasped hold of his suddenly fainted form before it could hit.

To Be Continued. . .
- 3
- 4
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