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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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Searing embers marred half the face of the earth in sad, expansive, haunting pockets; much of the life and beauty she was home to taken away in mere moments. A battle had been waged; as a self-made god came to Earth on a whim to see if the powers he could feel across galaxies could destroy him before he annihilated them…

“Gohan! GOHAN! NO!” actually cried Piccolo, hovering over his limp, unbreathing mate, close to madness. Nothing he had done to resuscitate him worked, not even ki manipulation. Cracking the earth on the sides of him with his fists, rending his head in his hands, Piccolo almost tore his own antennae off his despair. No. It just couldn’t be true! Dende, Popo-san, Kami’s Temple, Karin, the entirety of Karin’s Tower—half of all life on Earth had been utterly annihilated, and his mate was dead. And now he could feel the still small, developing pulse of life within Gohan begin to slow. No more breathing parent, no more warmth, no more time to develop and grow; no more chance at life!

“Dammit Son Goku! You had better get back from that blasted North Kaio’s place now and-” Goku of course appeared out of nowhere just then. “Well!?” demanded Piccolo fiercely. But when he saw Goku’s pale blank expression, his stomach dropped; any hope he might have had draining away.

“New Namek is gone,” informed Goku in sombre monotone. “Every planet, every galaxy on the way to Earth was decimated by that fuck! Otherworld is having its own problems now as it is inundated by more souls than any time before. But, North Kaio is at least sure the fucker’s dead… We’re on our own,” finished Goku wearily, finally giving in to his body’s need to fall out. The previous brutal battle had taxed his mind and body to its max. Knowing there was nothing he could do to change things finally forced his brain to make his body shut down and rest.

As Piccolo watched Goku fall with a heavy thud to the dirt—too weary himself to care about how uncharacteristic Son was acting or to fully acknowledge how heavily beaten and burnt Goku’s body and back were—he was done. As a Super Namekkuseijin his psychokinesis was quite powerful and expansive, but his extraordinary psychic shield hadn’t been enough to protect the earth and all those he cared for; to protect his beloved-. Wait… what’s this? A clean green light suddenly emanated from Gohan’s belly then. Piccolo’s eyes widened as the tiny ki he knew to be his child began to pulse much more strongly instead of flickering out. His hand went over his mouth when he heard Gohan’s heart begin its wonderful beating again and witnessed as his obviously shattered right arm began to heal right before his eyes; gasped when Gohan finally began coughing and quickly went down to him. “Gohan?” he whispered in disbelief.

“Piccolo-san?” Gohan’s eyes opened slowly, widening as he saw more. “Wha-?”

“Since we could not sense his presence, Xee began blasting sections of Earth to get our attentions. He purported to have sought us all out from across the universe because of our unique sentou ryokus, abilities and spiritual frequencies… After Vegeta, Goku, and Gotenks had all fallen, you saved us Gohan, but at the price of your own life. Thank goodness our child’s a strong one and healer, or I wouldn’t be talking to you now,” expressed Piccolo with more emotion than he ever had anything in life, taking Gohan in his arms and embracing him for dear life; tears actually streaming down his usually stern face as overwhelm and relief hit Piccolo full force. He would not have been able to go on without his mate and child!

Gohan carefully sat up then, a hand gingerly rubbing his naked, still small yet rounded belly. “Where is everyone Piccolo? Don’t tell me-”

“As you can see, your father is lying over there,” he answered pointing in his direction. “He and Vegeta were the first to get to the bastard and therefore the first to get punished. That bastard Xee took out two Super Saiyajin 3’s in a matter of seconds. Goten and Trunks had fused during that time to become Gotenks, but he was defeated faster than your father and Vegeta… I didn’t want to you fight and had done a very foolish thing before the battle began; knocking you unconscious and going in alone to observe and help as I could. I had been beaten unconscious like the others before I could attempt what I had been hoping. But you must have felt my Ki weakening, and woke. You must have thought me to be dead. Because, although none of us got to actually see it; I am sure you are the one that not only defeated but finally destroyed that bastard.

“When I finally returned to consciousness, Goku was the only one that was close to waking. I woke him and had him go to North Kaio immediately.”

“And Piccolo? What are you not telling me?”

Piccolo swallowed thickly, his eyes gazing upon Gohan’s with genuine lament. “Half of all life on Earth, half of the face of the earth has been extinguished; including all of Metro West, Karin Tower and half of Mount Paozu. No one really got to see the final bout but you Gohan… A considerable amount of the universe was also apparently taken out as well on his way to us…”

“New Namek, Karin, Dende, Popo, my mother, Bulma—everyone is truly gone. We are the last of the Z Senshi,” sadly stated more than asked Gohan, tears welling in his eyes as his keen senses let him know it was all true, a choked gasp rising from his throat as he threw himself back into Piccolo’s long arms and wept. Piccolo held close to Gohan for dear life; holding back any more tears of his own to remain strong for his beloved mate, the dearest to his heart.

After a while, Piccolo spoke up, knowing they had to move on, “Gohan, we should tend to everyone’s injuries and take them-”

“And take them where? Home?! There is no home left!” he growled heatedly, pulling away from Piccolo in his heavy perturbation.

“Gohan!”

“NO! I am tired of being the placid one that holds everything in. Dammit! This is unfair and therefore wrong! The universe is all fucking wrong if evil gets to triumph at any fucking time…!” he bellowed angrily. Piccolo decided to let his mate vent as he needed then. Knowing Gohan and their child were both healthily alive helped ease Piccolo’s mind; him going to Goku’s prone form first. Though, when he attempted to use his magic to manifest antiseptic salve and bandages for Goku’s serious burns; he had to catch himself from falling as he only succeeded in zapping what was left of his own strength.

This pulled Gohan out of his emotional tirade. He finally realised then that Piccolo was still very seriously injured and quite frustrated himself; making him feel like a real jackass. “I am so sorry Piccolo.” Going to him, Gohan slung one of Piccolo’s arms over his shoulder and attempted to help him sit without tumbling over.

“We’ve all been through a lot. It’s natural to feel many negative feelings and think a quantity of outrageous thoughts, but please do not allow them to rule you. We must help ourselves and each other if we are to continue on… For what it’s worth, I’m sorry too kid. I just couldn’t bear the thought of losing you. In your state-”

“Hm,” answered Gohan softly, taking a necessary cleansing breath, painful tears building in his eyes once more, though he pushed them down. He knew by the miracle of their child he was the only one who encountered that bastard Xee and not only survived but had no physical injuries left to speak of. He needed to take what was left of their group somewhere safe and make sure they were alright; that they would do more than merely survive.
When Piccolo next awoke he was in a foreign but at least quiet cavern. He mentally chastised himself for passing out on Gohan. But, he was glad to see what was left of their team resting on makeshift beds of greenery around the cave; their wounds cleaned and wrapped in herbal salve and large green leaves, obviously courtesy of Gohan.

Once Piccolo finally made his way outside the maze of a cave, he couldn’t help but sigh as his eyes lay upon his Gohan. His mate seemed to have everything together; though he could still feel the quiver of his spirit. A large makeshift pot made of dubious metal Gohan probably found around, cleaned and bent into shape was loaded with wild vegetables, herbs and water for a nice stew on a section of the grand fire. But roasting on a big carved wooden spit above it was a gigantic bird of some sort. Piccolo wasn’t sure what specific type of bird it was as it had already been beheaded, cleaned, and such. Whatever it was, it looked and smelled delicious even to him.

But his slight awe of the moment faded as he felt guilty again that it wasn’t himself who was preparing meals and taking care of things. “Gohan, why didn’t you wake me? I could have-”

“You needed to rest to regain some strength,” turning around to gaze at Piccolo with shimmering eyes, Gohan continued, “I need you strong Pic. I still cannot remember exactly what happened. And the small portion of the earth that I took a look at brought tears to my eyes, so I didn’t venture further, even though we need supplies… I can’t do this without you!” cried Gohan, running into his mate’s arms.

“It was never the plan for you to. I am here. And at least your father, brother, Trunks, and Vegeta are alive too… and our child. We’ll make it Gohan, and do so well,” Piccolo finished with conviction, planting a sweet kiss to Gohan’s forehead, continuing to hold him affectionately. Gohan just basked in his warmth; more words seeming inadequate and even intrusive if uttered.

Of course, that was the moment two dishevelled chibis decided to make their way outside the cavern and to them. “Nii-chan? Piccolo-san. Tell me what I sense isn’t true,” whispered the youngest of their group, tear trails already lining the dirt on his young face. Piccolo and Gohan both looked down solemnly in silence; closing their eyes as they knew lying would help nothing and no one. Trunks grasped onto his best friend firmly; pulling him into his arms and beginning to run his fingers through Goten’s wilder-than-usual spikes, striving himself not to cry as Goten’s form began to quake with his innocent sorrow. And of course, two full-blooded Saiyajin soon exited the mouth of the cavern as well; their faces stern, their eyes seemingly hollow, truly weary. Both children could not help but go to them then. And for once, neither parent chastised their respective child for crying; even picking up each still young youth and bringing them into their arms; allowing the necessary purge as each child wept the loss of their family and friends.

Piccolo and Gohan listened well until the children’s sniffing had finally subsided. That was when six loud growling stomachs finally made their selves known; innocent Goten leading everyone in a round of much needed laughter, as that was the first time any had ever heard Piccolo’s stomach growl, before Gohan urged everyone to wash up in the nearby river for dinner.

Large Ki-carved wooden bowls and spoons were handed out to everyone by Piccolo. Though, Gohan insisted on serving the food; using the large wooden ladle he carved earlier to serve the stew, and Ki to cut the meat. Once their bowls were full, everyone ate quietly. For once, even Goku did not scarf his food down; chewing each bite thoroughly as he stared off forlornly at nothing in particular. And when the pot was finally empty and the grand bird nothing left but bones, all six sets of eyes gazed up at the starry night sky thoughtfully; remaining quiet as their stomachs settled. Everyone’s attentions were, however, stolen as Gohan’s belly began to glow with a beautiful vibrant green light.

“Nii-chan? Why is your tummy glowing?” asked Goten excitedly, his eyes gleaming with genuine curiosity.

Gohan blinked a few times and gingerly rubbed his belly before smiling and answering, “I think our child wants to heal you all; like he did me. Everyone gently place a hand on my abdomen.” Everyone was too in awe to say anything; just doing as told. Though, Piccolo continued to give Gohan a stern, worried look. “Don’t worry Pic, our child can handle it,” he reassured him. And thus it began; a healing green light encompassing each person, profound healing soaking deep into even their bones and souls, making each person sigh softly. So at ease did they feel at that moment, that no one noticed the four tails that sprung from each Saiyajin that had been missing one.

All were relieved after, though thoroughly tired. “I can manifest us some beds and such now,” offered Piccolo. And he did. Without a word more from anyone, their group watched in amazement as Piccolo materialised a grand white dome shaped building that was a fusion reminiscent of Capsule Corp. and buildings from Namek.

“Not bad Namek. It’ll do for now,” grumbled Vegeta before strolling inside. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was grateful for Piccolo’s thoughtfulness. And being able to have a hot shower and a clean bed was something he wouldn’t have liked going without. Trunks, Goten and Goku followed after him; the youngest of their group yawning as they did so. Gohan stalled to lift up on his toes and give Piccolo a warm kiss; both basking in the quiet moment before also going inside.
“Vegeta, I think you should secure whatever is left of Capsule Corporation around the world.”

“Are you daring to give me orders boy?”

“Humans are selfish, arrogant, foolish, greedy, delusional, ignorant, pernicious creatures. I am asking you to secure your kingdom so it is not used for evil purposes; to honour your late wife and her family as your own, Prince Vegeta,” finished Gohan with full conviction.

Vegeta’s otherworldly onyx eyes pierced Gohan’s for a long moment before an approving smirk graced his features. “Do not ever attempt to try me again boy. I shall let you off this time, but only because there is much truth in your words. And ‘Vegeta’ will suffice. Call me anything else and I’ll break something that kid of yours can’t fix.” Vegeta’s keen eyes pierced Gohan’s a moment longer before he abruptly took to the sky. He knew the locations of every Capsule Corp. compound the world over by heart thanks to Bulma. And honour her he would.

“Where’s Papa going?” asked Trunks, wiping the sleep from his eyes.

“Just to take care of some things. Don’t worry. Knowing Vegeta, it won’t take him long.”

“Gohan-san, what’s like having a new life growing inside of you?” asked Trunks nervously, curiously, slightly fidgeting.

Gohan’s eyes widened comically in surprise before his face became thoughtful. “It’s a tremendous responsibility. Sometimes it’s painful and utterly frustrating. But other moments, when you’re thinking clearly in quiet; it’s a wonder and joy beyond words. It’s something amazing that too many take for granted; that I will do my best never to do,” he answered honestly with shimmering eyes looking out at the land, with a hand rubbing his distended belly.

Trunks peered at Gohan in silent awe for a moment; becoming thoughtful, though remaining silent.

“Don’t worry about having children Trunks; you’re still one yourself. But once you’re older, wiser and if it’s to be; let it happen naturally. Don’t rush a thing.” Trunks nodded his head obediently before going back inside to wake his best friend.

Gohan chuckled as long wonderfully familiar arms suddenly came around his person from behind; full lips gently kissing his nape in genuine affection. “Good morning. Sleep well?”

“Yes, thanks to you Pic. I’m so glad you’re here,” Gohan whispered with much emotion, basking in the scent and love of his mate avidly.

“Breakfast?”

“Ask the boys what they want. Though, this time you get to cook,” Gohan answered chuckling lightly, striving to stay positive despite the heavy reality all around him. Of course that was when his father decided to show up carrying three grand whale-sized fish in tow. “On second thought, looks like we get fish for breakfast,” quipped Gohan with a smirk. “Thanks for fishing for us Tousan.”

Goku just grinned at him with less than half the enthusiasm he usually had—though he was trying—beginning to set up the fish for roasting over a large fire without a word, as he had already gutted and cleaned them where he had caught them.

“Would you like some seasonings, Son?” offered Piccolo without taking his arms away from Gohan.

“You can even make something like that?”

“Yes Son. Most material things I can manifest at will, as long as I have encountered them before.” He saw almost innocent hope shine in Goku’s eyes then, which dwarfed his own spirit; though he kept his face firm and finally let go of Gohan match eyes with Goku. “Unfortunately, the Warrior side overpowers the Dragon Clan Namek in me Son. Though in theory I should be able to manifest a new set of Dragon Balls, I cannot. I am sorry Son,” he finished strongly, his eyes locked on Goku’s for long moment before they both looked away.

“It’s fine Pic. Thanks for doing what you can,” finally answered Goku softly, it quiet for a long time after.
A month or so had passed since Xee had come to Earth. Vegeta had gotten what was left of Capsule Corp. in order; instilling enough terror within the people keeping it running to ensure it would remain the wealthiest yet still most decent company on the planet. Their clad little group had fit into a comfortable rhythm by then: Piccolo made sure they had a grand greenhouse, making sure they would eventually have a grand supply of their own genuinely natural, organic produce and herbs, and took care of his mate and everyone as needed; Goku and Vegeta trained for hours every early morning by themselves, training Trunks and Goten later; Gohan would cook and help out in other ways when he felt up to it; and every Saiyajin took turns hunting when the need arose. With Piccolo manifesting most material items as they needed, their lives were kept pretty comfortable. And every now and then, Vegeta would go out and kill whatever humans were dastardly and foolish enough to take advantage of others not so fortunate; even going as far as to broadcast a worldwide message with a demonstration of his power that he would blow up the planet if everyone didn’t “pull their heads out of their pathetically hateful greedy ignorant asses and treat everyone with common courtesy, decency, and generosity at all times from now on.” It worked for a while. But every so often he has to go out and “enlighten” the primitive two-legged beasts known as humans; too many still refusing to treat their own kind well after what Xee did to the earth and their population. Talk about dumb.

Gohan’s belly was the size and shape of a volleyball then; his moves and moods increasingly more difficult for him and those around him. But everyone got along mostly well. And it was a particular moment at the dinner table that they all received a surprise evening visit.

Piccolo rose to answer the knock at their door; truly surprised at the two familiar faces that greeted him.

To Be Continued…
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