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Out of Sight, Out of Mind	By : Asper Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1964 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author�s Note: Sorry this took so long, but the
chapter is twice as long as normal, has 4 times the sex, and philosophical
goodness. Get a drink, the shit�s about to hit the fan. A big thanks to all my
readers and reviewers, you make it all worthwhile <3

Out of Sight, Out of Mind

-- Day Four --

Screams erupted from the streets of
a small island city in the Caribbean, the
natives abandoning their shops and homes as tourists cried and scattered in all
directions, trying desperately to escape an unknown threat. In the heart of the
once peaceful city, two bloated, pale androids stood smirking at the
destruction they had caused. Creating balls of fire at their fingertips, they
made short work of the police and the militia as they approached in their
fragile vehicles, feeling no remorse as the city crumbled under their cold
gaze.

Setting fire to the trees that lined
the city streets, one of the androids brandished a large flag, bearing the
symbol of the Red Ribbon Army. In a high-pitched mechanical voice, he shouted
above the screams, first in English, then in French, passing through each
language as he made his message clear.

�We claim this place for the Red
Ribbon Army! Submit to us or be destroyed!�

And so, the island city burned under
the night sky as cries echoed in the streets and paradise met its end.

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Her short
blond hair whipping in violently behind her, Android 18 glared into the wind as
she flew quickly through the mountains near Satan City.
The sun had risen not long ago, though the sky remained dark and the air around
her was cold against her skin. The cloud cover remained from the previous day,
allowing columns of light to emerge only in moments of weakness as the clouds
slowly drifted across the sun. White ki flared around
the delicate android as she increased her speed, lowering her gaze to the Earth
beneath her as a mountain valley came into view. Flying over a human village
and a small river, she finally spotted her destination, allowing a look of resolve
and hostility to etch itself upon her face. The remains of an old church stood
proudly against the harsh autumn winds and the clouds above it. The pale light
of the dark morning sky glimmered dully off seven shiny surfaces, and the area
around the church seemed deserted by all forms of life. Dropping swiftly to the
ground, she flew into the church through the open roof, narrowing her eyes at
what she saw.

In front of
her, a young male android sat with one leg over the other on the large altar of
the church, gazing at the western entrance of the building with an
expressionless face. The wind ripped through his hair and meager clothing,
charging through the damaged northern wall and the decayed roofing, as though
trying to push him from his vantage point. Pale ribbons of energy emerged from
his back, floating in the air and wrapping themselves around the android and
objects within their reach.

Seven round
silver droids drifted randomly within the decaying structure while trying to
battle the gusting winds. One of the drones had a large dent in it, while
another was flying somewhat off-balance, and a third was bobbing in the air, occasionally
sparking violently. The android boy seemed to wince as that particular droid
experienced a more disturbing fit, shuddering wildly and threatening to drop
from the air. Looking past the blond woman as she cautiously approached through
the centre of the structure, he spoke.

�Hello,
Android 18.�

A small
smile graced his lips, though there was no feeling behind it at all. Android 18
glared suspiciously � the boy was acting as though he was dreaming, not
addressing a real and tangible threat mere meters in front of him. She spoke.

�I guess
that makes you the bastard who tried to kill my brother.�

Android 10 blinked, his smile widening slightly as he refused to focus
his gaze on her.

�I did
nothing of the sort. And I do have a name, you know.�

Android 18
seethed, narrowing her eyes with hatred at the sight before her. The other
android had the same molten mercury eyes she had seen in her brother, the same
metal composing his fingernails, toenails, and hair, not to mention his seven
silver droids. Android 18 sized him up and decided he wasn�t a threat before
issuing her demands.

�You have ten seconds to tell me what you did and
how to undo it, or I�ll rip your arms off.�

Android
10�s eyes drifted slowly over to a stained glass window to his left as he
spoke, never once looking at Android 18.

�I broke
his will to gain access to the secrets he was keeping from me. In doing so, I
bound him to the Hive Mind. It�s not something that can be undone. I apologize.�

Android 18
closed her eyes as her mind flooded with emotion. Her heart felt heavy as she
realized that the person her brother had been was eradicated by this creature
in front of her, though her analytical mind told her that the way in which this
android was speaking seemed detached, weak, and that his apology was sincere. Her
eyes snapped open as she spoke.

�Give me
one good reason why I shouldn�t kill you right now!�

Android 10
removed his eyes from the window, turning them to the dark, clouded sky as a
column of light broke through the misty ceiling in the distance.

�Well, it
isn�t possible for one of father�s creations to attack the Hive Mind, though I
suppose you were looking for a reason more along the lines of� that killing me
would kill your brother.�

�What? Is
this a joke?�

�Android 17
is bound to the Hive Mind. I am the Hive Mind. If I die, it would be akin to
decapitation � without the head, the body would shrivel and die.�

Android 18
shook her head violently, forming a small ball of energy in her left hand.
Screaming, she threw it at Android 10, blinking in shock when it stopped a foot
in front of her, dissolving into nothing. For the first time, Android 10 looked
directly at her with mild surprise.

�Android 17
couldn�t even form the ball to attack when he tried that� no matter.�

Android 10
drew his knees to his chest atop the altar, wrapping his hands around them
unconsciously. Android 18 could barely believe how defenseless he looked at
that moment, looking down at her with a tired smile as silver drones floated
around the room and the skies above them coated him in shadows. He spoke again.

�I�m happy
you came, Android 18. I actually wanted to talk to you.�

Android 18
spat at the ground.

�I�ve got nothing to say to you.�

Android
10�s features hardened, though the smile never left his face.

�Oh come
now, I�m sure we can think of something. Sit. Stay a while.�

He nodded
to a random ruined pew, and Android 18 felt herself blush as she immediately
took a seat upon it. He continued.

�Did you
enjoy the flight in? Did you look down on the mountains, on the rolling hills, on
the human village? Did you look at the sky, and wonder how many generations have
passed through this place?�

Android 18
swallowed audibly. She had not expected to be having this sort of conversation
when she left Kame House. Android 10 glanced at her
face as he spoke again.

�It is
strange, how this place has come to feel like a home, of sorts. My memory banks
indicate that this is where Dr. Gero spent his
childhood. He would visit this church every Sunday, never once missing a chance
to praise a being that humans think lives somewhere beyond the sky, watching
them, protecting them...�

Android 10
looked at the sky as the clouds began to float faster and the winds above them
increased.

�At least,
they believed this until the war. The war that left this place in shambles, stole
from them a generation, and broke the spirits of the people who lived here. It
was then that our father decided to bring peace and order to this world,
through any means necessary � a quest that seems to have culminated in creating
androids for the Red Ribbon Army. Regardless, I was drawn here for reasons that
had escaped me; until I saw your brother�s demise through his own eyes.�

Android 18
began to shake in her seat; gods, how she hated
this android.

�Tell me,
Android 18, what did it feel like when you realized you were created with an
expiration date? That the only reason for your existence was to merge with something
more, a creature whose success meant more than your life?�

Android
18�s mind swam as her memories replayed the events that took place 17 years
ago, and she shivered slightly in the crisp air. She said nothing as he
continued, sitting deathly still on the ruined altar, staring at an old cross
that lay forgotten upon the ground.

�The events
I�ve seen through our brother�s eyes do not make sense. Does it strike you as
odd that Cell would need to devour energy from the humans that failed to outrun
him, arguably the weakest creatures around? Does it strike you as odd that
Cell�s ultimate goal was to absorb you and Android 17, yet had no way of
locating you or even sensing if you were still alive? Does it strike you as odd
that all Cell wanted from you was your power and
grace, and yet he had to beat you into submission, damage you, before he could
absorb you? Does it strike you as odd, sister, that the culmination of the
greatest beings in the universe would be destroyed and forgotten?�

Android
18�s attention snapped to Android 10 as he hoisted himself off the altar,
floating slowly to the ground. He walked slowly to the ruined northern wall,
looking through a massive crack in the masonry as leaves flew across the land
and clouds danced in the sky.

�It makes
no sense that our father�s greatest creation would not see with the eyes of an
army, think with the awareness of a civilization, possess every scrap of
knowledge father had ever collected, or command complete control over the
androids he was to consume when those very traits were afforded to me. I
believe the Cell that walked this planet was never perfected. Had he survived
in this timeline, Cell would be awakening now� and there is a reason that Cell
was to awaken now � Cell was meant to
come here first for the purpose of finding me, of absorbing me��

Android 10
chuckled dryly to himself under his breath.

�The humans
that worshiped here considered it a sin to question the divine plan that they
believed a higher power had devised to dictate their lives. They believed that
the plan sometimes caused them hardship, though what they endured was in the
interest of a greater good. I am ashamed to say that our brother�s memories
have driven me to sin.�

Android 18
snorted.

�Sin is
just a word humans use to describe doing what they don�t want you to do. They
use the concept to control each other.�

Android 10
smiled weakly into the darkening skies.

�Father
felt the same way. To him, the idea of sin had caused more injustices, more
wars, more divisions than anything else in human
society. He said that the concept of sin stood in the way of unity, peace, and
order � my ultimate goals.�

Android
10�s voice changed slightly, bleeding some raw emotion through his otherwise
polished speech.

�I wonder
which the greater sin is; questioning the divine plan,
or what I am doing, even as we speak...�

Android 18
snorted.

�I�ll never
understand why father�s earlier models were spineless pacifists. Where are you
going with this, anyway?�

Android 10 turned
from the wall to look directly at Android 18, his smile long gone, his molten
eyes burning with the revelation he had experienced.

�The reason
I am here is not to lead the Red Ribbon Army. I am here to meet my demise at
the hands of Cell, to give him the omniscience he needs to gain absolute
superiority, to give him an army and a world brought to its knees. But he isn�t
coming.�

Android 18
swallowed hard as Android 10 gingerly walked around the rubble, coming to the
edge of her pew and sitting beside her. His gaze never met hers as he stared
directly at the altar and the large stained glass windows that faced the east.

�It�s difficult,
you understand, doing what�s expected of you when begin to doubt the legitimacy
of what you�re doing, especially if your task was supposed to kill you. So, sister,
do we continue what we started, weaving a future that has been long since
forgotten? Do we adapt, play the hand we�ve been dealt, even if the other
players are gone? Or do we fade into the woodwork, and try to forget who and
what we are?�

Android 18
suppressed a bitter snarl at Android 10�s backhanded reference to her own life.
For a moment, neither of them said anything. Above them, the clouds parted for
a brief moment, bathing them in the golden light of the sun. Android 10 closed
his eyes and looked into the light, warming his face under the dance above
them. Under the golden light of the shining star, the world seemed warmer
somehow, the disturbing truth melting into the background, the dream of peace
suddenly within reach as the sun showered her children with love. The yellow
rays bounced off the mercury droids, causing even the damaged machines to still
slightly, basking in the moment of serenity before the sun was swallowed once
more by the clouds.

Android 10
did not open his eyes when the warmth of the sun disappeared, frowning as he
spoke.

�They�ve
forgotten us, sister. If they can�t see us, we don�t exist. If the humans can�t
see the war, it must not be there, and the Saiyans
are too wrapped up in each other to realize we�re even here. I don�t know which
is worse � that they don�t know what we�re doing, or that they may not care. I
suppose there is truth in that old proverb, �out of sight, out of mind��

Android 18
finally found her voice as Android 10 grew deathly silent.

�They do care. I don�t know what you�re doing,
but we�re going to find out. And when we do, we�re going to stop you. Together.�

Android
10�s eyes fluttered open. For the first time, Android 10 seemed to pry himself
from the images in his mind, the images of his army taking the world by force. Android
18 felt that he had really heard her, the peace in his face sending a chill up
her spine. He did not look at her as she spoke, gazing instead at the east once
more.

�Come now,
sister, have you no desire to see this world finally at peace?�

Android 18
snarled angrily.

�The only
way Dr. Gero could bring peace to this world would be
to kill everything living on it!�

Android 10
closed his eyes, a sad smile crossing his face as he seemed to absorb what she
had said. Finally, he spoke.

�I see we
are both sinners, then. I�m tired, and I�m sure your daughter misses you. You
should go home to her.�

Android 18
opened her mouth to speak before she realized she was already rising from the
pew; that had not been a suggestion. She walked slowly towards the entrance of
the church, never once thinking to fly out through the ruined ceiling,
unconsciously paying her respects to the forgotten. Before she could step
outside the ruins, she heard a voice speak softly to her from the church.

�Oh, and it
would be ill advised to fly over any cities, Android 18.�

Refusing to
look back at the android behind her, Android 18 took to the sky, her ki sparking violently around her as she flew straight to
the clouds. Breaking through the dreary layer of darkness that shrouded the
Earth beneath her, she sighed in relief as she broke through the ceiling. The
sunlight shone down upon her unhindered, smiling down from the heavens as it
warmed her face and kissed away the chill of the autumn winds. Around her,
mountains poked their heads through the clouds to greet her as she realized she
had escaped her brother�s fate. Thinking of her daughter and her husband,
Android 18 flew towards the sea, vowing never again to return to this place.

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Dust and sand billowed into the air
as day prepared to break on a shining city that rested between the desert and
the ocean. The sky was lit with streaks of orange and blue, though the beauty
of the desert sun was clouded by black smoke from below. Without warning, a
shining glass skyscraper broke under the pressure of nothing, cascading to the
ground below. The populace of the city had either fled to the desert sands or
swarmed to places of worship across the city, praying for a savior.

The dome of a temple imploded as two
pitch black androids dressed in disheveled clothing floated to the ground. One
cocked an eyebrow as they surveyed the scene � many had fled the temple when
the dome had given way, though others had chosen to stay, bowing fervently to
the east, praying for mercy from their god.

Smirking evilly, the androids raised
their hands, allowing their energy to build.

�You�ll bow to us, now...�

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The harsh
northern winds carried the dark clouds of an autumn storm over the picturesque
rolling countryside. The misty behemoths looked down upon the world as they
passed it by, gazing over the ancient forests and fields that had abandoned
their lush green foliage in favour of a fiery gold,
orange, and red finale as autumn crept gracefully over the earth. Their gaze
rested upon a large dome-shaped house, painted a pale
saffron, blending nicely into the vibrant colours of
the forest around it.

Inside the
house, the dull light from the clouded sky seeped through the slits in Goten�s Venetian blinds, sprawling across his room lazily
as they lit the dwelling in a grey-blue light. The dark oak dresser, desk, and
bookshelf that stood in the boy�s room blended into the shadows, a clear
contrast to the white Japanese futon and the light hardwood flooring that
seemed to glow in the pale light of day.

Goten�s
eyes fluttered under his eyelids as he slept on top of his covers. Sweat coated
his body and he gripped the sheets beneath him, groaning slightly and writhing
from side to side. He was dressed only in a pair of dark blue boxers, though
the heat poured off him in waves; his fever had returned with a vengeance. The Gyraida virus had been hitting both boys harder than ever
after they were separated, and it was getting to the point that neither of them
could differentiate between reality and fevered dream. In his sleep, Goten saw visions of Trunks, of the things he did to him,
of where he was right now�

The
raven-haired boy�s eyes opened drowsily as something tapped upon the window of
his room impatiently. Dragging himself from the haze of sleep, Goten trudged over the cool hardwood floor to the window,
fumbling with the drawstrings for his Venetian blinds as he squinted slightly
against the flood of grey light. The face of a familiar lavender-haired prince
met his gaze, prompting him to give a confused look as he opened the window
wide, allowing Trunks to hastily enter the room.

Trunks said
nothing as he climbed into the room with a little more difficulty than he
really should have experienced. Goten took a moment
to look at his best friend, frowning in contemplation at the image in front of
him. It did not take long for Goten to realize that
Trunks� fever had returned was well. He had been sweating; his purple hair
seemed to be matted to his face, his skin seemed to shine in the conflicted
daylight, and his breathing was ragged. Oddly, Trunks did not seem affected at
all by the cool autumn air, radiating heat despite the fact he had not deemed
it necessary to dress himself in anything other than a pair of boxers and a
damp white T-Shirt. A grin crept across Goten�s face
as his gaze fell over Trunks� eyes � that hunger, that passion, that air of
superiority � it seemed stronger, somehow.

�Hey Goten.�

Trunks
smirked mischievously � he knew his mother hated it when he used that greeting.

�Hi Trunks�
Aren�t we supposed to be staying away from each other?�

Goten�s
grin faltered as Trunks laughed, a cruel cackle that painted an auditory image
of an amused Vegeta with deadly accuracy.

�Oh Goten, when do we ever do what other
people want?�

Smirking,
Trunks walked over to Goten, stopping mere inches
from the younger boy�s face. Goten almost whimpered
at the heady scent that seemed to roll off his lover in intoxicating waves, the
smell of exotic spices, power, sexuality, and pride. He was drowning in it; and judging by the look on Trunks�
face, Goten was exuding something just as powerful. Goten shivered as Trunks traced a finger up his arm before
swatting his lover away, taking a few steps back, and glaring.

�Stop� stop
it, Trunks. We�re sick.�

Trunks only
smirked wider.

�Playing
hard to get? Gonna make me take what I want?� Trunks
snickered seductively. �You think I won�t?�

Goten�s
lighthearted demeanor rapidly melted into a seething, snarling fa�ade that
Trunks had never seen before, a savage beast staring back at him through those
wild black locks. He could not help but recoil at the onslaught that followed,
realizing that this was perhaps the first time Goten
had ever remotely reminded him of the Saiyan he was.

�Is that
what this is? Am I just another one of your fucking toys, Trunks, to use when you
want? Is that why when you need Son Goten, your best friend, you act like you�ve never touched me? Like you don�t feel anything for me? And when you want a
good little fuck buddy, I suddenly become the love of your life?�

Trunks
narrowed his eyes threateningly. This was not the Goten
he knew; if only he had known that Goten was thinking
the same thing about him. Goten continued.

�And you
ask when we ever do what people want? I�ll tell
you! Every fucking day when we
have hide what we have, what we are, that�s then we do what other people
want, Trunks! You live your entire life
for other people, and you make me do
it with you! Gods, even when we�re together,
I feel like I�ve done something wrong! All you make me feel is lonely, even
when we�re fucking!�

That did
it. Trunks crossed the distance between them and punched Goten
savagely on the jaw, panting and glaring at his friend with fire in his eyes. Goten quickly recovered, punching the prince even harder
than he had been hit. Trunks looked at the floor beneath Goten�s
feet as he felt a thin trail of blood trickle from where his lip had been split
by his raven-haired lover, fearful to meet Goten�s
gaze.

Goten,
meanwhile, was doing everything in his power to stay angry. That smell was
wafting off of Trunks in ever stronger waves than before, and now the spicy
scent of his lover�s warm blood running down his face was joining the mix. Goten blinked as his mind became clouded, his vision fading
to a moment of blissful love-making under the rain of a place he only vaguely
recalled, where nothing and everything existed at once�

�Oh, fuck
it.�

Something
inside Goten snapped as his instincts completely
overcame his ability to reason with anything other than what was between his
legs, completely overcome by the growing awareness of his Saiyan
needs, the delirium of the virus, and the intoxicating boy standing in front of
him. Taking Trunks completely by surprise, Goten
growled as he grabbed the other�s face in his hands, licking up the trail of
blood and smirking as he pulled the prince into a deep kiss, savoring the taste
of Trunks� passionate mouth laced with the enthralling metallic taste of Saiyan blood.

The scent
of Saiyan filled the room, the overpowering smell of arousal,
power, maturity, need, and abandon wafting around the two as the violent kiss
continued. Parting from his lover for an instant, Goten
glared as his body betrayed him.

�This� this
isn�t over��

The prince
growled as he threw Goten onto the bed, ripping off
his lover�s boxers before kissing the raven-haired boy once again, biting down
on his lip and allowing the blood to flow freely down his face and onto the
blue sheets of his bed. A voice in Goten�s mind
screamed at him, asking what the hell was going on, but he ignored it. Although
it made no sense, and this was clearly going to have serious consequences, he
knew that this was somehow right. They wanted this. They needed this.

�They�ll�
they�ll hear��

Goten
panted through Trunks� violent kiss; he knew his mother and his father were
downstairs, he could feel them. The Prince drew himself from his lover�s kiss,
smirking again with a bloodstained mouth, looking savage and possessed in the
sickly light of an approaching storm.

�Let them.�

Goten
kissed Trunks again before whispering seductively.

�Vegeta�ll find out. He�ll kill us.�

Trunks
snickered to himself as he ripped the shirt from his
body and slicked two of his fingers with blood and saliva.

�He�ll
try.�

Looking
down on Goten with lustful eyes, Trunks violently thrust
his fingers up Goten�s entry, snickering again as Goten arched his back and gasped, grabbing Trunks� free arm
hard enough to leave a mark. Trunks smirked at how warm it was inside Goten�s body; he could scarcely believe how hot his
raven-haired lover could get. Goten whimpered as
Trunks slickly withdrew from his entry, making him feel empty and cold.
Glaring, Goten grabbed the prince�s boxers and
ripping them from the other. Goten snarled with a
feral edge Trunks had never thought that his lover�s gentle character was even capable
of producing. Part of him wondered why he was acting this way, but most of him
really didn�t care.

Smirking mischievously,
Trunks panted heavily as the air around him flickered with the ethereal flames
of rising ki, triggering a similar reaction from his
lover. In his mind, he could see the rolling hills of a world lit only by a
bright haze, a world where a flash of light could change everything or leave it
all the same. Neither boy seemed to notice the images of Gotenks
flooding their minds, both of them powering up as the bedroom grew darker,
becoming a place they�d seen before�

Trunks was
pulled out of his reverie as Goten grabbed his
throbbing cock, stroking it with a hand slick with sweat, positioning it at his
entry. The Saiyan beneath him growled, moving his
hands to Trunks� thighs, willing him to take him as hard as he could.

A raw howl
escaped both their throats as Trunks plunged his length into Goten, in one foul swoop driving two lovers to lose
themselves in each other, to become one being under the mantle of forbidden
love; literally. Their bodies gleamed red and blue as
the two boys began to bleed into each other, shockwaves leveling the bed and
the few pieces of furniture that adorned Goten�s room
before taking out the very walls and ceiling themselves. The room blew apart in
a flash of light that shone brighter than the sun, threatening to destroy the
whole house.

A few
moments later, Goku had materialized in the remains
of Goten�s bedroom, his mouth dropping open at what
he saw. The floor had been decimated and burned, the walls had crumbled to
almost nothing, and the ceiling of the domed house that once covered Goten�s bedroom had been obliterated entirely. Both boys
had disappeared, replaced by a shining figure that crouched on the charred
remains of Goten�s bed.

Goku
immediately recognized the boy�s purple and black hair to belong to Gotenks, but the creature that was crouched on the bed
looked very little like the Gotenks he had known a
decade before. His skin was paler than it was before, was traced with thin, elegant,
inky black designs that reminded Goku of tribal
tattoos he had seen in a magazine during one of Chichi�s doctor�s appointments.

The
creature rose his gaze to meet Goku�s,
smirking as he stood. Goku swallowed hard as he
realized the fusion the completely naked and somewhat aroused. Goku could not help but notice that the fusion was emitting
an absolutely overwhelming scent of sexuality, power, and control, and that
under any other circumstances he might have found it attractive. The creature
was clearly suffering the effects of a fever, sweating profusely and panting
slightly. The most disturbing thing was the creature�s eyes; while the creature
shared the dark eyes of his youngest son that the true Gotenks
had possessed, these eyes seemed infinitely more savage, more malicious, more Saiyan�

Giving Goku a quick once-over, Gotenks�
smirk widened and he raised the right side of his face, snickering evilly and
reminding Goku of what Vegeta
had looked like when he was possessed by Babidi. The
fusion�s snicker became a cruel laugh, a combination of Goten�s
and Trunks� voices that sounded very unlike them as Gotenks
turned away from Goku and curled his arms while he
extended his fingers, allowing the energy of the Saiyans
to flood his body. Without a word, the fusion shot into the sky, leveling what
remained of the rubble.

Goku
swore loudly as he ran down the stairs of his home, almost running into Chichi
on the way down. She was in tears, hysterical as the tried to glance behind her
large husband at what remained of the top of the house.

�Goku! What is going on?!�

Goku
grabbed his wife�s arm, half leading her, half dragging her from their home,
worried that it would collapse as the supports groaned in protest at the trauma
they had endured. Once they were outside, Goku pulled
Chichi into a tight embrace, trying his best to comfort her as she weakened in
his arms, seeing the obliterated remains of the second storey from outside. Tears
began to stream down her face as she began to claw at her husband�s arms, trying
to escape the warmth of the large Saiyan as her eyes
locked on what was once Goten�s room.

�Goku... Goku, where�s Goten?! WHERE IS MY BABY?!�

She began
to hit his chest savagely with both fists, crying out hoarsely as the dull
sound of thunder rumbled in the distance. Goku
continued to hold his wife, trying to figure out what had happened, and how
much Chichi needed to know. Sighing to himself, he embraced his wife tighter as
he increased his ki and flew with his wife in the
direction of West
City, narrowly escaping
the first tears to fall from the stormy autumn sky.

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The first snow flurries of the
season drifted lazily across the northern city, oblivious to what was taking
place below them. The streets were deserted, unsettlingly quiet as papers
drifted through the alleyways, and cars rested where they had been abandoned. Hours
ago, this city had been the most populous for miles, now little more than a
ghost town.

What remained of the population had
gathered in the city centre, huddling together against the cold, looking in
fear at the creatures that hovered above a small statue in the heart of the
city. One looked like an emaciated, middle aged man dressed a tattered military
uniform, where the other appeared to be a grossly obese woman, a mere three
feet tall, with an evil smirk on her lips. Both had skin whiter than the snow
that fell on the petrified humans below them, and both donned red scarves with
two white R�s embroidered upon them.

As the city surrendered to the
androids, a cruel mechanical voice filled the air, scaring what animals had
survived the attack to scamper into hiding.

�You were wise to surrender to us.
We claim this city for the Red Ribbon Army!�

A few stray cries emerged from the
crowd.

�Now begins your lives of peace��

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�Bulma! Vegeta!�

Bulma and
Vegeta jumped as the large Saiyan
and his hysterical wife ran up the stairs behind them, apparently having been
let inside the house by the security system. Bulma�s
face paled as her eyes fell upon the screaming, crying face of Chichi, quickly
moving to take her from Goku�s arms and attempting to
soothe her. Goku felt a lump form in his throat when
they realized where they were standing.

It was
Trunks� bedroom. Trunks� empty
bedroom.

Goku
looked at Bulma, exasperated.

�You knew
he left?! Why didn�t you call or something?�

Bulma
simply glared at him as Chichi let out another wail of sorrow.

�Nothing
works! Not the phones, not the TV, not even the damn
computers... and what is going on? What happened?�

Goku
opened his mouth to respond, but his wife cut him off.

�He�s GONE!
My baby, he�s gone! Gone, gone��

Vegeta
rolled his eyes impatiently.

�Quit your
sobbing, stupid woman, he isn�t gone. I can feel the brats from here.�

Chichi�s
sobs grew quieter as she looked at Vegeta with hope.
Instead of addressing the hysterical woman in his wife�s arms, he turned to Goku.

�What
happened, Kakarot?�

Goku
looked at the ceiling of the room as thunder sounded outside, and rain began to
violently pelt against the curved windows that stretched across the wall.

�Well,
Chichi and I were downstairs, and we heard this really big explosion come from
upstairs, and when I went up to see what happened, I saw��

Goku
paused for a moment, trying to decide how to describe it.

�It was Gotenks, but it... wasn�t. There was something wrong with
him.�

Vegeta
closed his eyes, seeking out the energy signature of the fusion. Growling in
frustration, Vegeta clenched his fist � he couldn�t pinpoint
exactly where the creature was. He could feel the existence of a large energy
reading, and the nature of it, though not where.

�I�d have
to agree with you, Kakarot. That is not Gotenks.�

Chichi stopped
sobbing abruptly and glared at Goku.

�Why didn�t you sense that Trunks was upstairs, Goku? You can sense people on the other
side of the planet but you can�t
sense another Super Saiyan on the second floor?!�

Goku�s
face scrunched into a look of frustration and contemplation, slowly bleeding
into worry.

�I don�t
know. I could feel you, Chichi� why couldn�t I feel him?�

Vegeta
scoffed loudly.

�Woman,
take Kakarot�s harpy to get some tea or something. I
can�t hear myself think when she�s like that.�

Glaring and
snapping a stream of threats that made Goku wince,
Chichi left the room with Bulma, the sound of her
hysteria dying into nothing as she made her way down the stairs. Rolling his
eyes, Vegeta turned back to Goku.

�I already
told you that your mate is sick. The harpy woman is getting worse, and it�s
making you weaker, so you can�t sense
the energy signals of anyone except your mate. Now we have more important
things to deal with!�

Vegeta
cringed visibly as a nasal, irritating voice filled
his head for the second time in a week. Gods, he hated that overweight cosmic cockroach.

�Goku, Vegeta, how could let this happen? I told you not to let
them fuse, no matter what!�

Goku also
cringed; he hated being told that he had failed. Vegeta
snorted loudly.

�I don�t
see why anyone is in any immediate danger here. The fusion will only last
another 20 minutes. We�ll just have to be more careful next time.�

�No! Vegeta
you don�t understand, that is NOT Gotenks. The Gyraida Virus corrupts fusions! Once the fusion is
complete, they won�t be able to separate on their own!�

The room
grew deathly silent after this statement, as though the Saiyans
had forgotten to breathe.

�And just because the old Gotenks wouldn�t hurt anyone, doesn�t mean that one won�t. The
virus intensifies your animal instincts and completely does away with reason
and conscience. Goku, Vegeta,
you have to listen to me, he is not your sons, you have to find him
immediately!�

Vegeta
seethed as Goku stared at the floor.

�You ignorant, useless tub of lard! Why didn�t you tell us this
earlier?!�

�Because I didn�t know! This Virus only existed in Otherworld until about 10 years ago, and
before that, we only knew about it for a few years, which isn�t very long when
you live forever, you know!�

Vegeta
bared his teeth and glared at the ceiling of his son�s room, as if trying to
find the kai hiding in the paste stucco that defined
the space above them. Goku raised his head.

�There�s
one thing I don�t understand. Why would Trunks fly all the way to our house
just so they could do the fusion dance? It doesn�t make any sense.�

�I told you, the Gyraida
Virus corrupts fusions, even in their separated state. One of the symptoms of
the virus is an insatiable desire to fuse by any means necessary. Depending on
how advanced the virus is, a fusion could trigger from
something as small as an intimate touch.�

A steely
gaze washed over Goku�s features as his simple mind
began to add things up. Inexplicable nudity, finding the fusion on his son�s
bed, the Saiyan instincts beginning to surface with
the coming of the full moon� His expressionless fa�ade did not seem to affect Vegeta, however, who always had the uncanny ability to see
right through him. Vegeta felt rage and suspicion
begin to boil under his skin.

�Kakarot, you are keeping something from me. I want to know
what it is.�

�We don�t have time for another one
of your arguments! You two have to find Gotenks NOW!�

Vegeta
rolled his eyes, glaring at the larger Saiyan.

�Fine. I
guess we better hope that I can still
sense ki, Kakarot.�

The larger Saiyan winced at Vegeta�s mention
of his newfound ineptitude. Vegeta strode to the
window of the large bedroom, roughly pushing the window open before recoiling
slightly at the downpour of rain that washed over his skin, quickly soaking his
navy training suit. The midday sky was dark, the outline of billowing columns
of clouds slicing segments into the air as thunder rumbled from above. The city
looked cold and lonely in the dim light of the cloudy sky, concrete buildings
and dome turning dark and nondescript as rain soaked their porous exterior. Quickly
leaping into the storm, Vegeta banished the cool
water from his skin with a short blast of ki.
Trusting Goku to follow suit, Vegeta
shot into the distance, following the sinister ki of
the Gyraida fusion as the world wept.

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--INTERMISSION--

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Storm
clouds billowed ominously in the skies beneath Dende�s
Overlook, lit vibrant and unsettling colours as the
sunlight grew dim in the aging day. Standing on the edge of his marble palace, Dende gazed through the misty ceiling to the world below,
frowning deeper with each passing minute. In every direction, cities were
falling to android vigilantes under the banner of the long-deceased Red Ribbon Army,
and a disturbing, yet somehow familiar energy signature had been eluding Vegeta and Goku for almost 2
hours. Bitter winds battered his mind from its lonely vigil, causing Dende to shiver slightly and pull his robes closer to his
body. Sighing deeply to himself, Dende�s gaze
reverted to the temple behind him, allowing the warm energy he felt from Gohan wash over his senses, calming him slightly.

Eventually
turning his sights back to the planet he had sworn to protect, he did not make
any indication that he had noticed the energy of another Namek
approach him from the West. Standing in silence for a few moments as the other
walked towards him, Dende eventually spoke.

�It doesn�t
make any sense. How did this happen?�

Piccolo
grunted, clearly somewhat annoyed.

�You�re the
guardian. You tell me.�

Dende
turned to Piccolo and glared.

�Oh come
on, Piccolo. I take a break for one
fucking hour and suddenly it�s my fault the world is going to hell? I can�t
even do anything about it anyway.�

Piccolo
refused to look at Dende as he spoke, trying to keep
the true emotions from his voice.

�Interesting
choice of words, considering what you spent that hour doing.�

�What is that supposed to mean?�

Piccolo
screamed much louder than he had intended to.

�You know
exactly what it means! If you weren�t busy fucking around with Gohan maybe you would have seen this coming! Maybe you
could have warned them! Gods, Dende, you shouldn�t
even be doing this, don�t you realize that you�re taking advantage of him?!�

Dende�s
voice grew extremely cold, laced with venom and rage.

�And how is
it any worse than what you did?�

Piccolo
growled threateningly and allowed his ki to rise unconsciously,
causing Dende to take a step back though never
breaking his venomous glare. The pair stood in silence for a few moments,
trying to control their anger, before Piccolo finally broke the silence.

�I�m not
proud of my past, but this isn�t about that. Gohan
deserves to know what�s going on. I think he�d find a hostile army of androids
running around very interesting, Dende, and I�m
almost afraid to ask why you haven�t told him.�

Dende
finally broke his stare, choosing instead to glare at the stone tiles beneath
his feet.

�The world
is always in some sort of danger. Gohan is here with me now.
Do you have any idea how hard it is to love someone who can�t love you? To
give up your first and only chance at being with the one you love just because a
few cities are under attack and some insane android ripped a bunch of satellites
out of space?!�

Piccolo
snapped out of his anger briefly, allowing surprise to flood his face.

�Wait, what?
What insane android?�

Dende
waved his hand dismissively.

�Oh, one of
the androids down there isn�t like the others, he�s just sitting in some ruined
church. The only thing he�s done so far was fry the human communication
systems. That�s not the point! I�ve sacrificed so much for the people of this
planet, and there are plenty of
people who can solve this problem, yourself included,
Piccolo.�

Piccolo
snarled, crossing the distance between them and grabbing Dende
by the robes, lifting him roughly from the ground. Bringing his face close to
the defiant young guardian�s, Piccolo spoke in barely more than a whisper.

�You are
the guardian of this planet, and your duties cannot just be put on hold as you
please! You are going to tell me where this android is, and then you are going
to go into the temple and tell Gohan exactly what is going on down there. Is
that clear?�

Dende
rolled his eyes, keeping his gaze from the larger Namek�s
face as he tried not to care.

�The ruined
church is in the mountains outside Satan
City, across from a small
river. He�s hard to miss, it�s not like he blends in.�

Piccolo
snarled again, dropping Dende on the ground. Walking
to the edge of the overlook, Piccolo spoke without turning back.

�Let him
go, Dende. This won�t end well for either of you if
you don�t.�

With that,
Piccolo leapt from the Overlook, leaving Dende blinking
after the other�s fading energy as he disappeared into the clouds. Looking
towards the West, Dende sighed as the sun set into
the thick clouds below him, lighting them shades of orange, red, and brown as
the light defined the horizon. Finally rising to his feet, Dende
focused once more on the bright energy of his lover, trudging towards the
temple as his heart filled for the first time with sorrow and contempt.

The bedroom
that Gohan had chosen as his own in Dende�s Overlook was lit with the golden, distorted light
of the sunset above the clouds, accented by the flickering candles that Gohan had spread around the room for extra light. The
scents of fire, paper, crisp air, and his own musk
filled the room, making it far more comfortable and homey than the ethereal
fabrics and marble normally allowed.

Gohan sat
alone on his bed, smiling to himself as he read one of the books that Kami had squirreled away in the Overlook several years
before. Wearing a simple T-shirt and pajama bottoms, Gohan
had only gotten out of bed to eat and expel waste; he hadn�t been able to waste
time like this in years. Upon the aged parchment was etched an original
manuscript of a medieval play, something that could only bring a smile to the
face of a scholar like Gohan. Ironically, it could
probably only be read by a scholar
like Gohan, considering how different English was
hundreds of years ago. Looking up as he heard a knock at his door, Gohan placed the papers on the bed as he called out for the
other to enter.

Dende
opened the door slowly, his face blushed and clearly
agitated. Frowning to himself, Gohan realized that
the young guardian was quite upset � this was probably a poor time to try to
stop their affair, but he had to do it before he lost his nerve again. Sighing
inwardly, Gohan moved to remove the parchment from
his bed, motioning for the Namek to sit, giving him
his undivided attention. Dende inhaled deeply before
he spoke.

�Piccolo
was here.�

Gohan
felt his heart leap in his chest as he tried to feign disinterest, taking a
seat on a wooden chair near the bed.

�Oh? What
did he want?�

�He wanted
me to tell you��

Dende
looked at Gohan�s face, stopping as he noticed that
the other�s eyes betrayed a tangible pain at the mention of the elder Namek.

�To tell you� that you should be spending more time training.�

Gohan
snorted and rolled his eyes angrily, fuming as he stood up and began to pace in
front of Dende.

�Oh, he did, did he? Well next time he says
something like that, remind him that I can still
kick his ass.�

Dende
smirked to himself, ignoring his screaming conscience as his lover paced in
front of him, seeming sexier than ever when he was angry. As Gohan seemed to gain control over his anger, a sad look
crossed his features and he slowly walked over to Dende,
taking a seat beside him.

�Dende, I� we need to talk.�

Dende
stiffened as Gohan continued.

�Those
things we did, they were wrong. I don�t feel for you the way you feel for me.
And I really feel like I�ve been taking advantage of you��

Gohan
brought his gaze to meet Dende�s, recoiling slightly
at the tense yet unaffected look on the other�s face. Surprised, Gohan decided to change his approach.

�Don�t you
understand what I�m saying? I don�t� I don�t love you, Dende.�

Dende
shrugged his shoulders, looking straight at Gohan.

�I know
what you�re trying to say. I just don�t believe you.�

Gohan�s
face fell as he stared at Dende, the resolve in the
guardian�s face making him slightly uncomfortable.

�When we
were on Namek, you saved my life, and whenever I
healed you, I saved yours. I took you to our father, and even he saw he much
you cared. I brought your mentor back. I brought you back to life after Majin Buu attacked. Of all places
you could have gone, you came here.
Of anyone you could have stayed with, you chose me.�

Gohan
swallowed hard as Dende moved from the bed, a sly
smirk gracing the other�s face as Dende moved closer
to his prize, looking up at Gohan through lidded eyes
as he approached.

�You think
that you have to end this because it�s wrong? Think about where we are. No one
is going to judge us if they don�t know we exist. Who�s gonna
know?�

Gohan
looked at Dende, shuddering as the other drew his
body closer.

�Just
because they can�t see us, doesn�t mean that we� that we can��

Dende
reached out and grabbed Gohan�s left hand in both of
his, caressing the soft white skin with his own emerald flesh. Bringing his
face closer to Gohan�s, Dende
breathed softly as he looked directly into the Saiyan�s
eyes and brushed his lips against Gohan�s.

�I love
you, Gohan.�

Dende
kissed Gohan chastely, smiling as he drew back and
released the Saiyan�s hand, savoring the taste that Gohan left on his lips. He closed his eyes, not noticing Gohan�s expression reverting to a profound sadness as the
sun finally set into the clouds. The moon and the stars shone down upon Dende�s Overlook, bathing the marble in a pale blue light,
mingling with the flickering orange of the candlelight as the marble temple
wrapped itself in the mantle of the night sky. Dende
smiled as the moonlight caressed his skin from the windows; he had always loved
the delicate touch of the full moon�

�I don�t.�

Dende
opened his eyes to look at Gohan with confusion,
startled to see Gohan�s eyes shining in the moonlight
as he spoke again.

�I don�t
love you, Dende.�

Dende chuckled
dryly to himself, feeling like he had been speaking to the wall until he saw
the resolve in Gohan�s face, a steely glare accented
by the flickering orange light of the candles. Dende
started breathing harder, clenching his fists in frustration.

�You do.�

Gohan
shook his head slowly.

�Dende, please��

Quickly
crossing the distance that had grown between them, Dende
grasped Gohan�s face with both hands, attempting to
pull him into a deep kiss. Pulling away when Gohan
refused to let Dende deepen the kiss, Dende felt tears well in his eyes as he tried again. The
warm Saiyan still refused to reciprocate, causing Dende to pull back, seething.

�You do
love me. I�ll prove it to you!�

Dende�s
hand shot to Gohan�s pajama pants, grabbing the
dark-haired man�s cock through the fabric, squeezing as he drew Gohan into another kiss. Caressing the Saiyan�s
hardening member and licking his lips wantonly, Gohan�s
breathing finally hitched as the blood rushed from his head. Dende smirked into the kiss, finally able to enter Gohan�s mouth, leading him slowly back to the bed by
pulling gently on his cock while fighting for control of the warrior�s mouth. Dende broke the kiss, bringing his free hand to clutch Gohan�s T-shirt, stretching it towards him suggestively. In
one fluid motion, Dende tugged it over the other�s
head as Gohan put up very little resistance, looking
down at Dende with confusion, frustration, but most
importantly, arousal. Looking closely, Dende was sure
he saw love in Gohan�s gaze�

Taking his
hand off Gohan�s need, the guardian smirked as a
stifled whimper escaped the Saiyan�s mouth. Placing
his fingers between the elastic of his lover�s pajama pants and his skin, Dende pulled down, revealing Gohan�s
glorious length defying gravity as it rose to meet Dende�s
lidded gaze. Dropping to his knees, Dende prepared to
take Gohan in his mouth, barely listening as Gohan protested weakly.

�Dende� please stop��

The protest
died away as Dende grabbed the base of Gohan�s penis, taking the head between his lips as he
allowed his tongue to dance over the engorged member. Gohan
groaned in satisfaction, unconsciously gripping Dende�s
robes and rolling them up around his shoulders. A wet slurp reached the Saiyan�s ears and a cool breeze caressed his length as he
realized that Dende had released his cock from his
mouth. Looking down with mild dissatisfaction, he noticed that Dende had removed his clothing, smiling at him blissfully
before drawing him into another kiss, leaving that taste of honey and cucumbers
in Gohan�s mouth once again.

All too
soon, Dende broke the kiss, falling backwards onto
the large bed. Gesturing seductively, Gohan pounced
onto the mattress, hearing the bed squeak with the slightest sound of protest
as he crawled over the young guardian, lowering himself until the space between
them had been completely eradicated. Their tongues battling for control of Dende�s mouth, the lovers kissed once more as Dende ground his hips against Gohan�s,
moaning as he brought the other slightly closer. Without warning, Dende broke the kiss and pushed Gohan
off of him, rolling over onto the milky-skinned man to straddle him from
above.

�This time
we�re going all the way, Gohan��

Not giving Gohan to time to protest, Dende
caressed Gohan�s chest with his left hand has he took
Gohan�s length in his right, positioning the warrior
at his entry as he tweaked his nipple playfully.

�I love
you, Gohan.�

With that, Dende thrust down onto Gohan�s
member, causing both lovers to cry out in a mixture of pleasure, pain, and
abandon as a bitter gust of wind ventured through the windows, extinguishing
the candles that lit the room, plunging the lovers into darkness before their
eyes could adjust to the pale light of the moon.

The night sky was clear save for a few white clouds, misty giants that reflected the
light of the stars as they floated lazily across the sky. It was the night of
the full moon, and the large satellite did not disappoint as she sat brightly
amongst the stars, shining down upon the Earth with her milky light. Wolves and
insects called to the moon from below, enjoying the warm breeze and the fresh
air of the midsummer night.

As the moon�s gaze fell upon a
forest in the mountains, resting upon the waterfall amongst the trees, a dull
moan sounded above the thundering water, rising from the mist of the falls as a
Saiyan boy came of age with his mentor under the
stars.

�Piccolo��

Gohan panted as he kissed his mentor deeply, the waterfall roaring in the
background as crickets chirped and owls spoke to the moon. It was dark, though
the moon and the stars had lit the night sky just enough to make out the man in
front of him. Gohan was naked, save for his boxers,
and his tongue was locked in a battle with Piccolo�s
for control of his mouth. As his mentor shed his clothing, Gohan
broke the kiss, grabbing him roughly and gazing into his eyes.

�Tell me you want me.�

Piccolo smirked before pulling the
boy into another kiss, shedding the rest of his clothing as he tore the boxers
from Gohan�s teenaged body.

�I want you, Gohan.�

Gohan smiled into his lover�s chest as he lowered himself to meet Piccolo�s
need. It was larger than he expected, though his teacher *was* a 7 foot tall
alien. Grabbing what he soon learned was the softest thing on his mentor�s body, he massaged the shaft as he looked into his mentor�s
eyes.

�Tell me you love me.�

Piccolo only growled to this
request, grabbing Gohan�s head and shoving himself
into the boy�s mouth, moaning with pleasure as the boy slowly took him in. The
taller man never noticed the look of confusion and sadness in his pupil�s eyes
as the world around them seemed to fog over with mist from the falls, and a
cool breeze danced through the tall grass, lifting the sound of the midnight to
their ears.

Kneeling in the soft grass on a warm
summer night, Gohan had never felt so cold.

The taller man growled as he looked
down at the boy between his legs. Gohan�s face was
distorted in concentration, doing everything in his power to take more of the Namek�s length into his warm mouth. Placing a hand on the
back of his pupil�s head, Piccolo pushed himself further down the boy�s throat,
earning a dull gag and a muffled grunt of protest. The vibrations in Gohan�s throat did nothing to hinder the green warrior,
making him even more aroused, if possible. Piccolo flourished under the mantle
of control he now enjoyed � Gohan had surpassed him
in power and skill time and again, though as the teacher once again gained control
of the Saiyan boy, things reverted to what they
should have been.

Smirking down at the look of mild
discomfort and pleasured determination on Gohan�s
face, Piccolo began pulling out of the boy�s mouth before forcing himself in a
moment later. He savagely pounded and fucked Gohan�s
face, enjoying the power he felt. A few minutes later, Piccolo roared as he
came, feeling the boy gag as his mouth flooded with the elder man�s seed
without warning.

Ignoring the slightly lime-tinted
liquid leaking from his student�s mouth, Piccolo pulled himself out of Gohan�s warmth, pushing the boy onto his back and lifting
his legs over his own shoulders. Eyeing the boy�s well muscled rear, Piccolo
smirked as he drew his fingers over Gohan�s entrance,
greedily licking his lips as he prepared to finish what he started.

Piccolo shoved his fingers in Gohan�s mouth without warning, growling at him for a moment
until Gohan realized what he wanted. Caressing the
digits with his tongue, images of his youth crossed his mind. How many times
had Piccolo been there for him, to give him precisely what was needed to
succeed, to become a better person, to escape the challenges he could not meet
as a child? It made sense that he would give himself to his mentor, the only
man who had been there for him more than his own father�

Piccolo removed his fingers from Gohan�s mouth, slowly pushing his index finger into Gohan�s virgin entry, savoring the sound of Gohan�s breath hitching as he arched his back, grabbing at
the grass beneath him. Piccolo pushed another digit in, allowing Gohan�s reverie to continue as he visualized Piccolo�s
strength, a flame in the darkness that always there for him when he needed it.
Why did it feel like Piccolo was not here for him now, even as he prepared to�
to�

Piccolo suddenly withdrew his
fingers, and Gohan braced for what was coming.
Gripping the grass, Gohan shuddered as Piccolo
positioned the head of his cock at the boy�s entry, smirking victoriously as he
plunged into the warmth of his young Saiyan lover. The
groan of pain and pleasure that the raven-haired boy emitted almost sent him
over the edge. After letting Gohan adapt to the
length in his rear, Piccolo began to thrust in and out savagely, watching the
boy writhe and groan beneath him, ripping the grass from the ground as he
bounced under the assault.

It was then that Gohan
realized what was happening. The look on Piccolo�s face, the way he was
treating him, the way that he had refused to show the boy affection� Goku had told his son stories of Piccolo Junior in the days
before his birth, though he never thought that he would meet that cruel
creature; the one fucking him now. This was a battle to him - another conquest,
another lesson, a superior warrior claiming what was rightfully his.

Were all of Piccolo�s sacrifices mere
gambits? With Cell gone, was this how Piccolo truly felt? Piccolo wanted Gohan, but he didn�t love him. In that moment, Gohan wondered whether Piccolo was even capable of love.

So this was what it felt like to
love someone who couldn�t love you back�

Gohan shut his eyes tightly as his mentor came closer to his release. Closing
his eyes and roaring, Piccolo bucked his hips and shuddered violently as Gohan felt his insides warm with the wet release of the
large man above him. Collapsing onto his young lover with a grunt, Piccolo drew
Gohan into a final kiss, his seed leaking from the
boy�s entrance as Piccolo softened in the warm cavity. Piccolo finally pulled
out, rolling to Gohan�s side as he fell into a deep
slumber.

By the time Gohan
opened his eyes, Piccolo was asleep, a look of satisfaction etched on his face.
Gohan felt the tears begin to stream down his face as
his heart broke and his Saiyan body attained
maturity, his wet face gleaming in the moonlight as the world around him slept.

Dende�s
eyes closed as he groaned passionately, impaling himself on Gohan�s
erection faster and harder with each passing moment. His hands explored the
muscular curves of his Saiyan lover, lightly
caressing the soft, pale skin beneath his emerald hands. Gohan
watched the guardian lose himself in the moment as his eyes adjusted to the
darkness, the other gleaming in the moonlight as pale blue mingled with dark
greens.

Shutting
his eyes as he realized he was close, Gohan cried out
when he came, watching the sensation push Dende over
the edge, spilling his green-tinted seed over Gohan�s
chest. Gohan hardly noticed as Dende
kissed him again, removing the erection from his rear as he wrapped the Saiyan in a tight embrace.

�Tell me
again that you don�t love me.�

Gohan
said nothing as Dende dozed off, an unsettling, cold
emptiness creeping into his heart as the wind danced over their bodies and the
moon shone down on the temple. Gohan spent a
sleepless night staring out the glassless windows of the marble bedroom,
thinking to himself that the moon seemed dimmer than he had remembered.

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Night had fallen on the coastal city, though the streets were clearly
illuminated by the light of fire and raw energy as two robed, pale androids
floated above the homes and buildings, smirking down at the destruction they
had wrought. The night was warm, and a slight breeze had blown in from the
South, bringing the cool air from the Nile to
fan the flames the androids had started.

Their mission had been to bring
peace to this city, though the people here had refused to submit. They had
fought tooth and claw, they had fled, they had done everything in their power
to stop them; and they had died trying. The city had been reduced to a ghost
town, every life having been eradicated as an affront to the Red Ribbon regime.

The city streets were quiet, the
only sounds reaching the androids� hearing being the tired calls of the gulls
and the crackle of the flames. The inky night sky was barely visible in the
firelight, the stars themselves hiding behind the mantle of darkness as only
the moon dared to show her face.

�Now this is peace��

The androids snickered to themselves
as they formed an impressively large ball of ki,
reducing the city to ashes and memories before landing in a crater near the
sea.

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�Vegeta, this is pointless!�

Vegeta
panted hard as the ki flickering around him died
down, bringing him to a halt in the sky above a large forest. The sky had grown
quite dark as the sun set, the brightly coloured
forest below them casting black shadows across the dusky horizon. They had been
tracking Gotenks around the Earth for hours, though
they simply could not seem to catch up with him. Every time they reached the
location they thought he should be, they found only the dull remnants of the
fusion�s energy.

What was
worse, they had flown over several cities while chasing the demented
combination of their sons, and at least a third of them had been burning, with
no villainous energies to be found. This indicated that the only possible reasons
for such turmoil were civil war or villains without energy signals... neither were particularly favourable.

Goku
quickly stopped beside the prince, panting as he rested briefly from their
hours of exertion. Gotenks was faster and stronger
than he really should have been, though Goku could
not feel him from this distance. He winced as he thought of Chichi having to
deal with whatever ailed her alone as he tried to prevent their son from
destroying something. Vegeta refused to tell him what
was wrong with her, merely grunting something about not understanding �weak
human anatomy�.

Vegeta
glowered at the larger Saiyan as he spoke.

�This is
absurd! The brats know we are chasing them, that is
the only reason they would continue this asinine chase. And you can�t use your damned instant
transmission because you can�t feel them! Urgh!�

Goku
grimaced as Vegeta once again made it clear how
difficult his new handicap was making things. He decided that there was nothing
to be done about it � there was no other option left.

�Vegeta? There is one thing we could do��

Vegeta
narrowed his eyes.

�You better
not be suggesting-�

�Come on!
You can sense energy, and I can use instant transmission! Besides, we don�t
know how Gotenks is going to react if we find him, we
might need all the power we can get! You yourself said he was much stronger
than he should be in his condition!�

Vegeta
made a disgusted face and spat at the ground.

�Absolutely NOT! Haven�t you figured it out, Kakarot, that
your damned fusion dance is the reason we�re in this mess to begin with?!
Besides, it�s degrading and revolting!�

Goku gave
Vegeta a pleading look and extended his hands, trying
to get the other to calm down.

�Vegeta, I know what you�re saying, but what other choice do
we have? We have to get him back now,
and all we�re doing right now is wasting energy.�

�I said
NO!�

Both Saiyans were silent for a moment until Vegeta
snapped his head to the North. Growling into the bitter winds, he turned back
to Goku.

�It�s
Piccolo. The brats are going after him.�

Goku
paled.

�Vegeta� please��

Huffing
loudly and closing his eyes, Vegeta was silent for a
few moments as he tried to come to a decision. He carefully weighed the options
as the bitter winds licked his exposed skin, and the darkness seemed to cool his
anger like a comforting blanket of security. He finally opened his eyes to look
at Goku with contempt.

�Fine.
Let�s get this fucking embarrassment over with.�

Goku
grinned as they got into position, preparing for the fusion dance.

�Thanks Vegeta.�

Vegeta
simply growled.

�I hate
you, Kakarot.�

An
embarrassing 15 seconds later, a bright flash of light illuminated the world.
The forest beneath them shone in their autumn hues of yellow, orange, and red
while the clouds above them swirled and billowed as they wisped in and out of
existence in the winds the energy surge created. Between the clouds and the
forest, a swirl of white and blue energy licked the muscular body of a Saiyan fusion, dancing over the white pants, billowing the
black vest and sash, and forcing through the black spikes of his hair.

Gogeta
turned his attention immediately to the North, frowning as he brought two
fingers to his forehead. Focusing on the dark energy signature of the Gyraida fusion, he wisped out of existence, mentally
preparing himself for battle.

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�Fire!�

A high pitched mechanical scream
split the night air above a large city in the orient, the glass of surrounding
skyscrapers shattering under the force of an explosion. Cheers of success
erupted from the humans gathered below as the blast consumed an emaciated, bald
female android, her burning, destroyed form falling through the sky to land in
the remains of a concrete building below her.

The attacks had been relentless,
though the army had finally found a tactic that worked, finally bringing that
evil, metallic, self-righteous bitch to the ground. Unfortunately, their cheers
of success turned to cries of terror as her nearly identical partner landed
amongst the soldiers, smashing the high-tech rocket launcher with his right
hand. Growling savagely, he began to pick the soldiers off one by one, their
screams echoing through the abandoned city before reaching the stars in the
sky.

�Fools! I�ll kill you all!�

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Piccolo
cursed the twilight has he flew over the mountainous region near Satan City.
His night vision was almost as accurate as his vision in the daylight, though
this dusky glow bouncing off the cloud cover, mixed with isolated showers and
bitter winds, made the search somewhat more difficult. Allowing himself a sigh
of relief as he finally found a large mountain valley sporting a small human village, his visage adopted a resolved demeanor as he
spotted the ruins of a church just across the river.

Landing in
the center of the ruined building, Piccolo made a mental note of his
surroundings, preparing for a possible threat. The wood had all but rotted
away, most of it broken and splintered, scattered across the grey stone
flooring. The double doors to the West were derelict and ajar, the cross that
had once adorned the East lying haphazardly on the ground. The roof was
completely gone, as was a very large portion of the northern wall. Piccolo
snorted as he noticed the vibrant stained-glass windows, hand painted and
depicting angels and saints that humans believed protected this world. They had
been difficult to see in the darkness; normally the moon would have lit them in
ghostly light, though the billowing storm clouds refused let the light shine
through.

Realizing
that there were no signs of life within the ruined building, Piccolo floated
into the air once more, seeking anything out of the ordinary. He narrowed his
gaze as his eyes fell on a small cloister to the East of the church, sporting
the form of a boy lying in the grass, surrounded by seven shiny round objects.
Noting the fact that the boy�s hair seemed to be made of mercury, Piccolo
decided he had found what he was looking for, and landed swiftly at the boy�s
feet.

Piccolo
merely glared down at the boy, who was looking at the sky instead of him. His
arms were resting half outstretched on the ground, and his silver irises flowed
calmly. After a moment, Android 10 spoke.

�I
recognize you from the data I collected from my brother. He holds your honor
and intelligence in high regard. It is a pleasure to meet you,
Piccolo.�

A small
shudder passed through Piccolo�s body as the android addressed him while
staring at the starless sky. Walking slowly around the boy, Piccolo stopped a
few meters from the other�s face, glaring down contemptuously. Whatever this
thing was, it certainly was not a direct threat to him. Piccolo decided to try
to pry some information out of the young android before allowing the situation
to play out further.

�Brother?�

Android
10�s smile widened.

�I was
referring to Android 17. He, Android 18, and Android 8 are the only siblings
that I have left.�

�What about
the androids attacking human cities? Those aren�t your siblings too?�

�I do not
consider them in such high regard. However, I�d rather not speak of them, if
you don�t mind.�

Piccolo
growled loudly and opened his mouth to speak before he was cut off by the
android, who continued.

�It�s a
beautiful evening. The moon is full, and the stars are so bright��

Piccolo
scowled.

�It�s
cloudy and cold, you can�t see the stars.�

Android 10
smiled and blinked.

�I can see
them. It�s cloudy here, but the stars shine brightly over Malaysia, the moon is
beaming down on the Philippines, and the mountains of New Zealand are just
glowing� but China� China�s
on fire��

Piccolo
snarled at the android, reaching down to grip one of his arms before hoisting
him roughly to his feet. The silver machines seemed to snap to attention and
began to orbit the two suspiciously, whirring and vibrating threateningly as
Piccolo dropped Android 10 onto his feet.

�Are you
completely insane, or just trying to annoy me?�

Android 10
continued to smile, but it was empty now as he focused his silver eyes on the Namek warrior. Piccolo growled before he continued.

�So you
don�t want to talk about the androids. Alright, then, let�s talk about you.�

Android 10
cocked an eyebrow.

�What about
me?�

�You ripped
some of the satellites out of space. Why?�

�They
weren�t cooperating; their obsolete software did not allow me to liberate them
from the governments that controlled them.�

Piccolo
snorted.

�And why
did you need to liberate them?�

Android
10�s smile melted into a blank expression as he turned his head back to the sky
behind Piccolo�s head, and the drones that floated in the sky around them began
to buzz. The most damaged drone began to spark violently, bobbing up and down
in the air.

�That�s the
least of your concerns, I think.�

Piccolo
followed the android�s gaze, focusing on an energy signal just over the horizon.
It was coming at them, fast, and it was the darkest, most sinister energy
signature Piccolo had ever felt. There was something familiar about it, though
he couldn�t quite place it-

�I thought
he was dead.�

Piccolo
rolled his eyes at the android.

�What are
you talking about?�

Android 10
tried to smile, failing miserably as his face fell into a grimace and his
drones appeared to become more agitated.

�You should
leave this place. Cell is coming for me.�

Piccolo�s eyes widened in confusion.

�That�s
impossible, I saw him die! Besides, that energy is much stronger than Cell was.�

Android 10 dropped
his grimace, adopting instead a look of sad acceptance.

�That
energy signature could only be produced by one thing, Piccolo.�

Piccolo
turned to Android 10 with suspicion in his eyes. The other was blinking and
clenching his fists, clearly conflicted and afraid as his drones zipped around
him, betraying his anxiety. Piccolo frowned as he realized that the boy really did think that Cell was flying in this
direction. The colour drained from his face as the
familiarity of the energy suddenly caused something in his mind to click, a
cruel realization that made him wish that the person approaching really had
been Cell. Turning back to the panicking Android, Piccolo grabbed the other by
the shoulders, speaking as quickly as he could manage.

�Why do you
think that�s Cell?�

Android 10
blinked, staring at a nonexistent spot in the sky, allowing the fear to flood his
face, his molten eyes flowing faster.

�Because
that power signature bears the mark of the Gyraida
Virus, and there is no other living creature on this planet that it could have
possibly infected.�

Piccolo
growled, shaking the android harshly.

�That is not Cell! That�s-�

Piccolo
snapped his head to the sky as the energy signal of another fusion materialized
close to Gotenks. Piccolo swore loudly as he realized
that the other fusion was Gogeta, and he was
preparing to power up.

Piccolo
released his grasp of Android 10, not noticing the boy fall to his knees, staring
at the sky where Gogeta and Gotenks
were facing off over the horizon. Increasing his own power, Piccolo floated
into the air above the cloister, growling down at the android savagely in an
attempt to get the other�s attention.

�Don�t even
think about leaving. I�ll be back for you.�

Android 10
didn�t even look at Piccolo as he responded to the stream of ki Piccolo left behind him. A sad smile returned to his
face as his drones buzzed in agitation.

�No� you
won�t.�

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A shining city lay besieged atop the
cliffs on which it had been built. Its inhabitants had fled hours before, and
the city itself looked as though it had seen better days. A pair of smirking
androids walked the streets, growling at anyone they saw, destroying buildings
that happened to be in their way. Finally reaching the garrison of the walled
city, they simply flew over the hastily constructed boundary, taking the
soldiers and leaders by surprise as they lowered themselves to the ground. They
were dressed like the officers of a long deceased army, tall and muscular,
though seemed to be suffering from necrosis, revealing the wiring and metal
beneath their stretched skin. The taller of the pair
spoke.

�Why do you hide behind these
pathetic walls? All you need to do is surrender to the Red Ribbon Army, and you
will know peace.�

A fat man in a business suit emerged
from the group, clearly the leader of the garrison.

�Peace? You come in here preaching
peace after destroying half the city without warning?! Are you insane?�

The android smirked wider.

�We could destroy the rest of it, if
you like��

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Gotenks
smirked to himself as he flew through the mountains, allowing the bitter wind
to whip through his hair, banishing the rainwater that had collected on his
body as he passed under one of the rainclouds. He was still naked, and quite
enjoyed the feeling of the cool water and the autumn winds dancing over his
body � the heat his body was emitting was incredible. His fever had only intensified
with his exertion, coating his body in a thin sheen of sweat that was nearly
invisible under the dark sky.

He laughed
cruelly as he imagined exactly what
he would do to the arrogant green abomination as soon as he got his hands on
him. He�d start with the antennae, twisting them and breaking them until they
came right off, watching the wretched alien writhe in pain. If only he could
lose those annoying insects that didn�t seem to give him 5 minutes of peace�

Gasping
with frustration and surprise, Gotenks came to a
screeching halt as a larger, more muscular fusion
appeared in front of him, glaring at him with black eyes. Gotenks
eyed the other with suspicion, realizing that the Saiyans
following him had decided to fuse in order to catch up with him. Somewhere in
the back of his mind, the word �father� seemed to surface, causing the smirk to
return to his face. Perhaps this would be fun after all.

�Hello, Dad.�

Gogeta
winced at the tone of Gotenks� compound voice. It
dripped sarcasm, malice, contempt, and cruelty the likes of which neither Saiyan had heard from either boy in the past. A shot of
surprise flashed through Gogeta�s mind as he realized
the other fusion was naked and reeking of arousal and Saiyan
hormones � as if the virus wasn�t enough, this creature was acting on the cruel
instincts of a forgotten warrior race. Gogeta glared
harder, crossing his arms over his chest.

�Gotenks, power down. You�re coming with us.�

Gotenks
laughed maliciously, placing his hands on his hips.

�Hrmm� sorry, but I don�t wanna.�

Gogeta
snarled as he began to increase his power level, verging on Super Saiyan.

�I�m not
kidding! Power down or we�ll shut you
down!�

�Oooh, I�m so scared!
Please don�t beat me, Daddy, I�ll be good!�

Gotenks
drew the right side of his face upwards in a wicked smirk, watching the rage
boil over in the other fusion.

�Hey, at
least now your sons are happy. They�re together, they don�t have to worry about
you, and now I�m in control� it�s a win-win for everyone.�

Gogeta
simply glared at the crazed fusion, trying to decide how to react to such a
statement. His musings were interrupted as they sensed an approaching power,
causing Gotenks to grin savagely.

�Hah. He�s
coming to me! Sweet.�

Piccolo�s
shining form shot into view, stopping meters from the two fusions. Surveying
the scene, he recoiled slightly at the image of Gotenks,
his skin snaked with the inky markings of the Gyraida
Virus, his eyes gleaming with a feral hunger for blood. Gogeta
turned to Piccolo, snapping irritably.

�Piccolo, get out of here!�

Piccolo
hesitated, making a serious mistake as Gotenks
snarled and smirked, creating a dark green ball of energy and hurling it at the
Namek warrior. Screaming in pain, Piccolo�s mangled,
broken form shot miles into the distance, landing somewhere in the mountains. Gogeta watched the Namek fall,
swearing loudly.

�Fuck! He
better be able to regenerate all that��

Turning his attention back to Gotenks, Gogeta cried out as he let golden ribbons of ki embrace his body, turning his hair blond and his eyes
green as he became a Super Saiyan. Gotenks
merely smirked at the avatar of destruction in front of him, raising his vile
energy past the point of Super Saiyan without
transforming. Without a word, the two entered fighting
stances before shooting at each other faster than the eye could see,
illuminating the night sky with the light of their clashing energies.

Gogeta
matched Gotenks blow for blow, blocking everything
the younger fusion threw at him as he analyzed the fevered fighting style. Gotenks was relentless, but acting savage and unrestrained
� he was putting far too much force into his attacks, leaving himself open and
easily lost control. In a moment of fury, Gotenks
formed two green ki balls, hurling them at Gogeta. Gogeta dodged the first
one, but failed to move quickly enough to block the second, taking it on the
right side of his chest. Blowing half of his vest clear off his body, Gogeta swore as the skin on his chest throbbed under the
heat and the impact of the blast.

Appearing
next to Gotenks, Gogeta
punched him hard on the jaw, causing Gotenks to snap
backwards into the air. Gogeta quickly followed his
punch with a savage kick to the younger fusion�s chest, knocking the wind from Gotenks� lungs. Using the instant transmission technique to
materialize behind the other fusion, Gogeta caught Gotenks in a brutal headlock, trying to choke him into
submission.

Gotenks
simply smirked and closed his eyes, willing his body to increase the release of
Saiyan pheromones as he waved his flame-shaped hair
in the older fusion�s face. Clearly affected by the waft of sexuality, power,
and sickness, Gotenks elbowed Gogeta
savagely in the gut before writhing out of the headlock and turning to the
other, grinning maliciously.

Dodging a ki blast, Gotenks maneuvered
himself through the other�s defenses to completely eradicate the distance
between them. Smirking victoriously, Gotenks punched
the other squarely in the jaw before biting down on the other�s neck, hard
enough to draw blood and rip a scream from the older fusion�s throat.

In that
moment, Gotenks let his guard down,
prompting Gogeta to fire a particularly potent ki attack at the younger fusion�s left shoulder. Howling
with rage and pain, Gotenks withdrew from the bite,
somersaulting in the air to kick Gogeta hard in the
face, sending him spiraling towards the Earth and separating into two battered Saiyans as they flickered in and out of consciousness.

Whimpering
with pain at his injured shoulder that was now bleeding profusely, Gotenks shot into the night sky, desperate to escape and
completely oblivious to what he had just done.

Vegeta
groaned as he stirred, the memories of their battle as Gogeta
flooding his senses. He felt battered, bruised, and� warm.

�Shit.�

Vegeta
quickly deducted by the thin sheen of sweat on his face and his weakened state
that Gotenks had somehow given them the virus during
the fight. A sharp twinge of pain in his neck reminded him of what had
happened, causing him to curse and touch the wound gingerly, hoping it wasn�t
infected.

A dull moan
behind him caught Vegeta�s attention.

�Mph� �Geta?�

Vegeta
rolled his eyes.

�I�m over
here, Kakarot.�

He heard
the larger Saiyan amble over to him, though could not
see him. They were no longer outdoors; Vegeta judged
by the echo of their voices that they were in a large, curved room, and the
only opening to the outside world was the open ceiling that had long since
rotted away. The room stank of dust and decay, clearly having been forgotten
for several decades. He also noticed that the room was flooded � cold ground
water had somehow seeped into the room, and was deep enough to reach his knees.

Sensing Goku trying to find him in the darkness, Vegeta sighed and produced a small energy ball,
illuminating the place. Looking around, Vegeta could
only surmise that it was some sort of control room, and it had been recently
flooded, judging by the water damage.

�I
recognize this place.�

Vegeta
turned to where Goku stood a few meters away,
surprised to see him deep in thought.

�This is
the old headquarters of the Red Ribbon Army. I can�t believe it�s still
standing��

Goku
grinned innocently.

�I wasn�t
exactly gentle the last time I was here.�

Vegeta
allowed his trademark smirk to cross his lips; he was always pleased to see Goku let his Saiyan side shine
through, even if it only happened occasionally. Goku�s
forehead furrowed in confusion as he inspected a large hole in the flooring
under the water � it seemed to be the source of the flooding, and those scorch
marks looked to be pretty recent.

�What is
it, Kakarot?�

Goku
frowned, crouching down to get a better look.

�This wasn�t
here before. I think someone blasted this, pretty recently too.�

Vegeta
rolled his eyes.

�Whatever.
We have more important things to deal with.�

Vegeta
winced as he gingerly touched the wound on his neck, feeling himself grow
warmer as his fever increased. Seeing the slightly glistening form of the other
Saiyan in the light of his ki,
he realized that Goku was experiencing similar
symptoms, though his wound seemed less nasty. Goku
squinted in concern, crossing the distance between them as Vegeta
glared.

�What are
you doing?�

�Your neck
is worse than mine.�

Goku
reached out to touch the wound, sending a shot of searing heat through Vegeta�s spine. He hissed, though he found that he quite
enjoyed the gentle touch of the other Saiyan. Goku dipped his hand into the water, washing away some of
the dried blood and tried to clean the wound gently. For all his power and
pride, Vegeta couldn�t stop himself from purring�

Oh. Shit.

Vegeta
snarled and pushed the other away, ignoring the hurt look in his eyes.

�Kakarot� it�s the virus��

Goku was
barely listening. The smell of blood and power were radiating from Vegeta as he stood in front of him, overwhelming him as the
other sweat in response to his rising body temperature. Vegeta
was not faring much better, panting as the room filled with the scent of his
rival.

�Do you
remember what that damned kai said? An �insatiable desire to fuse by any means necessary�?�

�Mmm hmm��

�Kakarot! He was talking about mating! That�s why the brat was
naked! That�s why-�

Vegeta
stopped cold as Goku moved closer, panting down on
his face and gazing at him through lidded eyes. Vegeta
swore loudly as he felt his blood rush to his nether regions, cursing the brats
for doing this to them. The smell had completely flooded his senses now, and
the image of Goku�s muscular form sweating in the
flickering light awoken something feral deep within him.

Growling, Vegeta replayed the words of that tub of lard kai in his head again as Goku
drew his panting mouth closer to his own.

�The virus intensifies your animal
instincts and completely does away with reason and conscience��

That
explained Gotenks� fighting style, his power, his
fury, along with why the brats had �fused� even though they knew they were
practically under house arrest; they were Saiyan,
after all.

And so were
Vegeta and Goku.

Goku
finally brought his lips down on Vegeta�s mouth, the Saiyan Prince cursing himself as a moan escaped his lips. Gods,
this man was an enigma. His skin was so soft, his actions so gentle and tender;
yet there was passion and desire in his soul, Vegeta
could taste it on his lips. As his tongue came to life, sparring with his
rival�s, he could feel the Saiyan and the Human
fighting inside the other for dominance, creating an entirely new creature
altogether. He couldn�t help but notice how beautiful it was�

Beautiful?
No, there was nothing beautiful about this.

�I hate you, Kakarot.�

Vegeta
whispered through the kiss, ignoring the other�s somewhat shocked reaction as
he tackled the younger Saiyan, smirking into the kiss
as he gave into his instincts and the pull of the Gyraida
Virus. Part of him knew that this would only create another fusion like Gotenks, but the issue seemed so far away�

The pair
fell as one into the shallow water that had flooded the room, the light of
their energy shining through the broken surface of the water. The clouds above
had begun to move faster as the northern winds blew harshly, causing ripples to
crash into the waves the Saiyans were making in the
water.

Vegeta
broke the kiss, straddling Goku�s thighs and
smirking. His eyes were dark and feral, a far cry from the calm, collected,
methodical Vegeta that Goku
thought he knew. In a fluid motion, Vegeta gripped
the orange and blue training suit Goku was wearing,
and ripped it to shreds, travelling from the base of his neck to his thighs,
smirking wider as each inch of the creamy skin was revealed to him. He wasted
no time undressing himself, simply blasting his clothes to nothing with a flare
of his ki. He bent down to kiss Goku
again, taking advantage of the other�s gentle nature to ensure control of his
warm mouth.

Goku
gasped as Vegeta ran his rough hands over his body,
squeezing and groping his bulging muscles, causing fantastic heat everywhere
his hands went. He felt himself buck under the prince as Vegeta
reached his nipples, squeezing and teasing seductively.

Goku felt
a sly grin grace his face as Vegeta dipped his
fingers into the water before plunging them into the larger Saiyan�s
entrance without warning. Goku nearly screamed,
squirming and writhing under the cruel finger-fuck treatment his prince was
giving him. As Vegeta pulled his fingers out, he
trapped Goku�s mouth in another kiss as they both
powered up to Super Saiyan, drawing each other�s
blood as they kissed harder with each passing moment. They began to roll
through the shallow water, destroying rubble and ruined furniture as their
powers rose, wrestling and writhing in pleasure and fevered delirium.

Their
bodies were quickly soaked in the crystal water of the underground lake, their
forms shining in the light of each other�s golden energy as Vegeta
grabbed Goku�s waist, hoisting them both roughly to
their feet before shoving him towards the nearest wall. Goku
had his back to the prince now, his hands firmly against the wall as he felt Vegeta�s form press against his muscular, soaked back. He
panted harder as Vegeta gripped his weeping length
from between his spread muscular legs, closing his eyes tight as Vegeta began to rub and caress it, paying special attention
to the head.

The
attention the prince paid to his cock had distracted him from the warm erection
poking against his entrance. With a snarl, Vegeta
thrust into Goku�s rear, smirking at the cry of pain,
surprise, and ecstasy as the older Saiyan plunged his entire length into Goku�s
rear.

Vegeta
had never fucked a Super Saiyan before. It was the
tightest, warmest, most incredible sensation he had ever experienced. Groaning
with pleasure, Vegeta pounded his rival as hard as he
could, his raising energy blowing the ruins apart. Walls around them crumbled
and fell, glass shattered, and a small tower attached to the room toppled to
the West. The wall Goku had been using to brace
himself had long since been blown to bits, forcing the Saiyan
to instead arch against the other, gripping him from behind as his rear was
pounded into oblivion.

Both Saiyans growled as they came closer to release, their
bodies rubbing against each other slick with water, sweat, and blood from their
mouths and their wounds. They collapsed to their knees in the water, entering
an awkward kiss as they moaned in satisfaction. They began to glow red and
blue, shining brighter than before, barely noticing the flames of ki licking their passionate forms, ushering them closer and
closer together until�

Vegeta
roared and Goku cried out as they came in unison,
turning what little remained of the ruined control room into a battered mess of
rubble and dust. They glowed white, forming a single
blob, slowly becoming one entity under the pull of the Gyraida
virus.

Suddenly,
the powerful energies of the fusion began to raise and fall violently,
shattering the foundation of the ruins and sending water flying into the air
around them. Goku�s power level dropped to almost
nothing, sending the fusion energy plummeting to the point of collapse. Vegeta was the first to be expelled from the ball of
energy, flying across what remained of the room and into a ruined courtyard
outside the building. Goku was dispelled shortly
after, shooting across the flooded flooring before grinding to a halt near the
hole that Android 17 had blasted a few days ago.

Vegeta
lost consciousness as the enormity of what was happening and the Gyraida Virus forced him into fevered sleep. Goku, however, was wide awake, his mind screaming with fear
and his body trembling with weakness as a sharp realization crossed his mind.

The fusion
failed because his power abruptly dropped. Chichi�s sickness was making him
weaker. He couldn�t feel Chichi either, anymore�

�Chichi��

The world
faded to black as consciousness left Goku�s body,
sending him into the same fevered state as the prince several meters away. High
above them, the clouds parted for an instant, revealing the perfect silver orb
of the full moon and the starry cloak of the night sky. Gazing down on the
world, the moon bathed the two in milky light, enjoying the silence that
followed two rivals making love under the clouds.

--End of Day Four--

Author�s Note: I�ll try to make the next few
entries a little less� cheap� not to mention shorter and they should be up
faster. I had to rewrite this chapter like 5 times, and I�m still not happy
with it but I just had to upload something or I would have eventually just
dropped it >.>.
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