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Dragonball: Unforgotten
Chapter Fifty

“Your wife?!” Gohan asked, almost stuttering.

You could see his wife eyes as he looked to you. Your face was already contorted in a mixture of pleasure, shame, and embarrassment. So his searching expression really added nothing to your own visibly. The guilt that clenched inside of your stomach, however, felt so real that you should have been able to each in and rip it out. You hadn’t wanted Gohan to find out this way...you hadn’t wanted him to find out at all.

“Before your mom,” you muttered out to him, visually pleading with him to understand.

Goku caught on to the fact that you were looking at Gohan. Jealousy welled up in his chest. Not that he knew exactly what that emotion was as he’d only felt it maybe twice before and it had never been given a name. He did know that he didn’t like the sensation. And he knew that it made him want to hurt his own son; which he figured was not a good thing.

Instead of lashing out at Gohan, Goku channeled that feeling into doing something about it. He held himself up with the arm away from Gohan, lowered his legs into a push up position, rocked into you in such a way that he knew would make you groan, and tilted your head back towards him in the resulting pleasure. As he stared down at your flushed face, the saiyan male smiled. His lips found yours as though they were magnetically drawn to yours. Chaste was his first kiss. And then it got harder, hotter as he kissed you again and again in front of his son. As though he knew that would prove a point. All the while he kept rocking into you, making you quiver and gasp into him needily.

Your hands gripped his back, pressing into his spine as they urged him on. Goku grinned as he gently pulled back from your lips. He was winning; he had your attention now -not Gohan. Your hands went as low as the could reach, trying to pull him into you. Goku had no problem with that. It’s what he’d been planning on, what he’d been wanting, since the start.

He didn’t even register the feeling of something popping behind him as he went to take off his pants with one hand. Nor did he notice that Gohan closed in the moment he wasn’t actually touching you.

Suddenly he was yanked off. He felt himself spiral through a familiar black space. Bright lights gleaming off of ice and snow greeted him on his way out. It took him less than a few seconds to realize that Gohan was the one responsible for instant transmitting them both to the Arctic or Antarctic.

“Gohan,” Goku said as he turned around to look at his progeny. “What did you just do?!”

“I took us somewhere so that you can cool it,” Gohan responded back in a serious tone. “What were you thinking back there?!”

“I was going to have sex with my wife!” Goku ground out, raising into the air so that his bare feet weren’t in the cold snow.

“She’s not your wife,” Gohan tried to reason. “You married mom!”

For some reason that first statement made Goku feel violently angry. He crossed his arms over his chest, resisting the urge to lash out at his son. Gohan probably hadn’t meant it the way that Goku’s testosterone filled mind took the statement, and some part of Goku knew that, but he didn’t really care at that point. To him, it felt like Gohan was denying his claim because he wanted to claim it for himself.

With every frigid breath he took, Goku’s power level rose. He wasn’t even consciously aware of the territorial display that he was putting on. Gohan, however, seemed acutely aware of it. He’d read about such a display in many different animal books. Though it didn’t click in to place until his father’s hair started to flicker upwards with light. And considering the fact that he never thought humans (or in this case saiyans) did such a thing, it seemed unreal. But the display of power in front of him was unmistakably either a challenge or a response to one.

“Dad, I don’t want to fight you!” Gohan called out.

“Good,” Goku said with a very serious expression. “You would lose.”

Instincts long since buried under books rose to the surface as Gohan felt the urge to put that statement to the test. He’d been much stronger than his father when he was a child. And while it was true that he’d lost a lot of that power in his inactivity, Gohan still couldn’t help but want to test that out. But instead he tried to push back that urge. It wasn’t right - the whole thing wasn’t right. He didn’t want to fight his dad!...at least not all of him did.

Then his eyes caught something. A golden tail was flickering agitatedly behind Goku.

“Dad, your tail is back!”

“Don’t change the subject Gohan. Why did you stop me?”

“Because she didn’t want you,” Gohan explained.

Violence was starting to seem like the right answer to Goku at that moment. Lots and lots of violence. Gohan claimed that you didn’t want him? Why? Because he thought that you wanted him (Gohan) instead? Goku had a lot of issues with that. He didn’t like sharing. Not when he just found out that he’d been forced to forget you for eighteen years. And that you had intended that he never remember you at all.

Ice finally cracked underneath them both from the waves of power that Goku was putting off. Neither of them paid much attention to what was happening below, though they probably should have.

“She told you no, dad. And you didn’t listen. Or she wouldn’t have sent out a distress signal asking for help,” Gohan tried to get through to the logical, reasonable side of his father instead of the posturing one in front of him.

“She was fine,” Goku said through clenched teeth. “I was there.”

“That was the problem!” Gohan exclaimed. “She didn’t want you there. So she called me.”

That was Goku’s snapping point. Gohan hurdled through the sky after his father’s fist made contact with his jaw. He had less than a second to dodge a follow up. Gohan flipped on his super Saiyan status just in time to block the next assault.

“She’s my wife! Not yours,” Goku reiterated with clench fists.

“You’re married to mom!” Gohan tried to get it through his skull. “You can’t have two wives.”

Goku’s expression was stern as he stared at Gohan. He knew that his son had never lied to him. He also knew that he was more educated than him. But at that moment, Goku couldn’t really give a fuck. Because it sounded like said son was trying to say that you couldn’t stay with him, that you couldn't have a family with him, that you couldn’t play or train with him, or anything like that because of Chichi.

It was true that Goku had lived with Chichi for years (sorta) and that they were legally married with two children, but Goku did not see that as a reason why you couldn’t come to the mountain and stay with him in his grandpa’s old house. He was out there most nights anyways because Chichi didn’t like it when he held her all night. And if he came home too late she had all the windows and doors shut so he couldn’t even get into the new house. You’d never done that to him. Even when you were staying in a motel in the city, you’d always left a way for him to get in to bed. And you’d never kicked him out of bed for wanting to hold you. Not even after he took your virginity like he had with Chichi. You laid with him all night, taking comfort from him whereas Chichi had told him to get out the moment he went to touch her. Granted he realized now that he had hurt Chichi a lot since he didn’t know what to do in order not to...but that wasn’t his fault. He couldn’t remember your explanation at the time and Chichi had never told him anything. She just wanted him to give her a baby; he’d done that each time he had sex with her, just like she wanted. Though that second time he didn’t know that it resulted in Goten until he met him at the tournament but that was beside the point.

“She’s mine,” Goku claimed again, feeling like he shouldn’t have to at this point.

“You’re only saying that because she’s in some kind of heat dad,” Gohan felt at his wits ends as anger rose inside of him as well. Goku noticed the shift in his son and he really didn’t like it. “She’s your friend. Like Bulma; you just don’t remember it. I know it doesn’t make sense but—“

“I remember everything Gohan. How we met, the search for the dragonballs, and how Kami married us on the lookout,” Goku explained as his eyes narrowed, remembering exactly why it was he could now remember.

You had called out for Gohan. You thought Gohan had been in your bed. That you had been okay with him holding you, taking in the heat of your body and your comforting scent. Which, as the morning came, had gotten stronger with the sweet-spice he now remembered loving. And he now knew why he loved it so much. Gohan...you had been ready for Gohan…

Poor Gohan hadn’t been ready for the assault that his father started when those thoughts sank in. Even his attempts at backing down to keep the peace didn’t work. His heart hammered in his chest as the need to stay alive started to sing in his veins...
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