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Dragonball: Unforgotten
Chapter fifty-five

Your bed became a cocoon as you curled into yourself. You weren’t crying exactly but you also weren’t sure you could summon the energy to stop if you sat up. It felt like you were going to break into hundreds of pieces if you moved. That’s how shattered your life had become as you said goodbye to Goku.

The pure light streamed through your window in an absolutely annoying way. With how much has happened it felt like the sun should already be setting. Unfortunately that wasn’t the case. The sun was at its peak in the sky as midday finally kicked off.

You rolled over onto your other side so that you could face away from the window. When you did you only had a few more moments until Gohan popped into the picture. He looked completely roughed up still. Your stomach clenched with guilt at the site of him. One of his arms were still popped out of place, hanging uselessly at his side. The shoulder joint looked positively grotesque. And that wasn’t even half of it. His clothes where in tatters revealing more flesh than they covered. Which meant that you could see the rapid onset of bruises. Each one you spotted making the guilt rise in your system.

“Gohan…” you breathed out in worry.

He smiled briefly, the look more a pain filled grimace than a smile. “Hey. Think you can help reset my arm?”

“I would,” you said weakly. “But I have no idea how to. You should go to the hospital.”

“If I go they’ll call mom. And then she’ll ask a lot of questions about what happened.”

Even tightly clenched as it was you felt that in your stomach. Oh. Definitely not a good thing then. But not wanting her to poke around your life while Gohan was standing in front of you as beat up as he was felt wrong. You slowly sat up from your bed and offered him a pathetic smile in an attempt to be comforting.

“You should still go to the hospital. Your health is more important.”

“I don’t want to go to a hospital. Besides, I’ve studied how to relocate my shoulder. This isn’t the first time it’s happened to me you know. I can walk you through how to do it. Please?”

You stood up with a fragile expression on your face. You listened to Gohan’s explanation word for word as he guided you through what do do. The sickening crunch like souls that came as a result of slipping everything back into joint was definitely going on your nightmare list. But Gohan suffered through it in relative silence. Which only reminded you of how he screamed at the tournament when he’d been stabbed and nearly sucked dry of energy. If he could go through you popping his shoulder back into place without a word, how painful must it have been to make him scream like that?

As you moved slightly away from the makeshift sling, your fingers ghosted of the massive bruising that had formed at the connection point. Knowing that it was your fault you couldn’t help but feel an excess rush of guilt and shame. Even after everything that had happened, how strong you had become, you had needed Gohan’s help to stop you from doing something really bad. Because when it came to Goku it didn’t matter how much training you had. His will was your weakness. If it hadn’t been for the fact that he’d become incorporeal, you weren’t even sure that your refusal would have held up. Especially if he had kept holding you as he had.

“Gohan, I’m so sorry. I wouldn’t have signaled if...I just never thought Goku would hurt you like this…”

“It was a surprise for me too,” Gohan responded as he kept his seat on your bed. “Even when we trained together he was never that ruthless. The only time I’ve ever seen him that mad was back on Namek with Frieza. But it was different this time too.”

“He was jealous,” you whispered, confirming Gohan’s hypothesis.

You sat beside your friend as you held your hands in your lap. After a moment of staring at your imperfect nails and the like you leaned back on the bed. Your skin still felt hot and you wanted there to be as much space for body heat to escape as possible.

“Yeah,” Gohan quietly agreed as he looked at you from the corner of his eye, blushing slightly. “You didn’t tell me everything.”

“How could I? I didn’t...I don’t want to ruin your family. You and your brother are too awesome to do that to.”

“What about my mom?”

You winced as you curled towards your side away from him. “I have complicated feelings about her. But no, she doesn’t deserve it either.”

Slowly Gohan leaned back on your bed until he was laying down. His legs hung over the side, feet just touching the ground. You could feel him behind you without really trying. And it was as comforting as it was embarrassing. It didn’t feel right to tell him to leave just because of a stupid biological cycle but at the same time you really felt awkward. He was hurt, you were hurting in a different way, but still you wanted to curl up with him. Even after everything that had happened. Which only made you feel more like a slut to be honest.

Gohan let out a deep breath. “So you were married to my dad?”

You nodded despite the fact that he couldn’t see you as you responded. “We had a sort of hand binding ceremony on the lookout. Kami was the one to marry us and Mr. Popo witnessed it. I tried to explain to him that we weren’t...that he was legally married to your mom. But I don’t think that really mattered to him, especially since he just remembered everything and didn’t have time to process it.”

Gohan didn’t say anything for a while as he soaked that in. Everything you were saying was filled with such rare emotion that he believed it.

“Why did he remember? I thought you said you didn’t want him to?”

You curled in a little bit tighter as you remembered the chain of events. A blush rapidly took over your face as you thought about what happened. Thankfully Gohan couldn’t see the blush but based on your behavior he could guess that’s exactly what you were doing.

“He surprised me, I didn’t mean to.”

“What happened? When I got here he was…” Gohan tried to bring himself to say what he saw as he looked at the back of your head from the corner of his eye. “Dad already remember you and he seemed determined to...to have you.”

“I was asleep when he got here. I don’t know why he was here,” you admitted. “Maybe it was because Goten was here. And he probably thought it was okay to climb into bed beside him. Cause you know, that’s his son and all. I don’t know. I’m guessing it started out fine and that wouldn’t have been a problem. But I bet as my scent started to change as we were asleep instinct started to kick in. I woke up already being held. And when I saw that it was Goku, his name just kind of slipped out in surprise. I didn’t mean to Gohan. I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, relax, it’s not all your fault. Dad is to blame here too,” Gohan tried to comfort you but stopped with a heavy wince when he realized he’d been about to grab your hand with his injured one. “But it’s not like you meant to do anything wrong. You even tried to stop...Dad was the one who kept pushing it. I saw that.”

Yeah, see, that’s what the most embarrassing thing to you was. The fact that he saw how determined Goku had been. You still had a hard time wrapping your head around how he was so okay being that...lustful in front of his children. It seemed baffling to you. Even though the dry humping had felt really...really good…

You buried your chin towards your chest as you tried to flush out some of those thoughts. They weren’t helping with anything. And if history was any kind of teacher you had three days of self torture and denial to go through.

“I don’t understand something though,” Gohan said as he shifted towards his uninjured side towards you.

If he wanted to, Gohan could have scooted forwards and pressed his chest to your back. He’d actually contemplated it for a second just to see how it would have felt but he stopped himself. After everything that had just happened that didn’t seem like a good idea. At least not entirely. Plus he was cogent enough to realize that he was starting to understand the answer to the question he hadn’t voiced.

“Why did it all happen? I know that you’re…”

He couldn’t bring himself to say it. His eyes kept looking towards your tail every time it shifted. And he kind of wanted to let the appendage. But somehow he couldn’t bring himself to muster the courage to say “in heat”. So you did it for him. You turned over onto your other side so you could see him.

“Yeah, I’m in heat. And I guess I put out a scent he really, really likes when that happens. To the point where he can be asleep and things...happen,” you responded, looking into his eyes for the briefest moment before starting to turn onto your back.

“Oh,” Gohan breathed out as he tried not to focus on that exact same scent. He’d been wondering if that had been his imagination or not. But judging by your answer it wasn’t. He was suddenly very glad that he didn’t have a sense of smell nearly as sensitive as his father’s or Vegeta’s. “What’s it like...being in heat?”

You stared up at the ceiling as you counted to ten. And then down again. You also started to think of things from school and from upcoming movies. Anything to distract yourself from the thoughts that wanted to turn you into a monster.

“I’m warm and my skin feels really sensitive, like all the time. Right now clothes suck but it’s not like I’m completely mindless. Just because I really want to pull them off doesn’t mean I will,” you tried to explain. “It’s the thoughts that are worse. I can’t stop thinking about sex, or how much I want it. And the more I do the...tighter...my stomach feels. Kind of like a hunger pain without the actual pain part. Touching feels really good but it always makes me want more. It reminds me that there is more. And I really, really want that ‘more’. Which only starts the cycle over again. It’s like needing to pee but having no urine.”

You tried to put everything you felt into words without saying everything. You didn’t tell him how you could feel yourself clenching, dilating below, because he was there. You didn’t explain that him just being there was making it harder to focus. Or anything like that. He was curious and if you were in his position you probably would have been too. But that didn’t mean you wanted to completely embarrass him either. The moment you said any of the omitted truth you felt like you’d ruin something. Not to mention it was embarrassing to admit.

“Is that how my dad felt?”

“...I don’t know, I’m not a guy,” you murmured as you turned away from him again, trying to hide as it were. “I know that the scent I put off when I’m like this is something he really likes. It...does stuff inside to guys I guess and then…even Vegeta picked up on it do I know it’s not just Goku.”

“Saiyans,” Gohan corrected you.

“What?”

“The scent does stuff to saiyans, not just guys. Humans can’t pick up on all the pheromones directly. At least according to everything I’ve read.”

“...can you?” You asked timidly.

He was quiet for a long time. Or at least it felt that way. But when he started to shift and sit up with a large blush on his face, you grabbed his good arm.

“Gohan, that’s not fair, I’m answering all your embarrassing questions. I just want to know for the future in case something happens. It’s not like there is a lot of information out there that I can read. I can’t just go to the library and—“

“Yes,” Gohan admitted quietly, his face practically scarlet.

“Oh,” you breathed out as you looked at him. You kept your hand where it was at because you saw the urge to run when you saw it. “Is it...bad?”

Gohan shook his head as he felt like his ears were going to burn off. And maybe like you were going to leave a burn mark where you were touching.

“No, it’s like how you described the temperature. It’s...like...there, and I think maybe there are some thoughts. But it’s not bad. I bet since I’m only half Saiyan I don’t feel it as strongly. My sense of smell has never been as good as my dad’s.”

You slowly released your hold on his arm and smiled. “Okay.”

Gohan stood up sort of awkwardly. And exhaustion set in as he tried to stand up. Especially with the quick way that he did do with his arm still healing. One minute he was fine and the next he was dizzy. You helped him regain his balance before making him sit down.

“Look, you need to rest. You’re in no condition to transmit or fly yourself home.”

“But mom expects us to be home for lunch. And I left Goten with Bulma.”

“You helped me with your father. Let me help you while you recover. Okay?”

Though the way you asked it felt like it left no room for him to argue with you.

“Yes ma’am,” came his conditioned response.
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