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Soldier Boy	By : Robyn Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6894 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don’t own DB/Z/GT or any of the characters found in this fic. They are the property of TOEI ANIMATION in Japan and FUNimation in the U.S.A. I make no money from this. I am making no money from this work of fanfiction.

Chapter List
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Disclaimer: I don’t own DB/Z/GT or any of the characters found in this fic. They are the property of TOEI ANIMATION in Japan and FUNimation in the U.S.A.

Title: Soldier Boy (abridged) – In place of DBGT

Chapter word count: 5487

Type: Yaoi (aka slash), mentions of het

Warnings: M/M (sex, oral, kissing), incest, language, domestic violence, tails, blood, violent sex. (It’s taken me over a year to write this. I’m certain I’m forgetting some warnings. I apologize.) OCs.

Genre: Drama

Pairings: Goku/OCs, Goku/Gohan, Gohan/Goku

Past pairings: Vegeta/Goku, Gohan/OC’s

History pairings: Vegeta/Bulma, Goku/Chichi, Gohan/Videl

Rating: NC-17, not suited for minors

Beta: Thank you, Iuvenes!

Chapter Summary:~o0o~ Not everyone on Vengeance had been able to attend the evaluation in person.

Chapter 5

Ahuacoti’s scouter’s annoying, nonstop beep woke him. He could have sworn he’d just closed his eyes after the disappointing ending to the evaluation – stupid blackout video feed. For all he knew someone’s head got ripped off and he had missed it!

He grumbled and picked the scouter off his nightstand and put it on in order to read what the fuck the message was. A moment later he sprung out of bed in order to hastily find his gear and get dressed.

Intruders? On this ship? Well, he wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to see some sort of action.

~o0o~ Gohan is lost, and not exactly making new friends.

As angry as he was, it was difficult for Gohan to acknowledge his current situation to himself. It wasn’t until he’d roughed up the third group of security detail who tried to question his business on the ship when he finally admitted it to himself.

He was lost.

Gohan’s shoulders dropped as he sighed, resolving to go back and apologize to the last group he’d beat up in hopes they could direct him to his room. The first group he’d ran into had only been using the excuse to question his intentions to get their hands on him. That had been creepy and repulsive. It was questionable what second group’s intentions had been, but the third had certainly been responding to an alarm. Only problem was – he couldn’t quite remember what direction the third group was in any longer.

He eyed the identical chrome gray hallways with black flooring, in hopes of a clue. The saiyan markings over every tunnel made little sense to him at the moment – the font style made them difficult to read. And even if he could read them, he hadn’t really been paying attention to where he was going when he’d followed Tarble to his room earlier. If Tarble hadn’t taken his capsulized scouter on the way to the evaluation, then finding his bearings would have been so much easier.

Something collided with Gohan as he turned to survey his surroundings one more time.

“Oi! Sorry! Supposed to report for – hey…you’re him,” the big saiyan who was picking himself off the floor said.

“Him?” Gohan inquired while getting ready in case he had to deal with this saiyan, too.

“Yeah – the guy who just had his evaluation…Gohan? Right?” Ahuacoti was glad to see the challenger hadn’t lost his head after all – that would have been a waste of a good saiyan. Ahuacoti was surprised the guy hadn’t found the time to change his clothes after the fight – walking around nearly naked like that could invite unwanted attention. Or all the right kind of attention – Ahuacoti surmised it depended on the results you were hoping for in doing so.

Gohan relaxed marginally, thankful this guy didn’t seem to want to pick a fight or molest him. “Yeah. Would you be able to help me? I think I’m lost.”

That explained the lack of clean, whole clothes. “Sorry, I’ve got to report – there are intruders on the ship. Good fight, by the way. I’d ask how it ended, but I have to go. The video feed cut out before we could see the end.”

“Intruders? Maybe I can help?” Gohan asked. If he couldn’t find his way back to his room he might as well be helpful otherwise.

“Really?” Ahuacoti wasn’t opposed to having this guy along – anyone that spiked the ki bar like this guy had on the video feed would be an asset in a fight – as long as he didn’t blow a hole through the ship. “Sure, follow me!”

As Gohan followed the strange saiyan he got the funny feeling he’d been there before, and he was certain it wasn’t deja` vu. They were met along the route by a few other groups of saiyans – all converging on the last group of saiyans Gohan had dispatched. Quite a few of them eyeing Gohan – or more accurately his lack of clothing – and then a buddy as if to say ‘what’s up with that?’

As the group came around the corner and then to a stop, Gohan was able to hear someone speak, “No, it was only one guy. He was small…and running around half naked. I swear it!” Gohan could catch glimpses of the guy speaking through changing gaps between the taller men in front of him. The guy was talking around a piece of cloth he had pressed against his bloody lower lip.

“Have there been any more reports of trouble? That would help us figure out what direction the intruder went.” Gohan couldn’t see the saiyan who had asked this question.

“Just the two groups that were attacked before us – nothing since,” a saiyan sitting on the floor said. He was holding a frozen first aid pack to the side of head.

“That guy!” The bodies in front of Gohan shifted into two groups until the demi found dozens of gazes suddenly pinned to him as the saiyan with the bloody lower lip pointed at him accusingly.

“Ah hahahahahah – yeah.” Gohan held up his hands. “Sorry, misunderstanding…”

“You’re under arrest.” Gohan wasn’t certain, but it seemed the highest ranked saiyan in this group was a sergeant. He snorted at the ki cuffs the guy popped out of a capsule – like those were going to hold him – they would fracture the instant they tried to close down his ki.

“What are you doing?” The saiyan that had let Gohan tag along asked. Gohan hadn’t had a chance to learn his name yet.

“Arresting the intruder!” the sergeant said, as though it weren’t obvious.

“He’s not an intruder! Kakarott brought him aboard. He’s the guy that had his evaluation today,” Ahuacoit insisted.

Gohan found everyone staring at him again, silently, most of their gazes finally establishing recognition. Then one by one there were a couple of snickers from the group, a couple of embarrassed coughs and then most of them suddenly burst into energetic laughter.

“Rolloy, you’re lucky your head is attached to your neck!” The sergeant put the cuffs away and smacked the guy with the bloody lip on the back.

“How was I supposed to know? I was on duty!” the saiyan with the bloodied lip complained.

“Come on guys, let’s get the other two groups and see if anyone else needs medical attention.” The sergeant clicked his scouter on. “Cancel the alert. It was a misunderstanding. Not a miscreant and not an intruder.”

“Hey, Sergeant? Mind if those of us that weren’t on duty go back to off time?” the saiyan Gohan had followed asked.

“Sure. See yeah around.”

A bunch of saiyans broke away from the group that was headed down the hallway, and all sort of clustered around Gohan and his new acquaintance. “You guys want to get something to drink?” Ahuacoti asked.

~o0o~ Goku and Tarble make it back to Gohan’s.

“This is it.” Tarble opened the door to Gohan’s room and walked in.

Which made Goku uncomfortable. Why would Tarble have that sort of access to his son’s room? And in theory his room? The train of thought was cut short, as he realized no one besides the two of them were in the room. “Where’s Gohan?” His son had been holding his ki low enough Goku couldn’t instantly transmit to it, but he’d had every expectation Gohan would be here – angry but here.

“I don’t know,” Tarble replied, disappointed as well. Of course, when next he had the chance to speak to Gohan he didn’t really want Kakarott around to witness his proposal.

Goku followed Tarble down the staircase, taking in his surroundings. It certainly wasn’t as plush as Vegeta’s rooms – or his own on this ship – but it wasn’t horrible either. Some of Gohan’s belongings were strung out on the bed. “Was that how it was when you left?”

Tarble tried not to blush as Kakarott’s question brought up memories of what he’d been thinking the last time he was in this room. “Yeah.”

Goku decided to sit in the living room rather than on the bed while he waited for Gohan to return. Tarble followed him and sat in another of the Earth-style recliners. The silence grew uncomfortable for Goku. “So – um – how ya been?”

Tarble smiled weakly. “Besides today? Pretty good.”

“Sorry, I’m really worried about Gohan,” Goku tried to explain his sad attempt at conversation.

Tarble nodded. “Maybe we should go look for him?” he suggested.

Goku frowned. “But what if he shows up while we aren’t here?”

“That’s a good point.” Tarble smiled as he thought of a good chance to get to speak with Gohan without his father around. “How about you stay here and wait and I’ll go look for him? You have a scouter with you? I can contact you when I find him.”

Goku shook his head. “I didn’t take it out of the ship,” he hadn’t been expecting to stay aboard long – and if there were a emergency, Gandlan could contact them through Gohan’s scouter. Speaking of which – where was Gohan’s scouter?

“Ah – well, I’ll contact you via the monitor then?” Tarble said, indicating the video panel set into the wall, forgetting at the moment that he was in possession of Gohan’s scouter.

“Sure, that’s a great idea!” Goku agreed.

“Okay – I’ll let you know if I find anything!” Tarble said as he climbed the stairs.

Goku relaxed into the recliner as Vegeta’s brother left the apartment.

~o0o~ The group of saiyans with Gohan were in route to find a place to get a drink.

“Any chance you can help me find my room before you go to the bar? I’d like to get changed,” Gohan told his new acquaintance.

Despite some snickers Ahuacoti didn’t skip a beat. “Not going anywhere fancy. What ya got on will do.”

“I didn’t really have plans to drink,” Gohan tried to get out of the impromptu engagement.

“Come on! Have a celebratory drink with us. You put on quite a show!” Ahuacoti cajoled. “Not everyday someone gets in the arena with the prince and doesn’t end up in the tanks. Besides, it’ll give you the chance to tell us how it went.”

When several of the saiyans around them gave voice in agreement Gohan gave in. “Okay – one drink.” He thought he could moderate the story so he didn’t have to get into complicated details.

~o0o~ While Gohan continued to move with his new group of ‘friends’, Goku remained at the room.

Being sedentary in the recliner hadn’t suited Goku’s current emotional situation, so the first time Tarble called into the room found Goku pacing the floors. He hurried to the power button and clicked the screen to life. “Hello?” he asked. The screen was black with data streaming by in green and purple. He’d have to change the settings – the running data that large bugged his eyes.

Tarble resisted the urge to shake his head as he got audio but not visual contact – Kakarott was usually more comfortable with technology.   The younger prince thought that maybe his worry over his son was the cause for this set back. “Hi, Kakarott. Nothing yet, although there was one alert that was cancelled. Something about an intruder. I’m checking up on that lead.”

“Oh. Okay. Had a thought while waiting for you,” Goku spoke overly loud. “Maybe you should check to see if there were any unscheduled take-offs? And that the ship we arrived in is still in bay J?” In a lot of ways it was really annoying to Goku to not have his old room – he had his computers and data screens already set up just the way he liked them. He could have already looked up the information he was asking Tarble for. This apartment, although nice, was severely lacking in technology. “Also, if the ship is still there, will you grab my scouter?”

“Sure, Kakarott. I’ll let you know what I find out.” It wasn’t until then that Tarble realized he still had Gohan’s capsulized scouter – but he was closer to the bay than to Gohan’s rooms. He made the decision he would hand both scouters over at the same time.

“Thanks!”

~o0o~ While Tarble made his way to bay J to check on any unscheduled take offs, the group Gohan was with finally made it to a place they could get a drink.

The door to the bar slid open and Ahuacoti ushered Gohan in ahead of him. The walk down the hallway with the ten or so other saiyans who had decided to tag along had begun as friendly, but soon it was fairly clear more than one was taking an interest in his new friend. So far as Ahuacoti was concerned, they’d have to wait their turn in trying to get Gohan alone. “Have a seat,” he smacked the barstool next to the one he was taking. It left Gohan open on one side, but at least no one could take a seat opposite him and via directly for Gohan’s attention.

Gohan stepped up to the stool and decided to hop up rather than climb – the things in this bar certainly weren’t ergonomically correct for him. “So, I’m embarrassed to say, I still don’t know your name.” The lighting at the bar was decent but further away from the bar things became shaded. It was difficult to pick out anyone’s features except for size.

“Ah – the price of fame,” Ahuacoti grinned down at Gohan before he leered at the rest of the group. He heard slight grousing about his choice of seating arrangements as the rest of the saiyans who had joined them picked their places at booths and tables further away. “Name’s Ahuacoti.” He decided to not state his not so impressive rank – lieutenant jr. At least he wasn’t an ensign any more.

“Good to meet you Ahuacoti.” Gohan nodded his head politely to the older saiyan.

“Barkeep! Drink for my friend, Gohan. One for me as well.”

“Ah – not necessary. I’ll just take a water…”

“Nonsense! Evaluation like that, you get a real saiyan’s drink.” Ahuacoti made sure his voice carried to the rest of the bar and those folks that were paying more attention to the clean up detail of the arena rather than the fact the main participant was actually in the same room with them.

“O-kay.” Gohan wasn’t certain what to expect. He wasn’t a big drinker. He’d left Earth before he’d been of legal age to drink and few alien liquors appealed to him. He blinked at the size tankard set down in front of Ahuacoti. “Do you have anything…” one the exact same size was set down in front of him. He couldn’t see around it.

“Drink up man! Then tell us how it went.” Ahuacoti set an example, taking several swigs before he had to pause for a breath.

“Do you have a straw? Uh – a tube or something I can use to suck the liquid out,” Gohan peered around the tankard and asked the barkeep, and then explained when the word ‘straw’ caused the saiyan to look at him in confusion. He was afraid if he picked it up and tilted it towards his face he’d be wearing most of it. Which might not be a bad idea, then he wouldn’t be consuming it. There were several snickers at his request. He grinned over his shoulder. “Sorry, not the same size as you folks.”

“Mistook you for a kid when I first saw you on the screen,” someone from another area of the bar shouted.

“Definitely not a kid!” One of the saiyans from the group who had come in with him answered back. There was a chorus of agreement from the bar at large.

“Certainly young, though.” One of the other patrons came up to the bar and sat at the corner seat around from Gohan. There was a pillar that prevented him from getting closer and it was obvious someone already had decided they had dibs, so he hadn’t felt the need to press issues by standing next to the young saiyan. “Makes me wonder where Kakarott found you.” His statement was aimed to get the saiyan sitting next to Gohan to think about the consequences of getting involved. Maybe he’d care or maybe he wouldn’t, that Kakarott had first dibs, no matter what.

It wasn’t until the mention of age that Gohan took a good look around him. Most of those he could see were older than his father. Some of them might even be older than Vegeta, but it was more difficult to be certain of. “Um…Kakarott didn’t find me.” Gohan tried to think on his feet as the barkeep finally found a piece of tubing that could be used as a straw. “Tarble did.” There was another round of understanding sounds from the group at large. The younger prince had found quite a few of them.

“So, how did it come to be you met Kakarott?” The same guy at the corner of the bar asked.

“Uh – my first assignment after graduating from the Academy…” Gohan wasn’t certain what the noises that interrupted him were meant to indicate.

“The Academy? You actually went through that? Why didn’t you just come to Vegeta’s ship? You wouldn’t have had to go through all that Alliance predisposition bullshit,” someone from the back said.

Gohan shrugged. “Seemed like the thing to do.”

“Masochist.” Someone coughed not so quietly and there were several laughs in agreement.

“You gonna to let him finish?” Ahuacoti asked. Several throats cleared before he turned his attention back to Gohan. “You were saying….”

“My first assignment after graduation was aboard the Gandlan. That’s where we met.” Gohan hoped the crowd would be happy enough with his answer.

“Instant attraction?” The guy at the corner asked.

“Yeah – I guess.” Even Gohan could hear the uncertainty in his answer. He wasn’t certain about anything any more.

“Hnn. Kakarott’s probably just been looking for someone who could stand up to his ex-boyfriend…”

“I don’t know about that. He ever tell you he’d been in a relationship with Prince Vegeta?” someone from across the bar asked.

Gohan snarled. “No.”

Several scouters in the room beeped as Gohan’s ki shot up and Ahuacoti patted Gohan’s knee. “Easy there.” He was happy to see the younger saiyan didn’t brush off his touch. That could be a good sign.

“Look, can we not talk about this?” Why everyone wanted to know his history eluded him.

Ahuacoti leaned over and whispered. “There’s probably a lot of folks in here wondering if they have a chance with ya.”

Gohan blinked. “Yeah?” The crowd seemed to have backed off since his snarl.

“Just trying to figure out if you’re available or not,” Ahuacoti nodded as he backed off.

“Oh…” that was an eye opener and ego booster for Gohan. Unfortunately, even he wasn’t certain if he were ‘available’ – and if he were, if he even wanted to be in another relationship.

“Sure – good looking saiyan like yourself,” Ahaucoti leaned over once again in order to give his statement a little more intimacy, although he didn’t lower his voice any. “Some say the more powerful take oorazu form less – keeps their looks pretty.” There could be a lot of interesting ways to get around the size differential. Ahuacoti wasn’t averse to trying a few out – if Gohan wasn’t attached to Kakarott anymore.

“Yeah, and some say it’s an indication of tuffle ancestry,” the saiyan at the corner said, just to be contrary.

The bar suddenly grew really quiet. Gohan took another sip from the tube-straw as he wondered at the sudden stillness in the room. He had to use two hands in order to grab his drink from the counter as Ahuacoti stood and stretched out over the bar to deck the antagonist between the eyes.

There were a few comments from the bar at large along the lines of ‘had that coming’ and ‘should have kept his mouth shut’ as the saiyan hit the floor – his drink spilling over him – while Ahuacoti sat back on his barstool. “Shouldn’t allow insults like that, Gohan,” he said as he wiped his hand off on his uniform.

“Ah hahahahaha – if I beat up everyone who insulted me I wouldn’t have graduated as a Lieutenant Jr.,” Gohan said, just to cover up the fact he hadn’t realized he had been insulted.

Ahuacoti snorted – he was the same rank, but it seemed to him that Gohan should have been promoted much higher given his power level. “Lieutenant Jr.? Is that all?” There were several other shocked responses to his statement from other people in the bar. “You won’t be that rank long on this ship.” Still – equal rank right now made the idea of being with Gohan much easier to contemplate.

“Ah – well, I was planning on finishing my tour on the Gandlan, after I got my tail back,” Gohan claimed.

“You’d really go back?” someone who hadn’t spoken before asked.

“How’d you lose your tail?” someone else inquired.

“Oh – um…my mentor removed it when I was very young,” Gohan said, and then in order to stop any questions about his history he continued. “Kakarott wants me to get it back – that’s actually why I’m here.”

“Not for the evaluation?” someone asked.

Gohan shrugged. “I didn’t give a rat’s ass about that, but Vegeta was being insistent….” And now Gohan knew why.

Ahuacoti settled one elbow against the bar and leaned his cheek against his hand. “Damn – to be powerful enough not to care. I wonder what that’s like.”

Gohan took one more sip from his drink before pushing the still more than half-full tankard away from him. He really wished he’d insisted on the water – he was dehydrated and the alcohol wasn’t helping. “Power or not, that’s some strong shit.” There were several snickers, but no one wanted to insult this guy – at least not to his face.

“Guess that’s my cue to show you the way to your room?” Ahuacoti asked. He downed the rest of what was in his tankard at Gohan’s nod. “Right this way, Sir.”

A slightly tipsy Gohan snickered as he followed Ahuacoti out the automatic doors. “You flatter.”

Ahuacoti couldn’t help but smile. “I aim to please.”

~o0o~ Many saiyans in the bar started chattering about the new saiyan as soon as Gohan left. The video feed of the clean up detail on the vid-screens was no longer of interest to them.

Vegeta snarled at the amount of time it took most of the saiyans to leave the arena and the medical crews to carry out those who weren’t able to make it on their own. He did have a slight moment to regret the amount of shielders who were comatose. They would be difficult to replace if they didn’t recover. People were always more difficult to replace than parts of the ship.

Finally, when he was certain everyone was out of the arena he sealed the doors shut. It took him a bit more precious time to get back to his rooms.   He sat at his desk and punched in codes. A case of capsules detached from its shelf in the wall and Vegeta picked out the previous revision of the evaluation/sparring arena before he pressed the case back into the wall. He typed a couple more codes into his desk console and waited a moment as the damaged arena – now capsulized – made it through the vacuum tubes to his desk. He replaced it with the one from the wall and sent it on its way to open in its designated area.

He sighed as he stared at the damaged one he held in his hand before setting it down momentarily in order to type in new codes. He clicked the capsule into the shoot before he pressed the button that would send it on its merry way through the portal to Earth.

The thought of Bulma’s reaction did make him smile. He was looking forward to explaining what happened ‘this time.’

~o0o~ Gohan followed his new acquaintance back to his room.

Gohan giggled at something Ahaucoti said as they turned yet another corner. “Ah – here it is,” the larger saiyan said as he stopped a ways from the front of a door that looked like so many others to Gohan.

“Oh – so soon?” Gohan asked. There was an awkward moment when Gohan had to step around the bigger saiyan so he was close enough to the sensors to get the door to slide open. “Do you want to come in?” he asked. It was the least he could offer to the saiyan who had led him down two levels and across half the ship, pointing out and explaining symbols along the way. He’d also learned the textbooks he’d studied of the saiyan written language were only about seventy-five percent accurate.

Goku stopped pacing as he heard the door slide open, hoping Tarble had some news of Gohan, and had brought back his scouter – too caught up in his worry to read the ki of who was actually at the door.

“You’re sure?” Ahuacoti asked. After having gotten to know the youngster a bit better he was reasonably certain he shouldn’t take the invitation as anything longer than an extended visit, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t make it more – given the slightest chance.

“Sure.” Gohan grabbed Ahuacoti’s hand and dragged him in.

“Gohan –” the surprise in Goku’s voice stopped Gohan in his tracks.

Ahuacoti immediately disengaged their hands as Kakarott’s gaze fell upon them. “Maybe I –” he didn’t get a chance to finish.

“You should go,” Gohan said quietly as his gaze locked with that of his father’s.

“Yeah.” That was the last thing Gohan heard of his new acquaintance. The door sliding closed after he left made it so he couldn’t hear the big breath released in relief and then the pounding of boots as Ahuacoti ran as fast as he could down the corridor.

The silence that enveloped the two Sons once they were alone was eerie.

“Who was that?” Goku’s barely contained accusation was ominous.

Gohan’s nostrils flared as he scented the fear Ahuacoti left in his wake. His anger returned and made him wonder what right his father thought he had to ask him questions. “None of your business.” He moved down the steps quickly as Goku moved to make his way up them. “Leave him alone,” he hissed as he shoved his way past Goku and continued down them.

“I’ll ask you one more time – who was that?” Goku growled as he watched Gohan’s back. When he didn’t receive an answer he snarled, “Then I’ll just find out for myself.”

“Someone willing to help me find my way back to this room,” Gohan said grudgingly as he began stuffing his few belongings into his duffle bag.

Gohan’s actions made Goku turn back from venturing after the interloper. “He wanted more than that,” Goku hissed as he stopped Gohan in the middle of his packing, forcefully placing a hand over the one which was trying to stuff a gi top into the contraption. “You’re lying,” Goku said with conviction – trying to catch his son’s gaze.

“I’m not lying.” Gohan jerked his hand loose – his father no longer had liberties to put hands on him any more. “I’m just not telling you everything,” he snarled as he finally met his father’s eyes. “Sound familiar?” he accused.

“Gohan – I’m sorry…” Goku was cut short by Gohan’s outburst.

“Sorry?” Gohan growled. “Sorry about which part? That I found out? Fat lot of fucking good sorry does now.” He attempted to start packing again after his short rant.

“Are you going to listen to me?” Goku jerked the bag out of his son’s hands and tossed it somewhere over his shoulder.

“Why should I? So you can tell me more lies? Or not tell me?” Gohan tried to push past Goku to get to the bag.

Goku shoved him back. “Don’t do this.”

“Let me go!” Gohan tried to jerk his arm out of his father’s bruising grip. When that didn’t work he slapped him.

Goku’s grip loosened in pure shock when his son’s hand connected with his cheek. It hadn’t hurt – physically – but the indication…Gohan was willing to come to blows over this?

“I’m leaving,” Gohan said as he was left unmolested long enough to retrieve his bag and put the last article of his clothing into it. He yelped as his hair was gripped and then his whole body was jerked back.

“You will not!” Goku ground out in Gohan’s ear, even as he despaired about how things could deteriorate so quickly. He hugged Gohan’s struggling torso to him. “Is this all it took to tear us apart? This one misunderstanding?” he whispered in the language he’d learned on Earth as child, before the fight left him. He wanted to hang on so tightly, but if Gohan really didn’t want to be there, then what was the point? He’d always had nagging doubts about how long their unconventional relationship could last. Now he knew….

Gohan stepped away when he sensed his father’s grip on him loosen. He made it to the bottom step before he stopped – his father’s final questions stalling him. He didn’t want it to end, but…but he couldn’t let this situation go unanswered. Couldn’t let Goku believe he could ‘overlook’ something as obviously emotionally volatile as this and there not be consequences.

Goku looked up from the spot on the carpet he was staring at as he heard the duffle bag hit the floor. At first he didn’t react as Gohan turned and challenged him. Part of him believed he deserved this, and he was willing to let Gohan dish it out. It only took two shoves before his back hit and crushed a dent in the wall before he finally brought his hands up to defend the ship from further damage. His body might be able to handle going through the sheetrock and metal walls, but if Gohan sent him through an outside wall, then the whole ship would be subjected to the vacuum of space.

Things came to a sudden stillness as Gohan rested his forehead against Goku’s chest, breathing heavily with barely contained emotion and unwanted arousal – his body still reacting to the stimulus of his lover so near. Goku brought his arms down to hug Gohan to him, only to have them slapped away, one of them crunching through the material of the damaged wall. “Don’t touch me,” the demi growled. “I haven’t forgiven you. You have no right to touch me,” he whispered pathetically instantly after. His anger had cut through the slight alcohol haze, but now rage was clouding his judgment.

“Gohan…” Goku’s words were cut short as Gohan crushed their mouths together. He stopped struggling almost as quickly as he’d reacted, letting Gohan guide him by the grip his son had in his hair and the body pressing against his. When Gohan finally drew their mouths apart Goku whispered, “What can I do?” The saiyan hadn’t realized he’d could cause this much hurt just by not telling someone something. He gasped as his shirt was ripped apart.

Even if Gohan thought his father no longer had the privilege of touching him, that didn’t mean Gohan didn’t have a double standards at the moment. “Take your god damned pants off,” Gohan growled. He intended to show Goku just how much pain he felt at the moment.

“My pants?” Goku asked and then grunted as Gohan wedged a leg between his. “Okay,” he whispered, untying the belt in order to let them drop. Apparently not fast enough as Gohan tore those off as well before shredding what remained of his own clothing. Goku’s tail got caught between his back and the wall as Gohan lifted his legs from the floor, placing one over his hip and hooking an arm around the other, causing his breath and strength to disappear. Despite having the wind knocked out of him, Goku found enough air to cry out when Gohan bit the skin just over his heart before thrusting his cock into him.

It didn’t make him feel any better – his father’s pain-filled cry. Gohan felt no satisfaction as he thrust up again; justifying his brutal actions as retribution was ridiculous. And yet a part of him insisted he had the right to show how hurt he was – again and again. He knew the warm liquid he felt trickling down his legs wasn’t lubricant – he tasted the same coppery liquid on his lips. “Oh god…” he stalled – he wasn’t going to get off doing this, and it was too late to take events back.

“Don’t stop,” Goku whispered against Gohan’s ear as he felt Gohan begin to pull away.

“You can’t want this…” Gohan resisted the idea. His words were cut short by a gentle kiss he had no way of expecting.

“Don’t stop,” Goku repeated as he pulled his now bloody lips away, resting his forehead against Gohan’s. He took the chance and brought one of his hands to one of Gohan’s shoulders, soothing it down his back. His other hand came down when Gohan didn’t slap the first away. He cried out again as Gohan thrust into him again. “Yessssss” he hissed.

Gohan let Goku’s leg loose as his father’s gentle kiss resumed. He used both hands to grip Goku’s ass as his father’s legs hooked around his waist. His anger and despair transmuted to desire with the aid of his lover’s coaxing. A tiny part of Gohan said he was still hurting Goku – the rest of him was reacting to his father’s submissive, eager behavior. He wasn’t expecting to, but when Goku said, “I love you,” he couldn’t hold back any longer – the gamut of emotion was too much.

Goku hissed as his legs were slowly unwound from Gohan’s hips and he had to take his own weight as Gohan slid to his knees. The temptation to force his cock down Gohan’s throat was vengeful and Goku resisted. Instead he let Gohan have a moment to catch his breath before he picked him up from the floor and carried him to the bed. “I’m going to fuck you now,” he whispered in Gohan’s ear. His son’s dilated gaze met his for a moment before Gohan closed his eyes and nodded he understood.

Goku settled between Gohan’s legs as his lover spread them of his own accord, and then the saiyan guided his cock to its rightful place.

~o0o~

Tarble was disappointed Gohan had left the bar he’d finally traced the clues to. The saiyans in the bar said he’d left some time before with a Lieutenant Jr. Apparently Gohan wasn’t as concerned about rank as others Tarble knew. With the power he had, Gohan could – and did – demand the attention of princes.

He made is way back to Gohan’s room, hoping maybe Goku had heard something and just hadn’t found a way to contact him without the aid of the capsulized scouter he now carried back from Kakarott’s space cruiser. Of course – it was very strange that Goku hadn’t answered any of the calls he’d sent to Gohan’s room over the last hour.

The odor of someone’s mortal fear lingered in the hallway causing Tarble’s nostrils to flare as he neared the room. It wasn’t Gohan’s, but it still concerned the younger prince. His pace quickened the last few steps to Gohan’s door, which slid open at his approach – someone had yet to set the privacy codes….

Again his nostrils flared as more scents overwhelmed them – anger, blood, arousal, sex….

The damaged wall immediately visible down the stairs was smeared with blood – tail-sized lash marks streaked over the surface.

His attention turned towards the bedroom area as he heard grunting and moaning. He felt his eyes widen, permanently burning what they saw into his memory, even as the rest of him stood stalk still as a mixture of horror and denial and disbelief vied to take chief emotion.

Blood streaked Kakarott’s buttocks and legs – and tail – accentuating every muscles’ movement beneath the skin as they surged in primal rhythm. Gohan’s willing body stretched out beneath the saiyan in undeniable ecstasy.

“That’s it, Gohan – cum for me again.”

~o0o~
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