Dragonball Extreme

Gokou stood up and faced Piccolo. \"Gohan\'s not here, Piccolo. What do you want with him?\"
\"I want him to die!\" Piccolo shrieked.

Vegeta looked Piccolo up and down. He snickered a little. \"So, our little problem you ladies are having a conniption over is a problem for our namek friend as well.\"

Gokou looked at Vegeta. \"What are you talking about?\"

\"Don\'t be so dense, Kakarott,\" Vegeta replied. \"Gohan was out sparring with Piccolo when we went into season. Obviously it affected him the same way it affected us.\"

ChiChi suddenly stared up at Vegeta, shocked. \"You mean Gohan...\"

\"Spent the night fucking Piccolo,\" Vegeta finished for her.

ChiChi shook a little. She stared at Vegeta, then at the bruised and battered Piccolo standing in the doorway. Her lip trembled and she wrapped her arms around herself. \"This is too much. It was bad enough having my family gone, but to know that they\'re all out looking for sex without caring who they\'re with...\" She wept bitterly.

Gokou walked over to her and picked her up. He stood her next to the table and folded his arms around her. \"ChiChi I hate seeing you like this. We\'ll work this out somehow; until that time though, please try to be patient with us. I don\'t like this any more than you do.\" He held her close to him and rested her head on his chest.

As ChiChi relaxed against him, Gokou felt a sudden stirring in his chest. An all too familiar wave of heat passed over him, and his heart began to beat faster. He looked down at ChiChi.

ChiChi heard Gokou\'s heart accelerate. \"Gokou, what\'s wrong?\" she asked. She looked up to see him staring down at her with a glint in his eye that looked almost like hunger.

Gokou pulled her clothes away from her body, lifted her skirt and tried to get her clothes off of her. He tore her clothes down the back and took them off of her.

\"Gokou, stop!\" ChiChi cried.

Gokou started to remove his own clothes. \"Gokou, no!\" ChiChi cried. \"Not here, not like this!\" She struggled to get out of his arms. \"Please, Gokou, no!\"

Gokou acted like he didn\'t even hear her. He kissed her face and neck eagerly and pulled her tightly against his body. He was sweating profusely and his breathing was getting heavy. \"ChiChi, ChiChi,\" he whispered hoarsely.

\"Gokou, please, don\'t!\" ChiChi cried. A tear slid down her face. \"I\'m really not ready; I don\'t want sex right now.\"

Gokou didn\'t release his grip. His eyes were glazed and had an animal-like glare in them. ChiChi cried out with a gasp of pain as Gokou squeezed her in a crushing grip.

Vegeta leaped across the room and landed a solid punch on Gokou\'s face. Gokou\'s grip relaxed and ChiChi stumbled away from him. Gokou stood dazed for a minute, and the animal-like look in his eyes faded. He stared at ChiChi for a moment, then looked shamefully at the ground. \"I\'m sorry, ChiChi,\" he said. \"I...I don\'t know what I was doing.\"

\"You lost the control you had over your instincts,\" Vegeta said. \"You haven\'t had as much practice in restraint as I have.\"

\"I...I was...\" Gokou b.
.

\"You were going to force yourself on ChiChi,\" Vegeta said. \"If I hadn\'t smacked you back into your senses, ChiChi would have come out of it looking like Piccolo, and hurting a lot more.\"

Gokou sank to the ground, trembling. \"No,\" he gasped. \"This can\'t be happening. I can\'t hurt ChiChi.\" He was sweating harder and his breath was getting heavier and quicker. \"I have to stop this, Vegeta. Tell me how!\"

\"All you can do right now is stay where you are and wait it out,\" Vegeta said.

\"Stay here...\" Gokou sighed. \"It\'s too hot in here to stay...\" he finished peeling his clothes off.

\"Gokou, what are you doing?\" ChiChi asked. She was gathering her own clothes up. \"Put your clothes back on!\"

Gokou just sighed and leaned against the wall, letting himself sweat.

In the doorway, Piccolo was muttering angrily to himself. \"Look,\" he snapped. \"I don\'t have time for your problems. Just hand over Gohan so I can leave.\"

\"I will find him for you,\" Vegeta said. \"I know he hasn\'t gone far. I\'ll tell you right now, though, that it won\'t do any good to get revenge; he probably doesn\'t even remember most of it.\"

Gohan appeared in the hall. \"I do remember, somewhat,\" he said, \"but it seems like some kind of bad dream.\"



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Gohan paused and wiped the sweat off of his brow. \"Whew,\" he said. \"What a workout. I\'m drenched.\"

Piccolo stopped and caught his breath as well. \"It\'s unusually hot today...that doesn\'t help.\"

Gohan watched Piccolo toss aside his weighted turban and wipe his brow. He felt a lump of desire building in his chest. \"Mmmm...hot is right...\" he muttered to himself. He suddenly wanted Piccolo more than anything in the world. Even Gohan couldn\'t understand what was happening to himself, but he knew that he had to have his way, and now.

Piccolo barely heard what Gohan had said. \"Hm?\" he asked. He glanced over his shoulder, but didn\'t see Gohan. \"What was that, Gohan? Did you say something?\"

Gohan was in the process of stripping off his clothes. He tossed them in a heap on the ground and headed for Piccolo.

Piccolo sensed Gohan\'s movements and looked behind him. He wondered why Gohan hadn\'t answered his question. \"Gohan?\" Gohan was nowhere to be seen. Piccolo carefully scanned the area around him. \"What is that kid up to?\" he wondered.

Suddenly, Piccolo felt a muscular hand on his shoulder. \"Hi, Piccolo!\" Gohan said cheerfully. He grabbed Piccolo\'s shirt and ran with it, ripping itm thm the rest of Piccolo\'s clothes. \"Bye, Piccolo!\"

Piccolo looked at his bare arms. \"What the hell?!\" He turned in the direction Gohan had disappeared. \"What the fuck are you doing, Gohan?\" he shouted.

\"Fuck is right,\" Gohan said, appearing again behind Piccolo. He wrapped his arms around Piccolo\'s waist and undid the sash holding up Piccolo\'s pants. He tossed it aside and let the pants fall around Piccolo\'s ankles.

\"Gohan, you\'re crazy!\" Piccolo cried. He twisted out of Gohan\'s grip, but Gohan caught his arm and pulled him around again.

\"Not crazy,\" Gohan said. \"Just madly in love.\" He kissed Piccolo deeply and began to run his hands over Piccolo\'s body.

Piccolo fought away from Gohan, but Gohan pursued him. He tackled Piccolo and pinned him down on the ground. \"Come on, Piccolo,\" Gohan said. \"Just relax and enjoy it.\"

Piccolo snarled and tried to wrestle himself away. He succeeded in getting himself a black eye and landing on his stomach, allowing Gohan to climb onto his back. \"Shit!\" he snarled. \"Gohan, get the hell off of me so I can beat some sense back into you.\"

Gohan\'s heart was beating wildly; he ran his hands over Piccolo\'s back and between his legs. He stopped for a moment, surprised. \"So,\" he said, \"it is true what Dende said all those years ago; nameks aren\'t one gender or the other. That\'s just what I was hoping for.\" He pulled Piccolo up close and carefully thrust himself into Piccolo\'s body.

Piccolo roared in pain. \"Get off of me, now!\" he screamed.

Gohan paid no attention. He was breathing hard, and continued to thrust against Piccolo. Sweat ran down his face and dripped onto the back of Piccolo\'s neck. Piccolo was struggling underneath him, trying desperately to escape, which only increased Gohan\'s excitement.

Gohan sat up a little and pulled Piccolo up with him, hugging him tightly against his chest. Piccolo saw it as a chance to get away and dove forward with all his strength. He pulled away from Gohan, but Gohan reacted just as quickly; he threw his leg out and tripped Piccolo. Piccolo landed hard, hitting his head against the ground. As he lay there unconscious, Gohan took the opportunity to get back on top of him and finish what he\'d started.

\"Oh, Piccolo,\" he moaned quietly as he finished. He tumbled to the ground, exhausted, and slept.

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Gohan surveyed the room. His father was still sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall, letting himself sweat. Vegeta was sweating as well, but exhibited a bit more control as he stood in the middle of the room, trying to keep things from getting out of hand. Trunks lay in the far corner, moaning and fanning himself with a thin book. Goten and Bra were wrapped around each other once again, to the dismay of Bulma and ChiChi.

The phone rang, breaking the tension a little. Bulma picked it up. \"Hello?\" She listened for a moment. \"Yes, he\'s here, but...\" She never finished the sentence. \"Ok. Ok, thanks for letting me know.\" She hung up the phone. \"That was Videl, Gohan. She and Pan are back from their trip.\"

\"Man,\" Gohan cried. He smacked his forehead. \"As if I didn\'t have enough problems. I\'d better get home right away.\"

\"You don\'t need to,\" Bulma said. She was strangely calm. \"She said Pan\'s already on her way over, and that she\'ll be on her way as soon as she\'s finished unpacking.\"

\"Oh, no!\" Gohan groaned. \"I don\'t want my little girl in the middle of this!\"

Just then, there was a quick knock on the door. Pan, wearing only short shorts and a bikini top, leaned into the room. \"Hi!\" she called cheerfully.