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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: 4995

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~ Vegeta’s conversation with Bulma happened earlier than the prince had expected.

Chapter 6

Vegeta thought it was weird to talk through a crystal ball. Vegeta liked technology – explainable by science. Not the woman’s ‘it kind of works off the same principle as radio waves. The crystal reacts to similar energies’ rationalization. That didn’t explain how she’d managed to get in touch with him so many times when he wasn’t focusing on the ball of crystal.

The one time he said he didn’t believe in magic, Bulma had mentioned the dragonballs – her comment had squashed his argument. Even if he didn’t want to be honest with anyone else she could see right through him. He did believe in some of it. Other bits took more getting used to. He’d come a long way, seeing how he’d grown used to using the portal which really had no explanation other than Mr. Popo and Dende’s magic, he surmised he would eventually have to admit he’d adjusted to this communication device as well.

“I won’t go into detail about what I was thinking as I stood in what remained of the newest revised arena, but it included samurai swords and certain extremities. What the fuck happened?” Bulma’s face looked strange in the ball, the reflection curved and bizarre – her hair a blue halo rather than defined strands – it hurt his eyes sometimes. “And don’t tell me you and Goku were fighting at level three. I already told you I couldn’t build something to withstand that…”

“We usually spar,” Vegeta corrected, “And initially it wasn’t Kakarott,” the saiyan couldn’t help but smirk when he caught his wife off guard. He liked stringing her along.

“What?” Bulma’s image asked. “You’re telling me you found another…”

“It was Gohan,” Vegeta answered and then fell silent, letting the information sink in. It was interesting to watch Bulma’s features as she digested this new bit of information. Then….

“Why didn’t you tell me he graduated, you asshole!?” Bulma’s voice almost – almost – hit the screeching level. The genius wondered if Chichi knew – and then if Gohan’s mother didn’t know, how was she going to explain that she knew? Gohan still had a couple more years left in the academy as far as any of those left on Earth knew. She hoped her husband hadn’t dragged the young man away from his goal, but if Vegeta had, then it meant they were closer to their goal.

“I didn’t find out about it until a few hours ago.” Vegeta glared into the crystal ball as he informed his wife.

“Oh stop. How was I supposed to know? You’re always keeping secrets…” Bulma’s demeanor changed as she realized she wasn’t the only one to have been kept in the dark about this subject.

Vegeta interrupted, “Hn…because you can’t be trusted to keep your mouth shut.”

“Whatever…we have this little project going on and I haven’t told anyone,” Bulma pointed out.

“That didn’t already know,” Vegeta finished Bulma’s statement. There were only a few on Earth who knew what was going on – and even then, they didn’t know everything. Not even Bulma – although she did know more than any other than himself. He had a plan – he was going to get the saiyans back to Earth. They had to trust him – even if it looked as though he’d reverted or changed course. His methods were not going to be orthodox or well received by all – mass kidnapping, assassinations and brainwashing – just to name a few. They couldn’t afford the time it would take to do things via methods Kakarott would approve of.

Vegeta had already figured out that once the ice-jin were taken care of the Alliance would seek to destroy the next strongest threat they could think of. Therefore it had to look as though there was nothing left of the saiyan race to go after. All records of Tarble’s findings had been wiped from the alien equivalent of the internet – especially his little jaunt to Earth. As for those fools who had followed his brother – he really hadn’t had anything to do with the ice-jin empire finding them and treating them like traitors. The outcome was convenient, but not his hand. He had destroyed the ice-jin and their ships responsible. Vegeta knew he couldn’t chance that they had mentioned anything about Earth.

One thing still puzzled him – the Kais had not gotten involved yet. He was very leery of this unusual behavior. They were nosey busybodies who wanted to be included and consulted about everything - particularly if it had to do with Earth. Funny that….

“Fine,” Bulma didn’t really agree, but she relented. “So you and Gohan destroyed the latest revision of the arena. Where was Goku?”

“Kakarott was watching. It was Gohan’s evaluation.”

“pft…you didn’t really make Gohan go through that medieval test…”

“I didn’t have a choice. If I started playing favorites – particularly towards Kakarott’s supposed new lover - people would start asking questions.”

There was a tiny sputtering from Bulma’s image. “Kakarott’s what?”

“New Lover…”

“You’re saying that in order to cover up Gohan’s real ancestry Goku and he are acting as though they’re lovers?”

“Hnnn, yes.”

“Pervert!”

“It wasn’t my idea. I like it, but not mine to claim this time.” Vegeta sighed with mock sadness.

“One of them thought of it?” Bulma was flabbergasted.

“I guess so.” Although, even as he said it, Vegeta thought the idea was a bit too devious for either of them.

“Years ago my guess would have been that it was Gohan…Goku used to be so innocent…”

“You just didn’t know him that well. All I had to do was suggest things and Kakarott was progressing onto the next step on his own.” The prince paused momentarily before he asked, “So, you think Gohan has more knowledge than his father?”

“On this subject? I don’t know – it’s not something I’ve actually contemplated…wait – if you’re thinking what I think you’re thinking; come on now, Gohan’s kind of young….”

“In his prime if you ask me.” As much as Vegeta enjoyed Kakarott’s company he wouldn’t mind tasting a younger vintage.

“I swear! You saiyans and your ego-sized midlife crises!”

Vegeta looked up as his door began sliding open – there were very few people who had access to his rooms without his approval – and not all of them knew how he kept in contact with Earth. “Someone’s here. Got to go.” He gave the best explanation he could before he threw an opaque, black cloth over the communication device on his desk.

A shadow preceded the person who was supposed to be entering his room, but the door stayed open and the figure didn’t move for quite some time. It wasn’t until Vegeta was finally curious enough to get out of his chair when his brother stepped through. Walked past him and sat in a comfortable chair, all the while a look Vegeta had only seen on his brother’s face once – the day Tarble had heard the planet belonging to Guru’s people had been destroyed.

“Tarble?” Vegeta had explained that day that it had been a set up. All her people had been moved to New Namek. There were a few saiyans who, through various accidents or natural abilities, were also soothsayers in the prince’s employ and he had taken the precautions necessary when more than one of them had said the ice-jin would seek to destroy the planet. Tarble had been both grateful and angry. Grateful Vegeta had done something – angry his older brother hadn’t let him in on the operation.

~o0o~ Bulma is not happy with the conversation ending when it did.

Bulma huffed as her crystal went dark when Vegeta terminated his connection. He’d told her before that the reason he threw a cloth over it was because he didn’t want curious questions about the ‘decoration’. She knew better. She knew it was because she could connect any time she focused hard enough – and she’d learned some rather interesting things because of it.

For instance, it was how she’d learned Vegeta was bedding Goku. It had been a shock at first – not what she’d been expecting to see (to this day she couldn’t remember what she’d been trying so hard to contact Vegeta for) – she wasn’t certain what she had been expecting, but it hadn’t been that. Even as a tiny part of her had clamored she should be extremely upset her husband was fornicating with her best friend, the rest of her was gleefully watching as though it were her personal porn – Vegeta as the star of course.

Sadly not even the ‘special’ properties Baba had insisted the set of crystals had – it was actually three spheres formed from a single original crystal; one for Bulma, one in the portal and one for Vegeta’s use – would allow Bulma to see through the cloth.

She sighed and looked away from the clear sphere, out the window to where the uncapsuled damaged arena set on the lawn of contracted Capsule Corporation property, and grinned to herself. She hadn’t revised it to withstand two saiyans going full out at level three, but it had saved the ship from three of them. That wasn’t bad work, even if she had to say so herself.

~o0o~ Tarble is not certain how or even when he walked into Vegeta’s room.

“Tarble!”

Tarble felt his eyes blink as his body reacted to his brother’s shout. Suddenly he had the need for a big breath – as though he hadn’t been breathing enough for a long time. He recognized his brother’s room, but did not remember how he’d gotten there.

“Finally – it took too long for me to snap you out of that. What the hell happened to make you a walking zombie, again?” Vegeta asked in a much calmer tone. He’d only been shouting to try and break through whatever fog had settled over his brother’s mind. He’s next step was going to be throwing him in the shower and dowsing him with cold water. He was glad he hadn’t had to bother going through with that plan.

The question brought an immediate blush to Tarble’s face. “I’m not certain I want to talk about it,” he wondered if his voice was really as squeaky as he heard it, or if it were just his imagination.

“Well, you came here in that state for some reason. You obviously remember what made you come here. Spill it,” Vegeta wondered if his brother had gotten the chance to tell Gohan of his interest and possibly been rejected.

“Do you have something to drink? I mean, with alcohol in it?” Tarble asked and then qualified.

Vegeta quirked an eyebrow at the request – his brother wasn’t a big drinker – and even then, nothing stronger than what humans would consider wine. “Yes,” he turned to walk to the bar to get Tarble something stronger.

Tarble spilled his news as soon as his brother wasn’t looking at him. “I saw Kakarott and Gohan.”

Vegeta pulled a tumbler out from under the bar counter. “Yes, I’ve seen them as well,” he said as he looked at his brother.

“No, no…can you look away?” Tarble requested. “I saw them having sex,” he said, after his older brother rolled his eyes before looking pointedly to the side. “Together.”

A second tumbler joined the first on the bar and was as quickly emptied as it had been filled. “Pardon – could you repeat that?” Vegeta asked as he filled the second tumbler a second time.

“I don’t think this ‘lovers’ thing is just a cover story,” Tarble expounded as he walked to the bar and downed the portion Vegeta had poured into the first glass in one pull, although not as smoothly as his brother had – strong, whatever alcohol it was – judging from the label it was something from Earth. Humans certainly knew how to brew alcohol, he had to give them that.

When he’d thought it to himself and mentioned something to Bulma about the pretense of Kakarott and Gohan as lovers, Vegeta had been somewhat joking. The fact that it was actually happening and that he wasn’t involved in any way? “That’s rather disappointing,” Vegeta spoke his conclusion aloud before downing the second shot and pouring a third for him and a second for his brother.

“Not exactly how I expected you to react,” Tarble said, not being able to fathom what direction his brother’s thoughts had gone in.

Vegeta realized his brother’s less perverted mind wouldn’t be turning in the same direction as his, so he changed his course. “It does explain a lot that happened in the arena today.”

Tarble set his glass down after taking a sip. There wasn’t anyway he could keep up with his brother when it came to drinking. “I hadn’t thought of that yet.”

“Hnn,” Vegeta agreed.

“What are we going to do?” Tarble asked and then amended. “What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know,” Vegeta confessed, “Yet.” The information had a lot of potential, but when and where to use it? The possibilities were almost endless.

“You don’t seem mad,” Tarble pointed out. “Somehow I expected you to be mad.”

“If Kakarott hadn’t broken it off with me months…wait, it’s been over a year?” Vegeta tried to calculate and the decided it didn’t matter before he continued. “If he hadn’t done that first then I would have felt as though I had the right to be mad. That’s not how it happened. I’m just – surprised and disappointed.”

“Still, that’s not what I was expecting,” Tarble pressed and pouted. In the back of his mind he had hoped his brother would get angry and reclaim Kakarott and leave Gohan single again – Tarble wouldn’t have minded patching the younger Son back together. Now they were both without suitable partners – not that this was any different than usual for Tarble, but there had been some hope before it had been ripped away; first by his brother and then for real by Kakarott.

“See? And here I was expecting you to be disgusted and all I hear is something similar to the disappointment I spoke of,” Vegeta told his brother. He shook the bottle. “Want any more?”

“No,” Tarble answered the question first. He contemplated Vegeta’s observation as older his brother snuck the bottle back into its cupboard. “I don’t really know. Guru’s people held certain beliefs about the issue. I’m certain Earth does too….”

Vegeta sneered and interrupted, “Oh, yes – humans most certainly have beliefs about incest.”

“But, being out here, with the last large group of saiyans? I think somewhere along the way we only picked up on whatever cultures we were immersed in. I don’t think, as a whole, we have our own beliefs – and if there were any when Vegeta-sei was still intact, I’m not certain they still apply.” Tarble swigged the last of what was in his glass when he finished his conclusion. “And with the power Kakarott and Gohan have? Who is going to stop them? Who would want to stop them?”

As much as Vegeta wondered what other thoughts were going on his brother’s head he had one that was nagging at him. “So, was it as arousing as I think it was?”

“What?” Tarble looked up from the counter where he’d been staring at the glossy reflection of one of the lights over the bar.

“Kakarott and Gohan together – was it exciting?” Vegeta clarified for his brother’s sake.

“Don’t know – I was too shocked at the time to give the situation that kind of thought.” Tarble paused and then related, “Sort of, but there was too much blood for my tastes.”

“Blood?” The very idea threw Vegeta’s thoughts in a different direction from where they’d been headed. Kakarott had never been into blood – something Vegeta agreed with to a certain degree.

“Yeah.”

~o0o~ The princes’ conversation lasted a bit longer; Tarble feeling better after being able to share what he’d witnessed with his brother. Hours later….

Goku stretched leisurely on the bed, some part of his mind expecting to make some sort of contact with Gohan physically. When that didn’t occur he finally opened his eyes. Gohan wasn’t in the bed. For one heart-stopping moment Goku panicked, thinking Gohan had left while he’d been asleep. Then a noise drew his attention towards the foot of the bed and then beyond it.

Gohan was scrubbing furiously at the blood on the destroyed wall. He hadn’t bothered to dress after he left the bed. Goku heard a quiet sniffling as he ran his wet hand under his nose before he continued his obsessive behavior.

“Gohan?” Goku questioned and then groaned as he sat up, wincing at unexpected pain. He must have had a lot of endorphins running through his system a couple hours ago, but they were most certainly gone now. When he didn’t get a response from his son he stood and went to him, placing his one hand on the two scrubbing at the crumbling wall – there were some places the paint and sheetrock no longer existed. “Gohan. Stop.”

Gohan’s body shook a little as Goku made contact with him. He froze a moment before he dropped the rag that used to be a towel he’d found in one of the kitchen cupboards. “I’m so sorry.”

There were a couple of directions Goku could go with this. Tell his son that he didn’t have a reason to be sorry – which wasn’t true. Tell his son he was just as sorry that he’d caused this by not mentioning something about Vegeta before – which would just lead them back to the reason this had happened and Goku wasn’t certain he was ready to examine what had happened too closely at the moment. What he really wanted was for the evidence to disappear – by Gohan’s preoccupation he guessed his son wished it would go away as well. “Let’s get cleaned up. I’ll get a crew in here to clean this…”

“I don’t want…” Gohan hesitated before he admitted, “I don’t want anyone else to know.”

Goku finally forced Gohan to stand by pulling at his hands. Then he hugged him tight. “No one has to,” he assured him. “We’ll fix this on our own – or at least, we can clean up the blood, and then get a work crew in here to fix the wall.” He held on a moment longer before he pulled away. He let go long enough to rifle through the remains of his clothing left on the floor and pulled out a capsule case. He quickly selected one and clicked it before tossing it on the rumpled bed. A bunch of first aid items settled on the ruined bed cover – among the items was a jar of the healing gel. Goku turned and grabbed Gohan’s hand and dragged him along, stopping by the bed to grab the container, then to one of the doors he thought might be a bathroom. The first one was a restroom – a toilet and no shower. The second door he opened revealed a room that was nothing but a shower.

“What the…” Gohan exclaimed. He’d gotten used to the small, barely-fits-two-people shower in their quarters on the Gandlan. The roomful of white tiles under the lighting was blinding.

Goku smirked. “I don’t know who thought of it, but I like it.” He pulled Gohan in with him to a small walk space. Large, clear, hinged glass doors separated them from the actual shower.

Gohan closed the door they’d come through as his father set the jar down on the floor and then began looking over the control panel set in the bamboo lacquered wall. “What happened to normal plumbing?”

Goku shrugged as he selected the ‘rain’ option on the console to see what would happen. The lights dimmed to something more bearable and then water began falling in patterns from the ceiling instead of any of the spigots. “Nice.” He selected another option labeled ‘bed’.

“Please remain where you are,” a mechanized feminine voice requested. After a pause the tiles in the middle of the room began to reconfigure until they had built up rectangle platform in the middle of the shower.

“That’s just a bit over the top, isn’t it?” Gohan asked.

Goku shrugged and pressed ‘benches’. Neither his room nor Vegeta’s had this sort of shower. As he wondered why, the platform in the middle of the room reconfigured yet again to something shorter and placed along the walls. “Better,” he said as he stooped to pick up the jar and then pressed on one of the clear doors to get into the actual showering area, Gohan following behind.

Ruddy streaks immediately started towards the nearest drain as water began rinsing blood from Goku’s body. “I guess we should have brought soap…” Gohan said while wiping water from his eyes. He wasn’t certain he was as enthusiastic about the rain setting as his dad – he’d like a moment without water falling on his face.

Goku’s fore-spikes kept the water directly from his eyes and he looked around until he found what he was looking for – a recess in the wall that already had soap, shampoo and conditioner – and a few other interesting things – in it. These were certainly not regular soldier’s accommodations Vegeta had set Gohan up with. “Provided already,” he said as he passed a bar of soap to Gohan and then took one for himself.

The sound of water hitting tiles was the only thing heard for some time as the two of them tended to themselves. At first Goku was surprised, he’d sort of expected they’d each have sudsy hands all over the other, but when Gohan had settled to his grooming a couple of steps away from him, Goku had followed his example. Water stung his chest as he washed away the dried blood over the spot Gohan had bit. He’d have to use some of the gel on that to stop it from bleeding. Skin was still there, but it was certainly deep.

It wasn’t until Goku was washing his tail Gohan finally spoke what was on his mind. “Why didn’t you stop me?” What he really wanted to ask was why his father had practically encouraged him.

Looking up from where he’d been inspecting his tail to see that Gohan was facing him, but not looking at him, Goku answered. “I couldn’t.” Before Gohan could call him a liar he continued. “My tail was pinched between my back and the wall – at first.” When Gohan sighed he surmised, “I’m guessing you didn’t plan that, then.”

Gohan shook his head. “No. I guess that explains the blood.”

“Yeah – some of it,” Goku agreed.

“And the rest?” Gohan asked, finally moving closer.

“No one’s been there for a while.” Goku stopped, not wanting to mention something that might restart their quarrel.

Too clever for his own good, Gohan snarled. “Vegeta?”

Goku’s shoulders dropped. “Yes.”

Gohan unclenched his hands. “Tell me about him…”

“Gohan – I don’t think that’s very wise.” He stopped as Gohan reached out to touch his chest gently, apparently inspecting the bite mark.

“If you don’t, I’ll always wonder – second guess your motives. Second guess my actions,” Gohan explained.

“I don’t understand,” Goku said.

“Like getting my tail back. Do you really want me to get it back? Or do you remember what it was like being with a partner that had one?” Gohan gave an example.

“Oh. No, Gohan,” Goku shook his head. “I think you’ll be damn sexy with it,” then he corrected, “I mean, I think you’re sexy without! It’s just….”

Gohan smiled. “Dad has a tail fetish?”

The way his son said it almost made Goku feel like he was putty in Gohan hands. “Fetish might be a bit strong – maybe kink, but yeah.”

“Did you touch Vegeta’s?”

Goku flinched while wondering how many questions Gohan was going to make him answer. “Are you kidding? Vegeta is a control freak.”

“I guess that answers my next question.” Gohan stated.

“Which was?” Goku couldn’t help but ask.

“Which of you was on top,” Gohan had gotten a sense of it from Vegeta’s proposal during the evaluation, but he wanted to see if his dad’s story would match up.

“Oh – yeah. Kind of the reason I broke it off with him. He absolutely refused to bend on that one.” The subject still caused Goku to feel anger.

“Do you miss it?” Gohan asked. They hadn’t branched out a whole lot in the short time they’d been together. “Someone else being in control?” Gohan had sort of been content with his ‘role’. This brought up intimidating possibilities.

“Yeah, sometimes,” Goku admitted.

“Like last night?” Gohan paused. “There was a moment I would have stopped if you hadn’t said something…”

Goku closed his eyes and nodded – slightly ashamed he’d prolonged the situation, because his body almost expected tables to be reversed any time he came aboard this ship. That was only part of it though – Goku wasn’t going to tell Gohan about the mess he’d had to clean up after their first time together – nothing as bad as this, but he’d still felt guilty about it. This incident assuaged his guilt some.

“You didn’t climax though, not until after….” Gohan accused – all the blood and pain, but Goku saying the next best thing to he’d wanted it was confusing. Gohan felt he was missing something from the equation.

“I was kind of wreck back there…still am,” Goku gave an incomplete explanation before he broke away from Gohan in order to grab the jar of healing gel from the floor tiles. “You want help me with that problem?”

“Of course,” Gohan said as he accepted the jar, “Just not in here,” he indicated the constantly falling water with a glance around the shower.

Goku smiled. “I think I can take care of that,” he said while lifting one hand above his head and then using his ki to form a small shield. His bangs kept the water out of his eyes for the most part, but Gohan’s haircut didn’t provide the same shelter.

“That should do the job,” Gohan didn’t bother saying what else he was thinking – wondering if his father would be able to hold the shield in place while Gohan was probing back there. He started with the easiest mark first, soothing gel and flaring ki over the bite mark on Goku’s chest. The wound sealed and became whole while he watched – Gohan wishing the emotional grievances could be healed just as quickly. Goku could probably do the simple task of shielding unconscious, but it was probably good for his dad to have something else to focus on while Gohan was applying the gel to the other areas damaged. During these thoughts he’d walked behind Goku while unscrewing the cap to the jar a second time. He dabbed his fingertips into the gel, again. “You’re going to have to spread your legs a little,” he whispered, embarrassed.

Gohan’s statement made shivers run down Goku’s spine as he misinterpreted embarrassed as intimate. He placed his right foot on one of the benches and made sure his tail was wound tight around his waist. He hissed a little when gel coated fingers gently rubbed him at first, then he felt his son use his ki to start the healing chain reaction. A moment after he first moaned one slid into him and then a stroke or two later another. Too soon both were being withdrawn. He dropped his foot back to the floor and turned to voice his protest only to stop when he saw Gohan washing blood off his hand.

“I think you may have to wash again…you know….” Gohan really hoped Goku wouldn’t make him explain it further. He couldn’t manage to make himself lift his gaze from the activity of rinsing his hand.

“Yeah, sure,” Goku said and then took the soap from Gohan. He was sort of disappointed Gohan had quit so quickly, but then again, seeing his son’s reaction to the blood on the wall earlier he surmised more on his hands wasn’t what Gohan wanted to see. Perhaps being a shielder had been a wise decision for Gohan’s more delicate sensibilities.

Gohan blinked in surprise at the erection Goku had. His dad let the ki shield go in order to wet and lather his hands so he could finish the cleaning business and Gohan quickly put the lid back on the jar. A hiss from his father drew Gohan’s gaze quickly back to Goku.

“I think you may have to probe deeper,” Goku suggested quietly.

“I don’t think I can…” Gohan replied.

Goku smiled gently. “I think you know how…we’ve done it before, remember? Keep the gel handy.” He reached for Gohan’s hand and drew him out of the shower, taking a moment to shut off the water before once again leading the way. “I think you can make it better this time, Gohan,” he said as he tugged Gohan down to the mattress with him, headless of the fact they were still soaked.

Gohan swallowed hard and nodded as he opened the jar. “Okay.”

~o0o~A group of saiyans who had been at the bar when Gohan was there were talking trash back in their quarters.

“That guy? Ahaucoti?” Anbar snorted dismissively. “If the new saiyan had sex with him, he’d have sex with anyone.”

Lacris laughed in agreement. “If anything happened, it was revenge sex on the kid’s part. You all heard him – he had no idea Prince Vegeta and Kakarott had been in a relationship.”

“If he didn’t know that then he’s been living on an asteroid,” Seneka concluded.

“You heard him, he’s been in the academy,” Gorse argued.

“So, you’re saying one of us couldn’t get lucky, no matter what? Care to make a bet?” Anbar challenged.

Something seemed underhanded to Gorse, but he couldn’t quite put a finger on why the bet bothered him. “Sure.”

“Two shifts?” Kamatis suggested.

“For all of you? Or just anyone who happens to get a piece of action?”

“If one of us gets lucky, you cover two of everyone’s shifts.”

“Okay – I’ll give you a time limit of three days.” If he were going to take those steep odds, then Gorse didn’t want this going on forever. “And if none of you get lucky, then each of you have to cover two of my shifts.”

Anbar smirked. “Fine by me.” He turned to the rest of the group. “Here’s my plan. Tchwa – you still have access to the medical floors? He said he was here to regenerate his tail.”

~o0o~Goku and Gohan talk about getting his tail back.

Sex, for the second and third time, had been really good. Somewhere in the middle of it Gohan and Goku taken a break, eaten, cleaned the room, burned any evidence of blood with their ki, tossed the ashes into the recycle unit and then took another shower. Goku decided they could wait to call a maintenance crew to fix the wall until after they were leaving.

Now they lounged in contentment – although Gohan had to wonder how long it would stay that way. He wondered again, for what seemed the millionth time, in the quite of his own thoughts, how long they both thought their relationship might go on. He didn’t know for certain, he’d only been in one steady union before this, but he didn’t think it was normal or healthy for ‘if and when’ to be eventualities. It was a definite stress he wished didn’t metaphorically hang over his head all the time.

“You’re thinking too much,” Goku wrapped himself tighter against Gohan’s back as he spoke. “Relax.”

Gohan rolled over so they were facing each other. “I don’t think I can, here.” He sighed, “I just want to get back to the Gandlan,” he smiled. “It was almost beginning to seem like a home, ya know?” He had other motives – mostly about his father’s possible divided attentions when they were on SSJ Vengeance – but he didn’t want Goku saying something silly, like he should get used to it or get over it.

Goku kissed Gohan’s forehead. “As soon as you get your tail back, we’ll leave.” He rolled onto his back as Gohan snuggled up to his side.

“Thanks,” Gohan responded. He’d learned through chats with his father there were reasons they’d had to come to Vegeta’s ship for the procedure. There were growth hormones and a modified regeneration tank involved, and Vegeta would absolutely not allow either off the ship.

~o0o~
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