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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.

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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: 4455

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: none yet.

Chapter Summary:~o0o~Gohan’s assessment of the tail-regenerating treatment – at least what he knows of it

Chapter 7

Gohan felt embarrassed when the doctor told him to take his clothing off; he’d never been as immodest as his father. He guessed, as he took his clothing off, that when his tail came back having his trousers on might be painful. There were several appreciative looks from the group around him as his clothing came off. He wondered if it were necessary for all of them to be in the room. It didn’t seem as though each of them were working on something. He didn’t know if this was normal for a group of saiyans, or if they really were taking an unusual interest in him. It certainly wasn’t normal for a group of medical professionals.

Thankfully he wasn’t forced to stand out in the open while nude for very long. The same saiyan who’d instructed him to undress now directed him to walk into the regeneration tank and put the breathing mask on. The door closed behind Gohan as he did as he was told and then liquid started filling the tank. It wasn’t as roomy as other tanks he’d seen. He had to guess whatever hormones they were putting in this system were limited, and therefore a smaller space was used to avoid wasting more of them. This tank was also unique in the pinpoint light sources, and the liquid was blue rather than the green he was used to. He understood the light sources were to simulate moonlight, but in small enough spots he couldn’t actually look at them and change into oorazu once he had his tail back. The small doses of light began to make his heart pound and it became a struggle to keep his rational thinking above that of his instinctual consciousness.

The anesthesia was unexpected; neither Goku nor the doctor had mentioned anything about sleeping drugs. Gohan just began to realize he was feeling drowsy before he was actually asleep.

~o0o~Vegeta decides not to confront Kakarott about his relationship with Gohan right away.

While the information Kakarott was talking about was useful, Vegeta found it wasn’t easy to stay focused on the topic at hand. The prince wondered when or if Kakarott would ever say anything about the unconventional form his relationship with his offspring had taken. He even speculated if he asked Kakarott directly about it, if Kakarott would try to avoid the topic altogether.

“Vegeta?” Goku tried to gain Vegeta’s attention from wherever the prince’s thoughts had gone.

“Hn, yes, Kakarott?”

“Did you hear anything I just said?” Goku asked. He wondered about Vegeta’s lack of attention – usually, by now, the prince would have made at least one pass at him. Was it possible Vegeta finally understood he had no intentions of getting back together with him?

“Not really.”

Goku sighed. “What was the last part you remember?” He concluded this may be one of those few times Vegeta kept a running fantasy in his head, rather than trying to act it out. Annoying, to say the least. He wanted to finish giving his information to the prince and then find out if Vegeta had anything new to tell him.

“You telling me about your last mission – the one you came back from to find Gohan aboard the Gandlan.” The prince found the faint blush that graced Kakarott’s features intriguing. He wondered if perhaps that’s when things had started….

“Okay.” Goku cleared his throat before he gave a condensed version of the report he’d just spent the last twenty minutes telling a preoccupied Vegeta. “The gist of the results of the mission were this – apparently no matter what they were involved in, if the ice-jin learned where a saiyan was – they didn’t even have to be in the same vicinity – they stopped everything they were doing in order to pursue. It was – well – I’d dare say, fanatical.”

“I’m guessing, since you’re even bothering to tell me this, that when you mean ‘fanatical’, you mean something more extreme than what we’ve witnessed in the past?” It wasn’t a secret the ice-jin hated saiyans, and feared them even more, now that there were dozens of Super Saiyans. Vegeta had no idea if the ice-jin realized at least three had surpassed what the myths he’d lived by as a child had suggested. He could guess they wouldn’t be surprised by such information; after all, both Freeza and Kooler had been able to transform into multiple superior forms. Maybe this was why this new, unusual behavior had come about? Vegeta pondered Kakarott’s information, wondering how or if it could be put to any use at all.

“If Bulma hadn’t put such a good spaceship together, and they were able to locate it? Their whole army, possibly even their civilians – if they have any – would be on you as soon as they could get your coordinates into their navigation systems.” Goku gave his assessment. It had been – well – creepy was the only word he could think to use in order to describe the ice-jins’ single-minded obsession. “The chance to eliminate this many saiyans at once would be too difficult for them to resist.”

“I guess it’s a good thing the ice-jin race is incapable of sensing ki,” Vegeta stated.

“We know they have species in their employ that can though,” Goku responded.

“The ice-jin may have done something to suppress those abilities; such as brainwashing or invasive surgery,” Vegeta suggested.

The prince frowned. As many treaties as the Alliance had tried to present to the ice-jin, the same fallout always happened – the ice-jin wanted the saiyans as their prisoners as part of the bargain. The Alliance wouldn’t (even if they could) hand over the only really powerful race they had on their side.

None of this was good for saiyans.

Vegeta hated the politics of this war.

~o0o~ The group of saiyans who bet they could get into Gohan’s pants, try to do so while he’s in the regeneration tank.

His dream was troublde with bits of feelings he’d buried after his father died during the Cell Games and had never consciously resurrected when he’d returned to life. The need to prove himself worthy had been one of many reasons for the extended exchange with Cell, which had resulted in his father’s death, which had nullified what his efforts were for in the first place.

Secluded life of training and few social outlets had become even less so when the doors shut on them for a year. He hadn’t known what a crush was then – there had never been any children in his life long enough to tease him about having one.

Turning super saiyan opened doors to baser emotions, thoughts, and desires. Literally he was supposed to acknowledge things he kept stowed away in order to be a ‘good boy.’ When letting his rage out, so many other things were let loose as well.

Yes, he was taught not to reign in his anger, but to feel it, use it as fuel. When there was something to be angry at things were simple, but when there wasn’t his attentions wondered to places his normal barriers usually kept tucked safely away.

When he turned super saiyan he was with the only person who would ever be powerful enough to be worthy. He’d always known that he was loved, but even at that borderline pubescent age knew it could never be that way – unless he did something to prove he was just as worthy…and he had failed….

“You going to drain that tank before he wakes up?” Kamatis badgered.

“Oh, shut up. I want him at least a little bit aware of what’s going on around him. If he’s not conscious then this could be considered something else.” Anbar responded.

“You know, that’s stupid, and it could get us killed.” Tchwa pointed out.

“It could already be considered ‘something else’, and I don’t think this is worth having a couple of shifts off.” The saiyan in the tank was stunning, but even with his clothes off, Kamatis was having second thoughts about their chosen method. It had seemed like a fair plan at the time. Now that it was almost complete though, he was getting cold feet.

“I don’t think you gave him enough – look, he’s already moving.” Lacris warned.

“I gave him plenty. He shouldn’t have burned through it that quickly. Maybe I gave him too big a dose of the hormones.” Anbar argued, but he couldn’t shake the feeling he may have miscalculated.

“He’s going to dislodge the breathing mask if he keeps moving around like that! A dead saiyan isn’t what we intended!” Lacris was becoming alarmed.

“Look! He was just getting his tail back – he’ll calm down now….” Anbar started to say.

Regardless of whether or not their intentions had changed, each of the saiyans in the room flinched at the yell and then the blast that broke through the tank’s wall, draining the container much faster than its normal rate.

Lo and behold, despite the weirdness in the evaluation fight, this saiyan did turn blond when he ascended. “I thought you said you were going to give him enough he couldn’t ascend!” Tchwa accused.

“I thought I had!” Anbar shouted back.

~o0o~ Goku feels Gohan’s distress.

Vegeta watched as Kakarott’s nostrils flared and his attention drew away mid-sentence. “Gohan?”

The prince wanted to argue, because it should be at least a couple hours before Gohan’s treatment was finished, but he couldn’t deny the ki signature he felt pulse through the ship a second later than Kakarott had noted something was wrong.

On closer inspection of the ki signatures in the originating portion of the ship, Vegeta could feel others – in a room that was supposed to be isolated during treatment. “Kakarott, go,” Vegeta encouraged as he saw the Earth-raised saiyan hesitate once he had his fingers lifted for his instant transmission technique. Vegeta was moving the direction of the medical wing the tail-regeneration tanks were held before Kakarott’s image faded.

Gohan felt slightly better now that the lights had been destroyed. He was still woozy and disoriented – and horny – but his heart wasn’t trying to burst his ribcage. He couldn’t get his legs to hold him up and the idea of using ki to levitate wasn’t making it through the mind-miring drug haze. He didn’t realize he was surrounded until one of the others in the room moved. Even then he couldn’t focus on the movement for even a second before the room was spinning again, as though the spaceship’s gravity simulator had been shut off.

Bits of his dream haunted him, but not as memories, just vague enough feelings to make him hate himself once again.

“Come on pretty boy, we want you to have a good time,” someone behind Gohan said.

It wasn’t until then the scents in the room finally made sense to his brain. They turned his stomach. Did they really think he’d be that easy of a target? Did they think they were worthy? “No,” Gohan managed to force the foreign dialect out of his mouth. He ended up swallowing some of the tank fluid that slipped in when his lips were parted. He shook his head, trying to clear it, but only managed to make himself dizzier.

“Easy. No one has to get hurt,” whoever had the nerve to touch him regretted it instantly as Gohan’s ki flared instinctively as protection – creating an expanding shield inside the room and forcing objects, including people, away from him to end up inside metal indentations of bits of warped wall. He needed time to think, and he couldn’t do so long enough to sustain the shield. It was going to be tough to defend himself while he couldn’t focus on any one thing for long.

“Face it boys, we lost the bet,” another stranger’s strained voice filtered through Gohan’s hearing. The voice didn’t sound as though the owner was one hundred percent healthy any more.

“What bet?” the voice was a growl, but familiar – Goku – stepping up to be his hero once more. Gohan wanted to weep in relief – even as he wondered when he’d grow up enough to protect himself.

The stuttering hesitation as the group of saiyans stared at Kakarott were beyond Gohan’s capability of understanding at the moment. “Dad?” The drugs made him forget the correct form of address he should use while in the company of others.

“I’m here, Gohan.” Goku backed up while keeping a weary eye on everyone else in the room until he could reassure Gohan he was really there. “They must have drugged you.”

The touch and scent were so pleasant and familiar – whatever drugs they’d put into his system let Gohan respond immediately to the right person. “Oh, god, get me out of here.”

Goku hesitated. There was no way he was letting these idiots think they could do this. What if they tried to do it against someone who couldn’t ascend? The thought finally registered – Gohan’s hair had bled to blond rather than staying black. Was it the tail or the drugs in his son’s system? Was Gohan still able to access the Mystic Training he’d received on the home planet of the Kais’? Time would eventually answer those questions, but at the moment Goku didn’t think he had any.

Then the door opened and revealed Vegeta. “Go, Kakarott. I’ll take care of these parasites.” The prince started firing ki rings to hold the others in the room in place in the metal encasings.

Goku didn’t need any more encouragement to get Gohan out of the room. His only regret was there was only room he knew well enough to I.T. to on Vengeance.

Vegeta finished immobilizing the two unconscious saiyans last. “Well, now,” he took one breath before he shared his decision with eerie calmness. “You have all just volunteered for some experiments.”

Everyone involved felt the possibilities of a few shifts off weren’t worth the final judgment.

“Anyone care to enlighten me?” Vegeta asked.

None of them believed their sentence would be less if they ratted the group out.

“I thought not.”

~o0o~Gohan comes to grips of why he and his father ended up where they were.

It wasn’t ideal, but Vegeta’s room was the only room on Vengeance Goku knew well enough to I.T. to without someone being in the vicinity. He hadn’t figured out the locale variation on the instant transmission technique until he’d been spending most his time in Vegeta’s quarters.

As he’d feared, Gohan immediately assessed where they were, reacting to the dominating scent in the room. “Vegeta?” Goku didn’t take the accusation personal – although he knew he probably should. Trying to keep Gohan upright was difficult – the weird thrashing to get away one moment and the next scenting along his skin and clothing; not to mention the slick tank fluid all over him – well, both of them now.

“You’re right. Let’s go to your room.” Goku began to pick Gohan up in order to carry him.

“No” Gohan struggled to keep his footing. “Here.”

Goku yipped as Gohan’s tail snuck round his. “Here what, Gohan?” He finally realized his son’s inability to balance was a combination of regaining his tail and the drugs in his system. Usually a person had a couple hours in the tank to get their balance back.

“Here, now.” Heat felt so good. His father was radiating it and Gohan knew it could be hotter. The material – clothing – was getting in the way and had to go.

There wasn’t a whole lot Goku could misconstrue once Gohan started trying to get his gi off. “Gohan, not here. Vegeta’s ro….” Goku’s pathetic attempt to rationalize waiting until they were in a better environment was interrupted as Gohan dropped to his knees.

“Here. Now.” Oh, the taste was as divine as the scent and the heat.

Not to mention there would be no mistaking whom was with whom after they had their scents all over his rival’s room.

~o0o~Vegeta eventually goes back to his room after ‘clean up’ detail. Finds that he has company in his bed.

Five capsulized saiyans and a test of the tank fluid later, Vegeta returned to his rooms. Memories of the their pathetic excuses and attempts to wheedle their way to lesser sentences made him sick. The prince didn’t bother to remind them he could have killed them outright.

Yes, they did have rights – as long as they played by the rules. The hormone levels along with the sensory and aphrodisiac drugs in the tank fluid said they’d forgotten what rules were for – or were improvising their own along the way. The amounts of the toxic messes in the fluid were on scale for saiyans their sizes – not someone with the body mass of Gohan. It would have killed him if he hadn’t been able to ascend and burn some of it off. The prince found it interesting that with as many drugs in his system as he’d had, Gohan hadn’t been able to access the mystic powers that elder-busybody had released years prior.

It was still debatable if whether or not the saiyans involved had managed to have their ‘fun’ in the middle of the mess of altered tank fluid, if they would have poisoned themselves as well – possibly killing themselves and freeing Vegeta from having to find beneficial ways to do the task himself.

He knew he wanted to release a couple of them into space and let them run – see if he could gather more data on the ice-jins’ reactions to finding a saiyan. Maybe see who had less to do with the actual poison. They’d still die, but they probably would see it as a fighting chance rather than a certainty.

Vegeta’s musings were interrupted as he neared his room, feeling Kakarott’s ki inside, as well as Gohan’s. Neither was at battle level, which meant in the time it had taken Vegeta to get the results back from testing the tank fluid, they’d had time to calm down.

Belatedly Vegeta realized they had found another way to engage their excess energy as he entered his rooms. One of his lounge chairs was a waste now – too much blue, funky fluid slopped onto the upholstery to bother cleaning it; recycling would present less of a temporary health hazard. His bar had been desecrated; obviously used for something other than drinking. And look – two sets of black hair were peaking from under the comforter. They were still in his bed: sleeping.

Kakarott never had been very good at keeping secrets.

Vegeta wondered how much of the romp had been caught on his surveillance equipment. He’d review that later for certain.

The prince changed his mind almost immediately. Maybe if he was able to see some of what had taken place he would be better able to decide how pissed off he should be at a moment like this.

Because if Tarble hadn’t told him something was up before Vegeta had walked in on this, the prince was certain the two inconsiderate jerks in his bed – polluting his sheets – would be waking up with ki blasts aimed at their tails before they had a chance to explain why they’d damaged his personal property and why it smelled like their sex throughout his entire chambers.

~o0o~ Goku and Gohan continued to rest while Vegeta reviewed the surveillance footage.

It was disconcerting for Goku to wake up with the feeling someone was watching him – intensely. It took him a moment to remember where he was and then to realize the feeling he was having was gut instinct and it wasn’t leading him wrong.

Vegeta snorted in amusement as Kakarott sat straight up in bed – as though the reaction would have helped him, if the prince hadn’t found the surveillance footage...therapeutic. “Comfy?” As a matter of fact, there was at least another hour worth of footage he hadn’t managed to review yet; the oral and tail foreplay along with the action on his chair had been quite enough stimuli for one sitting. The prince would have never dreamed Gohan would be so aggressive during sex. The uncharacteristic behavior made Vegeta wonder if it were a possible side affect of all the drugs in his system or if he’d been that insistent because he’d been super saiyan for the first time in who knew how many years?

“Uh – yeah. I always did like this bed.” Goku responded as best he could while trying to gage Vegeta’s reaction to the noticeable disaster of his rooms. Not to mention, Vegeta was taking this awfully well; obviously the prince had known about their relationship previously. How, Goku couldn’t guess, but he couldn’t imagine Vegeta would have adjusted to the idea so quickly.

“That’s nice. I’d like to use it for sleeping sometime in the next hour.” The prince had also concluded some of the toxins had effected Kakarott. Gohan had been a mess when they’d left the tank room; undoubtedly, with all the skin on skin contact going on, Kakarott had absorbed some.

“Oh, well,” Goku reached back and nudged Gohan. “Hey, we should take off.”

“Mn-mn,” Gohan hummed a negative reaction to his father’s suggestion.

Goku chuckled an apology in Vegeta’s direction before trying again. “Come on. Vegeta’s pissed.”

An arm snaked out from beneath the covers and pulled Goku down to the mattress. “Tell him he can have the other half.”

One of Vegeta’s eyebrows rose in reaction.

“We’re not in a position to negotiate,” Goku advised Gohan while submitting to the one-armed tug.

“But it’s not an invitation for anything else.” Gohan continued sleepily as though he didn’t hear.

“I don’t know who you think you are, Brat…” Part of Vegeta was amused by the Kakarott’s offspring’s audacity. The other part of him wanted to slap him around – of course, Gohan might not find it that sort of treatment ‘punishment’.

“I need a shower, and I’m not walking through the halls naked,” Gohan mumbled as he retracted his arm and rolled to his other side.

“Speaking of which, I won’t be sleeping in those sheets. They’re contaminated with tank fluid, and just because they are dry doesn’t mean the chemicals won’t be absorbed through the skin.”

“Oh,” Goku had wondered why after his initial jolt of waking so quickly he’d felt groggy. He perked up a bit as Vegeta stood and walked towards the bed, wondering if the prince was actually going to lay in the same bed as them – that could get awkward.

Gohan’s snore was the last straw. Vegeta got up from the chair, gathered one corner of the sheets, pulled them under the two trespassers in his bed, grabbed the other edge of the material, and hauled people and sheets into his shower; ignoring Kakarott’s squawk of surprise and Gohan’s mumbled threats. “Get cleaned up.” He stalked out of the bathroom with every intension of ordering food to his rooms. The noises coming from his shower said they wouldn’t be coming out clean any time soon. He was tempted to go back and turn the cold water on them full blast, but then decided a bit more footage for his collection was never going to be a bad thing.

~o0o~Eventually Goku and Gohan emerged from Vegeta’s shower squeaky clean...

Vegeta’s prediction about them taking a while proved to be correct. By the time Kakarott and Gohan made it out of the shower serving staff had delivered food. Vegeta pretended he didn’t notice they were only wearing towels as they ate. It amused him.

He finally gave in after the meal though. “Wear these,” Vegeta pressed sets of gis at each of them.

“Thanks, Vegeta,” Goku said – not quite his cheerful-self.

The prince assumed Kakarott realized he’d acted like an ass.

“Thank you,” Gohan said, but in a manner Vegeta regarded as only mimicking Kakarott’s manners. Not because Gohan was particularly happy about having to wear clothing loaned to him.

The prince tried not to grin as they both put the gis on. Kakarott had to help Gohan thread his newly regained tail out the hole cut for it. Personally, Vegeta thought it was just an excuse for Kakarott to touch Gohan’s tail. He enjoyed watching them realize at different points that neither set was tailored to their height.

Then Vegeta couldn’t hide his smirk. Oh yes – he was going to send the two of them walking through the ship wearing gis with his insignia on their backs. Virtually claiming the two of them – if there were anyone who wished to speculate. It would do his reputation a bit of good if the rumor got around they’d both been in his rooms at the same time.

Vegeta would wait a day, and if he hadn’t heard anything, he’d start the rumor himself.

The prince couldn’t time it better himself if he’d tried. Kakarott and Gohan were leaving just as Tarble came to his rooms with three other saiyans in tow. There was a bit of sidestepping, tail-tucking, blushing and stammered apologies before the incestuous lovers made their way barefoot through the group.

As the other three saiyans grew knowing smirks, Tarble turned to face Vegeta with one of his eyebrows arched in curiosity. Vegeta smirked before he grew more serious and downplayed the exchange. “I suppose this is not an idle visit.”

“Ah – no, we need to go over the supply inventory. I shouldn’t have to make an order for re-supply this early – it seems as though we’re going through more inventory than we should be…” Tarble was interrupted by his brother.

“Well, you have those two who’ve been here for almost three days,” Vegeta pointed down the hall at the Sons’ backs. “Did you take into account they weren’t on rations?”

Tarble grinned in relief. Someone hadn’t been stealing. “I guess I hadn’t.” He turned to the other saiyans with him. “Since the mystery is solved, I suppose you can go now.” The three saiyans following Tarble nodded, turned and left; no doubt in a hurry to tell others what they’d witnessed.

Then Tarble turned back to Vegeta. “Are you going to tell me what that was about?” he waited patiently while his brother thought it over.

Vegeta did some quick recalculating. He wasn’t certain he wanted Tarble to know about the prisoners and what he had planned for them. Which meant he couldn’t tell his brother about the attempted rape. He could certainly let Tarble in on the video collection, though. “They had a use for my rooms after Gohan got his tail back.”

“Yes?” Tarble could guess his brother was making a bit of an understatement – and he wasn’t bragging that what it looked like when he’d first arrived at his door was what had taken place. “Was there much blood?” If it were anything like what he’d walked in on a day prior, Tarble wasn’t certain he wanted to hear about it or watch it.

“No – no blood this time.” At least, not from the video he’d seen, and he hadn’t walked in on any evidence of it either. Vegeta didn’t want to watch the video with his brother – that would just be weird. “I’ll forward the footage to you,” he finally said.

Tarble smirked. “Should I go to my rooms now?”

“I suppose I can send it that soon,” Vegeta agreed.

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