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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: 7015

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~ Life resumes as ‘normal’ for Goku and Gohan, although Gohan still has his doubts he’s not willing to express.

Chapter 8

Their little stay on SSJ Vengeance had taken two more days than Goku had planned. Captain Jadus made sure Kakarott understood this extra time had put his ship out of range for the next Alliance mission. Which meant the next mission no one wanted to perform would probably fall to Gandlan.

Roma – as the senior shielder he was still best qualified as Gohan’s mentor – noticed the change in Gohan almost immediately. The tail was obvious, but it had some drawbacks he realized Gohan hadn’t taken into consideration. ‘Your ki is all over the place’. Roma typed the words into a carry around unit that could speak for him.

“Ah – yeah,” Gohan agreed while he opened his eyes. He wasn’t able to focus well on anything. Except sex, but he didn’t think Roma would appreciate that bit of information. “I think it’s my tail,” he explained while waving the tip of it in the air to help illustrate his point. He wasn’t lying, the tail was distracting, but there were some things that had happened while on Vegeta’s ship he hadn’t quite come to grips with either.

Gohan’s anger with his father was far less than what it had been when he’d first realized Goku hadn’t been totally honest. Less, but not gone – he could feel it lingering: wondering if there were things Goku wasn’t telling him – either intentionally, like he knew the relationship with Vegeta had been withheld on purpose, or things his father might not think important enough to tell. Those of course, couldn’t be helped – Gohan knew he was holding things back – he wasn’t going to tell his father of all his past relationships, but he felt those wouldn’t have the same impact on their dynamic as Kakarott having had a relationship with Vegeta of all people.

Also, the way he had behaved while still under the influence of the tank fluid, in his super saiyan form. Gohan knew eventually he would have to tell his father those weren’t things he’d initiate, or want done to him, on a normal basis. So far Goku hadn’t tried to repeat anything, but…hopefully his father understood that had been an extreme set of circumstances. It seemed the drugs – and if Vegeta was correct, then the amount of them – had been responsible for him being unable to gain access to his mystic powers.

Roma sighed, one of the few sounds ever heard from him – just the air rushing from his mouth. ‘I guess we should start by teaching you how to concentrate again.’

“Back to the basics?” Gohan blushed – he hadn’t had to do this in years. “Okay,” he nodded his agreement – it had been longer since he’d had his tail.

‘Then close your eyes and focus on my breathing.’ Roma typed out – it was obvious the keypad had not been made for his three fingered hands.

A thought ambushed Gohan before he did as instructed. “Can I take your speaking unit the next time you’re shielding? I think I can make it more user friendly.” As far as Gohan knew, there wasn’t an official name for the vocal assistant.

Roma shrugged. ‘I have a second one you can take any time.’

Gohan grinned and closed his eyes. Of course, now he had something to focus on, but it wasn’t the breathing exercise or his ki. What would it take to make the key and speak a ki and speak?

An half-hour after the conclusion to their scheduled training session, Gohan trailed Roma to his room. He followed the blue alien when he was beckoned inside. While he waited he looked around the room – the indigo décor was very calming – he wondered what Roma would think of Earth with its azure skies and navy oceans. He took the key and speak from Roma as his tall teacher handed the unit to him. Then he held out his hand as Roma held his out. - I’ll see you tomorrow. -

Gohan nodded. “Hopefully I’ll have this finished by then,” he grinned at Roma. “If it works like I think it should, you’ll be able to converse with everyone as well as you communicate with me.”

- That would be nice. -

“Tomorrow then,” Gohan held up the unit while exiting Roma’s rooms in an awkward way to wave good-bye.

While he walked through the ship Gohan put a mental list together of what he’d need. It was times like this he missed Capsule Corporation. If he needed a lab, he’d just go to Bulma’s. On Gandlan there weren’t many such places – and most of those you needed an appointment to get into. Also, the stuff you used generally wasn’t free.

Gohan sighed as he realized the many reasons the keypad project would probably be delayed. He was pleasantly surprised when he got to his rooms to find Goku was there. “Hi.”

Goku turned and smiled from where he was arranging foodstuffs on platters. “Hi.”

“You know – we should probably make those capsules Tarble gave us last,” Gohan said, even as he looked around at all the food on display with hungry, appreciative eyes. Tarble’s impromptu gift had surprised them both. Gohan wondered what they had done to deserve it, but he wasn’t going to ask the younger saiyan prince. Maybe there’d come a time Tarble would feel he could share the reason for his decision.

“Okay – this’ll be the last time I do this. I just couldn’t make myself go to the dinning hall when I knew we still had this here,” Goku admitted.

“I can’t say I blame you,” Gohan grinned as his stomach rumbled. If they kept eating like this though, with the limited exercise they got onboard a spaceship – the training arena was not suited for their power levels – he was going to grow chubby around the hips.

“Isn’t that Roma’s speaking tool?” Goku asked just before he sucked a bit of sauce off his thumb.

Gohan looked down at the unit in his hands. “Yeah – I had a thought that it would be easier for him to use if he could use the ki-code the shielders use, rather than have to type everything,” he sighed. “I just wish I had access to a lab….”

“You need access to a lab?” Goku asked. “I can get you in,” he stated with confidence.

“Why didn’t I think of that?” Gohan asked. He was always forgetting his father had made quite a few connections before he had been stationed aboard, too.

Goku shrugged at Gohan’s question. “Probably too wrapped up in thinking what little bits need to be changed in that thing.” Goku grinned – his son would do that often, think of something intricate, but miss the obvious. “I’ll call in a couple favors – after we eat,” he lifted one of the meat samosas to Gohan’s mouth and grinned as son took a chunk out of it, humming in appreciation of the flavors. “Keep moaning like that and it may have to be after something else, too.” Gohan blushed.

Goku grinned and shoved the rest of the meat pastry into his own mouth in order to clear his hands so he could take platters to the pine dining table. A table hadn’t been necessary when these were his own quarters, but when Gohan had started living with him, and they ate in the room more often, he’d finally uncapsulated the piece of furniture he’d brought from Earth. He could tell as they ate, though, Gohan was too distracted by his idea to want ‘something else’ after dinner.

So they put the dirty dishes in the sanitizing unit so they would be cleaned while they were gone and then Goku led Gohan through the ship’s hallways, leading them on a path to one of the technical labs he was most familiar with the person in charge. There were several people of varying species working on projects at different stations in the lab. Some of them looked up at their entry, but most of them were too engrossed in their undertakings to bother.

“Kakarott!” Someone to the right shouted in enthusiastic greeting. Goku turned to see who was addressing them and then grinned his hello. “I thought this technology thing was beyond you,” the maroon woman said as she drew closer.

Goku shrugged. “Most of it still is,” he agreed, “My friend here is fairly good at it though,” he pointed his thumb over his shoulder at Gohan.

The woman’s looks wouldn’t have made too much of an impact on Gohan, except it seemed this woman could be of the same species as Dabura. It reminded Gohan of how Kibito and Kaioshin had explained Dabura had been the king of the Demon Realm. “You must be Gohan.” Gohan squirmed at the once over he was given by those black eyes – it was hard to say just how he knew they were gazing him over good, since the spaces around her irises were black as well. “How cute! He blushes.” The woman’s black lips framed a toothy, white grin. “I can say, I see what the attraction is, Kakarott. I’d stay held up in my rooms as much as possible, too!”

“Ah – yeah. Gohan, this is Merlo,” Goku introduced his son to the woman. He still wasn’t certain that was her real name, but that’s what he’d always known her as, so introduced her as such. “Why don’t you tell her what you’re up to?” he suggested, hoping to divert the subject to something less personal.

Gohan pulled the key and speak out of the backpack he’d carried it in – along with a couple of notebooks and pens – and set it all on the nearest counter. “I want to see if I can get this to read ki rather than having to have the words typed out.” He saw Merlo’s eyebrow rise at the notebooks. Paper was expensive in space, but Gohan found sometimes it was easier for him to work with the things he’d first started lessons with on Earth. Besides, he’d found the items were stocked on Vengeance – so not as expensive as they could have been.

“Like the code the shielders use?” Merlo asked while her face grew thoughtful. After Gohan’s nod confirmed her guess she pulled her black hair into a ponytail, revealing two tiny black horns Gohan had been half-expecting, before she suggested, “Don’t use that one if it’s working. Follow me.”

Goku shrugged when Gohan looked over at him and then indicated with his hands his son should follow as the woman had asked. Then went after both of them towards the back corner of the lab.

By the time Gohan had caught up, Merlo had already unlocked a storage cabinet. “Stand back,” she warned. Both saiyans moved a couple of steps back before she opened the door. An avalanche of used electronics tumbled out onto the floor. “Ah – here,” she said, going straight to the portion of the pile she wanted and pulling out half dozen key and speak units that had been gutted to varying degrees.

“That’s an interesting filing system you have.” Gohan shook his head in amazement while he wondered if she used some sort of magic in order to the keep pieces from tangling with the rest of the mess still on the floor.

Merlo shrugged. “I suppose you think I should use capsules to keep these things contained?”

“Well…”

“Waste of capsules and time. Not all of us have the contacts Kakarott has and capsules aren’t free. So, are you going to take these?” she asked as she jiggled the string of wires, cases, speakers, circuit boards and various other electronic bits at Gohan.

Gohan took the mess from her. “Thanks!” He barely avoided stepping in the tip of her pointed tail before she tucked it up safely inside her lab coat somewhere. That wasn’t something Dabura had had – or if it were, the Demon King had hidden it well.

Merlo shrugged. “Thank Kakarott. One less favor I owe him – maybe two.” She sighed forlornly. “It’s all very sad when a devil owes a mortal. It’s just not how things are supposed to work!”

It took Gohan a couple of days to figure out how to get the ki speaker to work without blowing up the circuits with too much energy input and for the system to be fast enough to work with relative speed. After all, if it weren’t quicker than typing, what would the point be? It certainly was a good thing Merlo had all the broken ones he could paw through. He had to use all of them and some of the electronics she let lay on the floor. Gohan didn’t know if it were because she knew he’d have to revisit the pile or if it were just normal to have mounds of electronics hanging out on the floor. The lab’s other patrons seemed to make use of it as well.

Finally, using three power surge protectors, dozens of additional capacitors and resistors, the bits of scouters that read ki, and one very fast processor, he had a working model to present to Roma – although he had yet to design a case to contain the whole mess.

“So you just hover your hand over it like you do my hand,” Gohan instructed.

Roma placed his hand over the unit. ‘Like this. I guess so.’

“It’s a little slow – you may want to leave out words that can be taken for granted like ‘the’,” Gohan explained.

The only thing Gohan thought was missing was the ki speaker’s inability to display emotion. He wondered if there were a way to get a more animated display that could gage emotional response and change things such as ‘like this’ to curve the voice up at the end to indicate it had been a question.

‘Much easy than type.’ Roma admitted with appreciation. He already had experience with leaving out words and tenses others wouldn’t be sensitive enough to pick up and was able to adjust as necessary. ‘Now you finish we begin shield train again.’

“Sure – although, I’ll put together a better one for you to use, now that I know what needs to be done.” Now that he had a working model to show what they’d be converted into, Gohan didn’t think requisitioning new key-speak pads and scouters for the project would be seen as a waste. He wanted Roma to have a unit that didn’t make him sound as though he didn’t have an education.

~o0o~Vegeta’s monitoring of the ice-jin lead him to the conclusion the end of the war was near.

Vegeta shut off his review screen. The information from the two ships he’d let two of Gohan’s assailants take confirmed what Kakarott had reported. Although, having witnessed what he had, he didn’t think Kakarott understood the full scope of the behavior. Kakarott had been crafty, strong and fast enough to get away. Those two hadn’t.

Even if ice-jin hatred for saiyans was as much as saiyans harbored for ice-jin, Vegeta considered it overkill to send a couple dozen ships after one space pod with a single occupant. Not only that, but there hadn’t been a power game of cat and mouse – once within weapons range they’d fired upon the hapless cruisers. The fact they’d hit some of their own ships just to assure the target was obliterated was concerning. They hadn’t even bothered with trying to capture the cruisers to obtain more information – a bit short sighted as far as Vegeta was concerned.

The time had come to get Kakarott and Gohan aboard his ship and get the other species off of it. Kakarott would, of course, resist, not understanding the scope of his plan. It would be easier to get Gohan onboard and make Kakarott follow.

The prince sent a message to the informant he had hired aboard Gandlan in order to keep tabs on Kakarott. He had a new job for him.

~o0o~Back on Gandlan Goku has some disappointing news.

When Goku didn’t find Gohan in their rooms he checked with Roma. When the Senior Shielder indicated Gohan had left from practice an hour prior, Kakarott went to Merlo’s lab.

Sure enough, his son was bent over one of the counters soldering something to something else – still in his black Alliance uniform. It seemed once Roma was able to have almost normal relations with verbal speaking aliens, most of his people took an interest in the ki-speak and were learning the shielders’ ki-code in order to use the few models that had been cobbled together and sent out.

“You should just have the blueprints typed up and hand them over to Roma so his people can start their own production line,” Goku said as he hugged Gohan from behind.

Gohan put the soldering tool into its holder and leaned back into Goku. “Mmmm – I gave him the schematics days ago.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Doing something different with it now.” Gohan had the prototype unit he’d built for Roma strung out on the counter.

Goku had been in Merlo’s labs often enough recently to retrieve his zoning son to note some of the major differences. “Some of that looks like medical monitoring equipment.” He resisted the urge to shudder at the sight of I.V. ends. It was difficult to tell if Gohan was changing those out for the suction cups, or the suction cups out for the I.V. connections.

Gohan nodded. “I’m trying to get the system to read emotion as well as ki. Hopefully it will help work out some of the phrasing so people listening can tell the difference between sarcasm and a real question without the author having to say ‘just joking’,” he gave an example.

“Hmmm – maybe add a vid-screen so you can monitor how it sounds/looks without having to have Roma be a test subject all the time?” Merlo suggested as she came around the corner. “Tsk, tsk, you know my rules about sex in the lab,” she razzed as she eyed their entwined tails.

Goku mock snarled then winked. “I’m kidnapping him,” he said just before he I.T. the two of them from the lab.

Merlo rolled her eyes as she sighed before she turned the soldering tool and the light over the station off, because she knew Gohan wouldn’t be back for a while.

“Have I been held up in the lab that much lately?” Gohan asked once they appeared in their room. I.T.’ing them from the lab seemed like a fairly desperate tactic for his father to use.

Goku hugged him tighter before letting go. Gohan hadn’t been around as much as Goku would have liked, but he understood his son’s need to prefect the project. “Not really, but I have some news.” He couldn’t really demand Gohan to make sure he be in their room every time his shift was over – there was no way for Goku to predict when a job would be done for certain. Although the idea of Gohan on their bed waiting for him was very arousing.

“Not good news, I take it,” Gohan said at his father’s sigh.

“Yeah – I’m being sent on a recon mission,” Goku disclosed.

“Oh…how long?” Gohan was fairly certain he could occupy himself with the upgrades on the ki-speak for a couple of days.

“Twenty-four days.” Months ago, weeks by himself in space wouldn’t have bothered Goku much. His priorities certainly had changed since Gohan had re-entered his life.

“Twenty-four! That’s outrageous!” Gohan balked at the idea.

“I know, but in order to assure Gandlan isn’t anywhere near where I’m supposed to be, I have to give her a day to clear off.” What he didn’t feel he needed to say was how deep into ice-jin territory he was supposed to travel.

“When?” Gohan queried.

“Early tomorrow…”

“What? They couldn’t have told you sooner?” Less than forty-eight hours notice for a mission this long was unacceptable to Gohan – and this was much less than two Earth days.

“I guess this is the trickle down for us being late from SSJ Vengeance,” Goku assumed aloud.

Gohan shoulders drooped and he sighed – regaining his tail didn’t seem worth it. “Who is going with you?” he knew he wouldn’t be – there’d be no way his father would get anything accomplished if he were along.

“I’ll be alone. It’s too dangerous for anyone else, besides you or Vegeta – and we know Vegeta isn’t going to leave his ship.”

“And we both know why I won’t be going…”

Goku pulled Gohan to him and kissed him. “Yeah – I’d like to get a lot of that accomplished before I go.”

“Mmmm,” Gohan agreed as he put his hand on the back of Goku’s head and steered those lips back to his. “Twenty-four days worth within fourteen hours?” as long as they had the healing gel, Gohan thought he could manage that.

Goku nipped at Gohan’s lower lip as he snickered. “I will want to get some sleep – I won’t get much of it, since this will be a solo mission,” he admitted while brushing his son’s hair from his face and then kissed him again.

Gohan kissed Goku back, the thought of how long Goku was going to be gone bringing his enthusiasm down some. If it were a month or longer mission, Gohan would have found some way to be assigned to the mission, but with it being just a bit over three weeks, he couldn’t easily justify forcing his commanding officers to let him tag along.

He was going to have to work his way into the right mood – Gohan slowed the kiss down. There might come a point where he’d be okay with ‘frenzied’, but at the moment he wanted everything to last.

Taking his cue from Gohan, Goku adjusted his tactics. Rather than stripping his son naked and going immediately to the bed – which had been what he was planning – he pressed Gohan up against the wall that divided the bedroom from dining room. Purred his contentment when Gohan backed up just as directed. He placed his right hand on the wall over Gohan’s left shoulder in a authoritative manor and ran his left hand down Gohan’s right side – slow and intense, as though he owned every muscle he could feel under Gohan’s shirt. He’d learned touching Gohan with a lighter touch around his ribs would make him lose the mood in fits of laughter from being tickled.

Since his father’s hand wasn’t inciting him to giggle, Gohan pressed into the possessive touch with a satisfying hum.

More kissing followed – supple tongue touches, gentle nips, constantly moving lips. Growls and hums encouraged and challenged, the sounds tingling and charging between them. Touches by hands and fingers – some fleeting, others demanding. Some over clothing – some snuck their way around to find skin, which gradually grew in fervor until more of them found skin than material. Finally Goku brought his tail into play, teasing the tip of his around Gohan’s, who still had his tucked around his waist.

Gohan pulled his head back long enough to say, “Cheating,” a little breathlessly.

Goku hummed his agreement unremorsefully as he kissed down Gohan’s throat – snuck his hands all the way under his son’s shirt and lifted Gohan until his son hooked his legs around his hips and then carried him to a new, mahogany-like dining table. He set Gohan on the glossy tabletop and began lifting the snug, black shirt inch-by-inch, trailing the hem with a teasing tongue and little kisses over his son’s taut stomach as he revealed pale skin in slow increments.

Laughing intermixed with appreciative hums, but Gohan managed to say, “We both know better than the table…” a particular well timed nip made him gasp and then bite his lower lip.

Goku growled, remembering the one time they had tried – he’d had to request a new table. “I’ll move us to the bed before we get that far,” he guaranteed before he went back to licking and sucking his way meanderingly up Gohan’s torso like he’d found the source of the most interesting flavor in the universe. He felt one of Gohan’s hands tangle in his hair when he finally made it far enough to lick teasingly at one nude nipple.

Those dexterous fingers relaxed and tightened until Goku surmised Gohan had had enough of the teasing, because Gohan used the grip he had and forced Goku’s mouth fully into place.   He chuckled before he began sucking with intent, pulling increasing cries from Gohan, feeling the body under his twitch with a well-timed moment of increased suction, twirling tongue or growl.

When Goku finally pulled back from tormenting his right nipple, and gave his lover a moment to come back to himself while occupying his tongue and lips by moving them slowly towards the other, Gohan felt lightheaded; his breathing loud to his own hearing. His stabilizing elbow slipped just as Goku made his way across, and Gohan ended with his back fully against the table, Goku climbing over the top of him in pursuit.

The wood creaked ominously. “We’re going to have to get a table made out of something other than wood,” Goku threatened just before he zoomed in on his target.

It was difficult for Gohan to hold his chest still so he could enjoy the sensation, as his legs trembled and his hands gripped his lover’s biceps, the feeling of Goku’s mouth causing reaction through his entire body. Goku didn’t stay as long this time, pulling away when the table chastised them again. He climbed down from the surface with obvious reluctance. “Stay there.”

Gohan was pretty certain he wasn’t going anywhere at the moment while he tried to get his breath back again. Before he’d managed to do so, he heard a solid item being placed on the table’s surface. Turning towards the noise and opening his eyes he saw a bottle of lubricant. Goku had walked past the table to the bathroom after placing the bottle down. Now he came out of the bathroom with a couple of dark blue towels.

One of the towels was placed over the back of the chair nearest Gohan and the other across its seat before Goku began stripping quickly. Still sitting on the table, Gohan managed to get his shirt and shoes off in the same amount of time. His hands were gently batted aside as he began undoing his belt and then Goku took over the task. He hooked the chair with his tail and dragged it closer in order to sit on it. “Lift your hips,” he instructed Gohan.

While Gohan placed his feet on the outside edges of the chair to help lever himself, Goku grabbed the towel from the backrest and slipped it over the tabletop length-wise, then gripped his son’s pants and stripped them down his hips and thighs. He slipped them all the way off as Gohan sat back on the towel-covered table – freeing his feet in order for his father to do so.

When Goku crooked a finger at him, Gohan scooted forward. One of his ankles was placed on one of his father’s shoulders while Goku used his other hand to grab the bottle of lube.

The next portion of seduction began as a gentle, well-lubed massage, leisurely increasing in pressure, causing Gohan to groan and then pant. Air hissed through his teeth when he inhaled in reaction as Goku began penetration with a single, teasing finger. The unhurried glide and pull became Gohan’s only focus.

By the time Goku angled his hand so that perfect spot was getting a lot of dedicated attention, Gohan was the one doing most the work, using the tentative foot hold he had on the chair and leverage from his arms, bare skin on glossy wood, to work himself on Goku’s proffered finger.

Reading signals he’d to learn pay attention to – the increasing volume of Gohan’s cries, the escalating tempo of his son’s hips, the trembling shake of his tail – Goku knew just when to slip a second finger in with the first, before his son had to beg or demand it. The appreciative, deep groan that followed made him lick his lips and grin in anticipation.

It was never a certainty what Gohan would do next – at least not that Goku had been able to detect so far. His lover could either ride it out until completion or withdraw before he came. Goku had no idea what made Gohan make either decision, but Goku liked both endings.

This time, Gohan decided on pulling back, slipping away with a regretful groan. “Bed,” he panted.

Goku obliged, unhooking Gohan’s ankle from his shoulder and then lifting his son with a grip around the waist as he stood. Gohan settled against him easily, hooking his legs around Goku’s hips and letting himself be carried. A bit of an awkward moment, once Goku got to the foot of the bed, and hesitated before deciding what to do next: Gohan kissing gently at his neck and throat. Goku turned, his back to the mattress, and then sat on it, all the while Gohan held around his hips. Gohan’s kiss pressed to his lips surprised him, once they were settled, and he fumbled quickly as his son levered himself, bent knees coming up around Goku’s ribs, before settling in place. The swiftness of the joining momentarily made Goku breathless, his forehead ended up pressed against Gohan’s before his lungs remembered how to breathe again.

They sat still while Goku gained his breath back, the window to space presenting stars streaking past – a view they weren’t the slightest bit distracted by. When the chest against his grew steadier in cadence Gohan bent his lips to his partner’s, kissing, not showing even an inkling of intent to move anything lower than his arms any time soon. Wound up in the kiss, Goku didn’t really care, willing to enjoy the feeling of Gohan with him and around him.

Eventually tails started straying and teasing while the kissing continued. Gohan still wasn’t used to using his, so his touches weren’t as directed as his father’s. Goku had enough experience to catch his targets almost every time, getting Gohan to move in reaction, both of them enjoying the sensation as the involuntary movements were felt through their connection. Fingertips and nails drew or scratched random patterns on backs, sides and scalps.

As their breathing became more ragged, Goku used his tail to hint at his desire for completion. Gohan wrapped his arms around his lover’s neck loosely, biting gently at his father’s earlobe. He lost the hold with his teeth as Goku lifted him with a deliberate two-handed grip and moved him in rhythmic instinct.

Many more times in the next few hours they explored and created memories with touch, scent, sight and sound. When at last they thought they might have a big enough collection to hold them over for a few Earth weeks, they fashioned one last one of being able to fall asleep peacefully with the person at their side.

~o0o~A full week and some days after Goku left for his mission gave Gohan plenty of time to start doubting again.

Of course Gohan really missed Goku the first couple of days after his father left on the mission. It wasn’t always when he went to bed – alone – either. Now that he was shielding on a regular basis when Gandlan wasn’t in a battle, their schedules were rarely in sync enough for them to actually go to sleep together.

He busied himself with improvements to the ki-speak and shield training. Roma noted that when Kakarott was gone, Gohan seemed to throw himself into the training – as though trying to fill a void by focusing on something else.

The plan worked best for those first couple of days. Then it just seemed as though everything was dragging on too long. Twenty-four days had only been a guesstimate – there was no guarantee Goku would be back at the exact twenty-four day mark.

And that led Gohan down a thought path he really didn’t want to tread, but had no idea how to stop the cycle once it started.

There were no guarantees about anything they were doing. Without constant assurances he grew doubtful. He spent days questioning himself about things like: how long could it last? When would it end? How would it end? What if someone on Earth found out? What if his father decided this wasn’t what he wanted while he was on his mission?

Gohan was surprised out of one of many worrying spirals as he walked down the hallway after a shielding shift by a delivery at his door. Down the hall in front his quarters he saw the same furry creature who had given him his assigned scouter back when he’d first arrived. “Hello?” Or at least a creature of the same species; from what he had observed they had no determinate markings Gohan could see, but he had seen more than one of them grouped together in the mess hall, so he knew there was more than one aboard Gandlan.

The furry creature’s body language said it smiled, even though Gohan couldn’t see lips or face enough to see an actual smile. “Finally! This is my last delivery for the day, then I’m off! Sign here,” the mysterious data board appeared, as well as a stylus. As quickly as they appeared, they disappeared after Gohan had given his signature, and were replaced by a package. “Have a nice day!”

Whatever species the little furry guy was, Gohan concluded he was fast; not only with his hands, but as soon as Gohan had the small package firmly in hand, the little guy was gone. “I guess he found his perfect job.” He rattled the package as he nudged the door open. There was a bit of rattling, but thankfully no ticking. There was no way to know from the outside of the package who had sent it. Structurally it had seen better days, but whomever had it before it was delivered to Gohan had re-wrapped the outside of it with clean paper.

The package was placed on the counter while Gohan divested himself of his uniform and put on loose pants. He finally opened it, smiling as he saw a capsule holder and a data card; it was either a package from Bulma or his mother. He took the data card to the vid-screen so he could watch on a bigger plane rather than his scouter.

After turning the vid-screen on and placing the card in its port he sat down on the uncomfortable couch, pulling his legs up in order to sit cross-legged. Sure enough, an image of his mother came on screen. She looked sad and anxious. Her words confirmed it. “Oh, Gohan, I miss my boys! You and your dad. I’ve sent him a package as well, but who knows when he’ll receive it? When are you coming home? Can you visit? I hate these things…I wish you were close enough for an actual conversation.” The Chichi image sighed. “Goten has been threatening to join the cause as well…” Gohan sat up at that – his brother knew he was supposed to stay on Earth. Goten would only be threatening to come out here if Trunks was making the same decision. They needed those two on Earth to protect it. Chichi wrung her hands together. “If he goes, and you know I can’t stop him just as I couldn’t stop you or your father, I don’t know what I’ll do; Mt. Pazou is so isolated. Bulma said I could come live with her until you guys return, but I don’t know I want to live at Capsule Corporation with all those saiyans….” Gohan’s head cocked to the side in surprise, wondering what his mother meant. “Anyway, I sent you a care package. I’ve heard space isn’t the best place to find home cooked meals. Just don’t eat them all at once! Hopefully they’ll remind you of me and give you a bit extra incentive to come home.” Now there were tears in Chichi’s eyes. “I love you, Gohan.” Chichi left the screen, and there was some background grumbling about technology before the message blanked out.

Gohan didn’t notice the frown on his face as he stared at the capsule case in his hands. He wasn’t certain he could actually eat anything his mother made. At the moment he felt too guilty; for leaving his mother on Earth, for not being there to discourage Goten from going, for what he was doing while in space.

If Goten came out here Gohan knew he and Goku couldn’t continue. It was a sad reason for him to wish Goten to stay safe on Earth, but he couldn’t deny there was a part of him that felt that way. Goten would wreck something that shouldn’t be happening at all.

And when would he go home? What would happen then? It was going to be a struggle to let previous relationships return to what they had been before he’d left. Resentment would always be there. He knew he was no longer capable of letting things return as they had been.

The troubled demi sighed as he stood from the couch and walked to the kitchen, placing the capsule holder on the counter without ever opening it.

First he had to figure out how to get Goten to stay on Earth. If Trunks was having the same thoughts as his brother, then Gohan was certain he could wrangle Vegeta’s help on making sure the boys stayed on Earth. It wasn’t until that moment when Gohan really began to wonder how SSJ Vengeance was constantly restocked from Earth.

~o0o~ After consulting with Vegeta, Gohan makes a decision to go to SSJ Vengeance while his father is away.

“Reassigned to SSJ Vengeance?” Captain Jadus wasn’t happy to hear this. Gohan had every right to be on the saiyan ship. It was, after all, the man’s heritage. However, Kakarott was not going to be pleased to return from his mission to learn his son had left four days prior to his scheduled return. “Is there something I should know?”

Gohan resisted his natural inclination to fidget at a time like this. “I’m certain you’re well aware my relationship with Kakarott is…” He faltered over how to put what his relationship with his father was.

Captain Jadus waved off the need for the explanation. “Yes, yes. I do know. I’m wondering why you’re running away.” He stated shrewdly. The tokek hadn’t been aware of any disruptions in the saiyans’ relationship. He surmised Kakarott wasn’t aware of them either. Trying to determine what the powerful saiyan’s reaction would be upon returning to find his room empty – it wasn’t something Jadus wanted to contemplate, but Gohan was forcing this.

Gohan lost the battle to his natural inclinations when it came to a confrontation that wasn’t life threatening and finally stared at the floor and fidgeted. The situation seemed so much bigger than he could handle; completely out of his control. “If this war is ever over, I won’t be able to go home. Not with things as they are now. I’m hoping,” he took a moment to swallow, “I’m hoping to learn to cope with the loss before we go home.”

The tokek sat back in his chair, running one nail over his lips as he assessed Gohan’s words. “How do you think Kakarott will deal with this?”

“I don’t know, but I think it’s better do deal with this now, rather than later.” The demi knew their bonds were tight, but whether or not this was something Goku would handle with understanding was something it would better to find out the answer to in the middle of space rather than back on Earth.

“Very well,” Captain Jadus cleared his throat in order to regain Gohan’s full attention. “You’ll be reassigned to the saiyan ship. However, Gandlan will take you there.” He wouldn’t hang around SSJ Vegeance too close, but the captain would make sure they were near when Kakarott returned.

~o0o~A short time later in other world….

“ACK!”

Kibitoshin snorted awake from his nap at his elder’s squawk of dismay. “What?”

Rou Dai was flipping one of the pages of his magazine back and forth. “I’ve caught up!” It didn’t seem possible. Many times in the last couple of days he’d caught up to the point he was able to watch as the magazine wrote itself. Finding an actual blank page? There was only one time he could remember that happening before, and it hadn’t gone so well for him – that’s when he’d ended up inhabiting the Z sword.

“Caught up?” Kibitoshin couldn’t believe there weren’t any more stories in the pages of his elder’s magazine. The universe was still going on, even as they sat there. New pages should be writing themselves within even these few seconds.

“Oh, not on everything. Just the story line with the two saiyans in it.” It was like reaching the end of a novel and finding someone had torn out the last few pages – annoying to say the very least. However, since he knew what had happened before, he was taking precautions and being weary of his immediate surroundings.

“So? Where did it stop?” Kibitoshin asked his ancestor, not realizing the full implications.

Rou Dai let the final page fall back into place as he pursed his lips and hummed. “Gohan boarding Vegeta’s ship and hooking up his newest version of the kispeak to a shielding unit.” The elder sighed and stood to his feet, dusting off the back of his outfit. “Is that ball thing around somewhere?” he wanted a bird’s eye perspective on the next few moments.

“You know – I haven’t seen it for some time.” Kibitoshin answered honestly while wondering where something like that could go, if it were just the two of them on the planet.

“I’d much rather watch this first hand rather than through the magazine.” Rou Dai explained before he started hunting for the crystal ball.

~o0o~Goku comes back from his mission to find Gohan’s not on the Gandlan.

The excitement and nervous tension that had built in Goku’s gut the closer he’d gotten to the Gandlan had no outlet once he was on board. “What do you mean ‘he left’?!”

At least Kakarott was only yelling. Captain Jadus knew someone with that much power had to practice restraint everyday. “He said you should contact SSJ Vengeance once you had returned.”

Goku stopped pacing and stared at the tokek. “What do you mean I should contact the ship? Why not him?”

The amphibian opened his hands and spread his arms in a gesture of uncertainty. “I really have no idea what Gohan has done once he boarded Vegeta’s ship.”

Goku sighed, but before he could speak the Captain continued. “I have, however, kept close tabs on the saiyan ship after we dropped him off.”

“Already calculated my reaction, did you?” Goku asked. After the Captain nodded Goku continued. “I’ll contact Vegeta and let him know we’re on our way.” If the prince had any hand in Gohan making this decision, then his royal ass was going to pay for it.

Sometimes Jadus wondered who really ran his ship. It wasn’t really in his power to tell Kakarott no though.

~o0o~
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