My flesh my blood

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters

First Chapter


Sleep doesn’t seem to want to claim me, and for no apparent reason; I’m suffering of insomnia. I usually do some training, meditating or even exhaust myself to unconsciousness. But I don’t feel like it tonight, what we call night is only the part of the day we use to sleep since there’s no night in here. It’s been 7 months that Gohan and I are training in that room.

Talking of him, he’s calmly sleeping in the bed next to mine. Even awake he looks harmless but when he’s asleep, dammit, he’s pathetic; no defences. He reached Super Saiyan last week but he’s still no match for me. I can feel his strength though, and I know he will surpass us all. Yet for the moment, he’s weak, I could do what I want with him. He’s not only physically weak but mentally too, he has such trust in me, sure, I’m his father, but he doesn’t know me well. Nobody knows me well. Though, I always hide my true self from them. I’m not such the baka they all think I am. I try my best every day to mask my desire to fight, to kill; my bloodlust from my family and acquaintances by some stupid grins or little sparring matches, but it’s becoming harder. Especially since Vegeta is around, sometimes, I want to beat him into a bloody pulp for all his insults. One day, I will teach him to talk to me like that, to talk to someone stronger than him like that. Alright, punishing my little Ouji would be very entertaining. I’ll see to that later, if Cell didn’t already finish him off.

Gohan needs some extra sleep, I have to say that I didn’t go easy on him yesterday... but I’m afraid he won’t get it any soon. He must have been wondering what my problem for being so violent is ... he’ll find out sooner than he thought. I smirk to myself; I canveryvery evil when I want.

I sit up on the edge of my bed and look at the little form sleeping in front of me. His chest heaves slightly as he breathes. I take a deep breath, his scent invading my nostrils, arousing me a bit more. I already was in a horny state from my earlier thoughts but now, damn, those spandex pants are beginning to be too tight for my taste.et tet to my feet and walk silently to his side. He is only 10 years old, just a kid, but I don’t care, I want him, need him, now. I take the blanket covering his lower regions and throw it at the feet of his bed. He shivers in his sleep…like he knows I’m coming for him. He only has his boxers on; there’s not much to get in my way. I levitate on top of him, slightly touching his front. I don’t want to wake him up, not yet. I rip up a part of the sheet re-covering the mattress and let the long piece fall to the floor, I doubt it but if he decides to fight me I can use it to hold him still. I put my hand on his left cheek and stroke it gently; my other hand reaches for his collarbone and down his muscled torso. As I touch him he begins to awake. I wait until he regains all his consciousness. A chuckle escapes me at the confuse look on his face.

“Hi son.” I say as I stop levitating and let all my weight on him, forbidding him to get away.

“D—dad, what are you doing?!”

His voice is hesitant and confused but it’s funny the boy even found the courage to talk. Without answering I just trust my hips downward on him. His confuses eyes send me a fearful gaze as he senses my arousal on his stomach. He’s maybe just a kid but he’s smart enough to realise what’s coming. It’s really pathetic to know his own fate and don’t be able to change it. I pity him somehow. I try to push his legs apart with my knees but it’s like he crushed them together, I try to separate them with my hands but he begins to back away and to push at me with his hands. I give a frustrated growl as I grab his wrists, bring them to his back and tie them together with the shredded cloth I tore earlier.

“Stay still!” I order as I finally spread his legs and settle between his parted tights.

My hands roam on his waistband a bit before tearing his boxers off of him, baring him to my view. I really need to get those spandex off! But I have to be patient a little longer, no need to hurry.

He struggles like a trapped animal, even though his hands are tied behind his back. Like if it would help him ... I settle my head at the crook of his neck and breathe in his sweet scent. I then catch hold of his hair with a hand and bring his head back forcefully, a little cry escaping him. The boy starts to struggle harder, thrashing about in sheer panic. He doesn’t know it, but it would be better for his own good to stop moving; the friction he causes is absolutely delightful and it just makes me want more of his fighting. I lick up at his neck slowly and let go of the hold I have on his hair. For a second his gaze settles on mine, and I can make out the tears in his eyes before he looks away.

“S—stop it, please, don’t do it.” He implores weakly.

“Shut up Gohan! It’s the only thing you can do since there’s nothing that could possibly make me stop.” I snap back sharply.

Then, I soften my feature and let one of my handsce dce down his chest slowly, gently.

“It’s not my fault you know, I’m doing this all because of your fucking mother.”

The hand that was on his chest slides down until I get a hold of one of his tights and squeeze it until Gohan winces in pain. My other hand grabs his chin and I force him to look at me. His eyes fix on mine and I can see he’s trying to hold his tears. I press myself down on him completely and give him the cruellest smirk I can muster.

“Don’t you know why?”

I don’t let him the chance to answer and start again.

“You remember 3 years ago, when I came back and decided to train you with Piccolo for the androids? Then, that bitch got frustrated that you wouldn’t study anymore and decided that it was my entire fault. She decided that I couldn’t touch her anymore. Do you know what I mean Gohan? I didn’t have her in 3 damned years! Sometimes, I would be so mad that I had to go in the forest and kill some animals just to relax myself. ”

I put my lips to his, still looking in his eyes.

“But I won’t wait for release any longer. I need something from you and I’ll take it... No.Matter.What.”

I kiss him roughly and get off of him to pull off my pants. He watches in horror as I come back on him. Before he can even blink, I push his legs apart and shove myself into his body with a trust. He screams in pain as his internal walls are ripped apart. He’s so tight and warm, I groan in pleasure as I slam in him again and again. His tears finally make their path down his cheeks as he starts to cry and whimper in pain.

“Stop it.. just make it stop .. please.. please..”

I bring my hands to his tights and spread his legs wider so I can go even deeper into him. I can sense blood from my vicious intrusions, and the scent of it is fogging my mind, along with the excruciating pleasure spreading through me.

Gohan tossed his head to the side and his eyes are closed tightly, tears still spilling out. Screams and pleas escaping him.

My hands slid up to his hips and start rocking them in time to mine so my trusts become faster, deeper and harder. My moans are getting louder as I near climax, release I waited so long for. Such a good little fuck, and the boy is all mine, only mine.

My muscles clench as my pleasure builds, ah, it’s been so damn long. And then, everything goes white with a last trust and I sink my teeth in the boy’s neck to muffle my scream as I come into him. Gohan gives a last strangled cry as I bite him and fades into unconsciousness. His blood flows in my mouth as I suck at the wound and drink in the coppery taste.

I stay on him for minutes before regaining all my wits. I withdraw from him and get to my feet to look at his limp form. His head is still tossed to the side, exposing my bite mark, and there’re bruises on his tight and hips from my earlier grip on them. His hands are still tied behind his back, too. I don’t bother and turn away from him.

I walk to the bathroom to take a shower. I need to get the scent of blood off of my body. It’s not that I dislike it but it’s just that it’s too damn arousing and I’ll end up fucking Gohan to death if I continue to smell it on myself. Not that I don’t want to take him again, because I will, I just want him to last long enough for my satisfaction.

I step in the shower and turn on the hot water as hot as I can take it.

It’s weird even for me, being attracted to my own son, but I don’t really give a damn about that. It’s not like I love him as a lover; I only feel desire for him.. it’s like I crave his body... need it.

I wonder why I waited all this time to take him; it’s been 1 year now that I wanted him. Guess it was because of the others, I wanted to be alone with Gohan to make my move. If I’d taken him on Earth, the Z fighters would have been too close for my taste, maybe not in the next km but still on Earth, still close. But here, it was perfect, nobody could come to disturb me and I had one full year. Anyway.

I take the soap and rub it across my skin, washing my body over. I step back under the water spray and let it clean away the little soap buds. The water is getting cold so I exit the shower and head back toward the other room. I take a towel on my way and dry myself as I walk up to the beds.

I’m tired, I’ll get some sleep before waking Gohan up, he needs rest too. I lay down on my own bed and turn around to look at his unconscious body, the blood on him is dry now but the scent is still strong in the air, such a great scent.


*** 10 hours later ***

I open my eyes slowly, yawn and stretch a bit before standing up and searching for my discarded clothing. I take my spandex, armour, boots and gloves and put them on. I turn back to Gohan’s bed and, to my surprise; he’s not there anymore. He must have woken up and left when I was sleeping. Good, at least he’s not as weak as I thought he was. But if he tries to hide from me, it’s a lost cause; I’ll find him wherever he is. I concentrate on his ki and teleport to him.


***

It’s astonishing! He’s just there, doing a stupid warm up, looking in my way with wrath in his eyes. It isn’t what I expected, I thought he would be scared of me, not be completely defiant. That angers me to no ends, that little runt! I’ll teach him to look at me like that!

I glare at him as I talk.

“Enough, come on and fight me.” I order in a growl.

I remark he put on his spandex pants. He’s got bags under his eyes and it’s obvious to the way he’s standing that it hurts like hell to do so.

But still he only hesitates the fraction of a second and launches himself at me, I dodge the blow, going into Super Saiyan and hitting him hard in the face. He crashes to the ground and comes back at me, turning Super Saiyan in his course.

His blow was pathetic; there was barely any force to it. I’m surprised he even succeeded in going Super Saiyan. He’s slower too; it’s just too bad for him.

I teleport in front of him and kick him with all my might on the ribcage, breaking 3 of his ribs in the process. He gives a throaty groan and tries to shoot me with a blast but I teleport again, behind him this time and kick him on the head, sending him crashing to the ground. He spits out some blood before charging me with difficulty and hitting me in the stomach. I don’t even move an inch at it and smirk at him as I kick him under the chin, sending him flying into the air. I use my instantaneous transmission to get behind him and let my two joined fists connect with the nape of his neck. He hits the ground with a thud, letting go of his Super Saiyan form at the shock.

He tries to stand up but his injuries prevent him to. It was rather easy to beat him into the dust since he is really weakened by our earlier ... encounter. He’s beaten but I’m not finished with him yet, he’ll never dare me again with those eyes of his, I’ll make him fear me to the core of his soul.

I lend to his side and look down at him with a superior smirk, and he just looks away.

“So Gohan, are you already finished?” I ask sternly, but mockingly.

I hear him swallow but he doesn’t answer. I kick him in his already broken ribs and he winces in pain.

“Answer me!”

“What does it look like?” he replies sarcastically.

How dare he! Now I want to kill him, but I have to control myself. Damn, it’s like he’s enraging me on purpose!

I take him by the hair and force him up, so he’s facing me at eye level; his feet away from the ground. He gives a pained groan as I elevate him. He wants to play it that way with me huh? Alright, you deserve what’s coming to you, son.

“I don’t think you’re done yet.” I say as I turn him around, pressing his back to my chest and placing my hands on his ribcage to support him up.

Gohan’s breathing quickens and I feel his body stiffen with the little force he still possesses. My right arm snakes around his waist and holds him to me tightly, while my free hand roams on his torso. I press into his flesh until I can feel what I was searching for... ribs.

I apply some pressure with a finger on one, and break it, tearing a scream out of Gohan. He’s gasping in pain now, a little flow of blood coming out of his mouth. Guess I broke a good one, perforated a lung.

I lower my head to his ear and whisper softly, quite gently in it.

“Alright son, prepare yourself; ‘cause it’s gonna hurt like hell.”

I press my finger a little higher and break another rib. Then I just change of emplacement and break another one and another one again; tearing pain-filled screams each time out of my boy. Those screams ... sweet music to my ears.

I stop for a moment, and it seems he’s trying to say something.

“ . .. ... Why…? ” He asks in a whisper.

“Because you deserve it Gohan, because I want to and because there’s nobody to stop me… to save you; you’re mine.” I say calmly.

I turn him around to face me. His eyes look into mine with sorrow evident on his face. I lick at the trail of blood running down his chin and press our lips together roughly. His mouth opens under mine as I break another one of his ribs and he cries out again. His blood flows in my mouth with its exquisite savour, seducing my senses. I’m heavily aroused by all this but I won’t use him now, I know he wouldn’t take it. I break another rib, savouring the moment as he screams in my mouth one last time before passing out cold.

I let him drop to the floor to have a full look of him. There’s blood flowing freely out of his mouth and his nose now, his torso is turning to a shade of red and purple from all the internal injuries I just caused. I want to let him right there where he is but I know he’ll die if I do so. I pick him up and fly back to the room.

Arrived there, I lay him down on his bed and head toward a closet. After some seconds of searching I find what I was looking for; a senzu bean. I brought some, knowing that they could get useful.

I sit next to Gohan and shake his shoulder to wake him up; it does nothing so I slap him on the cheek. He shudders, tries to open his eyes but closes them tight surely due to the pain he must be feeling. I’m waiting for him to look at me; I want to see his gaze. He tries to open his eyes again and seems to succeed in putting the pain away enough to do so. His face is confused as he looks around, must be wondering where he is. Then, his head turns toward me, his pupils seem to become smaller and his mouth opens slightly in a gasp. I smirk at him and he starts to choke on the blood in his throat, as it seems he forgot to breathe. My smirk turns to a scowl and I open my hand in front of his face, exposing the senzu bean.

“Eat it before you die of your injuries.” I say harshly and accusingly, like if it was his fault.

He’s not even able to lift an arm so he just takes it from my hand with his mouth and swallows it hardly. The effects begin to appear immediately as his chest turns from purple to its original skin colour and as he starts to breathe normally again. I get up and lay on my own bed, glancing at the ceiling.

“Go take a shower, you need one.” I say, smelling the air.

He doesn’t say a thing as he gets up and disappears from my sight. He’s maybe healed but the scent of his blood is still strong on him and it’s hard not to just jump on him and fuck him blind. That thought reminds me painfully of my hardness, which didn’t lessen a bit. I take off my gloves and slid one hand into my pants. I stroke myself firmly, to make it quick. I bit on my lower lip to stop the moans that want to escape my mouth. After a few firm stokes, I feel my muscles contract and my body spasms before I come into my hand. Damn, now I need a shower too. I take off my clothes and armour and wipe myself with my pants; I’ll just have to wash them later. I put on my boxers and sit back on the mattress.

It’s impossible how I can want Gohan, just seeing him and I feel lust overwhelming me. I want him but I’ll have to wait, wait that he mentally recovers a bit; he has been raped and barely beaten to death. He needs time and I can be patient. I still have 5 months alone with him anyway.

As I’m thinking to myself, the sound of running water stops and is replaced by another one. I get up and walk without any noise toward the bathroom. I glance inside and see Gohan sitting in a corner. His knees are brought up against his chest, his arms around himself in a self-protective manner and he’s crying in his knees. I watch silently as his little form is wracked by his strangled sobs.

He looks up, and our gazes meet. I keep a stoic face and just look at him. His blood-shot eyes are filled with tears, and the expression on his face is filled with an endless sorrow and despair, and betrayal. I can read him so easily by just looking at those eyes of his.

He turns his head away from me and it seems he wants to disappear. Must be that.

I shrug and give a silent sigh as I get back to my bed and fall asleep immediately for the first time since I entered that hyperbolic time chamber.


*** 3 months later ***

The 3 last months passed rather slowly, the hours felt like years, having to look at Gohan yet do nothing about my growing desire. The time I spend with him is only training.

He changed a big deal. He’s harder and stronger when we fight. But he never looks at me in the eyes, barely talks at all and never approaches me out of sparring. It’s thoroughly pissing me off. But hey, should have expected that.

During all those damned 3 months I didn’t force myself on him again, I didn’t beat him too hard, to let him a chance. But I know; he’ll never recover.

He’s so scared, afraid of what I could do. And he’s right to be. I gave him a slack for a while, but now it’s enough.

And I’ve thought of another way around... a little `surprise` I’m sure he’ll enjoy. Well, in one way. Really, it’ll be worth my wait. I miss the feel of him so much.

I’m only a km away from the main little room so I run to it and a minute later I enter it. The boy went to take a bath earlier; I’ll just join him. I strip and enter silently, I can see him, sitting in the water, his eyes are closed in comfort and he’s calm.

It’s one of the rare times I can see him without fear or stress so I take in the sight. I love peering on him when he’s relaxed, I’m like the predator watching and analysing its prey before attacking.

I walk to the tub and slip in the water. His eyes open wide in panic and froze on mine as I sit in front of him.

“I thought that maybe I could join you, can I?” I ask him with a gentle smile.

He looks around nervously for any escape but nods slightly in defeat; having realised there’s no way out.

“ Gohan, we need to talk. ” I say, my tone low and aggressive.

“About what?” He asks, his voice barely audible.

“You know what, the way you are acting, it’s like you’re afraid of me, you have no reason to be. I don’t like it. ” I tell him wickedly.

I enjoy mentally torturing him that way, say things I know he feels end then deny my actions on him like I wasn’t the one who did them. It makes him so uncomfortable.... He would never dare object.

“Sorry father.” He apologises, looking down at the water.

He sees the rippling in the water as it reflects my movement as I approach him and he looks up at me in panic. As I reach him, he cringes against the tub but he can’t go farther than he already is. He tries to help himself up with his hands but slips in his hurry and finds himself completely under me. A satisfied smirk forms on my lips as I lower my head and brush our lips together as I talk.

“I know I hurt you, but you have to trust me, I won’t cause you similar pain again.”

With one hand I push his shoulders down so only his head is out of the water. He does not move, must be remembering where struggling got him last time. I press my other hand down his chest, appreciating the feeling of his skin underwater.

I look down at his face to see him staring up at me. He’s afraid to death, petrified. Don’t worry Gohan, it won’t hurt... physically.

I grab his crotch and start to stroke him, very slowly. His breath is taken away for a second and his eyes shot up at me with confusion. Off course, he’s only a ten years old boy, never had anyone touch him there that way.

A deep flush appears on his face and he turns it to the side. His body is twitching and his hands form into tight fists in the water. I continue the slow motion of my handhim him and watch with amusement his reaction. He starts to pant loudly and he closes his eyes forcefully.

I bring my head down to his throat and kiss him softly there, then higher, to his chin. I press his now hard shaft a little harder and he tosses his head to the other side, biting his lower lip to keep elf elf silent. His eyes are closed, preventing me from knowing his emotions.

I turn his head back to me with my free hand and kiss him. I give a hard stroke to his erection and he moans, opening his mouth for me unwillingly. I push my tongue inside his mouth, tasting once again his sweet taste. I break the kiss and pull away, letting go of him completely. He turns automatically to the side and curls up into a ball in the water, his head still out. His eyes are still closed, but now I can see tears flowing out of them.

Slowly, I take hold of him, a weak ‘no, please’ escapes him. Ignoring his plea, I just replace his body where it was; pressed down to the bottom of the tub. I take his little arms and wrap them around my neck; he lets them there, surely thinking it better not to move. Then I take his knees and bend them, as I place myself between his legs. Yet again he doesn’t move but I feel all his body tremble against mine in fear.

“Not again ... . please don’t. I beg you ... please.. father.. ..” He whispers with a sorrowful voice.

“Begging will get you no where Gohan.”

And then, with a swift movement I just trust into him, burying myself to the hilt. Gohan winces in pain, but it must be more of an enormous discomfort than pain, due to the fact that the water serves as lubricati

I slid out of him slowly and trust back in at the same pace. The tightness inside him is incredible; it’s so good. I start up a slow pace, trusting inside him and out. I feel Gohan’s arms tighten around my neck and his legs shake slightly at my sides.

I chuckle to myself and trust back in him harder, hitting his prostate and earning a surprised yelp. I fasten my trusts, brushing against his sweet spot the more I can.

I have some prob con concentrating, but I can still make out the boy’s face as I look down at him. His face is flushed completely and he’s biting his lower lip again to stop his moans. His eyes are closed too, and he’s crying.

I look away from his face and just focus my mind on fucking him. Hardening my trusts and going faster onto him. The water splashes about as I slam his body in the tub repeatedly, my pleasure building with each passing moment.

Then I feel Gohan’s inner walls tighten suddenly on me as he comes. Within seconds he brings me over the edge with him, spilling my seeds into him.

The boy’s body falls completely limp under mine, his arms slipping from my neck, back to the water.

I pant, exhausted, as I recover in the aftermath. Gohan’s ki is lowering rapidly as he falls asleep.

I stand up and pick him out of the water, drying us both with my ki. I get out of the bath and walk toward the beds. I lay him down on one and cover him with the blanket. I turn to my bed and lay on it, closing my eyes before falling in a deep sleep.


*** 13 hours after ***

I awake and sit at the edge of the bed. I look around and see Gohan deeply asleep under his cover. I get up and walk directly to the washroom to take up my discarded clothes and put them on. I pick Gohan’s suit and bring it back to the principal room so the boy can get dressed when he wakes up.

I’m hungry so I go to the refrigerator and takt sot some plates filled with food from it, closing the door with my foot since my arms are full. I put it all on the table, sit on a chair and begin to eat my breakfast.

I stare intently at my sleeping son as I eat. It’s strange; I have no feeling about him... absolutely nothing
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After my fifth plate he begins to stir in his sleep and awakes seconds later. I watch him stare at his clothes before putting them on and come in my direction. He stares at me as I enter his sight and his face flushes in shame. I smile wickedly in his direction and he looks at the floor. So, how does it really feel now huh? To get raped and yet having your body enjoy it.

I plaster an innocent look on my face and smile at him.

“Hi Gohan, come on, sit and eat. We have a big day today. We have to keep training hard.” I tell him, inviting him to sit next to me.

I know it puzzles him when I act as if nothing had happened and I like to have him confused, not knowing how to play my game or if I even play one with him. I look at him as he sits and begins to eat slowly and I turn back to my food.


*** 2 weeks later ***


Gohan went to sleep one hour earlier, as I decided to take a walk to think to myself. We had been sparring for 30 hours straight and we were both completely out.

Just before he left, something impressive happened. I had just told him that it was time we’d stop and he told me to wait. I turned toward him and his power suddenly increased dramatically and he reached the level beyond Super Saiyan. Not the one that I obtained that makes me extremely powerful but slow. The boy’s power was unbelievable; he is stronger than I now am, stronger than everyone else is.

He is also different, his ki has changed, I don’t know how but I feel there’s something more in his ki and I know it has nothing to do with his new power. This change in him makes me feel different around him too. I don’t need him anymore, the lust I once felt for his body just.. faded. I still enjoy myself by beating the crap out of him, but nothing more. The fact that he’s stronger than me means nothing; he can’t control his new power so he can’t use it against me.

I’ll just train him for the 2 monthat hat we still have in here. I have to discipline him, make him learn to shut his mouth about all that happened in that lost place. I’ll make him know the complete definition of suffering if he isn\'t able to keep silent. Not that I fear something of these other morons he could talk to, but I don’t want to have to kill them all... I would have nothing to play with after.

To be continued....