Cure for the Bitch

Cure for the Bitch.

Hello again! Yes, this is just one of the many fics I’m momentarily working on. I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. And as usual, DO NOT FLAME ME!!! I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU THINK, JUST KEEP IT TO YOURSELVES!!! Now that that’s out of the way….please enjoy.

Disclaimer: This does get annoying after a while. Oh, alright, I’ll say it. I don’t own DB/Z/GT Akira Toriyama hails all ownership. Damn it.



It was weird, really. One day we were together, I don’t remember what we were doing, but we were sitting pretty close. I look over at him. It was such a nice day. Until this day I can remember everything about that day, every detail from the shape of the clouds to the way the ground was cracked, I spent enough time looking at it.

Until I looked up at him. I don’t know what the hell was wrong with me, or rather, what was it about him, I don’t know. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like…you know, he’s weird, it didn’t bother me. What bothered me was what went through my mind when I did glance up.

Now, I would have liked to think that I was a normal person, who liked what normal, well, as normal as a demi-Saiyan’s can get, guys would like. But at that moment, the norm had ceased to exist like I thought it did. I really didn’t think I could ever think what I was thinking about him but that’s the direction my thoughts took me. Of course, I don’t voice what I’m thinking, I ignore it and try to shake it off. Maybe it’s just one of those things people curiously think about from time to time. Just a passing phase. Yeah.

Anyway, I looked up at him and actually stuttered what I was going to say. What the hell? What was I stumbling over my words like a shy school girl for? This is insane, I can talk to him like I talk to anybody else, it was never hard before. But that time, I felt my mouth go dry and my stomach flutter. Damned if I knew what the hell was happening. It was like someone dumped the stuff into my head and it took over from there. I’m foreign to these kinds of things, or at least I should have been. Shake it off, ignore it, it’ll go away.

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Okay, so it didn’t go away.

Today is not the kind of day it was last week. Funny I noticed that. Today, was the day I normally come on weekends to visit him, like I always do. Nothing out of the ordinary. His wife went somewhere with his daughter, who cares where. I hate her. His daughter looks like a younger version of my mother, and that’s not a good thing.

She’s 13 and if all of a sudden it’s right for 13 year olds to be whores, well…I missed something.

I may sound condescending, so she screws around with boys IN THE HOUSE, she’s just a bit misguided. Yuh huh. She’s a whore. What bothers me though is that he lets it happen.

Considering the environment he grew up in, a bit different from mine, I can’t believe it happened. Worst part is, he doesn’t do a thing about it.

“She’s a teenager and that’s what teenagers do.” He said. Nice excuse.

He turned out be nothing his mother wanted him to be, and everything he should have never been. The father of a slut and the husband of a stuck up shrew who flaunts her money in his face. So what she’s rich, it’s not like she worked for it. Her father did, even though it was better described as cheating and lying, it still was hard earned. I mean, it can’t be easy being a world class liar.

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He’s offering to play games with me, like we do that anymore. It’s been a long time since I’ve been a child, he’s going to need more than games to amuse me. When that doesn’t work, he asks if I want to order some food. Now he’s talking. Sure, I tell him. Don’t know what we’re going to do when the food’s gone though.

Things like sleeping over at his house are just done for the sake of staying together, as my mother calls it. Dad could care less, he barely comes to visit. Oh, it’s not that he doesn’t want to. He’s dead. And he left without giving a shit about me or Mom, or my brother. Just up and left, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

He comes back into the room and sits beside me, stretching his arm over the back of the couch right behind my head.

“I, uh, think it’s been a pretty long while since we’ve actually stopped to speak to each other, what with you going out every weekend with your friends.” I nod, not really feeling like talking to him right now.

“So uh, how’s it going in school?” Did he have to ask? It’s the most generic question I’ve ever heard, and the only thing that makes it worse is that I’m not in school. I haven’t been for three years. “Oh, its fine.” I answer, just to indulge him.

This couch is really beginning to itch at my ass and I shift uncomfortably, trying not to make it obvious. He looks at me with that look, like he knows what I’m thinking.

“You alright?”

“Fine.” I mutter and force myself to keep still.

“Things aren’t like how they used to be, you know, ever since----

“What kind of food did you order?” Now really isn’t the best time to talk about this, I don’t see why he tries to bring it up. Again.

He sighs and reluctantly changes the subject to the Thai food he’s ordered on the phone. Damn this couch! His cheap bitch wife spends all her money on her daughter and herself, nothing ever goes to comfort. Speaking of which, I’m really not looking forward to sleeping in that creaky old bed tonight.

I switch on the tv and surf the channels for something to watch. Bullshit, crap, pretentious crap, unbelievably unamusing crap, then I finally settle on something worth watching and lean forward, resting my chin on my hand. The movie on looks mildly interesting----

“So, I guess now isn’t a good time to talk?”

“Not now.” I mumble.

“When?” Never, I hope. I’m just here because I had little say in the matter, as sad as that sounds.

“Later.” I’m lying, if I don’t want to converse with him now, I sure as heck don’t want to hear his mouth later.

“When is later?”

“Not now!” I snap. It’s hard to ignore him when the volume on this cheap tv can’t go any higher than his voice. I really should know better than to raise my voice at him, a few years ago you couldn’t pay me to be rude, but now, things are different. I really don’t give a shit.

“Damn it, Goten, you always do this! Every time I want to talk----

“Well, I don’t want to talk. Ever think of that?!” He’s really starting to annoy me.

I yelp when he grabs my arm and tugs so hard I think it’s going to pop out of its socket.

“Ow! What the fuck are you doing, let me go!” I yell, trying to yank my arm back, but he has a preposterously strong grip on it. My other hand swings for his head and he catches it with such ease it makes me even angrier. Not exactly the most pleasant reminder of how much stronger than me he is.

“Why don’t you quit being a little bastard and just talk to me for once. Just because he’s dead, doesn’t mean you have to act like a prick all the time! I bust my ass to make shit nice for you and you always have an attitude. What the hell is wrong with you?” He screams right in my face.

“Nice, you call this nice?! Every time I come here I’m reminded of how much of a bitch your wife is because sh----

WHAM!

My head flies back swiftly, spit flying out of my mouth. The hit is unexpected, he lets go of my arm and I’m tumbling off of the couch. On the floor, I rub my enflamed cheek and glare murder up at him. If that’s the way he wants it…

I get up fast and ram myself into him, knocking him to the floor. I swing my fists wildly, grabbing at him and pulling his arms down so I can pummel his face. He struggles against me, and I guess I’m too mad to notice it, but his left arm disappears from my sight for a split second and strikes me in the stomach so hard I’m thrown off of him and his right hand blurs up to crush my jaw. My body flies through the wall of his kitchen, cracking into the sink.

He walks up to me fast and lifts me by the front of my shirt, yanking me up on to my feet. “You want to try that again?”

I growl at him and spit blood into his face, smiling sadistically. He scowls menacingly and pulls him arm back to punch me again. The blow makes my sight go white with pain, and I know he put a great deal of force into it. My shirt tears, but he still holds on, shaking me violently until my head rattles. “I didn’t want to have to do that, but sometimes you need an ass whipping to set you straight!”

“Fuck you.” I groan, blood gushing out of my nose and down my face to drip on his hand.

“I don’t think you’re in a position to be insulting me right now.” He says confidently, one hand going to wrap around my throat. All I did was not want to talk to him and I’m getting the shit beat out of me, while his skanks for a family get to parade around like they're the cream of the fucking crop, not giving a damn about what he thinks. And this is what I get for mouthing off.

Suddenly he drops me and I fall to my knees, coughing and wheezing. The bastard nearly choked the life out of me! He would have never hit me if Dad was around. He would have known what was good for him then. Even as a child Dad could roast both of our asses without even using a tenth of his strength. It happened. The headache we woke up from was brutal, I remember.

“You think you’re the strongest in the universe now, huh big guy? Yeah, just because Dad is gone, you’re the shit now. Boy who once had potential to be something great and wasted it on a high class bitch just to spawn a daughter out of nothing. Love? Hardly.” I laugh, my lips stinging.

He just sneers down at me, while I get up to dust myself off, like it didn’t hurt. Feh.

“Not so hot now, huh? Married to a rich girl and still manages to live dirt cheap. This isn’t home, this is hell. Mom wanted you to get out of the house and become a scholar. But at the sight of some rich girl pussy, you become a kindergarten teacher who says he likes to work with kids. Why, because they are what you wish your own daughter was?”

“Shut up, Goten!”

“You wanted to talk, so now we’re talking. Just because you don’t like the subject doesn’t mean I’ll stop to save your precious feelings.” I mock, feeling bolder and more reckless than ever before. I’d have to be, talking to him like this. But I don’t care, he doesn’t scare me.

“Shut the fuck up, and get the fuck out of my house!” He screams, kicking me in the stomach. His foot crushes into my abdomen and presses me into the wall behind the broken sink. The sickening crack tells me that my ribs have been shattered. Coughing up an unhealthy amount of blood, I gasp in pain as he grinds his foot harder into my midsection. My world swirls with agony and then a sharp backhand ends my pain.

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Today is a nice day, if not a little cloudy, but I honestly didn’t expect it to go like this.

When you spend the day at your older brother’s house, you don’t expect to wake up feeling like a planet collided with your head. My chest doesn’t feel like hell anymore, so I guess he’s given me a senzu bean. How long have I been out? Opening my eyes, I scan the room, and don’t see him anywhere. Probably crying somewhere feeling sorry for the shameful way his life turned out. Getting up, the pain in my head beats insistently against my skull, making the room spin for a second before I adjust.

Despite the horrible beating I received, I feel like making him feel small right now, so I go off in search of him and find him sitting on that itchy wool couch with his head down. For a minute, I feel sorry for him.

His shoulders are heaving and his breathing is hitched. He’s crying. I know it’s what I expected but…he looks so hurt. I’ve hurt him. Just what I wanted to do, still, he looks so helpless all alone over there. Even after what he just did to me, I actually harbor some kind of compassion for him. I always have, he’s my brother. I feel so fucking stupid for making him feel this way, throwing his messed up life in his face without a care in the world about how he might feel about it.

And then it happens again. The same thoughts I had last week. Of him. Thoughts I know I shouldn’t be having, but still they tromp through my head. But I can’t really help it, it’s actually kind of true…. NO, you idiot! I berate myself. He’s not!

On their own accord, my feet pick themselves up and in seconds I’m standing next to him. He doesn’t look up and rubs his eyes. First the growling. Then suddenly he screams and crushes the coffee table!

I stumble back in fear as he grinds his teeth together and stands up. Either he doesn’t know I’m here, or doesn’t care because he begins messing up everything in sight, picking the couch up and throwing it into a wall where the arms crack and the plaster chips. Then he starts firing blasts all over the house.

I have to get out of here, he’s crazy!

His power level skyrockets and skips Super Saiyan and goes straight to Super Saiyan two and keeps on going up. Unreal! The force of his power knocks me back several feet, a flying door banging against my head. I can’t even see him anymore, bright light sizzling the back of my eyes.

And then it just stops. The screaming, the crackling Ki, the rage, stops. I hit the now dirt floor where his house used to be. What was that?! When I look up my eyes widen to see him on his knees, growling like an animal and pulling his hair. What’s going on? Did I do this to him? I try to call out his name but no sound escapes my lips. Now he’s screaming again and shaking his head furiously.

“FUCK!!!! FUCK!!!!!! FUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!!!!!!!!!”

I want to go over there and see what’s wrong but…I’m scared. Better never to go near my brother when he’s destructive, unless I want to die. Not today. I want to, have to get closer to him. It’s all my fault, if I hadn’t taunted him, hurt him, he would probably be a little saner right now.

I did this to him. Oh man.

“Gohan?” I whisper.

He can’t hear me of course but I can’t get my voice to go any higher. Out of fear. I’m scared of him. I guess I always have been. It would have been nice to say I wasn’t, I could, have done so already, but I know the truth.

He scares the shit out me.

It hasn’t always been like that. But you have to wonder what kind of man with a family like his becomes. I can see now what it’s turned him into. A monster, and I brought that out in him. I’m so stupid.

Long enough to get within a few feet of him, I trust my feet to guide me safely around him, keeping a cautious distance away. “Gohan!” His head comes up and it’s the look in his eyes that makes me almost piss my pants.

“I’ll kill her! I’ll kill them both!” Then he glares at me.

“I’ll kill YOU!”

He lunges for me but I barely move in time and get clipped on the side of my head. It leaves my ears ringing but I know when to haul ass, so I spin around and try to get out of there as fast as I can. No such luck. His hand snags my leg and yanks me to him. The breath is knocked out of me when my stomach collides solidly with his fist. Fuck! Once again his hand is around my neck, crushing my throat until I can’t even gasp.

I fight as fiercely as I can in his grasp, and to my surprise he lets me go. I drop to the ground, gulping in as much air into my deprived lungs as I can. If I didn’t know any better, I would say he was possessed, but no, he’s just….very mad. I may very well meet my end at the hands of my own brother today.

He’s yelling something at me, I don’t hear him, but he’s pointing and twitching. I have to find a way to calm him down, no matter what it takes.

“Gohan, I’m sorry I------

“Shut up, you! Little prick, not so bad now, eh?” He sneers nastily. Would he really kill me?

One look at his face, and yes, I’m sure he will. I vaguely wonder what Videl will say when she finds that her house has been reduced to nothing. Probably buy a new one, cheaper than the last.

A loud bang reminds me that Videls reaction to her house being gone is the last thing I should be thinking about right now. My brother should be the one I’m keeping my eye on and that mistake costs me dearly. Damn, I think that one almost broke my neck.

Enraged and fueled by hate, Gohan is definitely a force to be reckoned with and right now desperate times call for really desperate measure. When he tries to grab me again, I let him but don’t give him the chance to hit me. Time is of the essence and there isn’t a second to waste.

So I kiss him. He lets out a muffled sound of shock and his eyes get big. Taking the initiative with his expected reaction, I hesitate a little before I slip my tongue out to run it across his parted lips. And it baffles the hell out of *me* when I moan and shudder. He is completely immobile, stiff as a board while I continue, not trying to stop for fear he’ll hurt me when I do.

This is one of those, ‘you never know if it’s gonna kill you’ things, and I hope when he gets his wits back, he doesn’t kill me. I’m not doing this for nothing.

Aghast, he pulls his arms from me to push me away. “W-what are you doing?” Well at least he’s calm.

Licking my lips unconsciously, I coolly answer, “What does it look like?” He shakes his head in disbelief but I nod and smile. “Don’t you know a kiss when you feel it?”

“But---but it’s wrong, you’re my brother.” He splutters nervously. Yes, I gathered that.

“Now you’re pretty calm. It’s better than deadly. So did you like it?”

“What?! Of course not!”

“Really?” I float closer.

“No! Stop it, Goten!” He thrusts his arms out to shove me away and I let him, smirking at him evilly.

“Not mad anymore are you?”

His lips curls into a scowl, and he wipes his mouth like he’s been kissed by the plague.

“Don’t ever do that again.” He utters quietly. “I hate you.”

Like I didn’t get that by now, he hates me, I made him hate me. Why? Because I’m beginning to fall in love with him. I thought if I could make him hate me, I would hate him as well and this attraction would go away on its own.

Last week was when I realized this and I tried to ignore it, hoped and prayed I wasn’t serious about it and then this happens. I can’t keep it to myself for much longer. Why should I? Rejection? Well, I’ve always been taught that you’ll never know something if you don’t try. I’ll try for Gohan.

He deserves, no needs, someone better than Videl and he deserves a hell of a lot more than what she’s given him over the years, which is next to nothing. I love him. I can give him the more he needs. I know he’s my brother and that it isn’t right, but I don’t care, I’ve wanted him for as long as I can remember, and I’m not about to let this opportunity slip out of my hands.

“You hate me? Why?”

“…you hate me.”

“No I don’t.”

“Then what hell was all that shit you put me through today?! Look what you made me do to my house!!!” He cries, spreading his hands out to gesture the gaping ditch where his house once stood.

“I was trying to---

I trail off, not knowing how to continue. Weighing my options, which are very little, I decide to just tell him exactly what I want to say.

/When in doubt, be direct/.

“I was trying to hate you.”

“Why?! What have I done to make you want to hate me?”

“I was getting to that. Anyway, I was trying to hate you, but I can’t because I love you.”

He blinks and cocks his head to the side. “That makes no sense, Goten. You can’t feel both.”

“What I’m trying to say is….I wanted to hate you because… IminlovewithyouandIthoughtthatifIcouldgetyoutodislikemethateventuallyIwouldstopfeelingthiswayand….” I look away, I can’t go on.

“What? Did you just say you’re *in love* with me? How-how is that even possible? I seriously thought you hated me all this time.”

“I don’t know how it is, I don’t really understand why yet, but well, it’s just the way I feel.”

“So you thought you’d slip that in before I killed you?” His accusation brings a blush to my cheeks. It was necessary. “Well, what do you want me to do about it?”

My cheeks brighten up even more as I think of the possibilities. What *don’t* I want him to do about it?! “Errrr…well, that is…” What does a person say when he wants his brother to fuck him?

/When in doubt, be direct/. Yeah, right, like that will work right now.

“Tell me. Goten, what do you want me to do about it? Jump into your arms just because you confess your love for me? Goten, my house, is GONE!! Look around, there’s nothing left! You made me look like a fucking loon because you reminded me of every failure in my life. All because you’re in love with me? How the FUCK do you think I feel?! You didn’t give a shit about my feelings and so I’m supposed to care about yours?” He pauses and waits for the answer, the answer I don’t have. What can I say? He’s right, right as ever, and nothing would change the fact that he has a point. A real fucking valid point.

Now would have been a great time to run away, but I can’t run away from him, even if I tried. Not because I don’t want to, but because he would catch me, at home, at Trunk’s house, in the woods, on another planet. If he so chooses to, he’ll find me, and things will be shit afterward. So I better stay here and take it like a man.

“You’re right, you don’t have to care. I just thought I’d tell you that, and yeah, it saved my ass in the nick of time.” I try to laugh it off, not sounding quite as amused as I want to.

Standing here, in a 5 1/4 of a foot long ditch, I am confessing my love to my older brother. And he doesn’t care. But I’m not disappointed, like any other person would be. I’m not any other person, I’m a fool who fucked up big time and is taking his punishment like a man.

“I’ll admit though, that is pretty wild, you loving me and all. Makes me wonder….”

Wonder what?

/Don’t want to sound desperate now, Goten/.

“How long?”

“You really want to know?”

“No shit.” He replies snidely.

“Seven years,” I say, like it means nothing. Like seven years isn’t about a third of my lifetime. Since I was 15. I didn’t know it then, I thought all teenagers with big brothers felt this way, I admired him. Or so I though. I’m old enough now not to fool myself. I love him, and I don’t know much more than that.

“When you were still a minor. So what does that make you, Goten?” He snorts in a whiny mocking voice and I know that voice. He wants to hurt me, hurt me like I hurt him. I don’t answer him.

“Does it make you…a pervert?” My hands clench into fists at my sides.

“Does it make you a little queer?” He wants to hurt me and hurt me he’s doing.

“Does it make you a fucking incestuous faggot?! Yes, I believe it does.” And I snap.

Lunging for him, I make a quick swiping motion with every intention of taking his fucking head off but he effortlessly dodges me and before I know it, I’m on the ground, my nose squirting blood like a faucet. And then he’s on top of me, so fast I don’t even realize it for a second and when I do, I bring my arms up to shield my face, but he roughly pulls them away.

“I’m not going to hit you----wait, I’m lying. I’m not going to hit you *right now* So, how does that make you feel, boy?”

Boy? Get real, I’m fucking 22 years old, boy is hardly the word!

How is this supposed to make me feel, I mean, he just promised that he would hit me, that isn’t exactly anything to get excited about. “Get off of me!” Vain shouts, I don’t really want him to, not when he’s sitting directly on my jean clad crotch. “No. I’m not done with you yet.” Snatching a handful of my tattered shirt, he rips it clean off my body.

I gasp in barely contained arousal, still halfheartedly trying to fight him off. I struggle against him, fully aware of the languid heat that is rapidly warming my gut and the blood that isn’t dripping from my nose, now rushing to my cock.

“Oh? Little brothers got a boner.” Gohan smirks like the devil and smacks me across the face. And not some little bitch slap either, I can feel the coppery saltiness fill my mouth. My jaw scraps across the concrete but I don’t feel it, too caught up in my own evidently embarrassing problem.

“Getting hard thinking about his big brother. So tell me Goten, what are you thinking?”

“Kiss my ass, you bastard!” I spit in his face, satisfied that he no longer looks smug as hell anymore.

“That’s going to cost you.” He shuffles back onto my legs and pounds his fist down into my stomach. Saliva and blood explode from my mouth, my body keening up, my lungs failing to work. Choked gasps and wheezes are the only thing besides blood and spit that come out of my mouth. I can’t breathe even if I wanted to.

“Now, I would like a more straight forward answer and if you get smart again, I’m going to start breaking some fingers.” A nasty smile tugs at his lips. Finally, my lungs start functioning and I suck in all the air I can.

“What is breaking my fingers going to get you? Certainly not answers!” This will be painful, but I’d rather that than even giving him the little bit of satisfaction he’s going to get from me pouring my heart out to him.

“You’re right, little bro, it won’t do me any good. So how’s this instead: I make sure that little queer dick of yours never gets a boner again. Get my drift?” He reached down and clamps one of his hands around my now flaccid balls and dick, rolling them around and twisting them until tears run down my face at the pain.

“OH GOD!!! STOP!!!! STOP IT!!!!”

“And you’ll tell me what I want to know?” He laughs satanically and tugs my sac sharply.

“YES!!! OH FUCK, PLEASE STOP!!!!”

He lets them go and sighs, coming back up to sit on my groin, right on top of my damaged goods. Oh my god. Oh my fucking god! The sick prick would have really done it. Anyone watching would say he’s torturing me for his own sick games, but not only that, I deserve it. If I had just attempted to deal with what was going on inside of my head, he would have never gotten his hands on my balls at all. His house would still be here, his wife and daughter would still be trash and I would still be a closet fag.

Sounds like a pretty good life.

Air can’t enter my lungs fast enough. I wipe the unholy amount of blood off of my face and glare up at him. “Do you fantasize about me, little brother?” Freakish as it sounds, I would have an erection from the tone of his voice if now was a good time to get one.

“No.” It’s true. I’ve never had any dreams of a sexual nature about him.

“Then why did your dick get hard?”

“Gohan, don’t be dumb. If the guy I love just rips my shirt off and sits on my cock then I’m gonna react!” I bite. Not a good idea. Another face numbing slap.

“Videl will be at this crater any minute. It just doesn’t feel right saying ‘home’.” He cackles dryly and casually tweaks my nipple. The action throws me off, my eyes darting up to meet his. There is no change in his facial expression just as stoic when he’s playing with my nips and slowly running his hand down to waist band of my jeans.

Being a Saiyan certainly has its perks, my dick is now hardening to its full length under the warmth of his ass. “Thought you’d like that.” Is he going to do what I think he’s going to do? Or maybe it’s just a horrible trick to get me worked up and throw it in my face. I try not to react as much as possible, but only end up making an odd face that gives me away.

“Like that, do you? You would! Fucking nasty perv.” Lightly trailing a finger down my chest and across my abs, he comes to stop between our legs, above my aching cock.

“Who’s the perv, you’re having quite a bit of fun yourself feeling up your little brother’s body.” That wins me another slap. “Shut up!” Without missing a beat, lean moves back again and unbuckles my belt with what I could swear is haste. He takes his sweet time reaching into the slit of my boxers and pulling my aching dick out.

“Huh?! What are you doing?!” I gasp, squirming away from his hands. I thought he didn’t like me, I thought he was straight. Apparently not.

“What does it look like I’m doing? Now, grab it.”

“What?”

“You heard me, grab it, do it.” My hand curls around my erection and he gets up and off of me, unbuttons his shirt. Falling to his knees, he knocks my hand away and takes over, the other hand pulling down my pants.

“You’re hard, you nasty little fuck. Like your brother taking advantage of you, don’t you?” Not gonna answer that.

I can’t prevent the moan that leaves my lips as his fingers skim the skin of my hips on the way down. Being 22, I know exactly where this may lead now, and I don’t dare ask any questions as to what he’s about to do to me. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that Gohan would have reciprocated *anything* for me. I won’t go to say he has feelings for me, or he loves me, and I guess I can live if he doesn’t, but my body is telling me to take what I can get.

Rocks poke at my sides and back, and I squirm to get more comfortable but he presses me harder to the ground, pinching me. “Don’t move. I want to see something.” See what? He’s seeing quite an eyeful if you ask me, what, does he want to see me----

“SHIT!” My hips snap up like someone branded my ass and a hoarse yell comes out of me. Gohan just stuck his tongue out experimentally lick the head of my cock. Hooo…

With an odd look on his face and a shrug, he does it again and I shudder against his hand. Pants around my thighs, I feel hot and really want to take them off but I don’t want to get forward and kill my chances with him. His breath on my cock makes me dizzy and giddy, my hips desperately wanting to thrust up into his hot mouth, but my brain telling me not to be stupid.

“What’s that, Goten?” Huh? I look down at him, puzzled.

“You were whimpering, I thought you said you wanted something.” Had I? I don’t remember saying anything.

“N-no, I didn’t say anything. Uh….what are you doing?” Dumb ass! But I had to make sure. I mean, I know what it looks like, but I just had to make sure it wasn’t just me.

“What do you want me to do, little brother?”

The only thing weirder than being shirtless with my pants halfway off my ass and my cock out, is him constantly reminding me of what I am to him. It must make him feel good, but it makes me feel funny. Heh, but what do I expect him to call me?

“Goten. What do you want me to do?” The obvious shallow thrusts of my hips should be telling him better than I can, but he wants words. Who is really the perverted one here?

“Gohan, come on, man. Please.”

“Sorry, little bro, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Maybe I should just go. Maybe you’re uncomfortable with all of this.” I couldn’t say no fast enough and as he is getting up, I pull him back to me. “Oh, you want me to stay. Why? Sure there isn’t something you need?”

Bastard! Nothing will get done if I don’t open my mouth to say something so I lick my dry lips and frown, trying to find the right words. Right words, yeah, sure. “I…this is….kch….I want…”

“Come on, tell me. I won’t tell.” He teases and I really want to punch the annoyingly smug grin off of his face. That would surely get me my ass handed to me.

“Suck it, Gohan, please!”

“No.”

“W-why not?!”

He asked me what I wanted, and I stupidly answered, knowing something like this would happen. He’s fucking with me, and if I have anything to say about it…

“You’ll do it, and you’ll do it NOW!” With that, I shove my hips up and bury my dick in his moist and smoldering mouth. A cry of pleasure is wrought from me and my hands snake out to get a handful of his spiky black hair, pulling his head to my lap with unrestrained urgency.

He struggles in my tightening grasp and I know if he gets out, he’ll probably hurt me, so I spare him no mercy and push myself into his mouth as firmly as I can, trying to pierce the tight ring of his throat, but I can’t get any farther.

The bastard has his lips tightly closed and is grazing his teeth against me—a fair warning. I stop and settle for softly humping his mouth. Even though he was struggling earlier, he doesn’t take my cock out of his mouth.

He must like to be in control. Well, I don’t care what he does, as long as he does SOMETHING, just as long as he gets me off. One way or another, I’m going to get what I want, and he is going to give it to me.

“You sonofabitch! Suck it!” The fucker only moans around me and tries to raise his head up but my hands won’t let that happen. He grabbed my waist and pushes down, then softly takes my hands off of his head and brings them together on my stomach.

All this time, I think he’s being gentle, so I allow him to move my arms. Suddenly his large hands latch onto my slightly smaller ones and burns me.

I shout in pain, trying to snatch them away only to feel that he has effectively trapped them with a ring of Ki. My thighs instinctively clench around his shoulders, but not with enough strength to keep him in place. He comes up on his knees and wipes his mouth, not smiling.

“No no little bro. I’m in control, and if you don’t like it, you can go back home to Mom and Dad and jerk off in your room. Now…” The tip of his finger traces the underside of my penis and I gasp, squirming to get more friction but he takes his hand away every time I do.

“No! I said I’m in control! You do what I say when I say and nothing else. If you choose to disobey me I will hurt you.”

Ah, so this is the control he never gets to exercise with Videl. It amazes me how he can’t deal with a human, but finds it so easy to dominate me, a demi Saiyan. Not that I have anything to say about it.

This slow crap is making me very impatient but I endure it because I don’t want him to stop, and I really don’t want to get slapped again. He mutters something about ‘good boy’ and stops what he’s doing. He looks feverish, if not a little angry for some reason, getting up and standing to step back. What’s he doing? Is he just going to leave me like this?

He crosses his arms like he’s waiting for something. I can see from my place on the ground that his cock is just about bursting from his slacks and I lick my lips at the view.

“Tell me,” He rasps throatily. “What do you want?”

What do I want? Well, I can think of a few things…

I don’t reply, so he asks me again in a more annoyed tone. The way he’s twitching tells me that he doesn’t want to do what he wants without my consent. So he’s asking me. I find it hard to believe that he somehow manages to still give a shit about me after all the things I’ve said and done.

“You know what I want.”

“Maybe. But I’ll never know for sure if you don’t tell me. I…don’t want to…tell me you want this.” I don’t hesitate. “I do. I want this. I want you. You know I do. Do whatever you want to do to me.”

I’m placing a great amount of trust in his hands and all I can do now is hope he doesn’t hurt me. It wouldn’t be very hard for him to make this experience very painful for me.

His eyes glow gold and the ring around my wrist is gone. My wrist are red and raw, I rub them gratefully and sit up. He’s still standing there, looking down at me with an unreadable expression on his face.

Nervously, I pick at the peeling skin on my wrists. “Stop that.” He says lowly. It’s starting to feel weird with him just looking at me and not doing anything. I want to say something, but I’m scared. Maybe he’s regretting all he’s done or maybe he’s rethinking all the things I’ve said to him. Could it even be possible that he’s considering his family right now?

I wait patiently, even though my excitement is gone. I look away, just not able to meet his sharp dark eyes that are so much like our father’s. “Alright.” He finally says after minutes of staring at me. “Come here but don’t get up.” Huh? It takes my minds a few seconds to interpret what he means and my hands lower to the ground. Anxiously, I crawl over to him and hear a low growl emanate from his throat.

His arms clench tighter at themselves, and the fabric of his shirt is torn. His teeth grind together and he snarls like an animal. Is he angry or something? What did I do this time?

“Get OVER here!” He snaps when I stop moving to ponder the look on his face. I shuffle over as fast as my still jean clad legs will carry me until I’m on my knees before him.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” He hisses and his arms release themselves to twitch in the air like he’s holding back from doing something vicious. I swallow the firm ball of fear in my throat and groan, feeling it settle in my chest. Something isn’t right.

“…but I can’t promise you that I won’t.” I resist the urge to cock my head to the side and look like my father at his confession. What does he mean by that? Is that why he’s looking at me like that? Does he *want* to hit me again? Does he *want* to hurt me?

“A-alright. But I understand why you want to hu----

“Unbuckle my pants.”

I rise up on my knees and the scent of his arousal catches my nose. It’s a nice smell, like strawberry gel and musk. My shaking hands struggle to undo his belt, my breath coming out in quick, horny pants.

“Unzip them.” He grumbles. I comply and a second after I do, he grabs me and walks around me and shoves me into the ground. My face is cut by the sharp pieces of broken wood but he only pushes me harder.

“I’m sorry. I can’t not hurt you.” I bring my head up to look at him when his fingernails tear the skin on my back and see him swiftly reaching into his pants and fishing out his cock that just about makes me stop breathing. He’s going to stick THAT in me? Oh Dende what have I gotten myself into?

“Damn it!”

He crossed back in front of me and before I get the chance to ask what’s wrong, his erection is pressing against my dry lips. I look up into his eyes and he just glares back at me.

“If I have to wait another second, I promise you you will be in a world of agony.” Licking my lips and his cock, I open my mouth and he thrusts in deeply, causing me to gag on him.

“Suck it. Make sure you get it nice and wet. I hope you know what’s going to happen and will take care to make this as comfortable for yourself as you possibly can.”

I nod and get to work, slurping and sucking his thick length trying to cover every inch with my tongue. He moans appreciatively.

“Yes. Oooh yeesss Goten. Damn, if I could get Videl to do this for me, I would tell you you’re better than her but…”

Videl is a trashy bitch and nobody cares about her. I don’t suck cock for a living, but I know for sure that I can please this man far better than she ever has.

This makes me work his dick with more enthusiasm, licking up every semi sweet drop of pre cum that leaks out. Everything around me is beginning to get hazy and hot as my body buzzes with arousal. I don’t want to go overboard and seem like a slut but my hips refuse to listen to me and buck lightly into the hand that has without my knowledge found its way around my dripping flesh and is now pumping it in time with my sucking.

“Enough.” Gohan pulls away and I make sure to leave a nice coat of saliva on him. Again, he makes his way behind me and pulls my legs out from under me and pulls off my pants. My boxers get ruined.

“It’s a shame I don’t have a bed to fuck you on. Seeing as that isn’t my fault, fucking you into the ground will just have to do.” Damn, where does he get this stuff from? Surely he doesn’t get down with Videl like this, where does he find time to learn this kinky shit?

While I may never know, I do know that much more of that kind of talk is enough to make me cream my boxers.

“Goten. This is going to hurt. A lot. I can’t promise you I’ll be gentle. You’re going to get what you want and it’s going to come at a painful price.” One strong hand clasps around my hip and the other rests on my back.

I brace myself for the pain but when he thrusts in, I can’t help the cry of complete anguish that rips out of me. I scream in agony, struggling to get away and twisting in his grip to stop him but he holds me tighter and sinks in deeper, never pausing until his groin touches my ass.

I cry out, tears pouring out of my eyes by the gallons and claw at the ground desperately but the pain only intensifies as he moves inside of me. He draws backs, pulling it out and I gasp in relief when I feel that he’s stopping.

My relief is short lived because he shoves it back in so hard it takes the wind out of me and crushes my head into the remains of a chair, turning it to splinters.

“Shit you’re so tight and hot, Goten! Ohhh!” While he’s in bliss, I’m in hell, having to endure this unholy pain. And I asked for this?! “Calm down, it won’t hurt for much longer.” He grits. Kami I hope he’s right.

It feels like an eternity passes before my stomach tightens in the tell tale signs of adjustment. I unconsciously begin to gyrate my hips, groaning as he thrusts into me at the same time I move back.

“More!” I moan. His pumps become less shallow and get deeper and soon the hand on my back has moved up to my shoulder and grasps it. The hand on my hips is pulling me to him, but I don’t need any encouragement, my ass is already in action, humping back to meet every push of his hips.

I want to see his face, I want to see the look in his eyes as he pounds his little brother into the dirt. But I can’t, I’m currently trying not to eat rocks. Each shove forces me further into the debris and the remains of his house rip into my face, opening the skin and drawing blood. I focus on the indescribable feeling in my ass rather than the uncomfortable feeling of having my face dragged along the ground.

I’m crying, moaning, groaning and grunting loudly to the point of screaming. He slows down and changes the angle of his hips to jam his hardness against my prostate.

Okay now I’m screaming.

Several colorful obscenities reach my ears and I add a few of my own, cursing him, daring him to go faster and harder.

“Fuck!! Damn it you bastard, fuck me harder!!!” His powerful lunges deepen and increase in strength and speed, driving me closer to my impending orgasm. He drills into me at an inhuman pace, violating my body in the most delicious way. Sweat drips on my back and from my face as I ride out the most incredible fuck of my life.

“GOHAN!!!!!!” I scream. The muscles in my ass constrict around his cock as the first orgasm of the day slams into me. Ecstasy like I’ve never felt explodes in me as come pours out of me like a geyser. Gohan growls behind me and fucks me harder than ever and I can make from the pace that he’s close to his climax.

My body goes limps as a rag but he continues to hold on to me, using both hands now to ream my ass with expert strokes. He roars my name into the open air and explodes inside of me, filling me to overflowing with hot thick come. “Oh!! OH!! UHHHHH!!!!!!” He stays shooting inside of me for a whole minute or more. I didn’t know he could come so strongly, but then again, it might have been years worth of the stuff in him, and I’m sure glad he was unloading it in me instead of her so I don’t mind at all.

“Damn.” He slumps over me and falls at my side, putting his hand on his dick and nursing the still dripping appendage carefully. I know he’s over-sensitized by now.

I fall flat on my stomach but jerk up when a sharp thing pokes me in the chest. “Ah!” A slice of steel, pointy as hell sticks me in the side and I use what little strength I have left to bend the steel and make it more comfortable for me. I’m so exhausted. I’m about to close my eyes when a very annoying voice cuts the silence.

“So how was it?”

Gohan doesn’t even look up but I am quick to move and cover myself from the blue piercing eyes of Videl.

“Oh don’t bother honey, I’ve seen what you got. Not bad. Seen better, but for a brat like you, you got something going there.” Everything in me is telling me to throw that piece of roof over there at her and just end her agitating talk.

“Fuck off Videl.” Gohan mutters, draping his arm over his face.

“I guess I’d have to considering what you just finished doing. From the way you were howling I’d say your little bitch brother was a good lay, am I right?” She sneers in the nasty tone she reserved to belittle him.

I’m surprised to say the least because from what she’s saying, it sounds like she’s been watching for a while. I know how I could have missed her. Gohan acts like it doesn’t even bother him, the look on his face as nonchalant as ever. Then it dawns on me. He knew she was there from the moment she arrived.

“Yes, several times better than your unsatisfying pussy. Lord knows I didn’t want it when I was finally smart enough to piece together that facts that you were whoring around with your daughter. Your daughter. You were lucky I even fucked you at all to make such trash.”

Videl laughs despite the obvious insult. “Oh did Goten tell you that? Because I know you were too whipped to figure it out on your own.”

She is being unsettlingly calm for someone who just came home to no home and the sight of her husband plowing his younger brother.

“Whipped isn’t the word. But I assure you I was stupid. I must have been to even give you the benefit of the doubt at times. Goten here can tell you just what you’ve been missing out on. Shame really, I never could use my full Saiyan power on that boring little cunt of yours.” Now she looks mad, crossing her arms and huffing.

“You had to take what you could get. I suppose you have great power, but what good is it if you don’t know how to use it in bed? You little brother just got a taste of his first dick and was only reacting the way a sex starved teenager would. Don’t worry though, if he’s such a slut that he’d take it up the ass from his own brother, then he’s bound to gain more experience in that department. Then he can come back and tell you just what he’s really been missing out on.”

If this bitch doesn’t shut that hole in her face…

“Shut up for once! God all you do is gab, you sure know how to use that mouth of yours to get what you want huh? Seeing as whoring doesn’t run in the family, I won’t be getting anymore experience. You see, Gohan is mine now. And I loved every minute of him. You’re just mad you couldn’t take it. A human would suit you better, you don’t deserve to be fucked by a Saiyan, much less him. And you have some nerve talking about sluts. That is, unless you’d care to explain what your daughter is?” There was no way she was going to talk down about me and not have me give her a piece of my mind.

She isn’t so smug now. Her fists are clenched knuckle white at her sides. Gohan stares off into the sky, just about ignoring her presence. “Go away Videl.”

“What are you going to do? Move back in with your Mommy?” That was a low blow but the look on Gohan’s face tells me he was ready for it.

“Nah. Don’t have to with the salary I’m making. You’re right. I was too naïve to leave you, but I’ve always worked for myself. So there really isn’t anything that I can’t have now. I may not be as rich as you, but I have all I need. You don’t need me, you never have. You wanted to be so much like my mother and Bulma and have a Saiyan of your own hanging off of your arm. You never appreciated what I could have given you and your daughter. But I’m not on the losing end here. I actually just gained something very important.” He doesn’t look at me when he talks, but I know he’s talking about me.

“Oh how sweet. You fuck you brother and now you’re in love. Awww! Here’s something for you to think about if you didn’t know. THAT’S NASTY! YOU’RE NASTY! HE’S NASTY! WHAT YOU DID WAS NASTY! It’s called incest and it’s disgusting. Who the hell is going to want to hire you or talk to you when I get done telling them about your little sexscapade here?” Videl laughs vilely. My ears burn at the sound of her voice, and it’s taking all of my humaneness to not throw a nice sized ball of Ki at her and reduce her to ashes.

“Hn. Whatever Videl. I don’t care. Because after I tell people who you’ve been screwing around with,. Your career will be over.”

“You wouldn’t! You can’t blackmail me! I have money. Power! I can pay people not to believe a word you say. But what do you think your mother will say when she hears? I for one would like to see that.”

“You won’t get to.”

“Ha, what are you talking about? You can’t stop me fr---- she stops when she sees that my brothers right hand is glowing with energy. He’s about to waste her.

“What are you doing?! Wait! I was only kidding! I’m happy for you guys, really I am.” I have to laugh at the change in her tone. That certainly shut her mouth. I know my laugh is mocking her weakness, so I do it louder. She quivers where she stands, making her fear known and obvious. Gohan smirks and raises his hand up to send the detestable woman to her death.

“Videl?” He says.

“Yes Gohan? Please don’t kill me, I was only---AHHHHH!!!!!” The Ki shreds her and she screams until there is nothing left. The dust settles. Just another hole. Although my brother just killed a human, I couldn’t be more proud of him then I am right now.

“Had to shut her up somehow.” He mumbles and closes his eyes, like he didn’t just blast his wife out of existence.

“What about Pan?”

“What about her? You want to know if I’m going to kill her too? No, she’s pregnant. I’ll let that be the death of her.”

I smile and scoot over to him and lay on his chest. For a moment I’m afraid that he’s going to shove me off but he wraps his arm around me and holds me to him. I sigh in content, truly happy with him for the first time in a long time.

Gohan and I made love a few more times. Every time was better than the last. And one thing is for sure. I’m never going to forget this day.

END.

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