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Needing Truth	By : Kyoshi-AngelofArtisan Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1969 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I don’t own Dragon Ball Z or any of its characters.

Description: The Continuation of Needing a Mate. What happened to Gohan after he killed Chichi and how will it affect the events that are about to unfold.

Needing Truth:

Chapter One: Bulmas’s POV

A week.

That’s how long it’s been since Piccolo teleported here with Gohan in his arms. It scared the crap out of me. I would have yelled at his if his hand wasn’t covered in blood that was pressed against his chest. Looking more closely Gohan was so pale. He didn’t even look like he was breathing. The image of a sleeping angel in a demon’s arms came to mind looking at them. We didn’t know what was wrong with him at first besides the stab wound. We had stripped him of his cloths and had a sheet over his hips and legs when Goten and Trunks came bursting into the room with Vegeta and the others behind them.

I remember the growled to stay that came from Piccolo who was watching me stitch up the skin over the stab wound. I knew it would heal on its wound without it but would keep him from losing more blood then he already had. After four hours of running tests, I learned what was wrong with him. I couldn’t believe it at first. It wasn’t till I found the injection sites that it hit home. I aided Chichi in helping to abuse him. I made the serum. I even tested it on him after Vegeta reacted badly to it. I even showed Chichi where it was when I put it away after the test and where I kept the key. Besides giving him the anti-venom to the snake poison there was nothing else I could do for him.

Piccolo didn’t take that well and left the room after glaring murderously at me. Goten had climbed up onto the bed and curled into Gohan crying, which only got worse when we tried to pull him away from his brother. I looked at Vegeta for answer to what happened only to get a shrug.

Today started off no differently when I got up a 4:30 am. Everyone would be asleep; I’d make coffee for myself before going to cheek on Gohan who had slipped into a coma, not long after getting here. Goten would be curled up into him, and my wheelie chair would be pulled up next to the bed, empty. Sometime during the night Piccolo would return and sit with him but would be gone before anyone saw him.

“Any idea if he’ll ever wake up?” I jumped hearing a deep rough voice that sounded distant and broken. Turning around, I noticed Piccolo standing by the back door watching out the small window as two birds chased each other. I don’t know why but he looked so broken and alone standing there. Almost as lonely and broken as Gohan looked over the last three years or when he was a child and Piccolo was dead after saving him. Oh my god. Gohan was gay... and he loved Piccolo.

For the last three years the man had been missing, Gohan looked like his world had come to an end, I didn’t notice it at first but it was growing as his hope faded. Maybe Piccolo didn’t love Gohan back and he did this to himself to end his pain of loving Goku and Piccolo. Maybe Piccolo was blaming himself for what Gohan did. “I don’t know Piccolo...I wish I knew...You know you’re not to blame for what he did to himself.” I said reaching out a hand to put on his shoulder. I froze hearing a faint deep growl that sounding like it was from an animal and not from the man before me.

“Gohan wouldn’t hurt himself...not like this anyways...” he growled out but it sounded like it was competing with a sob from him. Maybe Piccolo loved Gohan but didn’t get to the boy before he did this to himself. Suddenly I remember the scare on his wrist that was from an old suicide attempt.

“You seen the scare on his right wrist Piccolo, I know you have, he tried to kill himself before...” he had tuned so suddenly that I didn’t see it. His eyes narrowed looking ready to kill something. He didn’t move as his eyes slid off me and on Gohan laying on the bed behind me. I looked him over and noticed a scare on his right wrist as well. I grabbed his arm pulling it to me to get a better look at it, then dragged him over to Gohan to compare the marks. They looked like the same mark just in mirror image to the other.

“It’s part of the mating ritual Bulma. Gohan and Piccolo are mates now. Between them; no secrets are kept from the other, they share power, life, emotions, everything. Think of it as a permanent marriage that can’t be undone, ever.” I looked over my shoulder at Vegeta who was leaning on the door frame. “Gohan only tortured himself Bulma by staying with that Harpy and doing her wishes but he never hurt himself. We all watched him leave to pack stuff for himself and Goten to get out of the hell you let him stay in by believing that harpy.” I was ready to slap Vegeta for saying it. He was wrong. Chichi cared about the boys why else would she push Gohan so hard in his studies?

A glimpse of movement caught my eye. Looking back down at Gohan, nothing changed. He still looked like a sleeping angel. His pale lips parted. I’m not going to lie it was tempting to see what it was like to kiss those lips, to see if they were as soft as they looked. It was as if I was looking at a man I never knew, instead of the kid I watched grow up. Piccolo was sitting in the chair, both his hands held onto one of Gohan’s limp ones.

I never have known Piccolo to ever crack a smile, let alone a tear but I watch as a single tear slipped from his closed eyes and fell onto Gohan’s fingers. It was more compelling than the soaps I was watching on TV. I watched as he brought Gohan’s hand to his lips and held it there for a moment. Whispering something against the fragile skin before kissing it gently; or at least it looked like a gentle kiss that any demon could give. Ah... I don’t know why I keep doing that; seeing them as angels and demons.

Sure go back 18 years ago Piccolo was the king of demons that tried to take over the world but Goku stopped him the first time and Gohan kept him from going back down that path. This was just getting stupid though. Gohan wasn’t an angel with large white wings that made you feel like everything will be okay in the end, no matter how hard he tried be that for the team, yet laying on the bed the way he was. His thick dark lashes just tickling the skin on his cheek bones, his skin a creamy white that was unmarked, parted lips that begged to be kissed and laid in waiting for someone to grant his wish.

“Piccolo...Gohan’s going to keep his promise, right? He’s going to come back to us, isn’t he?” Goten asked softly, his large black eyes filled with fear, sorrow and unshed tears.

“Yeah Goten, he’ll come back...he’s never broken his word before and he’s not going to start now” he said managing to say it without breaking yet from the look in his eyes, he didn’t fully believe that. After kissing the hand one last time he carefully laid it back on the bed as he got up again and walked out of the room.

“I’ll be back later...I have places to be and things to check on” he said to Vegeta as he passed him and turned the corner to go down the hall by the time I got there he was gone. I blinked then looked at Vegeta who was walking over to Goten and the bed.

“Come on Goten, let your brother rest, besides you have school, not to mention you and Trunks have training tonight for the tournament this weekend.” He said picking up the boy and set him down on the floor. He rarely showed it and would deny it if you brought it up but he was good with kids. Goten nodded to him and walked out of the room most likely to go wake Trunks up. “Don’t even think about it Bulma, unless an alarm goes off you’re not going into this room.” I blinked looking at him than raised an eyebrow to challenge him.

“My work is in there Vegeta, not to mention someone needs to be there watching over him encase he wakes up.”

“That someone isn’t you. I saw that look you had. You looked ready to kiss him, not to mention you’re scent gave away the fact that it aroused you in some way. He has a mate; a kiss from anyone else in that way will only make him sick. Rate now someone needs to protect him from you, till Piccolo gets back.” Oh I really wanted to slap him. I’ll admit I wanted to kiss the teen but it didn’t ‘excite’ me to think it. “His body is going into heat; its releasing pheromones into the air letting his mate know that he’s fertile. Normally it wouldn’t affect anyone but his mate but humans don’t pick up on the scent as a mated one, just that he smells good. Do everyone a favour and stay out of the room” he said dragging me into the kitchen to make breakfast, watching me to make sure that I didn’t go back into the medical bay.

It creep me out thinking about Gohan getting/being pregnant. It just didn’t seem right but then he wasn’t fully human. Neither was Piccolo. God; men at like parking lots all the good spots are taken and the rest are all handicapped. Vegeta loved Goku, it was clear when Goku died and stayed dead by choice, he stopped sleeping, eating training. He barely functioned for months afterwards before slowly returning to his cold distant ways excepts when talking about Gohan, Goten and Trunks. I loved the cold hearted man and yet in a way he could never fully love me back.

“I promise I’ll stay out of the room on one condition, you go in there and keep an eye on him.” He simply nodded filling up a cup of coffee before leaving me alone to make breakfast while the boys got up and ready for school.
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