Innocent Child

AN: In this fic, Gohan has his mystic appearance and Goten is 7 years old. The Boo Saga never happened and Goku never came back from the other world. This is a Gohan’s POV.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters




I must admit, life really does suck. Nothing is going on fine and I’m sick of it. My mother is a bitch, for both of us, my little brother and me. She wants me to study, study and continue studying all the fucking time so I’ll have good marks at school for her own satisfaction. She trains Goten so he’ll be like his father, he kind of makes her think of him, me too. My father, dead, I was 11 the last time I saw him, now I’m 18. The baka wasn’t meant to have children, my brother Goten never ever saw him! As for me, I miss him too much and I found no way to relieve my anger about it. My father, , al, always preferred his training to his family and that’s why he’s not alive anymore. He had rather stay dead to train than to come back and live with us. The bastard. I miss him and I hate him at the same time. And more Goten grows, more he makes me think of our father and I can’t forget him because of that.

I look at Goten’s sleeping form through the darkness of the room. Since the house isn’t big we share the same bedroom. We each have a mattress, directly disposed on the floor as beds, mine is against a wall and Goten’s about 5 meters from mine.

It’s almost 2:00 in the morning already, but I can’t sleep tonight, so I stay there sitting against the wall, thinking to myself. As I’m staring into nothing, a little whimper brings my attention back to my brother. He’s twitching in his slumber and I can see a frown on his young face. Then, he starts to repeat something in his sleep, but I can’t quite hear it. I concentrate on his faint voice and make out the word finally: “Yamero”. I continue to watch as my curious nature takes the best of me as Goten grasps at his pillow like he’s fighting it. I approach him slowly until I’m kneeling just to his side. His breath is irregular and he’s sweating like he had ran the Earth’s circumference 30 times straight. Must be a very realistic nightmare. Suddenly a cry of terror escapes him and he sits up on his bed. He turns his head in panic and sees me kneeling to his side, in spite of the darkness in the room I can easily make out the tears in his eyes. He then throws himself at my neck, wrapping his little arms around it. I hug his lithe form tobarebare chest as he explodes in tears on my shoulder.

“ Nichan, it was so horrible.. . .it looked so real. .. I’m sorry. ”

“ Shhh, it’s alright Goten, I’m here. It’s over now; it was just a nightmare. ”

He just cries harder as tremors shake his body. I carry him with me as I return to my earlier sitting place. I tighten my grasp on him and start to rock him to my chest softly; whispering soothing words to him.

As the minutes go by, his crying is reduced to little sobs and intakes of breath, but he continues to cling to me tightly. His arms loose their iron grip on my neck after a while and slid down so just his hands are resting against my chest as his legs wrap around my waist, his ankles locking together on my lower back. I smile contentedly, he always needed to be close to me like that when he was afraid and he still does at what I see. I dare to ask about his nightmare now that he’s calmed.

“ Goten, what happened? ”

He seems to think of his answer for a moment before answering.

“ A person I loved, like I love you,…. hurt me. ”

“ What did that person do to you? ” I ask carefully.

“ Mean things, really mean things, and it hurt a lot. ” He answers in a scared voice.

“ And who was that person? ”

Then again, he thinks for a moment before answering.

“ I don’t know, the person just felt very familiar. ”

Now that’s strange, it’s like he doesn’t want to tell me what it was all about. Anyway, I won’t bother him with it more, seeing the effect it had on him, I never saw him that scared before. Guess I’ll wait until he’s asleep again and put him back into his bed.

I can feel the moving of his feet in my lower back as he rotates them slowly, a sign that he’s calmer. I rub his back through his pyjama with my hands slowly as a relaxing gesture, which normally helps to get him to sleep.

Suddenly, my breath is cut short as a jolting sensation shoots up my spine. I try to turn around to see where it came from when it ens ens again, but harder this time and I throw my head back against the wall with a loud thud. I succeed in looking over my shoulder to see the source of it: Goten’s feet are still moving on my lower back, directly over my damn tail spot. I’ve got to stop him before this goes any further; I know exactly what effect it’ll have on me to have that spot stroked. I’m going to tell him to stop his moving when he unconsciously does it harder and I can’t stop the moan that escapes my traito lip lips as a wave of pleasure shots through my body. Fuck! He’s half-asleep and isn’t even aware of his motion! I have to stop it, I could stop him with a word, a movement... but I don’t want to, this just feels too fucking great! My hands are clenching tightly in his shirt and I bite my lower lip not to make any sound. I look down at him and realise that he’s actually siting in my laps, really close. I’m going to do something to push him off of my laps when a specifically hard stroke on my tail spot makes me grind my hardness to Goten’s ass. I moan loudly at the contact, my hands barely ripping Goten’s shirt off. I look down at him in panic and see the questioning look in his eyes. I freeze there, looking into those deep blorbsorbs, and something just snaps in me. Images of our father come back into my mind, when he first died, when we fought Cell, and then he died again. I hate him so much now as I think of it, for not being there, with the ones that loved him. He must pay, for what he did, to me, to everyone, he shouldn’t have left, he should have returned. An evil gleam flashes through my eyes now as I’m still staring at Goten, a miniaturised replica of Goku...

I smirk down at Goten as one of my hands takes the back of his head and force him into a kiss as my other arm wraps around his back to hold him to me. After some seconds of surprise, he starts to struggle to get out of my grasp but he can do nothing against me. He s his his mouth to protest but I just take the opportunity and allow my tongue into his mouth to taste him. He tries to push at me with his hands but my holding arm barely even let him enough place to move them. I let go of his sweet mouth and fist my hand into his wild hair before bringing his head back, exposing his neck.

“ Gohan. . .. .What—”

“ Silence, it’s just for the fun Goten, we’ll play a game together, a new game. Doesn’t it sound interesting? ” I ask him with a smile.

The poor kid doesn’t have a slight idea of what’s going on, but he trusts me more than anything so he’ll do what I ask of him. It’s really a shame he knows nothing about sex at his age, but what should I have expected with a frigid mother. He must have heard of it at Vegeta’s house because he asked once what it meant and our mother made a crisis, screeching to the entire house that a young boy of his shoushouldn’t know that word and that she didn’t want to hear it again from his mouth. Well, he’s gonna learn pretty fast what is the complete signification.

“ You ready Goten? The game’s starting. ”

I can see in his eyes he’s trying to understand what’s going on. He just nods weakly, trying to figure out my amused face. Oh yeah I’m amusing myself, I had sex before, with that girl Videl, but she was about as experienced as me. But since Goten doesn’t even know the basics, it will be pure pleasure to teach him. Now let’s just see what sort of sound I can get out of him.

“ Good boy. You’ll see, you’ll like it. ”

Both my hands slid to his waist to grab the edge of his pyjama shirt and begin to lift it up his chest, revealing his muscled torso. I finally pass it up his head and throw it to the side. I look in his eyes the whole time, and he just stares back at me with a worried look. I slid my left hand down his back, directly heading for his tail spot. I capture his lips with my own to muffle the cry of surprise that escapes him as I press my nails to the place were his tail used to be. I let go of his mouth and work my way down, licking and sucking at his throat while keeping a steady pace with my fingers on his weak spot. He kind of loses his balance and his upper body is pressed to mine. He’s panting and moaning very loudly, his eyes are close tight and his hands are grasping at me, digging his nails into my chest or racking them on it, leaving reddish lines in their wake. My free hand reaches between us and brushes against one of his nipples, eliciting a keening moan from Goten. My arousal is painfully throbbing in my pants and I grind myself against my brother to let out a bit of the pressure in my groin. Damn, the sounds he’s making are so fucking arousing, I really don’t give a fuck if he wakes our mother up now.

It’s time to go further on; I can’t stand the remaining barriers between us. I stop all my motions on him and he just stays limp in my laps, his chest clinging to mine as he pants hardly. I take his chin in my hand and bring his head up, forcing him to look at me. His eyes are half lidded and a deep flush covers his face.

“ So, you enjoyed it through here? ”

He doesn’t answer and stares in another way, avoiding my demanding eyes. He’s quite quiet when he’s in control of his body; it’s much more fun to hear him moan. I’m maybe pleasuring him now, but this will all serve for my vengeance, I’m just humiliating him for now, the real punishment will come soon.

I smirk knowingly at him as my right hand reaches down, groping his crotch, and eliciting a loud gasp from his throat. I grasp his arousal through the material of his pants and start a new pace with my hand. Then he’s clamping at my chest again, his breath ragged. Within seconds he begins to buck his hips in time to my hand, in the same time rubbing against my throbbing length through our pants. I groan, trying to keep control over my own body. My left hand presses hard on his tail spot and he comes simultaneously with a cry.

No more game, we’ve played enough. I rip off his pants while he’s still too dazed to even remark it and wrap one of my arms around him to forbid him to move if he intends to. I wait for him to regain complete control of himself. He doesn’t look up and simply stares at my chest. A shame, I would have like to see the expression on his face. Whatever. I slid my free hand down his lower back and directly to his opening. I probe one finger inside and he gasps in surprise. I just push my finger deeper in him and he tries to get away from my reach, but he can’t go far giving to our position. I push another finger in, making him whimper in discomfort and little pain.

“ Goten, you trust me don’t you? ” I ask with a pleading tone just to make him feel guilty if he answers negatively.

He winces as I start a scissoring motion with my fingers inside him, stretching him a little.

“...Yes.… but, this is wrong. I know this is wrong, we’re brothers...”

The kid’s smart, I must give him that. He knew what I was doing, but was just too scared to displease me to object. That’s his problem; he loves me too much… I’m everything for him.

“ You’re right Goten, I shouldn’t be doing this to you, but it’s too late to stop now my sweet brother. ”

His eyes are filled with fear for a moment before panic takes the best of him and he starts to struggle to get away. I withdraw my fingers from him and press him harder to me with both my arms. He struggles even more violently. I sneer and just let go of him. He’s taken aback and falls down on his back on the mattress. Before he can react, I take hold of his wrists and bring them above his head.

“ Don’t.… please, yamero...”

Tears begin to shimmer in his eyes as he looks up at me, pleading. Never thought I would go that far little innocent one, huh?

I turn him around so he’s lying flat on his stomach and rip off my pants before lying on his back. I kiss the nape of his neck gently and lean to his ear.

“ It won’t hurt.… for long. ”

I whisper to him before trusting myself the more roughly I can into his virgin body. His scream of pain echoes through all the house and I smirk again, in victory.

I hope you’re watching from the heavens, Dad.



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