MY FLESH MY BLOOD

CHAPTER 1

Sleep doesn't seem to want to claim me, I'm suffering of insomnia and for no apparent reason. 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 me and Gohan are training in that room. Hn. Talking of him, he's calmly sleeping in the bed next to mine. Even awake he looks harmless but when he's sleeping, dammit, he's like a pet, no defences, no aggressiveness. He reached super saiyan last week but he's still no match for me. Not yet. I can feel his strength and I know he will surpass us all. But 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. Thought, I always hide it 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 finished him off. Gohan will sleep for a couple of hours I think, I have to say that I didn't went easy on him yesterday. He must be wondering what's my problem, he'll find out sooner than he thought. I smirk to myself, I can be very 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 has he breathe. 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. I get 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 region 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 boxer on, great, 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 collar bone and down his muscled torso. As I touch him he begins to awake. I wait until he regains all his consciousness and chuckle at the confuse look on his face.

"Hi son" I said as I stopped levitating and let all my weight on him, forbidding him to move an inch.

"D-dad, what are you doing?!"

His voice is hesitant and confuse 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 somewhat. 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 pushes 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 sheet 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 boxer off of him, exposing 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.

"S-stop it, please, don't do it" He implores weakly as I lick at his throat.

"Shut up Gohan! It's the only thing you can do since there's nothing you can say or do that will make me stop" I snap back sharply.

Then, I soften my feature and I straddle his waist with my legs.

"It's not my fault you know, I'm doing this all because of your fucking mother."

I start to trust down on him, taking out a bit of the pressure in my groin. I'm face to face with him now, my craving eyes never leaving his fearful ones. I don't really know why but I'm gonna explain my point to him, maybe just to scare him more than he already is.

"Do you know why?"

I don't let him 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 all my fault. She decided that I couldn't touch her anymore. Do you know what I mean Gohan? I didn't had her in 3 damned years! Sometimes, I would be so horny that I had to go in the forest and kill some innocent 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 even if you aren't willing."

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 cry out in pain as I entered his virgin body. He's so tight and warm, I groan in pleasure as I slam in him again and again. Tears make their path down his cheeks as he cries and whimpers 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 running down his tight from my vicious intrusions. 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. I can't hear the boy anymore so I glance at him a moment. His eyes are shut tight and his mouth opens sometimes to let a silent plea escape giving that his throat must be dry from all his crying and screaming. Such a good little fuck, and he is all mine, only mine. My muscles clench as my pleasure build, ah, it's been so damn long. And then, everything go 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 strangle cry as I bite him and fade into unconsciousness. His blood flows in my mouth and I suck at the wound and drink in the coppery taste of the red liquid.

I stay on him for minutes before regaining all my wits. I get to my feet and look at his limp form. His head is toss to the side, exposing my bite mark, his tights are still slightly bleeding and there's bruises on his hips from my earlier grip on them. I'll do nothing for his injuries, his saiyan anatomy will make him heal faster than an human so I don't have to care. I walk to the bathroom to take a shower to get off the scent of blood that is on me. It's not that I dislike it but it's just that his blood is too damn arousing for me and I'll end up fucking him 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.

I wonder why I waited all this time to take him, it's been 1 year now that I want him. It's weird even for me, being attract to my own son, but I don't really give a fuck about that. It's not like I love him as a lover, I only feel desire for him.. it's like I lust, crave his body. I think it's because of the others, I wanted to be alone with the kid to make my move. If I'd took 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.

The water is getting cold so I exit the shower and head back toward the other room. 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 had wake 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 doing push ups on one finger, looking in my way with wrath in his eyes. It isn't what I'd expect, I thought he would be scare 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.

"Lets do it Gohan, come on and fight me" I order in a growl.

He hesitates the fraction of a second but 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 with full speed, turning Super Saiyan in his course.

He maybe thinks this is just an usual spar, but it's not. I just want to punish him for his insolence. I'll make him suffer so greatly that when I'm finish with him he'll wish I hadn't even met his goddamn mother.

I teleport in front of him and kick him with all my might in the ribcage, breaking 3 of his ribs in the process. He gives a throaty groan and tries to shot me with a blast but I teleport again, behind him that time and kick him on the head, sending him crashing to the ground. He spits some blood before charging me and hitting me in the stomach. I back up 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 fist 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 still weakened by our earlier... encounter. He's beaten but I'm not finish with him yet, I'll teach him to disrespect me, 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, he just looks away.

"So Gohan, are you already finish?" I ask sternly but mockingly.

I hear him swallow but he doesn't answer. I kick him in his already broken ribs and a grunt escapes him.

"Answer me!"

"What does it looks 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 in the air, so he's facing me at eyes level, his feet away from the ground. He gives a pained groan as I elevate him. He doesn't want to talk hn, alright, I'll make him screams in pain.

"I don't think you're done yet." I said as I turn him around, pressing his back to my front, supporting him with my hands on his ribcage.

I position my hands so I have a finger on each rib. I apply some pressure with a finger on a rib and break it, perforating one of his lungs with it. He screams and blood begin to streaks down the corners of his mouth. 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 break another rib and another and another, as he screams again and again in pain, sweet music to my ears. He starts to murmur as he tries to swallow his blood.

"Why... why are you doing... this?" 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 said 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 kiss him roughly. His mouth opens under mine as I break another one of his ribs and he cries out. His blood is flowing in my mouth with its exquisite savour, seducing my senses. I'm heavily arouse by all this but I'll won't use him now. I break another rib, savouring the red hot liquid as he scream in my mouth before passing out cold in my arms.

I let him drop to the floor to have a full look of him. He only has his pants on, leaving his chest bare. There's blood flowing freely out of his mouth and his nose, his torso is turning a shade of red and purple from all the internal injuries I'd just caused. I want to let him right there where he is but I know he'll die of lack of blood in his body or he'll choke on the blood in question. So I pick him up and fly to the room.

Arrive 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. I brought some senzu beans in here, knowing that someone could need one. I sit next to him 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 open them. He sits up slowly. His face is confuse as he looks around him, he must be wondering where he is. Then, his head turn toward me, his pupils seem to become smaller and his mouth opens slightly in a gasp. He's afraid, I succeed. 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 from your injuries." I said harshly, accusingly, like it was his fault.

He's not even able to lift an arm so he just takes it from my hand with his mouth. He swallows it hardly. The effects begin to appear as his chest turns from purple to his 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 said smelling the air.

He doesn't say a thing as he disappears from my sight. He's maybe heal 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, that 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 boxer 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, he'd 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 replace 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 to his chest, his arms around him in a self protective manner and he's sobbing, starring at the ground. 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 ***

These 3 months passed rather slowly, the hours passed one by one, not wanting to go faster. The time I spent with Gohan is only training. He'd changed a lot since the last time I took him. 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 pissing me off. During all those damned 3 months I didn't force myself on him again, I didn't beat him too hard so he could recover, but it just won't work! He's so scare, afraid of what I could do. I'd restrained my needs and desires all this time but my patience has its limits. Sometimes I think I should wait until he loosen up a bit when he's around me but it's now evident that he'll never ever be calm when I'm near him.

Over the months, a thought travelled my mind but I didn't gave it credits until now. Maybe I could make him enjoy being touch, I only showed him the pain it could bring, if I bring him pleasure, it may take a part of the fear he feels away. And it could be better for me if he participates.

I'm only a km away from the `house` so I run to it and a minute later I enter it. I walk toward the bathroom, 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 close 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 peeing on him when he's relax, I'm like the predator watching and analysing his 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 as he found nothing.

"Gohan, we need to talk." I said, my tone low and more aggressive than I wanted it to be.

"About what?" He asks, his voice barely audible.

"You know what, the way you are acting with me, 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 make him so uncomfortable.

"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 satisfy 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."

As I finish my sentence, I put my hand between his legs and grab his crotch, massaging him, bringing him to hardness within seconds. He gasps out loud at the contact and brings a hand to his mouth to muffle his other noises. He closes his eyes, this time not in pain, but in concentration as it is evident he's trying to ignore the new sensation overwhelming his young body. I toss the hand covering his mouth with my free hand and he bites on his lower lip to replace his hand in its task of keeping him silent. I kiss him, licking at his lips, demanding him to open them. He doesn't open his mouth so I stroke him more firmly and he moans, allowing me entrance without meaning to. I trust my tongue into his mouth, tasting and exploring. I smile in the kiss as he begins to unconsciously trust into my hand, I massage him more hardly in reward and he moans again in my mouth. I break the kiss and lick my way to his throat. Slowly, my free hand reaches for his opening. He tenses as he comes out of his haze, fear in his eyes again. I snigger at my own eagerness and put my hand a little higher, directly to his tail spot. A series of cries and moans escape him as I press my nails on that hyper sensitive area while I stroke his erection. As I pleasure him, I have to restrain my will to just fuck him, I'm so arouse, it hurt. I start to lick at his throat again, trying to ignore the urge to bite down on it. As I lower my mouth and take a nipple in it and suck at it, he loses the little self-control he had over his body, trusting into my hand fiercely and then back into my other hand.

"Pl-ease, Ahh, fini-finish it, hn , end this-"

I like to hear him beg so much, whatever it is for. I would love to hear him some more but my body can't wait any longer and I can't stop myself anymore. My mouth reach for his other hardened nipple and I nip at it as I position myself at his entrance. The water around us lubricating his opening as I make my way in, burying myself into the warmth and bliss that is his body. As I entered him, the tip of my member brushes against his prostate and he screams in pleasure. I smirk and start a fast pace, making sure to hit his sweet spot with every trust. I let go of his hardness and tail spot to grab his legs and bring them around my waist to allow faster and deeper trusts. The water around us is splashing everywhere and the bath is beginning to crack as I slam Gohan in it with each blissful trust. Then, I sense the same contraction in my muscles and I see light dots as my climax approaches. I grab the boy's erection and after some hard strokes, he screams in pure pleasure as the first orgasm of his life hits him hard. His inner walls contract on me as he climax and send me over the edge with him. I bite on the scar on his neck and reopen the wound, tasting his sweet blood as I release my seed in him.

I pant, exhaust, as I recover in the aftermath. I look down at Gohan, he closed his eyes and is slowly drifting off to sleep, staying limp under my body. I wait until he's 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 a blanket. I turn to my bed and lay on it, closing my eyes before falling in a deep sleep.

*** 13 hours after ***

I awake slowly, yawning, I sit at the edge of the bed. I look around and see Gohan deeply asleep under his covers. I get up and walk directly to the washroom. I 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 dress when he'll wake up. I'm hungry so I go to the refrigerator and take out some plates fill 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. As I'm eating I wonder what will be Gohan's reaction when he'll wake up. I don't expect anything from him now but it intrigues me how he'll act after what I did to him yesterday. 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 entered his sight and his face flush in what looks like...shame. I smile wickedly in his direction and he looks at the floor. Now I understand, he's ashame that he enjoyed what I did, enjoyed as I raped him again, I didn't hurt him that time but it was still a rape. I plastered 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 confuse, 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'd 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'd reached the level beyond Super Saiyan. Not the one that I'd obtained that makes me extremely powerful but slow. The boy's power was unbelievable, he is stronger than me now, stronger than everyone else.

But he is 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 making him suffer some times 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 months that 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 sorrow if he isn't able to keep silent. Not that I fear something of these others morons he could talk to, but I don't want to have to kill them all, I would have nothing to play with after.

CHAPTER 2

Gohan and Piccolo had decided to take a week of sparring in the woods to train together. After some hours of begging, Gohan had convinced Chichi to let him go, at the only condition that he'd study every night before going to sleep. It was the last day of their week. They had been sparring for 3 hours straight when they decided to take a break. Gohan left the stage of Super Saiyan to his normal one as he sat on the ground, quickly followed by his mentor. They said nothing for moments, regaining their breath. Piccolo looked at his pupil sadly for a second and changed his gaze as the kid looked back at him. The tall Namek was worried for Gohan, he had changed so much since the Cell's games, he was so serious now, he barely smiled anymore like he used to and often isolated himself. Piccolo thought that maybe it was because of the demi-saiyan father's death. His Ki was different too, it was like something had been add to it. Many things were strange. The little fact that Gohan never ever took off his shirts intricate him too, even if the weather was insupportably hot, he would always keep his clothes on. That was worrying, Gohan never was one to have much modesty, and now he rejected even the idea to take off his shirt. Piccolo had already asked him about it and he had find a way to change the subject. The tall one took of what was left of his shirt and cape and glanced at Gohan's large T-shirt. He snickered a bit at his sweating friend.

"Gohan, take off that thing, you're killing yourself."

"No Piccolo, I'm fine"

"Come on, don't be a fool, it's so hot outside today. What are you afraid
of?"

"That's not the point, I told you, I'm fine, it's not that hot."

"So what's the point? I see no apparent reason that would force you to keep it."

Gohan just looked down at the ground in response. That confirmed Piccolo's insinuations and he became serious.

"Take it off kid." He ordered.

"Nani?"

"You heard me, take your shirt off or I'll do it myself."

"Y-you can't" Gohan said nervously.

"It's very clear that you're hiding something. I want to know what it is."

The child bit his lower lips in discomfort and embarrassment. Piccolo looked at him insistently and he gave a defeated sigh as he grabbed the edge of his upper clothing to take it off of himself. Slowly, he took it off, exposing his slightly round belly. He looked at the ground, blushing fiercely. Piccolo just stared blankly at the slight bulge situated on Gohan's stomach, he approached slowly, wondering what the hell it was. His hand reached to touch it.

"Can I?"

Gohan nodded and Piccolo put his hand on the kid's tummy, trying to find out what it was.

"You aren't fat...What is it?" He asked bemused.

"I don't know, I decided to hide it until it get smaller but it just seem to grow bigger over the time. Mom isn't aware of it yet, but if it continue that way, it won't be long before she finds out. I really have no idea of what it can be."

Piccolo took off his hand of Gohan's stomach and sat back in the grass, concerned.

"Maybe you're sick, thought I know no illness on Earth producing that sort of symptom..."

"It could be a Saiyan disease." Gohan proposed simply.

"It's a possibility. I think it would be wise to go see Vegeta for it. "

"Why that?"

"To know first if it is a Saiyan thing, and second, to know if it's serious or only a little virus that will go away in no time."

Piccolo answered as he stood and made appear a new shirt and cape. He held a hand to help Gohan up. The demi-saiyan grabbed his clothe with one hand and took the one offered. He hurriedly put on his shirt and smiled slightly at the tall one.

"Let's go" Piccolo said as he took off into the sky toward Capsule Corp, Gohan following him a fraction of second later.

***

They landed on the front yard some times later, walked to the door and knocked on it. After seconds, Bulma came and opened the door. She grinned at them both and greeted them inside.

"So, what are you two here for?" She asked as they stepped inside.
"Is Vegeta home?" Gohan asked back as Piccolo stayed silent behind him.

"Oh, yeah, he's in his gravity room, like always. You came to spar?"

"Eh.. not really, we actually came to talk to him."

Bulma looked surprised a moment and then shrugged it off. Piccolo, who was beginning to be impatient, interrupted them to hurry the things up.

"We don't have all day, where is the gravity room?"

"Just follow me." She said, leading them through corridors until they reached a metal made door.

"Here it is, I just let you, I got to go take care of Trunks. Good bye. "

"Good bye Bulma!" Gohan said before she disappeared in an hallway.

He turned back as Piccolo knocked on the door, waiting for Vegeta to open. The sound of the working machine stopped as the gravity was lowered to the normal Earth gravity. Then, the door opened and an angry looking Vegeta answered.

"What do you want Namek?!" He asked irritated.

"We need to ask you something." The green man said, pointing to the silent Gohan behind him.

Vegeta just frown and turned his back to them, walking out of the way.

"Come in then."

They followed him in and Gohan closed the door behind him before walking to his mentor's side to face Vegeta.

"So, what is it?" The Saiyan asked, glaring at both of them to have dare interrupt his training.

Piccolo looked at Gohan and waved for him.

"Take off your shirt kid."

Gohan did as he was told and executed Piccolo's order under the wondering gaze Vegeta was sending him. The prince went blank as Gohan's belly was bare before his eyes.

"....What the fuck?! How the hell did you end up like that!?"

Gohan wasn't at ease after the other's reaction, the way Vegeta was looking at him wasn't reassuring at all ...

"That's why we came to see you, Piccolo thought you would know if it was a saiyan virus or something like that... Do you have.. any idea of what it could be..?"

"You think you're sick!? Are you trying to make a mockery of me? Fuck brat! You are pregnant."

"WHAT?!?!" Piccolo shouted.
Gohan's entourage turned black as he passed out at the prince's last words. Piccolo just had the time to catch him before he hit the ground, the namek sat on the floor and brought the unconscious one to his chest.

"How can this be?! I mean... Gohan's a boy!"

Vegeta glared at him.

"The question isn't how, I'll explain when he'll wake up, but who..."

The Saiyan prince gave a suspicious gaze toward Piccolo.

"Me?! No way in hell! I would never!"

"Just wake him up then."

Piccolo shook Gohan's shoulder softly and he slowly returned to consciousness. As he opened his eyes, he saw the two men staring at him and he remembered what had just happened, he brought his hands to cover his face as he blushed a dark shade of red.

"Vegeta... how can I be.... it's just impossible...boys can't bear children..."

Gohan whispered in his hands.

"Saiyan males can. Our anatomy is just equipped for it. They were females too, but not much, they were really rare, so we had no problem reproducing since males could bear heirs."

"Ok, that fact is cleared... But it still can't be possible, he's just a child!
10 years old for Kami's sake!"

Piccolo said, starting to panic. Gohan just stayed silent in his grip, tears making their path down his cheeks as he remembered it all...

"Saiyan males reach puberty at 9 years old. After that, they have the entire capacity to reproduce with any other male."

Piccolo swallowed hard, having to admit the reality, Gohan was pregnant. He looked down at the child on his laps and hugged him to his chest in an attempt to reassure him. Gohan began to sob uncontrollably.

"Gohan, look at me." The Namek said softly.

Gohan looked up at him, trying to stop his crying but to no avail.

"You have to tell us who did it to you... please, Gohan, tell us."

The kid seemed depressed and hid his face in Piccolo's gi, wetting it with his tears.

"I-I can't..." He whispered, breathing harshly.

"Why?" Vegeta asked, suppressing his harsh tone to talk a bit gently.

"Because...he said he would-do it-again...to me, he told me, that he would-come back...if I talked."

"We'll be here if `he` does come back, we'll protect you." Piccolo tried to reassure him.

"We won't be able to help you if you don't tell us who did it." Vegeta added.

Gohan stayed silent for a moment and then tried to control his sobs to talk clearly. He glanced at Vegeta, who had sit in front of Piccolo, and looked at the ground.

"W-we were in the... hyperbolic time chamber..."

"Kakarott!"

"Goku..."

"The f-first time, I wake-"

"He raped you many times!?" Piccolo barely shouted. He was really angered and his tone didn't dismiss it at all.

Vegeta glared at him and looked back at Gohan.

"Let him finish!"

Gohan took an hard breath and continued.

"I wake up, and he was on me. I asked what he was doing and I sensed him on my stomach... I tried to escape, bu-but he tied my hands in my back. Then h-he began to...touch me. He told me he was doing it because mom had neglected him, he said he needed me. And then, he was in me... it hurt so much-it was like I was being tore in two. I begged him, but he didn't stopped, it was more painful with each passing seconds. There was blood...He bit me, and I passed out."

He finished his sentence, bending his head to the side to expose the bite scar on his neck. Vegeta approached and looked at the mark.

"He claimed you as his."

"What?" Piccolo asked.

"When a Saiyan mate, he claims the other by biting him or her there. "
"That bastard." Piccolo growled in anger.

The men looked back at Gohan and waited for him to continue.

"When I wake up, he was asleep on his bed. I liberated myself from the bonds on my wrists and stood up. I was so sore, I couldn't walk straight and I had an horrible headache. I put my pants and I flew away. I was so angry at myself, to have let him do that, my own father. I hated myself, to have looked desirable for him. I started to do some exercises to change my mind a bit, it hurt but at least I could concentrate on other things. But he appeared in front of me. I glared at him and he looked more angered then I was. I could only see wrath in his eyes, it scared me, I had never seen him like that before..."

He stopped a moment and wrapped his arms around his own chest as a shiver shook his body. The two others stayed silent, looking at him without any emotions on their face but anger, directed to the man that had fooled them all for years.

"He ordered me to fight him, and I did, I fought him with all the strength that was left in my body. But it wasn't enough, I still ached so much. In no time he had me on the ground, I couldn't move, I had broken ribs and I wasn't super saiyan anymore. He lifted me... and pressed his front to my back, I was scare, I knew he would do something bad again, and I couldn't take anymore. Then, he broke one of my ribs with a finger, it pierced through my right lung, and my breathing became hard, blood was flowing in my throat, making it hard not to choke. And he did it again, he began to break my ribs one by one and I could only scream each times. I thought he would never stop, I could sense is arousal on my tight... And I thought it was over, that he would just end it there and kill me. "

Gohan glanced at Vegeta to see if he would say something. The saiyan prince was shaking with hatred in his eyes.

"That fucking son of a bitch!"

Piccolo looked even more frustrated, his ki beginning to raise as he hold the child more securely against him, barely crushing him to his chest.

"P-piccolo..." Gohan said a bit scared by the men's behaviour.

The Namek automatically stopped and looked down gently at him.

"You look mad at me..." Gohan sobbed, unsure.

"No, we aren't mad at you Gohan, I would never be mad at you, never. "

Piccolo said reassuringly. Slightly releasing his hold on Gohan.

"Vegeta, calm down, the last thing we need to do is to overreact."

"Overreact!? What Kakarott did isn't even saiyan normal aggressiveness! It's pure madness! How could he?!"

"I know Vegeta! Just calm down for Kami's sake!"

Vegeta looked at Gohan's scared gaze and went silent immediately, realising that his behaviour wasn't helping at all. Piccolo sighed, trying to control his own emotions toward it all.

"Do you want to continue? We won't force you if you don't want to."

He told Gohan with a gentle smile. Gohan nodded and wiped his tears form his cheeks before beginning again.

"After some time, he turned me around to face him, my vision was only a blur and I couldn't distinguish the expression on his face. He kissed me, as he continued to break my bones, holding me tight to him. I passed out not long after I guess, I don't really remember the last minutes. When I awoke, I was on a bed, and he was sitting next to me. The second I saw him, so close to me, I wanted to die, not to have to endure it anymore. His eyes were accusing, I didn't know what I had do wrong, what I had do to deserve his wrath, and I still wonder why he did all that... What did I do?"

"It isn't your fault boy" Vegeta said, trying to sound reassuring.

Gohan gave a weak smile to acknowledge Vegeta's sympathy and started again.

"Father healed me with a senzu bean, thought I think it would have been better if he just had let me die there. During the 3 following months, I was so scared of him, I didn't talked and tried to stay away from him the more I could. Then... it happened again, I was taking a bath and he just joined me. He approached me and I panicked, I tried to get out but I slipped in the water and found myself trapped under his body. He told me he wouldn't hurt me and that I had to trust him. An-and he touched me again, he played with me, and I could do nothing to stop him. I didn't want it, but I couldn't stop him. Soon enough, I couldn't even talk or think. I-I even begged him to finish. It didn't hurt that time, when he took me... I would have prefer it to be painful, but he forced me to enjoy. I'm so ashamed for it, how could I take pleasure in that, it's insane. Then again, after that, he acted normally, like he always been, there was still some differences in his temper, but nothing like the past months. "

Gohan closed his eyes and snuggled at Piccolo's chest, he didn't want to look at their expression, he was sure they would hate him after what he just told them, anyway, how could someone accept him after what he had do. Vegeta had stand up and was walking like a tiger in cage, thinking about the situation. The Namek stroked Gohan's hair softly, massaging his back in the same time to soothe him.

"It's alright Gohan, Goku is dead now, he can't hurt you anymore. And I'm here, I'm with you, I'll protect you."

Gohan smiled weakly and a little purr escaped his throat as his exhaustion took the better of him and he began drifting off to sleep slowly. After some minutes, he was soundly asleep in Piccolo's grasp. The green man touched his shoulder gently and made a shirt appear on him, he then stood up with Gohan in his arms. Vegeta turned to him and made a sign toward the door. They exited silently and Vegeta led them toward his room. They travelled up the stairs and entered a spacious room. Piccolo deposed Gohan on the large bed and covered him with the blankets as Vegeta waited to at the door.

"We'll talk in another place, he needs to rest" The saiyan said.

Piccolo nodded and followed him out the room and through other hallways to what must have been the living room. They sat in front of each other, thinking a bit before talking. Piccolo made sure no one was around before breaking the silence.

"What the hell got into Goku?"

"He was in rut."

"Explain your point."

"Saiyan males have mating seasons, well it isn't really a cycle 'cause it happens only twice for each saiyan. It's an instinct, when it comes, the saiyan in heat needs to produce an heir, and won't stop trying until it's done. It makes the one in heat extremely aggressive against competitors. That weakling Yamcha would come near the woman when I'm in rut and he'd be right dead at my feet in seconds. Understand my point?"

Piccolo nodded.

"It's still dangerous even for the saiyan himself, if he isn't capable to breed in the 2 years following the rut, he might as well go insane. I think that it is what happened to Kakarott. The kid said Kakarott had told him that his wife had neglected him, that sadistic woman of his must have forbid him to have sex with her. Then, he turned to the only one available around to bear him children, his own son."

Piccolo grit his pointed teeth in anger.

"And that bakayarou waited to be in another dimension so we couldn't interfere!"

Vegeta was preoccupied and his face didn't dismissed it.

"What's the matter Vegeta, is here something else?" Piccolo asked.

"Yes, I'm thinking of who will keep the baby."

"I didn't thought of that..."

"Gohan's too young to do it, I can't, because the woman will ask where the brat comes from and there's no way in hell I'm going to tell her that saiyan males can get pregnant. It's the same for Kakarott's woman, she'll turn crazy if she learns even a word of it. We're in deep shit."

"....... I will keep it." Piccolo said, unsure of himself.

Vegeta looked at him like he had grow another head and chuckled lightly.

"You? Do you even know anything about babies?"

"I'm very serious Vegeta! Anyway, I'm the only one available to raise it."

Vegeta stopped his snickering but looked at him amused.

"And if it's a girl, what will you do?"

"I'll just have to adapt."

"I hardly imagine you changing diapers and preparing meals, but you're right, you're the only one who can take care of it."

"Since I don't have a house, I'll just go to Kami's lookout if Dende is willing to."

"Alright."

"Vegeta... how will Gohan give birth?"

"By an operation, that's all. Just got to open his stomach and take the baby out."

"You know how to do that thing, don't you?"

"Of course I know, who do you take me for?! I'm not just a stupid fighting machine."

Piccolo gave a ghost of a smile and stood up to leave, knowing there was nothing more to say about it.

"I never thought I would say that to you one day but, thank you."

"For what?" Vegeta said, surprised.

"For helping Gohan through all this, it must be so hard for him."

"Don't think too much of me Namek, I'm only helping because the brat is half saiyan."

"If you say so.."

"Don't fuck with me! And I mean it."

"Alright, alright, don't get all cranky about it."

"Whatever, I'll pass by his house tomorrow to explain what's going on to him, he deserves to know everything about Kakarott's behaviour. And he needs to know some things to help himself in his pregnancy."

Piccolo arched a brow at that last sentence and looked down at the saiyan suspiciously.

"You seem to know about that matter pretty well, how is that?"

"None of your business! Now just get the brat and leave!"

Vegeta said with a harsh tone before standing up and walking pass the Namek and out of the living room.

Piccolo just shrugged and walked to Vegeta's room, where they had leave Gohan. After passing through many hallways and up the stairs, he arrived before the door he was searching for and entered silently. He walked to the bed's side and watched the sleeping half saiyan with a compassion smile. His hand reached for Gohan's naked tummy and he caressed it softly.

~ I swear to take good care of you and the little one you're carrying ~

He thought as he made another shirt appear on the boy's torso. He then took him in his arms, trying not to wake him up. Piccolo turned to the opened window and took off through it, flying toward Gohan's house. Half the way there, Gohan opened his eyes and looked up confuse.

"Where are we?"

"I'm taking you back to your house."

"Oh, alright." He said, snuggling at Piccolo's chest.

"Piccolo..."

"What?"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let father..."

"Gohan, don't be sorry, it isn't your fault."

"I feel safe with you." He whispered, changing the subject.

Piccolo smiled at him and Gohan began to purr against him in comfort, before falling into sleep again.

~ Strange, I didn't know saiyans could purr. ~

Not long after, Piccolo reached Gohan's front yard and walked to the door with the still asleep child in his arms. The namek knocked on the door and took a step back as the door flew open, barely knocking him to the ground. The man sighed in despair as Chichi glared at him for Kami knows whatever reason. He guessed that the woman was upset that her son was snuggle to him since she didn't like him at all. Why she didn't like him? Well, he wasn't `normal` he thought.

"What did you do to my son?!" She barely screamed.

~ Damn it, not again, it's about the hundredth time she asks me that! ~

"He was exhaust after a spar and I decided to bring him back while he was making a nap! Now shut the hell up or you'll wake him!"

He spat as he tossed her to the side and walked in the house. He didn't even turn back to see the dark stare she was giving him as he walked toward Gohan's room.

"What are you doing?!"

Her screeching voice stopped him. Without looking at her he just opened the door.

"I'm going to let Gohan on his bed if you don't have a problem with that. "

He answered sharply before stepping in and shutting the door behind him. He walked to the bed and laid Gohan on it gently. The namek then left by the opened window, not wanting to risk any other encounter with Chichi. He closed the window behind him and took off toward Kami's lookout.

CHAPTER 3

*** The next morning at Capsule Corp. ***

Vegeta finished putting on his Saiyan armour and exited his room. He walked through the house, heading for the front door. Bulma then came across his path and stopped him.

"Where are you going?"

"None of your business woman."

"Yes it is, mister high and mighty. I want you to watch Trunks today. "

"Why would I watch the brat?"

"Because I tell you to."

"And you think I'm just going to obey you." He replied irritated.

"Yes you will! You've never done anything for Trunks, so you're gonna start now."

"The brat is none of my concern right now woman."

"Will you stop calling me woman, I have a name for your information! And the `brat` in question is named Trunks!"

"I'll call you two by whatever I want. Now, I have to go."

Frustrated, she tried to slap him, but he didn't even flinch. She brought her hand to her chest as it began to ache from the blow. Vegeta laughed at her and passed by her. She regained herself immediately and glared at his back. Then, an evil smile appeared on her face and she talked in a low tone.

"If you don't bring Trunks with you today, you won't put a foot in this house again for a complete month. And at your return, the couch will be please to have you for a couple of weeks."

That stopped the Saiyan prince, who looked back with wide eyes.

"You ... wouldn't." He said, looking nervous.

"Of course I would, it would just be more food for the rest of the house and less complaining to hear. As for me, it will just let me more place in the bed to sleep, what a shame."

She replied with a triumph smile as she turned her back to him.

"Damn you! Where is the brat?!"

"You see, you can never win against me. Where are you going?"

"Will you stop asking questions all the time. I'm going to Kakarott's house, now where is he?"

"In the living room. Have a good day my dear." she said as she walked away.

"You'll pay for that." Vegeta muttered to himself as he went downstairs and to the living room.

Trunks was sleeping in a crib, so he just took him out and held him under his arm like a package. Vegeta then ran to the door and took off into the sky. Trunks awoke to the abrupt gestures and shrieked before starting to cry loudly to his father's despair. As they flew, the screaming and crying just got louder. Vegeta put a hand to the baby's mouth to shut him up.

"Will you stop already!? My eardrums will burst at that rate! You're worst than your mother."

Trunks didn't like the hand on his mouth at all and bit down hard on one of the fingers, barely cutting it.

"AAAHHHH! SHIMATTA!" Vegeta screamed as he dropped Trunks to grab his bleeding finger.

"Damn that brat! He has fucking strong jaws!"

He then remarked that the baby was falling under him and was about to hit the ground. He hurriedly flew to him and caught him before the impact. The man landed and deposed Trunks on the ground to check his own wound. The baby's teeth had go all the way through the flesh and had stopped to the bone. He glared at the little one at his feet.

"I hope you're proud of yourself, you barely amputated me."

Trunks just licked at the blood on his little lips and giggled happily, clapping his hands up to his father's face.

"Laugh as you can, you'll pay for it." Vegeta said sharply.

The infant just grinned as he tried to lick more blood from his lips.

"You liked that don't you?"

Trunks shrieked happily.

"Well you won't have any chance to do that again!"

Vegeta tore a part of his spandex shirt and wrapped it around his bleeding finger to hide the wound. He then took Trunks back under his arm and elevated himself into the air before going toward Gohan's house.

He landed some time later in the front yard. Casually, he approached the door and knocked on it waiting for an answer. He had hope that Gohan would be the one to answer, but to his despair, Chichi came in view. She stared in wonder at him before he tried to enter. She just blocked the way.

"Vegeta, what are you doing here?"

The Ouji's voice turned sarcastic as he answered. "Oh well, I was having a little walk and I decide to come by to say hello."

He glared at her as his voice returned to it's normal tone.

"Seriously human, why would I come in that lost pit of that mud ball of a planet if not to spar with your boy."

"Funny, I didn't even know you had any sense of humour. But Gohan is studying, he can't fight."

"To hell with the studies! He's half Saiyan, he doesn't need that! Beside, he's already smart enough for a kid."

He tossed her to the side and entered the house. She then saw Trunks pinned under his arm and barely made a heart attack.

"That's not any way to carry a baby!"

"Mind your business, you're not gonna tell me how to act with MY brat. "

Gohan came into the hall at that moment, glancing at them both.

"Why did you come Vegeta?" He asked.

"Come with me, I want to fi-"

"No! He's studying!" Chichi interrupted.

"Don't cut me when I'm speaking woman, you could regret it." He told her in a warning tone.

"Get out of my house!" She said pointing the door.

"I won't get out if the boy doesn't come with me."

"Yes you will! Get out!"

"No, I wont."

"Yes"

"No"

"Yes"

"No"

Gohan just looked at them, amused by their arguing, as they continue. When he saw that the Saiyan was about to hit his mother, he decided to interfere, knowing that the fun had end. He walked between them, facing his mother.

"Look mom, I finished my studying and Vegeta-san won't get out until he has what he wants, trust me."

"But-"

"Please, let me go with him."

"...Ok then. I want you home before dinner, is that clear?"

"I swear mom." He said as he walked to Vegeta's side.

Vegeta smirked at Chichi and handed her Trunks.

"Keep my brat while we're gone."

She sighed in defeat and took the sleeping baby in her arms before walking out the hall and to the kitchen.

Vegeta and Gohan exited the house and elevated themselves into the air.

"Where are we going?" Gohan asked.

"Follow me." Vegeta said as he took off in a direction.

They flew side by side for some minutes before Vegeta stopped and pointed to a vast forest under them. They landed and Vegeta made sure there wasn't anybody around.

"We aren't here to spar, am I right?" Gohan asked with an annoyed gaze.

"Yes, you're right. I want to explain what's going on to you."

Vegeta stated, glancing at Gohan's tummy. Gohan just looked away.

"I know what's happening, it would be useless for you to explain."

"They're things you need to know boy, and I wouldn't waste my time here if it was useless."

"You think I don't know what's going on!? I'm pregnant with my father's child because he raped me! There isn't anything more about it!"

"Yes, there is more! So you'll just keep silent because I don't want to repeat myself."

"What will it change?"

"Nothing, but you'll understand Kakarott's behaviour and-"

"As if I wanted to know!" Gohan said as he turned his back to Vegeta.

The older Saiyan moved before he could react and he found himself pinned to a tree by a hand on his throat. Vegeta looked at him with annoying and anger in his eyes.

"Now, boy, you will shut up and listen. I'm not here to waste my time with an arrogant brat like you. If you don't want my help, just tell me and I'll leave you in the shit you're in. And trust me, you are in deep shit. I'm the only one who can help you for that matter so you will show some respect. Is that clear?"

"Yes, I'm sorry." Gohan apologised.

Vegeta let go of his throat and he fell on the ground. He then took a sitting position and waited for Vegeta to talk. The Saiyan sat in front of him and crossed his arms in his usual posture.

"So, I hate to admit it, but it will be like a class on Saiyan biology. "

Gohan nodded and Vegeta continued.

"Twice in their life, Saiyan males go into a period named rut, or heat if you prefer. It can happen anytime, it depends on the Saiyan himself. As for you, your first period could begin tomorrow as it could happen in 15 years, nobody knows. When a Saiyan is in heat, he has only one idea in mind: have sex and breed. He won't stop trying until it's done and here is the dangerous side, the rut can last for years and stops only when the system senses a change in the ki of the other partner, indicting that she or he is pregnant. But the worst is, if a Saiyan stays in heat for more than 2 years, it might affect his mind and he could turn insane. If you must know, you're lucky Kakarott got you pregnant that fast, 'cause it would have been worst for you if he hadn't."

"You mean that he knows I'm pregnant!?"

"No, it was all subconscious and plus, he knows nothing about that matter. "
"But why me? He could have made it with my mother!"

"There must have been a problem with the harpy. He told you it was her fault right?"

Gohan nodded. Vegeta thought of it for a minute and talked again.

"To resume, Kakarott came back from space and went in heat one year after. He must have tried to have sex with his woman but she just rejected him for whatever reason, but since she's not Saiyan, his body didn't necessarily want her so he didn't force anything. But then you hit puberty and your reproductive system activated itself. Kakarott's instincts sensed it and he subconsciously started to desire you. He just waited to be alone with you and... you know the end."

"..."

"You understand?"

"Yeah, I guess so. And what will I do? I can't keep a baby." Gohan said.

"I talked with the Namek about that fact, and if you agree, he will keep your brat and raise it on Kami's lookout."

"I don't care, do what you want."

Vegeta sighed and stood up.

"We still have a major problem, if I judged right, it's been 2 months that you're pregnant, so you still have 3 months to go before giving birth. Since Saiyan pregnancy only last 5 months."

Gohan just snorted.

"And where is the problem in that?"

"Think for a second! Your damn stomach will continue to grow bigger for at least the 2 next months! And ear me clearly here, there is no way in hell I'm letting your mother know about this."

"What the heck am I suppose to do about that?!"

"I don't know right now, I'll try to make up something with the Namek."

"What a joy." Replied Gohan sarcastically.

Vegeta glared at him but Gohan just glared back. The Saiyan turned his back to the other and walked away a bit before turning back toward Gohan with a mean smile.

"I have nothing else to discuss with you brat. Oh and by the way, no spar for you anymore, could be bad for your health in the situation you're in. I'll make sure to warn your dear sensei about that. And, most appealing of all, keep yourself near a toilet for the times to come, 'cause be sure you'll be sick, extremely sick."

Vegeta snickered at the look of despair on Gohan's face and took of toward the little house to take back Trunks.

Gohan got to his feet and sighed sadly.

"Lets just hope that bastard finds something to hide that shit from mother."

He then took off into the sky too to get back to his house.

Gohan landed not long after in the front yard and heard screaming from the house. He sighed again and entered the house.

"Give me my fucking brat you crazy onna!" Vegeta roared at Chichi, who had a crying Trunks in her arms.

"Stop screaming! You're making him cry!" Chichi was glaring daggers at the saiyan prince, who was red in furry.

"If you don't give him now I'll blow this place into oblivion you bitch!"

Gohan rolled his eyes and walked to his mother calmly.

"Mom, give him Trunks, he's his son anyway and his damn screeching is making me nuts."

Chichi was stunned at Gohan's rash words, never had he ever talk to her like that. Vegeta just kept growling at both of them. When the demi saiyan saw that his mother wasn't reacting he just snatched the crying Trunks from her arms and shoved him in Vegeta's arms. It's just when he finally began to head for his room that Chichi reacted and completely forgot Vegeta.

"Son Gohan! Since when are you allowed to talk like that!? Come back here right now young boy! I will not accept such a language in my own house especially from you!"

Gohan ignored her and slammed his door behind him. Chichi gaped in disbelief and turned to Vegeta, but he had already leave with Trunks.

*** A week later ***

Piccolo fled toward Gohan's house through the early morning sky. He was about to lend before the front but chose otherwise, not wanting to deal with the psychotic onna. He silently walked to Gohan's room window and took a look inside. The room was empty but he heard a walking sound coming from the hallway. The door opened slowly and a sick looking Gohan entered. His face was paler than originally and he had black marks under his eyes. Piccolo knocked slightly on the window and Gohan turned to him. The demi saiyan uttered a weak smile at the sight of his mentor and opened the window to let him in. The namek passed with a little difficulty and sat on the edge of the bed, motioning Gohan to sit next to him.

"You look awful Gohan, are you ok?" Piccolo asked with great concern.

Gohan sat next to him.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just started throwing up like mad this morning."

"Vegeta told me this would happen. What did your mother say?"

"To stay to bed of course. But what are you here for?"

"To pick you up, you're going to come to live with me until you give birth. And I'll say to your mother I'm taking you for a 3 months intensive training trip."

"Like if she will agree." Gohan mourned.

"I'm taking you with me, that she wants it or not. It's the only way to hide your pregnancy from her anyway."

"Don't mention that anymore, please. I don't want to think of it."

"I'm sorry, I won't if it's what you wish."

"Thank you."

Gohan closed his eyes slightly and rested his head against Piccolo's chest. The namek stroked the half saiyan's hair gently and laid him back against the bed. Gohan let him and smiled softly as Piccolo put him under his blankets and stood to leave.

"Sleep well Gohan."

The namek left the room by the door and walked to the kitchen, where Chichi was cooking. She turned back suddenly as Piccolo's weight made the wooden floor crack as he walked.

"What are you doing here?"

"I want to take Gohan with me for a training trip around the Earth. Before you refuse, I want to tell you that I don't expect us to do just training, I thought that the kid would have fun learning about the different civilisations around the planet, and that it could be a good way for him to study them. So he would have the training Goku would want him to have, and the studies in the same time."

Chichi seemed in deep thought and Piccolo was stressing. He never had to invent such a lie and wasn't sure if the woman would actually believe him. And he had have big difficulty not to growl at his own mention of Goku.

"Do you agree?" Piccolo asked, seeming perfectly clam.

"How long?"

"3 months."

"Is Vegeta going with you?"

"No, why?"

"It's alright then, I don't want that monster near my son, he's a bad influence on him."

Piccolo sighed in relief.

"You sure it's ok?"

"Well, as long as he keeps studying it's alright. And plus, Gohan will be happy. It's still hard for me to accept it, but you're the only friend he has."

Piccolo was astonished. Was she really the Chichi he knew?! He was curious about her strange behaviour but decided to take advantage of the situation.

"I'll come to take him tonight at 8 then, so it'll give you two the time needed to prepare his stuff."

"Alright."

Piccolo then left the house, still wondering about Chichi's weird acting.

*** At 8:00 o'clock ***

Gohan gave his good bye to his mother and prepared to go off. Piccolo picked up Gohan's things and elevated himself to the sky. Gohan took a last look at his mother and saw a tear streak down her face. He felt a little guilty of leaving her but he shrugged it off and followed Piccolo through the night falling sky.

They flew for about 2 hours when they finally lend in a deep forest. The sky was already dark and the some stars shone brightly into the night. Piccolo took a capsule out of his gi and threw it to the ground, a thug was heard before the capsule transformed into a capsule house.

They entered silently and Piccolo deposited Gohan's stuff on the floor.

"Mother was acting strange today, she would never have accept what you offered her, and since I'm sick, well, it's even more surprising."

Gohan said, worried. Piccolo looked at the ground.

"I remarked it too. But she'll surely be fine"

"Lets just hope so."

The namek turned to him.

"I'll lead you to your room, you need rest kid."

Gohan nodded and followed him to a room. He took off his gi shirt and pants, leaving his boxers on and humped under the covers. Piccolo stood into the door way.

"Piccolo?"

"What?"

"Is it true, what you said to my mom?"

"For the training part, no. Vegeta warned me before I came to see you that you couldn't fight. But if you want, we'll visit some places."

"ok. Good night Piccolo san."

"Sleep well kid."

Piccolo closed the lights off and left the room, heading for his own.

*** 1 month later ***

After 3 weeks of visiting America, Piccolo and Gohan had finally returned. Gohan was as happy as ever, even if he was sick the most part of the time, to be with his sensei like that all the time was all it took him. His stomach had grow considerately and no large shirt could hide it anymore. The young demi saiyan suffered of back aches, due to the weight that was always heightening in his middle. But he still seemed the happy going child he always has been. Thought, even if awake he seemed happy, his nights were always haunt by horrible nightmares. Piccolo often had to sleep with the boy to reassure him, not that he minded.

Gohan was laid back on the couch, watching the television as the namek prepared something for him to eat.

"Piccolo san."

Piccolo passed his head in the door way.

"What?"

"I'm worried for my mom."

"You want me to go check on her? To see if she's ok."

"You would do that?" Gohan asked with a sweet voice.

"If it pleases you." Piccolo smiled to him.

"Thanks a lot." Gohan stood up with some difficulty and walked to sit on a kitchen chair as Piccolo placed his meal on the table.

"I'll be right back."

Gohan nodded and Piccolo opened the door and took off toward Chichi's house.

He landed not long after in front of the door and knocked on it. He waited but no answers came. He knocked again, harder this time. Nothing. He opened the door since is wasn't lock. An horrid smell automatically assault his nostrils and he frowned in disgust at the odour. He checked all the pieces of the house, they were all empty. He came across the last room, Chichi's. He opened the door and the stinking smell got heavier. The room was dark so Piccolo turned on the lights. He took a step back at the sight that was before him.

Chichi laid on the carpet floor, dead. She had a kitchen knife through her chest, and the blood all around her was a deep cherry red due to the fact that it was dry. Her skin was a greeny white and it was obvious she had been dead for a very long time.

Piccolo gulped hardly and noticed a note on the bed. He contoured the dead body, took the note and read it: ~ I'm sorry Gohan, love you. ~

Piccolo took the knife out of her chest and covered her up with the bed blanket. He put the note she had leave in his pants and took her up in his arms. The green warrior walked out of the house and dug a big hole in the ground near the house with his ki. He laid the cold woman in the hole and buried her.

"How am I going to say this to Gohan..."

He took off back toward the little capsule house in the woods. He entered the house silently and spotted Gohan sleeping on the couch. Piccolo took the little form in his arms and brought him to his room, laying him on his bed. Gohan stirred a bit and opened his eyes.

"Piccolo, stay with me, please." He asked in a sleepy voice.

Piccolo nodded and laid on his side on the bed. Gohan snuggled up to him and the namek hold his smaller form in his embrace. The demi saiyan fell asleep immediately and Piccolo was left to think on how he would announce him the sad new.

CHAPTER 4

*** The next morning ***

Mentor and pupil sat at the kitchen table, the younger one devouring his breakfast as the taller one seemed stoic as always. Gohan finished his last plate and smiled in contentment.

"So, you checked on my mother yesterday? how was she?"

Piccolo looked sadly at him but didn't answered, just nodded.

"What? Something happened to her?" Gohan asked really worriedly.

". . .. Yes, indeed."

"What happened Piccolo?"

"Your mother . . . .she .. . she committed suicide. .."

Gohan gulped some hair down loudly and tears descended of his sorrow filed eyes. Piccolo got up to his side and took him in his arms. Gohan began to sob into his shoulder.

"I'm sorry Gohan."

"I shouldn't have leave. .. that's why she wanted me to go."

"She left a note for you." Piccolo said as he took the note out of his pants and gave it to him.

Gohan reduced his sobs to some short intakes of breath and read the note.
"Did you .. . did you bury her?"

"Yes."

Gohan felt sick all of a sudden.

"Piccolo, let me down, I'm going to be sick again."

The namek deposed Gohan to the ground and the boy ran to the washroom to throw up. This had been happening non stop this last month, and Gohan was getting weaker and weaker with the passing time.

Piccolo walked to the bathroom door and tried to open it but it was lock. He could hear Gohan sobbing inside.

"Are you ok Gohan? You need some help?" He asked with great worry in his voice.

". .. N-no. .. I just. .. need some ti-time alone, please. .."

"Alright, if you need something, I'm here."

Piccolo sat next to the door frame and started meditating.

*** 1 month and a half after ***

One week after Piccolo discovered Chichi, Gohan and him moved in the now empty house. Gohan had ask his mentor to stay and live with him and he had gladly accept. The baby was due in 2 weeks and Gohan was in the worst stage he'd ever been in. Since his body wasn't still completely formed and too little to carry children, he was suffering of horrid back aches and could barely stand due to the now immense weight he had to bear. He had to eat much but was too weak to do so, he always ended up puking whatever had get down his throat. His skin was paler than normal average and black bags had form under his eyes because of the lack of sleep he was getting. Piccolo didn't know what to do to help him and felt completely useless. But he stayed since Gohan said his presence helped a lot.

Piccolo had warn Vegeta of what had happen with Chichi and Gohan's bad going situation. Vegeta kept saying it was normal and that he'd be fine. But when he came to store the surgical tools that would be needed into the house, his eyes had widen in shock at the sight of Gohan. He then had frantically warned the namek that if the kid's condition got any worse, he'd have to take the baby out right away, dead or alive.

***

It was about 1h30 in the morning, the house was quiet and the two habitants living there were soundlessly sleeping in their respective room. The younger one slowly awoke as little sparks of pain wracked his stomach. He closed his eyes, but they flew open the next second as the little sparks transformed into tide waves of immense pain. Before he knew it, a loud scream was tore of his throat as the pain became harder and the air was cut out of his lungs.

Piccolo jumped awake at the screaming sound and fell off his bed trying to get out of his covers. He quickly made appear a pair of pants on himself and ran to his pupil's room. Gohan was tearing at the bed sheets and hot tears flowed from his eyes as he screamed again. Piccolo ran to his side and grasp Gohan's head in his hands.

"Gohan! Listen to me! Try to calm down, inhale, breathe out, inhale, breathe out!"

Gohan couldn't utter a word as he tried his best to do as Piccolo told him.

"Help .. . . please .. .. pic. . . picc. ." He didn't finish his sentence as he began to cough up blood.

The namek, originally calm and reserved was freaking out, totally stressed. He concentrated the best he could and telepathically called for Vegeta. Another scream tore through the room and Piccolo lost his concentration. Blood streaked down Gohan's mouth and melted with the tears that were being spill. Piccolo went to the other side of the room and tried again in despair.

~ VEGETA!!!!!!!!!!! ~

*** At Capsule Corp. ***

The saiyan prince awoke in a second at the sudden shout in his head. He shook his sleepiness off and heard it again.

~ FOR FUCK'S SAKE VEGETA WAKE UP! ~

~ What is it Namek??? ~

~ BRING YOUR ASS HERE RIGHT NOW! GOHAN'S GOING TO DIE DAMN IT! ~

Vegeta got straight to his feet, put on some spandex pants and flew out the window. His hair flashed golden blonde and his eyes turned green as he flew top speed toward the little house.

*** back at the house ***

Piccolo hurriedly took the tools Vegeta had bring the last day onto Gohan's night stand. The kid was breathing harshly, crying in pain and screams escaped him at each 5 passing seconds until his throat was too irritate screaming. The namek tore Gohan's shirt off of him and injected him a pain killer.

Vegeta entered the house, went to his normal form and ran to Gohan's room. He looked at the blood straining the boy's face and hurried to the tools.

"Namek, did you give him the pain killer?!"

"Yes! What's happening ?!"

Vegeta put on a pair of surgical gloves and took the scalpel on the night table.

"Hold him down!"

Piccolo grasped Gohan's shoulders and held him to the mattress. Gohan looked up in his eyes in sorrow for comfort and Piccolo forced a smile to his face for the boy's sake. Vegeta applied the knife down under Gohan's breasts and slid down to his lower abdomen, slicing his belly open. Gohan's body shook again but Piccolo hold him still and watched in disgust as Vegeta's hands dived unseen into Gohan. The demi saiyan was already in too much pain to even remark, and plus, the pain killer was doing its effect in numbing the sensation a bit. The minutes passed like centuries for everyone in the room. Finally, Vegeta began to retire his hands from Gohan's middle and Piccolo could see some spiky locks pass too. Then, the saiyan no ouji lifted up the blood soaked body of a crying infant.

"Wash him off." Vegeta motioned to Piccolo to take the now screeching baby.

Piccolo let go of Gohan's shoulders and took the baby into his arms and brought him out to clean him. Vegeta turned back to Gohan, who was looking at where Piccolo had leave with a sad expression.

"Don't worry Gohan, they'll be right back." Vegeta said kindly.

Gohan was surprise at that, never had Vegeta call him by his name, and with a kind tone with that. But not that he cared right now, he felt weak, and dizziness was making his eyes lids heavy, begging him to sleep.

"Gohan! Don't close your eyes, you have to stay awake, just a second!"

The full blooded saiyan then took off his cloves and searched quickly through some stuff on the little night stand. He finally turned toward Gohan again and offered him a senzu bean. Gohan took it automatically and the cut on his stomach disappeared within seconds, as well as the pain and the blood in his throat.

Gohan sat up and glazed at the doorframe as Piccolo made his way in with a crying package wrapped in a towel. Gohan unconsciously growled deep at him and glared. Seeing that, Piccolo handed him the infant and walked back to stand aside.

Gohan slowly tossed the towel aside to reveal the baby. He had spiky black hair all in a mess, magnificent black eyes and a creamy peach skin. The baby stared at person in front of him and a little grin formed on his sweet face as the odour of his mother reassured him. Gohan brought his son to his chest and laid back down on the bed. A deep purr escaped his chest as he stroked the baby's wild mane with a hand. The little one started to purr too and Gohan sensed a little furry thing wrap around his wrist. He looked down at his other hand, that was on his son's back, and saw a little brown tail comfortably coiled around his wrist. He took the tail between his fingers and stroked it gently, lulling the infant to sleep.

Vegeta and Piccolo observed the scene silently and decided to leave the room to let them alone. They both went to the kitchen and sat in front of each other.

"I tell you namek, we're really lucky none of them died."

"What do you mean?"

"When the contractions began, the baby pierced the kind of envelope he was in and found himself in the intestine area. That's why Gohan was coughing up blood, his intestines were being torn apart by the baby, who tried to get out of there. But then again, the little brat could've had strangle himself in that. If it wasn't of the senzu bean, Gohan would be dead. "

"But they're both alive, thanks Kami. That's one heck of a baby Gohan had, I weighted him after washing him off. The little boy makes 10. 6 lbs.!"

"It's a normal weight for saiyan babies, but still a little big for a 11 years old boy to bear. But now things will be way much easier for him. "

"Did you see how much the baby looks like Goku?"

"How could I have miss that, the brat is a miniaturised replica of that bastard."

"I know, but at least it didn't seem to disturb Gohan."

"It would never, they are bound to each other, never in their entire life will someone love them more than one another. Anybody would threaten the little one's life right now, and I swear, even if it was you, Gohan wouldn't think it over for even a second before ripping your head off. Just remember the way he growled and glared at you when you brought him his son earlier."

"Right. Well, the worst is over. Now, a problem stays, what will we say to the others, they'll find out sooner or later for the baby."

"Fuck them, they don't deserve to know."

"Did you tell Bulma about Chichi's death?"

"No. Why?"
"Well, we could just make them believe that she died giving birth to Goku's second child."

"I don't care, do what you want about those human weaklings. I'll just leave now."

"Alright."

Vegeta got up and walked to the kitchen door before Piccolo talked again.

"Vegeta,"

"What?"

"Thank you, for all you did for him."

Vegeta shrugged it off and walked out of the room. He was about to leave the house when decided against it and walked back into the kitchen. Piccolo, who had stand up, turned to him.

"Something wrong?"

"No, but there's one last thing I want to make sure."

"And what's that?"

"I'd watch myself if I were you, Gohan's saiyan side will be stronger than ever because of his new born son."

"And where's the problem in that?"

"I'll put it plainly, the boy seems too much attract to you, might even say has a huge crush on you. And acting on instincts, he won't hesitate to let you fuck him."

Piccolo was speechless.

"And since you don't seem to dislike him either, if you know what I mean, I'm warning you. I swear to you here, and trust my words, that if the boy gets pregnant again, I'll kill you, I'll tear out your limbs one by one and make sure you suffer like you never did."

With those last words, Vegeta turned back and left the house to go back to his own. Piccolo swallowed hard but regained his composure.

The namek walked back to Gohan's room and entered. Both Gohan and his son were soundly asleep and a slight purr could still be heard from Gohan. Piccolo really didn't want to disturb them, but the bed sheets were blood soaked and the scent of blood was heavy in the air. He approached them silently and took Gohan up in his arms, making sure the baby stayed on the boy's chest. The demi saiyan had been so exhaust over the past 2 months that he didn't even flinch and stayed asleep as Piccolo transported them to his room. He laid Gohan down on his bed, the new born still on his chest, and covered them up before leaving the bedroom. He went back to Gohan's, opened the window to let the air in and destroyed the bed sheets with a little amount of his ki. Piccolo then went to the living room and slumped himself onto the couch, falling asleep.

THE END