Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ All Tied Up ❯ Part Two ( Chapter 2 )

All Tied Up

(Section 2)

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Fed up with the chase, Gohan put on an extra burst of speed and landed in front of Master Roshi and Piccolo on the outskirts of the city. Crossing his arms over his chest, he glared at the old master and said with barely suppressed patience, "Master Roshi, I demand to have my mentor back."

Roshi smirked slyly. "I'm not done with Piccolo yet. Come back in a few days."

Gohan glared and started to advance angrily on the old master. "What are you going to do to stop me from taking Piccolo back?" he snarled. If he had a tail, it would've been puffed up and lashing from side to side in anger.

Roshi put Piccolo carefully on the ground, and pulled a dart gun loaded with a little blue vial, from out of the shell on his back. "You see what this is Gohan? Bulma gave me this fluid when I told her that I had trouble sleeping at night. I took the medicine and loaded the dart gun. Now I can use it to take girls home with me. Of course, if Bulma knew what I was doing with it, she wouldn't keep supplying me with some each month. It might keep Vejita down for a few hours. It can keep a regular human down for a day and a half. Just imagine what it could do to you!"

Gohan glared, then smirked. "What makes you think you can hit me? I was able to dodge Cell's every attack and he was a lot stronger and faster than you are."

Roshi grinned sadistically. "You won't be able to see this." He then pushed the trigger and faster than Gohan could see, the dart embedded itself in his arm.

Instantly, Gohan began to see double and the world swam before his eyes as he fell into darkness.

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~Five hours later~

Gohan awoke feeling very groggy. Grasping his spinning head, he sat up slowly to find himself in a jail cell. Looking around he could see five other men in the cell, one of them looking at him with a licentious glint in his eyes.

Gohan shivered under the look and immediately adverted his gaze to the man nearest him. "What am I doing here?" he asked.

The man raised an eyebrow at him, his blue eyes dancing with mirth. "You tell me. I'm not the naked one here."

Gohan eyes widened as he looked at the man in disbelief, and then down at himself. As soon as his saw his naked form, he clasped his hands over himself and his face turned pink. You could've cooked an egg on his forehead.

The others in the cell chuckled with glee at his embarrassment. Gohan's face brightened even more. With a groan, he sunk down onto a cot and tried to figure out what to do.

He could break out of the cell, but being the law-abiding citizen he was, but his morals wouldn't allow him to do such a thing. With a sigh, he decided that the best option for him at this point would be to wait for someone to bail him out.

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~Four hours later~

Gohan looked up from the cards that he was playing with the other inmates in the cell with him as the door of the cell opened, and the face of an officer appeared at the bars. "Is there a Son Gohan in here?"

Gohan stood up from the game and approached the door, feeling the eyes of the horny man on his back as he walked. "Yes sir. That would be me. Is there a problem?"

The guard shook his head, looking behind Gohan towards the inmate that was making Gohan nervous. "No, there is not a problem. But there may have been one if you had stayed in here a little longer than you have."

Gohan knew what the guard was talking about and looked back at the man that was still studying him. "I... umm…"

"You don't have to say a word. Your bail has been paid. You are free to go."

Gohan raised an eyebrow in question at that as he walked out of the cell. "Who bailed me out?"

The guard shrugged. "Some lady. I am just here to get the inmates out. Oh, and you may want to put on some clothes as soon as you can."

Gohan's cheeks flushed as he walked down the row of cells, feeling dozens of eyes on him. "Isn't there some clothing that you can let me borrow?"

"Nope. Sorry, sir," the guard replied, shaking his head as he reached the end of the hall and pulled out his keys.

Gohan groaned at the thought of what his mother would say when she found out about this. 'Course, she probably already knew and was no doubt waiting for him in the reception room of the police station. Unlike his dad, Gohan felt self-conscious when he was naked before others. It was the way that he was brought up. Instead of living by himself in the middle of nowhere like Goku had when he was younger, Gohan lived with his mom and that made all the difference.

The guard closed the door after Gohan stepped through it and he was free to walk to the waiting room on his own. As he went, he was once again aware of all the looks he was receiving. Unlike the looks the other criminals gave him however, these looks were those of disapproval.

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Gohan finally reached the waiting room, dreading whom he would find within and hoping that it wouldn't be his mother. There were only three other people in the room. A young man with short brown hair, a tall woman with weary dark eyes and a blue haired attractive woman.

As soon as Gohan entered, the three people in the room all turned to look at him. As soon as they saw that he was naked, their faces turned from expectation at seeing the people they were waiting for, to that of astonishment.

The blue haired lady rushed to him and pulled him after her out of the building and into the car waiting before the station. Once he was inside, he felt a lot better and not so exposed. Once Bulma got in the car she turned it on and demanded, "Gohan, what were you thinking? Going out into public naked! You should feel ashamed of yourself!"

Gohan lowered his head, his hands moving to cover himself once more. "It wasn't my idea," he mumbled. "Roshi knocked me out and I woke up in there like this."

Bulma shook her heard. "Are you implying that Roshi took your clothes?"

Gohan nodded. "Yes. And he still has Mr. Piccolo."

Bulma laughed. "That is the wildest thing I have ever heard. Why would Roshi knock you out and take your clothes? Sure, taking Piccolo is down right strange, but what you are suggesting is not even plausible."

Gohan glowered at her. "Fine, don't believe me. I don't care. All I want to do is get my teacher back."

Bulma nodded. "Understandable. You can go over there after you talk to your mom."

Gohan looked at her, horrified. "What? I can't see my mom like this!"

Bulma shrugged, "Your problem, not mine. You should not have been running around the city naked."

"But I wasn't…" Gohan trailed off, knowing that he wasn't going to win the fight and looked out the window, missing the grin that flashed across Bulma's face.

*

The talk with Chichi wasn't uplifting at all. After thirty minutes of her ranting about how irresponsible he was, she made him go to his room and get dressed. Bulma wasn't any help at all, having already finishing what she set out to do.

After Gohan disappeared miserably up the stairs, Chichi turned to Bulma. "Thank you again for bailing him out. After I was told he was in there, I didn't know what to do."

Bulma nodded in understanding. "I know. In addition, you were mad. Don't you worry about paying me back, I was more than happy to help."

Chichi hugged her friend tightly and smiled. "Great. Oh, and you're coming to dinner soon. Right?"

Bulma nodded. "Sure. When?"

"Next weekend sound good to you? It will give me enough time to find Goku and Vejita and invite them also."

Bulma laughed. "Good luck getting Vejita to come."

Chichi shrugged. "He knows that there will be lots of food. What Saiya-jin could resist that?"

"Especially your food," Bulma complimented. "You're a wonderful cook."

Chichi blushed slightly. "Why thank you, Bulma. See you tomorrow then?"

Bulma nodded. "Sure thing. Later Chichi." With a final hug, Bulma walked out and waved before stepping into her car and driving off.

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Meanwhile, Gohan had finished dressing and was now getting ready to leave in order to get his teacher back. Who knew what he was going through in the hands of that lecher? Armed with money, he flew out the window and headed toward the city.

*

Gohan walked out of the pink salon shop (a pink salon shop in Japan, are the places that sell pornography and are painted pink) with a bag containing five new comic books, all depicting lots of pictures of naked men and woman within the pages. With a smirk, he flew off in the direction of Kame House.

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Gohan landed before the house of the turtle hermit on the small island and could hear the laughter of the old master. With a growl, Gohan pounded on the door and without waiting for a response, opened it and stepped into the room that was brightly lit with the light of the setting sun.

Following the sounds of the laughter, Gohan found his way to the back room. The smell of revulsion and maniacal happiness was seeped into the smell of his mentor and the old master. With another growl, Gohan tried the knob, and finding it locked, simply used his free hand to blast the door down, not in the mood for formality.

The sight of a naked old man sitting atop of Gohan's equally naked master caused a snarl to arise within him and he stalked over to the pair lying atop the bed and stopped in confused surprise. Piccolo wasn't wrapped up anymore.

Gohan frowned at the revelation and asked, "Piccolo, why are you still there if you aren't tied up anymore?"

Piccolo glared at the teen from over Roshi's shoulder and managed to pry his arms up. "Because of this!"
Gohan's eyes widened and he whirled on the old man again. "Untie his wrists now. What kind of duct tape is that anyway?"
Roshi smirked. "It is a special kind, as Piccolo here has already discovered. It doesn't come off easily, but at least it doesn't hurt if you can get past the initial barrier. Since it is my tape, I know how to get it off. Piccolo however, is at my will until I am ready to let him go. Now, if you would kindly leave, we have some business to take care of here."

Gohan watched in disbelief as Roshi bent over toward Piccolo again. When he was inches away from his teacher's struggling body, Gohan held up the bag that he was carrying and said, "Master Roshi, can I make a trade with you?"

Master Roshi looked over at the teen, his bare chest reflecting the light of the setting sun coming in through the window and raised an eyebrow. "An exchange? For what?"
Gohan held out the bag and Roshi took it. Opening one of the books, he immediately started to drool. Gohan's insides twisted at the sight and he forced himself to look steadily at the old turtle hermit. "I'll give you all of those books in exchange for my teacher, my clothes and the removal of Piccolo's bonds."

Roshi put the book down and his eyes glowed with mischief. "Sounds fair to me."

Gohan sighed with relief. "Then I can have my teacher back?"

Roshi nodded. "And your clothes. However, in order for Piccolo's bonds to go, I need four more books."

Gohan looked at him in surprise. "What? What are you talking about?"

Master Roshi ticked off the items on his fingers. "You asked me to give you Piccolo. That's one. Your clothes include your tee shirt, boxers, pants, and socks and shoes. That's four. Piccolo's bonds include his two wrists and his ankles, making four. Therefore, you see, I need one comic book for each item. It's only fair."

Gohan's eyes widened and then flashed dangerously. "You will give me all I asked for or no books." After saying this he snatched the bag away.

Roshi's eyes appeared disappointed for a moment and then he smirked. "Fine, but I won't give you anything with an attitude like that."

Gohan glowered and hastily replied before Roshi could turn his attention back to his teacher. "Alright. I'll just remove the duct tape on my own. How hard can that be?" Master Roshi was really testing his patience.

Roshi nodded and got off of Piccolo, causing Gohan to look away as Master Roshi left the room. As soon as he was gone, Gohan went over to Piccolo's side and asked, "Are you alright, Piccolo-san?

Piccolo nodded and sat up. "Took you long enough, " he grumbled.

Gohan sighed. "Yes, well, I was in jail for four hours and then my mom yelled at me for thirty minutes. After that, I had to get the graphic novels. He didn't do anything to you, did he?"

Piccolo shook his head. "No, I just woke up about thirty minutes ago. He spent the time `til you showed up teasing me."

Gohan looked at him, questionably and Piccolo started to explain. "He knew that I wouldn't cooperate if he removed the tape, so he decided that the best way to keep me from running off was to knock me out with the same stuff he used on you and then retie only my hands and feet after removing the original tape."

Gohan grinned. "That was a pretty smart thing to do."
Piccolo glowered at him. "Don't you be getting any ideas."

Gohan suddenly looked confused. "Why didn't you just fly off?"

Piccolo huffed. "You try fending off someone long enough to get away without the use of your arms and legs."

Gohan nodded. "Good point."

Just then, a still naked Roshi walked in holding Gohan's clothes. "There you are," said Master Roshi, dumping the clothes on the bed. "Like I promised. Now, hand over the comics."

Gohan handed them over and immediately Roshi dashed out of the room with them. When he was gone, Gohan retrieved his clothes and asked his teacher if he would be able to fly home.

Piccolo nodded. "Yes, Gohan. I can fly just fine."

"Good, because the sooner I get you home and remove the tape, the better." So saying, the two opened the window and flew off into the early evening.

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