Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bejiita - Unattached ❯ Part 4 - Questions Answered? ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Rated: Strong R
Warnings: Yaoi, rather lemony, lil angsty, steamy, language. Enjoy ^^
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Just using the characters for my own amusement. So don't sue!

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Part 4

"So you love him..." He opens his dark eyes finally. Looking sated, and spent, but so sad.

"Then you know what you have to do..."

I play these words in my head over and over again as I fly home. Yes. There is a lot he has to do. But I think he's gonna need some help.

I think it's time to pay someone a visit.

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"Hey dad!"

"Hey Gohan! Long time no see!" he says, in surprisingly cheerful tone. Even for him.

We exchange rather mundane banter. Avoiding any truly important questions or meaningful discussion. But despite how lighthearted the conversation is, dad seemed on edge the second I walked through the open door. But at first I pay it no mind, and continued my little, 'catching up' questionnaire.

"So it looks like you're holding up pretty well. This is a nice looking place. Grandpa Gohan's old house right? I've never seen it till now."

"Yea this is the house I grew up in. Then after I met Buruma and everyone all those years ago, I never really came back..." he said looking down. I couldn't tell is he was happy or sad about that.

I looked at the huge woven basket of rice he was carrying with ease over one broad shoulder. He walks over to the kitchen, stocked to the ceiling with food I bet, and puts it down next to the others. I watch him repeat this process.

He almost seems his old cheery self. Almost.

I smell something cooking from the room he moves in and out of.

"Hey that smells good! It's nice to know how to cook. I should learn too. A quick ki blast isn't gonna cut it anymore." I say keeping my voice light.

He gives me a strange look, and then smiles a quick, but a half smile over his shoulder. I should learn how to cook. But he has to learn. No one's gonna do that for him anymore. Especially not mom. He must learn to do a lot of things on his own. This is why he's living here now. I'm glad I wasn't visiting their old house in Mt. Paouza when the shit finally hit the fan, and mom got pissed at him for the last time. Though I wish I could have been there for dad. I wonder what happened... Whatever it was, I'm sure it wasn't good. I really should discuss it with dad. But that's not what I came here to talk about. I approach the real questioning very tentatively.

"So dad how's your training been going?"

"Pretty good. Stronger every day!" he says putting down another basket of rice to flex a huge bicep.

"Really? I thought it wouldn't be the same training alone."

"Mm."

He says nothing more, but resumes putting away his groceries. Avoiding my eyes, but still trying to smile.

| It seems so forced... is it just today? Or has it been that way for a while and I'm just noticing it? |

"Speaking of training how's Bejiita anyway?" I ask as if I didn't know.

"I'm sure he's fine. I haven't seen him in a while."

Had it been anyone else, they wouldn't have noticed the slight pause in his movements the instant Bejiita's name left my lips. Anyone else wouldn't have realized how flippant that answer really was. Even for dad. I smile to myself at my own perceptiveness.

He speaks first.

"Maybe you could tell me? You've seen more of him than I have lately."

How could he know that, if he hasn't seen him at all?" I wonder if he felt the odd spikes in Bejiita's ki too. Or sensed my ki near his at the time. Especially in the gravity room. I didn't expect that. So I tell the truth. Not feeling as confident as before.

"He hasn't been himself..." I pause, trying to turn the conversation back in my favor. "I was hoping you could shed some light on that. He 'asks' about you all the time."

| That's putting it mildly |

My voice drips with sarcasm and jealousy. But I doubt he could hear it.

Dad drops the next basket, of potatoes this time, abruptly. Maybe he could hear it after all.

"Gohan. If there's something you wanna say, then come out and say it," he says blandly.

| I think I hit a nerve |

"What?" I play innocent. "I was just wondering why you and Bejiita don't train together anymore. I think he misses the challenge." That's... somewhat true.

"He's been skipping our matches. I guess he's not interested in beating me to a pulp, or training so much anymore."

Now that was a bold faced lie.

"Why?"

"I dunno."

"I think you do..."

"But I told you I don't," he says, obviously knowing the answer and refusing to tell me.

A long pause.

"Dad. How do you feel about Bejiita?"

"What? What's with all these questions Gohan?" he says, in an exasperated tone.

"Are you gonna answer me?" I ignore his previous question entirely, and throw back one of my own.

"Well... he's a great fighter. A bit cranky, but he's helped me so many time in batt--"

"That's not what I mean and you know it." I strain to keep the anger out of my voice. He looks away. Smile fading completely.

"What's with all these questions Gohan? Why are you asking me this...?" he says in a much lower voice.

"What do you mean why?"

He doesn't answer.

"Do you know what he thinks of you?"

"Well...he always seems annoyed by me, or calls me names, or tries to kill me... what ever he thinks, how could it be all that good?" Another flat out lie.

My annoyance with his behavior reaches new levels. But I calm myself. A little.

"Wow. You really don't have a clue at all. Do you...?"

| I thought Bejiita told him |

"What do you mean?" he says raising an eyebrow as if he really has no idea what so ever.

| I'll spell it out for you |

"Dad. He's in love with you!! Can't you see that!?"

He turns his head away quickly, looking down at the ground, almost sadly.

"You don't even know how much do you? He's practically... killing himself pinning over you!"

| Instead of me...never me |

"You have to do something! If you don't feel the same you have to tell him!!"

Again. No answer. Not for a long while.

"Gohan...how is he?...really? I feel like I haven't seen him in so long."

| Oh so now you care? |

"He's been better." I say leaving out pretty much everything.

"Ok. Then how was he?" he asks in a low voice abandoning the potatoes entirely, and walking towards me.

"Dad?" Just what did he mean by that?

"You've seen him more than I have, like I said. You were with him weren't you?" He walks ever closer now, cornering me against a wall. He... oh god. I finally caught his meaning.

"W..what? D..dad I didn't do ANYthing... I..I never slept with him if that's what you mean. I'm married!!"

"But that doesn't mean you're not interested..." He picked up on that very quickly and thus was not convinced. He moves even closer still until I can feel his body heat. I feel more than just a bit nervous.

| Is he.. angry?.. Jealous? |

I haven't seen dad angry in so long, but I know anyone who did wouldn't last long. I repeat myself.

"I never did anything with him...he"

"Then why do you smell like him?" he says loudly, cutting me off. I got caught in my own half truth.

"I never did anything... but he did." I swallow audibly and look away, my stomach beginning to flutter as the image of him pleasuring himself comes to mind.

Dad is watching me intently now. And he's so close. Too close. I can feel his almost ragged breath on my cheek.

"Meaning?"

"I was ... in the room... while he.. he was touching himself." I say slowly. His breath quickened and a flush burned my face.

"So. How was he?" he whispers.

"Dad...I really don't want.. to talk about it..."

| And you are three inches from me and it is really freaking me out |

"Was he loud?"

"Dad!!" I yell. My face taking on a darker shade of crimson.

"How big is he?... I bet he's huge." he says, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he says it.

| He's hung like a bull...|

My jaw hung open. I never pictured my dad, innocent, goofy and pure, thinking or saying these kinds of things.

"Did he scream my name when he came?"

My eyes widen, but I don't answer. At that moment my old image of dad shatters like glass. For the first time I can really see him. He's not innocent, or always honest, ignorant or oblivious. Not at all. Then I realized, how much do I really know about dad? What's more, I've seen his face a million times. But I never really looked at it. Never really thought about it.

He and I have the same shaped face, the same smile, the same chin. He looks so much like me. But there is one difference.

His eyes.

He has Bejiita's eyes. Black, piercing, with that strange, beautiful, inhuman gleam. They both share this same trait. Both their eyes just seem to overflow with longing, desperation, and... envy.

| Envy? |

I see dad staring into my human ones just as attentively. Dad looks at my eyes because the have seen Bejiita, the way no one else has. In his time of extreme vulnerability.

He's... jealous. I've never seen dad that way before. It always seemed like he had everything he could want.

Except Bejiita.

Now, there are too many thoughts running through dad's head. His expression too complex to betray any one emotion. Something I never expected from him. There's a lot more to him than I though.

I really don't know much about him at all.

Then his cheeks flush. I begin to worry. He takes a long, almost exaggerated breath.

"How long ago did you see him?"

"A...a few days. Why?"

"His scent on you is still so strong..." Another breath. "Even though you say you did nothing..." A pause. "Especially right here..." he runs a finger over my cheek from under my eye, and down to my chin.

*flashback*

"Like what you see... boy?" he asks. His slightly gravely voice, sounds much smoother than usual. He still insists on calling me boy, despite the fact that I'm nearly 30 now. Nothing like what I was when we first met.

I do not answer, but I don't need to. He looks down and sees that my pants are far too tight.

"So you do..." he coos, holding up his left hand. His fingers still covered with milky passion. I open my mouth, but no sound comes out. I'm not sure what I intended to say anyway.

He smirks.

"Sorry boy... it's your bastard father I want." He pauses, sneering and cocking his eyebrows. He brings his fingers towards my face. "Too bad... so sad.." he whispers as he trails one semen covered finger from just under my eye and down over my cheek. Mimicking the trail of dried tears under his own obsidian eyes.

My eyes are fixed on him again. Unable to say a word.

"Hn." Just like that, he's gone from my sight. All that's left, the only indicator that he was ever here, is his lingering scent in the air, a line of his seed on my face, and the memory of him, of this day, burned in my memory forever.

*end flashback*

But that was weeks ago! How could he still smell him on me!? No one else could, not even me after a shower. Is that why Bejiita did that? He probably figured if dad was indeed drawn to him he would react to his scent on someone else.

He was so right.

Dad inches a bit closer. If that were possible. I try to move away.

"Where are you goin'? I'm sure you have more questions..." he said mocking me. He pins me against the wall by my shoulders, and an alarm goes off in my head.

| Oh my god! What is he doing?! |

"Dad!...let go!!" I could have powered up, but what would that have done? He's many times stronger than me now. I've really been slacking in my training.

He runs his nose over my cheek and breathes in whatever scent is still left there. "Be..jii..ta.." he breathes softly before I feel his tongue dart out, trying to lap up the memory of what Bejiita smeared there weeks before.

"D..Dad!! NO! What are you doing!!? Get a hold of yourself!!!" I yell flashing up to super saiyajin quickly enough to startle him out of his weird trance. He let go immediately.

He blinks rapidly a few times, before he shakes his head. A look of wary normalcy returns to his face before he covers it with his hands in shame.

"I..I'm sorry Gohan. I don't know.. what came over me.."

| But I do... |

Silence.

"Dad."

"Yea?"

"Promise you'll talk to him.. ok?"

"...Ok..."

He brushes the bangs from his forehead. His cheeks are still flushed.

Another deep breath.

"I think you'd better go..."

I don't hesitate.

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I fly home at top speed.

| Dad might actually be more far gone than Bejiita! I didn't think that was possible! |

I fly a little faster, putting some more distance between us. My thoughts form a whirl wind in my head. But one question stood out.

Dad never really told me how he felt about Bejiita. Though I think I can guess. It's for Bejiita's ears really...

But if dad wants him so much... why isn't he with him?

TBC