Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Birth of a Prince ❯ Piccolo Lends a Hand ( Chapter 22 )

Part 22 Piccolo lends a hand….

"I don't know how long that will actually keep him out; his chemistry is gone into overdrive. I gave him a double dose and a half. It should buy us some time. I don't want to try and keep him sedated forever though. It could do permanent damage."

Vegeta nodded. Goku looked relieved. Bulma continued.

"Here's my suggestion: we put him in the gravity room and turn up the gravity. That combined with the ki suppression bands should be enough to ensure we don't have any "accidents." She inwardly cringed at some of the things Vegeta had told her had happened when a Saiyjin in heat (male or female) got out of control. "Those ki bands hold him at about what level Vegeta?

"He's at roughly a third of his power. He cannot transform to Super Saiyjin or Oozaruu."

"Good," replied Bulma. "Thankfully this didn't occur during the full moon. Now we come to the stickier problem. Who's going to help him? I mean," she glanced at Gohan. "We can't just toss him in there and lock the door and let him deal with this on his own, can we?" She looked questioningly at Vegeta.

The ouji sighed. "No, we can't just let him deal with this on his own. But I don't know what to do about it."

Bulma frowned, thinking out loud. "Well, there are only two Saiyjins alive to deal with this, and one is his father…"

"That makes little difference onna. The real restriction with that is that Kakkarott still thinks too human to be able to help his son." Vegeta snorted. "Though if we threw him in the gravity room with the brat, I am certain it wouldn't take long for Gohan to win him over to his side."

Goku, frantically remembering his talk with Vegeta about Saiyjin mating habits did his best not to look appalled and revolted.

"So that leaves you Vegeta," replied Bulma, a wicked twinkle in her eye. "Don't lie; even I can smell your musk. Gohan's heat is getting to you."

Vegeta growled in frustration. "That's not a good idea for a completely different reason."

"Why Vegeta? I wouldn't have any problem with it," said Bulma, honestly confused at his unwillingness. She knew enough about Saiyjin sex drives to realize that she wouldn't be enough for him forever. She positively shuddered thinking what he would be like in a mating rut.

Vegeta hesitated. He didn't want to give the real reason; that he didn't want the son, he wanted the father. But there was a perfectly valid and honest reason that he could use. "I'm concerned that if I were to try and "help" him that I would lose control and claim him. And not only do I not want that, he is too young to be claimed." He paused. "It's been a very long time since I've been with a Saiyjin in heat, let alone a Saiyjin in his first heat. I am not at all confident in my ability to control my instincts."

Goku frowned. "So, what we need is someone who cares about Gohan, who won't be as affected by his heat as we might be, who is stronger than his currently suppressed state, who won't take offense at what he says or does in this condition, and who won't let it change their relationship. Where in Kami's name are we going to find someone like that?"

*heartbeat*

Every face in the room turned to Piccolo. For a moment, he didn't understand. Then he blanched. "You…you can't be serious," he managed to choke out.

Bulma nodded slowly, a slow smile starting on her face. "It's perfect," she said.

"No, it's not," said Piccolo frantically. "You, don't you remember? My people are asexual! I don't even HAVE sex organs!"

"But you DO have hands at least, don't you?" said Bulma a trifle wickedly.

At a loss, the big Namek looked at his hands as though they had betrayed him.

Goku stepped up. "Listen Piccolo, this is not an ideal situation for anyone. But someone HAS to help Gohan, and for various reasons neither Vegeta nor I are the best ones to do it. I know you care for him; you've been like a second father to him. He needs help to get through this, and you can help him. You do love him, ne?

Piccolo stared at the tall Saiyjin. He didn't think that outside of battle he had ever heard Goku string so many words together. "Love?" was all he managed to reply.

"Yes, Piccolo-san, love. You love him like a father, a teacher, a protector. You have always been there for him, especially when his own father couldn't be. Do you love him enough to help him through this?"

Piccolo looked at his student, restrained, flushed and despite being completely unconscious, still painfully obviously erect. Did he love the boy? He knew he did, it just wasn't a word he was comfortable using. He was immensely relieved that his people were asexual; while he could detect Gohan's provoking musk, it did not affect him, at least not in the way it was obviously affecting Vegeta, and to a lesser extent, Bulma and Goku. It roused protective feelings within him; he could sense his student's overwhelming desire to couple, his excruciating arousal, his frustration at being restrained and ki suppressed. He sighed in defeat and turned to Bulma and the two Saiyjins. "What must I do?"

An hour later, Piccolo found himself in Vegeta's gravity room with a nearly naked Gohan resting on a mattress nearby. He all but blushed again at the memory of the tutorial the two Saiyjins had given him to prepare him for the task ahead. Goku had been adamant (and Vegeta had agreed) that the best way for Gohan to be helped through his first heat was to come as often and has hard as possible. And the best way for him to do that was to have help.

Before they had transferred the sleeping demi-Saiyjin to the gravity room however, Vegeta had seemed to have a sudden revelation. He had pulled Bulma off to the side and held a heated, whispered conference with the woman. She had looked surprised, then shocked and nervous as she nodded in agreement to whatever the Saiyjin had said. Piccolo didn't hear them; he was too busy listening to Goku explain a Saiyjin's first heat to him. Bulma had come back with a machine that she explained was an ultrasound. It was used; she had said to view organs inside the body. She didn't immediately explain what exactly she planned to do with it, but it had become clear almost at once. She lifted Gohan's shirt and pulled his pants down to his hips and spread some kind of clear jelly on his lower abdomen. Following Vegeta's murmured instructions; she pressed the wand firmly against his skin and moved it across the jelly, looking intently at the viewing screen. After about fifteen minutes she had smiled at Vegeta, who looked slightly relieved. Neither of them explained what they were looking for, or expected to find, but Goku seemed to know all the same. Seeing the Namek's curious expression, Goku took that opportunity to explain that on Vegetasei, because of the low birth occurrence of females some family blood lines had been genetically altered ages ago so that males would be able to carry and birth children; and that Vegeta had explained that his family line had been one. The organs that made this possible emerged from their dormant state during the first heat, but because Gohan was half human, he only had a fifty percent chance of developing the said organs. And he had not.

A groan came from the mattress beside him. Gohan was coming to. Piccolo sighed. Time to get this show on the road, he thought resignedly.

Gohan rolled unsteadily to a sitting position. He was drenched in sweat, and had a confused look on his face as he examined his surroundings. His attention turned to the silver bands wrapped around his wrist and ankle. With a soft grunt, he tried to pull the one on his wrist off. He convulsed slightly and yelped, as a painful ki feedback made him release his grasp on the suppression band. He stopped and sniffed the air cautiously, then turned around to face Piccolo.

His mentor was dressed in only his dark blue gi-type suit, having discarded his cape and turban somewhere. He was sitting against the wall watching Gohan with an intense expression. Gohan frowned as he scented the air again. He could smell tousan and Vegeta….EVERYWHERE! He gasped in pain as his aroused state made itself known more forcefully, and he realized where he must be. The Gravity Room.

"What am I doing here," he mumbled.

"You're here to protect everyone else," replied Piccolo.

Gohan scowled. "And what are YOU doing here?" he asked his teacher.

Piccolo regarded him calmly. "I am here to help you."

"Help me with what?"

"Your first heat."

Gohan inclined his head towards Piccolo. "Is that what this is?" he wondered. "That's why I feel so….strange?"

"Yes Gohan."

"And you're going to help me? How? I know Namek's are asexual." Gohan was struggling to maintain control of himself by now. "And…and if I'm in heat that means that I need…."

"Sex," finished Piccolo for him. "Or more specifically, you need release. Your father, Vegeta, Bulma and I discussed this at length Gohan. It was decided that I was the best one to help you through this, partly because I am asexual."

Gohan looked fuzzily at him. "You would do that…for me?" he asked softly.

Piccolo smiled slightly. "Yes Gohan, that's why I am here."

He grunted in surprise as the boy flung himself on top of him, hugging him tightly around the neck. "Thank you Piccolo-sama," Gohan whispered in his ear.

Piccolo carefully hugged him back, trying not to start as he felt the boy's hard length pressed against his stomach. Gohan's hug shifted suddenly, as he pressed himself up against Piccolo, moaning and jerking. Now that the moment was upon him, so to speak, Piccolo didn't hesitate.

He untangled the boy's arms from around his neck and turned him around, ignoring Gohan's whimper of protest as he settled him down in his lap, chest to back. He wrapped one long arm around Gohan's chest, pulling him tightly to him while the other hand helped Gohan relieve himself of his shorts.

Gohan gasped and shuddered. "P…p…please Piccolo, touch me," he groaned. He caught his breath sharply as a large, cool hand engulfed his throbbing arousal; barely a heartbeat later, he came forcefully, semen jetting in impossible arcs as he howled his release.

Piccolo was surprised that Gohan had come so quickly, but the astonishment he felt was quickly replaced by apprehension as he realized that Gohan's erection had not flagged in the slightest.

To be continued…..