Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Craved and Forbidden ❯ Not A Dry Eye In The House ( Chapter 9 )

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The sterile halls of the hospital were never empty, day or night, but right now they were filled almost to bursting point. Stretchers were being rushed down the corridors to the reducing amount of empty operating rooms. The Geneva Hospital in the south-west part of the city was always in use as it was in a bad part of town and gun wounds, knife cuts and glass slashes were continually being treated. Two of the biggest gangs of the city had pitted their strengths against each other and the casualties were astounding. Voices could barely be heard from the screeching of ambulance sirens, the squeaky noise of the trolleys and the heavy footsteps of desperate nurses and doctors rushing to the wards.

In a ward kept for severe gunshots sat an uncouth character with a heavy bandage on his shoulder. His black clothes stained even darker by splatters of blood and ripped in many places. A thick, red scar cut across his left eye and carried on to the edge of his jaw giving him an animalistic darkness that seemed to surround him. An empty gun belt still adorned his slim waist and his leather boots kicked against the metal frame of the bed he was sat upon. A frown of the utmost anger was the only emotion crossing his face and his eyes didn't even flicker from his sightless stare of a insignificant spot on the floor when a couple of orderly's burst through the doors and hurriedly placed their load on the bed next to him. They took a fair while hooking the figure up to drips of all sorts before being called out again.

The man sat uninterested for a few minutes, only looking up and staring at the stranger when he heard him give a painful groan and started to move restlessly on the mattress. The man had dark, spiky hair, one strand falling over one of his squeezed shut eyes. His body flexing and unflexing as he wavered between unconsciousness and waking. He looked pretty strong, his muscles clearly showing from the ripped sleeves of his shirt, looking as though he merely needed to touch a man and the bone underneath would break. The more the wounded man stared at the other dark haired man, the more he seemed familiar to him. He'd seen him before, he was sure of it. His expression was making memories long buried flicker in front of his eyes. Yes, he'd seen this man, oh it had been many years ago, but he was very familiar to him, like he had been someone significant who should be remembered.

Suddenly, there was a loud groan, a movement, then a grunt of surprise. The stranger's eyes shot up to the other mans face and saw that his eyes were wide open. He heard him mumble a name but he couldn't make it out. Something beginning with T. He was struggling to get up but, in his weakened state, failed miserably. A pained look flashed across his handsome features and he winced terribly as he tried to move his legs. After a while of trying out his limbs and figuring out he could barely lift his arms and crane his neck, never even trying his legs again, he noticed the man on the bed next to him. They stared at each other for a few moments, not knowing what to say, and not knowing who they were saying it too. He was very handsome, the scarred man admired, and he had an incredible body. Strength and beauty. Man, the women must go crazy for him!

"Hi," he murmured smiling a little, though the smile didn't reach his eyes.

His breathing coming laboriously Gohan nodded and muttered a greeting, his eyes moving quickly as he inspected the room he was in. "Where am I?" he croaked, wetting his dry lips with his almost dry tongue.

"Ward seventeen in Geneva Hospital," the man supplied, shifting his position slightly so he could cross his legs on the white quilt.

His eyebrows lowered, absorbing this information, which didn't sound familiar at all. "What's wrong with me?" he asked but he had to wait for his answer as a forceful coughing fit attacked him. The scarred man jumped off the bed and walked to the otherside of the stranger's bed, though he didn't quicken his step though the coughing got worse. He picked up the glass of water that was placed there earlier on that day and brought it to Gohan's lips. He drank it gratefully and the fit slowly subsided until he was only swallowing a lot.

"I don't know that's wrong with you," the scarred man answered, sitting on the edge at the foot of the bed. "But I'd guess broken legs, maybe broken arms and a few crushed ribs. What happened?" he asked politely, though he was little curious to why a man of his obvious strength had so many injuries.

"I - I can't remember -" Gohan breathed, a hint of panic in his voice. "I - all I can remember is - is car tyre's...screeching. A little girl...screaming - oh God - the screaming!" Twisting his head on pillow, Gohan groaned, trying to remove the screams from his head. "And - and a police report - on the radio. Something about...about Briefs?" His eyebrows furrowed. "Briefs? Why is that name so familiar?"

"You...you can't remember?" Gohan turned to the scarred man and shook his head, his face crumpling up as if he were to start crying any moment. And it struck him. It was that golden haired warrior! The scarred man tried to hide the smile threatening to twitch his lips. Twelve years ago he was a martial arts crazed teenager who had stolen c.d's, video's and fags to get enough money to purchase a ticket to the annual martial arts tournament. He had been astounded as a handsome youth had suddenly began to glow gold and fly through the air. Yes, this was the same youth; he had grown into a man, a man who seemed to have forgotten everything. This time he did smile, the grin widening as everything he had lost to that damned fight that broke out earlier, that had interfered with his work, was beginning to look retainable. "Wh - what's your name, mate?" he tried to ask casually, though the excitement was evident in his voice.

Gohan cast him a blank look and his lower lip trembled. "I don't know!" he wailed, barely holding back the tears that threatened to fall. He could sense that it wasn't his nature to show his emotions openly and he tried to swallow them down.

"How about I tell you who you are, mate?"

Gohan's eyes lit up. "You know?" He grinned happily. "Oh thank goodness for that!"

"Your name's Goldie," the scarred man quickly made up on the spot.

"Goldie?" Gohan's brows lowered. "That doesn't sound much like a name."

The scarred man chuckled. "It's not, not really. You see in our game we only have nicknames."

"Nicknames? What game only has nicknames?"

The stranger grinned and leaned forward. "Listen, Goldie. I know you can't remember much at the moment but it'll all come back soon. Listen carefully now." With the trust of a child Gohan leaned in to listen carefully. "You belong to one of the most secret and dangerous criminal organisations in the world called "K9 - T9". You were on a job when you had your accident. Now remember, this is top secret so if anyone asks any questions you think are too personal don't bother answering." Gohan nodded. It was too much to take in all at once. Him? A criminal? Now why did he feel like laughing? Whoever the man in front of him was had no reason to lie to him. Especially about something so classified. "What's your name?" he asked curiously, dying to know who this mystery man was.

"I'm known as "Devourer", but my friends just call me Dev, you know, for short," he explained, holding out a hand that Gohan took and shook vigorously. "Am I a friend?" he asked earnestly.

"Yeah, mate," Dev replied smoothly. "You've been one of us for years. We're partner's you see, that's why we're in here together."

Gohan nodded again. Things we beginning to make sense. He felt relaxed around Dev, and he felt like they had been friends for many years. He could recall knowing someone with scars on their face, though the image was cloudy. Yes, Dev was telling the truth, now if only he could remember everything but all he kept seeing were flashes of cerulean blue mixed with the soft colour of lavender. Maybe they were part of a uniform or maybe they were images of a place he knew well. He could sense he knew those colours well, like they were important somehow.

"What job was I on?" he questioned, though firmly believing Dev, who he thought was his long time friend, there was something niggling him in the back of the head, something wasn't quite right.

"Er -" Dev started to sweat, turning his face from Gohan's staring at an alarm clock on the bedside table. Gohan followed his gaze. Six-thirty. Why did he feel like he had forgot something? Or forgotten to be somewhere.

The double doors suddenly swung open and Dev was saved from answering. He instead stared as a little girl with aqua-blue hair rushed into the room and, with a quick look round, flung herself at Gohan, causing him to wince anew.

"Gohan! Oh Gohan! I thought you were dead! It was so terrible! There was blood everywhere and you wouldn't wake up! I was so scared, Gohan!"

She crawled onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his torso, crying into his shoulder. Gohan sat in shock and looked over at Dev who looked slightly afraid. He lowered his head and desperately tried to think of a reason for this miner intrusion of his otherwise perfect plan. This child could ruin everything!

"Goldie, I don't think it's a good idea to tell you in front of her but she's the job." Grinning at both Gohan's and Bra's confused faces Dev continued. "You said you remembered the name Briefs, being mentioned on the radio as a police report. She's Bra Briefs. You kidnapped her from her household but unfortunately you had the accident. But fortunately she's not harmed." Dev chuckled a little, pleased beyond words at his cleverness and wit.

Bra made a small raspberry noise. "What are you talking about, mister. Gohan's my friend, he was taking me back to my house, actually."

Gohan looked helplessly at Dev who smiled and shook his head. "Poor girl, she also hit her head in the accident. I wouldn't take her words too seriously. Now," his face took on a serious expression, as did his tone. "Can you move your legs at all?"

His face betrayed none of the painful feelings he experienced when he moved his legs to the side of the bed and tried to stand up, Dev barely caught him as he stumbled. He swore viciously and sat back on the bed, little growls emitting with each breath. Bra, concerned, tightened her grasp on Gohan. He frowned and looked apologetically at Dev who looked like he was working out quadratic equations in his head. Suddenly a barely heard tap on the large window at the end of the ward made Dev's head turn. About three men all dressed in black beckoned him to them and, grinning, he obliged. After a few murmured words Dev called back to Gohan.

"We've got to get out of here, Goldie. Seems something's come up." Gohan looked at Dev and smirked, his expression suddenly quite mad and evil looking, as if he was embracing the fact that he was indeed a kidnapper and Gods knows what else. Bra stared up at his face from where she was still in his arms and began to grow quite afraid. "Gohan?" she whispered, tugging on his ripped shirt. He looked down at her and hugged her close. "Don't worry, Bra. I'm not going to let anything happen to you. We've just got to get out of here." Dev couldn't stop the delighted grin that spread across his face. Man, this guy was smart! He could grasp things quickly and play them to his own advantage. "Come on," he said urgently, jerking his head to them. Gohan bit his lip and wondered how the hell he was going to do this when Bra's insistent tugging on his shirt became annoying. "What is it?" he asked almost harshly.

"That man." She pointed to the window. "He's holding a gun."

Gohan only had time to look up in the direction she was pointing before a sharp pain struck his neck. He pulled the offending item out and, looking at a small, metal object in his palm, he blacked out.

A loud rumbling filled his ears and he slowly began to wake up and, his eyelids flickering, bits of dust started to attack his eyes and he sat bolt upright, rubbing his eyes furiously. He growled, his eyes watering terribly, before he felt a heavy hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, you all right?" a rough yet familiar voice asked him.

Squinting up he saw the blurred image of a scarred face and, as his eyes cleared, he nodded up at Dev. He looked round from his position on the dirty floor and realised he was in the back of some sort of van. Dev and the men he saw at the Hospital were sitting in seats along the sides of the vehicle, all grinning at him as though they knew something he didn't. Bra was sat between two of the men, looking sad and sullen. His brow furrowed in concern but Dev's voice caught his attention again. "Sorry about knocking you out, mate. You see, you couldn't walk so it was simpler to carry you unconscious than it would be if you were awake."

Gohan nodded and told him he accepted his apology, smiling with him. Dev really did seem like a long time friend and he began to relax. Bra suddenly looked over at him and tried to jump out of her seat to go over to him but the two men grabbed her arms and forced her to sit down again. Why did she seem to like him so? Gohan wondered, staring at her. Maybe she did know him, he thought logically, that's why it was so easy to kidnap her, and maybe Gohan was his real name.

"Hey, Dev?" he called. The scarred man looked his direction again. "Why am I called Goldie?"

Dev's eyes widened a little and then narrowed in thought. " I - well, you see, you can do something's other men - can't..." he trailed off, looking slightly uncomfortable. Though Gohan desperately wanted to know what these things were he kept quiet because of Dev's face which suddenly perked up as the van slowed down. "Well, looks like we're here." He stood up as best he could in the limited space and crossed to the door, opening them wide. "Welcome home, mate."

Gohan's eyes flew open as he stared at the scene before him. The van was parked in front of the biggest mansion he'd seen in his life, though it was more like a castle, everything was made out of stone. Huge glass windows indicated at least ten rooms in the front of the house alone. Twin stone staircases led up to a pair of large, mahogany doors that were at least ten feet tall. On either side of the stairs were enormous stone statues, one of a rearing horse and the other a male hunter on one knee with his bow and arrow stretched out in front of him. In front of all of these was a massive fountain/pool also made out of stone with small stone benches all the way around its perimeter. Water spurted out a giant fish's mouth that was twisted to look like it was actually jumping out of the pool. Men were walking in and out of the house, all dressed in black and women in skimpy bikini's were splashing about in the pool, some being dragged out and carried off by the men. Though all this was impressive the thing that struck Gohan was that everything was covered in snow, real snow!

"Dev?" he stammered. "W - where are we?"

"I told you," he grinned, "home. This is the headquarters."

"How far from the city are we? There's snow everywhere!"

"Far enough so no-one knows what we're doing out here." He stretched his uninjured arm and yawned. "I don't know about you but I'm knackered. Come on, I'll show you to your room."

Gohan scrambled to the edge of the van and tried to stand. To his surprise, and everyone else's, he could stand with the minimal amount of pain. "Er -" Dev's mouth opened and closed repeatedly. "Ho - how did you -"

"I don't know why you're so surprised, Gohan," Bra huffed rubbing her arms, trying to keep warm in this cold. "You are a Saiyan, a measly car crash isn't going to do you much damage!"

Gohan looked down at her with a confused look on his face. She ignored it and wrapped her arms around his right leg. "Why are we here, Gohan? I want to go home!" The cerulean eyes she lifted to look up at him made something inside him tighten and he was reminded of someone. He looked helplessly at Dev who smiled and crouched down next to Bra. "It's okay, sweetie. Your mommy's busy so she asked 'Gohan' to bring you on holiday for a few days. Don't you like it?" Bra frowned for a second, absorbing this new information. She did remember that new report about Trunks. If he was in jail then her mommy would be busy. This made sense but what didn't was Gohan acting like he didn't remember the simplest of things. But he did knock his head, she reasoned, he's probably just got a major headache. Her mother often didn't remember things and blamed them on headaches - and her father! She nodded cutely and tightened her hold on Gohan. "Gohan? Can we eat? I'm starving!"

Dev laughed and nodded towards the house and they made their way past the half-naked women, Gohan noticed the pool was actually heated, and up the stairs into the giant house. The floor was made of marble, as were the many pillars that stood in a line through the centre of the room. Gohan didn't take in much of his surroundings as his stomach was groaning something terrible, though he did notice everybody was looking at him with either wonder or fear in their eyes.

"Terotcha will you prepare some food that will be sent to the far rooms down the west corridor?" Dev asked, shrugging out of the large fur coat he'd been wearing and handing it to a pretty dark haired woman in something like a French maid's outfit. She smiled saucily at Gohan but he didn't return it instead following the movement's a young man who was being taunted by a group of men. He scowled and made to go over there but Dev held him back. He called over to one of the men terrorising the poor youth and he immediately stopped and grabbed the boy by the collar, dragging him over to them. Gohan couldn't hear what was said in the whispered conversation but the youth was taken away again. Dev turned and smiled at Gohan. "Well, I wouldn't of thought it but there you go!" he laughed, motioning them to follow him down a hallway, a deep red carpet stretching from one end to the other. When they reached the end Dev opened the door on the right and ushered Bra into it. "This is your room, sweetheart," he said gently. Bra squealed and rushed to jump on the giant double bed. Gohan smiled as she bounced up and down on the thick mattress. "A maid will in soon to bring you in some food and tuck you in. Goodnight!" Bra answered the same back and Dev shut the door. "So easy to please," he smiled and opened the door on the left. "This is yours, it's much the same but all the rooms are the same here." He was right; it was the same double four-poster bed with rich blue sheets. Large floor to ceiling windows were to the right of the bed and a roaring fire crackled opposite it. "This is my room?" Gohan questioned uncertainly.

"Yep, well I'll leave with much the same message. Food will be here shortly and someone to tuck you in," he winked and left.

Gohan padded over to look out of the windows. He'd thought he'd heard the ocean and looked down at the waves crashing onto the steep cliff faces. He wished he could remember his past but it was just a black emptiness, nothing there. Damn that crash, he growled, this was the sort of thing you'd think someone would remember. A huge castle on the edge of the ocean! But something else was bothering him. He closed the curtains and crossed to sit on the bed. If this was his room then where were all his stuff? Like stupid little knick-knacks you keep for a reason you can't remember to save your life. It all seemed to - to fake to him. But since he had no other reason to be suspicious he lay back on the bed and closed his eyes. He was deathly tired which was strange; he grinned, since he'd been unconscious for the best part of the day.

A small, almost hesitant, knock raised his head and he gave a gruff noise to make them enter. It was the same youth who had been picked on in the entrance. He pushed a trolley filled with the most delicious smelling foods and Gohan stared to drool. He sat up and walked over to it, savouring the look of them.

"W - what would you like, sir?" the young man stuttered, not looking into Gohan's eyes. Gohan frowned and stared at him. He was a very attractive youth, dark blonde hair fell over his chocolate eyes and he was at quite a good height, dressed in a loose white shirt and tight dark blue jeans. When he, at last, met Gohan's eyes he blushed and hurriedly picked up a plate and a fork just piling anything onto it. His hands were shaking so badly Gohan immediately took them off him and grabbed his shoulders to make him turn and face him. "What's the matter?" he asked, taking a hand off one of his shoulders and tipping his chin, making him look into his eyes. The youth's lips trembled as he answered. "I - I'm just s - so pleased you're b - back," he shook, tears filling his eyes.

Gohan's eyes widened. "You don't seem pleased!" he said incredulously. The boy smiled shakily and drew in a deep breath. "I really am, sir. I really missed you!" he said with more courage this time, looking up at Gohan, that smile still on his face. Gohan looked back down at him sceptically. "Do you know what happened to me today?"

The boy saddened. "Yes, sir. You had a terrible accident and lost some of your memory!"

Gohan felt relieved and loosened his grip on him. "That's good, now I don't feel stupid for asking you your name."

"Yarachi," he answered almost shyly. Gohan nodded slowly and looked at the food again. Not wanting wait a moment longer he simply grabbed a chicken leg and bit into it. He almost sighed in pleasure before noticing the slightly disgusted look on Yarachi and coyly picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth before wrapping it around the narrower end of the meat. "So, Yarachi," he started after swallowing almost the entire trolley before saying anything. "What's our relationship?"

He watched as Yarachi's face flushed. "I - er - we're kinda...sorta...almost close...sort of..." Gohan may have been smart but even he couldn't make head or tail or what he'd just said. "What?" Yarachi's face was almost beetroot. "Well officially I'm your servant but were also - kinda ... lovers...kinda..."

Gohan's mouth dropped open, his eyeballs threatening to fall out. "O - o - oh!" He swallowed and looked at the younger man. He was very handsome, boyishly so, and he did seem to have a shyness about him when he said those things that meant a secret relationship. Yarachi was looking at him strangely as he thought about what he'd just said and he immediately straightened up. It seemed everyone here feared but admired him so he summed up that he must be a pretty important guy who seemed to have a bad ass attitude to make others fear him. Yes, he thought, licking his lips, he liked the thought of people fearing him so he should start acting like his old self so people wouldn't take advantage of his weakened state.

Suddenly a howl sent both their heads in the direction of the window. Damn, Gohan thought, that sounded close, almost like it was almost right outside the room! Then he shook his head and told himself to stop being so stupid, they were on a cliff, no way a beast could be outside the room! Turning back he saw the young man was staring at him. He grinned at Yarachi and placed the loaf of bread he'd been chewing earlier back on the trolley. Yarachi looked shocked by the sudden change in personality and stood stiff, not knowing what to expect. Gohan walked to him and didn't stop until their bodies were pressed together. He could feel the younger man trembling and he grasped him just above his elbows, lifted him up and half-threw him onto the bed. Yarachi gasped as he sat up and looked at the older man. What strength! he thought admiringly. The boss was right, this guys gonna be useful, I'd better please him! He lay back on his elbows and gave Gohan an extremely sexy look that made Gohan shiver from head to toe. He was going to enjoy this, he grinned wildly, oh yes he was! Kneeling over Yarachi's stomach he placed his hands on either side of his head and bent down for a long, passionate kiss. Yarachi moaned and teased Gohan's lips with his tongue, practically begging for entry. Gohan complied and Yarachi thrust his tongue deep into the Saiyan's mouth. Gods! Yarachi thought, he tastes so good! He wrapped his tongue around his and sucked it into his mouth where he released it and Gohan explored the younger man's mouth thoroughly. Determined hands ripped Yarachi's shirt right down the middle, lifting the youth with one hand whilst the other tore the shirt from his back. Laying him back down Gohan broke the kiss and looked down at him. He was darkly flushed, his lips parted slightly, panting heavily, his chest rising and falling with the deep intakes of breath. Gohan couldn't make a sound but he lowered his head Yarachi lifted his own head eagerly to meet her mouth, but he went for his neck. He heard his heartbeat race out of control just below him, his breathing fast and rough as his mouth parted on his throat. Yarachi went to try and touch him in return but Gohan battered his hands away. He couldn't quite make out what the Saiyan had said but it sure sounded like `mine!'. Yarachi moaned as his body shuddered underneath Gohan in a helpless response as he gently grazed his skin with his teeth, feeling the salt of his sweat on his tongue. Gohan heard him say something but he couldn't make it out, he didn't care anyway. He was moving against him, intensely aware of every movement he made in response, his hips lifting to meet his, the restless shift of his thighs as he tried to manipulate him between them, pressing against him, struggling to get him closer.

Gohan was so hot that he shrugged off his shirt. He watched it fall to the floor beside the bed; she saw the dark glitter of the pupils of the younger man's eyes, himself reflected in them; saw the graining of his skin, a haze of perspiration on his brow.

"Hot in here, isn't it?" he said in a casual, conversational tone and he saw him watching him with dilated eyes and he saw a pulse leap in his neck. He shut his eyes and began sliding down his tense body like a slow, warm snake, coiling around him, feeling the dampness of his perspiration on him, the rough dragging of his breathing, the smothered groans breaking out of him.

He ran his tongue around the inside of his navel, his hands running down to his thighs and pushed them apart. He unzipped his jeans and tugged them almost desperately down his legs, his boxers going with them. Gohan growled in annoyance as they stopped at his feet because of his boots and he ripped them off him, leaving scratch marks on his ankles so blood sprang up from them but Gohan didn't care. Taking off his own boots and jeans he heaved himself back up to the shuddering man. He opened his mouth and trailed his tongue over his chest until he found and began to suck on his tight male nipple.

His hands jerked up to grasp his head tightly, holding him there while he seemed to stop breathing, to go motionless as the sensations Gohan was causing inside him took hold. Gohan's mouth slid downwards again and a deep groan wrenched out of him. Gohan gave long, lusciously slow licks from the base of his penis to the head. Yarachi's hips bucked but Gohan bared his teeth and held them down firmly. His tonguetip flicked and Yarachi shuddered from head to foot, making sounds that sent shock waves through him. Words didn't reach Gohan but the driven hunger in his voice did.

That was all he could respond to now. He had stopped thinking. The fever consuming him made it impossible to think. He was being driven by primitive instincts, sensual tides, his body in total control of him.

He drew the hardened cock into his mouth and Yarachi cried out his nickname, his hands clenching his scalp almost painfully. Sucking so hard Gohan couldn't tell if the man was crying out in pain or pleasure but, once again, he didn't really care. His hands gripping his hips, rocking them at his pace into his mouth until Yarachi gave a final cry and shook with the force of his orgasm, his seed flowing freely into Gohan's mouth and he, the greedy little Saiyan, swallowed it all, licking his lips after he let the limp cock fall from his mouth.

Yarachi lay on his back and when Gohan leant over him again he lifted his arms to wrap around the Saiyan's neck, his hand's shaking almost as much as Ozzy Osbourne's. "I think you enjoyed that," Gohan chuckled against his ear, taking the earlobe in his mouth Yarachi moaned but all he could do was nod his head. "My turn," Gohan whispered, licking his throat down to the juncture between his neck and shoulder. Yarachi took a long breath, rubbed a hand over his wet face and reached over to the chest of drawers and, opening the top one, drew out a small tube of - something. Gohan's forehead crinkled and Yarachi laughed. "Don't tell me you've forgotten, koi." Gohan growled and snatched the tube from his hand and unscrewed the lid. He forced Yarachi to hold his hand out where he squeezed the gel onto his palm. Yarachi smiled and pushed Gohan onto his back, and knelt up, straddling him, his knees grasping his thighs. He sensually put his hands together and spread the gel evenly on both of his palms before slowly lowering them to Gohan's impatiently waiting cock. His erection jumped when the cool gel began to coat his heated flesh and he groaned, fisting the blankets in his firm hands. Yarachi spent longer than necessary on covering the penis before looking at Gohan for further instructions. Lying back for a second whilst he thought about it Gohan then sat up and forced Yarachi onto his knees. The youth trembled in anticipation as he felt the gel being rubbed around his entrance and he shivered compulsively as Gohan's fingers slipped into him. The Saiyan wasn't taking the time to be gentle but Yarachi preferred it like that. Gohan didn't look the type to be gentle and he would be risking his bad boy attitude if he did.

Satisfied with what he'd done Gohan roughly grasped Yarachi's hips and brought them back onto his throbbing cock and penetrated his entrance in a quick, swift movement. Both men moaned and Gohan gritted his teeth as he drew back and thrust into him again. Yarachi groaned, throwing his head back as Gohan began a rhythm of fast and slow movements, crying out without any thought to anyone. He'd never felt so good in his life. This guy was just too incredible to be real!

Gohan tried to hold back his groans but to no avail as he soon began yelling his feelings to anybody who cared to listen. Losing all thoughts in his logical brain he let his primitive brain take over and his body drove for its own satisfaction. His face was tilted up, his mouth open, eyes closed, his bones locked into a mask of frenzied desire.

Somewhere, far away, he heard his nickname being called out but he couldn't lock onto any sort of thought as the walls of Yarachi's body clenched and convulsed around his cock and that finally tripped him over the edge. He gave a primal growl and came into Yarachi' body, grasping his hips tightly so Yarachi cried out but Gohan didn't notice. They collapsed together onto the bed and lay there for several minutes not being able to move. Gohan eventually crawled off the younger man and pulled down the quilt and slipped between the cool sheets. He felt Yarachi do the same and he wasn't surprised when a hand stroked over his chest to curl around his side. With nothing but total contentment filling his mind.

Nothing.

That was what he could hear.

Nothing.

Not the usual crying of his sister as she moaned about going to bed. Not the admonishing voice of his mother as she tried in vain to get Bra to bed. Nor the usual buzz of the gravity room that was right outside his room that told him his father was going to be training late again.

Nothing.

And he hated it!

Trunks felt a tear fall down his already raw cheeks. He was twenty years old, his whole life ahead of him, and he could be facing a life sentence in prison for a crime he hadn't committed. He'd tried that interview again but the questions had been so repetitive and long he'd messed it up and he was in a worse mess than he had been this afternoon! So now they were keeping him in overnight. Suddenly a series of thuds and yells of the men in the cells next to his started up and they scared him to death. He didn't want to spend the next twenty years in a place like this! He couldn't! He shouldn't have to, he thought angrily. He was innocent! Innocent!

Goten had been allowed to come in to see him for a few minutes and for most of that he'd been in his best friend's arms, crying his eyes out. Goten had been extremely patient, comforting him, reassuring him. He'd told Trunks how everyone believed in his innocence and had joked about Vegeta blowing up the police station before letting him be convicted. That had made Trunks smile but only for a short while as he sensed there was something else wrong. Though Goten had dismissed it and told him to stop being so paranoid Trunks made him admit that they were also worried because no-one had heard from Gohan or his sister since that morning. Trunks was almost sick right then, his little sister and the love of his life missing! Goten had hurriedly told him that there was no need to panic as Gohan was probably just keeping Bra busy because he'd heard about his arrest but Trunks didn't believe him. No. If his Gohan had heard he had been arrested for something like this he would've have been down straight away to prove that he hadn't done it. Gohan would've made them believe him. Gohan would've sorted everything out.

So why wasn't Gohan here?!?

A new river of tears started down his cheeks and he hugged his knees more tightly to him. He knew in his heart that if something had happened to Gohan he would've felt it, felt his heart being ripped out from his chest. So where was he?

Trunks lifted his tired eyes to look out of the barred window; stars filling the dark sky like diamonds on a velvet blanket. Silence. Not a sound. The men obviously had been sorted out and now there was nothingness again. Standing up he curled his fingers around the cold metal of the bars and lifted himself up, with more effort than it should've done, looking down onto a clear street. It seemed time had stopped still, that this bump in his otherwise straightforward life had affected everyone and everything. The wind whistled around his ears making him shiver so he jumped back down and turned his back to the window. Nothing could be worse than this; he seethed angrily, nothing!

Suddenly he heard a howl that sent his head back in the direction of the window. Damn, Trunks thought, that sounded close, almost like it was almost right outside the room! He lifted himself back up and frantically searched the street but, once again, it was bare. How strange, he thought, lowering himself. That sounded so close!

All at once his body chilled right down to his very bones. At first he thought it was the feeling that eerie noise made but it grew worse seemingly closing onto his heart, the organ almost stopped beating, the pain almost unbearable. In the minutes that past he fell to his knees, his hand clutching the chest above his heart, tears falling to the floor. His mouth was open but only little squeaks came out as the pain grew steadily worse. Gohan, he thought through the pain. It was Gohan! Something's happened to Gohan!

"Gohan!" he cried out, trying to get to his feet. "It's Gohan!" He screamed and powered up to Super Saiyan, the air twirling around him almost like a hurricane. He blasted the wall away from the room and flew out into the night.

He flew determinedly for a few miles until he felt Gohan's ki peek and then fall away so he couldn't pinpoint it anymore. He stopped in mid air and looked around lost. What had happened? He could tell Gohan was still alive, his heart told him so, but where was he? After a while of hanging about he realised what he'd done. Gods, he cringed, he'd escaped from jail! What would he do now? What could he do? After weighing up the pros and cons about going home he realised the less his parents knew about his whereabouts the better it would be. He dropped down to the empty city streets and decided he'd have to look for Gohan on foot, keeping his ki right down, so no one could find him. Just one quick and secret trip home to get some money would be all he needed to hide away. He knew it wouldn't be easy as he was one of the most known men in the world but he'd manage it. For Gohan, he realised as he began walking down the street, he could manage anything.

Hey, guess wot! Yesterday I went to this little Chinese shop and saw a card telling me all about my star sign (Scorpio - 26th Oct) and it told me my positives like I'm kind and thoughtful and my negatives like I'm a little sadistic * thinks about wot's happening to Trunks * I guess it's all true. Wow! Those little Chinese people really know wot they're talking about! Anyhoo thanks for reading hope everyone's fit and healthy enough to type as well as read so they can leave me little message's about my fic * giggles *. Anyway until next time everyone play safe, squirrels are more vicious than they look. * blinks * Wot? It's true! Oh! BTW I didn't want to use any Japanese words in this fic but I just love the word 'Koi' - don't ask me why, I just think it's cute. Bubbye!