Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Crowned Evil ❯ No One Loves You (Alternate Chapter) ( Chapter 10 )

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Chapter 10: No One Loves You

A/N: When posting this on FF.net, I wrote an alternate chapter for Chapter 9 because some people wanted Piccolo/Gohan yaoi. If you're not a fan of that pairing, you don't need to read this. It's the same basic chapter, only with an alternate ending where GOhan and Piccolo do sleep together.



Months Later:

It was just a simple conversation developing. There was nothing unusual about the young Gohan chatting with the dead. It happened often, and more often with each passing week. Gohan stood in front of a closed door, his back to the wood. It was only minutes after the Cell Games. His bloodless hands still held the life of his father on them, and yet Gokou sat at the table with a cheerful smile on his face, chatting away with all the other dead senshi that circled it.

Raditzu also sat in one of the seats around that table, with the earliest form of Frieza sitting at his side, the demon's legs propped up in the Saiyajin's lap as he pulled grapes of a vine with his teeth, swallowing each one whole. Chichi sat at that table, across from Frieza, with the chibi infant Goten in her arms. The young baby sobbed terribly, his cries echoing above all other conversation. There was no lighting anywhere in the room. Shadows bounced across every corner, over each person's face as they chatted happily except for the sobbing infant.

Smiling happily, Gohan stepped forward. This was the way it should be, everyone together and happy. He wondered why the Briefs family wasn't here. Everyone was together, his father was alive… it was perfection.

As soon as Gohan moved, silence overwhelmed the table and all eyes were directed towards him. It was then he realized. Life was indeed perfect… because he wasn't in it. Narrowed raging black orbs stared at him, telling him to leave before someone died. "No one loves you," Gokou stated sternly, standing from his chair as he pointed an accusing finger to Gohan. "You're nothing but a vessel of violence, death and evil!" exclaimed Frieza as he stood from his chair, head held high as his hands rested on his hips. Raditzu glared angrily at Gohan. "You're the reason I died, the reason all those on Vejita-sei died!"

Chichi scoffed from where she sat, bouncing Goten in her arms. "I had this child because I hoped he would right the wrong I created when you were accidentally conceived. Haven't you noticed? He's just like his father in every way!" She turned to glare angrily at him. "It's the closest thing to Gokou we have now because of you."

Gohan cried out and stumbled backwards, grabbing the doorknob and yanking it opened. Blindly he ran through the unfamiliar corridors of what appeared to be a castle of some kind, but he didn't know nor care. He'd never been here before. He didn't want to be here now. He came upon a staircase that spiraled downwards. Gohan jumped over the railing and plummeted downwards until his feet connected with a stone floor. A doorway greeted him at the end of the staircase and he shoved it opened, thankfully immersed in the cool breeze of a landscape. He stepped outside, breathing in the fresh air, allowing the tension to drain from his body.

A doe stood behind a tree. Her head was low as she grazed in the thick and high grass, but as Gohan entered she jerked upwards, backing slowly away, her vivid brown eyes staring in fear at him. She seemed to tremble as she gazed upon him in the ruin shreds of his destroyed gi. Gohan cried out to her, reaching forward to try and sooth her, but his movement only frightened the nameless deer. She spun and ran off for her life.

"No," Gohan whispered somberly, collapsing on the grass. He buried his head in his hands. Why did everyone hate him? Did they want him to just go away and die?

"Here, boy," came a callous voice. Gohan's gaze jerked up to see Vejita standing before him, a dagger resting in his opened palm. It was a simple blade with a black hilt, the silver blade glowing in the sunlight above. Gohan stared at it for a long moment before he realized that Vejita was no longer standing before him. Gohan rose to his feet and spun around, searching for the Saiyajin no Ouji unsuccessfully. His eyes fell back to the hovering weapon. Cautiously he reached out, wondering if it, too, would vanish. His fingertips found the hilt and encircled it. It was surprisingly heavy for such a small object. The edge sparkled beneath the sun's rays. He brought it before his face, seeing the shimmering sharp point resting before his eyes.

Within the reflections of the blade he saw his father's raging face. "No one loves you!" Gokou roared out, his mouth enlarging until it consumed the entire surface of the blade, causing it to blacken before the bright silver shade returned. Gohan blinked as tears filled his eyes. Indeed, no one loved him. The blade fell down into his palm as his hands began shaking. His fist encircled the blade, tightening. Gohan winced as he felt the sharp pain as the edge pierced his skin, but the soothing overwhelmed him. He sighed, looking down as blood dripped from his palm. He dragged the blade down to his wrist, resting it against the visible veins in his arm. Gohan gazed up to the blue heavens as he pressed the blade down.

Searing pain echoed or a brief moment before it all vanished. Gohan jerked up in the thickness of the grass a few feet outside his house. He jumped to his feet, eyes turning to the windows. Inside he saw Goten sitting at the kitchen table, woofing down food as Chichi chatted away across from him - Gohan forgotten. 'No one loves you.'

Tears flowing from his eyes, Gohan rushed to his feet and darted into the woods. He couldn't take gazing at the family that he had broken. Through the thick forest the teenager ran, leaping over fallen trees and ducking under low branches. He didn't know where he was running, but Gohan quickly realized that the direction he was heading was towards the lake. Death by drowning - it seemed appropriate, though not as much as that of a ki blast or dagger. Death was death, though. With his direction known, Gohan took to the skies, hovering only inches above the treetops. Within seconds his eyes landed upon the glassy surface of the lake.

"No one loves you!" screamed a voice from the skies. Gohan's eyes jerked upwards, seeing nothing but the black crows that filled the skies during the night. He shook the echoing voice that had been within his dream out of his head and descended from the skies, landing at the edge of the lake. Without pause he dove in, swimming to the murky bottom.

His fists ran against the muddy end of the lake and he turned, facing the skies, watching them through the water. How long would it take, he wondered? How difficult would it be to remain down here? Would Mirai Trunks miss him, or just miss the fucks? Would Vejita care at all? Would Goten continue on the path that Gohan had placed him on, with chibi Trunks at his side, or would they return to the ways Chichi and Gokou had wanted them to be on? His lungs began to burn as his mind told him to breathe. Gohan ignored the voice, as well as the echoing screams of how worthless he was in the background. Just voices, he reminded himself. They meant little, and he already knew that no one loved him. Why'd he need to listen to a reminder?

Around him, things started growing dark. A little gold and blue fish swam up, pecking at his cheek before darting away as he swept at it. Mud was slowly filling his boots as he dug his heels into the bottom to keep himself from floating upwards. His chest began aching more.

'GOHAN!' a voice roared from nowhere. Gohan forced his eyes to blink, but around he only saw darkness. He gasped to try and speak, but water only filled his lungs. The teenager gagged and swiped at the water, trying unconsciously to find air. No, he told himself, shoving his head downwards against his chest. No, don't find air! You have to die! The scream of his name echoed out in his head again. Gohan tried to scream out and block the voice. His hands clasped over his ears. "I'm killing myself!" he tried to scream, but as his lips opened water only entered again. Gohan gasped and gagged, vomit rushing out of his stomach, causing the water to grow even darker.

Suddenly he felt air. Gohan threw up again, surprised when water didn't just rush again into his lungs. He blinked, water pouring out of his mouth. He wasn't in the water any longer, but instead was flying above it. The lake vanished beneath him, replaced by the smooth surface of land, grass beneath his hands and feet. On his hands and knees Gohan rested, coughing up the water that remained in his lungs as he gasped for oxygen. As his heartbeat finally began to calm Gohan raised his eyes upwards, searching his surroundings. His vision came upon the dark violet shade of pants above orange funny shoes. "Piccolo," Gohan whispered, breathing heavily. He rose up to his knees to see the harsh face of the green alien looking down upon him harshly, black eyes narrowed with anger. Gohan chuckled, wiping the water away from his lips. "What, you wanted the pleasure of ending me for yourself?"

"You wanted to die?" Piccolo snarled, somewhat shocked. His tiny black eyes were wide with the expression. Gohan smiled and rose to his feet. "Do you think a Saiyajin could actually drown? Come on, Piccolo," he said with a faint depressed smile, eyes looking longingly back to lake. He'd been so close…

"What do you think you're doing?" roared his old sensei. Piccolo grabbed Gohan by his wet blue shirt and shoved him against a nearby tree. As his head struck a tree Gohan took notice of a raging pounding in his head. He winced and tried to shut out the banging echoes unsuccessfully. "What's it matter?" he muttered in annoyance, clasping his hand over his eyes. He heard Piccolo's raging growl quietly in front of him. "What do you mean 'what does it matter?'" he demanded, shoving Gohan against the tree again. Gohan winced and shoved back, stepping away from the trunk with an annoyed and pain-filled glare. "I don't see why you care! No one gives a damn about me!" Gohan sighed, wincing again as the pain increased.

Gohan didn't notice Piccolo step forward until the alien's nails were pressing against the bottom of his chin. Gohan was forced to look up into the eyes of Piccolo, and to his great surprise there was emotion in the tiny black orbs - the mixed emotion of fear and love. "You were going to kill yourself, weren't you?" he stated in a shaking whisper, his eyes betraying the callous façade that the alien had his entire life developing. Piccolo received no response from Gohan, the young boy refusing to even meet his gaze. "It's not true, Gohan!" Piccolo exclaimed as he tried to approach Gohan, who only jumped back. "Come to Kami's Lookout with me. Stay with me for a few months until you're back to yourself."

"Back to myself," he responded with an annoyed sigh as he stared into the black eyes that were so closed. "I don't want to go back, Piccolo," he muttered before a pale white aura exploded around him. Gohan gripped Piccolo's chest and ducked around him, shoving the green skinned man against the tree. "I want to go forward. Straight forward. I want you with me." Piccolo wasn't given a chance to respond when firm lips pressed against his. His purple gi was soaked as the teenager's wet clothes pressed against him, forcing him back against the tree.

There was a violent rip of cloth, and Piccolo soon felt rough and calloused fingers running across his chest. A hand ran down his abdomen, grasping the edge of his pants. Piccolo tried to protest and shove Gohan back, but his attempts were mostly fruitless, and only caused Gohan to pause for a microsecond to grab his hands and shove them above his head. He was extremely powerful, and Piccolo could not possibly complete with a Super Saiyajin.

As if sensing his helplessness, Gohan chuckled and pulled away, tongue running across his bottom lip, tasting Piccolo. There was a satiated glow about his eyes, as if he had completely forgotten that not one minute ago he had tried to end his life. "Gohan, release me. You can't do this."

"I'll be proving just the opposite in a few moments," Gohan said with a devious grin.

"Gohan, this is rape! Release me!" Piccolo roared, struggling against the thin hands that held him. How could all of this have happened? He'd seen it happening, the sex with Vejita and Trunks, the insanity, heard the voices in Gohan's head, but he'd never thought it had gotten this out of control! Gohan frowned at him, blinking away the drugged look. "You don't love me," Gohan muttered quietly, bowing his head. He pulled away from Piccolo, releasing him, and turned his back. His shoulders were stiff, hard, as if preventing them from shaking as he held in tears that demanded to be released. "I should have known. He was right. No one loves me."

Piccolo growled out, grabbing Gohan's shoulder and turning him around. "I do, boy."

Gohan smirked. "You can't even say the world love. How could you possibly feel that emotion? Nameks don't take mates. They're a race of warriors. They don't feel love. It's a weakness. I should have known." He moved to leave, but Piccolo's grip held tight, forcing him back. "Damn it, Gohan! Stop! I do love you."

"You're disgusted by me!" Gohan cried out and shoved Piccolo back. The Namekian stumbled, but quickly darted in front of the young demi-Saiyajin. Gohan was frantic at the moment, and might very well send a ki blast through his own chest. He couldn't stand the idea of Gohan dying, leaving Piccolo alone in a world where he was an outcast. "Gohan! Stop it! I do love you! You're all that matters to me! You can't…"

"Then prove it, Piccolo," Gohan said with a faint smile. He was completely insane, out of his mind, and breaking, slowly but surely. Piccolo frowned deeply, but it wasn't a frown of rage, or hatred, but of sorrow. Gohan wasn't that little black haired boy that had smiled at him, giggling with laughter despite the fact the fate of the world rested on his shoulder. No, that boy had died when he had realized the awful truth. Gokou had waited too long to tell Gohan his plans. It had hit Gohan like a ton of bricks would a human when he had learned of his father's plans. How could a boy deny his father when the man told him that the humanity's fate rested on his shoulders, and his shoulders alone? He was shoved in front of Cell, a man that, if Vejita hadn't interfered, he would have been killed by. Gohan had saved the world, but he hadn't done it alone, and he wouldn't have been able to do it alone. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Gohan knew that, and it was driving him over the edge, along with everything else that was tormenting his soul, along with the hatred of his father. He wanted to be loved unconditionally by someone. Gokou had loved him for his power and Saiyajin blood. Chichi loved him for being a scholar. Goten loved him for being older and protective, the father figure, the man of the house. Vejita loved him for the hidden potential of being a Saiyajin senshi. All the other Z senshi loved him for the simple fact he was Gokou's son.

Piccolo loved him because he was Gohan. He always had. He would never allow Gohan to be harmed by anyone or anything, and he would die first, and had. Gohan knew that. Gohan loved him like a father, because he was the only father that Gohan had every truly known.

Stepping forward, Piccolo sighed softly and wrapped his arms around Gohan's shoulders. The boy fell into his embrace with a bright smile, wrapping his arms around Piccolo's waist and burying his face against his chest. For a long moment the two saviors of the world stood together, holding each other as Gohan finally quieted his sobs and fears. Gohan pulled back after a long moment and reached up, pressing his lips against Piccolo's. The Namekian offered no resistance, but instead leaned into the movement. He easily allowed Piccolo domination of the situation, knowing the alien wasn't one to be submissive. Piccolo slowly removed the damp clothing, tossing it into the grass nearby. With the loud plop, Piccolo felt all his hopes for Gohan's life dying.

Gohan fell back against a nearby oak tree, tugging Piccolo against him. It was the first time Piccolo had truly noticed just how older Gohan seemed. He was taller than Piccolo had ever remembered, and he tasted a great deal like cherries. Gohan moaned softly against his lips, causing Piccolo to groan in response, wrapping his arms possessively around Gohan. He'd never felt anything like this before, and had always thought the ways of human mating were worthless and pointless. Namekians didn't mate. They didn't have to. They were a race of warriors that didn't have the word love in their vocabulary.

He heard a faint chuckle from Gohan, and he knew that the young demi-Saiyajin was enjoying this. Piccolo tried to move away. This wasn't right. Gohan had other ideas, and with the sudden tug his arms wrapped around Piccolo's head, forcing him down into his lips. A sharp tongue pressed through, and despite his will screaming for the opposite to happen, Piccolo permitted it. He felt hands working on the belt, and the rip of material echoed out again. A chill from the faint blowing wind was felt around his legs as the material fell silently to the floor.

It was then when Gohan pulled back, eyes running down the muscular abdomen to the endowment that lay beneath. Gohan's hands gripped around the semi-hard shaft, stroking it as if it was a gift from the heavens. Piccolo groaned out, head falling back, all thoughts of leaving rushing from his mind. The fingers ran up the bottom of the length, curling beneath the sack, before the callous tips pressed through the warm lips beneath. Piccolo shivered violently, falling against Gohan's shoulder. Muttered curses and names of gods he didn't believe in randomly escaped his lips. Gohan laughed aloud before his teeth grazed along the pointed ear. "Always wondered," he whispered sinisterly as his fingers withdrew. Piccolo growled out in dissatisfaction, but found himself shoved onto his back on the ground. He moved to stand, but Gohan fell atop him, one leg between his, rubbing against the firm length between.

"Gohan…"

"Shut up," he demanded before his lips once again descended. Piccolo growled out, but only felt Gohan smile against him. Quickly growing bored, Gohan moved down along Piccolo's jaw line, teeth grazing the oddly colored skin, moving down along the neck. A warm hand encircled his erection again, stroking playfully. Piccolo growled out, arching his back against the touch as he silently urged for more. Gohan completely ignored the silent demand, sucking the skin that was made available to him. Piccolo had the strangest feeling that Gohan wanted to draw his blood there on the neck, and Piccolo wanted him to. It seemed right that pain should accompany this wrong passion, but Gohan continued moving downwards, suckling the hardened nipples, lapping at his navel. Gohan worked his legs between Piccolo's before he sudden sat up, licking away the sweat and taste of salty skin from his mouth. His hand released Piccolo's need and ran along his thighs before grabbing the knees and shoving them up and apart. Piccolo looked up from where he lay in a daze. Gohan eyes glared down at him with devilish intent. Piccolo cried out with pain as he felt something lard and hard shoved deep inside the small entrance beneath his length. It was unbearable, the anguish.

"Shhhhh…" Gohan hissed, as if he was a snake wrapping around its meal. He leaned forward and gently kissed Piccolo's forehead, removing the cap gently. He grabbed the edge of the armor that covered Piccolo's chest and shoulders and tugged it over his head. A small thud was heard in Piccolo's sensitive ears, but his eyes were closed tightly. "I'll take care of you, Piccolo, just as you did for me." The whisper had a more deadly tone that Piccolo cared to notice, but his senses went wild as that painful length inside him slowly began moving. "Kami! Gohan!" he cried out as that had gripped him at the base of his own erection, tugging upwards unbearably slow. He drove his hips upwards to meet the patient strokes and thrusts. Piccolo reached out, grabbing Gohan and tugging him down in a violent kiss. Fangs grazed against lips, drawing blood, which was exchanged in mouths as tongues exploded.

"Ugh, Piccolo," Gohan groaned out as the slow movements began to increase. The Namekian arched his hips upwards, wrapping his legs around Gohan's bare waist, heals digging into the firm butt cheeks. He heard Gohan panting above him as a sharp pain of breaking skin was felt down his chest. The scent of blood filled the faint wind around them, causing a feral groan from Gohan to roar out. The thrusts increased violently, causing Piccolo to scream, his nails digging into the muddy ground around him. Bright white stars appeared in the black vision beneath his eyelids as he felt his muscles clenching while at the same time he exploded. Warmth was felt across his stomach, between his body and Gohan's. He heard a hiss of pleasure echo from above as his already burning body was filled with heat.

Piccolo opened his eyes, watching as Gohan collapsed atop him, breathing heavily. His small arms wrapped around Piccolo's waist, and for a long moment the two just lay still, allowing the wind to cool their heated bodies. The large lids were closed in peace, an expression that the Namekian hadn't seen in ages. A feeling of peace, as well as guilt, overwhelmed him. He wrapped his arms around Gohan's shoulders, brushing his fingers through the wild locks of hair that had never and would never be tamed. He should have been there for Gohan, and should have protected him more. He knew that there wasn't much he could have changed, even if he had the ability, but the guilt couldn't be denied. The teenager that he held now was a very different person than that little boy he had trained in the mountains.

"What is it?" a faint and tired voice muttered from above him. Piccolo looked back into those black eyes, trying to wipe away all the expressions he had permitted to be briefly seen, but Gohan knew him better than Piccolo knew himself. "It's not important, Gohan," he muttered and shoved him back. Gohan smirked and watched in silence as Piccolo dressed. His movements were jerky, awkward, trying to adjust to the change. Gohan chuckled softly to himself. He'd taken Piccolo's virginity. It was an amusing thought. He stood and gathered his own clothing, ringing out the water that hadn't evaporated. As he tugged on his boots his eyes turned again to Piccolo, but now there wasn't amusement or pleasure in his eyes, but pain. Piccolo caught sight of this and paused, brow narrowed.

"You hate me, don't you?" he muttered quietly, moving backwards as if an awful truth had just been made known to him. Piccolo frowned and moved forward, trying to calm the frantic demi-Saiyajin. "Gohan… wait…"

"I screw everything up! I've screwed this up! I can't… I can't keep doing…" he turned and fled towards the lake. Piccolo roared out his name and darted into the air, cutting him off on the lake's edge. He grabbed his shoulders and shook him harshly, as if he could shake the sanity back into the boy. "Stop! Damn it, Gohan!"

Tears in his eyes, Gohan looked up to Piccolo. "Please, will you keep your promise?"

"Yes, Gohan! Yes. I will. I love you. You'll never loose me." He allowed Gohan to fall against his chest, sobs threatening to unleash once again. "Keep that promise, Piccolo?" he begged quietly against the dark violet shades of the gi. Piccolo looked down, pulling Gohan out of his arms. "I will."

A dark smile appeared on Gohan's face, and the small demi-Saiyajin slowly began floating. A feeling of dread filled Piccolo as he moved to join the teenager in the air.

Together Piccolo and Gohan flew through the chilly late winds as the gods of the night whispered thoughts into Gohan's ears. The birds they passed stared with hatred while the moon glared with rage. Whatever fragile strip sanity Gohan had left was in Piccolo's calloused hands, and Piccolo knew that the slightest flex of his fingers could break it all.


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