Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Desire ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Desire - Chapter 3

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Disclaimer - I don't own dbz…so please don't sue!

Warning: - This is a NC-17 rated story so there will be scenes involving adult themes. Yaoi involved!

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Catching my young scamp of a daughter with one arm, I proceed to pick up the trail of destruction from her 'play time.'

| If she carries on like this, we won't have a house left! |

She giggles in her child-like manner and struggles away from my firm hold.

"Daddy no let me have any fun!" She stated, pouting as she did so.

| She looks more like her mother every day |

I attempt to pick her up again but she scampers away and closes her bedroom door behind her.

I shake my head. I don't know how Videl puts up with her all day.

| Mind you…I wouldn't trade her for anything |

I walk over to the kitchen and spy Videl by the stove. A warm and friendly smell flows through my nose and I feel my mouth start to build up with saliva. Fully intending on grabbing a taste here and there before she serves up, I snake my body closer to the stove only to find that both my wife and the meal have disappeared.

A hear a small chuckle coming from behind me.

| Blast |

"Ah ha…caught you Gohan. You know you're not allowed anything till I've finished. Go and keep yourself busy and I will call you when it's ready."

| Ah damn it…why did I give in so easily and teach her how to sense ki levels? I'll never get any food at this rate! |

I scuttle away quietly from the kitchen and watch Videl busy herself again at the stove. My stomach grumbles angrily and I grab hold of it tightly.

"Ssshh," I whisper, "Not much longer now."

Knowing that I won't be able to get past my wife till dinner is completely finished, I open the front door and walk straight into…

"Oww! Dad! What are you doing here?!"

Contending to the large bump that has appeared on his forehead, my father barely seems to have acknowledged my question. I watch him as he picks himself up and dusts himself down, rubbing his hand behind his head in typical Son style. I smile as I watch his goofy grin form on his face and laugh as I notice the state of his hair.

"Dad, don't you think it's time you got a haircut? I mean…no offence but you look like you've been pulled through a hedge backwards."

My father grins again and chuckles uneasily. "Er…yeh…I was thinking about getting it done but you know…I haven't had the time and er…."

I listen to my father's voice, astonished that he is having trouble making conversation. My father, one of the most happy and conversational people in the entire world is having trouble putting sentences together.

| Something's wrong |

I put on a straight face as my father's babble slows down to silence.

"So dad…any particular reason why you stopped by?"

"Do I need a reason to see my son and my favourite grand-daughter?!" He blurts out, putting a fake smile on his face.

| Something's up…I can feel it. He doesn't just stop by for no reason |

"I guess not. But Pan's asleep and we really shouldn't wake her up. It's trouble enough getting her into bed, I don't really want to wake her if I don't have to."

My father fidgets and plays about with his hands…as if something else is on his mind…as if he has another reason for arriving so unexpectedly.

"Dad…do you wanna…go for a walk?"

His face lights up as if I've just asked him whether he would like to join us to eat. I take the happiness on his face as a yes and slowly start to walk towards the waterfall, a few meters away from my quiet country home. When we arrive at the waterfall, my father sits down on a rock and I follow.

We sit down in silence for a few seconds before a voice is heard. It is my father's…but it doesn't sound like him. He sounds so far away…so distant…so sad…

"What did you say Dad?" I enquire, looking into his eyes to try and find some explanation for the sudden change in mood.

"It's Vegeta," He utters.

I await a further explanation but when he says nothing more, I probe further.

"What about Vegeta?"

"Have you…seen him lately?"

"Er…no I haven't Dad. I've been busy with work and looking after Pan. I haven't had time to make house calls."

My father shifts about uncomfortably on his seat. I suddenly realise how harsh my last comment must have sounded to him. Coughing to clear my throat, I gasp as I notice a small tear trickle slowly down his right cheek.

"Dad? What's wrong?"

He stands up quickly, surprising me and startling much of the wildlife around us. I take another look at him…a closer look and surprise myself as I notice things that I would not have done before.

His face seems worn by fatigue and tears. He looks like he hasn't slept in weeks and that he has been crying all that time. His eyes look so sad and lost, he looks like a child again…

A child that needs help.

I take hold of one of my father's hands and gently pull him down so he is seated upon the rock again. He turns his head to face me and puts on another fake smile.

"I just wanted to know how Vegeta was…that's all Gohan."

"That's not it Dad. I know there's something else…please tell me and then maybe I can help you."

"You can't help me Gohan. No-one can."

He stands up again sharply. I watch as more tears flow down his cheeks. He quickly wipes them away with one swift movement of his arm and tries to put a cheerful look on his face. But inside I know…he's falling apart.

"Dad…it's something to do with Vegeta isn't it? Just tell me!"

I grab hold of my father's gi to prevent him from leaving and I'm startled to find that he makes no attempt of releasing himself from my grasp. He doesn't even utter a word to contradict my statement about Vegeta.

| So…I'm right |

"Yes…" he barely whispers, "it's Vegeta…it's always Vegeta."

I stand there dumbfounded as I watch the strongest man in the entire universe break down into gasping sobs.

"I…I…I love him Gohan…I do…but there's nothing I can do about it! He stopped coming to our training sessions…I haven't seen him in ages…I…I"

My father gasps for breath as he hurries his words out. I can barely register them as they come flowing out of his mouth as if they would never end.

Suddenly, I hear footsteps coming towards the waterfall and a voice call out, "Gohan…dinner's ready!"

I turn around and call back to Videl, telling her that I will be there shortly. I then turn back to comfort my father…

But he isn't there.

| Blast it |

I stood up slowly and walk back towards my home.

| I never knew that my dad had feelings in that way for Vegeta! |

Although fairly disturbed by the news, I am not completely shocked. I now recognise all of the little hints that Dad had been giving. The long training sessions with Vegeta, the way he pronounced his name…the reason why his ki level shot up so many times in a day that it was hard to keep track.

| So Vegeta is the cause of my father's unhappiness. Figures. That saiyan can never do anything good |

I sigh and mutter curses under my breath about Vegeta as I slowly open the front door and step inside to the welcoming smell of dinner.

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A.N. So now Gohan knows about Goku. Will he do anything to help his father with his feelings for Vegeta? Please review!

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