Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Down With The Sickness ❯ Living With These Changes ( Chapter 9 )

Down With The Sickness

Rating: NC17

Pairings: Combinations of Trunks, Gohan, Goten, Gokou, and Vejita

Warnings: incest, yaoi, incest, lemon, incest, violence, incest, smut… incest.

Summary: Trunks and Gohan are both in love… with their own special loves.

(Don't assume anything!) However, when they start to notice others, they begin to wonder…

Living With These Changes:

Gohan collapsed against his bedroom door, gasping for breath. His mantra was still being repeated in his thoughts. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. It seemed that this could go on for many, many hours.

At the moment, outside of the echoing phrase, Gohan's mind was currently trying to convince itself that he had not just had the best orgy - well only orgy, but a damn good one - of his life. He had no idea what had come over him as he knelt before the prince… `fuck no! Vejita! Not my prince. Not Saiyajin no Ouji. Vejita!'

Gohan's stomach rumbled softly. He winced at the sound. How could he be hungry after all that? He'd just had Trunks' dick in his ass and Vejita's cock down his throat! He should be vomiting in disgust with himself.

Striking his head against the wood, Gohan tried to regain his sanity. Vejita did NOT make him horny. His straining cock argued with that. Gohan's nails raked against his door as he struggled to breathe. That muscular short flame-haired Saiyajin, with his burning black eyes and his cocky smirk, large forehead, slim build… no… that didn't make him ache for touches. That didn't make his hips buck… that didn't make him want to go running back to Capsule Corporations for a second round.

Not at all.

Nope… not Gohan…

He slid to the floor with a whimper.

Hands between his knees, he stared blankly at the wooden floor. He could see his straining arousal beneath the material of his pants in his peripheral vision. After he'd regained his senses, realized that he was kneeling on the floorboards, listening to Vejita proclaim himself God, staring at two nude sexual sensual warriors, unidentifiable liquids staining his skin… when he'd realized all this, when his sane mind had returned to him, Gohan had panicked. He'd scrambled to his feet, grabbing his clothing and running out of the room, still sticky and nude.

Thankfully, the only beings that lurked the hallways were robot servants. When he'd realized he was running through someone else's home in the nude, he'd darted into the closest bathroom, splashed his body to some stretchy definition of clean, dressed, and then jumped out of the window and flew home.

Gohan jumped when someone banged on his door.

"Mom, please!" he cried out, scrambling to his feet. He was completely paranoid now. What if Chichi found out? Mothers always seemed to know these type of things, right? Of course… Chichi still hadn't the faintest clue about what was occurring between the three men in her life without her knowledge.

"Gohan? Are you okay?" It was Gokou's voice.

"Dad! Thank Kami," Gohan exclaimed, lunging for the door and yanking it open. He grabbed his father's wrist and pulled him in, bolting the door behind him. Gokou stumbled, regaining his balance after a brief moment. Wide soulful eyes sparkled with laughter as the full-blooded Saiyajin smiled at his son. "Gohan! What's the matter with you?"

The sullen look on his son's face caused the elder senshi to pause. Gokou stepped forward, tilting his head slightly as he stared at the flushed face. It was then the thick scent struck him and a smile dressed his face. "You've slept with Trunks, haven't you!" He paused, eyes narrowing. "Gohan… does Goten know?"

Gohan snorted at those words. The day Goten and Trunks even looked at each other without trying to kill each other would be a nice chilly day in Hell. It was strange that a young blue-haired princess could cause such a rift between such close companions. "It's… it's not that… not just that…" he whispered, leaving the door and circling his father to sit down on his springy mattress. He folded his legs beneath him, resting his hands between his legs, head bowed.

Gokou's soft gaze followed the young man, concern burning within the blackness. He nervously licked his lips, eyes roaming across the bedroom almost protectively, as if something dark could be lurking in the shadows, ready to strike. To Gokou, it seemed everything he loved was slowly falling apart. Chichi could produce him no children. Goten had always seemed so distant, body and spirit. Now, Gohan seemed on the verge of a breakdown. The room was empty excluding the two of them. It seemed just like an average male's room - dirty, clothes on the floor, college books stacked almost everywhere, along with notebooks and empty mugs that had once held coffee.

Had Gokou never returned from the dead, Gohan would have surely moved out, abandoning Goten. The youngest of his son's would have snapped, without doubt. Death would have followed - Goten's death, Chichi's death, the death of innocents… there wasn't a way of knowing. Just a few months after Gokou's return, he had caught Goten out in the woods, surrounded by fire, smiling almost sweetly as the forest was engulfed, the animals' homes destroyed. It had been a horrifying sight, and Goten showed no regret for what he had nearly done. The forest had been wished back before anyone had noticed, and Gokou had tried his best to show Goten just how much he was loved… but Goten didn't want his love, not as much as Gohan's.

Gohan, however, didn't love his little brother.

If anything, Gohan hated Goten.

Because of Goten, Gohan was never allowed to indulge the powers he had developed after the death of Cell. He had been forced to become a man at the mere age of twelve. He had hunted for food, protected Chichi and the newborn child. Never once was he allowed to run out and battle for the mere thrill. Gokou had saw the mad fire burning in those obsidian eyes when he had returned so many years after his death. It had been repressed, shoved back into the deepest blackest pits of Gohan's soul. Gohan had become this… this strange hybrid mix of ningen emotions and Saiyajin needs. How he controlled the urges, Gokou didn't have the faintest clue. His Saiyajin side was almost nonexistent. It only escaped during the nights close to the full moon, when the instinct was unable to be repressed anymore. Outside of those beautiful longed-for nights, Gohan was so ningen, he was almost unrecognizable… and because of this, Gokou felt so detached from his firstborn.

"What happened, Gohan?"

Gazing up from the floor, Gohan watched as his father sat down beside him, one leg folded over his knee, worry and concern in his eyes. Gokou… the happy innocent ningen-raised Saiyajin who couldn't comprehend society if his life depended on it. He always seemed to know, to help, and yet at the same time he never quite understood the problem. Gohan couldn't explain this to Gokou. His father would never understand.

Gohan didn't even know if he understood.

"I… Vejita called me this afternoon. He wanted to… to talk, or something, he said. I went over to Capsule Corporations and Vejita locked me in one of the lounges with him… him and Trunks." Gohan swallowed audibly, fingers intertwining with each other and squeezing his sweaty palms together. "I… Vejita made… Trunks…" he sighed, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. "Dad… Trunks…." Gohan licked his lips. "Trunks raped me."

Gokou's eyes grew wide. He rose to his feet, staring down at Gohan with an almost defensive glare in his eyes. "Gohan… you've slept with Trunks willingly at least once. I know that."

"I know!" Gohan exclaimed, jumping to his feet, onyx eyes desperate. "I know I have, Dad! That stopped a long time ago! I've never loved Trunks. Never…"

Nodding, Gokou stepped forward, running his hand through the short black course locks of hair. "Okay, Gohan. I'll go and… and deal with this, all right? Chichi should be back soon. Do you want to tell her?"

"No… please, no. She and Bulma are best friends. I don't… I…"

Gokou nodded and smiled. "Okay, I understand. Just, stay here and take care of yourself. I love you, son."

Gohan nodded as Gokou kissed his forehead, then turned and left the bedroom. The door clicked closed almost quietly, but in Gohan's ears it echoed like an explosion. He moved towards his bed and climbed on, curling into a ball and wrapping a blanket over him, shuddering. He struggled to push out the soft touches and desperate strokes of Vejita's hands, tried to ignore the echoes of aching moans that Trunks had drawn out of him with each plunge of the thick arousal.

Rape… it had been rape. Nothing more…

Then why hadn't he told Gokou about Vejita's part in it?

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TBC