Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Idomu ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimer: I don't own DB/Z/GT or any of the characters found in this fic. They are the property of TOEI ANIMATION in Japan and FUNimation in the U.S.A. I am not making any profit from this.

 

Rating - NC-17

 

Warnings - INCEST. And although I don't know that it is so much a warning for this group as it is an encouragement…Yaoi (M/M, M/M/M). Followed by, ice, fire, body modification, voyeurism, bonding, tails, S & M, slave/master, character death, lemons, limes, random Japanese terms, A/U, wishes. (And I apologize for any other warnings I have forgotten!)

 

Pairings - (stepping out on a limb here folks) Lemons: Prince Vegeta/Kakarott/Gohan, K/Gh, PV/K, Radditz/Gh, V/Gh, V/G.

 

A/N: THANKS FOR STICKING WITH ME HOSHI!

 

 

 

Idomu - Chapter 3

 

 

Videl sat down listlessly in a chair, watching Bulma work for a moment, “Gohan's boss finally fired him,” she said. She wondered why she had even bothered coming up with excuses as to why Gohan hadn't been able to teach his classes.

 

Bulma looked up from her project. She hadn't even thought of Gohan's job in the midst of all of this, “He is more than welcome to come and work for me when he gets back,” she told Videl. The man may have fought it tooth and nail as a child, but he was a genius.

 

Videl nodded apathetically; this was really only one of many issues she was having to deal with because of her daughter's selfish actions, “And there's no way to adjust the radar so it can find the dragonballs before they reactivate?” Videl asked Bulma.

 

Bulma shook her head; she had come to expect such random changes in conversation from Videl over the last few weeks. Still, the desperation in the young woman's voice broke her heart, “Right now, they are no different than rocks of that size. There's nothing to differentiate them,” she tried her best to explain.

 

Videl sighed, slowly sinking into a chair. She hung her head in her hands. She wasn't going to cry again; she wasn't. They would be able to wish Gohan back in five months… but, Kami, how she missed her husband!

 

She looked at her watch and grimaced. Pan still had three hours of training with Vegeta. “Do… do you have a job opening for me?” Videl finally asked. Having lost Gohan's income was becoming obvious at the Son residence.

 

Bulma smiled sympathetically, “Sure honey,” she said, patting Videl's knee, “Can you start tomorrow at eight?”

 

Videl smiled back, “Yes.”

 

 

~o0o~~o0o~

 

 

Gohan shifted on his cot. He sighed quietly before sitting up and leaning his back against the wall. He had still not gotten used to the time difference on Vegeta-sei. As far as he could recon, a day was 30 Earth hours long. He grew tired before it was time to sleep, and woke before it was time to rise.

 

The first week, he had been able to alleviate his fear for his wife and daughter. He had sat and meditated for a good hour before sending his awareness out to look for them. He figured if he could feel people he didn't know, and recognize those he had only met a time or two, then his daughter and wife would have been easy to find if they were on planet. His father's ki had surprised him. The insignia was almost the same, very little difference. Vegeta's had a bigger variant, but he could still tell it was the prince.

 

The second week had been hell, as he was still learning there were very big gaps in the personalities he knew and was now dealing with. He had also had the bars exchanged for rings. Those were turning out to be rather interesting.

 

This morning Gohan went over the sayia-go written language in his head. Kakarott had been very pleased at his speed in learning it over the past three weeks. As far as Gohan could figure, the spoken language was much more closely tied to instincts than what he would have thought possible. The common spoken language was apparently a universal standard; at least as far as he could tell. There were times Kakarott would start looking like he was going to start asking questions of his own at an unfamiliar term he used and Gohan would shut up. The last thing he wanted was sayians looking for Earth.

 

Gohan brought his mind back on track. Something was bothering him. He changed his focus and started threading his awareness around Vegeta-sei. Having had to sit through that exchange with the Elder that had made him `mystic' had certainly taught him a lot more than he had thought possible.

 

One half of the planet was mostly sleeping. Those awake had tasks that needed tending this early in the morning; like those lovely bakers. Gohan licked his lips. Further out in one direction, people were turning in, and in the other, more sayians had already risen, and were going about daily routines.

 

The planet seemed normal, as far as such an alien place could be normal. Gohan leaned his head back against the wall as he cast his awareness off planet. Namek and Earth were easy to find, and he enjoyed feeling something familiar for a moment; briefly checking on his mother, Bulma, Yamcha and others he knew where there, regardless of the time line difference. He saddened a bit as he realized here, he would never feel Piccolo or Goten or Trunks or his daughter. He moved his awareness past Earth's solar system quickly after that. Then something in his gut twisted. He came to what he thought was moments later, only now the sun was up, and Kakarott was rousing.

 

`What had that been?'

 

Dark eyes opened to him, “You slept in,” Kakarott said in surprise as he lifted himself up.

 

“N-no,” Gohan gasped, realizing he was shaking.

 

The stuttering got the concubine's attention, “Are you ill?”

 

“I-I d-d-don' kn-know,” Gohan pressed out. Was he crying? What the fuck?!

 

Kakarott threw back the covers as he sighed heavily, walking over to touch his hand to the slave's forehead, “You're freezing!” he exclaimed, picking the slave up from its fetal position on the cot and carrying it to the shower room. He cranked the water on, just barely warm. Any amount of heat was going to be better than what the slave was holding, but truly hot water would probably put it into shock.

 

“What happened?” Kakarott asked as he stepped under the warm spray, still holding the slave.

 

“I w-was-s med-di-t-ta…”

 

“Meditating?” Kakarott filled in; the slave did that a lot.

 

“Yeah,” Gohan shifted in the other's arms.

 

“And?” Kakarott pressed.

 

“I don't know,” Gohan spoke slowly. He was starting to warm up. His abs didn't feel as though they wanted to fold in on themselves any more. He sighed gratefully.

 

Kakarott set the slave on its feet, “Maybe you shouldn't be meditating so hard without your ki,” he suggested as he leaned over to turn the water temperature up a fraction.

 

Gohan looked thoughtful, and then nodded. He was using his own life force to stretch out that far; maybe it hadn't been such a great idea. He finally relaxed into the spray, turning his head to wash the tears from his face.

 

“Well, this is rather interesting,” both Kakarott and Gohan started at the sound of the prince's voice. Gohan dropped to his knees after his initial shock, bowing his head low. He had no idea why he hadn't felt the other come in, but surmised it had something to do with the state of shock he had been in.

 

“Your Highness,” Kakarott said much calmer than he felt as he bowed. He had gotten used to the slave's ability to know who was where, and not having been warned the prince was with them was disturbing.

 

“Should I join you?” Vegeta asked as he looked at the two of them with some amusement. They both still had their sleeping garments on. He was surprised at his concubine's look of longing at his words. Really, it had only been a week. Vegeta had thought his concubine would enjoy the break his off-world endeavor had granted him.

 

“Please,” was Kakarott's quiet reply. There was more emotion than what he had meant to portray in his request, “Your Highness.”

 

Vegeta felt his lungs stall and his foot shift forward before he got hold of his reactions. “Actually, I was hoping you wouldn't mind sparring with me this morning,” he said, although it was very tempting to get undressed.

 

“Yes, my prince,” Kakarott said as he stepped to leave the shower.

 

Gohan got up, careful to keep his eyes low and turned the water off and followed the concubine's example of stripping wet clothes in the shower. He grabbed a towel from its shelf after the other two had removed themselves. He stopped just before he came around the dividing wall. Apparently the prince and the concubine were not going to be able to make it to the training area today.

 

Kakarott sat over Vegeta's lap. The prince had his hands wrapped in the concubine's hair so tight Gohan wondered when it was going to start ripping out. The concubine was practically singing his need, tail wrapped around a portion of the prince's arm, and the prince was growling possessively. Gohan hunkered down on the floor, laying his head on his extended arms, turning it away so they could have as much privacy as possible, but still know he was present, if they decided they needed him for something. It was better than them having to interrupt themselves by having to look for him.

 

Kakarott pressed the releases on Vegeta's chest armor. He sat back briefly in order for the prince the shrug it off. His fingers were already at the hem of Vegeta's shirt before it hit the floor. Vegeta lifted his arms, and Kakarott pulled the garment off with much less finesse than usual in his hurry to contact the prince's bare skin with his hands.

 

Gohan shivered as a tail briefly touched him. He turned his head when it tapped him a bit harder, `Oh, shit!' He had been trying his damnedest to try and learn how to anticipate anything these two could want from him; he'd messed up. He moved with as much stealth as possible for the cupboard, reaching in quietly and pulling out a bottle of oil. By the time he came back, Kakarott was kneeling on the floor between the prince's naked legs. Vegeta was levering himself up off the bed with his arms, but his head was thrown back in pure ecstasy as Kakarott worked him over.

 

The slave touched his leg briefly, and Kakarott held his hand back, getting a firm grip on the bottle that was set in his hand. He ran it along the mattress until he could press it against the prince's hand.

 

Vegeta looked down as a solid object touched his forearm. He pulled the concubine off of him, his desire to refresh him self with the concubine's body overwhelming. He led the concubine up to the bed with him, maneuvering him until he was on his hands and knees. He popped the cork from the bottle, pouring oil onto his hand without regard for the amount before tossing it to the floor. He ran his hand over his own cock once before he used the rest to press his fingers quickly into his concubine.

 

Gohan retrieved the bottle from the floor as quickly as possible. He daringly reached for the cork on the mattress, only to have his wrist captured by the prince's tail. He stilled instantly.

 

Vegeta took Kakarott swiftly, roaring as he filled his concubine. This sayian…his concubine had haunted his thoughts during the whole mission. It had been pure torture to be away from him for a week.

 

Gohan cringed a bit; there was going to be hell to pay from the other concubines later for this. Vegeta had not been in a concubine's private quarters since before he had been gifted to the prince.

 

Kakarott was panting and whining. It had been too long and he wanted more than what the prince was allowing him, “Please!” Vegeta grabbed his concubine's tail and tweaked it, “Your Highness.” Vegeta grinned and ran his hand down the length of his concubine's tail before pressing the tip of it against the slave's lips.

 

Gohan opened his mouth obediently and let the furry appendage in. He started sucking it lightly and twirling his tongue around the tip of it as the prince started rolling his hips. Kakarott screeched in bliss, climaxing. Gohan brought his hand up to hold the concubine's tail in his mouth. He knew Kakarott wasn't finished, and it would certainly be a point of pride for the prince to not cave so quickly.

 

Vegeta grinned greedily as he continued to roll into his lover. “Ah,” he hissed. He released the slave's wrist before running the tip of his tail over its mouth.

 

Gohan reached his hand very gently for the prince's tail, taking the tip of it into his mouth along with the concubine's, running his tongue around both of them, separating them, and then twining all three together. He closed his eyes in concentration as the prince started panting in earnest.

 

Kakarott was dizzy as his second climax came over him. He hadn't realized he had been so needy.

 

“Aaah,” Vegeta grunted quietly, stilling as he spilled into his lover. He felt the slave let his tail go gently as he collapsed and then rolled onto his back on the mattress.

 

Gohan laid his head over his arms again, grinning happily, and sighing quietly. Those two together were amazing to watch. He yelped briefly as his hair was used to bring him up onto the mattress with the other two. He watched as they kissed much more lovingly than a prince and a concubine should, but he would never bring this to anyone's attention: especially not theirs!

 

“Kakarott,” Vegeta said, pulling slowly away from the kiss.

 

“Yes, your Highness?” the concubine asked, reaching for the other's lips, but stopping as the prince broke away from him. There was an interesting gleam in his prince's eyes.

 

“Mmmmm,” Vegeta pressed his lips briefly to his concubine's again before pulling Gohan closer, and laying him out on the bed next to his side, “I want to watch you,” Vegeta requested, slowly stroking the slave's cock to hardness. Vegeta didn't care if the concubine thought it was demeaning or not. Kakarott would do as he asked without questions.

 

Kakarott couldn't believe what the prince was asking of him. This was something he could get his tongue cut out for if someone caught him doing this without permission. He leaned over the prince's body in order to surround the slave with his mouth. He used much less gusto than he had on the prince minutes earlier. The slave wasn't used to this.

 

Gohan's eyes widened as he watched Kakarott go down on him, “Aaaaaaah,” he cried as he closed his eyes, tensing. The last thing he wanted to do was press himself into that mouth without permission.

 

Vegeta ran his hand over Kakarott's back as he pillowed his head with his other arm, watching as the concubine handled the slave. He smoothed down the other's buttocks before slightly tickling the back of his concubine's thigh.

 

Kakarott groaned at his prince's gentle touch. He wondered what had brought these unusual behaviors from Vegeta on as he slurped around the slave. He closed his eyes as he reached a hand to stroke most of the slave's shaft, getting good suction on just the first few inches of its erection. He pulled back, tugging gently with his teeth at the piercing before going back to sucking.

 

Gohan thrashed his head back and forth in an effort to keep his hips from bucking. He quickly placed his hands under his back as his fingers started clutching wildly at the bedding. Reaching up to grab the concubine's head would have dire consequences, he was certain. He yelped and his eyes opened wide as the nipple piercing closest to the prince was tugged on. He panted and his eyes accidentally locked with the Vegeta's. He felt as though he should look away, but the prince kept eye contact with him, and he didn't think he was supposed to look away. He cried out as he filled the concubine's mouth still gazing at Vegeta.

 

The openness Vegeta saw in the other's eyes was mesmerizing. He found it fascinating to watch as the slave came while their eyes were locked. He smiled briefly, and the slave took that as a permission to close his eyes again. He placed his hand on the concubine's back as Kakarott moved to get up, and Kakarott stilled.

 

Kakarott groaned as the prince reached for him where their bodies met. He slid slowly into the hand that was offered, feeling himself run out of palm, and rub against Vegeta's stomach. He continued to pump himself up and down until the prince released him. The concubine bit his lip, trying not to moan with need. He shifted as Vegeta sat up below him, and closed his eyes as the prince kissed his neck when they were both kneeling on the bed.

 

Gohan took it as a signal to stay where he was as the prince's tail ran up and down his body. He shivered slightly, both at the sensation against his skin, and the hungry kiss he was watching. He separated his legs wide as Vegeta's tail ran between his thighs.

 

Vegeta reached his hand into his concubine's hair, before pulling the other's head back and kissing at his throat, sucking briefly on the other's extended Adams apple. He purred as the other whined, and then shifted to the side of the concubine, pushing Kakarott until he was between the slave's legs. He reached for Kakarott's erection, and pressed him down until he could feel the other was at the slave's entrance. When his concubine didn't take the hint, he pressed on his lower back until he moved correctly.

 

Gohan grimaced as he was entered without being prepped. He hissed and bit his bottom lip as the concubine continued his slow course without stopping until their union was complete. There was some shifting on the bed, and then Kakarott was gasping, his eyes open wide in amazement.

 

Vegeta pressed into his concubine and rolled his hips once, before grabbing Kakarott's hips and pulling them back, and then pressing them forward again. He grinned as he heard the slave moan.

 

Kakarott laid his head against the slave's chest, panting, as he started rolling back onto Vegeta's shaft, and then pressing forward into the slave. Vegeta's jaw fell open as he leaned his head back, and he groaned quietly as he let the concubine continue to work.

 

Kakarott was lost to the ebb and flow. The prince's growls and the slave's groans motivating him to hold when all he wanted to do was scream his pleasure. He panted with effort, and pressed his arms into the mattress, levering his torso up. The slave caught on quick, and wrapped its legs around his hips.

 

Vegeta growled and chuckled at the same time, wedging his tail between their bodies, running the fur over their nipples before wrapping around the slave's erection. This was fucking fantastic! The mattress gave an odd bounce as the slave locked up in its second orgasm. His concubine tightened up in response, his body jerking slightly as the slave milked him.

 

Vegeta bit Kakarott's shoulder blade as he came again, licking at the blood he drew as he came down from his high, “No training,” he said seriously with a hint of humor tinting his words. Kakarott nodded his head enthusiastically, “And you two can shower with your clothes off, together,” he smirked as he kissed the back of his concubine's neck.

 

Kakarott chuckled, was that what this was all about? “Thank you, your Highness,” he said, just before licking the slave's cum off of the prince's tail. Vegeta howled and fell to the bed.

 

Gohan groaned as he shifted his now numb hands out from under his back. The pleasurable euphoria ebbed as he thought about his wife…how was he going to explain this to her, if he ever got the chance? Not just the sex with men, but the fact he actually liked it?

 

 

~o0o~

 

 

Gohan looked up as silence engulfed the room. The concubine was crouched low in a corner. Sweat freely fell from the tip of Kakarott's nose and down the sides of his face. The slave estimated it wouldn't be long before today's training session was over. He turned his attention back to the book he was reading, …can be challenged only once in a sayian's lifetime. The challenger has up to one year to prepare after the challenge has been issued. Any means deemed necessary will be granted…

 

Kakarott panted, looking over his opponent with a critical eye. Since Vegeta had returned from his mission they had daily spars. It was now nearing three weeks. It cut into his daily routine. He had to cut his spa time and his fingernails and tail were beginning to show it, but he wouldn't give up the experience. Yes, the prince was taking it easy on him, but the other was actually sweating. Sweating! Had he really been able to last long enough against the prince to give him a real work out? True, they weren't using ki blasts: not with the slave in the room. The concubine's emotions briefly nagged him at that; neither of them should have been giving a fuck if the slave were hurt or killed.

 

Vegeta glanced over at the slave and snorted as he let his concubine take a breather. It amused him to no end that the slave would want to read. The futility of it was sort of sad. No matter how much knowledge the slave gained, it would still be a slave. The prince shook his head at his own musing, turning back, “Come,” he told Kakarott.

 

Kakarott grit his teeth and stood, moving into a defensive stance. He didn't have the energy to go chasing the prince around the arena after hours of training. If Vegeta wished to continue this fight, then the prince was going to have to carry it to him.

 

Vegeta nodded in understanding, phasing out directly after. Kakarott ducked and rolled. Someone moving that fast was making a body hit or grab. Changing his location vertically meant he was no longer there when Vegeta brought his arms together. He kicked up with a heel strike from his possession on the floor, catching his prince in the gut….

 

…and clipping his tail. Kakarott gasped as he tried to pull the strike, but it was too late. There was a shriek, and then a heavy thud as Vegeta's body crashed into the floor, the sound of the prince's labored, pain filled breathing filled the room.

 

Gohan's attention jerked away from the book of protocols he had been reading as the shriek filled the room. Even the Vegeta he knew would never make such a sound. He set the book aside and was in motion as the prince sat up with a ki attack lighting his fingertip, aimed at the concubine's forehead. These last six weeks had been put to good use: Gohan was now able to move much quicker in this environment.

 

Kakarott closed his eyes and waited for the blast to come. It never hit him. Instead his body was shoved forcefully across the flooring out of its way, and he heard the slave's grunt of pain. Kakarott opened his eyes, taking in the scene before him, “You would dare interfere with my judgment?” Vegeta's voice was cold as he directed a new ki attack from where he sat on the floor at the slave's bowed head. The slave was cradling an injured hand; Kakarott was surprised the appendage was still attached, until the other moved it slightly, and he could see the hole through it. It would have been better if it had just been blasted off. It was useless now and slaves were allowed the benefit of regeneration tanks only rarely.

 

Gohan looked up. If he were going to die anyway, keeping his head bowed was pointless. He didn't know what to say to the prince's question. Yes, he would dare interfere? If the prince did not understand what his rash actions against his concubine might have meant, then someone had to step in. Gohan wouldn't let Vegeta kill one of the most important people in the prince's regimented life.

 

Vegeta's ki lessened at the look he received from the slave. The slave hadn't done this for Kakarott's benefit, but his. He dropped his hand and looked over at his concubine. He shuddered as he realized he had almost taken the sayian's head off for an injury that could easily be healed by a regeneration tank. The emptiness he felt fill him at the thought was paralyzing.

 

The fingers of Gohan's injured hand began to tingle, which shocked him; it had gone numb as soon as the ki blast had gone through it. He had not regretted the loss of his hand if it meant Kakarott was still alive. He hissed, looking down at it, and his eyes grew wide. It was already healing? He knew sayians healed faster than humans, and recovered from some pretty amazing injuries, but a hole through the hand? Without a senzu?

 

“Stop whining over the loss of your hand slave. You should be happy you still have your head,” Vegeta said as he rolled to his knees. His tail refused to tighten around his waist; it was definitely fractured, if not broken. He wasn't certain how affected his balance was going to be, so he was taking it one step at a time.

 

“I-I don't think I've lost it, your Highness,” Gohan said, his amazement loosing his tongue. It still tingled, and showed silver to his other sight. Was this yet another side affect of the Elder's mystic training? His life force had certainly grown stronger and he hadn't been using much of it here. Maybe there was a reservoir in his system somewhere and it came to his aid when needed? Was this something that would still happen if he had full use of his ki?

 

Kakarott didn't move during the exchange between the slave and his prince. The slave had brought this on himself and the concubine was not certain if there was anything that could be done to reverse Vegeta's judgment. So he was increasingly astounded as his prince brought his hand down without firing the second shot. They were discussing something quietly enough he could not hear. Was the slave that stupid? Or that brave? `Stupid,' he decided as the slave reached his injured hand for the prince's damaged tail. He moved to intercept the other, fearing he wasn't going to be fast enough. He stopped mere inches from grabbing the slave's wrist as he heard his prince purr in pleasure.

 

It was a matter of reacting rather than thinking. Gohan couldn't recall consciously thinking about reaching for Vegeta's tail: just a visual image of remembrance when Dende would heal someone one moment, and then it was setting in his palm the next. He couldn't close his fingers around it, but he slid it until something in the life energy flow halted his hand.

 

The slave had lost his mind; that was Vegeta's conclusion as the other reached its hand out towards his tail. His immediate reaction to backhand the other for his audacity stilled as his tail started to tingle, “What,” oh gods, it felt so gooood. Having ki-enhanced hands run up the fur of his tail felt good, but this was different; like tiny vibrations under his skin.

 

“Healing,” Gohan whispered in amazement, before turning his gaze up to the prince's face.

 

The tip of Vegeta's tail twitched, which was much better than what it had been doing. Vegeta's eyes narrowed, “You have a lot of strange abilities for a sayian,” he said, peering closely at the other.

 

Gohan gulped and pulled his hand away as the prince wrapped his tail around his waist. “I swear this is the first time this has happened, your Highness.” This was it, the moment he had been dreading had finally arrived. People were going to start asking questions, and he wasn't going to answer them. Even if he did answer them, he seriously doubted he would be believed.

 

“He's not completely sayian, your Highness,” Kakarott spoke up from where he kneeled on the floor.

 

Gohan cringed but couldn't fault the other for telling what he knew of the truth, and he wished he had had the foresight of keeping his mouth shut when he had first arrived. It has just been so foreign and confusing at the time.

 

Vegeta turned an accusing gaze to the concubine, “You knew this and chose not to tell me?”

 

Kakarott prostrated himself on the floor, “My most humble apologies, Prince Vegeta,” he said, “For my impudence in thinking the knowledge was not of value.”

 

Vegeta grunted and turned his attention back to the slave, who was now in the same position as the concubine. If the concubine had told him, he would not have found it of interest until now, “Well, slave? What else are you?”

 

Gohan's brain searched frantically for an answer that would not direct the sayians' attention to Earth. With his father here on Vegeta-sei, the planet had no hero to protect it from invaders with as much strength as a sayian army. There were also the dragon balls to be concerned about. He had no idea what wishes a warrior race would use them for. He gasped as his hair was pulled roughly to get him to look up, “Well?”

 

“Demon, your Highness” the answer flew out of his mouth in his panic, surprising even him. He tried not to sigh in relief. Demons popped up where ever they were summoned, some of them being left in this realm of existence for various reasons. His grandfather had been called to Earth and killed his summoner before he could be sent back. He had not become known as the Ox King until long after Master Roshi had beat him into submission, and he had become used to his new life on Earth, settling down with a human wife; the human grandmother Gohan had never met.

 

Vegeta sneered, “You lie. There is no such thing,” watching the slave closely for its reaction. Nothing in the slave's countenance changed at his statement. Not the pride of someone justified in their honesty, nor the search for a better answer from a liar. The answer was true, but not complete. As impossible as the answer sounded, the slave believed it.

 

Gohan said nothing. Changing his answer now for whatever reasons would be bad. “Which parent?” Vegeta asked, wondering if it would be this easy to catch the slave in its lie.

 

“Mother, your Highness” Gohan answered honestly, hoping that by keeping it simple, he could remember his answers if ever asked again.

 

Vegeta grunted, satisfied with the answer. A female sayian would have killed the child of such a union. Or killed herself if it had been rape. “Your father?” he asked shrewdly.

 

Gohan stiffened, not being able to help looking over at Kakarott. He yelped as his clavicle piercing was twisted, “His name was Goku, your Highness” Gohan panted.

 

Vegeta sneered, “That's not a sayian name.”

 

“It was the name I knew him as, your Highness. He died when I was very young,” Gohan answered honestly.

 

“Your mother?” Vegeta asked.

 

“Killed by another demon,” Gohan said, `Buu could be considered a demon, right? Oh, shit…was Buu still waiting to be hatched on Earth in this time line?' That thought started a whole chain of thoughts about all of the enemies Earth and the Universe had been witness to over the years. Again he glanced at Kakarott. This sayian was nowhere near approaching the level of super sayian three, nor was he getting the special training that had aided him in creating the Genki Dama that had been required to defeat Buu.

 

The answered disturbed the slave greatly; even Kakarott could sense that from where he still knelt with his head down on the floor. The breathing, the slight body twitches, the smell, and mostly, his failure to address the prince by a title.

 

Vegeta let the slave's mistake of not addressing him correctly go this once. These questions were apparently bringing up very distressing memories that bothered it. “So, what other strange abilities did your mother pass onto you?” Vegeta asked, finally getting to his real question.

 

“I-I can sense ki…but anyone can learn to do it, your Highness,” Gohan said quickly.

 

“And this healing?” Vegeta asked, picking up the slave's hand. The hole was showing true evidence of closing up now.

 

“I do not know, your Highness. I think it may have been my body didn't mind sharing its life force,” Gohan answered, “Since it is not being called upon to fuel my ki.”

 

“You mean chi?” Vegeta asked.

 

“I am not familiar with the term, your Highness,” Gohan answered honestly.

 

Vegeta shrugged before he stood. “You will teach me, this ki sensing ability,” he commanded.

 

“Yes, your Highness,” Gohan said, moving to sit on the floor. He was somewhat confused as the prince walked away from him.

 

“You will be here the same time tomorrow for this,” Vegeta said before he turned his back on the slave and the concubine. There was much to think over and he was still upset with Kakarott for his inexperienced strike.

 

“Yes, your Highness,” Gohan said just before the doors closed behind the prince's back. He turned to look at the concubine and cried out as his hair was used to pull him flat to the floor, “You are becoming more of his pet than his slave,” Kakarott hissed in his face with malice.

 

“Sir! I would never knowingly come between you and the prince!” Gohan said in a rush. He didn't need Kakarott seeing him as a potential threat or enemy.

 

Kakarott gave the slave's head another good shake before letting him go, and standing, “I am ready to go, slave.”

 

Gohan rolled to his knees before standing to go get the books and his collar. His shoulders slumped as Kakarott jerked on his leash as hard has he had during the first week. `Great!' He looked down at the floor as he followed behind the concubine towards their room.

 

Gohan had an uneasy feeling `their room' was going to become a point of contention now. The other concubines had been doing a poor job of hiding tart remarks about how Kakarott apparently wasn't enough for the prince all by himself: that he had to have a slave help him. Even Kakarott's poorly hid retorts that he was still the one being requested hadn't stopped them from making their nasty insinuations.

 

Gohan got a bad feeling about the way the door was slammed behind them as they entered the concubine's quarters. He'd feel better if Kakarott even chose to talk harshly to him. This stone cold treatment wasn't comforting.

 

Being dragged directly to the shower room was somewhat expected; the concubine had quite a workout with the prince today before things had gone wrong. He wasn't expecting the concubine to push him down on his knees, and hook his clavicle piercing into one of small recesses in the wall. He cringed as his collar was removed, the sound of the leash continuing to jingle long after the collar had hit the floor was weird…until he heard it swinging through the air before it bit into his shoulder and ran down his back, “AAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!”

 

The slave's scream covered up the sound of the material of its shirt ripping. Kakarott swung the leash at the slave's now exposed back again, watching with spiteful pleasure as the metal bit into the slave's skin, tearing open another long, bloody gash. The second strike was able to go through the waistline of the pants also, exposing its buttock to him as well.

 

Gohan tensed and jerked, screaming again as the leash laid into him a third time. “I'M SORRY!” he screamed just before the fourth strike came at him horizontally, tearing into his right side. He was sorry he was here. He was sorry the prince was taking such an unsolicited interest in him. He was sorry he was developing all these strange, seemingly useful abilities….

 

Kakarott took the couple of steps necessary to be next to the slave before shoving on the back of its head, forcing its forehead into the wall, “You don't even know what to be sorry for, do you,” he hissed as the other cried out, clutching at the tiles of the wall. The pathetic dazed look he received from it infuriated him even more. He stepped back and swung the leash twice in a criss-cross over its back, the ends of the strikes cutting into the slave's calves.

 

He threw the leash down into a bloody heap on the floor as the slave denied him a sixth scream from his last strike. He spat at its back as he watched its shoulders shake, knowing the other was crying its ever-ready, overly emotional tears. He showered quickly, not wanting to spend any more time with it than he had too. He unhooked its piercing before he left, and sneered as it did nothing other than to fall to the wet floor in a pathetically miserable pile.

 

Gohan curled up on himself after the concubine had left. He missed his wife, and his daughter. Gods, he missed everyone he knew on Earth! Even Oolong would have brought a smile to his face. The marks on his back weren't so terrible as the ones in his heart. He had truly believed he had made a friend; now he knew there could never be such a thing between him and the concubine. The concubine had only been exceedingly tolerant and lenient of his behavior up until now. Obviously Kakarott was not going to let the charade continue.

 

His pathetic, unmanly whimpers had stopped by the time the concubine came in and tossed some food in his direction, “The Prince called Rue to him this evening,” he addressed the other as he observed how only the shallowest parts of the strikes were beginning to close up.

 

Gohan shuddered, “I am sorry,” he whispered from his place on the floor.

 

Kakarott wasn't certain what he was expecting when he told the slave about the nights turn of events. He grunted in confusion at his own motives, “Eat, get showered. The prince wants you to `train' him tomorrow, you'll need your rest,” he said to it before he left the damp room.

 

Gohan picked himself off the floor and retrieved the bread and fruit from where it lay and ate quickly. Then he grabbed his collar and tossed it near the entry of the shower before standing. He turned the water on and hissed as he stood in the spray and stripped the clothes the rest of the way from his body. He picked the leash up on his way back and washed it off, dropping it to the floor in a mound once it had been rinsed clean.

 

He ran soap as best he could over his body. The water ran pink for quite some time before it cleared. Gohan turned the water towards the area he had been laying, washing it down the drain. He reached for a towel and dried the front half of his body first, before attempting to dry his back. He gave up moments later, going back for his bloody and torn clothes, throwing them down the trash shoot.

 

He limped into the bedroom and stretched his wet towel over the cot before laying out on it, in order to let his back air-dry. He was asleep by the time Kakarott turned his reading light off.

 

 

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