Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Phobia ❯ Chapter 2

Authors: Dark Serapha & Rogue

Mandatory Disclaimer: O.o… You're not looking at us, are you? …You are?? *shakes head in exasperation* Read it! If you think it is even remotely like the real thing then… we like you… but you have obvious problems discerning reality from fantasy. And just look at Gohan to see where that can lead to!

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: one squick, one nice, but surprise! Ain't telling! You get to figure out which is which. In case you do it wrong we would like to deem you a VERY sick person! Several others mentioned.

Warnings: *evil grin* Let's see here… Rape, non-con, blood, nastiness, yaoi, confusion, stupid poses, bad lines, The Great Saiyaman and some nice lemony goodness to make it all worthwhile.

A/N:

Dark Serapha: You thought the first part was funny, ey? Boy, are you guys in for a surprise... it would be wise to heed the warnings closely for this! And I would like to state that writing this was in NO way enjoyable for me!

Rogue: *grins maniacally - bloodlust very evident* Oh... *licks lips* I enjoyed it thoroughly. This was the most fun I've had since... poor little Jeice... This scene here was the entire reason I brow beat my mistreated angel over there into writing this fic. I took almost as much pleasure in her screams as in Gohan's. *giggles* I hope you enjoy it too...

~ Phobia ~

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"AHAAA! Beware, criminal! Saiyaman is here to fulfill law and justice!" as he stared righteously down at... himself.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Chapter 2

Gohan jerked awake, eyes wide with shock, his heart beating like a drum. He gasped for air as, slowly, the horrible nightmare subsided. It was alright. He was home, in his little apartment. Not out in the city, fighting crime. Everything was fine.

But damn, that had been one hell of a nightmare. Slowly he calmed again, settling back into the warm pillows. The dream still stood crystal-clear before his eyes. Damn, what a fucked up dream! Him, arresting Kuririn for such a bogus reason! And putting his mother into an asylum! Gohan had, in his studies, come across the works of Freud and some other defenders of dream-analysis and therefore knew about what dreams were supposed to mean. He silently wondered if this one wanted to tell him anything... A shiver struck him, thinking of Videl and Yamcha, and he dearly hoped not.

Just as he had started to settle into sleep again a small sound jerked him awake once more.

Still chilled from the dream, that little sound spooked him and he sat up, looking around the shadowy room but seeing nothing. Gosh. If he had dreams like that, no wonder he had not been sleeping well lately. But he couldn't remember having any bad dreams... or... could he? He frowned as he tried to think and gained a few flashes of pictures but nothing he could truly remember. One thing he knew, he had no longer been quite comfortable out patrolling the city lately. That's why he hadn't tonight.

He couldn't see anything in the dark so his thoughts turned inward again. He wasn't out of control like that when he was Saiyaman, was he? He was pretty sure he didn't look that stupid... but the end of the dream was especially freaky. Suddenly he felt a breeze and looked to the balcony door. The curtains were blowing in the wind. Did he leave the door open? Pushing back the blankets he stood up and walked slowly to the door, hugging himself in a sudden chill. The night wasn't supposed to be this cold. He reached for the curtain and pulled it to the side so he could close the sliding glass door and what he saw took a second to register.

He froze and blinked.

There, before him... was nothing... But he swore there was something there for a second. He shook his head and figured that it must have been a leftover from that dream. He was being silly. Closing the door he chuckled to himself as he turned back into the apartment. Imagine! Him! Putting his own mother in an asylum. She would kill him! He drew up short again swearing that something in the dark moved. No. There was nothing there. It was just his imagination. He moved a little quicker toward the bed even though he kept telling himself he was being foolish. There was a small lamp on the bed-stand and he considered turning it on just to make sure... He wasn't that much of a scaredy-cat.... was he?

But... there wasn't really anyone here so... sure there wasn't, was there? So it couldn't hurt to turn on the light. Just for a short moment. Just to check that... everything was all right. Yes. He tried to convince himself of that. His hand was a bit shaky though as it reached for the small button at the base of the lamp. Resolutely he pushed it down and light flickered up. As expected, nothing was to be seen. Relieved, Gohan turned to slip back into his warm bed.

"Don't move."

The voice was barely a whisper against the back of his neck. His hackles rose at it and he froze completely, his eyes widening impossibly. He wanted to turn around, wanted to give whoever had dared to break into his, the great Saiyaman's, apartment, a taste of their own medicine, but something... something in that voice mad him shiver and stay in place, unable to move. The presence behind him shifted slightly, moving away.

"Son Gohan..." it half purred, half hissed, making goose bumps rise on the skin of said individual.

"Gohan... you are a bad, bad boy..."

Gohan held perfectly still even though he wanted to turn and face the owner of that hissing voice. What was wrong with him? He had faced all sorts of enemies and monsters! He should be able to face this! But... It always had taken him forever to get his courage up to be able to face them. He admitted that to himself now while his legs shook and he trembled with insecurity.

The voice spoke up behind him again, closer this time. He could hear footsteps slowly approaching him.

"The list of your wrongs is long and serious. You have done so many things, Gohan. You are a coward and a fake. You have fallen short of everything that you ever attempted to do that was useful and worthwhile, twisting it and making it worthless. A mama's boy who can't stand up for himself. A weakling who's social skills are sadly inept. What do you have to say for yourself, felon? Sending your woman into the arms of another man, forcing her to give up her body because you are incapable of keeping her satisfied..."

At this Gohan gasped and instinctively turned to look at the speaker. What the hell did he mean by that? What was going on here?! Who was this and what the hell was he talking about? He wasn't a criminal! He always did the right thing and he never hurt anyone. Where the hell did this person come from, accusing him of things like this??! As he turned, he only got a glimpse of green and black before he was slammed chest-first into the wall hard enough to crack the plaster all around him.

"And you are incapable of following directions." A hot mouth whispered into his ear as the person held him against the wall. Gohan tried to push away but the other was just as strong as him. All it did was make the wall crack even more.

"What the hell do you want??! Who are you??!" Gohan gasped as he tried to free himself.

The voice was hard and cold.

"I'm the one who is going to punish you for your sins."

"My sins?" Gohan was completely confused, and, he had to admit, not only a little frightened. This stranger was strong, probably stronger than him, though that should be impossible, and there was something about him that made his skin crawl with anxiety. Suddenly he realized that those hands had started to roam his body as if searching for something, but somehow that didn't seem right.

"What... what the hell are you doing??" He asked with a slight hint of panic in his voice, that turned into a indignant squeak when two strong hands suddenly cupped his buttocks and *squeezed*.

The stranger did not answer his question, he merely continued on with more accusations.

"You, Son Gohan, make me sick. Not only are you lacking in just about every way but you are a lousy lover on top of it all. A prudish timid liar, impersonating a mighty and renown crime fighter. I don't like it when people confuse me for someone else. Definitely not for a sniveling little imposter like you. You make me sick, Son Gohan. I think it's time for a little rehabilitation..."

Gohan was now breathing a mile a minute. This was so wrong! There was something horribly wrong here! He began to struggle violently. He had to get away! The most horrible feeling was inching its way up his spine and he was adamant that he had to be as far from the cause as possible.

But it was to no avail. Hands, like iron clamps, held him immobile and he was left wondering what happened to the strength that had defeated Cell, that had almost beaten Buu. It was gone, sapped from him, and he felt unable to lift even one leg to get away from this terrifying and clearly insane man. Gohan wanted to flare his ki, wanted to call for help, but to his horror he realized that, alongside his strength, his ki seemed to have vanished. And who would come to his help anyway? He had taken care to isolate himself from the other senshi, he had told them he wanted nothing more to do with them, he even could recall the expression of hurt on his father's face so clearly when he had forced himself to tell Goku that he wouldn't come to see him anymore.

All for his mother and for being normal, but it had been a mistake, a mistake! Saiyaman had not been enough, fighting crime was not his true purpose... it left him unsatisfied, just like his relationship with Videl left him craving, wanting something more, something deeper... And then those hands started to move again, wandering around him and touching him... touching him THERE...

"Hey!!" Gohan jerked harshly as those hands traveled over him, pressing against the thin sweats he wore, stroking him roughly.

"Get the hell off me!!" Finally he managed to gather enough strength to rip away and turn to face his attacker, though the other's grip reaffirmed itself on him and he was smacked roughly back into place. Any force that he might have salvaged was lost as Gohan stared at his captor with wide-eyed horror.

It was... It was... Oh shit!! It wasn't!! This had to be some sort of sick stunt by some lunatic!!

None other than the Great Saiyaman held him pinned to the wall and pressed against him with a crude and zealously grim smile. This... this couldn't be happening... It couldn't! But it was! The demi-saiyan could even smell the fiberglass material of the helmet right in front of him, the starched cape... the light scent of sweat from a night of fighting crime.

"You aren't! You aren't Saiyaman!" He countered but his voice lacked any true accusation. This madman, whoever he was, was stronger than him and he sure looked serious.

"Says who?" came the mocking voice from under the green helmet.

"Itsy bitsy Gohan? Gohan the coward? Gohan the scholar? Gohan, the one who doesn't want to be what he is?" The Great Saiyaman laughed, his voice oddly high-pitched, almost falsetto, and... just strange. Gohan frowned. His voice wasn't like that, was it? He had always thought of his voice as... well... probably a bit lighter, but much more... masculine!

"You are questioning my masculinity?" The voice sounded completely different now, much lower... and much more dangerous. Gohan broke into a sweat. Had he actually said that aloud? He couldn't remember! And seconds later it didn't matter anymore as now a heavy body pressed full force against his and that hand was back between his legs. His eyes widened. ... no... NO!

"I shall prove to you my masculinity, you little bitch!" those lips between the visor moved into an ugly grin that scared the shit out of Gohan. Saiyaman gripped Gohan's groin tightly causing him to cry out in pain, his voice rising a few octaves. The demi's legs threatened to give way and then the super-hero changed his grip and threw Gohan to the ground, ripping his flimsy shirt away as he fell. The young scholar whimpered on the carpet, holding himself with his legs clamped tightly together. When boots appeared in his line of sight, he flinched and looked up at the crime fighter who towered over him. This was not happening!! This wasn't real!!

"I'll show you just how real this is, worm.", came the gruff answer to his thoughts, sending ice down his spine even as one of those booted feet met his ribs with crushing force sending him sprawling with a cry. Gohan barely managed to get back to his knees when another kick was delivered to his midsection and he hit the ground hard. A hand gripped his hair, dragging him up painfully and throwing him against the wall once more. Watching as he slid down to the ground.

"I'm more of a man than you'll ever be, bitch! How about I teach you what a real man is like? A little pansy book worm like you could use a lesson in testosterone." Saiyaman grasped his throat, cutting off his air supply as fingers slipped down over his heaving chest and caught the waistband of those loose sweats. Gohan tried to fight, one hand grasping the one on his throat and the other reaching to keep the hand at his waist at bay.

He struggled, but it was to no avail. Just like before he just couldn't get a hold of his strength, the very grip of his alter ego seemed to sap every ounce of power he might have possessed after years of slacking off and dismissing training. He felt just like he had when he fought Cell. He knew the power was there somewhere but he was unable to set it free. The sharp sound of his pants being torn echoed through his head. His vision swam with multi-colored dots and he felt nauseous and sick. 'This isn't reality... this can't be real...' was the only though repeating over and over in his mind. But those groping, greedy hands on his skin felt all too real. Saiyaman had the power he lacked and he did not hesitate to use it. Claw-like fingers slashed his skin, making stark crimson well up. Gohan looked at the bloody scratches in an almost detached manner. He just couldn't believe that this was happening. He was as cut off from his emotions as he was cut off from his powers. Seemingly unable to move even a finger he lay there, the struggling having ceased, and simply observed what was happening to his own body.

The Great Saiyaman smirked down at Gohan whose hands rested on the ground numbly now despite the bright blood that oozed down his chest. His voice now sounded satisfied and mirthful.

"That's right, take your punishment like a good boy." Both his bloody hands gripped Gohan's pants and they were torn away, the sound of rending cloth filling the room. Gohan gasped yet he still lay there, in denial of the situation, refusing to believe in this.

Saiyaman bent over him, his cloak billowed around them both like a shroud. It was so surreal and that expression on the hero's lips... the only part of the face that Gohan could see. When the crime fighter's hands suddenly undid his own belt and began to draw down his spandex pants, Gohan's eyebrows shot up and his paralysis finally broke.

"Oh Kami!!" Flipping onto his knees, he tried to flee once more but strong hands caught his hips and dragged him back.

"Oh no you don't. You're gonna pay. You're gonna scream for everything you've ever failed. You're gonna pay for being nothing. For going against what you are. For daring to tease me, bring me to life, and then lock me away. I won't be ignored, Son Gohan. I'm here to stay whether you like it or not, you're nothing without me. You want to be a ningen… Well, I'm NOT a ningen!"

Gohan kicked and yelled and clawed at the carpet but those hands drew him back inexorably and then hot flesh pressed against him, white hot agony ripping through him as he was invaded. He screamed, long, high and piercing. His hands fisting tightly in the carpet as a pain that he had never known before took over his body, degrading him to a mere puppet that twitched uselessly on it's puppeteers strings.

The pain was real, burning out every last hope he had that this somehow was just a figment of his imagination. Saiyaman thrust roughly into him, tearing him apart, not caring that he screamed in nameless suffering. Tears streamed down Gohan's face, his whole body spasming under the torture it was subjected to as his virginal entrance was torn and plundered by a much too large cock driving and drilling into him. He could hear the grunts and groans of the one above him, and the wet smack of flesh on flesh filtered through the haze that was clouding his brain. Saiyaman roughly reached around, gripping Gohan's own limp sex and began pumping it in sync with his brutal thrusts. Gohan screamed again, sobbing in utmost terror.

Struggling weakly, the figure behind him keeping him still, slamming into him, every movement a torture of its own, Gohan twitched and sobbed through a hoarse throat. Tears dripped down on his own arms, staining the creamy carpet along with a growing pool of his blood.

'Kami! Make it stop!! Make it stop!!'

"...stop... please... sto..." His voice barely registered above a broken whisper.

The grip on him tightened even more, the pain doubling, tripling.

"No! You will not destroy me! You will face me! I'm as much you as you are me, as loathsome as you are! You want to be a weak ningen? This is all you are worth! Somebody's weak ningen whore!"

Gohan shrieked and another loud scream broke from his raw throat as his attacker kept tearing at him, ripping him, ravaging him.

"NOO!! KAMI, NOOO!!"

~ to be continued ~