Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Piccolo Daimoh - Private Eye ❯ The Yummy Underage Chapter ( Chapter 3 )
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By: VegetaDaimoh 
This is a f'ed-up, mind warping story. I decided that it was so wacked out on crack that I'd only write my favorite part of the story because you just wouldn't get the whole thing. That's not an insult, I barely got it myself. Of course it's a hentai scene, actually, the only one in the entire story, but whatever. You'll get it.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.27.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 605 | Status: Work In Progress
This is a f'ed-up, mind warping story. I decided that it was so wacked out on crack that I'd only write my favorite part of the story because you just wouldn't get the whole thing. That's not an insult, I barely got it myself. Of course it's a hentai scene, actually, the only one in the entire story, but whatever. You'll get it.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.27.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 605 | Status: Work In Progress
Piccolo Daimoh - Private Eye
by animegrrrl
Author's Note: This is a fucked-up, mind warping story. I decided that it was so wacked out on crack that I'd only write my favorite part of the story because you just wouldn't get the whole thing. That's not an insult, I barely got it myself. Of course it's a hentai scene, actually, the only one in the entire story, but whatever. You'll get it.
Ch. 3 - The Yummy Underage Chapter
I awoke at the buttcrack of dawn. I wanted to have a little more time with my bedmate before he had to leave. I leaned over and shook the shoulder of the warm body next to mine. "Gohan. Gohan-chan, get up."
"Nnn."
"Gohan!"
"What is it, Piccolo-san?" he asked tiredly.
"It's almost six. Shouldn't you be getting ready for school?" I wait for him to answer. He doesn't. "Gohan!"
"...It's Sunday, Piccolo."
Sunday. Oh. Shit! His mother is going to kill me- Wait, she can't. She's dead. Now I remember. Last night Gohan had come to me. He was upset, of course. Weeping in my arms, he told me how his father and him had come home to find the house completely trashed. Obvious signs of a struggle. They called for Chi-Chi, again and again, but there was no answer. They finally found her body, stashed in the master bedroom's closet. She had a crushed neck- and a snarl on her face.
After telling me this, he grabbed me by the collar and begged me to find her killer, practically screaming it into my face. "Of course." I said quickly. "Of course I'll find out who did this." After asking him the usual questions and changing into a dryer shirt(Gohan had made it disgusting with snot and tears.), I explained to him the procedure. I couldn't go to the house that night; the cops wouldn't let me beyond the driveway. I told him it was very important that the house should be left as it is. After my inspection, I would go to the morgue to see Chi-Chi, then compile a list of all the people who'd like to see her dead. That's going to be one long list. No, not really. I'd only need to include the people who'd actually go through with murder. That elimnates me, heh.
Gohan telepathically contacted his father and told him what I'd said. He had to try several times; Goku was busy concentrating on blowing things up. "Aren't you going home?" I asked.
"No."
And so I comforted him, the best way I knew how, until he came into my hand.
Sunday. I had assumed that I would be doing this alone, but with no school Gohan would insist on helping. More like getting in the way. I growled softly, and stared at the sleeping boy in my bed. Gohan always left before dawn, sneaking back into the Son house just in time for his mother to 'wake' him up. But Gohan had stayed last night- and his father knew.
Does Goku know more than that, would he, could he suspect that Gohan and I are more than just friends? I wonder, two years of Gohan sneaking away, and not once had he been caught. Almost too good to be true. Would he approve? No, even if Goku could handle the thought of Gohan being gay, I don't think he'd be too happy with the thought of me banging his seventeen year old son. He'd flip out even worse if he knew I'd been doing it since the day Gohan turned fifteen. Hey, I'm no child molester. He seduced me first- but that was another story, and another case.
In this case, the stakes were so much higher. I sighed. Goku. He doesn't need to find out, especially at this time. No parent should know what a wanton their child can be. Still, I wasn't sastified. I had to ask.
"Gohan." I shook his shoulder. "Gohan!"
"Nnn! What!"
"Does Goku know?"
"Know...?"
"About us. About last night."
"I told him I would be staying here."
"But does he know-"
"That you instruct me in more ways than one? God, Piccolo. No." He dragged a pillow(His pillow, really, I never used one.) over his head, ending the conversation. I guess he didn't want to talk about it anymore. Whatever. I had to go to the toilet anyway.
When I returned from the 'throne' room I stopped dead in my tracks. I had caught sight of Gohan. Whether it was from me getting up or Gohan kicking them off in his sleep, the sheets were left bunched up at his feet, exposing every wonderful curve of my koi's backside. Even in sleep that yummy ass looked like it was begging to be touched. My boxers all of a sudden felt too tight. So I slipped out of them.
I advanced toward him like a pagan god hungry for his sacrifice.
Gohan was unusually grumpy today. He didn't have his "Pet me, I'm adorable." attitude this morning. Of course, he was still grieving over the loss of his mother. By all rights, I should leave him alone... except that once up I can't go back to sleep. And Gohan did say to start as soon as possible, didn't he? Besides, I know just how to wake him up.
I lightly raked my nails down the side of his legs, then tantalizingly slid my fingers up from his knees toward the inner flesh of his thighs. I was rewarded with a shiver. I then gripped that yummy ass and kneaded up and down. Gohan let out a half-conscious groan. I smirked and ran my forefinger down the crack of his ass, stopping at his 'rosy pucker'. I rubbed it. Gohan parted his thighs and I slid a finger in. I watched the muscles of his back clench as his hands dug into the bed. I was tempted to take him right then and there, but I didn't want to hurt him. By the time I was stretching him with two fingers he was already on his hands and knees, pushing back.
"The little wanton." I thought fondly. He was ready, and I, more than. I moved to mount him. Gohan surprised me by suddenly standing up on the bed. "Gohan." I exclaimed. Gohan turned around and walked toward me. The back of his hand caressed my cheek softly, and then his hand was gripping me, forcing my head back! I stared up at him in amazement.
"Piccolo-san." he murmured. There was some emotion on his face that I couldn't identify, and then he was kissing me, his toungue hot and skillful. My hand slid up that smooth white thigh and tugged downwards. I got my wish. Gohan broke off kissing and slid down. My eyes widened as I felt his penis drag down my body and finally, two pert nipples rest against my chest. Gohan looked at me with watery, vulnerable eyes. "Piccolo-san," my koi asked breathlessly, "do you love me?" He lowered himself onto my wet tip.
I managed back a strangled reply. "Of course."
Gohan rocked a little deeper. "And you'd... do anything for me, right?"
I groaned. "Yes..."
"Promise?"
"Yes! I promise! Anything, just stop torturing me." I pulled him close and plunged deep into that sweet, sweet ass. Gohan threw back his head in ecstasy and cried out my name.
"Piccolo-san!"
Yes, anything I swore. Anything for my Gohan.
He rode me till the very end.
Little did I know, as we lay there among the tumbled sheets, spent and content, that the promise he had bound me to would cost so dearly. Tomorrow would only be the worst and most humiliating experience of my life.
Damn manipulative teen.
The End of Ch. 3.
Ch. 1 - A Very Jealous Saiyan is a Very Bad Thing. veggie brooding over kakkarott and plotting chi-chi's death. veggie pov.
Ch. 2 - Ding Dong, the Witch is Dead. humor. the infamous battle/death scene. veggie left cuz forgot something. put her in closet temporarily but came too late, already discovered.
Ch. 3 - The Yummy Underage Chapter. piccolo pov.
Ch. 4 - Damn Manipulative Teen! humor. gohan drags piccolo to the prom. his excuse? g says the school needs an 'extra' chaperone.
Ch. 5 - Ever See Carrie? but everyone sees that pic's no chaperone by the way they dance. Yes, they dance. kiss. videl freaks out and drops a bowl o' punch on pic. everyone stares as g drags pic to the bathroom. furious. pic turns back on gohan. separate and go home miserable.
Ch. 6 - Hey Now, Hey Now, the Bitch is Back. humor. chi-chi comes back from hell. veggie laughs. no way he can lose. then chi-chi pulls out the guns, her NUCLEAR guns. veggie glowing green. comes crawling back to bulma for cure before sterility sets in.
Ch. 7 - Some Romance and a Fish. sweet reunion scene between goku and chi-chi. infamous piccolo-in-trenchcoat-protecting-gohan-from-rain scene ending. goku knows. whole story inspired by Smoochies pic.
P.S. I don't know about you but everytime I read the phrase 'rosy pucker' it cracks me up. I wish I had a better name for that body part... But I don't think 'wrinkled anal opening' would work too well.
by animegrrrl
Author's Note: This is a fucked-up, mind warping story. I decided that it was so wacked out on crack that I'd only write my favorite part of the story because you just wouldn't get the whole thing. That's not an insult, I barely got it myself. Of course it's a hentai scene, actually, the only one in the entire story, but whatever. You'll get it.
Ch. 3 - The Yummy Underage Chapter
I awoke at the buttcrack of dawn. I wanted to have a little more time with my bedmate before he had to leave. I leaned over and shook the shoulder of the warm body next to mine. "Gohan. Gohan-chan, get up."
"Nnn."
"Gohan!"
"What is it, Piccolo-san?" he asked tiredly.
"It's almost six. Shouldn't you be getting ready for school?" I wait for him to answer. He doesn't. "Gohan!"
"...It's Sunday, Piccolo."
Sunday. Oh. Shit! His mother is going to kill me- Wait, she can't. She's dead. Now I remember. Last night Gohan had come to me. He was upset, of course. Weeping in my arms, he told me how his father and him had come home to find the house completely trashed. Obvious signs of a struggle. They called for Chi-Chi, again and again, but there was no answer. They finally found her body, stashed in the master bedroom's closet. She had a crushed neck- and a snarl on her face.
After telling me this, he grabbed me by the collar and begged me to find her killer, practically screaming it into my face. "Of course." I said quickly. "Of course I'll find out who did this." After asking him the usual questions and changing into a dryer shirt(Gohan had made it disgusting with snot and tears.), I explained to him the procedure. I couldn't go to the house that night; the cops wouldn't let me beyond the driveway. I told him it was very important that the house should be left as it is. After my inspection, I would go to the morgue to see Chi-Chi, then compile a list of all the people who'd like to see her dead. That's going to be one long list. No, not really. I'd only need to include the people who'd actually go through with murder. That elimnates me, heh.
Gohan telepathically contacted his father and told him what I'd said. He had to try several times; Goku was busy concentrating on blowing things up. "Aren't you going home?" I asked.
"No."
And so I comforted him, the best way I knew how, until he came into my hand.
Sunday. I had assumed that I would be doing this alone, but with no school Gohan would insist on helping. More like getting in the way. I growled softly, and stared at the sleeping boy in my bed. Gohan always left before dawn, sneaking back into the Son house just in time for his mother to 'wake' him up. But Gohan had stayed last night- and his father knew.
Does Goku know more than that, would he, could he suspect that Gohan and I are more than just friends? I wonder, two years of Gohan sneaking away, and not once had he been caught. Almost too good to be true. Would he approve? No, even if Goku could handle the thought of Gohan being gay, I don't think he'd be too happy with the thought of me banging his seventeen year old son. He'd flip out even worse if he knew I'd been doing it since the day Gohan turned fifteen. Hey, I'm no child molester. He seduced me first- but that was another story, and another case.
In this case, the stakes were so much higher. I sighed. Goku. He doesn't need to find out, especially at this time. No parent should know what a wanton their child can be. Still, I wasn't sastified. I had to ask.
"Gohan." I shook his shoulder. "Gohan!"
"Nnn! What!"
"Does Goku know?"
"Know...?"
"About us. About last night."
"I told him I would be staying here."
"But does he know-"
"That you instruct me in more ways than one? God, Piccolo. No." He dragged a pillow(His pillow, really, I never used one.) over his head, ending the conversation. I guess he didn't want to talk about it anymore. Whatever. I had to go to the toilet anyway.
When I returned from the 'throne' room I stopped dead in my tracks. I had caught sight of Gohan. Whether it was from me getting up or Gohan kicking them off in his sleep, the sheets were left bunched up at his feet, exposing every wonderful curve of my koi's backside. Even in sleep that yummy ass looked like it was begging to be touched. My boxers all of a sudden felt too tight. So I slipped out of them.
I advanced toward him like a pagan god hungry for his sacrifice.
Gohan was unusually grumpy today. He didn't have his "Pet me, I'm adorable." attitude this morning. Of course, he was still grieving over the loss of his mother. By all rights, I should leave him alone... except that once up I can't go back to sleep. And Gohan did say to start as soon as possible, didn't he? Besides, I know just how to wake him up.
I lightly raked my nails down the side of his legs, then tantalizingly slid my fingers up from his knees toward the inner flesh of his thighs. I was rewarded with a shiver. I then gripped that yummy ass and kneaded up and down. Gohan let out a half-conscious groan. I smirked and ran my forefinger down the crack of his ass, stopping at his 'rosy pucker'. I rubbed it. Gohan parted his thighs and I slid a finger in. I watched the muscles of his back clench as his hands dug into the bed. I was tempted to take him right then and there, but I didn't want to hurt him. By the time I was stretching him with two fingers he was already on his hands and knees, pushing back.
"The little wanton." I thought fondly. He was ready, and I, more than. I moved to mount him. Gohan surprised me by suddenly standing up on the bed. "Gohan." I exclaimed. Gohan turned around and walked toward me. The back of his hand caressed my cheek softly, and then his hand was gripping me, forcing my head back! I stared up at him in amazement.
"Piccolo-san." he murmured. There was some emotion on his face that I couldn't identify, and then he was kissing me, his toungue hot and skillful. My hand slid up that smooth white thigh and tugged downwards. I got my wish. Gohan broke off kissing and slid down. My eyes widened as I felt his penis drag down my body and finally, two pert nipples rest against my chest. Gohan looked at me with watery, vulnerable eyes. "Piccolo-san," my koi asked breathlessly, "do you love me?" He lowered himself onto my wet tip.
I managed back a strangled reply. "Of course."
Gohan rocked a little deeper. "And you'd... do anything for me, right?"
I groaned. "Yes..."
"Promise?"
"Yes! I promise! Anything, just stop torturing me." I pulled him close and plunged deep into that sweet, sweet ass. Gohan threw back his head in ecstasy and cried out my name.
"Piccolo-san!"
Yes, anything I swore. Anything for my Gohan.
He rode me till the very end.
Little did I know, as we lay there among the tumbled sheets, spent and content, that the promise he had bound me to would cost so dearly. Tomorrow would only be the worst and most humiliating experience of my life.
Damn manipulative teen.
The End of Ch. 3.
Ch. 1 - A Very Jealous Saiyan is a Very Bad Thing. veggie brooding over kakkarott and plotting chi-chi's death. veggie pov.
Ch. 2 - Ding Dong, the Witch is Dead. humor. the infamous battle/death scene. veggie left cuz forgot something. put her in closet temporarily but came too late, already discovered.
Ch. 3 - The Yummy Underage Chapter. piccolo pov.
Ch. 4 - Damn Manipulative Teen! humor. gohan drags piccolo to the prom. his excuse? g says the school needs an 'extra' chaperone.
Ch. 5 - Ever See Carrie? but everyone sees that pic's no chaperone by the way they dance. Yes, they dance. kiss. videl freaks out and drops a bowl o' punch on pic. everyone stares as g drags pic to the bathroom. furious. pic turns back on gohan. separate and go home miserable.
Ch. 6 - Hey Now, Hey Now, the Bitch is Back. humor. chi-chi comes back from hell. veggie laughs. no way he can lose. then chi-chi pulls out the guns, her NUCLEAR guns. veggie glowing green. comes crawling back to bulma for cure before sterility sets in.
Ch. 7 - Some Romance and a Fish. sweet reunion scene between goku and chi-chi. infamous piccolo-in-trenchcoat-protecting-gohan-from-rain scene ending. goku knows. whole story inspired by Smoochies pic.
P.S. I don't know about you but everytime I read the phrase 'rosy pucker' it cracks me up. I wish I had a better name for that body part... But I don't think 'wrinkled anal opening' would work too well.