Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Playing Home ❯ Part 30 ( Chapter 30 )

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. I'm not making any money.

Warnings: Yaoi (male x male). Goku/Vegeta.

 

Playing Home

 

by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com), beta-read by RowinaDequina

 

Part 30

 

Kamala sat on a chair silently. From time to time he cast his glance out of the window on the ninth floor and looked at the dark streets, lit only by a few streetlights. He was in Gohan's apartment.

 

Kamala picked up his mug of lime blossom tea, but he had to put it down, because his hand shook so much. He usually drank from this mug. Gohan bought it for him.

 

The Saiyan stared at his steaming tea. He was pregnant. He was sure of that. He had no idea how it happened. - They always used protection.

 

He had not a clue what to do. Actually, what could he do? - Nothing. That was his problem. Gohan was going to be furious when he found out. Kamala felt tears gathering in his throat. It had only just started getting better; these several past months were wonderful. He'd begun to enjoy and savor their relationship, and now he'd fucked everything up.

 

Kamala massaged his temples. He could probably keep it quiet for a while; Gohan didn't have as sharp a nose as a full-blooded Saiyan. But the others would tell him. There was no point in hiding. He had to tell on his own and wait for the reaction.

 

Kamala cringed at the thought. He didn't like shouts and screams. The last time had been horrible, and he didn't even know the guy, cared nothing for him. This time was going to be a disaster. Would Gohan accept the situation or throw him out? What were they to each other? He liked Gohan, maybe even loved him, but how did it all start? - They both needed someone, anyone, a relief. And he wasn't sure about Gohan. Did Gohan still love Vegeta? And he knew that even though Gohan promised him not to, he was still seeing that Dane. Maybe Gohan had more lovers; he didn't know that, and he didn't question Gohan.

 

Kamala startled at the sound of a key inserted in a lock. His breathing hitched. Gohan was back. The sound of the door opening and closing echoed in the rooms.

 

“Kamala?” Gohan entered the kitchen, throwing his keys on the counter.

 

“Hey,” Kamala nodded. Gohan was drunk. He could smell that.

 

“I was sure you'd be sleeping by this time,” Gohan yawned. “Had a nice birthday party today.”

 

“Oh,” Kamala turned his head back to the mug. Gohan was lying. He could smell Dane all over Gohan, both Gohan's and Dane's aroused scents mixing. This time Gohan didn't even take a shower. Not very surprising, though - Gohan had said that he thought he would be sleeping…

 

“Let's go to sleep,” Gohan yawned again.

 

Kamala nodded. He watched Gohan's slowly retreating back. No, he needed to finally wake up - this had had lasted way too long.

 

Kamala waited until he heard the bed creak. Waited five minutes until Gohan fell asleep, then went into the bedroom, picked his few belongings up, threw them into a plastic bag and left the flat.

 

One hour later he was standing at Raaven's door; he had nowhere else to go.

 

Raaven let him in and didn't ask anything. He could probably see that he didn't want to talk. His ex silently let him in and showed him to the room he lived in before.

 

XXXXX

 

Raaven watched a sleeping Kamala: Kamala was lying on his stomach, one hand pushed underneath the pillow, another beside his head, tail limply drooping from the bed with the puffy tip reaching the floor.

 

Gohan had called in the morning and asked if he had seen Kamala. He said he hadn't. He wasn't sure if he'd done the right thing, but if Kamala was here, something serious must have happened. Raaven knew if Gohan started to look for Kamala seriously, he'd find him by his ki; Kamala still wasn't used to suppressing it.

 

Raaven silently shut the door, letting Kamala sleep. When Kamala was ready, he'd start talking on his own. He'd better let things settle down in Kamala's mind.

 

They were having dinner several days later.

 

“What happened?” Raaven asked Kamala when they were sitting at the table. Kamala was still keeping silent, and Raaven's patience was wearing thin.

 

Kamala's eyes lowered to Karela on his lap. “Nothing,” he shrugged. He ruffled his son's dark hair. “We are too different.”

 

Raaven sipped his tea, not letting his eyes drop from Kamala. “He called early in the morning that day. He also called yesterday. And he called today. I suppose you didn't tell him about those differences you found?”

 

Kamala gazed at him then shook his head. “It's over. I'm not going back.”

 

“What did he do, Kamala?” Raaven asked, putting his mug down.

 

“Nothing.” Kamala shook his head. He smiled at his son who had begun to suck on his own tiny tail.

 

Raaven supported his chin with his palm. He gazed at Kamala for some time then lowered his head to look at Karela. He smiled at his son, but the words were meant for Kamala: “Alright, you can stay here as long as you like; you know that.”

 

And they went back to normal after that, to how they used to live before: Kamala was hunting, training or playing with Karela. Raaven was worried. Kamala was silent; he hardly spoke at all. And Kamala's nightmares had returned. More than once he'd woken up during the night hearing Kamala scream. After three or so weeks Kamala's sickness started, and at that point Raaven became suspicious.

 

“Are you pregnant?” he asked Kamala while they were sitting in the living-room and watching Karela play with a rubber duck.

 

Kamala startled. “Please, don't tell anyone…”

 

“Gods…” Raaven closed his eyes. “Did Gohan turn you down? But he has been trying to contact you all this month… I don't understand…” He opened his eyes to look at Kamala.

 

Kamala fidgeted with his gi. “I didn't tell him. I just… I don't want him to know.”

 

Raaven sighed. “You can't hide something like that - he has to know. Besides, he'll find out sooner or later. But why don't you want to tell?”

 

Kamala shook his head. “I don't want any shouting. It will be horrible.”

 

“You think he'll be angry? But he wants children. Actually he's as obsessed with them as his father is…” Raaven looked at him.

 

“No, you don't understand.” Kamala rubbed his forehead. “He's trying for kids with that Dane. Or maybe with another one. I don't know. I only know that I found documents with test results. Compatibility with Humans or something… I'm not an expert…”

 

Raaven stared at Kamala. “Dane? Another one?” he was shocked. “How many lovers does Gohan have?”

 

“I didn't ask.”

 

Raaven bristled. “Why the fuck did you stay with him at all?” he hissed. “Are you completely mad?! Why the hell do you need him if he fucks everyone in his way?!” He fell silent then - he knew why Kamala did that, anyway. “Gods, Kamala, what now?”

 

“I don't know. I thought about leaving. If they really managed to clone Ahrae… But I don't want to leave Karela or you. I just…” Kamala slumped in his chair, defeated.

 

Raaven combed through his short hair with his fingers, sighing. “Kamala, you know that if only you asked, I'd go with you. You don't need to worry about that. We could simply move out somewhere else. I mean that we just need to encapsulate the house, and that's all… They won't follow us.”

 

Kamala nodded. “Yes, please. Could we move out now?” He looked pleadingly at Raaven. “But what about Andrew?”

 

Raaven watched him for some time. “He'd go with us,” he finally nodded. “I won't leave him behind. And I'll tell Piccolo that we are moving out and that we don't want to keep in contact.” He hesitated a moment. “But you should tell Gohan… It's, well…you should.”

 

“He doesn't want it. It would only be a nuisance. If he's trying for a child with them… Do you realize how angry he'll be? Do you remember what happened last time?”

 

Raaven shook his head, disagreeing. “You can't compare Gohan to him. That psycho…” He just shook his head again. “Kamala, stop it. You'll tell him. But first you'll tell Prince Vegeta - you'll have his protection like that. He's pregnant now, but if Gohan tries something, Kakarott will simply smack him a few times.”

 

“No, I can't risk it.”

 

“Kamala, why did you live with him if you don't trust him a bit?” Raaven rubbed his forehead then leaned in his chair. He sighed. “It's okay. We will go to Prince Vegeta tomorrow, and then we'll see. If you don't want to talk with Gohan, Prince Vegeta or Kakarott will speak to him. It doesn't really matter.”

 

“And what if he comes?” Kamala closed his eyes.

 

“He probably won't. If everything is as you say, he won't even be interested in the child. And if he does come, you'll only need to raise your ki, and they'll know that you need help.”

 

Kamala watched his son for some time. “Thank you.” He raised his head to look at Raaven. At least he had one person he could trust in all cases.

 

“It's alright. Now go to sleep,” Raaven leaned to take Karela from Kamala. “I know you hardly slept all this month.”

 

XXXXX

 

He was going crazy. Kamala wasn't saying what was wrong, wasn't answering his calls, messages. And after he tried to see him, Raaven told him that Kamala was sick and didn't want to see him.

 

Bullshit.

 

Why did Kamala behave like that? Did Kamala get angry because of a few glasses of whisky? But that couldn't be it - Kamala had never said anything before. In reality, he did manage to find plenty of reasons why Kamala had left. Maybe it was because he had tried to talk Kamala into having an operation to solve his problem. They had argued about this for several days. But that didn't sound serious.

 

Okay, maybe he wasn't perfect, but why would Kamala leave without a word?!

 

Gohan jerked on his sofa as his father appeared against him.

 

“Will you just stop doing that?” Gohan muttered.

 

Goku looked seriously at Gohan. “You'd better come with me. And now,” he said to his surprised son.

 

They ITed to Goku and Vegeta's house.

 

Vegeta was sitting in his chair, his arms crossed against his chest. Goku went to stand at his mate's side.

 

Gohan felt something bad approaching - both Saiyans didn't seem to be happy. Finally Vegeta shifted in his seat. He brushed over his gravity denying hair.

 

“Kamala is pregnant,” he said. “He and Raaven are moving out. They don't want to keep any contact.” Vegeta leaned forward, his anger finally winning. “You fucking what?! - Raped him to get him pregnant?!”

 

Gohan just stared Vegeta in the face. “Wh-what? He's pregnant? But…”

 

Goku watched his son. “You didn't know?” But he could hardly control the anger wafting from Vegeta. Vegeta was used to it; he, on the other hand…

 

“No…” Gohan looked around for somewhere to sit down, then staggered to the sofa and dropped onto it.

 

“I suggest you tell your version, because I really don't like what I've heard up until now,” Vegeta said.

 

Gohan massaged his temples. He groaned. “I woke up, and he was gone. He just left. With no explanation, nothing. I tried to see him, to ask what was wrong, but he didn't want to see me. All this cursed month I didn't know what to think. And now I find out that he's pregnant…” Gohan shook his head. “I just don't understand. He seemed to be happy… I have no idea…”

 

“Okay, so now we have two versions: he either thinks you don't want the child, or the child isn't yours at all,” Vegeta said.

 

Gohan was silent. “The child is mine,” he muttered then.

 

“You'd better sort this out.” Goku glared at his son. “My grandchild isn't going to grow up without a father.”

 

Gohan snorted, but then shut his mouth; this wasn't the time to bring Goten into it. But he saw that Goku understood what he wanted to say; Goku's eyes narrowed at him.

 

Gohan sighed. “I have to see him.”

 

“Yes, and to get mated by Friday,” Goku said.

 

“Kakarott, you can't order people to mate.” Vegeta frowned at Goku. “But I can.” He glared at Gohan. “You two morons mate!” he hissed. “And I don't care if he doesn't want to. He's pregnant with your child!”

 

Gohan crossed his arms. “Don't tell me what to do.” He looked calmly at Vegeta. “I don't accept your leadership, and if you try to order me around, we'll solve this after you give birth.” He turned to his father who was now baring his canines at him. “Oh, stop it. First you get me here and shout at me, not even knowing the facts, and then expect me to obey. I'm old enough to do what I think is necessary. And whatever I do, I'll do it because I decided that and not because you two told me to.

 

“Will you IT me to him, or do I have to find him on my own?” Gohan asked.

 

First Goku glared at him, but then approached and put his hand on his shoulder. “They are suppressing their ki, but I can feel Karela.”

 

“That will do,” Gohan nodded.

 

Kamala gasped and almost let go of the plate he had been holding. His eyes quickly flicked from Goku to Gohan. “What do you want?” He quickly put the plate away. He reached Karela who was seated on the chair. “Raaven!” he shouted.

 

Gohan saw Kamala grab Karela, and Kamala moved away from them. It hurt. “Kamala, what happened?” Gohan grit his teeth, seeing Kamala's relief as Raaven pushed past Goku and him to stand at Kamala's side. Raaven. He wasn't sure, but perhaps it was Raaven who had “advised” Kamala to escape; he had always known that Raaven still harbored strong feelings for Kamala.

 

“Why are you running away?” Gohan asked Kamala.

 

“What do you want here?” Raaven moved even closer to Kamala to stand protectively against him.

 

“I'm not talking to you!” Gohan hissed at Raaven.

 

“Gohan, calm down,” Goku said; Gohan was scaring them.

 

“Fuck calm!” Gohan hissed again. “I want to know what's going on!” He moved to Kamala, but stopped as Kamala's back flattened against the wall behind him.

 

Raaven hit him. Hard. Sent him sprawling away from Kamala. And his father didn't do anything. Just stood there, watching.

 

“Stop shouting, Gohan.” Goku bared his canines at his son. “Talk. Reasonably.”

 

Gohan growled. But he realized that this way he wasn't going to achieve anything - Kamala seemed to be scared to death, and Raaven was growling threateningly.

 

“Calm down.” Gohan slowly stood up, looking at Kamala. “I'm not going to hurt you.” This was ridiculous - how could Kamala even think he would attack him, especially now, when he was pregnant?! “Just sit down,” he motioned to a chair, “and we'll talk about this.”

 

Gohan sat down himself as Kamala didn't move. He noticed Kamala jump at a sound of the chair scratching the floor. He simply couldn't believe it. How did it come to this?!

 

“Why are you afraid of me?” Gohan asked.

 

“Please, just go away.” Kamala squeezed Karela to his chest. “I didn't want it. It just happened. You won't ever see me again. I promise.”

 

Gohan gazed at Kamala for some time then sighed heavily. “I don't know why you think that's what I want but I'm not letting you go. This is my child. Whether you like it or not, I'm going to be around…” He brushed over his cold face. “Kamala, please, don't leave me… What did I do to you? I thought everything was fine…”

 

“You bastard!” Raaven erupted. “You call sleeping with half of the city `fine'? He's not a whore you can fuck and then leave whenever you want! I have no idea how he managed to put up with that shit for so long, but it isn't going to happen anymore! And he will keep the baby!”

 

Gohan stared at Raaven. His first thought was that Raaven told that bullshit to Kamala, and then Kamala decided to leave him. Raaven was going to regret it if that was true. And badly.

 

“I love Kamala, you…grr…!” he hissed, stopping himself before he could say what he thought of Raaven. “I don't know what shit you are talking about here but it won't work! And yes, you can be sure that he'll keep that child!” he hissed at Raaven. Then he grew a bit unsure as Raaven's face became one big surprise.

 

“So you want the baby?” Raaven asked, looking at Gohan then at Kamala and then again turning back to look at Gohan.

 

“Of course I want the damn baby!”

 

“Oh…”

 

Gohan looked at Raaven's heated up face.

 

“Oh…” Raaven repeated. “Alright… So…” He looked at Kamala. “Then I suppose you wouldn't be against Gohan visiting the child…”

 

“Visiting?” Gohan snorted. “My son is going to live with me!”

 

“Fuck you!” Kamala spat. Those were the first words he said since Raaven and Gohan started talking. “Neither my son nor I will ever live with you! I'm not going to live in your fucking harem together with that Dane and others! My child is not going to have the life I had! And I have the protection of Prince Vegeta; you can't force me!”

 

Gohan stared at Kamala in disbelief. He rubbed his forehead then broke into a hysterical laughter. “So that is what this is all about…” He looked at Kamala then shook his head and laughed again. “Kamala, I love you. I want to mate with you. What lovers are you talking about? I stopped seeing Dane like I promised. I don't know what you are talking about.”

 

Raaven's eyes widened.

 

“Stop lying!” Kamala's eyes flashed. “Do you think I'm a complete idiot?”

 

“I'm telling you: I'm not sleeping with Dane!”

 

Kamala growled in anger. “No, of course you're not. - You just fuck occasionally!”

 

“Kamala, stop it!” Gohan rubbed his left eye in frustration; damn, Raaven's right was heavy! “Why do you think that?”

 

“You fucking stink with him all the time! Last time you didn't even bother to wash! Or maybe I should show you the papers that I found in your drawer? How long have you been trying with him, eh? What a pity, ne?” Kamala hissed.

 

Gohan's brows rose. He blinked, and then everything fell into place. “Kamala, you are an idiot.” Gohan sighed. “Dane is just a friend. You don't have to tell me when you and Raaven have a picnic or something. Of course you can smell his scent on me, like I can smell Raaven's on you. Did I ever accuse you of cheating? And the last time, it was his damn birthday, so we had a few drinks and went to a strip club. And you smelled that we liked it there. But that was it, nothing more.”

 

“What papers is he talking about?” Goku asked. Damn, this was taking long - he had promised to take Vegeta out to the lake with him.

 

“If I'm guessing right… Come,” he beckoned Kamala. “Can you IT us to my flat?” he asked Goku. “Gods.” He rolled his eyes at Kamala, who was hesitating. “I'm not going to hurt you, you silly thing.”

 

“These are the ones you saw?” Gohan held out the papers from his drawer as soon as they appeared in his apartment. “Then read all of them, and not just the first two pages,” he said after Kamala nodded.

 

Gohan sat down on the sofa while Goku and Kamala flicked over the pages. “See? It's everything. Not only Humans.” He saw Kamala's hand with the papers lower. “Gods, did you really think all that about me?”

 

Kamala silently nodded. He put the papers back on the desk. He felt, like Gohan had said, like a complete idiot. He needed to sit down.

 

“Kamala!” Gohan grabbed the other man as he swayed dangerously.

 

`You two mate!' Goku mouthed to Gohan before ITing away.

 

Kamala gazed at Gohan's face above him. He had fucked everything up. Gohan said he loved him. Gohan said he had wanted to mate him. And what now?

 

“Kamala,” Gohan brushed Kamala's hair behind his ear, “do you love me?” Although he knew Kamala did - the man had lived with him even when he thought he had plenty of lovers.

 

“Y-yes,” Kamala nodded, uneasy, a wave of dizziness still washing over his body.

 

Gohan put his forehead to Kamala's, his arm around Kamala's waist tightening. He was delighted to hear that. “In that case, let's just forget this.” He kissed Kamala's brow.

 

“I…I don't know…” Kamala shifted away from Gohan then sat down onto the sofa.

 

Gohan inwardly groaned. “Kamala, there's nothing to think about…” He approached the other man and raised his chin to look into dark eyes shimmering with tears. “I love you, Kamala. I don't understand how you could think that about me… I'd never hurt you…”

 

Kamala closed his eyes, not protesting as Gohan sat down behind him and drew him with his back to his chest and embraced.

 

“I suppose that you expect abuse everywhere; Vegeta was pretty much the same when he came to live here. But it's not like that - the friends you have here won't take advantage of you. It's the same as with Raaven. We don't mean any harm to you; you can trust us.” He sighed. “Why did you get so afraid? I have never said anything against children…” Gohan felt Kamala stiffen then Kamala tried to get up. Gohan held him down. “Kamala, talk to me. This is the only way to solve this.”

 

Kamala lowered his head. “I've been pregnant before,” he said after a long pause. “I didn't know that the race was compatible with ours, but that probably wouldn't have changed anything. I told him. He beat me, and I was sent to some quack and was forced to have a primitive abortion.”

 

Gohan gazed at Kamala's lowered head, his clenching and unclenching fists. That was why Kamala had been afraid of his reaction....

 

“That's why I have those pains,” Kamala muttered after a pause. “Something didn't heal correctly, and the scar tissue is blocking the way.”

 

Gohan was silent for some time. He knew he had to end this once and for all. “Forget all that, sweetheart.” He put his head on Kamala's shoulder. “Those days are gone. Forget it. We are together now.”

 

XXXXX

 

He observed his naked frame in the mirror. The sight made him frown. Each day it was getting worse. No wonder Kakarott avoided him. He'd gladly avoid himself, too…

 

Vegeta's hands slid over his stomach while he was looking at his reflection in the mirror. He looked awful. The skin on his stomach looked strained… For fuck's sake, who was he kidding? - He looked like a drum or a balloon!

 

And his chest… What the fuck was that?! He was some male-female hybrid! Okay, he knew it would happen. And he thought he was quite prepared for it but hell… His chest tingled all the time… He didn't want any more appendages on him!

 

Vegeta growled at the mirror and smashed it with his fist. He picked his shirt up and hid that awful sight. He didn't want Kakarott to see him like that. Gods, neither he nor Kakarott was obsessed with looks, but this…

 

XXXXX

 

Something had changed. He had been feeling that gathering and accumulating in the air for quite some time now. He wasn't very sure what it was, but it was definitely nothing good. And today, when he saw Vegeta, it was as tangible as ever. The prince grunted something in greeting and scurried away.

 

Goku smelled his armpits. Nothing. He had actually taken a shower before coming back from a spar with Gohan.

 

Goku followed Vegeta into the kitchen. He could feel that Vegeta was distressed and quite angry. Vegeta had learned how to block most of his feelings, but he still wasn't good at this.

 

“Vegeta, is there something wrong with you or the baby?” Goku reached out to his mate's stomach to feel the baby's ki. He was surprised when Vegeta recoiled from his hand as if it were a snake.

 

Goku watched Vegeta closely for several seconds, then simply grabbed him to feel the ki inside him.

 

“Everything seems to be fine…” he muttered after letting go of his thrashing mate. He watched Vegeta pull his shirt down onto his round stomach. “What the hell is going on?”

 

Vegeta just glared at him and left the kitchen. As if. After a second Goku caught up with his mate. “Vegeta, we've talked about this before - I can't do anything if I don't know what's wrong.”

 

“Everything is fine!” Vegeta spat. He smacked Goku's hand away when he tried to stop him. “Don't fucking touch me!”

 

Goku gritted his teeth. Then his eyes widened. “Don't tell me…” Goku groaned. “Gods… Not again…” He frowned after Vegeta raced upstairs. “Stop that!”

 

Vegeta crossed his arms after Goku followed him into the bedroom. Goku leaned on the wall.

 

“Now tell me, is it because of this? - Are you afraid that I won't like your body?” Goku asked.

 

“I'm not afraid!”

 

“I see…” Goku sighed. He knew it was because of that. Vegeta had always been afraid of that. But then why had the fear been triggered so suddenly? Did he say something? Did he do something that Vegeta interpreted as reluctance?

 

“Gods… Vegeta…” Goku sighed after he suddenly remembered. “I was sick. I ate all those oysters… I didn't know you put them in the pizza… Nobody puts them there… I really had been sick…”

 

Vegeta didn't say anything but didn't deny any of it either. “And that other time?” he asked after a minute of silence.

 

“What other time?” Goku sighed.

 

“In the kitchen. This morning.”

 

Goku's browns furrowed as he tried to remember. “Oh…” he chuckled. “I wanted to feed you first. After sex you just shut down. I didn't want you walking around all day hungry… Hey, c'mon, it's true…” He shook his head after Vegeta watched him with clear hesitation on his face.

 

Goku sighed again after Vegeta didn't say anything. But he could see that Vegeta had visibly relaxed. “Is it so bad?” he asked.

 

Vegeta nodded. “Lately I'm going crazy.”

 

“You should have just told me instead of…” Goku approached Vegeta. “If only you would talk. Why aren't you talking to me? Just tell me what's wrong. I understand that you feel vulnerable; Bulma said that the overflow of hormones will… Simply talk to me.”

 

“I don't feel vulnerable!”

 

Goku rolled his eyes. “C'mon.” He suddenly swept Vegeta off his feet. “Tomorrow we'll go the lake. We'll get some dry wood, make a fire, sit side by side, eat and talk.”

 

Vegeta didn't say anything, but his tail swished excitedly behind his back.

 

XXXXX

 

The house was dark. But as the night was clear enough, Gohan decided not to light the lights; it seemed that Raaven and Karela were sleeping.

 

Gohan passed the corridor and wanted to start climbing up the stairs, but then heard some strange noises coming from one of the rooms downstairs. The noises were very suspicious…

 

Gohan's foot returned from the first step back to the floor. He silently sneaked down the corridor, back to the room he had just passed. The door was open. Gohan slowly stuck his head into the room.

 

That what he saw…ohh… Two black heads together, kissing, letting out those cruel-delicious noises… What he saw… For a moment he wasn't even there - disbelief, anger and hurt robbing him of his mind… But when he came back…he saw red then. He just grabbed the first bunch of black hair into his fist and tore into him.

 

Raaven's eyes became three times their size. In shock, he watched Gohan, who for some reason, was Super Saiyan. Gohan seemed on the verge of tearing his lover up. But before he could have thrown himself at Gohan…

 

Raaven stared at Andrew who had just sent Gohan through the wall and outside into the yard. Then Andrew slowly walked over to the hole, climbed over the rubble and went to the other side of the wall.

 

“What's going on?!” Kamala hastily appeared from the corridor. “Gods…” He stared at the hole in the wall. “What the…?” He ran to the hole and jumped through it.

 

Raaven followed his ex-mate. He was still shocked after seeing Andrew send Gohan through the wall. Outside he saw Andrew standing by Gohan. Andrew had his hands in the pockets of his jeans, and Gohan was just staring at him.

 

“Seventeen?” Gohan stammered after his head finally cleared from the jealous rage.

 

“Yeah?” Seventeen quirked his right brow.

 

Gohan wasn't even sure what he wanted to say. He stared at Seventeen in the dark of the moon, watching his black-blue shoulder-length hair fly in the light wind. “Eh… What are you doing here?” Gohan finally asked.

 

Seventeen gave him an indifferent look then shrugged. Seventeen turned his back to Gohan and went to Raaven. “That's not your business, kid,” he threw over his shoulder.

 

“You two know each other…?” Raaven looked questioningly at Andrew and Gohan. “Why did he call you “Seventeen”?” He looked at Andrew.

 

Seventeen brushed his hair behind his ear. “It's my name. The number, to be exact. But I prefer “Andrew”…” he shrugged.

 

Confused, Raaven and Kamala looked at Gohan for an explanation.

 

Gohan chuckled. He dusted his clothes off. “”Andrew”?” he chuckled again. Then he walked over to the other three men. “Seventeen is an android,” he said then. He wasn't entirely sure if he did the right thing by saying that to Raaven, but he thought that Seventeen should have already told him that himself. “He has a sister, Eighteen.”

 

“Krillin's wife?!” Kamala blinked while looking at Seventeen wide-eyed. He suddenly realized that Seventeen was twice as strong as he and Raaven put together. Another thing he realized was that they both were damn lucky that Andrew/Seventeen was after Raaven's tail and not after their scalps...

 

“”Andrew”?.. “Android”?... Now I get it…” Raaven sighed. Suddenly he smacked Seventeen on his head. “C'mon, sweetheart.” He dragged a scowling but unresisting Seventeen after him through the hole and back into the house. “You have some explaining to do…”

 

Gohan and Kamala were left staring at the hole.

 

“He didn't seem upset…” Gohan concluded finally.

 

“No, he didn't…” Kamala agreed.

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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