Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Education Arc ❯ Gentle Instruction ( Chapter 1 )

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GxBlue yaoi, GxV shounen-ai, inexcusable silliness and a lot of blushing. A few years after the Cell Games, Goku takes a jaunt down to Hell to visit his dead brother and bumps into an old friend. Frightening things ensue. Forgive me.

Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Comedy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 12.10.2004 | Updated On: 07.12.2008 | Pages: 14 | Words: 11.8K | Visits: 1.9K | Status: Completed

Gentle Instruction

by GutterBall

gutterballgt@hotmail.com

R-ish

Warnings: GxBlue yaoi, GxV shounen-ai, inexcusable silliness and a lot of blushing

Disclaimer: I own neither Dragonball, Dragonball Z, nor the characters therein. No profit is intended. I blame this fiasco entirely on Orchideater, who deviously decided to test my writing prowess by suggesting this travesty. Mwahah.

Summary: This is the first of a three-part series called The Education Arc. A few years after the Cell Games, Goku takes a jaunt down to Hell to visit his dead brother and bumps into an old friend. Frightening things ensue. Forgive me.

GENTLE INSTRUCTION

"You!"

Goku paused, cocking his head at the vaguely familiar voice. He turned to search the bizarre scenery for the speaker, then grinned as he found a familiar face to match the voice.

"Hey! It's...you!"

Scratching the back of his head sheepishly, he tried to remember the blonde fellow's name, coming up short. All he could remember was that the man had been really important in the Red Ribbon Army, which put him just far enough in the past to forget the details.

"You...you little...!" The man stomped forward, pointing an almost accusatory finger right at Goku. "You...!"

Confused, he chuckled nervously, still scratching his head. "Yeah, it's me."

Face red and icy blue eyes flashing, the man sputtered, then finally finished whatever he'd started to say. "You...you sent me here!"

"Did I?" His nervous grin fell. "Wow, I sure didn't mean to do that, mister."

"General!"

Again sheepish, Goku nodded and put up his hands. "General! That's what I meant."

"You damn a man to Hell for all eternity, and you don't even remember his name!?"

The poor fellow seemed about to blow his top, so Goku tried to calm him down. "Sure, I know your name! It's General...Green?"

"Blue!"

"Blue! That's it!" Sighing, he grinned. "Whew, that's a relief."

The general's face turned an astonishing shade of red, then paled suddenly. "Wait a minute. You...you're...."

He gestured vaguely, then lifted his hand over his own head, indicating height.

"All grown up?" Goku supplied, smiling helpfully.

"How long has it been?"

The poor guy looked devastated, and Goku's smile wavered. He put his hand to the back of his head again. "Not so long, Blue. Just...errr...fifteen?...twenty years? More or less?" Blushing, he shrugged. "I'm not so good with time."

Paling further, the general sat down hard, raising a puff of red dirt with the force of it. "Twenty years? I...had no idea...."

Squatting, Goku cocked his head. "It may not have been that long."

A soft sound. It could have been a grunt or a small laugh. "It's long enough that even you have forgotten me."

"Aw, c'mon." He rested his elbows on his knees, his hands dangling between his thighs. "I recognized you right off. I'm just not so good with names, either. Vegeta yells at me all the time for not calling him Oujisama."

Dazed blue eyes stared back at him for a moment before the general shook his head and huffed a snort. "You haven't changed much, kid."

Somehow, that didn't seem like a compliment, but Goku smiled anyway. "Oh, I've changed lots! You just can't see it right away. I'm way stronger now."

Rolling his eyes, the general pushed to his feet and brushed prissily at his pants. The gesture made Goku smile. If he remembered correctly, this guy really didn't like being dirty. He was almost as bad as a girl when it came to a little muck.

"You were a demon child back then. I don't even want to think how insanely strong you might be now." Those icy blue eyes narrowed, sweeping Goku from boots to spikes as he stood. "You certainly have grown up, kid."

A little nervous all of a sudden, Goku grinned reflexively and scratched at his head. "Um, can you call me Goku? 'Kid' kinda makes me feel...well, like a kid."

"Hn." The general's eyes swept over him again, a strange little grin quirking his lips. "If I remember correctly, you used to be one of the good guys...Goku."

Something about the way the man drew out his name made Goku shift, feeling awkward and a little embarrassed. Forcing another grin, he chuckled weakly.

"Still am. In fact, I just died recently to save the Earth." He paused, then shrugged. "Again. It's become something of a habit."

Flicking a glance up at the halo over Goku's head, the general nodded, raising an eyebrow. "Then what are you doing down here?"

It seemed a safe enough question, but Goku still felt...awkward. "I kinda...you know...hit a lull in my training Up There, and I thought I'd see if my brother was still around Down Here." He found a grin at the thought and felt a little less nervous. "He's a saiyan, like me, and I bet he'd be great to spar with!"

The general -- Blue, his name was Blue -- frowned, cocking his head to one side. "You have a brother? What would any relative of yours be doing down here?"

Chuckling sheepishly, Goku again put a hand to the back of his head, feeling about twelve years old. Even Vegeta didn't make him feel this childish.

"Well, that's kind of a long story. I'll tell you if you want, but I don't know how long it'll take. I tend to get a little off track during long stories."

With another odd little smile that made him feel more awkward than ever, the...Blue stepped forward and took him by the arm, blinking a lot. For a moment, Goku wondered if the poor guy had something in his eye on top of being stuck in Hell for well over a decade, but Blue's next words wiped the thought away.

"You know, seeing as we go way back, Goku," the general said, again drawing out his name, "I suppose it would only be right to help you find your brother. I know my way around, and you have been awfully...kind."

A blush crept up his neck and into his cheeks without his permission, and he cleared his throat nervously. "That's...err...awfully nice of you, Blue. Do you know where Raditz is?"

Blue shrugged, sliding his hand down the inside of Goku's bicep and resting his fingers in the crook of his elbow. "Can't say that I do, but I know a few people we can ask. Shall we?"

Wondering briefly if he should decline, Goku hesitated. The fingers clasping his arm made him feel...funny...but Blue seemed awfully helpful, and he really didn't know where to even start looking for Raditz....

"Okay, then. Lead the way."

* * *

"I assume your brother is a fighter, like you?"

"Hm? Oh...uh, yeah."

Blue kept creeping closer as they walked, pressing against Goku's side and generally making him uncomfortable. To be honest, he hadn't met anyone this clingy since ChiChi.

"Perfect. I'll take you to the Hall of Dishonored Warriors. Perhaps someone there will know him."

"Err...thanks."

"Hey, Blue!"

They both turned toward this new voice, and Blue's grip on Goku's elbow tightened.

"Oh. Hello, White."

A rather short fellow, also vaguely familiar, waddled over, and Goku couldn't help a frown at the smug, self-satisfied look on the little guy's face. Vegeta usually wore that look just before launching into a long dissertation on exactly why "Kakarot" was an idiot.

"Well, well, Blue. Another conquest? This one is...quite the strapping lad."

The grip on his elbow tightened further, and when Goku glanced at his guide's face, he found it pale and hard, not nearly as nice as it had been a moment ago.

"I realize the view from down there is hazy, White, but even you shouldn't be able to miss that this strapping lad isn't exactly from around here."

That sounded like an insult, but Goku kept his mouth shut. Something about the exchange made him feel almost as uncomfortable as Blue's clinginess.

"As if that's ever stopped you, Blue." The little guy's tone was curt, his face flaring red. "You'd boink anything, so long as it had a little something between the legs!"

Now, Goku knew he wasn't the quickest thinker in the world, but he felt almost light-headed as he suddenly realized something that should have been obvious from the first moment he'd met General Blue those countless years before. And, on the heels of the blinding revelation, he blushed so deeply he worried about the flammability of his clothes.

Luckily, the other men on the scene were too busy glaring murder at each other to notice.

"At least I have to kneel down to see what's between someone's legs, White!"

"Ha! If that was supposed to be an insult, you greatly missed the mark."

A hard laugh. "Only because it sailed way over your head!"

"Why you...you freak!"

"Midget!"

"Panty-waist!"

"Thigh-high!"

"Um, guys?"

Two sets of seething, angry eyes fixed on Goku's blushing face. He was actually grateful that he paled under the attention and hoped neither antagonist had noticed the prior blush.

"I...kinda have business down here. Can you do this later?"

"So eager to have this pansy all to yourself, big boy?"

His embarrassment faded under a rush of annoyance. He sort of had to put up with that kind of arrogance from Vegeta, but not from anyone else. Narrowing his eyes and drawing on his battle-glare, he put his hand over Blue's on his arm and quirked a not-so-nice smirk.

"Jealous, little man?"

Blue startled beside him, but Goku merely widened his smirk.

"Shall we, Blue?"

Regaining his composure, Blue nodded and softened, smiling up into Goku's eyes. "Of course, Goku. We have...business to attend to."

Without another word to the steaming, sputtering little man, Goku turned and walked away, pulling Blue along with him.

* * *

"You didn't have to do that."

Goku shrugged, taking his hand back, though he allowed Blue to keep his grip on his elbow. "I know. He...got on my bad side." Feeling a little sheepish, he raised his free hand to the back of his head. "That's pretty hard to do, actually."

"I should know." Blue quirked a wry grin. "Here you are, defending my honor, when I did my noble best to destroy you and everything you knew."

Another shrug. "I don't hold grudges very well."

"Good thing."

They walked in silence for a moment, Goku working something over in his mind. He'd never been particularly tactful, but after his startling realization and the little guy's insulting comments, he didn't want to just blurt his...request...for fear of offending.

"Umm...Blue?"

"Yes?"

Swallowing hard, he tiptoed into the subject he wanted to explore. "You're...uh...you like...errr...."

He blushed again, even his nose feeling hot, and Blue sighed.

"Yes, Goku. White was telling the truth. I...prefer gentlemanly company."

Actually sweating with the intensity of his blush, Goku tried to get his mouth to work right.

"I understand, Goku. I'll just direct you to the Hall and let you on your way."

Blue started to relinquish his grip, but Goku's hand shot out to clasp his fingers, his arm bending to keep the general close.

"No."

Beyond blushing at this point, he could only wrinkle his nose and try to explain without making a worse fool of himself. He could almost hear Vegeta laughing.

"It's not that. I...errr...have a...question, I guess."

Blue cocked his head to one side, a curious look in his eyes. "By all means, ask."

Squinting one eye shut and wishing he dared let go of Blue's hand just long enough to scratch the back of his head, he took a deep breath and tried to make sense.

"Umm...how do you...well...you know...."

Blue paused, icy blue eyes widening, grip tightening. "Are you asking me how two men have sex?"

Miserable heat suffused his face, but he nodded jerkily. Raising an eyebrow, Blue tilted his head to one side and studied him carefully, pressing closer.

"Why do you ask, Goku?"

A finger traced down his chest, and he nearly choked on his embarrassment. "I...umm...have this friend...you know...."

Sighing, Blue stepped back a bit, putting a little air between them. "I see."

He'd said something wrong. Even unable to string more than two words together at a time, he'd said something wrong.

"No! That's...that's not what I meant!" Frowning, he shook his head. "Vegeta always says I can't spit out three words without messing up two."

Blue stilled, raising an eyebrow. "You know, that's the second time I've heard that name."

Squinting one eye shut, he groaned. "That's what I'm trying to tell you! I have this...friend...that I...wouldn't mind...you know...."

A frown creased Blue's forehead for a moment, and Goku wondered if he should just shut his mouth before offending his newish friend again. Just as he started to word his apology, Blue's eyes lit up, that strange little smile quirking his lips.

"I think I understand, Goku. You want to know how to...have sex with this Vegeta fellow?"

Relief warred with painful, acute embarrassment. Speechless with the battle, he barely managed a nod. A truly frightening smile spread across the general's face, and Goku fought against the urge to give up and run away.

"Such things cannot be...explained, Goku."

A flare of disappointment so sharp and sudden it was painful stabbed through him, his embarrassment washing out of him, his shoulders slumping.

"I'll have to show you."

His head jerked up, eyes wide. "You what?!"

Icy blue eyes sparkled with...with something he couldn't honestly call happiness as Blue stepped close again, pressing against him from thigh to chest.

"I'm an excellent teacher, Goku. I'll show you everything you need to know to get your Vegeta." That frightening smile tilted to one side, blue eyes narrowing. "I love a good, strong top."

"T-t-top?"

"I assume that's where you want to be, since it sounds as if you'll be doing the chasing."

Oh, Vegeta would kill him if he knew! He'd kill him for even thinking this way! But...but the idea of knowing exactly what to do if, by some miracle, the situation arose....

"I...I...." He trailed off, unable to vocalize his thoughts. Oh, how Vegeta would laugh. Right before he took his head off. "Show me."

The smile became absolutely predatory, but it didn't bother him so much this time. "My pleasure."

* * *

General Blue didn't have Vegeta's physique, but he was quite handsome in his own way. Goku vaguely remembered that Blue had been pretty strong back when he was alive, so he shouldn't have to worry too much about hurting the man. For a moment, he wondered if this constituted cheating, but he pushed it away.

It wasn't as if he actually had Vegeta in the first place.

And ChiChi didn't count. He didn't know human law very well, but he remembed something about "until death do us part" from the wedding. He was pretty sure that meant they weren't married anymore, which was something of a relief.

"Tell me about your Vegeta, Goku."

Blushing, Goku wondered how he was supposed to talk about Vegeta while watching Blue take off his clothes, fussily folding each piece and stacking them neatly.

"He's...errr...the prince of all of us saiyans -- the Saiyajin no Ouji, in our language."

"Saiyans, like you and your brother?"

He blushed further as Blue stepped closer, naked as the day he was born, and began removing Goku's clothes for him.

"Uh...yeah. Vegeta's our Ouji, so he's really arrogant and smart. But he doesn't seem very happy. It's really hard to make him laugh without doing something dumb."

Blue's fingers tugged at the sash around his waist, and he blushed, stumbling over his words. His fists clenched, but Blue smiled encouragingly, those icy blue eyes sparkling, and he couldn't help but relax a bit.

"He's pretty hard to impress, too, which is...kinda why...I wanna know what I'm doing...."

"Of course."

The sash came free, and his pants started to fall. He moved to catch them, but Blue grabbed his wrists lightly, stopping him. Blushing miserably, he fidgeted as the general knelt, sliding his gi pants down and lifting his feet, one at a time, to pull off boots and pants, leaving Goku standing in his boxer briefs.

"My, my." Blue's voice nearly purred as he stared up the line of Goku's body. "You have grown up."

Fighting the urge to cover himself, he bit his lip and blushed harder. "Umm...what do I do now?"

"Have you ever been with a girl, Goku?"

He fidgeted as blunt fingers slid up his thighs and under the fabric of his skivvies. "Yeah. I actually...have a son."

"Congratulations." A crooked smile. "Being with a man isn't all that different from being with a girl. Once you know the different places to touch, you should be fine."

"O-oh...." Blushing, feeling like an idiot, he tried not to fidget as Blue stared at his crotch. "Um, Blue?"

"Hm?"

"What...what are you doing?"

The kneeling General glanced up to meet his eyes and grinned. "Anticipating."

"Is...is that part of it?"

"Oh, yes."

His eyes widened as those blunt fingers traced over his crotch. That felt...kinda good, actually. Blue ran his palm over the sudden bulge, and he hissed in a breath, his eyes squinching shut. It had been a while....

"Anticipation is the best part, Goku."

As he hardened under that careful touch, he couldn't help but agree. Blushing like crazy, he clenched his fists and let his head fall back. Could he do this for Vegeta? Could he make the prince feel like this?

He was vaguely aware of Blue scooting closer, but so long as he didn't quit stroking like that--

"Oh!"

Eyes suddenly wide, he stared down at Blue, watching as the man drew his open mouth over the achingly hard bulge in his shorts. His mouth! And it...it felt...there were no words!

ChiChi had never done that!

And...and he wanted...more.

Unclenching his fists, he slid his fingers into the silky, baby-fine blonde hair, not sure what to do but wanting to keep Blue close. Moist heat seeped through the fabric of his boxer briefs, little flicks of an insistent tongue making him flinch and groan. He would definitely have to try this on Vegeta. Who could resist this?

Blue pulled away slightly, and Goku whimpered, his fingers tightening in those silky locks.

"Anticipation, Goku. Remember that."

But he didn't want to remember. He wanted to keep feeling those little nibbling kisses and the moist heat against his skin. Before he could protest too much, though, Blue's fingers tugged the waistband of his shorts down, exposing him fully. A little nudity had never bothered him before, but....

"My dear Goku...how you've grown." Blue smiled up at him, intensifying his blush. "I can all but guarantee you will make your Vegeta very...very happy."

Stroking, teasing hands made quick work of removing this last article of clothing, but Goku really didn't have time to fidget before those stroking, teasing hands took hold of him. Oh! His head rolled back again, eyes squeezed shut against the...the feeling...the pleasure. And then--

"Oh!"

His knees went weak as a very warm, very wet mouth sucked on the very tip of his arousal, sending a jolt of sweet, liquid pleasure up his spine. He nearly fell over as his head spun, but Blue's hand on the back of his thigh somehow kept him on his feet. No one had ever...nothing had ever felt...no one....

And then that warm, cherishing mouth swallowed him whole, and he lost all sense of up or down.

"Has no one ever tasted you, Goku? What a waste...."

His head cleared a bit, and he realized he was on his back on the ground. Had his legs given out? Had Blue laid him down? Before he could even think to word a question, tongue and mouth and hands were on him again, stealing all his thoughts.

Strong, blunt fingers stroked his thighs and higher things while that insistent mouth coaxed all sorts of sounds from him, tongue stroking and throat constricting. Heat built in his belly and groin, intensifying with each lingering suck, each flick of that eager tongue, until he wanted to explode. Fisting one hand in his own hair and one in Blue's, he tried to choke back his cries, jerking his hips up into that ever-moving, ever-cherishing mouth.

When it pulled away just as he felt his groin tighten, he wanted to wail his dismay. No, he wanted to punch something. Anything, really.

"Anticipation, dear boy. Anticipation."

Forget that! He wanted release!

"Blue...." He whimpered, trying to sound as helpless as possible.

"Do you not want to know the rest?"

Fingers lightly traced along his length, and he focused on the sensation, letting it clear his head a little. The haze of immediate need faded, and he blinked up at the shifting cloud cover, remembering where he was and what he was supposed to be doing. Vegeta. He needed to know what to do with Vegeta.

Blue pulled away, and Goku half-sat up, leaning back on his elbows and studying his...instructor. The general looked quite pleased with himself, licking rosy lips and returning his scrutiny with glittering, icy blue eyes.

"Wh-what do I do next?"

A slow, crooked grin that tightened things deep in his belly. "I thought you'd never ask."

* * *

"You want me to put my fingers where?!"

Things had progressed nicely up to this point, but at the idea of voluntarily touching someone...there...Goku balked.

A pout, Blue's kiss-swollen lips looking entirely too pretty to belong to a hardened general. "You don't want to hurt your Vegeta, do you? You must relax him, stretch him a bit, or, with your size, you'll tear him apart."

Blushing hotly and feeling ridiculously naïve again, he swallowed hard. "You mean...that's where...?"

Blue raised his hand to stroke Goku's cheek. "Where else?"

Squinting one eye shut, he leaned up on one elbow, blushing down at the man lying naked and complacent under his bulk. "Maybe this isn't such a great idea. I don't think Vegeta would...would like...that."

"Have you liked everything we've done so far, Goku?"

He bit at his lip, thinking of the kissing, the touching, the stroking and tasting. Yes, he had liked everything thus far, but....

"Will you trust me just a little further? Don't you want your Vegeta moaning and writhing below you like I was a moment ago?"

His whole body heated at the image those words created in his mind. He could almost hear the whiskey-voiced pleas for more, feel the shift and writhe of perfect muscle under his hands, taste the potent blend of sweat and Vegeta that he'd only accidentally sampled once during a spar.

"That's what I thought. Trust me."

Blue had been an excellent teacher thus far. Why not trust him a little further?

Staring down at the blue eyes glittering up at him, he dutifully sucked on his fingers, slathering them with a good layer of spit. Blue shifted, spreading his legs further to allow him room to operate. Hesitant, not really sure if he should be doing any of this, he reached down and felt around a bit until he found the little pucker of Blue's entrance.

Sighing, Blue closed his eyes and tilted back his head, threading his fingers through Goku's hair. Encouraged, he circled around the area for a moment, then tried to push a finger in. The muscle didn't give much, and he paused, afraid to just barge right in.

"Nnn...go ahead...it's all right...."

He pressed a little harder, sliding in to the first knuckle, and Blue moaned, bumping his hips up. Taking that as a good sign, he pushed in further, keeping a weather eye on the general's face. Once the hard ring of muscle gave way, it wasn't all that different from the few times he'd touched ChiChi like this. A little less slick, of course, but the same basic principle.

As Blue rolled his head to the side, biting at a knuckle and gripping Goku's hair, he relaxed and grinned a little. This was actually pretty easy. He thrust a bit, pulled out, then thrust again, and Blue moaned, his hips shifting restlessly. Each thrust was a little easier, so he didn't hesitate to add another finger, grinning broadly when Blue shuddered and groaned.

"Str...nnn...stretch a...a bit, Goku...."

No problem. Leaning down to brush his lips over Blue's sweaty chest, he scissored his fingers, still thrusting rhythmically. Mentally comparing his size with the area he was stretching, he added another finger, wondering if that could possibly be enough. He hadn't considered such a thing before, but as tight as the fit was with just his fingers....

"Blue...I'm not sure I'll...fit."

Blue shuddered again, opening his eyes and looking up at him. "Oh, you'll fit, all right. Just...don't stop that."

Smiling at the groaning, needy tone, he slowed his pace a bit, stroking instead of thrusting. The thought of touching Vegeta like this, of watching dark eyes roll up and all that perfect, saiyan muscle clench and flex, excited him beyond belief, hardening his arousal until he ached to thrust with more than his fingers.

"Is...is that enough?" he panted, wanting to be inside that tightness, to feel that heat surround him and squeeze.

Blue moaned and bit his lip, clenching his fingers in Goku's hair. "It...oh, gods...it has to be! Please...."

Groaning in anticipation, he removed his fingers and shifted to position himself, only to pull back in surprise as Blue wriggled beneath him, then rolled over onto his stomach.

"What...?"

The general pushed up until Goku shoved to his hands and knees, then rose to his own knees, spreading them wide and leaning down on his elbows, gasping and whimpering, pressing back against his aching groin.

"Easier...from this side...please...."

"Oh...okay...." Reaching down, he positioned himself at Blue's entrance, biting his lip as he couldn't resist stroking himself just once. "Slow or fast?"

A groan. "I don't care...just...please...."

He didn't want to hurt the man, so he pushed in slowly, his eyes rolling back into his head at the almost painful tightness as he pushed past that hard ring of muscle. Blue arched and cried out under him, bucking back against him, taking him in a few more inches. Gritting his teeth, he tried to pause, but the hot, close body below him and all the writhing won out over his good intentions, and he thrust in all the way, trembling at the incredible sensation.

Blue writhed and whimpered, arching and breathing in little sobs. The constant motion was almost a sensory overload, and Goku growled as he pulled out and thrust again, one hand clamping on Blue's hip to pull him close.

"Oh, gods, yes! Again! Goku, please!"

Most of his restraint fled at that sobbing plea, and he thrust as hard as he dared, driving into searing heat and gripping tightness, kissing and nipping at the flexing, shifting muscle of Blue's broad back, one hand reaching around to stroke his instructor's arousal. A howl, and the body below him went into a frenzy, bucking back against him wildly, taking him deeper than should be possible.

And it was wonderful.

He sped the already frantic pace, feeling Blue's body tighten around him. At this rate, the general would beat him to orgasm by a long shot, and he wasn't sure how many go-rounds the man could take. ChiChi usually gave out after two or three.

He wondered how much Vegeta could take....

"Oh...oh, gods!"

A high-pitched shriek, and Blue came all over Goku's hand, his body clenching down on his arousal like a vice. He howled, rearing back as he thrust into that impossibly tight body, feeling his release inch closer, the heat pooling in his stomach. Blue arched and squirmed as he continued to pound into him, gasping and still pleading wordlessly for more.

Biting his lip until it bled, he clamped both hands on the narrow, bucking hips, holding Blue steady for each deep, hard thrust. Pure bliss. The cries below him weren't the hoarse, whiskey shouts of his prince, but they still touched him, still urged him on, and the result was this molten pleasure running through his veins.

His energy rose with his desire, but he tried to hold it down. Blue was already losing his voice from his screams. He might actually hurt the man if he transformed into a Super Saiyan. But the idea lingered, burning his blood and strengthening his thrusts.

The body below him tightened a second time, Blue shrieking again and thrashing wildly, and the beautiful clench was just enough to send him over the edge with a roar, grinding against Blue's backside with the force of it.

Finally, finally, the rush passed, and he relinquished his grip a bit, slumping over Blue's heaving back. He'd never felt anything like that in his life! ChiChi hadn't been anywhere near as...enthusiastic, and he'd thought sex with her was wonderful.

The general collapsed face first into the dirt, and Goku blinked, pulling out with a wince and rolling the poor man over.

"Blue? Are you okay? Did I...did I hurt you?"

But the general didn't look injured in any way. A wide, sloopy smile stretched his lips, his eyes hazy and a bit unfocused. He sprawled, seemingly boneless, his hair touseled and sweaty, red dirt and bits of rock clinging to his chest and cheek. He looked...ridiculously happy.

Grinning a bit uncertainly, Goku sat back on his heels and scratched at the back of his head. Was he supposed to say something now?

Blue's smile stretched further, if possible. "I envy your Vegeta."

Blushing, he chuckled and shrugged. "He doesn't actually like me very much. I just...wanted to know...you know...just in case."

A breathless laugh. "Then he's a bigger fool than you'll ever be."

* * *

Horrified when he realized how dirty he'd gotten, Blue insisted on a bath before anyone saw him in such a state. Goku laughed, asking why the fussy general hadn't worried about anyone seeing them together, figuring that would be more embarrassing than a little dirt, but Blue just went all hazy-eyed again and licked his lips. He sighed and pushed the poor guy into the nearest body of water, hoping it wasn't too hot or poisonous or anything.

When appropriately clean and dressed, Blue took Goku by the arm again and led him to to the Hall of Dishonored Warriors, as promised. He couldn't seem to get rid of his blush as the general cuddled against him. It seemed to mean something else now, and he wasn't really sure what to do.

He very much doubted Vegeta would ever do such a thing.

"Well, here we are, Goku." Blue squeezed his arm, then let go and stepped back, still smiling. "I must say, I've rarely had such an...eventful trip."

Scratching the back of his head, he grinned nervously. "Um...yeah."

"If you're ever back this way...or if you need any more...advice...."

He cocked his head to one side, realizing Blue looked...well, a little blue. Had he done something wrong?

"Hey, what's wrong?"

The smile returned, a bit less intense this time. "Oh, nothing, Goku. You were...wonderful!" The general sighed, the smile falling again. "It just...gets a bit lonely down here. I know it's Hell, but...does it have to be so...dreary?"

Frowning, he struck his favorite thinking pose, propping his elbow in one palm and pinching his chin. A sudden thought struck him, and he brightened.

"I just got the best idea!"

Blue raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"I'll introduce you to my brother!"

A pretty blush stained the general's cheeks. "Oh...well...."

"No, it's perfect! I bet he's lonely down here, too! When we find him, I'll just introduce him to you, and you can...you know...woo him."

"I don't know...." Blushing deeper and blinking rapidly again, Blue ducked his head. "Besides, I thought you wanted to find him to train with."

He scoffed. "Naw. This is way more important. Let's go!"

Grabbing Blue's hand, he headed for the bustling crowd, eyes already scanning for his brother's face. Blue tugged back, though, and he finally stopped to see what the hold-up was.

"I'm sure you mean well, Goku, but...but you can't just introduce two people and hope they hit it off--"

"You!"

He brightened, turning to search out the face belonging to that familiar growl.

"Raditz! There you are!"

"You little...you...you!"

Pressing against Goku's side, Blue chuckled. "You get that reaction a lot, don't you?"

"You...damn you, Kakarot! How could you--"

"Raditz!" Shrugging off the general's grip, he jumped forward and threw his arms around his brother's bulky form, surprised when it wasn't quite as big as he remembered. "It's so good to see you!"

Caught off-guard mid-rant, Raditz sputtered for a moment, then hesitantly patted him on the back once. He grinned and squeezed again, then let go, backing up to take a good look at his long-lost brother.

"Wow! Are you shorter, or did I grow? You look great! Have you been training? Man, I forgot how much hair you have!"

Blinking and obviously flabbergasted, Raditz shook his head. "You...Kak...what?"

"Man, it's been a long time. You aren't still mad at me for not killing everybody, are you? Oh, and I brought a friend I want you to meet. Raditz, this is General Blue." Grinning, he pulled the blushing, suddenly shy Blue forward. "He's...really friendly."

Raditz nodded a little distantly, and Blue lowered his eyes, clasping his hands behind his back. Goku watched them with a grin. This was the best plan ever.

"I really came down here to see if you wanted to spar, big brother, but I kinda got sidetracked and decided to introduce you to Blue, here, instead. He's really smart, and he was really hard to beat when I was a kid. Of course, if you still want to spar, we can do that, too."

"Kakarot, shut up for a minute."

Obediently shutting his mouth, he grinned happily. It really was good to see his brother again, now that they couldn't really kill each other.

Ticking off questions on his fingers, said brother fired away. "What the hell is going on? What are you doing here? Are you dead? What about Oujisama? Is he alive?"

Blue perked up. "Oujisama? Would that be your Oujisama, Goku?"

Raditz's jaw dropped, and Goku blushed. "No! Well, yes, we're...uh...talking about the same person, but...he's not...errr...."

Before he could finish his admittedly garbled explanation, Raditz's eyes rolled up to the whites, and the poor guy passed out, his body sending up a puff of red dust as it collapsed. After a moment's silence, Goku shifted and scratched the back of his head.

"Um, can that introduction wait a minute, Blue?"

A laugh. "I think it'll have to."

"Good."

"Do you always have this effect on people,?"

Grinning sheepishly, he shrugged. "Just the ones I sent here, I guess."

Blue blinked. "You sent your brother to Hell?"

A sigh. "That's...a long story."

END