Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Tram's Day Out ❯ Tram's Day Out ( One-Shot )

Tram's Day Out by Kaialicious

Disclaimer: I have never and will not ever make a profit from Dragon Ball Z and any of its merchandise. Akira Toriyama owns all of the rights to Dragon Ball Z.

Warning: This story contains a Yaoi relationship, and obscene language.

Author's Note: I thought that it would be fun to have Tram, my OC go to the city. Who better to take him on a tour than little Gohan?

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Gohan scarfed down his breakfast faster than usual, drawing his mother and father's attention.

"Take it easy, son"

"Sorry dad," he said in between gulps. "I don't want to be late for training with Mr. Piccolo."

Chi-chi's brow furrowed. "Remember, Gohan, you promised that you'd study harder if I let you continue your training with Piccolo. That means that you'll have to double your studying time."

"Yes, mom," he yelled as he made his way out the door.

"Gohan sure is excited about his training, isn't he?" Goku chuckled.

"If you ask me, I think he spends too much time with Piccolo and that…that bad mannered friend of his. He's not a good role model for Gohan."

"Oh, Chi-chi. Give him a chance. Tram's okay. Piccolo trusts him. We can too."

"All I am saying is that Gohan needs to focus on more important things like his studying. He doesn't need another person to take away his concentration. I really don't mind that Piccolo is training him."

"That's good Chi-chi," Goku smiled at her.

"It's that other one that has me concerned. I don't want him to manipulate my baby."

"Chi-chi," Goku said softly, "do you think that Piccolo would allow that to happen?"

She nervously wrung the kitchen towel she was holding in her hands and admitted, "No. It's just that Gohan is so young and I worry about him. There's still so much that we don't know about Piccolo's friend." She sat down at the table and poured herself a cup of coffee. "Didn't Bulma say that he had tried to kill Piccolo?"

"No Chi-chi," Goku corrected her, "he wanted to fuse with him."

"What's the difference? The point is he wanted to hurt Piccolo, and now he's his…friend."

Goku understood Chi-chi's obvious confusion. He too had worried about Piccolo spending time with the Super Namek, but Piccolo was okay and nothing had happened to him. Tram was harmless.

"There's nothing to worry about," Goku assured her. "Piccolo will take care of Gohan. He always has, Chi-chi."

His wife sighed and lifted her coffee mug to her lips. "I guess you're right." She took a sip and thought for a moment, then muttered, "Besides, Gohan is a good boy. He'll keep himself out of trouble."

"Yeah he will," Goku agreed and finished his meal.

*****

The boy -Gohan, landed a few feet in front of him, a cheerful smile on his pink little face.

"Hi, Mr. Tram. I'm here for my training."

The Super Namek crossed his arms and looked down at the tiny human.

"Picoo is meditating. You will have to wait."

"But that'll take forever," Gohan whined.

Tram ignored him and continued looking at his mate who hovered near the waterfall. Several minutes later, Gohan tugged on Tram's pant leg.

"What?" Tram growled in irritation.

"Let's go to the city!"

Tram knocked his hand away and said, "You are supposed to be training with Picoo, not cavorting about the city."

Gohan looked disappointed. "I thought that you would want to go. You haven't been there already, have you?"

Tram reflected on the human's words and said, "No, I have not."

"I guess Piccolo didn't have time to take you there."

Tram neglected to tell him that Piccolo did not think that it was a good idea for him to go into the city. It would cause hysteria, he had once told him. Nevertheless, Tram was curious about the human metropolis. Besides, it would be good to see how the humans lived en masse so that he could properly strategize his overtaking of their planet.

If he were to go with Gohan for maybe an hour, surely Piccolo would not miss them. His young Namekian mate was always engrossed in his meditation. He had been at it for three hours now. Usually Tram would disturb him out of boredom, but Piccolo had warned him that Gohan would be coming over today and that they could not engage in their daily activities.

"Fine. We will go to the city," he decided.

"Great," Gohan laughed. "We'll just get you a disguise -"

"A disguise? Why do I need a disguise?"

"Well, when Piccolo went into the city with my dad, he had to wear a disguise so that he didn't draw too much attention."

Tram thought about this. "What kind of disguise?"

"Come on, I'll show you."

They flew out to a cleared area and Gohan picked up a stick and began to draw something in the dirt. Tram crouched down beside him and examined it.

"Picoo wore that?"

"Yes, jeans," Gohan pointed at the item, "a t-shirt, and a pullover. These are sneakers, and this is a baseball hat. Pretty cool, huh?"

"Hmm…" Tram didn't like it at all, but if Picoo had worn the garments, then he supposed that it was all right for him as well. He stood and raised the level of his ki, as Piccolo had shown him in order to create the clothing that Gohan had shown him. A bright flash of light enveloped him for less than a second and his blue tunic, pants, and shoes were replaced by his interpretation of a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, a pullover, sneakers, and a baseball hat. He had kept his favorite colors, and had made the jeans and the pullover a light blue color. The baseball hat and sneakers were a darker blue, while the t-shirt was white.

"Wow," Gohan said and walked around him to make sure that he had gotten everything right. "You look cool, Mr. Tram."

"Let's get on with this," he told him and ascended into the air. Gohan followed him, content enough to chatter away even though the Namek wasn't listening.

*****

Piccolo came out of his meditation confused at the silence that greeted him. He knew that Gohan had been there. He had felt his energy signal while he was meditating. However, Gohan was nowhere to be found, and Tram was gone as well.

"What could they be up to?" He didn't like the idea of Gohan and Tram going off together. Tram barely tolerated Gohan and Gohan was far too trusting to realize that the Super Namek did not favor humans. The more Piccolo thought about it, the more he became worried about his young pupil.

He searched for their energy signatures and was troubled when he could not find them. Either they had lowered them or something had happened to them. He opened up his mind to his mate and sought him out.

Tram.

…

I know that you can hear me!

.!.

A smile twitched at Piccolo's lips at his lover's apparent surprise. He was clearly up to something -doing something that he should not be doing. Where are you? Piccolo asked him.

In the city.

The city? What are you doing there, and where is Gohan?

…

Tram! Piccolo sent out his feelings of impatience to the Namek, prompting him to answer his questions.

We are hanging out, Picoo, and Gohan, he is eating an ice cream.

"Hanging out? Ice cream?" They were two things that did not match his mate as far as he was concerned. Tram did not "hang out" with anyone and he certainly did not eat ice cream. It was clear to him that Gohan might have influenced Tram to go on such a journey into the city. Piccolo was surprised that Tram had gone through with it.

Tram, you and Gohan are to return right now. You can't be roaming the city in broad daylight. You will cause a panic, he told him

I will not. I am wearing a disguise.

"What?" An image of his lover in human clothes appeared in his mind, courtesy of Tram.

Gohan said that you once disguised yourself in such a way.

Piccolo blushed at the memory and told him, You should return.

Not now, Picoo. I am enjoying myself too much. This world has much promise.

"Much promise for what?"

…

"You aren't still planning world domination are you?"

…

"Damn it, Tram!"

You are upset over nothing. Your precious planet is safe, he said.

For now? Piccolo added, knowing his mate well enough to assume that he was hiding his aspirations from him.

Tram chuckled. Stop being paranoid, Picoo.

Piccolo crossed his arms and lowered his head. Am I going to have to come after you two?

That wont be necessary, Picoo. We will return…after I have finished exploring the city.

"I forbid you to do this!"

You forbid. Really, Picoo. Piccolo had an image of Tram as he shook his head and smiled mischievously.

Do I have to come down there? Piccolo threatened.

…if you like.

Piccolo heard what his words implied. Tram wanted him to come to him for his own lecherous reasons. I don't think that I will.

Again, the Super Namek found humor in Piccolo's response.

I won't bite you…well maybe I will…

"Will you stop!?!"

More laughter, then Tram announced. Gohan has finished his ice cream. I must go now Picoo. He wants to show me some squiggly rodent or another.

Tram, don't you dare stay there any longer! Get back here! Tram! Tram?

The Super Namek had intentionally severed their link. Piccolo was furious. He sat down and grumbled beneath his breath about how careless Tram was. Gohan was no better. He was angry with them both.

"I guess I have to get them before they get into trouble." As far as he was concerned, they were already knee deep in it. He hated the city. It was too crowded and his body drew too much attention to himself there. He wondered if Tram was having the same reactions that he had garnered. He hadn't sounded as if he was uncomfortable. Why would he be? He's an arrogant Super Namek that thinks that he'll rule the world some day. This gave Piccolo more reason to swallow his apprehension about the city and fetch his stray lover and Gohan.

*****

What wondrous things this world had. Everything that made the planet seem primitive was quickly overridden by something that proved that the planet had potential for greater things. The "mall" as Gohan had called it was infested with humans, but Tram was at ease amongst the throng of weak pedestrians. He didn't like it much when they pointed at him or stared at him, but he ignored them and acted "cool," as Gohan had said.

They had gone to an ice cream shop, where Gohan had purchased a large multi colored iced treat and consumed it ravenously while Tram had been talking to his Picoo. Picoo had not sounded happy at all to hear him, especially since he had taken so long to answer him. Tram figured that he would simply have to change his mate's sour mood once he returned to him. A few hours should be sufficient to have him forget the entire episode. It would be enjoyable for both of them.

After he and Gohan had left the ice cream shop, Gohan took him to what was called a pet store to look at ugly little creatures that were wriggling about in thin strips of paper. He watched in trepidation as Gohan grabbed one of the animals and handed it to him. Tram held the white and brown animal at arm's length by the back of its neck.

Gohan reached into the boxed in area and pulled out another rodent, one that was gray and had black stripes all over its body. Tram noticed that the animal was slightly different from the one he held. He wrinkled his nose as both of the animals' scents filled his nose. It seemed that the striped animal was far less smelly than the brown and white one.

"What are these disgusting creatures?" Tram asked.

"This one is a kitten," Gohan held up the furry gray animal for Tram's inspection. "The one that you're holding is a puppy."

Tram held it closer to him, studying it. The puppy began to lick Tram's face to his mortification.

"I think that I am going to be sick!" he exclaimed and held the puppy away from him again.

"He likes you," Gohan laughed and cuddled the kitten.

"You say that you want one of these…pets?"

"Yep."

"Why? They are horrible. They have fur that smells."

"Well, what kind of pet do you think that I should get?" Gohan asked him.

Tram looked around the shop and halted his gaze on a four sided glass enclosure. He deposited the puppy back into its enclosure and went over to the glass case.

There were a number of small coiled up creatures basking upon heated flat rocks.

Tram placed a hand against the glass. Almost instantly, a black snake with twin yellow lines down its back slithered off a rock and investigated the wall of green flesh that was on the glass.

"Now this is a pet."

"A snake?" Gohan looked a little green. The kitten in his grasp made a small whiny sound.

"Is that what it is called? Hmmm…when I first came here, one much larger than this one attacked me in the forest. A brave attempt, don't you think?"

"I guess."

"They attack creatures that are much larger than them, even if they cannot win."

"Y-Yeah."

"The snake will make a great symbol of my reign once I have conquered this planet," Tram smirked. "You should get one."

Gohan sweat dropped. "Uh, I don't think that my mom will let me bring one into the house."

"That is too bad," Tram said gravely.

Gohan sweat dropped and stared uncertainly at the Namek. "Yeah, I guess…"

Nearby, Piccolo, garbed in a replica of the clothing that he had worn on his trip to the city with Goku had ceased his search when he ran into one of the Z fighters. "Yamcha."

"Oh, hey Piccolo," Yamcha greeted him. "What are you doing in the city?"

"Have you seen Gohan?"

"No, I can't say that I have. Why? What's wrong?"

"Gohan skipped his training. I think that he's here, goofing off."

"All right, Gohan!" Yamcha grinned.

Piccolo was not amused.

"Sorry."

Piccolo turned his attention towards the young man that stood beside Yamcha. Puar was sitting on his shoulder, rubbing her whiskers against his cheek. The boy's black hair had a single purple streak in it. His features were delicate, almost feminine, but very appealing. He was about an inch or two shorter than Yamcha, and very slender, nearly frail. He looked like a teenager, but Piccolo couldn't help but notice that there was something very familiar about him.

Yamcha noticed the Namek's curiosity in his companion and quickly made introductions. "Piccolo, this is Shadros. Shadros, this is a friend of mine, Piccolo."

The boy lowered his gaze and politely bowed to him.

"Have we met before?" Piccolo asked.

Shadros paled.

"Shadros isn't from around here, Piccolo. You must have seen one of his pictures somewhere. He's a model," Yamcha explained.

"Oh." But Piccolo still couldn't shake the feeling that they had known each other. He was surprised when Yamcha put his arm around the boy's waist and said, "My little fox just has one of those faces you know."

Shadros blushed bashfully and Puar giggled.

So it's like that between them, Piccolo mused. It was a big change for Yamcha who had been a notorious womanizer. Piccolo was happy for the human. At least now, he would have some direction in life. If the look that passed between the couple was any indication, they were madly in love with each other.

Piccolo said his goodbyes and resumed his search. At the back of his mind, Shadros' face still haunted him. He was sure that he had seen him somewhere…

*****

Gohan returned the kitten to its play area and stroked it a few more times before he ran around excitedly from cage to cage.

"Wow! Look at this!" Nothing was monotonous to him. Every animal, even what Tram termed as sub-rodents, were incredible to the little human.

Tram lost his interest in the small creatures and wandered off, prompting Gohan to follow him. The mall it seemed was in the business of making money. Humans spent their savings there buying almost anything that one could imagine.

Tram stopped before a store that sold flimsy, bright colored fabrics and shiny harnesses of leather adorned with bits of metal. Gohan's face suddenly turned red and the boy turned away from the display case. Tram wondered what had caused the child's reaction, and then spotted someone inside the store, a male behind the counter, wearing one of the leather harnesses over a thin, see through shirt.

Oh. These garments are meant to enhance one's sexuality.

He thought of Picoo wearing a leather harness and one of the spiked collars in the display case and grinned wolfishly. Maybe Picoo can use his ki to create these.

His mind ran rampant with all of the things that Picoo would wear for him, but Gohan's voice deflated his fantasy and his sudden erection.

"Mr. Tram?"

"What?" he snapped.

"We should leave. I'm not supposed to be in front of this store. It's for grown ups."

"Very well."

They continued walking, stopping every now and then to look at something that had caught either one of their interests. The repetitive theme of the mall began to wear on Tram's nerves. He was about to tell Gohan that it was time to go when the little human burst out, "Hey! Look, it's a photo booth. Let's take some pictures."

"Pictures?"

"Yeah." Gohan pulled Tram towards the narrow structure.

"I put the money in over there, see?" he pointed to the slot. "Then our pictures will be taken."

"Why must we have pictures taken? What will we do with them?" Tram asked.

"Well, it'll be fun, and you could keep them for yourself or share them with someone."

"Ah."

Gohan entered the tiny room and beckoned for Tram to do the same. Tram stared at the strange contraption before he ventured inside and grudgingly sat on the slippery leather bench. Inside the room was a tight fit. Tram hated it instantly.

A whirring noise came from the opposite wall.

"Smile, Mr. Tram." Gohan said with a wide grin on his face.

Tram looked forward and winced as a bright light flashed before him. He barely had time to recover for the second one. For this one, Gohan stuck two fingers up behind of Tram's head. On the third, Tram glowered at the little human for his action. In the last one, Gohan hugged the Super Namek, despite his murderous glare.

When it was over, the child raced out of the booth to retrieve their pictures.

Tram followed at a slower pace and waited for the booth to finish developing as Gohan called it. Finally, a slender strip appeared in a small compartment on the side of the booth. Gohan picked it up and stared at it.

"Wow, these came out great. See, Mr. Tram." He offered him the object.

Tram examined the colored images. The first one was of him looking inquisitively out at the viewer. Tram noted with satisfaction that he was quite handsome in the picture. He wondered what Piccolo would think of the image. The other three, he did not care much for, he would just as soon see them destroyed. They made him look foolish.

"I wish to keep this one," he told Gohan.

"Sure." Gohan tore the picture free of the others and handed it to him.

Tram pocketed it and said, "I think that we should go now. Picoo is looking for us."

Gohan blinked and then started as he felt his teacher's energy signature. "Oh, oh. We had better go before he gets here. Mr. Piccolo doesn't like to be around too many people. It makes him nervous."

"Picoo should not have that weakness, not when I will rule this planet with him at my side."

"Rule the planet? You mean you're serious?" Gohan asked. Tram did not answer him and followed him to the nearest exit.

They met Piccolo half way just over the city.

"Picoo."

Piccolo looked at the smiling Super Namek and colored slightly. He was taking in his clothing and projecting his approval to him with small flickers of thought.

"H-Hi, Mr. Piccolo."

Piccolo looked at the demi-Saiyan and frowned. "I am very disappointed in you, Gohan."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Piccolo."

"Chi-chi will probably punish you for your actions," he told him. "You know what she'll do, don't you?"

"Yes, sir," Gohan hung his head.

"What will the woman do?" Tram asked curiously.

"She'll ground me," Gohan answered. "I won't be able to train with you guys for a long time."

"Ah, she will imprison you."

Piccolo and Gohan looked at him strangely.

"Do not worry. I could set you free if you want."

Gohan opened his mouth to speak, but Piccolo covered it with his hand and said, "No, you will not. Gohan deserves his punishment. Besides, it won't be that bad. Knowing Chi-chi, she will probably have him studying."

"What a horrible woman…" Tram muttered. "Are you sure that you don't want me to blow her up?"

"Tram!"

"What?" he asked seriously, feeling that he had not said anything wrong. "It would do all of us some good."

Piccolo growled in exasperation.

Gohan looked from one Namek to the other, a little afraid of flying between the two while they argued over his mother's idea of punishment.

They accompanied Gohan home and watched as Chi-chi properly scolded him for his irresponsible behavior. When the public humiliation of the child was over, they returned to Tram's ship where Piccolo began giving Tram his own lecture.

"I'm disappointed in you too, Tram."

The Super Namek raised a brow. "What are you disappointed with me for, it was the little brat that wanted to go into the city."

"Yes, but you went along with him any way. He's only a boy. He couldn't force you to do anything. You went of your own free will."

Tram frowned. Leave it to Picoo to point out the obvious. "Then are you angry with me, Picoo?"

"Very."

"Humph." It was all Gohan's fault. The miserable child. If Picoo wasn't so enamored of him, Tram frowned at that, I would have blasted him into the next realm!

Piccolo's grunt of disapproval told Tram that his mate had heard his musings. How could he not when they were so closely linked together?

"I did not truly mean it," Tram said, trying to sooth him.

Piccolo gave him a blistering stare.

"Very well, I meant it," he muttered and tried to think of something that would take his lover's mind off of what he had done. Ah! Yes, the picture that the little human and he had taken. Perhaps some of Picoo's anger would dissolve if he showed it to him. He dug into his jeans pocket and handed him the picture. "Here little dragon."

Piccolo looked down at the photograph in surprise. "It's you and Gohan."

"Yes," Tram scowled. "It is unfortunate that the little human is in it as well."

Piccolo smiled at his comment. "Stop pretending that you don't like him."

"I am not pretending, Picoo." He looked offended.

"Right."

"Humph!"

Piccolo tucked the picture into his belt and kissed the disgruntled Namek on his cheek. "It is a very nice picture, Tram."

The Super Namek smiled and said, "Yes, I found it to be quite good myself."

"Maybe we could take a picture together," Piccolo suggested.

Tram raised an eyebrow in interest. The idea did sound appealing. "Can both of us fit into that tiny booth?"

"A booth? Oh, you mean one of those photo booths." Piccolo smiled when he thought about Tram's tall frame being crammed inside the small, dark box. "We won't have to use a booth," Piccolo told him. "We could borrow a camera from Bulma. That way we'll have a larger picture."

"A larger picture..." his mind raced with the possibilities. "Does that mean that we can have as many as we want anywhere we want if we borrow this Bulma woman's camera?"

"Yes."

"Then I want a picture of you naked, Picoo."

Piccolo blushed at his bold request. "Uh…"

"You will be certain that when you take this picture, you will be in our bed," the Super Namek instructed.

"I uh…"

"You will position yourself on your side, facing the camera. I will give you further instructions once you have the camera in your possession."

Piccolo sweat dropped. Tram sent a mental picture to Piccolo and growled. Piccolo's face reddened. "TRAM, I AM NOT GOING TO POSE NAKED WITH A SNAKE WRAPPED AROUND MY NECK!"

"It will be amusing," Tram said and smirked.

Piccolo hunched his shoulders and grumbled under his breath, "All I wanted was a simple picture, but you had to turn it into something dirty."

"Ah, Picoo," he said softly. "Do not get upset. I will pose naked for you as well."

Piccolo shook his head. Who was he to argue with a Super Namek? Once Tram had his mind set on something, it was difficult to make him change it, especially where Piccolo was concerned.

"Just think, little dragon…there will be three of me for you to toy with…"

Piccolo felt his cheeks warm. He had never forgotten that day when Tram had been in heat. The Super Namek had split into three and had done such outrageous things to him. Tram's laughter brought him out of his musing and he glowered at him.

"The clones and I will be at your mercy, Picoo. Does that excite you?" Tram asked and sent him more images of himself posing nude for him. The visions were too much for Piccolo. He turned away to hide his flushed face and sudden arousal. Tram wrapped his arms around him and whispered in his ear, "It does."

The press of Tram's erection against the small of his back made him lean his head on his mate's shoulder. He ran his hands over Tram's arms and sighed. When had he become such a sex-crazed person? Ah, yes, when the Super Namek had come into his life.

You do not regret it do you, Picoo? Tram asked him, placing a tender kiss at his temple.

"No," was his reply, "never."

He felt Tram's lips widen into a smile and closed his eyes as his lover began to undress him. The last thought that passed through his mind before pleasure overtook his body was that Tram was so clever at diffusing his anger.

*****

Look out for the next sequel! Better yet, review if you want Tram to have his way with Piccolo in those photographs! ^__^