Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z

Warnings: Things don't go to well for Gohan in this fic. Hinted inscest, hinted and normal non-con issues. Then the Yaoi.

Author's Note- this was based off a dream I had. (I don't really have that much time to be writing this, especially when you consider the other three fics I'm writing). I have revised it a little since I first posted it elsewhere. Be nice please but do tell me how to improve.
Now on With the Fic

Prologue

Hell, just the place I wanted to be, Damn Son, He will pay for this.

"Hey Cell what are you doing over there, you can't be that deep in thought, you've only been here for a few hours" Frieza called out in his girlish voice that anyone who ever heard it would never forget.

After arriving in Hell Frieza had asked how he was killed, when his reply included the name Son, Frieza decided not to bother trying to get command over him, like he had with nearly everyone in Hell, this was shocking to everyone in Hell who didn't know that Cell could destroy Frieza in the blink of an eye.

"What you planning?" Frieza asked trying to find out exactly how to find out without the word revenge' being used, because Cell had used it more than twenty times since he had arrived, three hours ago, it didn't work.

"I found an exit to this damned place and I'm trying to figure out how to get that brat sedated enough to enact my revenge"

"Oh, well that's not hard you just use ………………………… and, he'll
be out for hours"

"Actually I wanted him to be conscious enough to know who was
doing it to him"

"Oh really, what did you have in mind"

"Something similar to your method of breaking Vegeta, except not
done by me"

"Ohh, well just add some water and don't give him quite the amount mentioned earlier"

"Grand" Cell flew off towards a large crevice in a mountain.

Frieza's only thoughts were. Why is he doing that. He didn't find out till after Cell came back, about a month later, and the crevice was sealed off. Meanwhile Cell was taking control and soon had gotten King Yemma to get Goku Back in the living world, as well as himself.

Gohan was sleeping. Just a few days had passed since he had beaten Cell, and thanks to Dende's healing powers he was already healed. He woke up to crunching branches outside his window. After checking outside and seeing nothing, Gohan heard his mom scream for him. He raced in and saw Goku standing in the middle of the room With Chi-Chi hugging him. Gohan smiled deciding to talk to Goku later about why he was alive and walked into his room to read one of the few books he was reading for pleasure. After a few minutes something rushed up behind him shoving a vial into his open mouth, but not pouring the liquid in.

"Do not scream or move, I will move you, if you power up this goes down your throat and then you won't be able to do anything. Come" Gohan was walked to the window, were his captor picked him up and flew. After about five minutes the liquid was poured down Gohan's throat, even though Gohan had done just as he was told. Gohan went
unconscious. He never couldn't figure out who his captor was, because the smell had been masked and the voice was changed, even if it did sound remotely familiar.

Cell then took off toward the Son house for the second time that day. Goku was looking for Gohan in his room. Cell appeared behind him, sedating Goku and knocking him unconscious within seconds. He appeared in the house and chained up Goku too. Gohan was unconscious on the ground, clad in only his boxers. His arms were chained to the floor by shackles with about a foot of chain till they connected at the floor.

Gohan woke with a start, completely unable to move and clad only in his underwear. An unknown figure on top of him, the mans eyes glazed over like he didn't see anything. Gohan tried to move but the chains and the weight of the man kept him down.

I know this face, he thought, he wouldn't hurt me. He must be here to save me. Wait, what is going on … Dad… what NO STOP PLEASE NOOOOOOO.

Gohan woke with a shock. The sixteen-year-old look around the room, covered in sweat from the nightmare he'd just had. He stood up, looking at his 5-year old brother in the other bed. Gohan walked into the hall, hearing his dad snore in the main bedroom. He stiffened and walked quickly to the kitchen. Once he had a glass of water in his had he sat down in a chair, shaking. Why can't I stop dreaming about that, it is not like Dad would ever do such a thing. But It wont get out of my dreams. Gohan spent the next hour crying softly, though he wasn't sure why. He never was sure. Not anymore.