Disclaimer: I unfortunately, do NOT own Piccolo... or Gohan... or any Dragonballs... or anything DBZ Universe related...It's all Akira Toriyama's... though a friend of mine sent me a really cute Cooler model from Japan... hehe makes Cooler dance
I'm in a mood lately... I've been a sucker for a good yaoi recently. Unfortunately... I haven't found many... and of the good ones I have found, none of those were of one of my all time favorite ships... Piccohan. So Now I sit with my laptop opened at a 90 on my knees propped up as I lean against my pillow at 12:07am ready to write so good old-fashioned boy-loves-boy smut. ...writers block. Just kidding. I'll start with a word. The one word that inspired the plot of the forthcoming fic.
Chapter 1
Death
A word Gohan knew only too well. He had seen it many times. His father, his friends, and even his mentor, he had seen all of them die before. Enemies and family alike were nothing to Death. It came and claimed who it wanted, when it wanted, and no amount of begging, pleading, or crying could stop it. However, fortunately for the young Sayin, Death was never a permanent condition, one would die, and he would set out on a quest to find the Dragon Balls, then once gathered he would summon the Eternal Dragon, make his wish, and have everyone back.
Goku was dead. He wanted it that way. Chi Chi never got over it, but she went about her life as usual, tending to the ever growing appetite of her teenage son. Gohan had finished school, and left, returning to his mother and younger sibling. He knew it was important to make sure Earth's defenses remained strong and was willing to sacrifice a few years until Trunks and Goten were up to par. So no one was really questioned it when he sought out Piccolo to begin training again.
"No, Gohan." Gohan glared at his Sensei defiantly. "Why not?!" He demanded, his voice a bit of a growl. No longer a boy, Gohan had grown into a young man, he had reached the slim, muscular build of one in his early twenties, and with his frame came a voice and temperment to match. The Namekian cocked an eyebrow. "I thought my answer would have been obvious." He was still taller than his pupil, but now only by perhaps a foot, rather than twice his height like he had been when Gohan was younger. "Obviously not." Gohan sneered, curling his upper lip in the process. Piccolo shook his head. "I'm not having this conversation with you." He turned to leave and was stopped just as abruptly by Gohan's fierce grip on his wrist. "Well then, If you aren't going to talk, you'll just have to listen." Gohan paused for a moment, shocked by his own actions. Piccolo stared awestuck. Wind passed through the ravine behind them, far down from the cliff they stood on. Gohan shook his head mentally, deciding it was too late to take anything back. "I..." He hesitated and Piccolo shrunk back a bit, unable to place the tone in Gohan's voice. Gohan felt his mentors discomfort and hurridly gathered his courage. "It's not fair. You think just because YOU aren't human that you don't have to be subject to anyones feelings. You think just because YOU aren't human, you can say those things to people and get away with it. I don't care anymore, what you THINK. I'm tired of you always telling me no. You're selfish and greedy, you know that?" Gohan paused for a split second at the look of welling anger on his captives face before continuing. "You keep telling everyone that you don't care about anyone or anything, even though we both know you're lying. You swear that you're only training me to help strengthen Earth's defenses. You're a liar. If you didn't care about anything you wouldn't care about this planet either. You know how I feel and you ignore me, my words, my feelings, everything. You think if you ignore something long enough it'll just go away. You're stupid and more than anything You're a coward, Piccolo." Gohan screamed the last bit and Piccolo's eyes widened in shock as his words filled the air. A loud smack followed, reverberating in the woods infront of them and through the ravine below. Gohan release Piccolo's captive wrist and nursed the red spot on his cheek. "Don't EVER speak to me again." The Namekian turned and flew off as his young ex-pupil crumpled to the ground sobbing.
It was dark when Gohan finally roused himself from the slumber he had cried into. He sat up groggily, shaking his head and cursing his weakness. "Damned Namek." He stood and groaned as he stretched, completely unaware at the pair of eyes staring at him from high in a tree, sheilded by branches and leaves. The oblivious Gohan continued to mutter to himself. "...Can't even acknowledge it... WON'T acknowledge it... doesn't care... I don't care, it's not as if they'd be shocked." He paused remembering the taller mans words. 'I thought it would be obvious.' Had Gohan not been so angry at his apparent rejection, he would have noticed the aggravated smirk adorning the Namek's lips. "If it was so obvious... why would I have asked?" Gohan sighed vehemently, kicked a stone off of the cliff, into the deep ravine below and powered to super sayin all in one fluid movement. His platinum blonde hair danced and shimmered in the moon light. Blue-green eyes sparkling like oceans as they darted back and forth across the scenery. He sat, grumbling and rested his head on his knees. "It's to nice a night to be so quiet. I should be sharing this with - " He cut himself short remembering how his last invite to Piccolo had ended. His cheek had stopped hurting ages ago, and the redness and swelling had disappeared in his sleep, but he knew he would never forget the sound, or the feeling of Piccolo's hand stinging his face. He shook his head in frustration, clearing the offending thoughts from his head. "Get outta my head, you stupid Namek..." He hoisted himself off the ground and jumped into the air flying towards his house far in the distance. As soon as he was out of earshot from the cliff a laugh filled the surroundings and for the first time in ages, Piccolo smiled.