*disclaimer i own nothing :)

*authors note: if you dont like yaoi, dont read this. Furthermore if you dont like male/male, male/hermaphroditic relationships, or mpreg, dont read this. otherwise, it's rated mature for a reason.

Found Wanting

I knocked back the shot glass of Bacardi 151 and shivered at the delightful burn that spread through my body. Work had been hell today; we'd lost two patients, both in emergency surgery. One had multiple shot wounds to the torso, and the other had been life-flighted in due to a heart attack, an elderly man. I always felt a sense of failure when this happened, even though it was few and far between that these things happened. My job was high stress but I enjoyed it, I reveled in it, it made my mind sharp and focused so that I didn't have to think too much when I was alone.

The bar I always frequented didn't know much about me and I preferred it that way. No one needed to know what I did for a living, and they didn't know that one of the most famous doctors in the world was a lonely sap who lived a few blocks away in the seedy part of town in a tiny run-down apartment. I could have afforded better and my mother pushed me towards greatness, but I liked the simple living that a small apartment afforded. I kept it clean and that went a long way in making it livable. Sighing I stood up and shrugged on my coat, grimacing when the cold air hit my face as I stepped outside. I had thrown the money on the counter before leaving like I always did and turned down the usual alleyway that was a shortcut to my apartment. Sidestepping the overflowing waste receptacle I stopped short as I came upon a mugging scene. I stepped into the shadows and observed what was going on before making a split second decision; I needed to take them out. Three against one, and the man on the ground was about to pass out.

I rushed forward and knocked the first offender out with a single hit to the head, he fell like a sack of bricks and I was onto the next one before he even knew what was happening. I kicked his legs out from under him and broke his wrist before effectively knocking him out, which lead to the third one, who by this time knew I was there and was in a stance that implied he actually knew what he was doing. He was clad in a black leather jacket and a skull mask covering the lower half of his face, black hair swept back with red eyeliner rimming his eyes. I rolled my eyes and got into a defensive stance, and we eyed each other like lions stalking their prey. The man on the ground coughed and looked up at us, and it was then I recognized that telling lavender hair; this was the son of the one and only Bulma Briefs, heiress of Capsule Corporations and Prince Vegeta, the Saiyan that had come to our planet with a small retinue of others a long time ago. I had never met them personally, but Trunks Briefs had been on the news a lot lately because of some scandal involving him coming out as homosexual. People were so close minded anymore.

The other fighter rushed me and nearly caught me off guard as his fist went sailing towards my face. I dodged at the last second and turned my body so that I was beneath him and to the side a little and slammed both fists into his stomach, knocking him back several feet. He narrowed his eyes at me rushed me again, and we fell into a rhythm of punching and kicking, our breathing coming out evenly; we both knew what we were doing. However, it had been a while since I had had an actual fight instead of just training, and he was slowly gaining on me. I didn't really want to ascend to Super Saiyan because that would alert the other Z Senshi across the globe that something was going on, however this guy had to have been on some type of drugs that enabled him to fight longer and harder than any normal human. Growling, he ripped off his mask and I stared in horror at the sight that greeted me; in lieu of a mouth there was heavy scarring on the entire bottom half of his face, twisted and grotesque and bright pink in colouring. He shouted some bizarre wording at me and then took off running, and I thanked my lucky stars for that. Sighing, I turned around to help Trunks Briefs up, and he took the hand greatfully.

"Man, thanks a lot. I was real worried there for a second." I paused but then accepted the praise. It was odd that the son of Vegeta didn't know how to fight, but I decided not to go there.

"It was nothing, don't mention it."

"How can I repay you? Please, I have to repay you somehow. I believe in Karma tenfold, being a Buddhist and all."

"You're Buddhist? I have a close friend who's a Buddhist monk." I mused aloud, and he nodded enthusiastically. I never thought that the son of the most influential family in the world would be so…happy.

"Mhmm, so you probably understand the whole Karma thing…please, I take it very seriously. My father also wouldn't want me to stay indebted to someone, so…how can I repay you for helping me out?" I sighed heavily; the teen would just not let up on it.

"Uh…really, just your gratitude is enough, honestly. I'm…kind of well off so I really don't need anything, I wouldn't ask for anything for saving someone anyways…" I trailed off and rubbed the back of my head Son' style awkwardly, laughing nervously.

"Well…can I at least make sure you get home alright?" I laughed at that.

"Wow, you don't let up. Alright alright, but then how would I know that you got home alright?"

"Oh…uh, I have my…shit, I don't have my cellphone. That guy took it." I looked around and started walking, tugging on his arm for him to follow me, and we started off towards my apartment.

"Here, I'll let you stay the night at my house and you can use my phone in the morning to call someone to come get you. How is that for repayment?"

"But that's you helping me more…you have to think of something better. Tell me, what's your name?" I paused when he asked that, and looked into his open and guileless face. The kid was an innocent, and the very idea that I, a 27 year old, was now considering teenagers children was telling on how old I felt. Ugh.

"I'm Gohan. Son Gohan." I stated simply, and he gasped in recognition.

"The doctor?" I forgot that the world didn't know that it was I who defeated Cell still.

"Er…yes, actually, I am a doctor." I mumbled to myself and he started chattering on reminding me irresistibly of my younger brother Goten. I smiled to myself when I thought of him. I would be getting to see him in a few days and I was pretty excited about it. I didn't get to see my family very often since my mother lived in the mountains and was a queen, and my father lived quietly with his mate also up in the mountains. Goten was turning 18 soon so he would likely be moving to the city and I would likely be keeping very close tabs on him. He would probably be moving in with me which meant I would have to get a bigger apartment. Yeesh, the things you did for family. Not that I minded though, it would give me something to look forward to each day, and maybe I wouldn't be so lonely anymore. The teen beside me quieted down a little bit when we got inside the apartment building since it was late and curfew was in effect. We walked down the peeling white hallways down to the gated elevator and I opened it with my key before punching in the number 3 and we got in. The elevator was slow and loud as it clattered upwards to the third floor, the light inside flickering every so often. He kept quiet when we arrived at the brown door with a tarnished brass number naming it apartment number thirty seven. I pushed my key into the lock and flicked on the light, allowing him entrance before I looked around and shut the door behind us, nearly jumping out of my shoes at the deep baritone voice that came from over by the kitchen that was still in darkness.

"I was wondering who was with you."

"Piccolo?" I asked incredulously, and Trunks was looking from me to the dark kitchen confused. I motioned for him to go on into the living room and told him to make himself comfortable and he did after only a brief moment of hesitation. I'd just saved his life; I could handle any intruder in my house. I turned on the kitchen light and my heart fluttered at the tall Namek leaning casually against my counter.

"Gohan." He replied evenly, and I threw my arms around his neck in a tight hug. I hadn't seen him in several months, and he looked tired but slightly amused to see me. He was wearing some loose fitting jeans and a grey tee, but he seemed slightly different. Worn out. I leaned back so I could look at him properly and his hands slowly moved to hold on to my waist and we stood like that for awhile.

"I…this is a surprise!" I said joyously, my loneliness evaporating with every second that he was here. Though if I was truthful, it had started evaporating when Trunks and I were walking back to my house.

"I thought I told you that you needed to get a different apartment. I don't like you living here." He frowned at me, and I went to pull away but his grip tightened, forcing me stay put. My hands dropped to his chest and my breath hitched, but I still pouted at his words.

"I like it here, and besides no one would ever think to look for me here." I argued.

"It's the seedy part of town Gohan, get real." I rolled my eyes and his hand gripped my face tightly.

"Roll your eyes at me again, and I'll make you beg for mercy." He leaned in close and I couldn't help the shudder that run up my spine in ecstasy at the thought.

"Actually, if he didn't live here, I probably wouldn't be alive right now." Trunks voice cut across us Piccolo slowly lowered his hand from my face, turning me around and holding me around my waist possessively. Trunks was looking at the way Piccolo was holding on to me, and decided that he liked what he saw because he raised an eyebrow at me. I blushed and started spluttering out an introduction.

"Trunks, this is Piccolo. Pic, this is Trunks Briefs. I, uh, saved his life a few minutes ago."

"The son of Vegeta and Bulma Briefs needed saving?" Piccolo muttered to the room at large, and Trunks shrugged, not put off by Pic's grumpy demeanor.

"I'm a Buddhist, so I refuse to hurt any living thing. I'm very greatful for Gohan, and I will repay him however he sees fit."

"I told you, just stay the night and call someone in the morning."

"Gohan, I don't think you know how repayment works." Piccolo nipped the top of my earlobe and I jumped slightly, surprised as ever at how bold he was with me. Maybe it was because we went for long periods of time without seeing each other, or maybe it was because I was so shy and humble, but Piccolo brought out a side of me that I never showed anyone else. My blatant sexual need was starting to creep up and I forced it down, refusing to embarrass myself in front of Trunks whom I was beginning to think of as a friend.

"He really doesn't," Trunks nodded his head in agreement, and I reached down and pulled Piccolo's hands apart from where they were clasped across my stomach.

"Alright you two, quit ganging up on me. Are you hungry Trunks?" I asked him and moved away from Piccolo so that he couldn't distract me again. He looked startled but then looked down as his stomach growled loudly at the mention of food. I laughed and opened my fridge and set about preparing food, Trunks meanwhile chatting good naturedly with Piccolo, who for his part at least would nod or grunt when asked a question. He wasn't a man of very many words, until you got alone with him. And unless he knew you very well, then he would keep his words to himself. I started cooking some spaghetti, dicing up the ingredients for the sauce whilst setting the water to boil for the noodles. Spaghetti was easy to make a lot of and fast to cook, so in no time at all the sauce was simmering and the noodles were nearly done.

"Pic, are you staying the night?" I asked nonchalantly, hoping he would say yes. I turned my head to look at him as he walked over to stand by the counter next to the stove and saw him nod. Trunks meanwhile was still chattering on and I smiled. The night had turned out much better than I had expected and I was quite pleased with myself for making Piccolo wait so long. I knew I would get it sooner or later, but for the while the tension between us was sizzling and I knew the longer he waited the rougher he'd be. I couldn't contain the shiver that ran up my spine at the thought and nearly spilled the sauce onto myself instead of into the bowl due to my not paying attention. His hand shot out and kept it from splattering me, and I gasped at the near disaster.

"What?" Trunks asked, clueless. I smiled at him and I told him that dinner was ready, even though it was late. I glanced at the clock and noticed it was about eleven thirty, greatful that I didn't have to work the next day. I started setting the table, Trunks watching me with interest, and I pulled Piccolo down into one of the chairs next to me.

"Bon appetite," I smiled and gestured for him to dig in. He did so with gusto, nearly reminding me of my father before I realized the boy was half Saiyan like I was. My smile grew wider and I leaned back in my seat, the stress of the day gone.

When he was done eating, I rounded up the dishes and put them all in the dishwasher, starting it before I turned around to face Trunks who was yawning. Piccolo had disappeared into the bedroom and I shivered thinking about what I would walk into.

"Here, help me pull out this hidabed," I asked him and we got him set up there on the couch. I handed him the remote to the television and told him he could watch whatever he wanted as long as he kept the volume low. He nodded sleepily and I turned around so that he could get undressed and walked into my room, shutting the door behind me softly. I made it maybe two steps before I was grabbed and pushed onto the bed roughly, and I barely contained the wanting moan that escaped my lips.

"You made me wait."

"He was hungry, Pic, I couldn't let him starve." I gasped as he ground his hard-on against my ass and he reached around and tied my wrists with the black scarf we used. He didn't say anything to that. Instead, I felt him move me so that I was lying on my forearms and grinned when he but the blindfold on me. Kami, but I'd missed him. He slowly tugged my pants down and growled low in his throat when he saw the grey boxers underneath…his boxers that I'd secreted away from him.

"Gohan. You've been naughty." He whispered hoarsely and a little moan escaped my mouth as he raked his nails lightly over my thighs, playing with the hem of the shorts. Usually I would have stayed submissive, but I was irritated because he'd been gone so long from me and I'd ached for him.

"Piccolo," I gasped when he smacked my ass and I spread my legs a little wider, wanting him, needing him. He yanked the shorts down and tugged everything off of me, pushing my shirt up to my chest. He played with my nipples, tweaking them before running his hands back down my stomach muscles and lower to my hip bones, his touch light and expert. We'd been doing this for a long time, and he knew exactly how I liked to be touched. I felt his mouth kissing my tail scar, and I gasped in pleasure when he licked it, going lower to the area in between my cheeks. He bit my flesh, hard. I cried out into the pillow, the sound muffled, but wanting. He reached around and lightly ran his fingertips along my raging erection, and whispered

"Do you want this?" I tried thrusting into his hand but his grip on my hip kept me from moving too much.

"Uhn…p-please…" I moaned out, and shivered in delight when he grasped me and started pumping me with his hand. Simultaneously he moved his mouth to my ass and started kissing the very middle, his tongue flitting around the tight ring of muscle there before poking inside. I groaned and shifted my hips so his tongue went further inside me, and he growled. It'd been awhile since I'd even touched myself, so I was truly moments away from exploding onto the sheets. He sensed this and slowed down his hand movement, causing me to want to cry in frustration as I bucked my hips. He gripped my thigh tightly with one hand and continued eating me out, my breathing erratic and hot.

"P-piccolo…please…" I whined, needing him inside me more and more with each passing moment. He finally took his mouth away from my ass and then I felt his slender pink cock at my entrance. He pushed inside of me slowly at first, letting me get used to his hardness inside of me, and when he felt I was ready he pulled out until he was almost completely out and then slammed into me. I saw stars as he finally started fucking me hard and fast, and the bed creaked under us in complaint. His hips were slamming into my ass, his cock pistoning in and out of me and I became a moaning mess, the pillow barely containing my cries of pleasure. He leaned over me and whispered into my ear if I was ready to take his load, and I nearly sobbed out a yes. He reached around to pump my orgasm out of me, and when I came I felt him release inside of me with a throaty growl. The night was far from over though. Panting, I felt him pull out and he moved me so that I was now straddling his lap. He took off the blindfold so I could look at him and he issued one simple command:

"Ride me." I was more than happy to comply as I felt him position himself at my entrance once more. Namekians were infamous for being able to last just as long if not longer than Saiyans could.

"Oh my gods, Piccolo." I gasped as he thrust upward into me, and I started moving my hips in time with his thrusts. He put his hands behind his head and I moaned as I got lost in the pleasure that was just him and I, alone. He seemed content to let me ride him into oblivion, so I was surprised when he grabbed my bound hands and forced me forwards onto his chest. He reached down and grabbed my hips and finished us both by thrusting into me, my dick rubbing against our stomachs and exploding all over our skin with nowhere else to go as he came once more inside me with a groan. We paused, panting and rested for a moment or so before he flipped me onto my back and pushed my knees up to my chest. I was so tired, not used to doing this since it had been a long time for us, and I could sense it in him that he only had one more round in him truly before he gave it up for the night. I reached up clumsily to touch his face and he finally untied my hands so that I could hold him.

"Uhnnn…ah…Pic…colo…"I gasped out as he rammed into me once more. My knees were hooked around his shoulders and I arched my back into him as he picked up the pace. Gods I was getting the fuck of my life and enjoying every second of it.

"Gohan," he finally moaned my name instead of growled it, and took us to our last climax together. After he came he thrust one last time before pulling out, hissing at the now tender feel of my tight ass pressing on his penis. We stayed there like that with my legs around his shoulders just panting, getting our breath back and I reached up caressed his beautiful angular face.

"I should be the one touching you like that," he said in a husky voice. He always calmed down after sex and I viewed his glorious body as he kneeled above me, his body relaxing during the come down. I slowly unhooked my legs but kept them splayed on either side of him, and he leaned down to kiss me. He was hesitant at first, not used to the romancing side of things as that was my area of expertise, but when I opened my mouth to him he took initiative and we started making out hungrily, needing the closeness of each other. I was so emotional right now that tears were gathering at the corners of my eyes and leaking out down my cheeks and he pulled away quickly when he realized I was crying.

"Gohan, did I hurt you?" he asked me solemnly.

"Huh? Oh," I sat up as he pulled back to sit on his knees, reaching out to touch my face as I wiped at the tears to no avail since more kept coming.

"I'm just really emotional right now." He got up off the bed and tugged on my arm signaling to follow him into the bathroom and he started running hot water for a bath. My bathtub could only fit one person laying down or two people if they were sitting on each other, so he got in first and then helped me step in to sit in his lap. I leaned back against his chest and sighed as he absentmindedly swished the hot water around us. It was the moments after sex that I cherished more than anything, when he laid himself bare to me and showed me who he really was. I was able to contain the sobs that were racking my chest and he nuzzled my hair, the connection between us deepening at the action.

"Promise I didn't hurt you?" he asked me again in a low voice, concerned. I nodded.

"I promise, Pic. You didn't hurt me. I was out of my mind in bliss." I felt more than saw him smile against my neck as he kissed it and he reached for the loofa so that he could start scrubbing my chest and back.

"You don't have to do that, Pic." I murmured, but he gave me a noncommittal grunt and continued washing me off.

"I want to. Now, hush and let me care for you." I smiled and let him wash me off then felt him do the same to himself though a lot hastier. He wanted me to stand up and I was initially confused but then understood when he drained the bath water and started a shower. The hot water did wonders in calming me down, and he pushed me up against the wall and leaned down, brushing his plush lips against mine. I reached up and put my arms around his neck, my eyes lidding as we slowly started making out as the hot water cascaded around us. His tongue slipped in between my lips and I opened my mouth to him, deepening the kiss once more, our breaths mingling hotly. We stayed there for a long time, until the water ran cold, and then got out. He wrapped me into my fluffy white robe and put on his own plain black one that was more like a towel material than mine and we slipped into bed, taking off the soiled blanket and grabbing a clean one in the process. He opened his arms to me and I snuggle up against him, falling asleep fast and stayed asleep, blissfully. I didn't dream at all that night.