The moment Gohan left Capsule Corp. he headed towards the usual place. The one that he'd run across four months ago after foiling a robbery as the Golden Fighter and taken refuge to prevent people he didn't know from learning who he was. The place where he'd met her. The love of his young life, and the first real girlfriend he'd ever had- Sieren Ikki. But he just liked to call her Siren. Mainly because that's what she had been to him.

An otherworldly siren.

Both in beauty and in presence. She was everything the young demi-saiyan could ever hope for and then some. She was like a drug to him, an addiction that he couldn't seem to get enough of. Which had more or less landed him in his present predicament of now being targeted by an organization of lunatics who were planning to use Siren to produce a child.

His child to be exact, and then kill him and her both so that they could raise the child to be whatever they wanted him/her to be. And it was because of this that Gohan had decided on several steps to free Siren. The first one was already accomplished. He'd known since last month when he'd gone to visit her home and spent a majority of the day and most of the evening fucking her into exhaustion.

Her scent had changed. Going from the nice floral scent that he was used to, to something that was a strange combination of his own scent (spices) and her own. The second part of his plan was to set up a place for her to live. And yeah, he'd practically lied to Bulma about where he would be setting the place up. But he didn't feel too badly about it since it was a protective measure against the organization.

The plan was to set the pace up close to both his father and Piccolo since the two had been living together since his dad and mom had separated, just before the Cell games. And though Goku had been dead for a few years, it hadn't stopped Piccolo from keeping an eye on the place. Much like Gohan and his father, the nemekian was comfortable there.

And when he was comfortable someplace a body would be hard pressed to get him to move for any reason. Which was great since it fell into line with Gohan's plans perfectly. He'd set the house up, get what he needed for Siren and their unborn child. And when he died he'd be leaving her in the protection of some of the strongest people on Earth.

She and their kid would be fine.

Finally after about an hour of flying, he reached his destination. A dome shaped brick building that was just a bit smaller than Capsule Corp. Perhaps due to the fact that they were Capsule Corp's competition. Beta Core. The company specialized in similar areas as Capsule Corp. with the exception of one or two things. One of which he knew was human experimentation. Another was brainwashing for military purposes... Making people sick for the sole purpose of curing them.

Descending slowly, Gohan aimed for the lone living quarters just a floor or two from the top floor, where there was a balcony and several small potted plants and of course the red fluttering curtains, indicating that the sliding glass door was still open despite how late it had become. Landing quietly on the balcony, Gohan moved swiftly past the fluttering curtains and stepped inside of the bedroom.

He stood there for a moment, his dark eyes scanning the pale blue and aqua walls before going to the bed. The bed that he and Siren had spent many hours mating on, his lips curving up in a small smile as he noted that Siren was curled up on the bed on her side. Her back to him. He must have been too late to catch her awake since her waist length dark hair was damp- possibly from bathing just a little while ago. And she was wearing one of the shirts that he had 'lost'.

Or so he had thought.

Walking over to the bed, he stood there for a moment just staring down at Siren appreciatively, watching her sleep. Then bent down so that he loomed over her and pressed his lips against the soft skin of her cheek while absently placing a hand over her stomach and kissed her temple before wrapping his arms around her and partially lifting her up off of the bed so that the could drag her into his lap. Once he had done that and had her settled comfortably where she could sleep in his arms without being disturbed, he nuzzled her hair, taking a deep breath so that he could check and make sure that her scent hadn't changed since last time.

And sure enough it hadn't.

The thrill of knowing what he had done to her made him shiver. He was going to be a father. It was such an unexpected occurrence, but not an altogether unwelcome one to the demi-sayian. Even with the knowledge that he would be leaving his lover and unborn child behind when he died.

Shifting Siren's slight body in his arms, he noted that there were needle markings and bandages around her throat and wrists and frowned. What the hell? He wondered as he lightly grasped one of Siren's arms in his hand and lifted it so that he could examine the bandages and any wounds he may find under them and took several moments to unwind the gauze from her wrist to find reddened and angry looking irritated skin that circled her wrist like a band all the way around.

There were two thick needle treks on polar opposites of her wrist hat were red and painful looking. Causing him to growl angrily before he quickly reigned in his temper and carefully rewrapped her wrist before lifting her hand to his lips and kissing her palm. "My poor girl..." He said so softly that his words were barely above a whisper. His lips moved against her skin as he repeated himself over and over until he choked, the dam inside of him finally burst and he started sobbing as he cried. "Just a little bit longer. That's all you have to wait, is just a little bit longer. Then I swear I'll save you-"