Chapter Two: Piccolo's POV

I knew I shouldn't have read anything from the leather bounded book or give into Vegeta's demand to even look in it. The hurt and shame in his eyes when he took the book back was clear that he wasn't ready to share what was in the book and that whatever was in it brought him great shame. So much so that he couldn't tell anyone about it. 'Gohan...I'm sorry...I shouldn't have betrayed your trust and read your journal on you or give into Vegeta's promptings to' I said hoping he could hear me and would talk back to me. I knew he was stressed about something but what it was I'm not really sure.

'It's fine, don't worry about it, you didn't know it was my journal till after I said something about it' he said back but the pain was clear in his voice that it had really hurt the boy and yet his energy was so erratic that it worried me that there was really something wrong with him. I was about to ask Vegeta to explain more about the saiyan race when Bulma walked into the room.

"For Dende's sake, I'm surprised that boy can even wake up let alone move..." Bulma said to herself as she looked over the page in her hand. Both Vegeta and I looked at her waiting for her to fill us in on what's wrong with Gohan. "He has enough tranquilizers in his system to kill a horse, not to mention the morphine, oxicoatin, and other house hold poison's floating in his blood. I also a DNA scan on the blood and there was something that didn't really look right so I compared it to Trunks', Goten's and Vegeta's blood and noticed it was in Goten's and Vegeta blood as well. Want to fill us in on what it might be Vegeta?" She asked. I didn't know what to say as I took the sheet from her hand to look it over. The test didn't lie he had enough poison in his system to kill a small army.

"So their transfer male's like I am, what's the problem?" he asked forgetting that we had no idea what he was talking. He sighed noticing the question looks we were giving him. "On Planet Vegeta, it was rare for females to be born, so much so that for every one female that was born there where twenty male's. The race evolved with a sub male class know as the transfer males. They like females can carry children to full term and birth them however transfer males can also increase the power of the male their mated to but mating was rarely done on Planet Vegeta since it could kill both side just to perform the mating ritual." He said like it was no big deal. Bulma looked pale as she took a seat trying to let it all soak in. I left the page on the table before getting up and heading outside.

I stood by the now closed back door watching Gohan feverishly write in the leather bounded book. I walked over to the other chair and sat down to meditate what he wrote. I didn't bother to ask him what he was writing. "I guess you think I'm a freak now..." he asked softly. I didn't think he could hear us then I noticed the window was open and the kitchen was next to the room with the open window. We could clearly hear Bulma and Vegeta talk about the news he just shared.

"You're not a freak Gohan. If you where what would that make me?" I asked logically. He couldn't help that his father was an alien any more then I could help being one. I felt his eyes on me. I always knew because whatever part of my body he was looking at it felt an electrical current running through it. I couldn't describe how it made me really feel about it just that I wanted more of it though I knew it was a line that I shouldn't cross with Gohan, even if he's only four years younger than me.

"A hero, someone to be admired and worshiped for all the things you've done for this planet" he whispered as his eyes left me. I opened my eyes to look at him. I never told him that it was something that I wanted even when I was the Demon king; to be admired and worshiped not feared and obeyed through that fear. He sounded so sincere about it and yet it hurt him so much to say it.

"Gohan, who was it that you dreamt of that night, obviously it's bugging you even now. I promise I won't laugh or think of you any differently." I said, causing a tear to fall from his eye that was almost covered by his hair. I reached over to wipe the tear away. I wasn't big on showing affection but at the moment the boy needed someone to show him that he was needed as more than a tool to blame Goku's death on.

"It was you I dreamt of; who pinned me to the earth and made love to me in that dream. I woke up nearly screaming your name that morning not wanting it to end and yeah I lied when I said it meant nothing to me..." he whispered as he pulled away from my hand as if it hurt him to be touched by me. Now I knew why it hurt him to hear me said I wouldn't think differently of him, he wanted me to. He wanted me to be in love with him and to take his loneliness away. I didn't know what to say. He was my first real friend and only now; after 11 years of knowing the kid and watching him grow up did it take me to admit that. I don't even know if I'm capable of the love he wanted from me.

"Gohan...I-"

"Don't, please. I know what you're going to say. That you think as me as a friend; as one of you only friends but you don't love me and even if you did it would be wrong for a teacher to be with their student. I get it, it's all I've thought about for a year now." He took the words from my mouth. I didn't say anything to him. I couldn't. I didn't know how to. I just closed my eyes and tried to meditate as the boy did whatever it was that took his mind off what we were just talking about.

Meditation eluded me though. I couldn't take my mind off the part of the entry I read. I wanted to know how his dream went. I also wanted to know what it was like to have him moan out my name in pure bliss. Shaking my head, trying to clear the thoughts from my head, I opened my eyes to notice that he was holding the leather bound book towards me open. I took it and noticed it was the page I have been readying before he took it from me. He nodded at me to keep reading but not aloud. I nodded back and looked at the page as if to remember it so that it could last me a life time.

Last night I had a dream that made me question something about myself. The dream started off with me standing on the edge of a cliff staring up at the stars before feeling a pair of arms wrap around me, pulling me towards a pool of warmth. I can't help the smile that spreads across my face and my blood from burning through my body. Breathing in the earthly scent of a desert and rain that's warped around me, pulling forth a moan from my parted lips; causing me to know who's holding me.

I know it's wrong but I couldn't stop myself from turning in the hold and looking up into their dark eyes that inched ever closer to me. Everything slowed down as a pair of lips touched mine causing me to gasp and cling to him, not wanting to lose the feelings he caused in me or the feelings of being needed for once. I felt myself reach up and cup both sides of his face as he slowly laid me back onto the ground without breaking the mind numbing kiss. A faint whimper of disappointment rang out only to get a chuckle from him as he broke the kiss.

In the moon light he looked like a shadow though I knew he wasn't one. The feel of his strong hands gently removed my hands from him, pinning them effortlessly above my head with one hand. As he kissed his way from my lips down my chin to my neck favouring my left side at the spot where my neck met my shoulder, I never knew how much that one point would arouse me, leaving me unable to form a thought let alone do anything besides moan beneath him, withering in pleasure. I arched into him as his teeth scrapped along the spot, causing our arousals brush together gaining a growl of approval from him that set my blood on fire. All I could think about is getting us out of our cloths and getting closer to him.

Before I knew that happened his shirt was off and tied around my wrists keeping them from moving without him knowing it. he tore open my shirt before exploring my bare chest, his chest brushed against my stomach so lightly that I wasn't sure that he even toughed me beside's were his mouth was latched onto one of my nipples sucking on it and nipping at it causing it to pebble under his administrations on the tender flesh before repeating the actions to the other one.

I heard a voice begging for more. It was deep and full of lust but in a way I knew it was coming from me. He smirked against my skin before he pulled the pants off my body, giving him a full view of my body. I shivered as I felt him look over my body, my cheeks heated up. I started to doubt that I could bring him pleasure. The thought left me as I felt a large rough hand wrap around my weeping member and pumped it once causing me to scream his name and gaining another growl of approval from him that only added to the delirious pleasure flowing though my body.

I felt him put three fingers in my mouth and told me to suck them. I did as he ask only I took it upon myself to suck them as if I was sucking his member. I felt dizzy and the yet my body felt like it was going to explode. Just before it could happen he left go of my member and removed his fingers. I whimpered shaking my head trying to cool my body down but hearing his chuckle only made me burn hotter. I felt his lips press against mine as one of the wet finger pushing into my body. It didn't hurt but it was uncomfortable. I heard him whispered something in my ear but I didn't hear what he said. I just felt his finger mimicking intercourse before a second finger joined the first bringing slight pain that caused me to gasp into the kiss.

He moved back to the spot on my neck as his hand wrapped around my member again pumping it. I didn't even notice that he had added the third finger. I felt like I was going to explode again when he pulled his fingers out of me and let go of my member leaving me whimpering in near blinding bliss and pain for being held on the brink for so long. I couldn't stop him from rolling me over on to my stomach then pulled my hips up and back so that I was resting on my knees and forearms. He spread my legs apart. I felt the thick head of his member brush against my entrance as he leaned over me whispering into my ear again. I felt him hold my hips up as he slowly pushing into my body. The pain was so intense that I ended up biting into my left arm to keep from screaming from the pain and yet in some twisted way it felt so good, so...right. He didn't take time to pause for me to get use to the feel but it was a slow light tempo that was set. Slowly the pain subsided and he increased the tempo and intensity of the pace increased.

I couldn't stop myself from moaning and making all sorts of noises but they all seem to fail in comparison to the noise I made what he hit something inside of me that made everything I felt this far seem like it was nothing. As he hit it again he grabbed my member and started to pumping it again in time with his thrust. It only to two more of his thrust before I was on the brink of exploding when he bit into my neck causing both our bodies over the brinks. Before I could find out what happened in the dream I had woken up, moaning his name into the pillow trying to muffle the sound as I came over the sheets and my stomach. I laid there for close to an hour trying to calm my body down and regain my mind from the dream, even though it depressed me, knowing it was just a dream of a forbidden love that could never be.

I didn't know what to say. I felt so hot and yet when the breeze picked up, it felt so cold against my skin. I closed the book and looked over at Gohan who didn't move. I wasn't sure he was even breathing. "Gohan..." he tensed. I knew why, my voice was so airy that it almost sounded like I had growled. I didn't know how much it affected him till I read it in his journal. "I'm sorry; I can't give you what you need. As you put it, it's a forbidden love, it would be best if you put it behind you and move on with your life." I said to him as I put the journal in his hands before I head back into the house, stealing myself, knowing that I broke his heart and the tears that had slipped from his eyes. It felt like my own heart break with his as I walked away from him and what could have been between us.