The Torment 20: Getting Back Together
Disclaimer: Dragon Ball Z belongs to Akira Toriyama, and Ranma ½ belongs to someone other than me, and I make no profit save amusement from this story.
Chi-Chi had
been grocery shopping and visiting Bulma that afternoon, and was late coming
home. She was humming a tune, hoping that the boys wouldn't be too angry with
her for being so late, and was happy with all she had managed to get.
Boy, was
she surprised when she got home.
The lights
were off. That was her first clue that something was wrong. With two boys and a
husband who didn't act his age, the noise level tended to reach near chaotic
proportions.
Then she
walked in.
The scream
rocked the entire area for miles around.
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"Piccolo,
is there something wrong?" Goku asked, seeing the green Namek wince, his
sensitive hearing picking up Chi-Chi's scream.
"I think
Chi-Chi made I home."
"Oh."
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"Hey,
Chi-Chi, we're back!" shouted Goku as they entered the trashed house, with
Gohan unconscious over his shoulder.
Piccolo was
holding Imp in an almost-death grip. He was so relieved to have his daughter
safe!
The
expression on Chi-Chi's face was priceless, as they walked in on her. There was
a sheet of paper clutched in her hand, and Goku gave a sigh of relief. He had
hoped that the boys would leave a note, and apparently they did.
Imp
giggled, seeing her handiwork from earlier.
The note
that Chi-Chi had read said something about Gohan, Piccolo and Goku going to
fight someone who had kidnapped Imp. Since she adored the baby, Chi-Chi had
started worrying.
"Oh, baby,
are you okay?" she wailed, seeing Imp wrapped protectively in Piccolo's arms.
She rushed over and started examining her, and looked up at Piccolo
questioning.
He gently
handed the girl to him, and Chi-Chi hugged her hard. Then she started to babble
baby talk.
Goku
smiled. "I knew you liked your granddaughter," he said softly, and Chi-Chi
looked up at him, confused.
"Granddaughter?"
"I'll tell
you in a bit. Right now, lets let Piccolo take care of Gohan. He got a bump to
the head, and then we'll head over to CC for the night."
Chi-Chi
looked like she was about to protest, when Goku shook his head. Without asking
her, he scooped her up, while she still held Imp-chan, and they flew off.
This left
Piccolo with Gohan, and he cradled him gently in his arms.
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Piccolo
ministered to his head wound, which was really a large goose egg, nothing
serious.
This left
him with nothing to do for the rest of the night but watch Gohan. This drove
him nuts.
So, he
started to clean. Since Imp was at fault, so he had been told, it was his
responsibility. Considering what was coming out again, he needed to stay on
Chi-Chi's good side…
The morning
came slowly. The dawn inched across the bed, highlighting Gohan's legs, while
leaving the rest in shadow.
Piccolo had
stopped cleaning around midnight, and had fallen asleep at Gohan's feet.
Gohan had
been trained well, and the internal clock he had developed told him it was time
to rise and shine. Said internal clock had no respect for knocked noggins.
"Uuugh-" he
uttered, and rolled over. This woke Piccolo immediately, and he went to peer
into Gohan's face.
"Are you
alright?" he asked softly, his face inches from Gohan's. Gohan's eyes widened
to their widest, and his breathing shortened.
"I had the
strangest dream…" Gohan whispered, and then his eyes narrowed. Before Piccolo
could respond, he had grabbed Piccolo by the neck of his gi and was kissing him
passionately.
"Mmmph,"
Piccolo said eloquently, expressing what he could with his lips being crushed
my Gohan's
"Piccolo,"
Gohan told him when he came up for air, going SSJ and pulling him even tighter
to his chest. "If you ever do something this stupid again, like making me
forget with the Dragon Balls, and yes, I could guess how you did it, I will
take Imp away from you, and then kill you by bedding you to death. Do you
understand?" He looked directly into the black depths of his eyes, hammering
home what he felt mentally, along their link.
"I- Gohan,
I am so sorry…"
"Its over
with, and I could never be angry with you for long," Gohan said fiercely, into
his ear.
The scene
would have looked absurd to anyone who walked in, the giant green Namek sitting
in the lap of the human appearing youth. Yet you couldn't doubt it, the way
that Piccolo seemed to curl up on the bed next to him. Gohan held Piccolo, and
gently sifted through the memories, agonizing over the decision to wipe the
memories, and rejoicing when he found out that their child was alive, and being
born.
When he
came back to himself, tears were streaming down his cheeks, and he kept holding
onto Piccolo, rocking him gently.
Then the
heavy weight on his lap lightened suddenly, and Gohan found himself being
pinned backwards across his own bed, with Piccolo-chan forcing her tongue into
his mouth, exploring what had been almost forgotten.
"I missed
you Gohan," she whispered, then nipped her way down his throat, sucking at the
base of his neck, her hands sliding up and down his thighs.
Gohan was a
little flabbergasted.
Then he started
kissing back, and was really happy about it.
He pulled
at her gi top, jerking it roughly from her body, and started to rub her breasts
everywhere but her nipples. She gave him a look of loving annoyance, and
started the same sort of torture between his legs, dipping down, removing his
boxer shorts and kissing his inner thighs. Licking her way up, she avoided his
now rock hard member, and kissed right above it, causing his to jump.
Purring
deep in throat despite this, he grabbed her by the shoulders, and flipped her
beneath him, tugging her pants down, and started to kiss, lick and suck on her
nipples. Laughing huskily, she traced his muscles, followed by her mouth, and
then she went back to his neck, sucking hard.
Then with a
sudden jerk, she flipped him on back again, and straddled his waist, rubbing
her wet nether lips against his cock. Then she lowered herself, just barely
getting the head in, and pulled back up.
Gohan
groaned as she did this.
"You're
teasing me," he panted, and she smiled.
"You- bet-"
she gasped, barely able to keep from falling on him. Her strong hands locked on
his shoulders, keeping him pinned, even at SSJ, and she slowly pushed him a
little farther in with each thrust of her hips. Gohan did his best to meet her,
but he couldn't move. Then he blasted to SSJ2, grabbed her and pulled down
hard.
Piccolo-chan
screamed out her pleasure, back arching and digging her deep furrows in Gohan's
shoulders, which turned bloody.
To Gohan, the pain mixed with the pleasure,
increasing it, and he started to thrust faster, knowing only what he felt.
"Umm- gah,
harder," Piccolo-chan cried out, eyes clenched shut as she rode him. He filled
her up, and they both screamed as they came, Gohan's seed spurting into her,
and the warm juices of Piccolo-chan running down over him.
"I missed
this, as well," Piccolo-chan whispered in his ear, after falling forward,
gasping for air. Sweat dripped off her nose, and Gohan teasingly licked it off.
They both
giggled like children.
"Thank you,
Piccolo," Gohan murmured, rubbing her back, and gently pulling out of her.
"For what?"
"For loving
me, and a beautiful, if crazy daughter."
He didn't
have to look down to see Piccolo-chan smiling shyly with pride.
"She is the
best daughter in the world."
Gohan
grinned to himself, as the bright sunlight of morning shone over them.
"So, a
happy ending?" he asked her.
"No,"
Piccolo-chan answered. "A new beginning."
The end!
Sound I write a sequel story, about Imp? I was thinking
about doing that. Anyone interested?