A/N: I don't own DBZ and I don't pretend to. This story is AU… So that gives me free range on how they behave. Be warned spelling and grammar mistakes will be found. ALWAYS! Another Warning, this is a Yaoi male/male coupling, also swearing. There is the mention of drugs rape and the list goes on …if you don't like don't read, no-one is making you. Rated R.
"A Saiyanjin Lullaby"
Chapter 4
It was early hours of the morning and Gohan was lying still, not wanting to move his restless friend who was snoring so loud he thought his ears were going to burst. He looked around the dark, unfamiliar room so different from his own. The compact room was all brown with hardly any other colour. Everything was pushed up hard against a wall for more room. The demi Saiyanjin could feel every lump in the mattress. He didn't want to be rude but he didn't see how this could work out. After everything he was already homesick, longing for his lover's arms to bring him in a tight hold, to be held.
A heavy sigh, Sharpener moved again, taking most of the blankets away from him. With most of the bed taken, the dark hair teen was reduced to the edge. Feeling uncomfortable and hearing that name be called over and over again, Gohan, for the life of him, couldn't remember Sharpener dating a Sharon. He made mental note to ask one of the girls tomorrow.
As he listened to the moans and pleas from the sleeping form he tried to edge his way off the bed only to have Sharpener bring him back. Wide eyed Gohan froze and then there it was again, that name. "SSharon… Oh… babyyyyy."
One of Sharpener's arms shifted and draped over his clothed chest. Panic set in as Gohan felt a leg slip up his thighs. The dark hair teen was feeling trapped. *Help* Gently he tried prying himself free without waking his friend and embarrassing them both. He was hoping to escape to the living room floor. It was looking very appealing to sleep on. He knew he didn't want this picture stuck in his mind for the rest of his life.
It was too much when a hand started to roam south. "Sharpener!" He called. Getting no response, Gohan shifted from beneath his friend.
"Oh baby yesss." Sharpener purred. Gohan eyes widened. He was praying to the gods above. *Dende get me out of here!* His heart was racing. This wasn't good.
"Sharpener… wake up." Gohan knew Sharpener's gran's bedroom was on the other side of the wall. She had told him when she came over just after Vegeta had fixed the hole in the roof. He desperately tried to move the blonde teen off him, fighting a hand away from where it had no right to be. *Dende I'll kill you.*
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"Bark and your dead, got that you mutt?" Vegeta growled. As he threw another think steak over the fence at the black Doberman, watching it wolf down the last one. The prince turned his attention back to the real reason he had come, Gohan. He didn't like the idea of his mate sleeping with another male.
Hidden in the shadows, he approached the driveway dressed in jeans and a sleeveless shirt. He knew if Gohan found about this whole thing he would make his sex life even more none existent than it already was. It had been very unpleasant for the prince being without his privileges for nearly twenty four hours now. He moved to the window he knew held his partner. Dark sharp eyes shifted in the dark. The cool air brushed through his hair as he brought his face to the glass.
"Ohh …Babyyy don't struggle." A whimper.
"Oh Sharpener" A breathless voice.
A crack of lighting, the sound of a dog barking, as the neighbourhood flared in a coat of Gold. The powerful form a hand rose.
"OH SHIT!" The teen panicked.
Gohan's eyes were wide as plates as he dived over his friend's and across the bed, no longer caring about Sharpener. Hand stretched out to get to the open window. "Honey NO I can explain." He called in desperation with his arm out to stop the blast.
"Oh baby don't go." Sharpener purred.
Terror surfaced, with a weak smile Gohan turned back to his mate. "I Love you."
The dominated sound of a snaps of energy as it whipped around Vegeta. His eyes narrowed on his lover. "Move!"
"You got it all wrong. I swear nothing happened. He's asleep, nothing happened." The teen pleaded. Gohan could see his prince struggling with the impulse to shoot first and ask questions later. "Please Geta just go to the front door I'll open it and let you in. Pleaseeee. "
"Oh baby…" Gohan smiled sweetly to his jealous lover while reaching over and gave Sharpener a small ki shot to his butt. "OW." Sharpener grumbled.
Vegeta's eyes remained fixed on his nervous mate before he lowered his ki and moved off towards the front door. Gohan collapsed back on his heels. With a sigh of relief he scrambled back over the other teen to climb out of bed. "Hey what's up?" Sharpener asked in a sleepy daze rubbing his butt.
The teen frowned. "Go back to sleep. You're having a bad dream." Gohan said in frustration.
"Huh it seemed good to me, before she got rough." The blonde teen said before he nestled his head back in the pillow. Gohan shock his head in disbelief before disappeared out into the living room. He could see Vegeta's outline through the glass, waiting to be let in. Taking a breath he unlocked the door, and with his best smile. "Hi Geta."
Vegeta stepped in not saying a word and stood in the living room. He watched Gohan close the door before passing him into the kitchen. "I'm hungry. Do want something to eat?" The teen asked.
"No!" Vegeta grunted still feeling frustrated. He knew he would have to go off and release some of his aggravation later. He watched as Gohan went to the freezer and got a tub of ice cream out and looked for a spoon. "You're going to eat that now?" The prince asked, surprised.
"I'm hungry." Gohan frowned, moving a chair out to sit down with Vegeta standing opposite him. "Anyway what are you doing here, I have school in few hours."
"Well it's lucky I did come!" The prince snarled as he took a chair in front of his mate who was licking the delicious flavour off his spoon. "You and him were getting pretty close weren't you?"
"Geta, there was nothing going on. He was just dreaming." The teen explained dipping the spoon back in with Vegeta getting distracted by it.
"Dreaming…." Vegeta forgot what he was going to say when Gohan's tongue slipped around the cream coated spoon giving the prince a tightening in the pants.
"I won't even bother. You can't keep coming over here." Gohan growled as he pulled the spoon out of his mouth before slammed the lid back on the tube.
"Why?" Vegeta growled with the ache in his pants. "So you two can get it together?" He watched the boy get up and put the tub back in the freezer.
Gohan closed the freezer door. "Don't be stupid. He not my type."
"What is your type Gohan? Vegeta growled shifting in his chair.
"I wouldn't have to sleep with him in first place if you hadn't broken the fucking sofa." Gohan growled in frustration. He washes the spoon under the water before turning back to glare at his partner.
"Stuff the sofa, something has got you spooked." Vegeta growled as he sprung from the chair a little too fast. Wince as pain shot up his groin.
"Here you go again." Gohan narrowed his eyes and slumped in his chair with Vegeta lowing himself slowly and carefully.
"And I'll keep at it until I know what going on." The prince glared at his stubborn lover. "The onna said she got a phone call from the school …"
Gohan looked up. "Shit…What did they want?" His heart missed a beat.
"They wanted to talk to me…" Vegeta said before he was interrupted.
*Fuck* Gohan eyes went wide. Did you talk to him?"
"Who?" The prince frowned.
"The principle?" The panicked boy asked.
"No, should I have? I had better things to do I was training." The prince couldn't see the fuss.
Gohan waved it off. "Look he probably just rang up about my test. Tell Bulma I'll see her tomorrow and sort it all out at the schools. Geta, Look. I really need some sleep I have a test first up in the morning." The teen got up indicating that Vegeta should leave.
Vegeta watched his mate, open the door for him to leave. "Fine I'll go, but keep away from him."
"Oh Geta" Gohan pulled him up and brought him to the door. "Go!"
Vegeta frowned. He didn't want to leave the boy. The prince couldn't see himself sleeping. He thought of going off and finding the Namek for an intense spar to get some of his frustrations out. He turned in time to see the door close. "No kiss?" With heavy sigh he took off into the dark sky.
Gohan rested against the door in the dark. "Shit now what? I have to see the principle." The thought gave him a chill. With a sigh he pushed off door and decided to go and take shower. He wasn't going to get any sleep, not now with this.
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Gohan leaned against the tall counter in his shirt, denims talking to the lady behind the desk. "I have come to see Mr Edwards."
"I'll just see if he can see you." She smiled and walked off down the short corridor to a door at the end. Gohan waited anxiously. It was only few seconds when she returned. Gohan stood up.
"He will see you." The lady said. The teen smiled and pushed away from the counter and followed her down to the principle's door.
She opened the door Gohan smiled. "Thanks."
He turned at the sound of that deep voice. "Mr Son?" The principle pointed to a chair. He was a tall man in his forties with short brown hair and clean shaved face with shiny white teeth giving his smile that plastic look that never reached the eyes. Gohan felt uncomfortable being back in this office again.
He sat forward with his elbows on his knees as the man sat on the edge of his deck, in front of him. "I was told you rang up CC yesterday. You promised me you wouldn't worry them?" The teen explained.
The principle smiled again showing all his teeth. "I don't remember."
Gohan frowned. "You don't remember I was here."
The man's smile slipped and was replaced with a serious expression. His eyes were fixed on the boy opposite him. He leant closer. "Cool your tone with me boy. I know your type. Think you're tough. Well you're not." Gohan's frown deepened as he looked away, feeling the guy's breath on his face. "You're the type that gives a fine school like this a bad reputation. And I won't have you drag this school down. Not you, nor any of your kind." He said in a low aggressive voice.
Gohan's head snapped back with eyes ablaze. "My kind?"
"Don't play dumb kid. We all know what you are…" The man kept his eyes fixed on the teen. Gohan could feel his temper starting to flare.
"I don't see how this has anything to do with why I'm here. You can think what ever but don't bring my family into this." Gohan snapped. He went to get up only to have the man put both hands on either side of him, griping the arms of the chair, preventing him from escaping.
His face leaned right in Gohan's. "Is that threat mister?"
The teen frowned and moved back in his chair feeling uncomfortable and trying to get away from the man that had him trapped. "Take it as you will. I did what you asked. I left my home. You can no longer bother Vegeta and I'll get Bulma to adopt Goten so you can't touch him. It is all within the law." Gohan growled. He watched the man chuckle, unsettling him more.
"You think you're so smart don't you?" The man leaned back stretched his arm and picked up a folder from his desk. "Well I can still get your friend. Who knows what perverted things he has done in the past." The man held the folder in front of Gohan to take. The teen went to look but it was taken away. "It says here that he has been your foster father since you were fourteen." Gohan looked from the folder to the man in front of him with weary eyes.
"He is no pervert and yes he's been good to me. He's fed me and clothed me." He was interrupted with the man tossing the file back on his desk and looking back at him with an unsettling look.
"And comforted you…" The principle said in lower than normal voice.
Gohan frown deepened. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"I think you know. What type of things does he do? The man moved forward bringing his knees to brush against Gohan's. The teen moved further back in his chair. With his eyes fixed on the probing dark brown eyes.
"What?" Gohan growled not liking how close he was, or the conversation.
"Does it feel good to have his hands rub up against you?" The man looked over the boy with an unsettling stare. "I suppose he likes you on all fours." Gohan couldn't believe this. His eyes snapped wider as a hand squeezed his knee. "Does he coat you with cream?"
"You're sick." Gohan went to get up, but was pushed back down.
The man stood up and leaned right over Gohan who looked up at him nervously. He could feel the man's breath on his skin. "No you're the sick one and you do as I say if you don't want trouble." The principle said in authoritarian tone.
Gohan had had enough. He pushed the man back and jumped out of his chair. "Trouble" The principle looked at him a bit surprised at his strength but had a new smile on his lips. Gohan was shaking from rage and nerves. "You have no idea what trouble is! But it not you I'm worried about." The teen said. Backing away as the man stood up.
"Well you should be worried. I have friends in high places." The man picked up the phone with a gleam in his eye. "One call and I can have your friend in prison and your brother taken away. Not to mention the scandal it would cause for CC Empire once word gets out that Bulma Briefs ex is a pervert. I can see them being dragged through this for years tainting her family's name. Doesn't she have a son? I have all the proof here in my office to cause a lifetime of trouble boy." The man almost purred with a smug look.
"Why are you doing this? Is it so that you can get off making everyone's life hell? What do you get out of it?" Gohan was lost, this was madness.
The man put the receiver down before he stood up. Gohan backed into the edge of the bookcase. "If you do right by me boy I'll see it that your family is left out of any front page headlines."
"Like what?" He asked. His eyes fixed on the man inches away towering over him, feeling his body heat as he leaned in.
"I think we could work together on this." The man looked over him with hungry eyes before touching Gohan's shoulder and giving it a light squeeze.
"Oh nooo…" Gohan shook his head. He ducked under his arm and stumbled back towards to the door. His hand on the handle, with his eyes fixed on the smug man smiling at him.
"Do you want to see trouble for your friends Bulma Briefs, your brother and him… your lover? I'll give you till Monday morning to come to your senses and when you do we can draw up an agreement as such to serve us both. That is all for now Mr Son." Gohan didn't wast time escaping the man's office. He felt like he was going hurl if he stayed there much longer. It was too much. He needed air.
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Sharpener and the others saw Gohan rush down the stairs of the office. They all rushed up to him. Gohan's eyes were fixed on the ground.
Sharpener frowned at his friend who looked paler than normal and a little shaken. "Hey man what's up? You don't look well. Do you want me call someone, your boyfriend?" He asked worried.
"No I'm fine. I just …excuse me…" Gohan dropped his bag and bolted to the nearest toilet leaving his friends too stunned for words.
"Gee what up with him?" Videl raised a brow confused.
"I don't know?" Sharpener said as he picked up his friend's bag.
"I hope he'll be fine for the party tomorrow." Eraser said as they stayed put looking at where Gohan had rushed off to.
"It's probably just nerves with the test." Sharpener said not wanting the girls to start to pry into his friend's problems. " It's been long day."
Videl nodded with agreement as did Eraser beside her. "That's for sure. I'll see you guys tomorrow then. I'll pick you up?" She asked.
"Yeah can't wait." Sharpener waved them off and headed over in the afternoon sun to see how his friend was. Once he crossed over the freshly moved lawn to the boy toilets. He could hear the leaking taps but no sounds from his friend. Once in he turned around the corner he could see one of the cubicles doors closed.
"Hey Gohan man are you alright in there. Do you need help?" He asked knocking on the timber frame.
"No I'm fine." Came a voice from behind him. Gohan waved.
Sharpener frowned. His head returned back to the closed door only to have it open with a kid glaring at him. "What's your problem?"
The blonde hair teen went a deep shade of red. Sharpener came out of it with the sound of his friend chuckling as the boy left them alone.
"You looked funny." Gohan pointed at him from against the far side wall with knees pressed against his chest. He had seen Sharpener pass him.
"Funny. Here your bag." Sharpener said dropping it next to him. "Look I've got a date so I'll see you tonight."
"Okay." Gohan's smile was sad one, meant to fool those who didn't know him.
"You sure man? I can stay." The taller teen suggested.
"Go. I'll see you later." Gohan waved his worries off.
"Alright then." Sharpener beamed. He really didn't want to miss this hot date. Gohan watched his friend go. He waved him off and gave him another smile it slipped of his face as soon as Sharpener left.
Gohan pulled himself up off the floor. He walked, pale faced, up to the sinks and turned the tap on full and splashed the water over his face letting it trail down. He looked at his reflection in the cracked mirror. His mind was numb as he listened to the water pouring into the bowl at his fingers tips.
His anxious eyes roamed over the lost boy opposite him, filled with the same burning need to escape the turmoil of emotions that where bubbling up, turning into a sick knot inside him. Gohan bent over and brought his lips to the tap taking what he could before spiting the rest out.
The teen turned the tap off. He took one last look at the boy opposite him, locked in glass with the same needs, the same call for safety. "What do we do?" He whispered.
At this point a group of five boys came in, the bullies of the school. "Huh look guys he's talking to himself now."
"Great." Gohan sighed as he let his bag's strap slip out of his fingers.
"What's that queen?" The leader called making the other laugh at his remark.
"Fuck off." Gohan spat. He was in no mood to hear this crap.
"Big words." The bully chuckled with his friends.
"Like you know any." Gohan growled. He watched as the others come around to their friend side, rolling up their sleeves.
"I think you need a lesson in manners." The boy growled.
"And you're going to teach me?" Gohan's eyes narrowed fixed on the group in front.
"You got that right." The boy smirked. "Get him guys." They all lunged at Gohan.
~~~
Gohan walked up onto the patio were Bulma was sitting with a cool drink after hard day in the lab, catching the warm sun before it disappeared. She watched the teen come into view. "Hi love" Her smile left as she got better look at the boy. "What happen to your face?" Bulma put her drink down and stood up, cupping the shy boys chin. Gohan shifted from her touch not liking the fuss.
"I got into fight."
"Gohan?" Bulma put her hands on her hips disappointed. Her blues fixed on him before softening. "What happened?"
"Hey it wasn't my fault." Gohan defended himself under the fixed stare of his father's friend. "Anyway I came out better than the others guys."
"You're telling me kids from school did this? She frowned again looking at the blue bruise.
"Well sort of. I had a dizzy spell and tripped and hit the wall." Gohan felt embarrassed at being clumsy a lot later. He had not been able to think clearly, always tired and hungry all the time. Living with his friend, he didn't feel like showing off his true Saiyan appetite.
"Come to the lab and I'll check you. You have to be carefully with the baby and all." Bulma put her arm around him and squeezed his shoulder with warm smile.
"I was." Gohan frowned. She had a way of making him feel like a kid again. "It not like I asked for it."
"Come on." She smirked. "You know you're nearly in your third month. You excited?"
Gohan looked at her over the sting of his bruise. "I don't know. Sometimes when I'm lying in bed and Geta's not around I put my hand over it and wondering what it's all going to be like. It scares me a little." He admitted.
"Hey honey we are all here for you. You know that's right." Bulma stopped him just outside her office.
"Yes." Gohan nodded. He turned to the door and approached lad table. He knew the routine.
"Now jump on up. Let me check that there is nothing else broken. " She spent few minutes checking him and the baby before she got some cottonwool and antiseptic to clean his bruise.
"OW that hurt." The teen growled.
"Stop your complaining. You're as bad as your dad was." She smirked seeing a smile in his eyes when she referred to his father.
"Bulma, have you got a sensu bean?" He asked hopefully.
"What, for a bruise?" She frowned.
"I don't want Geta to find out." He admitted only to be interrupted with a shadow at the door.
"Find out what Brat?" Vegeta demanded. He had come in from his training when he sensed the boy was here. Gohan eyes fixed on his prince.
"Vegeta…" Bulma warned.
The prince frowned and looked back at the boy. His eyes narrowed on the mark on his pale skin. "What happened?"
"It a bruise…" Gohan was interrupted. Vegeta push Bluma out of the way to look at his mate's bruised face with disproval and seriousness set in his eyes
"I can see that boy." Vegeta growled as he cupped the boy's chin to get a better look at the blue bruising around the boy's cheek bone. With a frown he turned back to his ex with demanding eyes.
"He was in…" Gohan's eyes went wide. He shook his head for her to not say anymore. Bulma caught on. "Look there's nothing to worry about. I checked the baby and everything is fine." Vegeta turned back to his mate who gave a smile if not a nervous one. The prince narrowed his sights on him as he listened. "Though the pregnancy seems to be draining him, you have to eat more Gohan, and plenty of rest. No stress"
"No stress?" Gohan couldn't help but find that funny, especially with all the strain he was under.
Vegeta raised brow and looked over at him. "What so funny boy?"
"Nothing." Gohan's smile left just as fast as he jumped off the lab table. "Well I'm done. I'm going see Goten now." He headed off out of the room with Vegeta and Bulma watching him.
The prince was about to follow when Bulma caught his arm. "Vegeta. Wait up."
The prince frowned. "What is it?" He asked.
"Nothing's wrong with the baby or him it that area. I'm just concerned about Gohan. Have you talked to him?" She asked concerned for the boy.
"He won't talk. I've tried." The prince growled. His mate was proving to be more stubborn than he originally thought. "He got into a fight didn't he?" He asked.
Bulma sighed. "Yes at school."
"Fine I'll talk with the school." Vegeta growled.
"You could see Mr Edwards first thing Monday. It might help Gohan." Bulma gave him reassuring pat on the shoulder as she went to leave.
"It'd better."
TBC…
A/N: Sharpener survived, I didn't think he would. Well Vegeta gets to meet the principle. Should Gohan be in the office too? *evil grin* It would be fun. ^_~
Later Sharpener and Gohan are going to be sneaking into the principle office over the weekend. I don't think I want to look.
Thanks guys
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