Chapter 18: Nailed it
A/N: Sorry for the delay but another update before I get started on another chapter and more than 2/3rds of the way through my little idea that has danced in my head.
Strained, tired, and desiring nothing more than too have a few minutes of just peaceful sleep Gohan forced himself through another day of school. 'I need the weekend, I need it now.' Gohan lamented with a strained mental groan. There hadn't been anything but recurring nightmares, occasionally he'd manage ten or fifteen minutes before waking back up again. But anything longer he would be greeted with more disturbed sleep.
The night terrors were growing worse, feeling himself almost trapped within his own body as warped images of past foes or of dead friends would be all around him tormenting him for what felt like hours. It was often too much to handle and no over the counter medications were making it better and whatever Piccolo had given him hadn't lasted very long or if it just made things worse. Which only further irritated the demi saiyan.
Of course if that had been the only thing he had to worry about it would've been manageable, but unfortunately when in high school. Where there was weakness there was blood. Gohan's senses were quite delayed making him the primo target for a new level of harassment by his peers.
Having paper flicked into his long hair, notes written on his locker or joke baby pillows left in his locker were also quite 'cute'. Apparently not knowing how to sleep was grounds for ridicule, though he knew how his body and mind were just not on the same wavelength. Given his mother's celebrity status the second he began to show irritation with it, the bullying kicked in.
Mocking him with yawns and putting their heads down, or throwing things at his mouth when he drifted off in his chair with his head back. Nothing quite challenged Gohan's restraint then not breaking the metal bars on his chair when someone nearly flicked a large spitwad directly into his mouth. His reflexes made him move out of instinct but he was still smacked in the face and he didn't know who had thrown it.
He was just getting really, really tired of it. That and Sharpner or so he guessed and doubled down on the rumors that he was also dating Videl, twisting his living arrangement into some kind of Step-Sister kink. It was really stupid but this was high school, the occasional "Gohan you fucked your sister yet?" The comment just made his day so much better.
She had been a big help to him finding some measure of peace and comfort, but it was few and far between. Mostly because the student dance was coming up, a big deal to some and she was in charge of helping oversee most of it so she was busy most nights.
Leaving his actual family, he refused to count Hercule and if that guy ever came home- or his mother ever bothered the same- he just wanted to blast him right in the face, and for some reason he always felt better if he would ever just get his hands on some of these kids. Imagining bashing their heads into a wall, or dropping them with a hard left or right hook. Or maybe a knee to the gut. Oh it would be satisfying to put them down where they belonged!
Dark thoughts abated his misery and pain and he often slipped more and more in that direction. He often didn't try to even suppress them, he just wanted some measure of a relief from his current situation.
There were others he could confide in but he didn't want to start burdening others, Videl wasn't in the same category as she lived in the same house as him. But just running to go talk about his feelings and problems wasn't the thing to do as a man. He didn't want to return back into the little boy that always required saving.
Gohan wanted to become the man he was supposed to be.
Yet as the final bell rang for the day Gohan was brought out of his trance by a pair of big pillows pushing into his back. "Oh," He yawned, "Hey Erasa." Though he tried to smile it was a poor attempt at best.
"Happy Birthday Go…" Her voice fell off as she looked at him. Her next words slipped out before she could stop herself. "You still look terrible Gohan." Erasa's blue eyes looked into his face with concern, Gohan could see himself in her eyes and it didn't look good. Plus his girlfriend was wearing her displeasure about many things on her face. She was an emotional person and he could see it almost instantly.
He shrugged, "Thanks, I guess it helps when there's a few people being honest." Closing his locker, he turned back around as Erasa took hold of his arm and sandwiched it between her breasts. Intentional or not, Gohan just enjoyed the comfort and warmth. "Doesn't feel like I've changed a lot from sixteen to seventeen."
Erasa tugged at his arm." Oh well I know a great place where we can go head off together, Gohan. Come on I promise you will really like it." She said with a slight pull on his arm.
"I don't know, I should really spend time with my little brother, it's been awhile and I've been pushing him off on Videl's staff cause i just don't have the energy." It was always something to cheer him up, well both of them, but there was so little time and he didn't want to also risk hurting him. But it had been over two weeks since him and his lil bro had spent more than a few minutes together. As an older brother and as the only real adult in his life that gave a real damn. More mature Gohan needed to be there for him. Not that he really expected his Mom to come back home and spend time with him at this point.
But there was something to help pull Gohan from his wishes as Erasa continued to plead with him.
"Come on Gohan, I think it'll be just what you need and how about you just let me pamper you a bit, it's your super seventeen." Erasa pressed her words a little closer, leaning into his personal space. Her lips just a few inches from his own ears, "You've always done so much for me, let me take care of you." There wasn't anyone else able to hear her words, and Gohan missed the underlying meaning.
Perhaps it was all of his problems stacked up on top of him right now. But with nothing else, he took her outstretched hand. Plus his guilt after blowing her off even if he hadn't intended it still lingered and he accepted. That and he'd not really had a bad time with her.
"Sure, as long as it's quiet." Gohan requested trying to alleviate the turmoil that was happening in his life in any way that he could.
Erasa's bright smile flashed as she leaned closer and planted a kiss on his cheek. He appreciated the gesture but the kids around them were already whispering, he could hear them, and tell their thoughts as if they were his own. It disgusted him, 'To think I gave so much for all of these people. Imagine the sacrifices that they will never that I gave up…'
'I'm so much more powerful than all of you realize, I could entire this entire world without breaking a sweat or hell this entire solar system without even breaking into my full potential.'
To just lash out, to put them down, it felt so eerily satisfying. Yet there was something still residing deep within him. A part of him that he was beginning to resent, telling him to not be so rash, angry and that there were good people out there that were just and kind. That held up to the same ideals that he had been raised to believe and follow. Yet listening to that part of him had been strained for a long time. 'It could be so simple for me to begin showing all of you just how weak you really are.'
Yet fingers slipped between his own, "Come on Gohan let's go out and have some fun today. No school, no Videl, no family, just us okay?" The gentleness in her hands and words pulled him back from the darkness that had been filling him for the following weeks. But Gohan simply didn't try to understand where it was coming from. Pushing it down inside of himself, bottling up pain and anger like everyone else.
From the unseen eyes of the world and lurking below the surface of the world came the great deceiver, manipulator and chess player that had been weaving such a well crafted plan that he couldn't not help but offer a toast to himself.
"Such splendid work, I doubt even the old bastard that was my father could come close to such a grand scheme." Babadi happily sipped on some vintage drink as he reclined back in his chair while several of his nameless puppet servants tended to his needs. Their minds long since lost to his will and magics leaving him as the only thing that they heeded and could respond to. Some aliens and the few humans he had added since arriving here long ago had been quite the endeavor.
His most recent convert Yamu had been a great aid in helping the current poisoning of the world's defenders.A degenerate himself, a man born with low self-esteem and poor view of mankind. It was the kind of thing that helped the genius that was babadi to begin fiddling with the planet's finest warriors. Then all it took was a little studying, watching how humans behaved and interacted with one another to find just how much pressure one could apply before they broke.
"Add onto that my amazing magical abilities and spells of my own design and voila you have instant turmoil, discontent, and a ticking time bomb that I can unleash with just a few more bits of pressure." He cackled as he let Yamu pour more of a thick viscous liquid into his glass. It held the aroma and smell of wine but none of the same qualities.
Taking a deep breath the wrinkled wizard wondered if all of this was too good to be true at times. That all of his ventures were paying off better than he'd expected, but really… "This planet is so forthcoming with information, discovering all about my star convert came so easily. Seeing the sadness, desperation, and all of that nobility in such a young boy… oh it just made it so satisfying to crush him."
Yamu remained motionless but raised a question to his master. "Which are you referring too my lord?"
Babadi cackled, "Oh, that show about the unique talents of one's culinary skills. Seeing Gohan's caricature of a mother and then the image of a teen holding a baby brother. Oh it just sickened me, but I could see the power around him, though I doubt any other human can notice it. But I saw the power that day and I knew that I could have that power under my thumb."
The magnitude of power that a young man possessed instantly created the designs inside of Babadi's head. As with anything he was patient, he had to be for the amount of years he'd wasted simply looking to find his father's prized Majin Buu yet only to come to the late realization that he'd need tremendous amounts of power to resurrect him.
He'd considered waiting for tough fighters to gather but none of them had shown any promise, yet idle trying to find some hint of potential, or perhaps guided by the destiny that would have him be the one in control of this planet's fate he laid eyes on sweet, pure, innocent Gohan… Then Babadi only merely needed scheme, plot, and toil for a little while longer.
Looking at Yamu who was so easily taken in by his power, Babadi couldn't hope to have the same ease of controlling a power like Gohan. So with some studying in human understanding, and dusting off the tomes of his father's old spells. It slowly fell into place.
"Yamu tell me what is the greatest thing to a Human in your world?" Asking his servant a simple yet complicated question.
"Money my lord?" But Babadi sniggered. "No, guess again."
"Hmm, perhaps power and status?" Still the old wizard shook his head. "No you are thinking far too grand, the simplest things are often the most important."
"I do not understand, those are the things that all humans fight for, there isn't anything more important." It was an honest answer but of course it lacked one key thing.
Babadi took another full swill of his drink, "Too those who have something to lose, yes, but when you do not have those things, there is only blood. The blood of one's family to rely on, it is partially why I am here carrying on my father's poor wishes. But to a pure hearted and gentle soul their family means everything to them… Almost like strands of rope." Setting down his cup the master decided to demonstrate.
"You have but one string… to see here is our quarry." A long pink strand of magical rope appeared. "It is not that impressive by itself but a single strong strand can hold many things and to humans they carry many burdens but those same difficulties are often held together by those around them. Like a mother." A second strand appeared next to the first. "A brother." A third. "Even a father." The fourth strand. "Then your friends that treat you like family." Two more strands.
"Bound together they are incredibly strong, stronger than they would ever be by themselves." The magical projection bound themselves together like braided coils of rope. Thick taught and when pulled at would never seemingly give way. "I could pull at all of them, try and break apart differente pieces but that won't cause it to snap."No… because I must peel away at them."
The once tightly braided rope began to unravel. "Take away a father…" One strand fell away fading into nothing. "His friends." Two more slipped away. "His brother," It flew from the tightly bound coil. "Then his powerful mother and pillar that holds him in place." Leaving just three more strands keeping bound together as so many pisces unraveled.
Cackling with his own amusement Babadi just was filled with tremendous delight at his own handiwork. "Right now there are two little strands keeping my prize from breaking… but soon they both will. Soon they will turn on him and leave him all alone."
The final two pieces pulled away and the single strand came into Babadi's fingers. "Then all I need to do is just… Pull a little bit… HARDER-!" He laughed as the magical thread snapped. "Too watch this world's champion fall into such despair oh it almost makes my heart feel something," Babadi said, bringing up the image of Gohan as he touched the crystal ball with his fingers. "But that isn't the only trick I have."
"What else could you do to break him down further my Master?" The rippling laughter that came from Babadi's twisted lips seemed only to echo in the thin hollow chambers.
'Oh what couldn't I do?' "So many things my stupid fool, I could've been sending him nightmares for years but that wouldn't ever have been enough. I also could just continue poisoning the world around him until he became nothing more than a pariah and a leper to borrow some of the more biblical connotations of this world's religions. Or maybe stripped away his family's land, made it rot and fester to the point of being unlivable… but that would never make such a pure heart turn to my will. Oh no, I used one of my father's most wicked spells... " Holding up his hand he created a small red ring around Gohan's neck in the crystal ball. "The butcher's Nails." From the magical ring several small pin-like appendages seemed fastened to Gohan's neck with one large spike sticking out from the back which seemed impaled into the back of his head. "This spell is slow, but oh so effective."
"What does it do my lord?"
"It does many things, but simply. It causes pain, anger, and rage to build within a person until they let it out. The longer they continue and go without unleashing their anger the more the nails dig into him. Slowly they will ease when the victim lets go, exploding with some violent thoughts and actions… but that is only the start. Because the Nails will release some pressure, but not all of it. Soon they will tighten up faster and faster. Until it's not just violent thoughts, requiring only actions. But then even that won't be enough once they continue to drive themselves deeper into the mind. It will slowly transform from just outrage, to complete bloodthirsty frenzy. Where the only way the pain will stop and abate is when the mind is lost in glorious rage and battle continues until there is nothing left but a mindless husk that will fight until it dies. Destroying anything in its path that will stop the nails from causing him pain. Almost like a drug addict, fueling the need for even greater amounts of violence until the only thing that can stop the pain is more violence. It works so well on humans and is working quite well on my future champion. He has an incredible willpower to resist its effects, but soon he'll break and then I will enjoy his power for my own." Cackling with delight, Babadi slowly feathered the nail in Gohan's image. "I could push it in completely but you just wouldn't be mine… oh no I need you to break and do it in such a way that you will renounce all others before me. Then when you have no one and nothing left to turn to, I will offer you my hand and you will gladly accept it. With one stroke you will give yourself to me willingly and more than half of this world's strength will easily belong to me!" He continued to enjoy his own sadistic game but Yamu continued to watch.
"What could break him more than this already? He's disliked for many things and looked down upon by so many now. What remains?"
"Oh you are a simpleton, even for a human you don't see it. This culture that has been venerated and built up over years upon years, will easily crush this poor boy more than anything else. It will drive everyone away and he will do it all because that is simply the male drive and from what I've seen with words alone a woman can destroy a man as strong as this so easily and she's so blind to her own goals that she doesn't realize she will be the final straw."
"Which one will do that, Lord Babadi?"
"Oh and ruin such a fun surprise? It will only be a few more days and then everyone will turn on my future prize." Babadi then swept the image of Gohan away, "I wonder how long I'll keep this one around. I considered raiding the demon realm but I wonder if this one will be enough? Hmm I guess I'll have to test him once he's mine." Babadi pondered before returning to his evening drink and meal.
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Erasa knew of only a few things that would make her Gohan really happy and the other was something that could make any person no matter how bad their day was feel one hundred percent better!
Step one was the works first, any person loved to get pampered, and sure some might see guys not enjoying the full treatment but with Erasa being in the know about things getting a man into the right masseuse could turn him into putty. 'Thank you for this one mom.'
So she'd made a few calls and with Gohan in tow though currently the saiyan was laying on his stomach as one of the girls working massaged her boyfriend. The combination of soothing scents and oils were apparently doing wonders as she could see him lingering in between bliss and sleep.
If there was a scheme coming the saiyan was totally oblivious too it, 'this feels fucking amazing.' Gohan's ripped back had begun losing its tension as the hot oil rubbed into his tan skin. "You're really coming around and I have to admit one of the best looking clients I've had in a long time." His masseuse complimented him as she currently had his arm pulled up, her fingers tucked along it's curves finding the limb to be more akin to working with steel. But as she had worked it got looser and looser. A slightly bigger woman, not fat but a husky frame took her long fingers as she was one of West Cities's best spa workers. Having a nice brown perm which kept the hair from bothering her face and wearing just a non-transparent white shirt and skirt which allowed her to move around.
"Eh, thanks." Gohan said absently his gaze half lidded as he felt the world's problems just melting away. This woman was performing miracles as she trekked all the way up his arm to his fingers.
The woman just laughed looking at Erasa and the other masseuse giving a similar experience to the blonde. "I would've guessed that you and your Mom Del would've showed up." Having known the family through previous work, but she gave the younger blonde an approving smile. "But I see why you brought him here. Poor boy is stressed."
"Yeah, Jasmine my Gooo- Oh that felt great." Erasa lost the ability to follow her thoughts as she felt something just completely pop in her back as the other woman worked on her. "Oh yes," She practically groaned before finally returning her attention back to the other woman working on Gohan. "Gohan, he's been having a really stressful week, I thought this would do him some real good and let him forget about things."
"Well definitely, now let's get this neck fixed." Returning Gohan's arm back to his side, she grabbed both sides of Gohan's neck. Her fingers put just the right amount of pressure into him. "Now, relax. I know mr. my limbs are concrete right now. Re-laxx-" She said smoothing up and down waiting for the obvious tension to slip.
Gohan's body slowly let go, as she pulled along his neck until. *POP* "Ohh-ohh- hooo!" Gohan felt it as she twisted and cracked his neck sending a ripple shooting up and down his spine.
"Oh yeah, I love it when my guys tell me they love it." Jasmine said being extra flirty with the teenager, but all in good fun as she shifted his head to do the other side. "Now same thing here sweetie and-"
"Oh shhiiit-" Gohan's head twisted and immediately his lower half went limb.
"Heh no problem here. Just keep sounding that good." She continued to tease as Erasa just smiled seeing Gohan's half lidded expression. Everything was going just great, she was feeling great, Gohan was no doubt feeling fantastic and with two more big ol' surprises in store for him she was going to give him one hell of an evening.
One that both would not rationalize in the moment and directly as designed.
"So, still enjoying yourself?" Erasa asked almost giddily as she saw Gohan sprawled out on his back. They were in a private suite, couch, bed, chairs and soft white noise to help people relax. He had been quietly dozing but still conscious of the world around him.
'I'll admit I feel at least a lot better. Not totally exhausted and that woman popped muscles and joints I don't think I've ever had jostled around like that before.' But while wearing the soft white robe Gohan rolled his head towards Erasa. "It felt pretty good."
She laughed, "Jasmine won't appreciate anything less than the best, so you better not let her hear that." Knowing full well the woman took her professional job very seriously. "But with all of this stress and everything, I think you need a break and I knew this would hit the spot."
"Must be a regular here then?" Gohan asked curiously, wondering how she knew the masseuse so well.
"Eh, Kinda. I can't afford to come here that often but I did work here during the summer to help buy some killer shoes and dresses." Getting up from her seat she came over and sat next to Gohan on the bed. "But I do have one more killer surprise for you today Gohan." She said lightly trailing his fingers up and over the parts of his exposed chest.
Tipping his head up slightly he looked at Erasa with a raised brow. "Yeah?"
"Yep and I know cause this one is going to be your fave!" Withdrawing from the bed she made her way over towards one of the cabinets. Sliding open one of the slanted wooden doors she then shimmied out a large steel tray.
Gohan's head popped up as his nose caught the smell immediately, Erasa had a banquet prepared. It smelled great and looked just as good. "Wow, what is that?" Asking with eagerness as he righted himself on the bed.
"Well this is dinner Gohan, I want my boyfriend to be happy after having such a rough couple days. I feel that I should be here for you and keep your spirits up like how you did for me." Erasa told him walking over towards Gohan with a fairly large spread of food. Most of Gohan's favorites but just enough to probably fill him up a bit. She knew about his uncannily large stomach and made sure that she went for three times bigger portions just to be safe and make sure he got a proper meal.
It was hard to argue with a meal after being able to unwind and just tell his stress and bad mood to hit the road. He didn't think much of it, Erasa was just trying to be nice to him. Maybe it was a measure of some type of jealousy or something else. But Gohan was just content and shared in the moment with his girlfriend.
The day had been amazing, but there was still one final card left to play. The trump card of sorts. Erasa excused herself to use the bathroom in order to give Gohan his final 'birthday' surprise.
'Come on Erasa, you can do this!' Mentally talking herself up to give it her all. 'No Videl sneaking off with him. No, other young sluts jumping at my Gohan. No he's going to be mine. Gohan is everything to me!' The deep desire to have the boy whom she befriended who helped her through school. Supported her, protected her, and was always there for her. No she wasn't going to let this be one of those moment's she'd regret.
No this was her time. Her and well… Gohan's moment and it was going to be incredible!
Idly snaking Gohan contemplated checking his phone; it was nearly six and he hadn't even gone back to the house to spend any time with his little brother. Feeling a bit disappointed in himself he missed the opening of the bathroom door and when Erasa appeared in the doorway the demi saiyan almost shot straight up simultaneously. "Erasa!" He exclaimed shocked, his face turning red as she appeared wearing light pink undergarments. No towel, no robe, nothing! Sure he'd seen her breasts before and eaten her out that one time before but he wasn't ready for this.
"Happy Birthday Gohan." She said bringing one finger to her lips to lightly chew on her fingernail as she slowly walked forwards. Swinging her hips she came closer as he remained sitting on the bed and she could already give herself a bit of a score as she noticed the pronounced little bulge appearing beneath his robe.
"H-Hey Erasa. Th-This isn't the place for such things." His concern from such a public location as they in a spa and massage… 'ohhh' Gohan put a kibosh on that train of thoughts.
"Don't worry Gohan. We have the end hallway and I know the people here. It's okay." Coming closer she straddled his waist. "Besides, don't you want to have some fun?" Pushing herself up a little bit and resting her hands behind his neck.
"I-I do… But, but I don't think I should I mean-" Logic was bringing every single scrap of reason it could manage towards his brain. Shoveling in all sorts of good points and things to contemplate if it were ever put in such a situation. But Saiyan blood, desire, and an aroused female took logic and beat it over the head with a swollen erection. Gohan was pulled directly into her breasts. While she ran her fingers through his long black hair.
"You can't return this gift Gohan because I want to do it." She smiled as his head tilted up towards her. Normally it would be the guy in this position but she took the initiative and with how little he was fighting her on this she was certain he would fall to her wiles.
He must've misheard her, maybe she didn't mean that? "You-You don't mean?" his brain went blank, she was serious!? And reaffirmed as she nodded her head.
"Something I can only give once and I want it to be with the guy I love. I want you to have my virginity Gohan." Moving down she slowly kissed him, slowly, her tongue pushing into his mouth and without more than a feather light pressure caused Gohan to fall onto his back. "I love you Gohan…" She said, speaking into his mouth. "Please… love me back. Please." Moving to slowly bite at his bottom lip while her hips grinded overtop his own. Flattening his erection between their hips.
Lightly rested, body wet and feeling like jello. A nice meal in his stomach and a woman pawing at his chest and clambering for his affections. The genius was shoved aside as the alpha male came charging outwards. His arms reached up and over her back, he couldn't push her away and tell her no. He rolled her body over his and as her legs wrapped around his waist the two continued to furiously kiss one another and any resolve to stop himself and the actions that followed would be lost.
Lost on both was the amused mocking laughter far beyond them as Gohan's life would be turned into an upside down hell for just a few minutes of pleasure.
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