Author's Note :

In honor of Pride Month, here's some Yaoi.


Subplot:

Return of Planet Vegeta.

Happy Yaoi Month, Planet Japan.

Series :

Gravitation.

• Junjou Romantica.

• Fruits Basket.

• Dragon Ball Z.


Appule stood at the long range sensors. Having been called for his medical expertise.

He was of the Oct'is race. Named by the Frost Demons, on account of his squishy body, and the elongated shape of his forehead. Although his race was humanoid in build, with no tentacles or the like. Like most of his species, he had purple skin with yellow spots.

He wasn't built for combat. So Cooler had him train as a medical officer. With little boasting, he would inform anyone who listens, that he was one of the best medical officers in the fleet. Cooler even said as much. The Prince might spoil the lot of them, but he wouldn't hand out praise he didn't hold true.

"This species appears to have little potential." Appule observed the scans the astrometrics clutch gathered. "While most have some levels of Ki. They don't typically know how to access it... it's not even enough to come out in accidental burst, even during childhood."

"I'm getting a few powerful signatures." The old elven healer, Planthorr, commented. Probably only to upstage Appule.

"There isn't more then a handful of those," The Oct'is growled. "At least outside Yokai." which this world seemed rich in.

"Which should make it easier," Planthorr assured. "Cooler wanted us to tag any lifeforms of note. I believe these ones will be a good start."

"Then YOU can handle it," Appule sneered. "I'm not wasting my time with this lot."

Planthorr barely registered the other man's forming tantrum. Too caught up in his own curiosity over the world. "I'll deploy the Rogues. They should be able to sneak in, and tag the individuals of note."


Misaki was sitting at his table. He still wasn't used to these formal dinners. He hated it, truth be told. But ever since his brother started dating Usagi-Sama... well Misaki had been dragged to a lot of these fancy dinner parties.

Takahiro, Misaki's older brother, had tried to teach the younger man, what forks he should use. But the boy had long since forgotten those lessons.

Misaki barely ever needed to eat with a fork. Most of his meals, which he cooked himself, required either chopsticks or spoons... rarely forks. He wasn't sure how he was supposed to hold it. Even occasionally poking himself with it.


Meanwhile, The stars of this event, where standing at the other side of the room, getting their pictures taken.

"Did you adopt a street urchin?" The great novelist, Eiri Yuki, scowled at Misaki.

His fellow Novelist, Akihiko Usami, or Usagi to his closest friends, grunted. "Near enough, he's my lover's little brother."

Yet another novelist, Shigure Soma, snickered, "I think he's adorable. What with how he's struggling. You know, I have a few boys in my own care. Maybe we could arrange a playdate." knowing how much his teenage cousins would hate that.

"He's 19." Usami informed.

Shigure blinked, "Wow he's short."

Yuki scoffed, "What's he doing still living at home?"

"Takahiro coddles him," Usami sighed. "He's not such a bad kid. At least he helps around my penthouse. Does most of the cleaning, without ever being asked. Not a bad cook either."

"Which one are you dating again?" Shigure smirked.

"Please, Misaki might be a good boy, but he's still just a boy," Usami insisted. "And Takahiro still sees him as a helpless little kid. There parents died when Misaki was a toddler. Takahiro had to give up college, to take care of him. In respect for his brother, Misaki studied his little heart out, so he could go to the school Takahiro dropped out of.

"... I owe a lot to Misaki. While I was tutoring him... he found out my interest for his brother... which eventually led to me getting in a relationship with Takahiro and his girlfriend.

"We are still discussing who is going to be the Consort. I wouldn't mind being Takahiro's Consort. But Takahiro thinks I should be the head of household, given my greater position. Then again, we might just go with Manami, as she is the most level headed out of us all. And it's not THAT uncommon for women to be head of household, in this day and age.

"I thought you were gay," Yuki eyed. "That's what you said in your big coming out announcement."

Usagi shrugged, "My relationship with Manami is platonic. Not everyone has to be romantically involved, in a poly relationship. But she has become a treasured person to me."

Yuki groaned, but said nothing. Not happy to be here, and not being very Cooperative. He was even trying to sabotage it, a little bit.

Usami continued, "Eventually, I was able to convince them to move into my penthouse. Takahiro was the easiest, as I reminded him he'd have an easier time, paying for Misaki's schooling, if he didn't have to worry about rent. Takahiro always does what's best for his brother. So it may have been a low blow, on my part."

A Reporter spoke up, despite this not being the questions portion. "While that's all well and good, there are some people who are worried about gay men raising boys. Can you tell us how you discipline the youths?"

After the PR woman scolded the reporter for getting ahead of herself. Usami felt it best to answer.

"I don't," Usami assured. "And Takahiro is too much of a pushover to hand out discipline. So Manami handles most things, that go past a minor scolding. It's mostly her, lecturing the boy, or giving him a spanking."

"OI!!! STOP SAYING EMBARRASSING THINGS!!! BAKA!!!" Misaki suddenly yelled, from his own table.

Manami called, from her own table "What's embarrassing is you causing a scene from across the room." She insisted, "I raised you better then that!" then warned, "Behave yourself! Or you'll experience something TRULY embarrassing in front of all these reporters."

"Sorry, Oneesan!!!" Misaki blushed bright red, with the other youngsters, at his kiddie table, snickering. burying his head in his hands, and proving why the Age of Adulthood, on Planet Japan should be kept at 30.

The reporters chuckled at all that. It seemed like a pretty normal interaction, for college age boys. After all, no teenager wanted to fess up to still needing spankings, even if it was fairly common. It was especially embarrassing for others to know the woman of the house handled the matter. Even if it was, again, very common. Especially in house holds where the woman of the house was the head.

Shigure chuckled, deciding to embarrass his own kids. "The brats, at my house, are all accomplished martial artist. Good luck getting them to cooperate for a spanking. But they're good enough boys, that a talking-to usually gets them remorseful enough. Although, if I have to, I'll just refuse to take them to the Dojo for a week." As expected, his cousins gave their own blushes.

Yuki rolled his eyes, "Sounds like your a doormat of a guardian."

"Perhaps, but not as much as your own. I mean, allowing you to live on your own, with a lover, at only 24?"

Yuki actually blushed. Then sighed. "I certainly feel like I'm living with a child, sometimes."

Shigure snickered, "You're dating a 20 year old Rock Star, what did you THINK that would be like."

Usami commented, "As you said, Yuki-chan is only 24, himself. He just looks older. Must have poor genes."

Yuki glared at him, and a photographer managed to snap a picture.

As they casually chatted about their personal lives, the reporters were taking pages worth of notes. This was, after all, why they were here.

Three of Marukawa Publishing's prize authors, had recently outed themselves as gay. Well Bi, in Shigure's case. So the company decided to have this big event, to take advantage of Pride Month.

The men, and there families, were brought to a fancy hotel, and told to talk to each other about their family life. The kids, Misaki included, were of particular interest...

Usami wasn't willing to do it, but Takahiro thought it be a good idea. Even helpful to other gay couples. Given they would be shown as competent guardians.


Takahiro Takahashi... was out of his depth. Yes, agreeing to this had been his idea. but these fellow lovers were so cliche flamboyant.

Ayame Sohma was the very embodiment of a gay stereotype. From his over confidence, to the elegance of his voice... it didn't help he was wearing a woman's formal robe.

While Shuichi was an excitable ball of energy. Obviously in his first serious relationship. With a million and one questions for the older men.


Ever since Misaki confronted Takahiro, about Usagi's feelings... well Takahiro's life was definitely more exciting.

Misaki and Usagi had always been rather confrontational with each other. Misaki might have brought them together... but they never did get along.

It might be because Misaki ended up hitting Takahiro, when the older man announced he and his girlfriend were engaged...

Misaki had then started rambling about how cruely oblivious Takahiro was, and how Usagi had been madly in love with him for ten years. "He even writes boys' love manga about you!!!" and how Takahiro's first impulse is to announce he's getting married to someone else, to the man who loves him.

Manami Kajiwara had taken the news quite well... she just said "I told you so" to Takahiro, then asked Usagi if he'd like to be Takahiro's consort. "... Or maybe Takahiro should be the consort. For appearances sake... But no offense Usami-Sensei, but I don't know you that well yet... but if Takahiro is willing to take responsibility, I'd be open to the idea."

She then left the two men to talk, while taking Misaki to his room... and giving the boy a spanking for hitting and disrespecting his brother. "There were more civil ways you could have told him."

It was hardly the first time Manami spanked Misaki. After all, Takahiro met her by hiring her as the boy's live-in nanny. The family just hit it off, and Manami had met Usagi a few times, as had Misaki, growing up.

Manami even convinced Takahiro to hold off the wedding. Until they were sure the three way relationship would work.

Takahiro was thankful, Misaki and Usagi were finally getting more comfortable around each other. Ever since that time Misaki created another scene... that time involving Usagi's half brother.

The man had been trying to "steal" Takahiro from Usagi... and little Misaki never could keep his opinions to himself.

The boy voiced everything the great novelist couldn't find the words for... and convinced Haruhiko to stop trying to "take things" from his half brother, in a desperate attempt to steal some of that happiness for himself... instead to follow his own dreams...

That caused it's own problems... as Haruhiko, Usagi's brother, decided he was actually in love with Misaki... around the same time Misaki got his own little boyfriend. In one Shinobu Takatsuki, the son of the Dean at their school.

The Dean wasn't too happy, the boy had entered his school, as a literature major, instead of going into law... especially when he learned he only went to his university because he'd fallen in love with one of it's students... that hadn't gone over well at all.

However, things settled down, once Misaki got his hands on the Dean. This time not making a scene, but talking the Dean down... by the boy showing his more compassionate and empathetic side.

Explaining how Shinobu felt, while acknowledging the Dean's own worries and fears for his Son... and putting them to rest.

Misaki did have a way about him, when he wasn't being a brat. He had such a sensitive soul... like he could truly feel what other people were feeling, and understand it, despite his few years of life.

Once, when Misaki was much younger, a fortune teller, at a carnival, called the boy "Empathic". Asking Takahiro if he'd be interested in letting the little boy apprentice under him... Takahiro thanked the man, but declined.

Then Misaki tried to run away with him, but thankfully, the Carney returned the boy. Where Manami promptly took her hairbrush to the kid's rear, and grounded him for a month.

But that's another story. Back with the Dean, soon after Misaki's talk with him. Takahiro and the older man wrote out a marriage contract. While Shinobu was still expected to find a wife, and have kids. Misaki would be the boy's consort.

Shinobu was good for Misaki. The blonde convinced the boy to stop chasing after his brother's dream, and follow his own... as Misaki did for him.

Misaki was still studying business, but now it was so he could open his own bakery. As he also started taking culinary classes, while still majoring in Business.

The boys really did bring out the best in each other. And the Dean agreed they would build a fine family some day.


As Takahiro reached for the Salt, he froze mid move... as did the rest of the room... not that they were aware of it.

The doors, to a closet strangely enough, opened to reveal a short, toad like man. With the bumps on his green skin to prove the comparison.

He was holding his breath, and taking out some kind of hypo-spray.

No one seemed to notice him, as all were frozen in place. Trapped in a single moment, unaware of anything going on around them. Even the birds, outside, were frozen mid flight.

Moments after stepping inside the room... a blue box began to fade in and out of existence. With the sound of a loud "THUD", it became solid, and out stepped some kind of Cosmic Hobo.

He observed the toad man for a moment, with 4 eyes staring at the Hobo in surprise.

Pulling out a metal wand, the hobo man held it high above his head. There was a whirring sound, then a pulse of magic, but nothing seemed to change.

"It's safe to breathe," The Hobo smiled. "I've taken over your little trick. Stopping time becomes rather easy, once you've been at it long enough. It's moving through time that's the real trick."

The toad, had no idea what to do. He never encountered someone like himself before. Odd manifestations of ki were so rare, The Arcosians tended to keep all they found in their own fleet.

He hesitantly let go of the breath he was holding. A trick he learned to help him concentrate, in order to freeze time... and just as the man promised, reality was still frozen.

"Who..." Taking in a big gulp of air, to help stabilize his breathing. The Toad managed to get out. "Who are you?"

The Hobo man tilted his head. "That's a rather rude question, considering this is my house you're invading."

The toad took a moment to understand what he meant. As this was a convention hall, in a hotel, not a house. Then he realized, the man meant the Star Cluster.

The toad gulped, "Y-you're the Doctor?"

"Good guess," The Doctor smiled, "But who are you?"

The, quite literally, 4 eyed toad man gulped. Before forcing himself to stand tall. This could go VERY bad. He wasn't part of the diplomat clutch. He didn't have the training to deal with a possibly hostile Higher Entity.

Shuddering a little, he stood as straight as his fear ridden body allowed. "I'm-I'm Guldo." taking a breath he would do Cooler proud. It was up to him to deliver the message the diplomats failed to. Cooler had gone over what he wanted the Frieza Force to do, on whoever ran into the Doctor... but why did it have to be him?

"Well Guldo," The Doctor began chattering before he could speak. "I was pretty curious when I picked up a time abnormality on one of my Refugee worlds. The wibbly wobbly was extra wibbly on my Timey Wimey detector. I was expecting Time Agents to be invading, but you got the wrong uniform.

"My guess is your an Arcosian Slave. Which is even more worrying... they swore to leave this system alone."

"Prince Frieza-" the Doctor immediately stiffened, so the toad hurried to explain. "appears to have been cursed with compassion, by the Saiyans, who invaded your Star Cluster. Prince Cooler is actually grateful to them, but wanted to make sure they aren't plotting something.

"So Cooler sent Frieza's fleet in, just to tag the more primitive races." At the Doctor's expression. Guldo all but screamed, "TO MAKE SURE THE SAIYANS DON'T HURT THEM!!! We don't want you to think we condone anything to do with the Saiyans!"

The Doctor hummed, "And Cold... is okay with this?"

Right, questions, the Doctor was bound to have questions, try to sound like a diplomat. "Y-yes sir, King Cold just wants to make sure the Saiyans don't threaten your truce with the Arcosians."

The Doctor thought on it. From his perspective, it been a few days since he ran into the Frost Demons, far back in the past. Unlike the Main Universe, this dimension did have an altered Time Vortex, to allow for easier travel through all of history. With self correcting Paradoxes.

So the Doctor was able to go far back into the past... and scare the ever loving piss out of the Frost Demons. Mind you, that was his aging magician incarnation... "The Cosmic Hobo" wasn't very scary.

"Probably should talk with the family proper, about this." The old man smiled. "But first," He held out his hand, for the hypo-spray.

Guldo hesitantly walked closer, and handed it over.

The Doctor gently took it, and scanned it with his metal wand. It made some kind of buzzing sound. To which he smiled. "Pretty advanced tagging system. Nanite based. Designed to transmit all medical knowledge, even let you see what's going on around the subject. Doesn't interfere with any biological functions, like a medical nanobot would. Just let's you safely study and observe the host."

Guldo already knew all that, but figured the Doctor was mostly talking to himself. Still, "Since this is now a Sapient Sanctuary, Cooler is expected to tag a few of them. Make documentaries and write up studies."

The Doctor nodded, "I don't particularly like the idea." He grew quiet, as his Swashbuckler self, currently inside Htuom's Realm, discussed things with Rassillion. After reaching an agreement. "We'll allow it."

He then walked over to a short red head. "This one, will be of particular interest. I might want to see these readings myself. However, if cooler tries to claim him, or anyone, from any of my worlds, I intend to express my displeasure." Trying to sound tough... and failing.

After all, the Cosmic Hobo wasn't as intimidating as other Doctors. He didn't have the experience, and was still a fun loving youth, by Time Lord standards.

Not that Guldo realized that, as he coward at the reputation alone.


Shuichi yelped, smacking the back of his neck. Looking around, he didn't see anything abnormal. Must have just been a bug.


"A TOON!!!" Cooler gaped at the screen. "Some of these pathetic creatures has a legitimate Atypical Manifestation of Ki!!! Not any manifestation but a Toon Class!!! Another Is an Empath!!!"

Planthorr nodded. "There appears to be quite a few family lines, with classes. Enough for their planet to know about them, and not think anything abnormal... Yet they don't have a united magical government... it appears, from other corners of the planet, the population all knows and accepts magical beings. Which resulted in the Magical humans not needing to unite, as they aren't being oppressed.

"That also means that there are few magical schools, and most places that teach magic are smaller Dojos. So the art isn't well studied.

"Then there are a number of Jinchuriki. Such as this Somha Clan, whom bound the demons to their family line, instead of their direct host... I didn't even know that was possible.

"These "Japanese" Humanoids, appear to have perfected sealing, as their major focus of Magical study. I've never seen seals manipulated in such ways... I realize the protocol is to capture any powerful or unique Ki users-"

Cooler scoffed, listening to them gather data on the world. "the Doctor would slaughter us. I'm fully aware he'd make good on his threat."

"Is he truly such a threat compared to the likes of you, my Lord?" Planthorr asked.

Cooler smiled, ruffling his pet's bolding head. It was adorable how they had such blind faith in him.


Inspired By :

• " Junjou Flame " by " Sun'sMoon ".

• " Cooking Classes " by " kurenohikari ".