Best Left Forgotten 4
Disclaimer: Dragon Ball Z belongs to someone other than me, and I make no money from this at all. Has mentions of rape and will become YAOI later on.
Goku
scrubbed his body ruthlessly in the shower, the water hot enough to scald human
skin, with a rough bristled brush. The upper layer had sloughed off in some
places. Blood oozed from more of the scratches. He slowed in his rubbing,
looking at the wounds, then down at his own body. He remembered not
remembering, now. Asking that the memories be taken away. He had already done
some of it on his own.
He leaned
his head against the shower stall. He shied away from the memories of Furiza,
but the ones of Gaea he held to him like a child cupping a butterfly. He
couldn’t tell if remembering was a gift, or a curse.
Why now? He
was thinking about how he understood Chi-Chi better, Chi-Chi was a mother, he
had been…
A mother.
He hadn’t nursed Gaea, there was nothing that they could do to make him give
milk, but he had fed her, held her, kissed her and sung to her. He could see
the Ice-jin in her, but she didn’t remind him of her father. She was herself,
beautiful, tiny and fragile. The way Goten must have been, and Gohan, he for a
fact had been.
He had
needed to understand his guilt about leaving, and so, he had broken through to
his own memories.
He
suppressed a moan. He knew about the nightmares now. Why did he have to have
remembered?
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Piccolo
kept listening to the sounds in the shower as Bulma called Goku’s family. Of
course, family in his case meant the rest of the Z-fighters.
She didn’t
tell them what had happened, just that Goku needed them. That alone was enough
to get them there.
Gohan
arrived first.
“Piccolo-san?”
he asked, seeing his mentor sitting, with his arms crossed, looking worried.
“What
happened to my dad?” he exclaimed. He felt around for his father’s ki. It
was…dark.
“He’ll have
to be the one to tell you,” Piccolo said, when he heard a cry from the showers.
Getting up, he rushed in to find Goku sprawled on the floor of the shower, just
staring at nothing. He was shaking.
“Goku!”
“Dad!” They
yelled, at the same time, and went over to him.
Gohan
turned off the shower, then as Piccolo once again picked Goku up.
Gohan got a
towel and they wrapped him in it, and Piccolo dried Goku with his ki, and then
changed the towel into Goku’s usual gi.
“Gohan?”
Goku whispered, and his son followed them like a puppy to the medical room.
There was a
loud crash/boom as the others got there.
“Where is
my Goku?” said a voice, and Chi-Chi dashed in, seeing Goku being held like a
giant doll.
“Oh, Goku,
what happened?” she wailed, and kissed him profusely all over the face when he
was sat down.
Goku looked
like hell. His face was pale as snow, colored only by the red scratches that
had yet to heal. Dark circles stood out under his usually sparkling, life
filled eyes. Now they were dull and dry, like dead leaves.
His hair,
like the rest of him, was flat. It lay against his head, still wet, and
tangled.
Chi-Chi
started to fuss.
“Could I
get some warm milk for Goku?” she asked. “A comb? Dear, whatever did this to
you will be stopped, I promise you.”
Bulma
pulled a comb out from a nearby draw, handed it to Chi-Chi who started to comb
her husband’s hair, and went to go get that milk, sniffing loudly.
“Hey,
Goku,” said Tien, coming over. “It gonna be alright, buddy. We’ll find ‘em, and
give them the pounding of-“
“I did it
to myself, Tien,” Goku said, and looked up at him.
“What?”
asked Yamcha. “You’re joking, right? I mean, come on! Goku, you couldn’t hurt
yourself, like that! You’re Goku, man. Goku doesn’t do that kind of
thing!”
Goku looked
at him like he was going to start crying again. Chi-Chi had stopped fussing
with his hair when he had said that, and looked at him like he had grown a
second head.
Goku took
in the whole group that was there. Goten walked over to him, and reached up,
asking to sit in his lap, something he had never done before. Goku swallowed,
and did so.
Gohan,
Goten, Chi-Chi, Tien, Chao Tsu, Yamcha, Puar, Bulma, Vegeta skulking in the
back, and Trunks, looking worried at his best friend.
“What’s
going on guys?” asked Krillen, as he walked in with his family, 18 holding
Marron, and Master Roshi. He started to shake as he saw the whole gang there.
How could he tell them? How?
A hand
rested on his shoulder.
“Do you
want me to tell them?” said Piccolo, his harsh voice again calming him.
He nodded;
a choppy motion. He wanted to huddle under Piccolo’s cape, cling to him, like
he was the only thing steady in his rapidly tilting universe.
Piccolo,
knowing that for some reason it helped, began to rub the shoulder he was
touching, and started with what had happened that night, trying to prepare them
for the rest. It was so unbelievable.
“Vegeta,”
Piccolo said sharply, after telling them what had led up to himself and Goku
getting to CC. “Would you tell them what you told Buma and myself earlier?
About those born third class?”
Vegeta started
when his name had been called, and then started to tell them about the shortage
of females and how the males had been altered.
‘What has
that got to do with Goku?” exclaimed Krillen, looking at his friend, who had
been apathetic to most of the conversation.
He had
turned to Vegeta when he got the part about altering.
“So, that’s
how it happened…”
“WHAT?” the
crowd screamed.
Goku
covered his hands with his ears and whimpered.
“Guys,”
Piccolo said, warningly. They quieted down.
“On Namek,
there was a period of time where I couldn’t sense Goku, but could sense Furiza.
I managed to get to him, found him beaten to the ground, most of his pants
ripped off. Furza had-“ here Piccolo faltered. He had been the one to see it,
and it still didn’t seem true. “He’d been raped.”
“Kami…”
more than one voice said, looking at Goku. Chi-Chi had her hand over her mouth,
eyes wide and shining with tears.
“Goku
blocked most of the memory after I did some healing on him, and went on with
the fight. He didn’t remember any of it then, at least I don’t think so.
Tonight the memories came back out, along with- others.”
“What does
this have to do with what you asked Vegeta?” asked Chao Tsu, totally lost.
There was a
deep breath from 18.
“Guess you
guys wouldn’t get it,” she said snidely for a moment, and turned to Goku, pity
in her eyes.
“What,
honey?” asked Krillen, scratching his head.
“He got
pregnant, you bonehead!” she yelled.
“He
couldn’t have gotten pregnant! If he had, where is the kid?” Krillen shot back,
but they all turned to see Goku give in to his pain, and wrap his arms around
Piccolo’s waist.
“They’re
dead!” he wailed, and started to cry again.
Bulma
choked and started to cry herself, as she entered with the milk.
“Goku?” she
asked softly, coaxing him away from Piccolo. “I put something in your milk to
make you sleep. We’ll take care of you, trust us,” she murmured. Tears on the
warriors face not abating, he tossed back the milk and handed her the mug, and
curled back up on the table.
Everyone
turned to leave, still reeling from the shock.
Piccolo was
about to follow, when Goku whispered,” Please don’t leave me.”
Piccolo
turned, surprised. Bulma had turned as well, and looked at Piccolo. Chi-Chi had
also heard. The others continued to file out.
“He wants
that green-“ Chi-Chi was about to begin, when Bulma hushed her.
“Piccolo
was the one who found him, and is probably the only person he really, really
trusts right now. He sees him as, I don’t know, protector, maybe. But we need
to keep him steady. None of us can know what happened to him, not really, and
Piccolo calms him down. Just go with it!” she hissed, and Chi-Chi,
surprisingly, did. Although she chose to stay as well.
Goku was
still crying softly, although he was no longer sobbing, Gohan watched
helplessly.
Chi-Chi
walked over to him. “Can you tell me about it?”
He didn’t
look at her.
“I was
thinking about you this evening, after a bad dream- I didn’t realize where
those dreams had been coming from. I was sad that I had left you alone with
Goten for all those years, and started to think about what it was like to have
a baby, alone, and just, just started to remember.”
“Was it a
boy or girl?” asked Goten, curiously, still perched in Goku’s lap.
Goku took a
deep breath, and bit his lip. “Two boys and two girls. Only one of the girls
wasn’t stillborn.”
Chi-Chi
gasped. It was all she could do to keep from crying. One of her worst
nightmares when she had been pregnant had been that.
“Gaea, my
daughter, didn’t live very long after that…”
“Dad-“
Gohan said, putting his hand out. He didn’t know what to do.
Goku, in an
act that surprised Piccolo, considering how fragile he had been, shook his
head. “You’re my son, Gohan. We made you grow up too fast as it is. Don’t worry
about me.” He smiled wistfully. “Gaea… looked something like you as a baby.”
Then again,
Piccolo knew that Goku had more than just physical strength.
Chi-Chi
just looked at Goku, staring helplessly.
“I wish I
could make things right for you Goku,” she told him, sitting beside him as
well.
The smile
on Goku’s face now was bitter. He touched her face gently, tracing the planes
and curves there, memorizing them.
“How could
you stand it?” he asked. His tone held a note of- farewell?
“What?” she
asked.
“Knowing
that what you had inside you could die? How can you stand looking at me?”
“Goku,” she
whispered, putting her hand over his. “I was terrified. I can only imagine what
it must have like for you.”
Then she
looked him full in the face, putting her fingers under his chin.
He flinched
away, keeping his eyes lowered.
“I’m not
worthy of you, Chi-Chi,” he said softly, flatly.
“Yes, you
are,” she reassured, him, desperately trying to get him to meet her eyes.
“I couldn’t
protect those that had been so close to me, that I carried them under my heart.
You deserve someone better than me. Someone that doesn’t run off and leave you,
someone that can keep you safe.” He reached out, to touch her face again, then
flinched back.
He
whispered,” You deserve someone who can touch you without having nightmares.”
“Daddy?”
Goten said, confused by what was going on.
His daddy,
that he had barely known, hugged him tightly, and then lifted him off his lap.
“I love you Goten. I’m sorry I couldn’t be the dad you needed.”
“Its okay,
daddy.”
“Chi-Chi,”
he asked, still looking away. “Could you give me a moment alone with Gohan and
Piccolo?”
Chi-Chi
wanted to protest, then saw the look on his face. This wasn’t her Goku. Goku
was a man that could take anything because of his self-confidence. His firm
belief, that no matter what happened, he could handle it. The man in front of
her was in pain, his belief shattered, and dreadfully insecure.
“Okay,” she
answered, quietly took Goten’s hand, and left the room.
Goku ran
his fingers through his still damp hair as she left.
“I need to
go away for a while,” he said, turning to Piccolo and Gohan.
“Dad, you
just got back!” Gohan yelled, standing up.
Piccolo
just raised his eyebrow ridges.
Goku shook
slightly, but kept his voice steady. “I need to go to Yardrat, one last time- I
need to say goodbye again,” he looked up. “Just see her- even if I don’t really
see her, you know?”
He looked
up at them hopefully, wanting to see understanding, something.
Gohan
slowly nodded. He could understand his father wanting to go. Depression rolled
off him in waves, to anyone sensitive to feel it. Getting away for a while,
despite his having been dead for a long time, might help.
“Thank you.
I should be able to make the trip alone in about a two months, maybe longer,
round trip.”
Gohan
nodded again, looking at his father for any sign of what he might be thinking…
“Did you
say alone?” barked Piccolo, bolting to his feet.
Goku
quailed back, but said in a meek voice,” Yes.”
“NO.”
Gohan and
Goku looked at the large Namek in surprise.
“Goku, I
did not save your life to let you just kill yourself again! I’m going, too!” he
growled, snarling into Goku’s face.
“Me, too,
dad.”
“Gohan, I
told you that you don’t need to be worrying about me-“
“You’re my
dad! What the hell did you expect?” Gohan said, putting his hands on his hips,
looking more like his mother than his father right then.
“I wasn’t a
good father to you-“
“You did
the best you could. I knew you loved me. I know mom loves me too. No matter
what might else have happened, I have that. Let me help you, not has your son,
but as an adult.”
Goku
started. He still thought of his eldest as being Goten’s.
He grinned,
genuinely. “I am so proud of you.”
His eyes
started to droop then. “Can you… tell others.. what… I am going to be doing?
Just you guys come.. can’t take too many people…please?” The sedative was about
to take effect.
“Of course,
Goku. Sleep,” said Piccolo, reaching out to again smooth the black hair.
Gohan
walked out, a determined expression on his face.
“Piccolo?
Stay, until I …” he was struggling to say awake. Piccolo nodded, and sat on the
edge of the bed, giving the Saiya-jin the comfort of his presence, until he was
deep asleep.
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//Goku
was crying, bitter tears of anger and despair streaking down his face as he
tried to move his broken body. His butt was seared with pain, torn inside.
“GOKU!”
Hands,
gentle, large, soothing hands rested themselves on his clawed back, willing
something warm into him. Muscles and organs and bones mended… for the most
part. The healing could fix the damage of the rape- but not the fight- not for
all of it.
Goku spat
blood out of his mouth, rolled over to see the face of his healer.
He came
nose to nose with Piccolo. Their faces were nearly touching.
“What
happened to you, Goku” said the Namek, and Goku thought back- and promptly shut
down. History was about to repeat itself when…
“Goku, tell
me what happened, please,” said that husky voice, which sent ripples down his
spine.
Goku
turned, feeling the emotions he had just bottled surge back up, his eyes full
of pain.
“Furiza,
he- he raped me,” he admitted, for the first time, to himself, aloud.
He hurt
me, he said in his mind.
Show me,
Piccolo answered him, in the same way. Goku spilled out the memories before he
could stop himself, and without knowing how, he was in the circle of Piccolo’s
arms, feeling his warm breath in his hair.
“Piccolo,”
Goku begged, crying, not knowing what else to do. He was beyond his own
strength now. “Make the pain go away.”
Piccolo
jerked in surprise as Goku clung to him. “Goku- I healed you. What else do you
want?”
“I don’t
know,” he sobbed, crushing himself into Piccolo. The pain had heightened
everything, made him so aware of how vulnerable life was. His senses had become
hyper, made him so very aware of the heat coming off Piccolo’s body, his musky,
healthy living scent, so sharply different from the beast
earlier. His skin was smooth as satin, and Goku found himself pressing harder
against those steely muscles. His senses cried out for more, and his lips
pressed themselves to Piccolo’s neck, his tongue darting out to taste. Piccolo
gasped quietly, and Goku heard his heartbeat increase. The arms around him
tightened, and he could feel Piccolo’s need grinding against his stomach.
“Help me
forget, Piccolo,” Goku said, looking up into those black orbs, falling in. His
vision blurred for a moment, and green lips brush his own, his eyes closed,
savoring the sensation. He felt the taloned hands rub over his body, removing
the shreds of his clothing.
Goku tore
back, ripping off the clothing of the green man, lust making him forget what
had just happened, as Piccolo nipped down his throat, and started to suckle on
one of his nipples.
“Um- ah, ha
errr- ahhhh…”
Those hands
were touching him where he loved it, his buttocks, his tail spot, and his
groin…
He
convulsed as Piccolo ran a questing finger from the base of his manhood to the
head, fingering the foreskin.
“Ohhh,
Piccolo- ahh, hn…”
He was
touching his balls, then, cupping them in his hand, rolling them gently at
first, then getting more aggressive, as he crushed Goku too him, grabbing his
rear, and lifting him, ravaging his mouth with his tongue. Then Goku was on his
back, spreading his legs eagerly for Piccolo, as the Namek kneeled before him,
gently stretching his anus, and Goku shouted hoarsely, as he thrust in.
Oh,
Goku thought, don’t stop, don’t, please, pppllllleeeeeeease, Kami, don’t
ever stop!
Shhh,
Piccolo told him. Just enjoy it while it lasts.
Then
Goku screamed, as he came so hard –
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Goku woke with a gasp.
He was
still sitting on his bed in the medical wing, Piccolo had left earlier, but
Goku found that he had been draped in the white material that made up his
cloak. He clutched it to his face, and breathed in. Piccolo’s smell permeated
it, and Goku could feel himself becoming hard again, remembering the dream.
His
sensitive hearing picked up the discussion outside the room. They were making
preparations for him to get to Yardrat. Goku felt tears in his eyes. What had
he done to deserve him- them?
Goku tried
to gather his thoughts, remembering the dream. It had been so vivid. It had
started out as usual, but the ending; it was pure fantasy.
Furiza,
what have you done to me?
It was just
a dream…
To be continued.