Warning:
This story contains graphic sex between a seventeen and a twenty-one year old.
Series:
Dragonball Z
Pairings: Gohan and Piccolo
Is there a plot in this lemon? Yes, there is. I would
never write something that didn’t have a plot.
Summary:
Piccolo is dared to go naked into public and Gohan has to rescue him after he
is taken captive.
This story was an answer to a challenge that I came
across. This is the link to it on ff.net http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=594062
That is, if anyone wants to read the original page.
The Challenge:
1) Use the title, All Tied Up
2) Has to be lemon (yuri/yaoi is just fine! :P)
3) All characters have to be in character as much as
possible
4) No cuffs/ropes allowed (be creative)
5) All combinations allowed (preferably no incest,
but if you follow the rules carefully you stand an even chance)
6) The ages of the ‘sex-having’ characters must be
16+
7) Use at least one or more of the following things
- peanut butter
- feather duster
- duck tape
All Tied Up
Written
by Nevyn Slash: email address [email protected]
"Piccolo, I dare you
to go out nude in public. In fact, I bet you that you are too chicken to do
it."
Piccolo looked at the
bald human as if he had grown a second head. "Go nude in public? What is
this nonsense? I thought you said that you weren't going to make me do anything
worse than eating peanut butter. In fact, your words were, 'Come on Piccolo. It
will be fun! I promise that you won't have to do anything too extreme. Except
eat peanut butter. But that shouldn't be a problem, right?' Now, you want me to
go out in public nude? I refuse." Piccolo crossed his arms and scowled at
him as fiercely as he could. The look was ruined though by the smear of peanut
butter on his nose that Gohan put there when Piccolo was dared to eat a jar of
the stuff. He hadn't eaten two spoonfuls before Goku snatched away the jar and
ate the rest.
Gohan laughed at the way
his mentor was acting. "Come on Piccolo. You said that you would play
truth or dare with us. It's not our fault that you choose dare both times that
the bottle landed on you."
Piccolo turned his glare
to include Gohan and the bottle that was still pointing at him from the middle
of the group. "The bottle is rigged."
Yamcha grinned.
"You’re just a poor sport. Be glad that we aren't using the bottle to play
'spin the bottle.' Then you'd really be in trouble."
Piccolo's green cheeks
turned a light shade of purple as he glared at bottle, causing it to blow up
with his eyebeams. "There, no more bottle. Game over." Everyone
ducked as the pieces of glass flew at them from all directions and embedded
themselves in the trees nearby.
Vejita looked aggravated.
"Listen Namek. I am upset over this game as well, but I haven’t
obliterated anything, yet. If you’re going to have an attitude and be a wuss
about it, then you can just leave."
Piccolo glowered at the
Saiya-jin prince, who glared right back at him. "I'm not a wuss."
"Could've fooled
me," Vejita coolly replied.
Piccolo regarded all of
the ones around him briefly. The bald, short human, Krillin, was the one that
had issued the challenge to him in the first place. It was Krillin's fault that
Piccolo now had to decide on what course of action to take. The one sitting
next to Krillin was Yamcha on his right, his long hair framing his amused face.
Next to Yamcha was Tien, with all three eyes looking at him. Chou-Su was
peering at him from his perch on Tien's shoulder. He was trying hard not to
laugh, covering his small white face with his hands. Beside them sat Vejita. He
was sitting apart from the group, a scowl on his face. Goku was sitting next to
Vejita, smiling reassuringly at Piccolo, and trying to ignore the tail that was
crawling up his leg. Finally, there was Gohan sitting next to him, looking at
his mentor with trusting and proud eyes.
Piccolo sighed, and
prepared himself for the argument he would have to face after he informed the
others of his refusal. Just then, Chichi, Juuhachi, and Bulma approached them.
They had been drawn by the commotion caused by the bottle breaking; in the
clearing, they discovered the other Z warriors sitting around a scowling
Namek-jin.
Chichi took in
Piccolo's scowling face and all the others trying not to laugh, and brushed her
dark hair away from her eyes as she addressed them. "What is going on over
here?" she asked.
Bulma smirked.
"Isn't it obvious? They want Piccolo to do something that he doesn't want
to do."
Piccolo glared at the blue
haired woman. "They want me to go out naked in public."
The blonde haired
cyborg crossed her arms and looked at him intently. "Please tell me that
you aren't afraid of a little public exposure."
"Unless of course,
you have something to hide," Chichi put in.
Piccolo's face flushed.
"No. I simply refuse to-"
"Nope, can't
refuse." Goku laughed. "If you want to refuse, you have to do it at
the beginning of the dare or not at all."
Piccolo couldn't believe
what he was hearing. They were all against him. With a growl, he began to push
himself up, getting ready to leave. Suddenly, the women tackled him to the
ground after Bulma issued an unspoken command. Piccolo tried desperately to
push them off as Bulma, Chichi and the android started to undress him.
The men looked on in
amusement, watching the display that the three women were making. The whole
scene looked… weird. Piccolo was beneath it all, struggling, bouncing up and
down, with the women on top. All in all, the scene looked very suggestive.
Deciding that this was
going nowhere rapidly, all but Vejita decided to help. Vejita sat away from all
the commotion, watching the scene with amusement. The men got organized and
held down Piccolo's limbs as the women quickly tore the clothes free.
As soon as Piccolo was
undressed, they all stepped away from the disgruntled man as he pushed himself
to his feet. They all were looking at him in amazement and Piccolo didn't like
it. "What? Have none of you ever seen a naked Namek before?" he
asked, annoyed.
Chichi smirked. "No.
It's not that. I just thought that Nameks were asexual."
Piccolo huffed. "We
are. However, that doesn't mean that we can't produce our eggs through other
means as well. And now, if you don't mind, I am going to get dressed."
Before the Namek-jin could
focus on the technique of making clothes however, a strong hand gripped his
arm. Piccolo glared at his capture and asked, "What do you want?"
Goku grinned at him as he
gestured to all the others to join hands. "I am taking you into public
now."
Piccolo was aghast.
"What! You can't do that! I-"
His statement was cut off
as Goku used his instant teleportation technique to plop them all right in the
middle of Orange City during rush hour. Piccolo could feel his cheeks burn as
he noticed all the looks that his nudity was getting.
Yamcha grinned at Piccolo
and said, "Now that we are here, you have to stay like this for five
minutes and walk around."
Piccolo growled at the
spiky haired human. "Now you go too far."
"No he doesn't,
Piccolo," Tien cut in. "A dare is a dare and you have to complete
it."
"Oh, and you have to
hit on someone." Everyone looked at Bulma with amusement. Well, all of
them save for Piccolo who looked like he was about to kill her.
"You can't add
things!" he complained.
"I didn't,"
replied Bulma defensively. "If you had ever played this game, you would
know that making you do other things in the act of the dare is perfectly
reasonable."
Yamcha leaned towards
Tien, Chou-Su, and Krillin and asked them in a whisper, "What twisted
version is Bulma playing?"
Krillin shrugged.
"Don't know, but it sounds a lot more interesting than the original
game."
Tien nodded. "Yeah.
Who knew that you could add to the dare? Should we add something to it
too?"
Yamcha shook his head.
"No. Piccolo would blow a fuse."
They turned to look at
Piccolo as he spoke. "Whom do you want me to hit on?" he asked in a
grumpy voice.
Everyone decided to
torture him and began to look at all the people in contemplation. Finally,
Juuhachi turned to the others. "Why don't I randomly pick someone in the
crowd coming this way. I'll have my eyes closed."
"That's a great
idea!" exclaimed Chichi.
"Okay. Let’s
see." Juuhachi closed her eyes and spun in a circle as she raised her hand
and randomly pointed to someone in the crowd.
Piccolo paled at the
choice, feeling even more naked than before. Juuhachi opened her eyes when she
heard snickers and looked in the direction she was pointing. With a smirk very
similar to Vejita's, she crossed her arms and stepped back to stand with the
others.
Piccolo could do nothing
but stare at the choice as it slowly moved closer and closer to him. At last,
Krillin pushed him forward. "Go on Piccolo. Give him some of your Namek
charm."
"What are you afraid
of Greenbean?" goaded Vejita.
Piccolo glared at him. "Someday
Vejita, you are going to get yours." He turned his glare to include the
rest of them. "All of you will."
Yamcha shook his head.
"Yeah, yeah. Stop stalling."
"And make sure that
it looks believable," called Bulma as Piccolo moved glumly off.
Almost everyone watched
intently as Piccolo walked towards the man that Juuhachi had picked.
Vejita and Juuhachi just looked bored with the whole situation.
As
Piccolo walked, he tried to think of all the things he knew about hitting on
people. He knew absolutely nothing about the subject. Never before had he seen
anyone do so either. Not even Yamcha. It was pointless to even look to them for
help on the matter. Juuhachi was already with Krillin. Vejita with Goku and
Yamcha with Bulma. Chichi, Tien and Chou-Su didn't want anyone presently and
Gohan was only 17 and wasn’t interested in anyone that Piccolo was aware of.
Cursing
his luck at getting picked for this, Piccolo walked up to the old bald guy
wearing a purple turtle shell. Putting on his best smile, which resembled a
grimace more than anything, Piccolo said, "Umm… Sir. What's a… umm… nice
looking guy doing out here all by yourself?"
The old man didn't hear a
thing Piccolo said for he was distracted by Piccolo's nude state. Piccolo
glared at him and barked, "Answer me old man! I don't have all day!"
"Patience Piccolo.
You don't have to yell. I can hear you just fine," Master Roshi said,
looking Piccolo up and down.
Piccolo felt uneasy
already with all the looks that he was getting from the general public and now
this man was checking him out. He strongly wanted to just disappear.
"My, my. Don't you
look fine," muttered Master Roshi to himself, but loud enough for
Piccolo's sensitive hearing to hear.
"I thought you were
only interested in girls?" grumbled Piccolo.
Master Roshi resumed his
staring as he answered. "Nah. You all just thought that."
Piccolo raised an eye
ridge at that thought. "Then why do you never look at male pictures? Only
females? And why do you never drool… over…" Piccolo trailed off as he noticed
the trail of drool coming out of Roshi's mouth.
Master Roshi grinned
toothy at him. "Well, you don't think I'd let too many people know that,
do you?" He quickly looked around and then pulled a roll of duct tape from
inside the shell on his back. Faster than Piccolo thought he could move, Roshi
approached him and began to wrap the duct tape around him.
Piccolo was too shocked
to do anything until his arms were wrapped up. "What are you doing?"
he cried.
Master Roshi didn't look
up as he continued to wrap Piccolo up in the tough material. "Just
wrapping you up so I can take you home with me. I can't wait to see what you've
got."
Piccolo smirked as he
began to raise his ki level. "These bonds won't hold for long."
Master Roshi finished
what he was doing and smirked slyly at the Namek. "Sure they will. I
designed them myself for an occasion such as this. Nothing can take that tape
off other than a special solution that I discovered. Now, you are coming home
with me. In a moment, you will be my new sexy play thing." After saying
this, Master Roshi picked up Piccolo with amazing strength and started to high
tail it down the street.
*
Meanwhile the others were
watching the exchange between the two and when Roshi started to wrap up
Piccolo, they didn't know what to think.
Krillin rubbed his head
and asked, "Why doesn't he get out of that?"
Gohan frowned as the
others began to laugh at the scene of Roshi running off down the street with a
protesting silver and green mummy. "I don't know, but it isn't
funny."
"Course it is,
brat," stated Vejita with a smirk. "Just look at them."
Gohan growled. “No one is
going to take my mentor away - especially him!” Gohan scowled at the
prince, and then frowned as Master Roshi turned a corner and disappeared with
the tied up Namek-jin. The others couldn't help their barely suppressed
amusement and broke out into laughter.
Gohan growled at them and
with a snarl, he took off after the old man and swore to himself, “When I catch
him, I’ll yank out his white beard.”
The others were laughing
too hard and didn't notice Gohan’s departure. As soon as he was off, Gohan
wasted no time and immediately started thinking of ways to make the old hentai
pay for taking off with his teacher.
Gohan was so deep in
thought that he didn't notice the others calming down enough to watch him for a
moment before linking hands once again and disappearing with Goku.
*
Piccolo was thinking of
ways to disembowel the others for getting him into this mess, and ways to get
free. He really didn't want to think of what was going to happen to him. He
growled and tried to break the tape but found that it still resisted the
strength of his arms and struggles.
Roshi cackled gleefully.
"I'll have so much fun later. Why are you naked like this?" Roshi
asked the green man that was held over his shoulder.
The Namek-jin snarled.
"It was a damn dare!" he almost roared.
Roshi just laughed.
"Well, I have to say that I like the dare," the old man replied as
they reached the outskirts of Orange City.
*
Fed up with the chase,
Gohan put on an extra burst of speed and landed in front of Master Roshi and
Piccolo on the outskirts of the city. Crossing his arms over his chest, he
glared at the old master and said with barely suppressed patience, "Master
Roshi, I demand to have my mentor back."
Roshi smirked slyly.
"I'm not done with Piccolo yet. Come back in a few days."
Gohan glared and started
to advance angrily on the old master. "What are you going to do to stop me
from taking Piccolo back?" he snarled. If he had a tail, it would've been
puffed up and lashing from side to side in anger.
Roshi put Piccolo
carefully on the ground, and pulled a dart gun loaded with a little blue vial,
from out of the shell on his back. "You see what this is Gohan? Bulma gave
me this fluid when I told her that I had trouble sleeping at night. I took the
medicine and loaded the dart gun. Now I can use it to take girls home with me.
Of course, if Bulma knew what I was doing with it, she wouldn't keep supplying
me with some each month. It might keep Vejita down for a few hours. It can keep
a regular human down for a day and a half. Just imagine what it could do to
you!"
Gohan glared, then
smirked. "What makes you think you can hit me? I was able to dodge Cell's
every attack and he was a lot stronger and faster than you are."
Roshi grinned
sadistically. "You won't be able to see this." He then pushed the
trigger and faster than Gohan could see, the dart embedded itself in his arm.
Instantly, Gohan began to
see double and the world swam before his eyes as he fell into darkness.
***
~Five hours later~
Gohan awoke feeling very
groggy. Grasping his spinning head, he sat up slowly to find himself in a jail
cell. Looking around he could see five other men in the cell, one of them
looking at him with a licentious glint in his eyes.
Gohan shivered under the
look and immediately adverted his gaze to the man nearest him. "What am I
doing here?" he asked.
The man raised an eyebrow
at him, his blue eyes dancing with mirth. "You tell me. I'm not the naked
one here."
Gohan eyes widened as he
looked at the man in disbelief, and then down at himself. As soon as his saw
his naked form, he clasped his hands over himself and his face turned pink. You
could've cooked an egg on his forehead.
The others in the cell chuckled
with glee at his embarrassment. Gohan's face brightened even more. With a
groan, he sunk down onto a cot and tried to figure out what to do.
He could break out of
the cell, but being the law-abiding citizen he was, but his morals wouldn't
allow him to do such a thing. With a sigh, he decided that the best option for
him at this point would be to wait for someone to bail him out.
***
~Four hours later~
Gohan looked up from the
cards that he was playing with the other inmates in the cell with him as the
door of the cell opened, and the face of an officer appeared at the bars.
"Is there a Son Gohan in here?"
Gohan stood up from the
game and approached the door, feeling the eyes of the horny man on his back as
he walked. "Yes sir. That would be me. Is there a problem?"
The guard shook his
head, looking behind Gohan towards the inmate that was making Gohan nervous.
"No, there is not a problem. But there may have been one if you had stayed
in here a little longer than you have."
Gohan knew what the guard
was talking about and looked back at the man that was still studying him.
"I... umm…"
"You don't have to
say a word. Your bail has been paid. You are free to go."
Gohan raised an eyebrow
in question at that as he walked out of the cell. "Who bailed me out?"
The guard shrugged.
"Some lady. I am just here to get the inmates out. Oh, and you may want to
put on some clothes as soon as you can."
Gohan's cheeks flushed as
he walked down the row of cells, feeling dozens of eyes on him. "Isn't
there some clothing that you can let me borrow?"
"Nope. Sorry,
sir," the guard replied, shaking his head as he reached the end of the
hall and pulled out his keys.
Gohan
groaned at the thought of what his mother would say when she found out about
this. 'Course, she probably already knew and was no doubt waiting for him in
the reception room of the police station. Unlike his dad, Gohan felt
self-conscious when he was naked before others. It was the way that he was
brought up. Instead of living by himself in the middle of nowhere like Goku had
when he was younger, Gohan lived with his mom and that made all the difference.
The guard closed the door
after Gohan stepped through it and he was free to walk to the waiting room on
his own. As he went, he was once again aware of all the looks he was receiving.
Unlike the looks the other criminals gave him however, these looks were those
of disapproval.
*
Gohan finally reached the
waiting room, dreading whom he would find within and hoping that it wouldn’t be
his mother. There were only three other people in the room. A young man with
short brown hair, a tall woman with weary dark eyes and a blue haired
attractive woman.
As soon as Gohan entered,
the three people in the room all turned to look at him. As soon as they saw
that he was naked, their faces turned from expectation at seeing the people
they were waiting for, to that of astonishment.
The blue haired lady
rushed to him and pulled him after her out of the building and into the car
waiting before the station. Once he was inside, he felt a lot better and not so
exposed. Once Bulma got in the car she turned it on and demanded, “Gohan, what
were you thinking? Going out into public naked! You should feel ashamed of
yourself!”
Gohan lowered his head,
his hands moving to cover himself once more. “It wasn’t my idea,” he mumbled.
“Roshi knocked me out and I woke up in there like this.”
Bulma shook her heard.
“Are you implying that Roshi took your clothes?”
Gohan nodded. “Yes. And
he still has Mr. Piccolo.”
Bulma laughed. “That is
the wildest thing I have ever heard. Why would Roshi knock you out and take
your clothes? Sure, taking Piccolo is down right strange, but what you are
suggesting is not even plausible.”
Gohan glowered at her.
“Fine, don’t believe me. I don’t care. All I want to do is get my teacher
back.”
Bulma nodded.
“Understandable. You can go over there after you talk to your mom.”
Gohan looked at her,
horrified. “What? I can’t see my mom like this!”
Bulma shrugged, “Your
problem, not mine. You should not have been running around the city naked.”
“But I wasn’t…” Gohan
trailed off, knowing that he wasn’t going to win the fight and looked out the
window, missing the grin that flashed across Bulma’s face.
*
The talk with Chichi
wasn’t uplifting at all. After thirty minutes of her ranting about how
irresponsible he was, she made him go to his room and get dressed. Bulma wasn’t
any help at all, having already finishing what she set out to do.
After Gohan disappeared
miserably up the stairs, Chichi turned to Bulma. “Thank you again for bailing
him out. After I was told he was in there, I didn’t know what to do.”
Bulma
nodded in understanding. “I know. In addition, you were mad. Don’t you worry
about paying me back, I was more than happy to help.”
Chichi hugged her friend
tightly and smiled. “Great. Oh, and you’re coming to dinner soon. Right?”
Bulma nodded. “Sure.
When?”
“Next weekend sound good
to you? It will give me enough time to find Goku and Vejita and invite them
also.”
Bulma laughed. “Good luck
getting Vejita to come.”
Chichi shrugged. “He
knows that there will be lots of food. What Saiya-jin could resist that?”
“Especially your food,”
Bulma complimented. “You’re a wonderful cook.”
Chichi blushed slightly.
“Why thank you, Bulma. See you tomorrow then?”
Bulma nodded. “Sure thing.
Later Chichi.” With a final hug, Bulma walked out and waved before stepping
into her car and driving off.
*
Meanwhile, Gohan had
finished dressing and was now getting ready to leave in order to get his
teacher back. Who knew what he was going through in the hands of that lecher?
Armed with money, he flew out the window and headed toward the city.
*
Gohan walked out of the
pink salon shop (a pink salon shop in Japan, are the places that sell
pornography and are painted pink) with a bag containing five new comic books,
all depicting lots of pictures of naked men and woman within the pages. With a
smirk, he flew off in the direction of Kame House.
***
Gohan landed before the
house of the turtle hermit on the small island and could hear the laughter of the
old master. With a growl, Gohan pounded on the door and without waiting for a
response, opened it and stepped into the room that was brightly lit with the
light of the setting sun.
Following the sounds of
the laughter, Gohan found his way to the back room. The smell of revulsion and
maniacal happiness was seeped into the smell of his mentor and the old master.
With another growl, Gohan tried the knob, and finding it locked, simply used
his free hand to blast the door down, not in the mood for formality.
The sight of a naked old
man sitting atop of Gohan’s equally naked master caused a snarl to arise within
him and he stalked over to the pair lying atop the bed and stopped in confused
surprise. Piccolo wasn’t wrapped up anymore.
Gohan frowned at the revelation
and asked, “Piccolo, why are you still there if you aren’t tied up anymore?”
Piccolo
glared at the teen from over Roshi’s shoulder and managed to pry his arms up.
“Because of this!”
Gohan’s eyes widened and he whirled on the old man again. “Untie his wrists
now. What kind of duct tape is that anyway?”
Roshi smirked. “It is a special kind, as Piccolo here has already discovered.
It doesn’t come off easily, but at least it doesn’t hurt if you can get past
the initial barrier. Since it is my tape, I know how to get it off. Piccolo
however, is at my will until I am ready to let him go. Now, if you would kindly
leave, we have some business to take care of here.”
Gohan watched in
disbelief as Roshi bent over toward Piccolo again. When he was inches away from
his teacher’s struggling body, Gohan held up the bag that he was carrying and
said, “Master Roshi, can I make a trade with you?”
Master Roshi looked over
at the teen, his bare chest reflecting the light of the setting sun coming in
through the window and raised an eyebrow. “An exchange? For what?”
Gohan held out the bag and Roshi took it. Opening one of the books, he
immediately started to drool. Gohan’s insides twisted at the sight and he
forced himself to look steadily at the old turtle hermit. “I’ll give you all of
those books in exchange for my teacher, my clothes and the removal of Piccolo’s
bonds.”
Roshi put the book down
and his eyes glowed with mischief. “Sounds fair to me.”
Gohan sighed with relief.
“Then I can have my teacher back?”
Roshi nodded. “And your
clothes. However, in order for Piccolo’s bonds to go, I need four more books.”
Gohan looked at him in
surprise. “What? What are you talking about?”
Master Roshi ticked off
the items on his fingers. “You asked me to give you Piccolo. That’s one. Your
clothes include your tee shirt, boxers, pants, and socks and shoes. That’s
four. Piccolo’s bonds include his two wrists and his ankles, making four.
Therefore, you see, I need one comic book for each item. It’s only fair.”
Gohan’s
eyes widened and then flashed dangerously. “You will give me all I asked for or
no books.” After saying this he snatched the bag away.
Roshi’s eyes appeared
disappointed for a moment and then he smirked. “Fine, but I won’t give you
anything with an attitude like that.”
Gohan glowered and
hastily replied before Roshi could turn his attention back to his teacher.
“Alright. I’ll just remove the duct tape on my own. How hard can that be?”
Master Roshi was really testing his patience.
Roshi nodded and got off
of Piccolo, causing Gohan to look away as Master Roshi left the room. As soon
as he was gone, Gohan went over to Piccolo’s side and asked, “Are you alright,
Piccolo-san?
Piccolo nodded and sat
up. “Took you long enough, ” he grumbled.
Gohan sighed. “Yes,
well, I was in jail for four hours and then my mom yelled at me for thirty
minutes. After that, I had to get the graphic novels. He didn’t do anything to
you, did he?”
Piccolo shook his head.
“No, I just woke up about thirty minutes ago. He spent the time ‘til you showed
up teasing me.”
Gohan looked at him,
questionably and Piccolo started to explain. “He knew that I wouldn’t cooperate
if he removed the tape, so he decided that the best way to keep me from running
off was to knock me out with the same stuff he used on you and then retie only
my hands and feet after removing the original tape.”
Gohan grinned. “That was
a pretty smart thing to do.”
Piccolo glowered at him. “Don’t you be getting any ideas.”
Gohan
suddenly looked confused. “Why didn’t you just fly off?”
Piccolo
huffed. “You try fending off someone long enough to get away without the use of
your arms and legs.”
Gohan
nodded. “Good point.”
Just then, a still naked
Roshi walked in holding Gohan’s clothes.”
“There you are,” said
Master Roshi, dumping the clothes on the bed. “Like I promised. Now, hand over
the comics.”
Gohan handed them over
and immediately Roshi dashed out of the room with them. When he was gone, Gohan
retrieved his clothes and asked his teacher if he would be able to fly home.
Piccolo
nodded. “Yes, Gohan. I can fly just fine.”
“Good, because the sooner I get you home and remove the tape, the better.” So
saying, the two opened the window and flew off into the early evening.
***
On the way to Gohan’s
house, Piccolo made himself new clothes. This was rather difficult because his
arms were tied and he had to face his hands towards his chest at a rather
strange angle. They tried everything they could think of to remove the tape.
Now, they were sitting on the bed, Gohan brutally attacking the bonds with scissors,
but to no effect. Frustrated, he threw them down on the bed and glared at the
tape, sure that it was the spawn of the devil himself.
“It’s no use, Gohan. That
tape is powered with Roshi’s ki. Only he can remove it.”
Gohan started in
surprised and reached out with his mind, feeling the tape. “You’re right. I
didn’t notice it before. So, how do we get it off?”
Piccolo frowned, feeling
the tape as well. “It’s bound to wear off sometime. We could wait.”
Gohan smiled. “Charging
the tape with his ki was a good idea to make it stronger.”
Piccolo nodded and began
to rise. “Yes, it is. I have to go now Gohan.”
Gohan frowned. “I don-”
he began and then stopped, embarrassed by what he almost let slip.
Piccolo looked at the boy
intently. “What is it, Gohan?”
Gohan
sighed and looked away, standing and crossing the room to his desk. “It’s
nothing. You should go. Mom would be mad if she caught you here.”
Piccolo
frowned, knowing full well that his pupil was hiding something from him. “Does
it have anything to do about today, Gohan?” asked Piccolo, floating across the
room to stand beside the boy.
Gohan nodded slightly,
feeling the blood in his face burn.
Piccolo sounded annoyed
as he asked, “Well? What is it, Gohan? Why were you so insistent on rescuing me
when no one else was?
Gohan stood and put some
distance between them as he decided not to beat around the bush and just say
what he needed to say. “Piccolo, you’re probably not going to talk to me ever
again. You probably will hate me and never want to see me again, but I have to
tell you.”
Piccolo raised an eyebrow
at that, amused by the dramatic way that his pupil was acting. He already knew
what it was that Gohan was going to say. It was all too clear over the past
years that Gohan was feeling different around him. From the way that Gohan
acted and looked at him. It all spoke volumes to the passive and seemingly
detached Namek. Now, seeing Gohan stutter with embarrassment, he couldn’t help
feeling sorry for the teen. Floating across the room once more because he was
unable to walk with tied feet, he stopped before Gohan who was still babbling.
“…I know that you
probably will never think of me the same way again and I understand if-” Gohan
stopped mid-sentence as the smell of a forest after the rain reached his nostrils
and he knew right away that it was his teacher. Looking up, he was startled to
see a slight smirk on Piccolo’s face as he leaned towards him.
“You don’t have to say
anything Gohan. I know.”
Gohan looked at him with
slight fear in his eyes. “You know? Oh Kami!” he exclaimed, covering his face
with his hands.
Piccolo continued to
smirk as he reached out with both hands and as much as he was able to with
detained wrists, caught Gohan’s hands in his and removed them from his face.
Gohan looked up into the mischievous eyes of his master before his eyes widened
as he was pushed onto the bed.
Gohan looked at his
mentor in shock. “Piccolo… what are you doing?”
Piccolo smirked. “Well,
what are you going to do to make it up to me for having to wait this long for
you to tell me how you feel?”
When Gohan didn’t respond
and just continued to look at him in shock, he continued. “You could pay extra
training time. Get me in better relation with your mom. Tell the others that I
am really a very bad guy and that they shouldn’t trust me. Gather the
Dragonballs.” He glanced down at his student, still pinned beneath him and his
eyes widened slightly with surprise.
“Or,” said Gohan,
wielding the feather duster he had placed on his bed that morning in order to
dust his room, “I could do this!” With an evil grin, Gohan held the duster up
and began to run it slowly atop of his master’s bare head.
Piccolo cursed his luck
for not creating a hat when he had the time, and was unable to focus the mind
power required to do so because of the torture his sensitive antenna were
receiving from the teen.
Gohan flashed a devilish
grin when he felt Piccolo’s grip loosen and he swiftly flipped them both over,
never once halting the ministrations he was performing on Piccolo’s antenna. For
a few more moments, he continued to make Piccolo squirm, fully aware that the
feathers were ticking his poor teacher like crazy. Finally, he stopped and laid
the feather duster to the side.
As soon as he was able,
Piccolo glared at him and growled, “That was not what I meant!”
Gohan raised an eyebrow
playfully and said, “What did you mean then?”
Piccolo was about to
reply, but the soft pressure on his lips stopped him from being able to say
anything. The unfamiliar feeling of soft lips against his startled him so much
that he forgot to react to the kiss.
Gohan pulled away for a
moment, long enough for Piccolo to better understand what was happening, and
then when he moved to kiss Piccolo once more. Piccolo kissed back, making Gohan
gasp softly at the feeling.
Inexperienced as he was,
Piccolo quickly caught on, unaware that Gohan was just as inexperienced as he
was on the arts of kissing another being, much less a male.
After a few moments, the
kiss deepened, and Piccolo brought his two hands up to grasp Gohan’s hair
tightly. As if on cue, Gohan broke the kiss long enough to straddle his
teacher, his knees on either side of the prone body. Then, instead of
reinitiating the kiss, he bent over and captured one of Piccolo’s antenna in
his mouth.
Piccolo gasped in shock
and his back arched slightly as he suddenly felt himself grow hard. Gohan
smirked, knowing that he had hit Piccolo dead on in his erogenous zone and
doubled his attack. Running his tongue over the thin appendage in his mouth and
lightly sucking was making Piccolo moan slightly under him.
Piccolo couldn’t believe
what he was feeling. The feeling of Gohan’s mouth on his antenna was something
that he had never experienced before. He was now thoroughly hard and he
suddenly became determined to make Gohan feel the same way. Thinking for a
moment, he could remember that when he cut off Gohan’s tail all those years
ago, there had remained a slightly fuzzy spot there. Knowing how sensitive
Saiya-jin tails were, he decided to see if the spot would do anything to Gohan
when lightly touched.
Gohan
was just beginning to move his hands down Piccolo’s chest in an attempt to
remove his shirt when he gasped in shocked pleasure, causing him to lose the
hold that he had on Piccolo’s antenna. Gohan was unable to fight the feeling
that he was experiencing. Piccolo was torturing him by lightly stroking his
tail spot. A spot that Gohan had no idea was so sensitive.
However, Gohan’s undoing
was not his tail spot. With a lustful grin, Piccolo bought his hands down and rubbed
them against Gohan’s swollen crouch. With another gasp, all control left him
and he savagely attacked Piccolo’s shirt with his hands, ripping it away from
Piccolo’s chest.
After the shirt was gone,
Gohan captured Piccolo’s mouth with his once more and just when it was
beginning to heat up, moved from his mouth to trail kisses along Piccolo’s jaw
until he reached his neck. Once there, he slightly sucked the soft skin,
feeling the pulse just beneath the surface. Suddenly an instinct that he didn’t
understand took over his mind, and surrendering to it, he bit down on Piccolo’s
neck, sucking the blood hungrily.
Piccolo opened his mouth
in shock at the sudden pain of getting bitten and had to fight the instinct to
fight back that rose strongly in him. After about half a minute, the pain
subsided and another wave of pleasure flooded his mind, leaving him a little
confused on how a bite could cause pleasure.
As Gohan drank, all
conscious thought left him, leaving only his instincts behind telling him what
do next. When he was through, he pulled back to look at Piccolo, smirking
slightly when he heard the slight groan of disappointment. “Eager now are we?”
he asked as he ran his hands down his mentor’s heated flesh.
Piccolo arched, sliding
his arms over Gohan’s head, removing the shirt in one smooth tug. Tossing it
aside, he contemplated how to accomplish the difficult task of removing Gohan’s
pants with his wrists tied. Gohan started to trail heated kisses down his chest
as he tried desperately to focus and think of a solution.
With
a relieved smirk, he decided to go for the simple solution and raised his ki,
effectively dissolving both of their remaining clothing. Gohan raised an
eyebrow and scooted back so he could study Piccolo, liking what he saw. Now the
real fun could begin.
Gohan
teasingly traced his finger down Piccolo's chest and looked at him, licking his lips
seductively. Piccolo gulped, not knowing
what to think of the way that his normally placid student was acting.
"Gohan, what are you planning?" he asked nervously. The situation was completely out
of his control now and he knew that Gohan knew this.
"Nothing
much," Gohan whispered
huskily. "Just what you
suggested earlier...and pay back."
Piccolo
didn't like the sound of that one bit. He couldn't recognize Gohan at all.
Nothing about him was familiar anymore. However the raging warmth of his need couldn't be ignored either and he smirked at the teen.
"You think that
you can take me? Big talk for someone so young."
"Young?
I'm 17." Gohan smirked. "And you are only four years older than
me"
Piccolo's
eyes widened slightly at the truth from the younger man’s lips. Opening his mouth to reply, no sound
was able to make it's way out of him as the half-Saiya-jin pushed him down onto the bed, immediately resting his smaller body on his
own.
“Speechless?" the demi-Saiya-jin chuckled,
looking straight into the eyes of his captive, a look of pure lust upon his
face. Gohan gently ran his tongue across Piccolo’s nipples, making the body
beneath him moan and shiver with pleasure.
Piccolo gasped as pleasure ripped through him,
surprised that his student was inflicting this kind of pleasure on him. With a moan,
he bent his knees as much as his tied feet would allow and pinned them to
Gohan's sides.
Gohan grunted at the slight distraction but couldn't
be swayed from the torture that he was determined to inflict on his teacher. His kisses trailed further along down the body until he reached his
destination. His tongue slid across Piccolo’s shaft as if he were a child with a lollipop,
trying to savour the moment.
Piccolo growled, his hands tightening in Gohan's
hair. Gohan, feeling the pressure, placed his hands on Piccolo's waist, holding
his hips down to keep them from bucking. Deep throating Piccolo's erection,
Gohan hummed, tightening his grip on his mentor’s hips and making sure the
noise reverberated in his throat, causing a small cry to burst from the older
man’s mouth.
Pulling away slightly, the half Saiya-jin let his
tongue slowly travel up the hypersensitive flesh, stopping when only the head
was resting in his mouth, tongue dipping in the slit at the end before plunging
his head down again.
Piccolo moaned, attempting to buck his hips as Gohan
ran his tongue down his shaft to the base and then up to the head, sliding it
under the flesh of skin at the top. Piccolo grasped the blanket tightly in his
hands as Gohan's hands and hips prevented future movement.
With a loud moan of deep disappointment, he twisted
his head to the side as Gohan’s warm mouth left his member, the air in the room
feeling colder than it was. Gohan smirked sadistically at his teacher and bent
over to whisper in his ear, "How bad do you want me?" Gohan was
having a very hard time keeping control of himself as the smell of freshly
fallen rain flooded his nostrils, but he swore that he was not going to be the
one to give in first.
Piccolo's
eyes narrowed as the teen teased him, testing his endurance. "Gohan,"
his voice, heavy with desire, growled. "When are you going to stop playing
around?"
Gohan
smirked and moved his fingers in taunting circles along his mentor's body.
"When you make me."
Piccolo growled up at Gohan,
who was smirking down at him, thoroughly enjoying himself. With a mighty twist,
Piccolo turned them over, his control lost due to the friction caused by the
movement. Suppressing a groan as his need was rubbed against Gohan’s; he leaned
down and claimed Gohan’s lips fiercely.
Startled by this, Gohan gasped in surprise and Piccolo
seized the opportunity to deepen the kiss further. The demi-Saiya-jin lost all
his will power and gave in to his mentor, wrapping his arms around Piccolo.
The kiss continued to deepen as Piccolo ran his tongue
along Gohan’s bottom lip, requesting entrance. Gohan obliged, opening his mouth
further and reaching his tongue out to lightly stroke his partner’s. They both
moaned slightly, as they broke apart and suddenly Gohan rolled them over again
until he was on top.
“Well, Piccolo, it looks as if I am on top.” Piccolo
growled in response and Gohan smirked, asking, “Are you ready?”
Piccolo didn’t say anything as Gohan placed his fingers
in his mouth and began to suck on them seductively. Piccolo blinked watching
the act and finally growled. “Stop teasing Gohan and get on with it!”
Gohan grinned, removing his fingers from his mouth and
moving them in the direction of Piccolo’s entrance. “Impatient aren’t we?”
Piccolo growled and raised his hips slightly, granting
room for Gohan’s fingers. “As if you aren’t.”
Gohan just smirked and pushed
inside. Piccolo gasped in pain and his eyes widened as Gohan began to add a
second finger and stretch him, moving his fingers in a scissoring motion. After
a bit the pain subsided and Piccolo relaxed. Suddenly, Gohan brushed something
inside him and he cried out in surprise.
Gohan smirked, brushed it once more before removing his
fingers, and ignoring his partner’s small utterance of disapproval at the loss,
placed Piccolo’s legs on his shoulders. Piccolo raised an eyebrow, asking
quietly what Gohan was up too. Gohan just smirked lustfully and buried himself
quickly into his inexperienced partner.
Piccolo suppressed the cry of
pain that he wanted to voice and forced himself to ignore it. The pain soon
passed and Gohan began to move. Piccolo didn’t feel anything at first, other
than the uncomfortable movement, but then Gohan’s member touched that place
inside him again and he gasped aloud, arching into his partner’s hips.
Gohan was in ecstasy. Piccolo was so warm and tight; it
took all of his control to go slowly at first. Then, when Piccolo began to
respond, he picked up the pace, pistoning in and out of his partner, his mind
clouded over in bliss.
Piccolo moaned again as Gohan angled perfectly to hit
that one spot each time and he moved into a rhythm that had him meeting Gohan’s
every thrust, their hips meeting each other smoothly each time.
Gohan was panting, moving in and out of Piccolo almost
brutally. Pulling about until the head was just in, he would slam back in.
Through the fog, he noticed his partner’s need being ignored and reached out,
grasping it in a firm hold.
Piccolo
moaned again, loudly, as his engorged flesh was grasped, and his eyes rolled
back with the pleasure that Gohan’s stroking was causing. Gohan could feel his
abdominal muscles tightened and he began to move faster, his hand moving in
time with his movements.
Just when they could feel
their release coming, there was a knock on the door, unheard above the loud
gasps and pants that the two were making as they moved up and down on the bed.
Neither of them heard the door open or saw Chichi walk in.
“Gohan,” Chichi said
cheerfully. “I was looking for the feather duster and thought that you-”
Chichi stopped dead in
the doorway, shocked at what she saw happening on her son’s bed. For a moment,
all she could do was stand there, shock freeing her worlds upon her lips.
Unable to say anything, she watched as Gohan moved in and out of the green
skinned freak, moaning and panting his name repeatedly.
The moans and pants
steadily increased in volume as Gohan tightened the hold that he had on
Piccolo’s legs, draped over his shoulders, allowing him to move with more
force. Piccolo arched his back suddenly as Gohan hit his prostrate again and
the pleasure ripped through his body, making him cry out, his power level skyrocketing,
overloading the ki strengthened duck tape and incinerating them. His hands and
feet free, he flipped them over and straddled Gohan’s waist, pushing up and
down on his lover with his powerful legs.
Chichi watched as Gohan’s
ki rose to match, his hair flickering to gold as he increased his speed. With
an outraged cry, she decided that she had seen enough and stalked into the room
just as Piccolo cried out again and bent over, biting down on Gohan’s neck to
muffle his next scream.
This was enough to make
her gag in shock as she saw Gohan moan with the new pleasure, blood escaping
from Piccolo’s mouth and running down Gohan’s neck in a crimson river.
She was knocked out of
her daze as they began moving again and she could tell by the look on their faces
and the way they were arching into each other that the end was near. She wasn’t
going to let them finish. With an outraged voice, she yelled, “Son Gohan! What
in Dende’s name are you doing?”
Gohan and Piccolo stopped
what they were doing. Gohan looked around Piccolo’s body at her and Piccolo
turned peering over his shoulder, seeing what the disruption was.
Chichi glared at them,
her arms crossed over her chest. She didn’t like the vacant look in their eyes
as they looked at her. ‘Gohan is so grounded,’ she thought.
Gohan didn’t recognize
his mom at first. His instincts were still strong in him and all he saw at that
moment was a possible threat to his new mate. With a growl and a glare at the
woman, he pulled Piccolo closer to his chest, sighing happily at the feeling of
security it brought him.
Chichi was pissed at her
son’s insubordination and with a screech of anger yelled, “Gohan, I asked you a
question!”
Gohan’s hazy eyes blinked, becoming clearer as he was started by the horrible
sound. Less than a second later, he recognized where the sound was coming from
and his cheeks turned a bright red. “Mom. Umm… What are you doing here?” he
asked nervously.
Chichi glared at them
both as Piccolo got up from Gohan’s body and sat beside him. Absently, she
noticed the way that he didn’t look at all concerned at all. Her eyes focused
on Gohan like a hawk and she said dangerously, “Gohan, what do you think you
were doing?”
Gohan was very uncomfortable as he glanced at Piccolo out of the corner of his
eyes, seeking reassurance. “Mom… I…” Gohan sighed and decided that the truth
would be the best option. Sighing, he faced his mother squarely, his face
resolved. “Mom, Piccolo and I are mates now. According to some Saiya-jin
instinct, when I bit Piccolo, it claimed him as my mate. It is the same as
being married like you and dad were.”
Chichi frowned in
confusion, forgetting her anger for the moment. “What do you mean, mates? And
how do you know that you are mated anyway?” she asked.
Gohan smiled slightly.
“Well, I bit Piccolo and when I did, I suddenly had a flash of insight and
realized instinctively what it meant.” Gohan shrugged. “Plus, I overheard dad
asking Vejita about it shortly after they got together. There are a lot of
things that Saiya-jin do instinctively. Like changing into Oozaru and fighting.
There isn’t anything you can do, mom.”
Chichi looked at him, her
face expressionless, trying to process the information. After a moment, her
face twisted in rage and Gohan knew that this was going to be a long night.
***
~One Week Later~
The whole group was once
again sitting in a circle, a green glass bottle in the center. Delicious smells
were wafting in their direction from the food that Chichi and Bulma were
preparing for the barbeque that Chichi had arranged a week ago. The women were
occupied elsewhere, leaving only Yamcha, Tien, Chou-Su, Piccolo, Gohan, Vejita,
and Goku alone to do what they wished.
The whole group was
listening in rapt attention as Gohan described to them in vivid detail all that
happened a week ago when Master Roshi took Piccolo. They were all enjoying the
way that his face had turned bright red in embarrassment. It was all part of
the game. The bottle landed on him and remembering what happened a week ago, he
had decided to go with Truth. 'Truth' was just as bad as 'Dare'.
Every once in a while he
turned to look at Piccolo, sitting stoic beside him, and felt a little better.
According to the terms of the challenge, he had to tell them everything that
happened after he took off to follow Roshi.
When he finally got to
the end of the lemon scene, they were all looking at him bug eyed, which
immediately turned to disbelief as he told them of Chichi walking in and
finding them. Once he was through telling them of the small conversation and
what he had told her he continued with the rest of the story, summing up the
situation. “She was very pissed and told me I wasn’t allowed to see Piccolo
ever again and I told her that she wasn’t my boss, so she grounded me and made
Piccolo leave. She then yelled some more and I said that I was going to leave
the next day. She got so mad she was unable to talk and left. After she was
gone, I took a very, very cold shower and then packed my stuff and left the
next morning to live with Piccolo.”
When Gohan was finished,
he turned to look at Piccolo and smiled at him. Piccolo smirked back and they
meet in a light kiss, Gohan’s embarrassment fading away.
They were brought back by
a cough and found the others looking at them pointedly. Gohan blushed and
asked, “So, my turn to spin the bottle, right?” The others nodded and Gohan
spun the bottle. It landed on Chou-Su and Gohan asked, “Truth or Dare,
Chou-Su?”
Chou-Su thought for a
moment and then said, “Dare.”
Gohan grinned wickedly as
he thought of what he was going to the little guy, making Chou-Su scoot back
away from him worriedly.
‘This is not going to be
good,’ thought Chou-Su. ‘Not good at all.’
-The End-
Note: I had qualms about
the sex scene. After all, whom do I know that would have sex with someone on
the same night they told him or her how they feel? No one, that’s who.
Therefore, it wasn’t easy to write that Gohan and Piccolo would do so. However,
stalling the lemon scene for a year or so would change the feel of the story
and I didn’t want to do that. So there you are. :)
Dedications: I’d like to
thank all of the following people for help on this story:
Felix, Koco, HalfNorn,
Vampy, Verona, Demonmiko and Skippy for betaing this and/or telling me what
they think about it.
Thanks to Koco and Sazza
for help on the lemon. They had great ideas that came in handy when I ran up
against an inspiration wall. *grin*
And especially thanks to
Anna, for giving me the original idea about a nude Piccolo a long time ago. For
without that idea, the story would never have been written. :)
Could you tell that this
was my first lemon? *Grin* Oh, please read and review. I always read my reviews
and I want to know what you all think of this. No matter when you read it,
leave a review anyway.