Part 3

Gohan lay naked in grass, in a meadow not far from Piccolo's waterfall. He lay there snuggled up in his lover's arms, underneath a blanket made of air. They were both awake, but neither wanted to move from their cozy spot nor disturb the other.

"Did you feel that?" Gohan asked Piccolo as he sat up. He could have sworn he just felt Goku's presence, or at least a large ki signature like his. It stopped after awhile.

"Yes, I did. Any chance it could have been Goten?" Piccolo asked, sitting up himself, already knowing the answer.

"No, he's still asleep."

"How can you tell?"

"I'm his brother! I can tell, trust me!" Gohan said with a slight smirk and a twinkle in his eyes.

"I always have." Piccolo thought for a moment. "It must have been him. It's the only explanation." he decided.

"But that means . . ."

"Yes, I know. How will he handle it?"

"I don't really know. I could only guess his reaction, but not what he'd do about it." Gohan thought for awhile. "But who brought him back? Do you think it was . . ."

"Most likely. He's out there, heading to where Goku stopped." Just then, they both felt Goku leave, but with so much power, it didn't seem possible.

"I have a feeling that he'll be the only one to help Dad now."

"But will he get to Goku before he does something rash?"

"I hope so. I hope Dad accepts him. They could be so happy together! I just know it!" Gohan punched the ground with his fist, causing a small crater to form bellow it.

"Calm down, koibito! You're getting yourself all worked up!" Piccolo gently massaged Gohan's shoulders.

"Mmmmm, that feels go-od!" Gohan leaned back against his koi, a smile on his lips.

"Lie down on your stomach and I'll do your back." Piccolo purred into his ear. Gohan readily complied and Piccolo straddled Gohan's ass. He began working from his shoulders down, his long nails playing against his skin every now and then. Gohan 'mmm'ed and 'aaah'ed and 'o-h'ed intermittently. Piccolo moved back onto Gohan's legs so he could reach his lower back better. He soon reached the spot where Gohan's tail used to be. The site of the small round scar brought memories flooding into his mind, mostly of when he had to remove Gohan's tail, repeatedly. He had always felt bad about that, but he had no choice in the matter. He bent over and kissed the scar, trailing his tongue over the sensitive skin.

"Aaaaaaaaah! Piccolo! Don't do that unless you mean it!" Gohan gasped. Piccolo moved up to whisper in Gohan's ear.

"And when have I not meant it, my love?" he began nibbling on Gohan's ear and reached around to play with his nipples.

"Mmmm! Oh, no! Not now! Goten's coming!" he tried to get up, but Piccolo held him in place. "Piccolo! Stop playing! We gotta get dressed before Goten gets here!"

"He'll be awhile yet. We have plenty of time for a little fun!" he purred.

"Why Piccolo! You're hornier than a 15-year old boy, today!" Gohan said with a sly smile on his face. "If we start now," he turned over, "he'll catch us in the act!" he put his arms around Piccolo's neck. "Are you sure you want to scar my baby brother for life?" he asked, not really caring what the answer was.

"Maybe then he'll leave us alone." he began nuzzling Gohan's neck.

"You know, we should get a place of our own. Anybody could find us here out in the open like this."

"Like the time you pounced me 3,000 feet in the air and said no one would see us without a telescope?"

"Well . . ."

"And then half way through, a 747 flew right past us?"

"Well . . ." Gohan was know blushing profusely.

"And then they made a second pass, and then a third?"

"Well, the third was just so they could get back on course . . ."

"And then that news helicopter came by with a video crew inside and decided to tape us?"

"At least it wasn't live feed! And we did get the tape . . ."

"Tapes." Piccolo corrected, then proceed to give Gohan's nipples a little more attention.

" . . . tapes from them. And they are kind of fun to watch! Hey, where do you keep those, anyway?" he then began to suckle on the tender green flesh between Piccolo's neck and jaw.

"Mmmm, Kami's lookout." Gohan stopped.

"What if Dende or Mr. Popo find them?" Gohan asked a little frantic.

"Don't worry. They're in a safe place." Piccolo said, continuing his ministrations.


Meanwhile, at Kami's lookout . . .


Dende and Mr. Popo sit staring wide eyed at a tv screen that is showing what was on the videos that Mr. Popo had found while cleaning.

"Oh, my! How many tapes were there?" Dende asked.

"Five or six." Mr. Popo replied.

"And you found them where?"

"In the back of the storage closet, wrapped up in a white clothe."

"How odd."


Back to Piccolo and Gohan . . .


"I do agree that we should find some place to live, what with a little one on the way." Piccolo smiled as he watched his lover's eyes light up with excitement.

"Piccolo, you bastard! When were you going to tell me!" Gohan exclaimed, hugging the namek.

"I wanted it to be a surprise!"

"Well, I sure as hell am surprised! How long have you been keeping this a secret?"

"A month since it started. I didn't want to worry you."

"How much longer?" Gohan asked, the anticipation evident on his face and in his voice.

"I'd say, about a week." Gohan's jaw dropped.

"A week!?! We better hurry! There's so much to do and so little time!" Gohan paced the valley floor. "We need a house, furniture, baby stuff! Why didn't you tell me sooner? Aw, hell, I'd need two months just to get half the stuff!" he rambled on, talking as fast as a five-year old on a sugar high, his panicky pacing wearing a rut into the ground.

"Uh, Gohan . . ."

"Maybe Bulma could help us out, she could get us a capsule house! But where to put it? Maybe . . ."

"Gohan."

"And baby stuff! Where are we gonna get baby stuff? Maybe Goten's old things? No, I think Mom gave most of it away. Maybe Bulma still has some of Trunks' or Bra's? Does Bulma even . . ."

"Gohan!"

"What is it? Something wrong?" Gohan rushed to his partners side.

"Two things, Gohan. 1. That's getting on my nerves, so calm down. 2. There's more you need to know. Now sit down and keep quiet till I finish." Gohan sat down beside Piccolo, full of questions about what he was going to say, but not daring to disobey Piccolo. Oh, no. He remembered all to well how his mom was when she was pregnant with Goten. A pregnant woman, especially if it's Chichi, is nothing to mess with! He wasn't sure about pregnant Nameks, but he wasn't going to push it to find out! Mama didn't raise no fool! ^_~

"Normally, the gestation period for Nameks, is about a week, and in some cases less than that., even a day. But that is for a male child. For a female, it takes about five weeks, and a lot of hell to go through. Which is why all Nameks are male. No one wanted to go through such torture to have a female that isn't needed. And, as you may have noticed, a pregnant Namek is extremely horny and only feels like satisfying their own cravings. Also, they can't train or do anything strenuous while pregnant, and therefor very irritable when they can't do what they want to. Fortunately, they can still have sex. Now, a week of this isn't so bad, but five weeks is hell for everyone in the vicinity. Which is why I've made it a point to stay out of populated areas more than usual and therefore couldn't come to the dinner party last week."

"Oh . . ."

"There's more. If a Namek is pregnant long enough, he will become extremely . . . emotional. Much like your mother was when she was pregnant with Goten. Now afterwards, the egg should hatch within hours of . . . coming out." Piccolo had started to sweat, either from the difficulty of telling Gohan these detail or from the warm summer sun. Gohan waited patiently for Piccolo to continue. He placed his hand on his shoulder reassuringly. Piccolo placed his own hand atop of Gohan's, giving it a gentle squeeze, and smiled at him. Gohan smiled back.

"Goten's almost here. We better get dressed. The rest can wait. But don't tell him, or anyone, yet. Okay?"

"I won't tell. I promise, love." Gohan wrapped his arms around Piccolo and kissed his forehead tenderly.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you two were sweethearts!" Goten joked as he walked up behind them.

"Hey, Goten. What's up?" Gohan greeted his sibling as Piccolo gave a 'hellonowgoaway' grunt.

"Not you two, I hope!" Goten kidded. "Dad's back." he said, the mirth now gone from his voice.

"We know."

"He found out."

"We figured he did."

"I think we should look for him."

"Do you really think that's necessary?"

"From what Mom told me, he was quite distraught after finding her with Zarbon, and I can't feel him anymore. Gohan, I'm worried!"

"I can't feel him either. I can't feel either of them. I'm not sure if that's a good or bad sign! When you said he found them together, you didn't mean . . ." Gohan started.

"No, they were just in the kitchen fixing breakfast." Goten shook his head.

"Well, that's something, at least. Alright, go get Trunks and both of you go to Kami's lookout and see if Dende can find him. Got it?"

"Yeah. But what about you?" Goten asked, somewhat confused. Didn't he want to help?

"Me? Summer classes, kiddo! I've got a job to do. I do have my responsibilities. I'm sure that you guys can handle it, but if for any reason you need me, just call, kay?" Goten nodded. He had forgotten that Gohan still had work in the summer.

"Good. Damn! I better get going before I'm late!" Gohan looked about him. "Uh, hon? Do you remember where I put my clothes?" he asked Piccolo. He thought for a minute.

"They're at the bottom of the lake."he said.

"At the bottom of . . . in the lake!?! Damnit!" Gohan started walking down to the lake to retrieve his wet clothes.

"Gohan, wait." Piccolo called after him. Gohan stopped and walked back.

"You sure?" Gohan asked, worried that it might be to strenuous for Piccolo to do.

"Don't worry, it's easy!" Piccolo said, as he stood up, giving Goten an eyeful. Five seconds later, Gohan was wearing a blue business suit, pinstriped shirt, a dark blue necktie, socks, and shoes.

"Very nice, Piccolo! But you forgot something." Gohan said. Piccolo cocked an eyebrow.

"Says who?" he said, with a grin on his face. Gohan smiled back. He walked up to Piccolo and wrapped his arms around his waist.

"Why you little devil!" They kissed, and kissed, and kissed, and . . .

"If you keep this up, Gohan, you'll have to fly to work! Wouldn't your employers and students just love that!" Goten reminded him. Gohan muttered 'Damn.' into Piccolo's lips, who seconded it.

"See you for lunch?"

"You bet! Even if I have to fly!" Gohan winked. They let go of each other reluctantly and Gohan took off, heading for his room to collect his stuff before driving to work.



A/N: For those of you who are not familiar with the words: Koibito=lover/boyfriend/spouse/etc. Koi is the shortened form of koibito, and means carp . . . O.o;; But, in this case, it basically means love or lover. ^^;; Oh, and the whole Namek reproduction thing is just alot of crap I thought up for this fic. I have a plan! Hehehehehehehehehehehehe!!! ^_~

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