Gohan x Piccolo Apples

Chapter 14: Our Romantics

Piccolo watched as Gohan became a small dot in the distance, swallowed by clouds and joined the ebbing flow of life on the Earth, he didn't feel real then, his mind in a jumble and his body on a high, Piccolo just stood there, not sure of himself, was he...giddy? yuck, all this mushy stuff had really gotten to him...at the silly thought he just shook his head ridding himself of little; his body refusing to let go of whatever sensations it had just been awakened to, a constant thrum jolting through his nerves. It was so strange, that kiss, how it could affect him so much? A warmth throughout his being, making his tingle and shudder.He still felt like his world was flipped, turned inside out and upside down, Gohan loved him, loved him, wanted him and needed him. Piccolo felt like crying then, a sting in his eyes that he refused to let fall, it was a silly thing, to cry like that, it just wasn't something he did really, or refused to let happen, not that he would ever judge anyone who did cry; it was their right. But Piccolo gulped and suppressed the tug and watery eyes; he had everything he could have ever wanted an more and it was all in the form of that young man; yes; Piccolo was in love and he wondered if he'd felt like this for a longer time than he thought.Turning from the edge of the lookout, the Namek walked in long strides back towards his room, elegant fingers touched his lips in remembrance, and a shiver running down his spine causing him breathe deeply. Piccolo had experienced a lot in his life, he'd fought both against and for the world's safety, he'd faced enemies that could reduce galaxies to dust and he'd even fused his soul and died before, but that kiss, accepting love in the way he just had made him tremble, made his soul fire up like never before, and made him proud to be where and who he was. Piccolo reached his room again, closing the door behind him swiftly and leaned his weight against it staring out into the spacious abode, and he mindlessly turned down the light, tired eyes deciding to have shadows to match yet he was too riled to truly be at ease.Seeing the bed where the confession and kiss had occurred his face began to warm yet again, pleasure still whispering over his skin and lips, and then looked down at himself seeing yet again that his clothes resembled the rumpled sheets of the bed and remembered how Gohan's hair felt through his fingers and against his antennae, they were very sensitive, and then...there was that heat, the feeling between his legs. Sitting down on the bed, sinking into the sheets silently his hip whispering about pain but it really wasn't so bad anymore, Piccolo removed his shoes and heard them drop onto the pristine white floor as he brought his now bare feet up onto the bed, the soft quilts caressing the exposed skin; and sat in the centre of the bed, legs out in front of himself, knees slightly bent, feet pressing into the plush blankets.He found himself looking down at himself, he was curious about 'down there', to think his resolve had been destroyed so quickly, since he matured sexually in that one agonising week he hadn't thought about it again, then one kiss from the teen and he was spiralling into pleasures he's only scratched the surface of, and was hungry for more. He felt his curiosity was getting the better of him, he knew it was okay, because it was Gohan, he was feeling this way because of Gohan, and judging from the blushes and the teen's confession of desire, those growls Gohan thought Piccolo hadn't heard, he should know by now the Namek heard everything, Gohan had been fighting physical urges for a while. Gulping nervously, Piccolo's felt a million miles away from his own body, he knew most of his form, arms and torso, but he also didn't know them, for example; he had no idea when Gohan had kissed him, when Gohan had hugged him and played with his hand Piccolo was surprised he could feel so hot and bothered by such things.An elegant hand shook slightly, resting against the thick blankets beneath and around him, and a tug from within as his stomach fluttered in nervousness. That heat just wouldn't leave him, it was there, and so alive, as though Gohan was still touching him, caressing him and showering him with desire, Piccolo felt a heat over his flesh and a pressure building between his legs and the hand moved closer to said area that was demanding attention and he hesitated; was he seriously going to do this? Short answer : yes. If he was going to be someone's lover, rather; since he was someone's lover, he needed to know himself, it was best for both of them that Piccolo feel confident in himself, right? Plus that feeling was adamant Piccolo attend to the hunger within himself and Piccolo found himself smirking, It was his own fault really...after all...he had been the one to give Gohan those apples.Gohan flew at speed, the black skies adorned with trinkets of gleaming twinkling stars and feeling the cool air whipping about his body and messing with his hair heading in the direction of his home, as scared as he was to tell his mother, especially as she'd be mad already at the time and worry inspired by the day's events, he felt better than ever before. He was tired, the chill nipping at his flesh and Hell waiting at home...but, yes, he felt wonderful.Piccolo had said yes! His world exploding with a heavenly bliss and feeling so light and alive he couldn't contain it, his heart singing with jubilance as he flipped and looped in the air, eyes closed and full of joy, adoration for life and loves fuelling his smile that brought light into the night sky. Gohan was so proud of his Piccolo, yes, his Piccolo, he still couldn't quite believe it had all happened, feeling as though he must be getting someone else's sunshine as he was overwhelmed and cuddled with it in abundance. Only falling more in love as the Namek would gaze at him, love him, kiss him, smile and accept him, such faith a bravery making Gohan feel blind with glee.Reaching home all too fast for his liking, his smile fading as he noticed the living room light was on while the rest plunged in darkness, Gohan touched to the ground and lowered his ki back to normal, stepping to the front door quietly as possible he collected his nerves though he knew it was little good against the woman, it doesn't matter if you are the manliest, toughest and roughest guy in the world, everyone has to humble a little for their mother. It was so cold that night, the season's due to change soon, suddenly feeling the chill in his skin wishing he'd had a jacket and gloves, his extremities nipped but he felt so warm inside, the stress over his back breaking second by second, though as he opened the door he entered a world of dramatics."What time do you call this young man?!" came the practiced holler, oh crap, Gohan walked into the house totally, closing the door behind him with a heavy catch he looked into the room, mainly seeing his mom and that livid expression as she hastily approached. All too quickly the woman had closed in, her firm hands squeezing as his face, pinching his cheeks and he blinked at the action "I heard from Bulma what happened today," she shrieked and the teen thought it was a good thing Goten could sleep through just about anything "I was so worried and you were on the news, I was scared you'd gotten hurt" she spoke slightly softer, her words laced with caring.Gohan did feel slightly guilty at that, he really should have contacted her from the lookout after the attack, "oh mom you didn't have to be worr-" he tried to begin but was quickly cut off as Chichi gritted her teeth, looking up at her son with fearsome eyes, a prominent vein on her forehead and she retracted her hands and they were then clenched as threatening fists by her sides."And where the Hell were you?!" she suddenly screeched and Gohan flinched slightly and now he had to tell his mom! Gohan lifted his jaw and took in a breath, telling her was not nearly as scary as when he had confessed to Piccolo, and when she saw her boy's facial expression he was very serious and her arms loosened somewhat but a tension stayed in her muscles. "Let's sit down" she spoke, slightly softer, knowing Gohan only looked that way when he really had something to say, and so they did; sitting in the living room, both cushioned by the sofa's soft pillows, the wooden coffee table by their knee's which sported a small fruit bowl atop it, with pale items bar one scarlet apple and Gohan almost found himself distracted; almost.Gohan decided to settle the fight issue before anything else, setting a base too her worried made things much easier; "Firstly," he started, looking at her as they young man he was, her eyes keen and waiting, "I'm fine, the news coverage will be an issue but I don't have much to say on that yet, I'm sure Bulma told you how fighters got on, I was at the lookout to recuperate and lost track of time, I'm sorry for worrying you" he spoke sincerely though he felt very much like he was beating around the bush. Chichi nodded slowly, relieved her son was okay, though her eyes did travel to see the new clothes, his previous ones obviously destroyed in the battle, and the odd bruise and scrape; but mainly she was anxious at his tension."Gohan," she said, making her son soften slightly knowing she was listening "what's the matter?"Gohan sighed and turned, swivelling slightly on the sofa so his body faced her too, a fear pricked at his skin though he knew he should tell her, he had to tell her, and the quicker it was out the better it could be handled. He loved his mom but she was wrong about Piccolo and the teen was more than ready to stand up for his partner. Even if it meant facing the one person that could make even the great Goku quake with fright. Here goes..."Mom...for a long time now I've had feelings for someone," he said softly with a strength behind it, Chichi's eyebrows rose slightly at her son's words, he had a crush on someone? That's news but then again he is a shy young man, but why was this so serious, and why tell her now? "...it's Piccolo" he said as if ripping off a band aid, sharp and fast, though it didn't quite seem to register in his mom's dimmed expression. Wide but slightly unfocused eyes looked at her son; suddenly feeling like her ears had stopped working, her brain whisked and her senses boggled. Her mouth opening slightly and her left eye twitched without her knowledge, she looked as though she were a robot breaking down and fizzling out. She must have misheard or misunderstood...right? Her son's words bouncing about her head and she wondered if everything was a dream, waiting for Gohan to return home she had fallen asleep and it was falling into a nightmare?Her pretty eyes looked to her hands which lay limply in her lap and then back at her son, multiple times she did this, waiting for something to give, her son's expression never moving from its sturdy position, a fire in those eyes. Gulping, she slowly dawned on what Gohan had said...he had feelings...for Piccolo? Piccolo. She suddenly lost her breath, numb in her flesh at such a thought. Chichi wasn't going to lie, she felt the Namek wasn't dependable, trustworthy or anything of the like, she knew too little on him and his ways. But she couldn't think straight, her eldest son had just told her of romantic feelings for the Namekian Demon King...Gohan liked men? Er..a man? That man. At the slow, creaking turning of cogs in her brain began to move, painfully heavy, but moving none the less, and all she drew was a fierce blankness and swiftly her body slumped.Gohan watched as his mom began to look hazy and, true enough, the woman had fainted, body wavering until falling against the couch cushions with a flump. Sighing he looked at her, he'd been expecting this, well, that or a smack from her frying pan, maybe the second part will happen when she wakes up... Waving a hand over her face, fanning at her now pale skin disturbing her dark locks and luckily it was only a light fainting spell as she was already twitching and her lashes fluttering.Waking up groggily, Chichi slowly took in her surroundings and saw the waking hand by her face, the world crawling into her knowing once again as she sat up, a light headedness washing over her and a feeling of confusion pressing to the forefront of her brain. But as she regained her footing, the hand retreated and she saw her son, sitting strongly and poised, eyes waiting but raring for battle; and then she remembered, the words smacking into her as she recalled Gohan's confession: "Piccolo?" she whispered aloud and the teen nodded affirmatively, glad he didn't have to repeat himself though still incredibly wary, and as if she were a pistol she shot up, standing suddenly on wobbly legs but a fire in her veins. Now it was beginning.The woman set pace like a racer, miles into the conversation from the get go, her sturdy voice immediately singing over the details and not allowing the teen to interrupt, "that Demon..." she growled as she began pacing by the couch and coffee table "he must have tricked you" was spat distastefully and the heated ranting went on, that Piccolo was a bad influence, a villain and had no manners, how his face made her skin crawl and..."Enough!" Gohan interjected with great volume, making Chichi jump like a startled cat and she turned in her stepping to face her son completely, seeing her son remain seated though his entire body seemed to quake, a tension in his soul and a flame in his eyes. But Chichi was not one to be spoken to like that, upping her volume and a growls lacing her words she spoke, "Gohan, it's surprising enough to hear you're gay..." she said sharply, the teen knew this was a big surprise and she at least deserved room to absorb such things, but talking of his love in such a way was not tolerable, it was bad enough when they were just friends, "never mind that you're in love with a monster; " and like all of her ramblings it quickly turned to her own thoughts without direction "he's taking advantage of my baby's innocence, that fiend! and I wanted grandkids too, but..." she began speaking at too great a speed it bordered on panic so Gohan stood, his size and assertiveness grabbing her attention."Mom, slow down..." Gohan started and she seemed ready to snap back however he carried on "first off, I'm not gay per say, I just love Piccolo" he said and before she could interrupt he pressed on, clearly angering her but she needed to listen "as for grandkids, Nameks can conceive children, they're technically hermaphroditic" the information clearly another knock to her senses as her eyes widened and she seemed ready to faint again, luckily though she swayed but didn't fall and eyes focused yet again, "I told him earlier...about my feelings" Gohan's voice softening slightly, remembering the fearful and wondrous event, and then seeing the open dread in his mother's face, seeming to painfully sober at the information "...and he accepted." Gohan's tone low and powerful, refusing to budge no matter what she could throw at him."Wha..." Chichi breathed, her body running cold, her son was dating that thing, that creature...a disbelief wracking her body and a chill in her bones.Gohan breathed outwards, letting his shoulders soften a little, "Piccolo is new to the relationship thing too," he hummed, "if anything Piccolo's the innocent one...""Innocent?" she screeched, cutting into the sweetness with a knife, "Pah!" she exclaimed stepping heavily towards her son, accidentally banging her foot against the table causing it to bounce, the shimmering red apple toppling from its throne against the wooden furniture and Gohan instinctually reached to catch it before it hit the floor, succeeding in that second he was then holding the item in his grasp, feeling the firm crimson against his palm and fingers. Then she asked something that was not in a mean spirit despite its contents, a mournful caring in her voice "...don't you want a normal life?" a silence invading the house.The demi-saiyajin blinked hearing that question, he knew it wasn't referring to anything about taboos, it wasn't about sexuality or even Piccolo, all of Gohan's life his mom had done her best to teach him things, not just academics but how to speak to people, how to make the right impression, what options there were in the world, which, despite their goodness, martial artists knew squat about. For all their world was open, their road as long as they could walk; there were some things members of the z senshi simply didn't know. Gohan wasn't entirely sure just how many of their group had even attended schooling of some sort that wasn't in a dojo, there was nothing wrong with being that kind of intelligent but in a world where you lived amongst economy and the like it became stressful; things like how his dad didn't understand interviews and such conventions, and how Krillen struggled to find a job when he has a wife and baby to support; Hell Yamucha only get his job because Bulma did him a favour so he'd get out of her hair. It was true, Gohan didn't want a world of spectators, fame and gossip, it was hard enough having kept his powers a secret but now that the school believed he was gay and the Golden Warrior? And Gohan's love life would lie with Piccolo, someone viewed as the evil Demon king...no area of Gohan's life was 'normal' anymore...and even though it tired his bones, even though it sometimes made him frustrated or even angry...it was all okay.Chichi's eyes watched in suspended hope, but once her son replied she knew the argument was over, her heart melting just that little bit, "...not when I can have him," Gohan answered honestly, from his soul "I want him more than anything and I love him." Complete conviction and dedication in his voice, the unmoving state of his words made Chichi need to sit down, her body suddenly very happy and her eyes irritating; it sure was a late hour. She brought a hand to her forehead tiredly, her mind beyond exasperated, fingers disturbing her bangs."...and he does love you back?" she clarified, her voice soft.Slightly surprised by his mother's question, the change unexpected he whispered "yes," his hand gripping the apple slightly more than before.Chichi sighed and the teen didn't know if that was in defeat or intolerance but her body was quick to slump onto the couch again, her hair dancing as she moved and she looked to the side, eyes glittering and while tense was not aggressive. "Are you sure?" she asked and Gohan could not figure out her attitude but he didn't want to encourage any fury he could avoid.Offering his own quieter sigh Gohan replied, feeling the air somewhat numbing he replied with a kindness in his voice but the underlying force never leaving "mom I know you don't trust him, but believe me it is that simple...I love him and he loves me..." Chichi's eyes travelled to the demi-saiyajin's lazily, her face calm despite her previous anger; "I really want you to accept us, this, me and Piccolo as a couple...it isn't going away, I won't let it," conviction running in his blood "I'm..." he began, and then said his perfect truth, just the right way to speak to his loving, albeit crazy, mother "...it's everything I've ever wanted..."The woman peered at Gohan, a sleepy smile that bordered on deliriousness curling at her lips and Gohan blinked, thinking his mom may have finally lost it, "you seem tired sweetie..." she spoke, a breathy quality that made the teen want t yawn but he felt a small jolt at the abrupt change in conversation, a sense of discord making him more uneasy than before but Chichi clarified that the topic was not over with between them "...I'm not dismissing what you've said, son." Gohan inhaled and felt the true effects of his day and the previous week, Hell the last few years, and she was right, he was exhausted. His world, while beautiful and wonderful: Piccolo having accepted his love, had drained him of energy and a great deal of his sensibilities. Nodding slightly Gohan loosened up a bit, "I am..." he agreed, "it's been a stressful day" he spoke sugar coating Hell.She nodded back and allowed her eyes to glance about into the room, a silence whispering around the room, "you should get some sleep" she sighed kindly.Gohan's eyes snapping towards his mother, worried she would avoid the issue "Mom, we haven't talk-" he was about to complain when Chichi interjected in a firmer tone but still with a warmth. "Yes we have," her eyes still wandering about mindlessly, clearly she was tired too, "and we'll talk more tomorrow. You've been dealing with these feelings of yours for years whereas I've only just learned about all this" and Gohan knew it was a bombshell, to be honest he was surprised his mom hadn't made a bigger fuss, she hadn't threatened to attack piccolo, not that she could, but he really was tired. "We'll talk tomorrow" she repeated herself and slowly moved into standing, it really was far too late at night to discuss this properly.Gohan looked to the small woman, her size always a surprise next to her power and stance, especially since Gohan had grown, but he found himself smiling gently and hugged her. Strong arms wrapping around her frame, feeling her clothes under one hand briefly while the other still gripped the apple he had picked up earlier. Chichi remained passive, eyes level with her son's chest she enjoyed the hold, her boy so strong and affectionate, and when he leaned down to kiss her on the top of the head, the silky hair tickling his lips and she couldn't help but smile. The two said their goodnights with a promise to continue at another time, Gohan made his way to his room and Chichi looked around the living room yet again, and let her eyelids droop a little, desiring her bed more than anything at that moment."That boy..." she whispered to herself, that faint smile still in place "...at least he's a romantic."Gohan placed the apple on his bedside table, the red alluring his sight though he was too tired to consume it and he moved to close his bedroom curtains, the room cloaked in shadows as the moonlight only flirted through the fabrics weavings and edges. Sighing to himself, not entirely sure just how to feel as he changed his clothes, as comfortable as the gi clothes were he preferred sleeping in pyjama bottoms. Letting the elastic flick into place against his muscular hips, the demi-saiyajin flopped onto his bed and felt his muscles begin to ease. The pillows puffing up under the weight and the he couldn't help but think that Piccolo's bed was comfier by far, and it seemed slightly unfair that Piccolo didn't sleep with such a heavenly place to do it.He felt so riled from the day he'd had, his life changed dramatically and so swiftly; the attack earlier still worried him and he could only wait and hope until Bulma shared her research, the news having exposed him to the world, dreading the idea of returning to school but he'd faced much worse. Videl's feelings must be hurt too, her confidence betrayed and learning of rather exceptional truths, her world forever changed and he could only pray she would recover and forgive, her smile his greatest reassurance. And Piccolo; Gohan finally had his Piccolo, love accepted and that kiss to be forever engraved on his memory with the power to fluster him beyond control. He couldn't believe it, after all his worries and fears Piccolo had said yes...He'd said 'I love you too,' a phrase to always blow his mind. Finally his mom was reacting to the news, despite her obvious dislike she was sleeping on it to deal with her thoughts clearly rather than drag it out into a mess which Gohan was thankful for; especially with his eyelids falling closed.In one week his life was turned on its head, but he couldn't complain, an adventure was beginning, like the old days, and he has his beloved, finally, and though he felt very sore, stressed and the like...he was content, that kiss meaning so much, the burden of secrets from his shoulders, the teen felt his pulse slow, enjoying the feel of the quilts but, without opening his heavy lids, he shuffled his body under the covers and his skin became cuddled under the warmth and for the first time in months, he truly felt himself go into a deep restful sleep.Bulma walked out of her lab, her father working on one of his smaller projects so promised to keep an eye out for the rest of the night for her, Bulma having already set up several scanners just waiting for results, cameras surveying the area in detail and information bounding off the walls of the woman's mind, she decided it was time to head to bed. Though as she walked down the white corridors, she felt compelled to check in on her guests before retiring, coming to a stop behind one door to one of her many guest rooms and slowly turned the handle staying as hushed as possible as she peered into the darkened room.Eyes scanning the basically clad room to see one sleeping form of Android 17, glad to see he hadn't left and accepted her invite to stay over, she should ask him about how he ended up in that situation in the first place, she thought and she toyed with the idea about what had happened to her computer. "Restore to factory settings" echoing about her brain, remembering how flabbergasted she had been at the reaction,...maybe the spider had tried to do the same thing to the android, after all, from what Krillen had told her it had been his human side, the brother that cared for his sister, the resistance he wanted to use against his original commands and made the things go out of control. She still had the blueprints for 17's manufacture, maybe she could remove his programming, he'd still be just as powerful, still an android just unburdened by codes in reserve, his memory and personality unaffected. Regardless she should try to convince the man to let her study him, see if she can pick up exactly what the spider did to him and just generally check he is okay.Krillen had also said that the spider tried to attack Vegeta though, and then the android siblings and then headed for Piccolo and Gohan, how would the spider react to a purely biological individual? Well she wasn't exactly about to test it, as much as she preferred to be thorough in her research she was not about to resort to animal cruelty or risk anyone's life, especially if that spider was as dangerous as it seemed.Stepping back out into the brightly lit corridor, blinking slightly at the change in lighting against her eyes, and she closed the door silently before heading to the room slightly father down. Opening the door Bulma had to contain the appreciative noise that danced in the tip of her tongue at the adorable sight presented to her. In the night fallen room lay a sleeping family of Android 18, Krillen and Marron cuddled together on a large bed, arms and legs crisscrossed in every which way with messy covers all about them. Such a cute little family, she smiled, so happy for them; sure the couple seemed like an odd match but who wasn't in the z senshi? Her own marriage fell into the category after all. It must have been a stressful day for them, but maybe it was a blessing in disguise, it was good to see the Android siblings together again and in a peaceful position, maybe Marron would have her uncle in her life.Ducking out of the room, she then walked to check in on her own child, whom once she arrived at the room she noticed the boy was sprawled out over the mattress, hair rustled and snoring quietly, and dressed in colourful pyjamas. Trunks clearly having thrown the covers off of himself at some point in his dreams but was now cold in his sleep, so walking towards the bed, stepping over the odd toy that lay on the floor, and she replaced the covers, tucking in the edges around her son's small form, finding him so sweet like this before giving a small kiss to the boy's soft cheek before making her way to her own bedroom.Reaching her bedroom she yawned as she opened the door, her sight immediately coming to lay on her husband whom, to her surprise, was still awake. He was sitting by the window, the ledge quite wide the moonlight reflected over his tanned skin in glossy white, highlighting rippling muscles and dark eyes and hair, he was dressed in pyjama bottoms, his broad chest instantly making Bulma's eyes wander mischievously. "You okay?" she asked, pausing for a second before carrying on to her closet and taking out a nightgown, it wasn't like him to be up; Vegeta loved his sleep almost as much as he loved his training and food plus he hadn't reacted to her entering the room, seeming deep in thought."Yeah" he replied, his manly voice somewhat smooth under the night's glittering rays, dark eyes glanced at her though she couldn't see, removing her lab coat and shoes, "did you find out anything from the robot?" he asked, tone flat and Bulma wondered if he was hoping for a battle which often amused her."I'm testing out details," she spoke immediately, chatting away "it'll take me a while before I can safely say anything, but i know one thing is for sure..." she said lifting up her top, the soft fabric gliding over her skin and she casually threw it in the hamper before reaching behind her back to undo her bra hooks, back arching with the movement and Vegeta's eyes watched her keenly, enjoying her bodies display, that blue hair coming down to rest and tickle over her shoulders and Bulma felt the roaming gaze over her skin."What's that?" he inquired, continuing the conversation, as she finally unfastened the clasp and slid the item from her shoulders and joined her shirt in the basket."Let's just say I found a certain logo belonging to the red ribbon army" she hummed triumphantly and Vegeta paused, so it was Dr Gero after all? The Prince was heard standing from his position by the window to presumably make his way to bed, Bulma reached to unbutton her jeans speaking "I just hope we're not dealing with something like Cell again" she chimed although she knew Vegeta probably didn't agree, he loved big challenges and new fighters. Shaking her head slightly at her husband's attitude she smiled at the same time, it was that pride she fell in love with him for, and just as she felt the warmth in her chest she felt it over her hips and back also, two strong arms having circled her and that powerful body closely pressed up behind her, a pair of lips on her neck teasingly. A kiss tickling heating her flesh as they ghosted over her existing bite mark which she loved so much, and it was so sensitive, "can I ever just get dressed?" she whispered playfully.Vegeta's burly hands moved down to her jeans button, gently but firmly moving her own aside and with a flick undid it, "no" he growled seductively, purring against her ear, the vibration making her shudder and smile wider before turning in his embrace meeting his lips with her own swiftly and with passion, bare chests pressed up against each other, skin sensitive to the touch and fuelling the fires in their souls. Her slim arms reaching around her husband's broad shoulders and nimble fingers ran through those thick ebony locks with a hunger that only he inspired inside of her."Fine by me" she hummed with a smirk.A/N: Oh yes, I updated yet again, I rule haha. Hope you liked this chapter ^^ please review? It's really annoying writing 'mom' since I'm Scottish and keep accidentally typing 'mum', I'm trying to keep details correct for the most part with characters but i think it would be best to keep Gohan from becoming spontaneously Brittish lol.Next chapter has a full description of Namekian anatomy in my view, I wonder why? Lol ;3