Chapter 18

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"You know I alwayrt ort of wondered," Goten said. He looked at Trunks and Trunks sighed. It was probably more wrong than right to be standing here at the end of Gohan's little bed of perversity, watching Radditz and the formerly pain-in-the-ass older brother of his boyfriend sleep.

"Wondered about what?" he asked.

"If Gohan was gay. I mean, Videl's gig big boobs and all but she has short hair and in the right light I'm sure she looks like a boy." Goten grinned. His shirt was missing. It had been lost somewhere between the last time they saw Radditz naked and now. Like Trunks' shoes. His jacket. Goten's belt. His right sock.

"She snored like a man," Gohan said, he rolled his head on the pillow and curled up deeper into the blankets, ignored the two of them and Radditz's eyebrows twitched, he stretched under the covers and sat up, dragged the sheet down Gohan's back and revealed the massacre of marks that covered the otherwise pale skin.

"Good. You're already half-naked," Radditz said.

Goten flashed his shit-eating grin and scratched the back of his head like an idiot (or like Goku) and then said: "Why is that good?"

"Makes fucking easier."

And WOW Gohan could move fast. It was a truly amazing thing, really, considering he had always (in the back of his mind) assumed that Gohan was nothing special. Just a sort of 'has-been.' Sure, he saved the world ONCE but that was a long time ago. But he moved faster than Trunks could see, Gohan's hand was wrapped up in Radditz' hair (even though the rest of him was still just lying there, all sleepy like) and he yanked the man back flat against the bed, turned his head to look at him and said (very quietly): "That's my brother."

Goten was grinning like a fool.

Radditz jerked away from the hand in his hair, but Gohan's fingers didn't relax, and other than the flex in his back to show that some effort was put into holding on, he hadn't moved or opened his eyes. Radditz balled his hand up in a fist and punched Gohan's shoulder blade. The hand in his hair loosened, but Gohan flashed bright yellow, grabbed Radditz by the neck and shoved him face first into the bed, lifted one leg up and pressed his knee into Radditz' back.

"I think I just gained respect for my brother," Goten whispered to him.

"Yeah," he agreed, "Me too."

Radditz jerked against Gohan but the boy didn't budge. In fact he didn't move at all until the tail lashed against his leg twice and then he moved back to where he had been laying, grabbed the blankets and dragged them back up. He curled into a ball again and closed his eyes. His hair faded back to black.

And Radditz pushed himself up off the bed, spit his hair out of his mouth and glowered at Gohan before turning onto his back and looking at them (he was naked.) "Why are you here?"

"I wanted to see Gohan. Dad's decided that we should all get together and spar sometime."

Gohan had the most interesting pissed off look on his face as he pushed himself up to sit and look at them. His hair was all messed up and he was yawning but he managed to sound angry. "Then why didn't he show up himself?"

"He's...uh...busy?" Goten said.

Trunks grinned then. Busy. Not so much busy as his father forbid Goku from going to see Gohan or Radditz alone (something about how Goku was unstable and unpredictable and until Vegeta managed to beat the neurosis out of his lover there was no way the folks should be left alone together.) "Horrible bondage experiment gone wrong," he said--which was a lie--but it was a funny lie.

"Nappa lost a toe that way."

"...with Vegeta?" Goten squeaked.

"No." Radditz looked almost grossed out by this question. Then he turned his attention to Gohan and the room fell into doomed silence. (Alright, not doomed, but they were all waiting for Gohan to talk and it seemed every time that happened something went wrong.)

"When?" was what Gohan finally said.

"Whenever we're all not having sex at the same time," Goten said cheerfully. "Me and Trunks went back to Capsule Corp for the first time in like four days today and Bulma was talking to Vegeta about all the power spikes and how we're probably going to draw the attention of some mental-inferior being with a power complex or something."

"He talks too much," Radditz said and then he rolled out of bed, stood up, scratched his chest and walked past them like large naked Saiyan folks are apt to do. Except he stopped when he moved past Trunks and looked at him (not without amusement which was quickly getting annoying. Trunks was not funny to look at.) "Does he talk like that when you're fucking him?"

"Radditz," Gohan growled from behind him, and the answer was the smirk on Radditz face as he continued on to the bathroom.

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It wasn't so much that he hated the bastard. Or that he loved him. Or that he was interested in him in anyway but the purely sexual one that they seemed to be enjoying for the past several days. In fact, aside from the sex, Radditz didn't seem to have any appealling qualities. He talked dirty, he didn't wear very many clothes, he didn't brush his hair, he didn't even vaguely attempt to hide the fact that the shape of his teeth was bruised into Gohan's skin everywhere and he was PROUD of those marks. It was...inhuman.

Which would be why the bastard was behind him again, one hand on his stomach, leaning against him, breathing on his neck as he radiated energy (not enough that it was impressive, but enough that instinct responded in Radditz' favor.) "...why won't you let me have your brother?" was the question, and he would have been more pissed if not for the tongue that proceeded the mouth against his neck. There was the suction and the feeling of the tail against his skin.

Fucking bastard. Appealing to base instincts, to the need to please the person you were fucking, and he curled his hands up into fists, (alright, so if nothing else, his mama taught him how to stand up for his own interests) and turned around, shoved Radditz back against he wall hard enough that his skull cracked the plaster. "If you're fucking me, Radditz, you're only fucking me. You want my brother then you can fight Trunks and lose."

Radditz smirked.

And of course--because providence has a weird and often sadistic way of using Karma to its benefit--there was a sharp gasp to his left and when he turned his head away from Radditz he found that he was looking at Videl. (Did the fact that the door was closed and locked mean nothing to anyone?) She was ghost white (never a good sign) and her mouth was hanging open.

"He was right..." Radditz said.

"I--" Videl started to say, then stopped, looked down at her hands, and they curled up into fists. "You're so WORTHLESS!" she screamed. "You fucking BASTARD! You MISERABLE CHEATING SON OF WHORE!"

It would have been easier not to feel bad about what she was saying to him if he had his clothes on when she yelled at him. Radditz (equally naked) seemed to have no problem with her. He pushed himself off the wall and looked at her like a three year old looks at a bug before they drown it.

"You're ugly," is what the Saiyan said to her.

Videl looked like someone smacked her in the face. "Excuse me?"

"You're ugly. Look--your breasts are two different sizes, your eyes are different heights on your face, your nose is pointy and your voice--"

"Radditz," he said and moved in front of him, looked at his wife (efe?)fe?) and felt that sinking feeling in his chest, in his stomach and suddenly his old friend Jack Daniels seemed like he needed a visit. "Look, Videl..."

"Don't even, bastard. You're...and him. After all that time you were bitching about your father and you're--Radditz?" Like she just now realized who she was looking at. "Your Uncle?" And cue the look of disgust on her face. Her lips curled back away from her teeth and she jerked away from him (not that he was anywhere near her.) "...disgusting." She turned and ran away.

"Don't say anything," Gohan said. Then he walked away. Pulled his clothes on in his room and left Raz alz alone in the house that he had no interest in being in. No destination in mind, no real sense of direction, he just flew. Found the nearest place that he figured would have alcohol (turns out it was Master Roshi's house.) He went through the cabinets until he found something (the old guy was not there) that smelled strong enough to clean engines. Swigged it. It burned. He coughed. And then sucked it down. Welcomed the burn and the consequential sense of non-reality that followeEverEverything was watery and wavy and he grinned like a fool as he stumbled out of the kitchen toward the living room. Collapsed on the floor, and rolled onto his back, reached up and grabbed a pillow off the couch, put it under his head and shoulders so he would be less likely to drown himself as he sucked down more of the unidentified alcohol.

Considered if it would be better to just drown himself. Tried to figure the likelihood that he would ever get to see his baby again. Somewhere the numbers turned into little porn-numbers. 2 and 3 were banging and WOW there was a 6! (Multiplication would have been funner to learn if he'd thought of it that way before.) There was a sound that was something like a door opened, but he wasn't really sure of anything anymore--other than his tongue was numb. It was okay. He didn't mind that his tongue was numb.

Then there was a pop of energy and he didn't even look around. Hoped (privately) that it was some version of Frieza or Cell or Buu come back from the past to kill him. That would be nice. Maybe they could step on him. Squish him or something.

A stupid grin stretched across his face. And he didn't even really feel it when the hand curled around his arm, only when he was suddenly standing up. Hs head spun, and he burst out giggling. Someone took the bottle from him, sniffed it and he heard a voice that was very familiar:

"That's morke ike it."

"I'm so glad you approve," He knew that voice--that one was his father.

"Punch him in the gut," and that voice he recognized too. Vegeta. Yes. Vegeta would suggest violence. It made sense. If you punched him he'd probably puke and if he puked then he would be more sober. The alcohol hadn't been in his system that long, it might work.

"Can't we just stick a finger down his throat or something?" his dad was whining.

"He doesn't have a gag reflex."

A huff, he actually heard the glare that passed in the air. He lurched to the left (to the origin of the voice he didn't exactly recognize but the smell of the hair he did) and an arm went around his back, he hung on the taller body, hands in the thick black hair.

"I've decided..." he slurred, "You can have..." he stopped, forgot what he was saying, swayed in the grasp on his waist and tried to remember what the hell he had been saying. Something. It was something. "Uh--oh. You can have Goten."

"Move." That was Vegeta. Like a good humanitarian, stepping up to do his part to better the race--and Gohan felt the bile in his throat when the fist slammed into his stomach (damn accurate aim) and the hand holding him shoved his head to the side when the burning alcohol came back up.

"Vegeta," that was his dad, but his voice was louder now. Disapproving.

Gohan's face burned, his nose was in pain and he coughed, tried to clear his throat and reached behind for a grip on anything that costituted reality. He ended up with a handful of Radditz' hair. Pulled himself back to his feet, and the sense of pleasant euphoria was lessened. "Bastards," he mumbled.

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Goten: Uh...my brother's pimping me.

Trunks: *marches off to find and fight Gohan*

Radditz: why are you guys there?

Vegeta: *shrug* Bored? We were wandering past Roshi's looking for porn?

Goku: We have our own porn. Homemade!

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