Marked

A/N: So, you know how the Broly movie doesn't fit in with the timeline too well? Well, in this story, Gohan turns Super Saiyan when he sees Goku fall when fighting the androids (it will be addressed next chapter). So, this is during the Android Saga, but just before the Cell Games.

Warnings: Yaoi. Incest. Shouta. Mpreg. Past rape.

A/N2: This is actually a long chapter :O Craziness. But even though it's long, I had to skip some un-important stuff. Also, to write as crazy as I do, you have to get Rolld by many things while typing XD But anyway, hope you like! :D

Marked
Chapter 2
Deal With It

Gohan awoke to a rumbling of machinery, Krillin at the controls as he sat up. He was in the Capsule Corps. space ship that Piccolo had taken, and New Vegeta seemed to be rocking the ship, since it wasn't moving. Master Roshi was to one side, passed out along with Oolong.

“Krillin?” Gohan called out as he walked toward the ex-monk, who looked back at him and smiled.

“Ah, Gohan! You had me worried there for a moment! The planet is about to blow! Paragus lured us here just to get revenge on Vegeta for the things Vegeta's father did and this whole plot to destroy him with an incoming comet and... Umm, I can't get this started...” the bald man sweat dropped as Gohan chuckled, blinking when he felt a peculiar sting on the back of his neck.

Rubbing the back of his neck, the pre-teen pushed Krillin out of the way and started the ship which began to ascend before he was frowning as he glanced around the room. “Wait-where's everyone else?!” Gohan turned around, looking at his dad's best friend.

“Ah, kid, your dad told us to get going, that he needed to finish off Broly once and for all... That Saiyan was very... possessive of you, and Goku really didn't like that... He started forming a Spirit Bomb, but Broly kept hitting him down before he could. So instead, he started forming a huge Kamehameha wave... he told us to leave at that point...Piccolo, Trunks, and Vegeta are with him still though...” But that didn't stop the boy from gritting his teeth and going back over to the controls. Krillin gulped, following the half-Saiyan and trying to stop him from landing them again.

“I'm not leaving without him again! I-I can't do it a second time!” Gohan yelled as Krillin stopped, pausing in thought. Then, the whole space ship began to shake, a red alert blaring around the ship.

“Planet destruction in 5 minutes. Repeat: planet destruction in five minutes!” a computer voice screeched, making Gohan cringe even as his heart sped up. Glancing at Krillin and the two passed out on the floor, Gohan's hands shook as they barely touched the controls. Knowing his dad would save the others before himself, the boy closed his eyes and said a prayer, clenching his hands together tightly as he bit his lip.

-Please make my dad come back to me...-

Opening his eyes, Gohan sat at the controls, strapping in and manually flying them out of range of the planet's atmospheric pull. Putting it back into autopilot, both Krillin and Gohan stared out the window at Comet Camori crashing into the planet and the blue wave that erupted from where Goku had to be. It only took a moment of bated breath for the planet to explode, Gohan's focus on his father's ki straining as the ship shook from the explosion.

Before tears could spring to his eyes, there was a thud then the slaves that had inhabited New Vegeta appeared, along with Piccolo, Mirai Trunks and Vegeta. “DAD!” Gohan screamed, searching for the man, who popped up behind the boy and hugged him close.

“Oh, Gohan, you're okay!” said the father, pulling his son up into the air and spinning him around, even though the room was full of people.

“Ah, dad, I should say that of you!” The man grinned as his son smiled back, setting him gently back down before Goku tiredly sat in the only spot open on the floor. Krillin was talking to the aliens and asking where they would like to get off while Piccolo mediated in the middle of the room and Vegeta angrily was trying to push away the people all around him. Trunks was talking animatedly with some of the green creatures, laughing lightly as he took a few glances at his father.

Gohan watched them all with a small amount of hope nestling in the base of his stomach. He was nervous still, waiting for something else to threaten them, another obstacle to overcome, or something to complicate everything else. But, he could enjoy the fact that they had gotten out of the fight mostly unscathed...

“Uhn!” Black eyes widening, Gohan stiffened his whole body, the pain in his neck causing him to whimper before he could stop himself. Goku looked up at that, frowning as his son began to shake. Getting up and carefully maneuvering around all of the aliens, the full Saiyan walked up to his half-Saiyan son and put a hand on his quivering shoulder.

“Gohan...are you okay?” It was as if the touch and words fought the pain because the boy felt his body relax and lean backwards against his dad's warm, comforting chest.

“I-I guess the day finally caught up to me...” Gohan mumbled as Goku's chuckle made him shake against the man. Thickly muscled arms wrapped around his small waist before Gohan hummed in contentment, causing Goku to tighten his grip just slightly.

“I bet it would... today has been long and eventful..." the low thrum of Goku's voice was lulling Gohan into a sleep that he didn't want to go into. The part of his brain that unconsciously knew he didn't want to sleep for some really good reason was urging his eyes open as he jerked his head up, his body leaning dangerously to one side. The father noticed the boy's swaying and floated above the crowd of aliens, settling Gohan in his lap gently and cuddling the boy in his arms.

“You can rest now, son. There's not going to be anymore work for you today...Just sleep, if you can...” Gohan strained against the desire but eventually lost when Goku began to hum a lullaby low in his throat. Krillin and Piccolo had found out where the aliens wanted to go and the Namekian had set the coordinates for a planet named “Yaftor”, an apparently peaceful and generous planet that was home for the people who lost their planet along with many chain planets that did the same. As Gohan began to fall asleep, the purple hue outside the spaceship that was Yaftor grew bright, mixing with green before the boy's eyes closed fully from the light.

Of course, his subconscious, now fully active since the boy went to sleep, was trying to force itself not to replay the events of the day as dreams, or nightmares in this case. But it was futile in the sense that it also knew a little fact that those memories were going to have to see “the light of day”, so to speak. So, Gohan didn't dream nor did he have any nightmares.

The boy fell into a deep sleep, as if preparing his mind and body for something to come. For Goku, who was rocking Gohan in his arms with a silly grin on his face, he could tell something was off with Gohan, but didn't want to pry in the boy's mind if he could just ask him. So, both sat, or floated, as the ship landed on Yaftor, depositing their once-slave friends on the planet with many “thank yous” and “farewells”.

“Ah, now we can get back home, huh, Goku?” Krillin asked as he stretched, walking over to the father-son pair.

“Yeah, home...Oh-! Oh Kami and Dende...!” Goku's eyes widened, his hand pausing in its mindless petting of Gohan's hair as he stared unseeingly at his best friend. The bald man frowned, getting worried when he saw Goku start to shake.

“Chichi... oh, crap, she's going to kill me! And with Gohan all banged up, she'll slaughter me! I won't be able to eat for weeks, maybe even months!” Piccolo and Vegeta both snorted as Trunks laughed from the control panel, Krillin joining as he patted his best friend on the back.

“You'll just have to have Gohan explain it to her, since he has that unexplainable thing that makes your wife calm down... Maybe his cuteness?” Goku pouted, but the ex-monk shook his head, laughing outright.

“Yeah, probably his cuteness...” Krillin decided as the father looked down at the boy in his arms, admiration shining in his eyes.

“It'll be twenty hours before we reach Earth, better get some rest while we can...” Trunks explained as Vegeta sighed in annoyance and plopped on a bed with a window right over it to observe space. Krillin and Trunks went to the lounge, where a TV and three long couches sat. Piccolo was facing away from the father-son pair, floating and meditating as usual.

Goku stretched his legs, holding Gohan purely in his arms before he stood from his floating in mid-air and went over to another bed with a window to space, settling his son on it. Smiling softly as he stroked a strand of hair behind one ear, Goku started when his hand was grabbed in a tight grip, his son's clammy hands pulling him closer.

“D-don't leave me yet...” Blurred black eyes stared at the father before the man gently sat next to the boy. Cuddling against the older male, Gohan sighed in contentment before closing his eyes again.

“I still wonder what Broly meant...” Goku mumbled, eyes lidded as he too felt the weariness eat at his energy. He leaned against the window, head lolling to the side as he glanced out at space. Dying stars twinkled brightly back at him, fading as the full Saiyan yawned before he settled more comfortably and dozed off.

A green dying star faded in the distance...

---X

It was a few weeks later (after Chichi had brutally smacked her husband with a frying pan for an hour before Gohan woke up and stopped her with an apology and a cute smile after they had gotten back from New Vegeta) that the half-Saiyan Son started to feel weird. With the androids on their rampage already, everyone was starting to get tense, but Gohan was different.

This feeling in him made his entire body seize up, starting at his stomach and working out. He would awaken in the middle of the night, sweaty and shaky-wondering why he kept dreaming of a green light fading in and out. And then, today happened-

Gohan woke up feeling better than usual, dressing in a muscle shirt and jean shorts before he went downstairs to see pancakes already on the table and his mother humming as she washed the dishes. Goku walked in at that moment, sweat covering his body as he swiped the perspiration from his forehead with a wide grin.

“Done with cutting the firewood, now can I eat, please?” the full Saiyan whined, making Chichi scowl before she spotted Gohan.

“Oh, honey! Come eat before your father eats it all,” She ushered him to a chair, smacking Goku when he pouted as he sat down.

“Ah, Chichi! You don't have to hit me so much!” the Full Saiyan whined, already stuffing a pancake into his mouth as Gohan chuckled at his parents. He ate happily, covering his pancakes with syrup, whipped cream and strawberries before stuffing his face too. Chichi returned to the dishes, drying them now as Goku stabbed his last innocent pancake and shoved it right in his mouth.

It only took one moment before the half-Saiyan stopped eating, mouth open as a pain like he had never felt struck through his stomach. Nauseous-that's the only word the boy could think as he spit out a piece of pancake, gaining his parents' attentions. The room began to spin as he stood up, Goku pushing back his own chair before Gohan bolted out of the kitchen and to the bathroom.

Chichi and her husband exchanged an anxious look, the man-of-the-house nodding seriously before sprinting after their son. By the time he got there, Gohan was already wiping his mouth free of the vomit covering it before the boy looked up and smiled tiredly at his dad.

“Gohan...are you okay?” Goku knelt next to his son, putting a hand on one shoulder comfortingly as the boy leaned his head against the side of the toilet.

The question was more than Gohan's mind was ready for. It was at this exact moment, when the demi-Saiyan was about to lean back and answer his father with a “I feel like utter crap”, that he felt it.

A ki...a ki inside of him. Not his own ki, but this tiny, new ki that was half his own and half... well, someone else's! It made him pause as the implications of it drowned out his father's worried tone and insistent questioning.

-I'm... pregnant...- was his only rational thought before he shook his head and smiled widely at Goku, who only frowned.

“Uh, I'm okay, dad... Just had too much sugar on my pancakes and it upset my stomach...” Lying right through his teeth to his only ally, except maybe Mr. Piccolo...Kami and Dende, it felt horrible to lie to his own father, but Gohan's resolve strengthened when he felt the ki flicker inside him.

“Okay...but, next week, you and I are going to train, okay? Well, if I can convince your mother of course...” Both giggled at that, walking out of the bathroom, Goku's arm around Gohan's shoulder. “You know, I'm always here for you, right?” Goku said seriously, stopping the 10 year old before they went back down to the kitchen. Gohan looked up, his face strategically blank as he studied his father's open look and then he smiled.

“Yes, daddy, I know... but seriously, I'm fine. I'll deal with it myself...But I think I might go lay down for a while...” Excusing himself at that, Gohan slipped past his father and into his own room, leaning back against his door once it closed after him. He heard his father's footsteps going away and down the stairs, his strength failing as he curled in on himself and burst into silent tears.

“Wh-what am I going to do? H-how did this even-” that's when the memories resurfaced...Broly's leering face as he pinned Gohan to the ground. Shrieks leaving his lips as the Legendary Super Saiyan “prepared” him. The first thrust in and the indescribable pain that coursed through him.... the marks.

“The mark...” Gohan said dazedly, touching his neck and wincing when he pressed the still tender bite mark. It should have been healed by then, but... “Saiyans...heats...oh Kami...it's HIS...” revulsion swept through him as he stared hatefully at his still flat belly.

“Maybe...we-we didn't finish something? Maybe that's why my mark still hurts...” Gohan groaned as questions began to pop up and he had no way of knowing the correct answer unless he wanted to ask his dad or Vegeta, neither of which he wanted to do. Especially Vegeta, since the Prince would definitely get suspicious. Sighing, Gohan got up and draped himself over his chair, glancing to his science book and frowning.

“I can make theories though... that's the scientific method, after all... Make a hypothesis...then... test it...” Gohan got a determined face, opening his science book as he sat in his desk chair.

“Animal mating....animal mating....animal mating! Okay... they 'mark each other to signify that the other is theirs'....well, there's where that came from... 'Many animals never will mate again after their first mate is dead'....well that's crap... Umm...hmm...'When carrying a child, the female tends to lean on the male for support, especially when it comes to feeding'...” looking up at his ceiling, the boy pondered for a moment, letting the information wash over him and not overwhelm him completely.

“Okay, so... if I needed Bro....my mate for energy because I was preg-pregnant, then... then I need his energy for our...” rational thought instead of pondering thought pierced through his mind, making the half-Saiyan gasp before he fell off his chair. “Our child! Oh, kami, why?! I-I need Broly's energy to help me with the pregnancy, to keep the baby strong and alive...that's why the mark is throbbing! Oh, dende...” Taking a deep breath, Gohan began to talk quickly and quietly to himself.

“It's okay, Gohan. Just get over this and you'll be able to overcome anything, like those stupid androids! I mean, if I can actually have a baby, then those androids are toast! Yeah, just overcome it like any other obstacle...it's not unbeatable...You can do it...Now, next...You need to learn about C-sections, because you aren't turning female anytime soon, except if Saiyans can randomly do that...that would be explain Vegeta's PMSing, surely....ummm, that would require books from the library that would look extremely strange if you were taking them... Okay, go to library, research 'c-sections' and take down any notes... Equipment used, things needed...Then, how to cook... You're probably going to have to run away from the parents after this... maybe to New Namek? Dende always talks about it being such a open, peaceful and nice place....Then on how to raise a child on your own... just buy that book... you'll need it! Okay, done? I think so... now, go!” Standing up, Gohan got his money and went to the window, ready to jump through it and get on his way when a voice stopped him.

“GOHAN! ARE YOU FEELING WELL ENOUGH FOR LUNCH?~!” his mother yelled from below, making the boy tense.

“I'M FEELING BETTER BUT...I THINK I'M GOING TO GO STUDY AT THE LIBRARY! I'LL EAT THERE!” The half-Saiyan had completely forgotten his parents, so wrapped up in his “condition” as he was. There was a noise of surprise and a triumphant laugh before Chichi replied.

“OKAY, SON! HAVE FUN!” And Gohan disappeared through his window.

---X

It took awhile to research C-sections, but by the time Gohan was done, he was repulsed, wanted an abortion and was in the mood for ice cream. While the first two could be overcome after a few more months, the last was eating away at his concentration before he finally shut the book he had and put it back in its place on the shelf.

Having found a book on raising a child as a single parent, Gohan quickly hid it under a large manga he would also be buying, whistling innocently as the old lady at the cash register slowly scanned his items, not noticing either book as she stared at him. Handing her the right amount, Gohan fled from the library, his list on what he would need long, and in his pocket.

“Ice cream, kami, but I need ice cream. Gimme ice cream now, please!” The only rational thought going through the boy's mind as he walked into a ice cream parlor was that at least he was still young, because a grown man would look-Goku popped up in his mind. Gohan giggled to himself, making the girls sitting at a table nearby giggle and whisper to each other in response.

“How can I help ya, kid?” the teenaged guy behind the counter asked, smiling widely when Gohan looked up at him.

“Can I have … three scoops of cookie dough, rainbow sherbet, and rocky road? The three scoops of cookie dough on a cone and the other two in a cup?” the guy blinked once before glancing behind Gohan and seeing the two girls. Smirking, as if he knew what the half-Saiyan was all about, the cashier scooped out the order, asking if he wanted toppings, in which he got sprinkles, gummy bears and M n' Ms. The boy paid, eagerly watching as the teenager pushed the ice creams forward. Handing them to Gohan, who eagerly licked at his Rocky Road, the cashier stared wide-eyed as the boy simply walked out of the ice cream parlor, three ice creams in his hands. The girls blinked after him, both pouting as they whispered angrily.

“Nom nom on the ice cream...Nom nom...” Gohan sang lightly to himself as he merrily skipped like an in-love school girl. Licking off the spoon for the finished Rocky Road, the pre-teen then proceeded to fill himself with cookie dough, pouting when he saw his rainbow sherbet melting. Eating the rest of his cookie dough, the half-Saiyan didn't realize he was being gaped at openly as he made his way into the mall.

“Baby store...baby store... where's a fucking baby store?” Gohan growled as he licked off his sticky fingers, throwing away his trash as he made his way to a map of the mall.

“Babies 'R' Us... ok, that'll work...” All his allowance that he had been saving up for a the new telescope that could see as far as Venus's surface was now going to baby supplies and clothes... Because he wanted to get it all over with. Who knew when he'd have the time again if Goku wanted to train with him and the Androi-oh holy shit!

Babies 'R' Us was huge... It wasn't huge like Super market huge, it was HUGE like Super WAL-MART huge. It would most definitely have all Gohan's needs. And good thing he brought a few capsule to put it all in. No way were his parents finding out until absolutely necessary!

So, he began to shop, getting curious glances as he checked his list and marking prices down as he went through the store. By the time he got to a strange section labeled “Other Options”, Gohan's cart was over-flowing-cookbooks, toys, baby clothes, towels, diapers, baby bottles, wipes, a crib, and other random things- but now only a few things were left on his list: a knife for cutting open his stomach was the most needed item left though.

Looking up at the aisle, Gohan gaped openly as a large box labeled “C-Sections: For Those who Want Their Child at Home without the V-Birthing”. The pre-teen grabbed it, looking over the contents and thanking whoever made Babies 'R' Us for having a full kit of what he needed. Grinning in success, the boy quickly tallied up the total amount and sighed heavily as he just had the right amount.

Going to the register, a woman cooed at him from behind her register, smiling happily as she scanned the items quickly and efficiently.

“Okay, we've just got our new capsules in, do you want a few, or do you already have some?” she asked sweetly as she began to separate the items.

“Oh, I have capsules...” Gohan said, handing her the small, pill-like capsules. Popping them over the baby supplies, she handed them back as he handed her the money, both smiling before the woman, tagged with a “Kary”, stopped him.

“Is your mom pregnant, is that why you're all by yourself shopping for baby supplies?” this Kary asked in curiosity, making the demi-Saiyan laugh lightly before he nodded. She batted her hand at him as she cooed loudly.

“Aw, what a good boy you are! I hope she has a quick and easy birthing! Thanks for shopping here!” And Gohan quickly left, hiding behind a building before he blasted off. Being now dinner time, the boy was starving! Though, now he knew breakfast was going to be late if he ever wanted to eat it again.

The boy felt the painful throb of the mark go down his back, pausing as he rubbed it before a green blur went across his vision. Then a flowing cape and a raised brow were in front of Gohan, who grinned.

“Mr. Piccolo, how have you been?” said Namekian smirked, folding his arms over his chest.

“Good, kid, just good... But how have you been? Seems like you've been out of it lately...” Gohan unconsciously put a hand on his stomach at that, frowning as he rubbed it absentmindedly.

“Ah-ah, just a stomach flu, I think...” Gohan said absentmindedly, laughing lightly when he got a prod to the side. The two started to fly forward, heading towards the Son house.

“So, no training, huh? Goku must be bored...” the boy nodded, grinning as he spotted his house.

“Well, Mr. Piccolo, I will be going now... See you later?” all he got in response was a fond pat on the head, the Namek smiling before he sped off.

Landing lightly in front of his house, Gohan took in a deep breath before pushing open the door. What he saw confused him: Goku was waiting for him in the kitchen, an uncharacteristically serious expression on his face. Chichi was nowhere in sight, probably had gone upstairs or something.

“Ah, Gohan! You're back!” The father leaped from his chair and wrapped his arms around his stunned son, smiling when he pulled back.

“Ah-what?” was all the boy could say before his mother came down the stairs, grinning widely as she engulfed her husband and son into a tight hug.

“Oh, Gohan! We thought the worst-but Goku didn't sense anything different in your ki, so we just waited... You need to come back earlier than this when you're sick, Mister!” she reprimanded, smiling as she went to the oven and brought out a tuna noodle casserole.

“Who's ready to eat?” Both Saiyans were drooling by the time she placed their plates in front of them. Eating with a gusto, both parents paused as they watched their son eat happily before they smiled, Chichi joining her boys at the table for once.

Gohan grinned at his parents, thinking that maybe he /could/ tell his parents about his...complication. But then a strange ki flared, both Goku and Gohan pausing as they tried to identify it.

“D-dad! W-what's going on?!” the pregnant boy screeched, standing up and startling Chichi. Goku stared at the table, biting his lip.

“I think we have another android to deal with...” Piccolo said from their front door, making everyone look at him as he raised a brow.

“There have been reports of missing people in a town not far from here... I believe this ki is it...” Goku nodded, standing. Gohan went to walk over to the two males when an arm shot out and grabbed his shoulder.

“No, Gohan... Please, stay with me...” his mother begged, eyes drowning in tears as she stared up at her son.

“Okay, mom... I'll protect you...” -and my baby...- Goku and Piccolo nodded to the two before the full Saiyan knelt in front of his son, smiling widely.

“If it comes here, you know what to do... Two ki flares... that's all... I'll be there in an instant...In the meantime, get better...We'll be back as soon as possible,” A kiss to the forehead and a wave, then they were gone.

Gohan and Chichi stood in silence before the pre-teen sighed and started to clean up the dishes, his mom plopping back down in her chair.

“Just when things were returning to normal...” Chichi mumbled in resentment, Gohan staring out the window over the sink.

-I wish that would have been so, mom... but things are just starting to get worse....- The mark on his neck was proof of his thoughts as it throbbed in pain.

Things were just starting to get more insane.

----End

Wooh, thanks for the reviews! Awesome Incarnate, thanks for helping me revise the first chapter and hopefully this chapter is okay too XDCRITIQUE ME PLEASE! XD
ranetheinsane, you and both wonder what Vegeta and Goku will think XD Well, I know Goku, but Vegeta is going to be amusing. I like making him amusing. XD Thanks for reviewing :D