Innocence

A brief note for those who don't know the story...

This takes place while Gohan (a half-Saiyan, son of Goku (Kakarotto)) and Kaioshin (the Supreme Kai, the god who rules over this universe) are both unconscious after trying to fight Majin Buu (yet another baddie whose master wants him to destroy the earth). Please don't ask me how god can be knocked unconscious by a monster - I didn't create this series, I'm only playing with it...

I freely confess I find Kaioshin simply adorable - and the 'relationship' between him and Gohan is the most overtly slashy I've seen in DBZ. The concern they have for each other! The looks they give each other!! Phew!

Anyway, I just had to write this, to answer my own question - how do you have sex with a god - if for nothing else....

I've pinched these pics from other sites as I don't time to draw them...

Kaioshin

Gohan

Consider this a dream sequence - Gohan's subconscious desires, if you like....

Innocence

... it was warm, the sun was warm above, the grass soft below, the sound of birdsong sweet in his ears...

Gohan's eyes blinked open slowly. Why was he lying here...?
      Gasping as memory returned, he jerked upright - wincing as healing injuries made themselves felt.
      Kaioshin... Where was he?... What had happened?
      He rested his elbows on his updrawn knees, his head in his hands as he tried to force himself to think.
      Buu... Buu had hurt Kaioshin. The little god had been lying, crumpled and semi-conscious, on the hard ground, Babidi dancing around gleefully, mocking the helplessness of the being who'd destroyed his father. Gohan had tried to help, had tried to rescue the little god - only to be slammed back hard by a ball of energy from the deceptively dangerous pink creature known as Majin Buu.
      Something had disintegrated the energy ball before it could - as its creator had intended - speed into space, taking the young demi-Saiyan with it... Kaioshin. It had to have been Kaioshin. Goku was nowhere to be felt - and the possessed Vejiita wouldn't have done anything to help him...
      His fall to earth had been broken by tree branches, but he'd still landed hard. He had no idea how long he'd been unconscious.
      Everything was still. Focussing back towards the battle, he felt - nothing. No Babidi. Buu's horrific energies had gone. There was nothing there...
      Wait... He held his breath, closing his eyes.
      There was something. A small, weary ki-signature, failing, close to flickering out completely. Kaioshin...!
      Dragging himself upright, jet black hair firing into blazing gold as he boosted to level one, Gohan thrust himself skywards, heading unerringly for that tiny life-force...

The little god lay where he'd been thrown, breathing shallow, pale amethyst skin streaked with dust and blood, eyes closed. His hands trembling, Gohan very gently, very carefully pulled the small body into his arms, distantly surprised at the almost birdlike lightness of the god's frame. Gohan gazed down as he took off: the white crest of hair fell across the delicate little face as Kaioshin's head lolled limply against the demi-Saiyan's broad chest.
      So small. So very small. That such power could be contained in such a small, slender frame...
      It would be dangerous to go too far - but he wanted to take the little god as far from the scene of desolation as he could. And he was lucky - not too far away a small river meandered through a shallow valley, its banks mossy and tree-shadowed. If he hadn't been so worried about his companion Gohan would have loved the beauty of the place.
      Gently lowering Kaioshin to the ground he yanked off his remaining glove, then ripped a piece from his already torn and battered bodysuit and soaked it in the river. Seating himself and lifting the little god's head to rest in his lap he oh-so-gently wiped the dirt and blood from Kaioshin's face...
      So beautiful. Such innocence...
      He blinked. Higashi no Kaioshin was - how many thousands of years old? He must have seen death and destruction on a scale to stun even Vejiita.
      Then why did such a sense of goodness flow from him? Such compassion? Such innocence?
      Gohan shook his head uncomprehendingly. He couldn't recall any visitor to Earth who hadn't wanted to destroy the planet - except for Kaioshin. He'd come here to help. To combat the appalling menace Babidi and Buu posed to the world that was the only home Gohan had ever known. Put himself at risk to fight on behalf of its inhabitants. In the full knowledge that they'd never know what he'd done for them.
      Gohan lowered his head and pressed a gentle kiss to the smooth, cool forehead.
      Thank you, 'Shin. I know, and I will never forget...
      He pulled back a little, frowning. Kaioshin was still unconscious, his breathing erratic. Suddenly worried about internal injuries, Gohan lowered the slight body to the ground and reached for the fastenings of the little god's clothes - hesitating as he realised the enormity of what he was about to do...
      Kaioshin's breathing stopped. Suddenly frantic, Gohan lowered his mouth to the god's, forcing air into the small lungs, not knowing what else to do... To his enormous relief, after a moment or two Kaioshin started breathing again by himself, and Gohan knelt back, wiping sweat from his face then shaking his head. He had to check for other injuries.
      His hands trembling, mentally apologising for his actions, Gohan carefully and reverently removed the boots from small, delicate feet, then the heavy silk overtunic and the soft, fine turquoise silk shirt and trousers, for the most part keeping his eyes averted. But he would have to look if he was to see what harm had been done to the little being...
      Holding his breath, he raised his eyes to gaze at the naked form before him - eyes widening hugely as he drank in the sight.
      Silk-smooth pale amethyst skin covered the delicately muscular body, the slim arms and legs. Narrow waist, gently jutting hipbones. Small he might be, but Kaioshin was perfectly formed to human - and demi-Saiyan - eyes.
      Except for three small... discrepancies.
      He had no navel. Well, he was a god. Presumably he'd never been born, exactly...
      He had no nipples. But then, perhaps only goddesses had them...
      His groin...
      Gohan stared. From a point just below his hipbones, and centrally placed, a vertical - slit - ran down between his legs, softly furred with fine white hair.
      The demi-Saiyan stared. Kaioshin was female? No, that didn't make sense...
      He swallowed, feeling an unwelcome heat in his groin. It didn't matter what sex the little god actually was, the slender, beautiful body lying before him was having a most distinctive effect on Gohan. He shook his head, reminding himself sternly of his task, and began to stroke the smooth skin, pressing carefully, feeling for broken bones.
      He gulped as he reached the abdomen. Have to check further...
      Without his realising it his touch had grown softer, gentler. And as Gohan reached the little god's groin Kaioshin sighed and stretched, pushing his hips very slightly upwards into the demi-Saiyan's hands.
      And there was something...
      Gohan frowned and laid his hand over that intriguing slit. Under his palm was something firm. Something - unfamiliar. Something growing larger.
      He watched as the edges of the slit were pushed apart by a ... a ....
      What the hell was it?
      It vaguely resembled a penis. It was more or less cylindrical - but from half way up it split into three - segments, thick and tubular, and possessed of independent movement. It was a deeper amethyst than his skin, almost lustrous in the sunlight. And Gohan just had to touch it...
      The three segments coiled around his hand, cool and soft and silky, their blunt tips stroking his fingers. Wide eyed, wondering, he played with them, unaware of the trembling through the little god's body until Kaioshin's hands gripped his own.
      Gohan's head jerked up, gazing into huge ebony eyes suddenly desperate with need. Without stopping to question how he knew what the little god needed, Gohan smiled and lowered his head to Kaioshin's groin.
      It was the strangest sensation - the three segments squirmed in his mouth, caressing his tongue, his lips, his palate... He settled himself between the little god's legs and cupped small amethyst buttocks in hands that felt too big and clumsy, then licked and sucked and nipped until Kaioshin writhed below him, small graceful hands gripping thick ebony hair as the slender hips thrust upwards...
      And Kaioshin climaxed, and Gohan was flooded with light.

He had never felt anything like it - never imagined anything like it. As he slowly pulled back he looked down at himself: he was sparkling, his outline limned in tiny flickering stars. And he felt... he felt... pure somehow. Like untrodden snow. Or the huge vastness of a star-filled sky. He wanted to soar and dance with the wind - and curl around himself, holding the precious feeling within him - and dive into the deepest ocean, and ride the wildest waves - all at the same time...

Long moments later he finally settled back into himself, feeling his lips stretched wide in a blissful smile at the same time as he felt the tears streaming down his cheeks. Kaioshin was gazing up at him, a small, enigmatic smirk on his face.
"An interesting method of healing, my friend..."
Gohan sighed happily, then gently pulled the little god up into his arms, ignoring propriety in the sheer joy of having Kaioshin recovered...

And wondering how - if - he could persuade 'Shin to give of himself again.
Perhaps more - intimately - the next time....