Siara's Note: (aka that stuff the author sticks in the beginning of her fics)

Last time on "The Pet," Gohan accepted Juunana's extremely naughty offer. At first he refused, but our favorite cyborg then pulled out the heavy ammunition (that's an interesting word for it). Frankly, he cheated. We all know poor Gohan can't resist a good boffing, no matter how much he tries to deny it. He was very enthusiastic in fact, if I remember correctly. 17 actually managed to make Gohan pass out from the taxing effects of massive orgasms. Then he went home and banged Koji. Juu-chan seems to be getting quite bit of nookie these days. ^_~

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The plan he had devised was brilliant, yet hilariously simple. It was surprisingly easy to drape the lies with rueful half truths. Juunana had indeed missed something. Perhaps not Gohan, but sex with Gohan. Koji would convieniently drag the reluctant half saiyan back to him by inflicting the weakest human emotion of all, guilt. Juuanagou also had the impression that the kid was jealous, and THAT would make for some interesting sex should he ever learn about Koji. And in the meantime, Juunana had someone to clean his home and provide entertainment when Gohan wasn't around. Ahh, Gohan.

//Quite a bit of trouble to go through for one boy, hmm?// a small voice in the back of his mind piped up. //Shut up// he told that voice and mentally beat it to a pulp. Still, it managed to niggle at his consciousness in an insistently annoying way. He resented the conclusions it was drawing about him.

"I'm surprised you kept him for so long." Juuhachi observed in her usual neutral voice.

Juunanagou gulped down his coffee in one motion, a talent he was rather proud of, since it demonstrated his obvious superiority to humans and their vulnerable tongues. "Unlike that other one, Koji happens to be damn good housekeeper," he murmured, reaching across the breakfast table for an orange. Though he had very limited tastebuds, he could taste sugar and had developed something of a sweet tooth.

"He doesn't make bad omelets either," Juuhachi said in that same emotionless manner. Her hand and the fork it held moved mechanically from plate to mouth, never changing pace, never losing the odd, unnatural grace characteristic of her kind.

"Yeah." They sat in strangely companionable silence for several minutes. Then a sound was heard in the kitchen doorway, a sort of polite little cough. Juunana kept peeling his orange, but Juuhachigou looked up.

"Koji," she said with a faint tone of dismissal, he wasn't worth her interest. Koji stood in his too big sweatshirt and baggy jeans, one hand selfconsciously rubbing the back of his tousled head. He had an adorable "just woke up" expression and deliciously rumpled look. Neither of which either android deigned to notice. Koji tried unsuccessfully to catch Juunana's eye several times. Finally, he heaved a defeated sigh, rather like the one he made when he--

"Master." Koji spoke up. The verbal effort gained him immediate success. Juu looked up from his sticky fingers.

"What?" he asked.

"Master, I--" Koji trailed off, staring longingly at Juunana, who was absently sucking on his fingers. A small bit of drool threatened to catapult from his lower lip. His golden eyes seemed to burn, reflected in them were the images of fingers being cleaned by an industrious tongue.

"You what?" Juunana asked impatiently, still licking his index digit. Koji swallowed hard. He tore his eyes away and forced his gaze to his feet.

"I need . . . to talk to you . . . in private," Koji managed to grit out in a strangled voice. The inflection seemed to strike Juunanagou all at once, and the android quickly stood up and crossed the distance to his pet.

"We'll talk in your room," he said, shooing Koji off in a general direction. Throwing an I'll-just-see-what-brought-on-this-odd-behaviour look over one shoulder at Juuhachi, Juunanagou disappeared into a room with his pet.

Koji's room was tidy to a fault, and it looked as if he never slept there (which of course was true most of the time). Koji sat gingerly on the neat edge of his simple bed, eyes downcast.

"You shouldn't make demands of me in front of Juuhachi, you know."

"I know."

There was a pause, then, "Well, what's the matter?" Koji took a deep shuddering breath, and opened his (rather delicious and enticing) mouth to speak.

"When -- when you asked me last night, you know, if -- if I wanted to be free . . ."

"Yes?" Juu raised a perfect eyebrow. His voice was deliberately bored.

"I -- I've been thinking, and -- and --" Koji plowed on recklessly, "Even though I've decided to stay," Juunana gave an inner sigh of relief, then briefly wondered why he cared. "I was wondering if -- if you'll . . ."

"Spit it out dammit!" Sometimes Koji's lack of a spine was deeply annoying. It got on his nerves, so to speak. Gohan was never like this.

"Ifyou'llletmegowanderingaroundoutsidewhenyouandJuuhachiaren'there." Koji said it so quickly that the words ran together. When Juunana puzzled out what his pet had just said, he shrugged.

"Sure, if you clean up first. If you don't return on time, I'll find you." The implied threat made Koji tremble slightly. His entire demeanor changed, and his face grew sly. He stood up, and crossed the room to press against his Master. Hands began touching here and reaching there, with pleasant results. Koji smirked and leaned up to whisper in Juunanagou's ear.

"If I'm late coming home, will you spank me?" he gave his Master a saucy grin.

"Koji, you don't want to know what I'd do to you." The Jinzoningen chuckled chillingly, and one couldn't be sure whether he meant pain, or pleasure . . . or both. But his pet was used to this, and before long, they were -- to all appearances -- seriously wrecking Koji's neat little room. Which was of course, no longer neat but actually quite messy.

"Hold it."

"What is it Master," Koji moaned.

"Gotta go, Juuhachi'll wonder what I'm doing."

"Then why don't you tell her," Koji huffed impatiently.

"No." The answer was abrupt, and brooked no questions. Juunana kissed his pet (never mind where) and murmured, "Have fun wandering, see ya later, pet." Then he was dressed and gone.

"Well, what was the matter with him?" Juuhachi asked, as they flew over the city.

"Nothing, misses his family or something," Juunana told her with a vague look, "I told him he could wander about when we aren't there, provided that he comes back."

"Oh." There was a pause, then she murmured under her breath, "He's cute."

"NANI?"

"Nothing, let's go down and shoot something." She zoomed into the city before her brother recovered.

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Gohan surfaced with a great splash, shaking his head like a dog, sending droplets everywhere. He'd only awakened recently, though it was close to noon already. Now he scrubbed himself with a sponge, trying to cleanse the dried stickiness from his body. //Man, what a rough night// he thought with a hint of a leer. After he was clean, skin slick with water, muscles gleaming like rippled satin in the sunlight, small hairs turning golden from the suffusion of light, making him glow with a yellow-white halo, he dove for fish. Cooking his breakfast over a blazing fire, Gohan lay back on the grass and sunned himself, letting the warmth of both the sun and the fire dry his wet skin. He was in an unusually good mood. When he was dry, he slipped into his clothes and began to season the fish. He was in the middle munching his fish when he felt something odd. It was the strangest feeling, like a silken cord pulling at his neck. It startled him so much that he dropped the fish and grasped his throat, to make sure he wasn't being lassoed. There was nothing there, but he still had the sense of being pulled. //What's going on?// He decided to follow the pull. After all, what did he have to lose? Stuffing some more fish into his mouth, he took to the sky. As he got closer to the city, the pull became more insistent. Soon, he heard ki blasts, upon which the pull comepletely dissolved. He followed the sound and was met with the sight of two cyborgs idly firing at shops and fleeing people. All thoughts of the strange pull left his head as Gohan began powering up.

"STOP IT!" he yelled. Two perfectly shaped heads swiveled simultaneously to regard him. Identical sneers appeared.

"So, you want to lose again, do you?" Juuhachi smirked.

Gohan didn't answer, his previous good mood utterly ruined, he glared and concentrated on keeping his rage tightly contained, ready to use in precise attacks and not wasted by loss of control.

"Going to give us the silent treatment, hmm?" Juunanagou sneered, "Too good to make small talk, are you?" He didn't wait for an answer, but raced forward, straight at the demi-saiyan's face. At the last second he blurred out, and appeared behind Gohan, who was ready for him. He kicked at the cyborg, only to be caught unawares by Juuhachigou, who had managed to get behind him. She pushed him, reeling and offbalance, headfirst into to Juunana's fist. Gohan tried, he really did. But the androids were relentless, and after getting a pitifully small amount of punches in, he gradually lost his edge until he was once again flat on his back, bleeding, one eye swollen shut, at the mercy of the androids. Dimly, he heard them talking.

"He'll live, probably." Juuhachi.

Chuckling. "Looks like he spilled ketchup on his shirt."

"Have you been listening to rap again?"

A pause. "No."

"Hmmph. Well stop it, you sound like an idiot."

"Stop what?"

"Grow up, little brother. I'm going off. Maybe you can entertain the humans with your childish antics."

"Women!"

"Men!" farther away.

A sneaker nudged Gohan's side. The teen groaned.

"Can you stand?" softly, in his ear.

"If I could, I would've done so by now," Gohan growled.

Still softly, "You shouldn't have fought so hard. Now you've tired yourself out."

"Afraid I'll get you bloody if you screw me?"

Pause. "You're going to get another scar on you're face." Juunana ripped a piece of cloth from Gohan's shirt, and wiped at the blood on his face. Then he stood, and Gohan heard him walking away.

"I don't want him to get so hurt, but what can I do?" Gohan jerked and with difficulty, managed to raise his head. There was no one anywhere to be seen. Where had that voice come from? //Great, now I'm starting to hear voices.// he thought. He could have sworn that the voice was Juunana's but the cyborg was nowhere to be seen. The day had brought all sorts of strange events. First the odd pull, now the voice. It smacked of something he'd heard Bulma say once, about Vegeta. //If I didn't know any better, I'd say that I've been bonded.// Gohan mused. Vegeta had been able to find Bulma (without using ki) through a pull, and had occasionally heard her thoughts. But if Gohan had bonded, then who to?

Only one person came to mind.

//NO!// Gohan squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the image, even though it was futile. //It's just a fluke. It's just a fluke. It's just a fluke. It's just a fluke.// he repeated his mantra desperately. //After all, it's gotta be impossible. He isn't even human, or really alive. Is he? Besides,// Gohan reasoned lamely //he's a he//

"I'm back." Something was pressed to Gohan's wound (the one on his face). A stinging sensation spread over it. Gohan flinched, and opened his eyes to stare at Juunana. Juunana, who was applying healing salve to his wounds. Juunana who had a strangely concerned look on his face. //Does he know?// Gohan thought frantically. //The bond is almost always mutual. Can he feel it?// He tried to clear his head //No. It's just a fluke. A fluke. A stupid stupid fluke. And besides, Juunana wouldn't know about Saiyan bonds.//

"Juu --"

The cybernetic boy ignored him. "You're going to ruin that pretty face of yours one day, Gohan." Gohan was about to retort (after all, Juunana was the one who had punched his face in the first place) when he heard, "There are times when I wish you were more cowardly, like Koji."

"WHAT?!"

"Huh?" Juunana looked surprised.

"What did you say?"

"You're going to ruin your face."

"No, after that."

"I didn't say anything after that."

"Then I'm just hearing things?" Gohan demanded.

"What did you hear?"

Gohan clamped his mouth shut. He wasn't going to ask what Juunanagou had been thinking, he was afraid of the answer.

"Well?"

" . . . . strange . . . uh growling noises . . .?"

"Hn." Juunana used his internal scanner to check Gohan for injuries. Sprained ankle, shifted vertebrae, bruises, cuts, but no damaged organs. The cyborg turned Gohan on his stomach, then got ready to realign the vertebrae. "Hold still, don't tense up. I'm gonna fix your back."

"I don't need your -- AHH . . ." Gohan yelped, then sighed as the bone snapped back into place.

"Hmm, that leaves the ankle . . . Guess I'll let you take care of that yourself. Later." With a swift series of movements, Juunana numbed Gohan's ankle. He chuckled sheepishly, "I've been watching reruns of Xena and reading a few anatomy books . . . Feel better?"

"Yes."

"Fragile humans, so easily broken . . . I wouldn't be doing this all, except that I want my new sex toy to be nice looking, not all beat up."

"Did you say something?"

"No, Gohan. You don't have any inner ear injuries that I detect. Can you swear you haven't been taking hallucinogens?"

". . . ."