Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Early Morning of a Life Together ❯ Great Sayamain to the Rescue ( Chapter 15 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: StarbearerTM 
After their double date, Gohan and Videl try to figure out a way to sneak out of a busy parking lot and find more time alone...
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 04.26.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.3K | Visits: 448 | Status: Completed
After their double date, Gohan and Videl try to figure out a way to sneak out of a busy parking lot and find more time alone...
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 04.26.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.3K | Visits: 448 | Status: Completed
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Early Morning of our Lives Together
Disclaimer : I d o n t o w n Gohan , Videl o r DBZ . Akira Toriyama does , and I'm only borrowing them for this fan fiction . It means no harm to the anime /manga.
After their meal, the two couples parted ways. By the time, Videl, and Gohan stepped out of the glass doors they caught sight of the twinkling lights of distant cars flickering amidst the visual torrent of streetlights and neon signs. Although they traversed gleaming black asphalt underfoot, the flickering spectrum of artificial illumination made Gohan blink with frustration. To his Saiyan senses the sounds of car horns and traffic lined up to steal spots was driving him nuts.
“I know I parked here somewhere,” Videl chuckled. “But even with a hover car it would take…”
“I think I know a way out of this. Or rather the Great Saiyaman team does,” Gohan whispered, shielding his mouth with one hand. Videl noticed the odd sparkle twinkling in his dark eyes and reached for the wristband of her watch. Both of them glanced back and forth before darting into cover provided by the long shadows of already parked vehicles. In an instant, the two costumed crusaders took off, hoping not to attract too much attention, though wanting to avoid some embarrassing recognition.
Videl’s cape waved in the gentle wind whipped up by the tall urban canyons comprised by the fully lit skyscrapers. Gohan spotted his own reflection dimly in the visor of her Great Saiyawoman helmet. While not their first choice in transportation, he enjoyed sharing her zeal for crime fighting as they had for the past three years. Reaching over Gohan grasped her gloved hand in his and pulled her towards his body. Two green tunics collided and Videl felt the breath knocked out of her as she collided with the Great Saiyaman. Eyes obscured nicely by the dark shades, Gohan’s face was still handsome, his hair concealed by the white head wrap. Like her cape, the ties fluttered like a flag at full mast, along with his own red cape. AT times, he went without it, but lately he had resumed this flourish to his costume. He commented that they matched better.
“Even if it can get snagged on something,” Gohan chuckled. In his superhero voice he playfully asked, “Can the Great Saiyaman ask the Great Saiyawoman to dance?”
“It would be the gallant and gentlemanly thing to do, and we must uphold high standards as the superheroes of this town!” she giggled back.
Awkwardness vanished behind their respective costumes, returning them to a more innocent time in their relationship. Back before things like engagement and graduation stole so much attention from their enjoyment of life. Sliding his hand under her cape, he rested it at the small of her back, and then grasped her hand with his other to hold it out straight and perpendicular to their bodies.
Videl curled her other arm around his shoulders overtop his cape and they whirled slowly around. Sensing Gohan’s need to play this game, she threw herself wholeheartedly into their larger than life shtick. As a superhero, he could fight to his hearts content, free of the criticism from his mother about putting combat before school. She could don a separate identity to Videl Satan, the Daughter of the Champion of the World and simply be Great Saiyawoman at the side of her lover.
Their bodies initially maintained a distance of two inches as their white booted feet mimicked movement across an invisible dance floor. She was thankful Gohan had gotten rid of that silly helmet in favor of his present headgear, because she wasn’t quite sure how to inform him tactfully, that it resembled a garbage can.
“Isn’t this great, Great Saiyaman! Having the whole town to ourselves and nobody bothering us?” she asked.
“At least till one of us hears a crime and we MUST do our duty, Great Saiyawoman,” Gohan nodded.
Unable to lose herself in his eyes she contented herself with admiring the smooth angle of his muscular jaw, and the thick muscles like steel cables in his large neck. Her mind automatically filled in the rest of his body concealed under that loose tunic and tight black spandex. She wondered if it was a good or bad thing that the blue tinted visor hid her blush.
Letting go of his hand she pushed up her visor. “Gohan this is how we ballroom dance, but you need to bump it up a few decades and slow dance!”
“Uh sure, if you insist, ma’am,” he answered, still deepening his voice in that movie hero manner. Not grasping his hand, she instead wrapped it also around his shoulders to bring them to eye level.
He too wound his now freed arm around her body, their chests lightly touching now. Despite the chill of the evening darkness, their body heat radiated nicely through their disguises. In a voice more resembling Gohan’s he whispered, “Better?”
“Much,” she agreed, blue eyes sparkling through the reflected city lights below. She couldn’t stop herself from reaching into the collar of his cape to rub her fingers over whatever muscles she could touch. Gohan’s lips parted, and he emitted a groan. His hands busied themselves with tracing minute equations on the back of her body, hidden by her cape. Breath quickening she pressed herself closer to him, so her nose brushed his sensitive ear.
“Videl,” he whispered hoarsely. “It’s getting harder to focus on flying.”
“That’s the idea, Great Saiyaman,” she giggled lightly, reaching over to pull one of her gloves off and hold it while she slid her now bare hand into the collar of his spandex top. The contact of her skin to his jolted Gohan, and he almost lost his focus causing them to dip a few feet. Videl and he yelped, hugging each other more tightly in the process.
“Whoops, we should really be careful! I might be indestructible, but you’re not so lucky,” he whispered.
“Don’t remind me,” she pouted her face stern with the mood soured.
“I mean I… don’t take it the wrong way. I want to protect you, Videl. You must know that,” he reminded her.
She swooned at the crushing pressure of his arms enclosing her, imprisoning her as if she would melt away. Face pressed to his massive shoulder she turned her head to the side and kissed his sensitive neck. His fingers tightened through the fabric of his gloves and she nudged her knee between his to feel the extent of his excitement.
Gohan felt Videl's shapely thighs latch around his muscular leg, and straddle it. From the friction of her rocking back and forth she must be eager as he to sate the prickling tingles erupting over his skin. The torture of fabric covered contact teased him, as her thigh contacted his spandex clad groin repeatedly.
Then he felt the tug of her full weight on his arms and her gasp of fear. Fortunately Gohan's strong arms wrapped her tightly in their embrace arresting her fall. Not to mention straddling his slightly bent thigh that was pressing into her crotch.
"Yikes," she gasped, her heart pounding.
"I've got you, Videl," he whispered. She stifled her cry as he slid one arm under her back and hefted her up so her knees flew together to dangle over his other.
"Do you know of a place?" she whispered hoarsely.
"There is one. You've only been there a few times, but I think it's better then me dropping you by accident," he teased, lips buzzing her ear. Latching arms around his neck she pulled the visor of her helmet down.
Cradled in his arms, she felt safe and warm. Raising his ki, Gohan enveloped them both, before lurching violently forwards. The sudden acceleration tossed Videl more closely against him, and she marveled at the environment blurring into bright and dark alternating streaks.
When she next came to awareness she realized from the sensation in her mind that they were descending. Through his muscular body she felt the jolt of their landing, and the forward sway of his stride as he carried her along. How nice it felt for a change to be carried instead of clinging to him in his shy state.
Fresh air devoid of the burning haze of ozone surged into her nostrils. The crackling shimmer of Gohan's ki faded, leaving them in the white haze of starlight from overhead. Unhindered by the orange light pollution, the twinkling points of stars were scattered like thousands of grains of sand on a black blanket. Dark undulating folds of a blanket lining the horizon indicated they were in the mountains. Instead of the cacophony of traffic she heard the chirping of crickets and the purring squeak of frogs croaking. Ironic how the sounds in the country were just as noticeable a background as those of the city.
Once he set her on her feet again, Gohan pushed his sunglasses up to reveal his eyes gleaming with hunger. With a twist of his watch his costume vanished to reveal the clothes he wore earlier. Automatically Videl did the same, banishing her disguise as well. Now freed from their guises both regarded one another with wide searching eyes.
Gohan extended his bare hand to clasp hers, tugging her after him towards the low roofed structure blocking the starlight above. The lines of the branches and shapes of the leaves stretching overhead bordered triangles and geometric shapes of sky. Under the eves of an overhang they stopped before a set of double rough wooden doors. Gohan rested his free hand against the diamond shape bearing the character for Son upon it.
"Wait a minute, isn't this where you took me one of those times you were teaching me to fly.. you and Goten?" she asked, recognizing what was shrouded in darkness.
Turning towards her, Gohan seized her other hand to stand only a width of a foot from her. His eyes narrowed to their angular stern seriousness indicative of his fighter countenance. Upward spikes of his dark hair almost vanished into the night, while that single lock of hair curved over his smooth forehead wrinkled only slightly with the frown.
"Gohan, what is it?" Videl shivered, feeling so small and vulnerable in the presence of this being who held incredible powers locked inside his mortal frame. That look in his eyes reminded her hauntingly of the one that his father Goku had cast her when she begged him to let her save Gohan from Spopovitch and Yamu. Not of anger, but of warning that she should not involve herself in matters that would cause her harm.
"You trust me, don't you?" he asked. Yet she knew he was far from being angry with her because she saw the upward twitching of the corners of his mouth. Rather in that second he had crossed from hesitant teenager to serious adult, the weights of his short but eventful life suddenly full upon his broad shoulders.
"How can you ask me that?" she wondered, as his hand hesitated on the lock of the door.
He pressed it forwards, and the creak startled her with its age.
"It's real. You, me, everything. Am I really someone you'd want to spend the rest of your life with?" he asked.
"Yes. I love you Gohan," she whispered, insistently pulling on his hand clasped around hers. "What's on that mind of yours?"
Long seconds ticked by, lasting a total of only a minute, but Videl felt it last ten times longer. All she could do was gaze up at those troubled black depths and puzzle what he pondered. Ever since she first met Gohan she knew there were disturbing things about him that were far from normal. Even though she claimed she knew him well, she guessed there were secrets she would never discover, and it was perhaps better that way.
Still she hated that sudden distance he erected between them. Pushing aside the urge to yell at him she instead asked, "Gohan, don't shut me out. Please, tell me if something's bothering you. Are we going too fast for you?"
Her words broke through his trance, for his eyes snapped wide open to the shape she was normally accustomed to; that of the wide-eyed confused nerd. Lips moving quicker then the words he could utter he stammered, "No... that's not it at all, Videl! I just... It's... nothing. Forget I said it. Just... jitters. About the future. Yeah... it's... I'm just worried about what might go wrong instead of what's going right."
"I don't care if you're 'Saiyan'. If that's what's bugging you," Videl reminded him sternly. "And you're not forcing me to do anything I don't feel comfortable doing, either."
Banishing the fear of the unknown, Gohan tugged his mind back to the present. He would succumb to his own desires, instead of questioning every action. Hadn't he fought hard enough to earn a measure of peace with the girl... no the woman who loved him? Momentarily Gohan wondered if this was the quandary Vegeta faced an eternity ago when Cell had long last defeated. Just why he would think of his father's rival he wasn't sure. Yet he remembered his conversation with Bulma and Vegeta earlier that day.
Instead of waiting any longer Gohan shoved the doors wide open, pulling Videl inside the dark cabin after him. She coughed and sneezed at the clouds of dust kicked up, and Gohan urged her to stay where she was while he hunted for a source of light. She was glad to see the flickering orb of light gathered in one cupped palm held aloft. The light itself was pure white, unlike the gold hue of his ascended and terrifyingly handsome form, or the blue of Vegeta's, or the color of the Namek's. Shadows grew long from the objects now visible around them. She saw the futon alcove in the rear of the cabin, behind a rough wooden table and chairs, and small old-fashioned cabinets and bureaus. Although covered in a layer of dust, the small living area looked ready for someone to wipe the layers away and set up hope.
"Sometimes I'd come here to be by myself, when Dad was dead," Gohan reflected. He wandered over and found the lantern hanging up by one of the round windows. Shaking it he heard the slosh of kerosene and then used his ki to light the wick. Then he set it on the table, leaving them in the warm reassuring glow.
"It's really neat… I mean I never saw it like this before. It's all old fashioned. Did your parents first live here after they got married?" she asked. Videl sat down in one of the chairs, hearing the slight creak in response.
Gohan closed the door behind them carefully, then returned to the table. Videl incessantly gazed up at him, and saw as he moved over to the futon alcove. To her relief she saw him crouch to unroll something and spread it out. The soft whisper of sheets and blankets falling atop the mattress in its home was a comforting sound. At least here there would be no mother or father robbing them of their moments together.
As Gohan turned around and rose, he stepped right into Videl's arms. His breath stopped in his throat as she leapt up and wrapped her arms around his neck. Any protest was silenced with the sweet pressure of her lips moving over his. Eagerly he drank in the kiss, hugging her tightly so her toes dangled a few inches off the ground. He felt the inevitable friction of her thigh sliding up his hip to wrap around it, and gripped her backside to hold her there. Although comfortable with books and words, he knew when they were unnecessary.
Again he opened the conduit to his hunger, sliding his lips from under hers to dominate the heavy kiss. Gasped breaths between the lip touches became forceful droughts of her breath and the taste of her mouth flowing into his. The swipe of a soft tongue across his coupled with the questing fingers roaming under his shirt to tug it out of his pants, and struggle to unbutton it. Gohan felt his legs quivering, and guided them to sit down on the soft futon. Straddling his lap, she tugged herself so their bodies locked tightly together. Their desires teased one another through their clothes that suddenly seemed too tight.
With each kiss on her exposed skin, Gohan helped her out of her dress and then pulled off her shoes. He kicked his own off as well, hearing them thump as they hit the far wall. Breaths rasping in and out and hearts pounding in their ears they drank in rapid kisses and explored their skin through the lamp's dim glow. It seemed they couldn't remove their clothing fast enough to continue their journey towards completion. Plunging her hands into his spiky short hair she leaned heavily into him. Swiveling his hips Gohan then pitched backward with his arms full of Videl. She landed, her breasts squashed momentarily against his hard chest, and her legs wrapped around his hips, just as she liked them. Gohan caressed the bones of her spine, then gave her backside another teasing squeeze as she bucked playfully over him.
She pulled back when she felt him tense. "Gohan, don't worry. I've got it covered. Just relax…"
"I'm anything BUT relaxed," he half growled. Videl smirked and leaned over to silence him with her mouth pressed to his. He lifted his hips after she shifted back and tugged at the waistband of his underpants. She heard a loud ripping as his fingers slid under her bra straps and pulled, and the tension of the elastic was suddenly gone and she was no longer supported. Instead their skin stuck to each other and her sensitive nipples glided over his muscular chest. This caused her to giggle through their kiss, and she felt Gohan's smile against her mouth.
Her lips parted with the soft cry of surprise when he grabbed her hips and she moved into place. Joined together they moved without the need for thought, only wishing to please the other and express what was bursting in their chests and burning in their souls. Caresses and kisses were not enough where the motion of her in his arms and surrounding him was.
Inhaling her scent deeply, Gohan smiled with the depths of the feelings reflected in her sky blue eyes. She loved him, truly loved him and he knew it for himself. There was no doubt and perhaps that was what frightened him the most. Love was terrifying, as much as fighting an enemy, yet he knew fate pushed him forwards. The thought of facing the future without her in it was unacceptable. He would answer his private doubts later, after he succumbed to the inevitability of their love.
Early Morning of our Lives Together
Disclaimer : I d o n t o w n Gohan , Videl o r DBZ . Akira Toriyama does , and I'm only borrowing them for this fan fiction . It means no harm to the anime /manga.
After their meal, the two couples parted ways. By the time, Videl, and Gohan stepped out of the glass doors they caught sight of the twinkling lights of distant cars flickering amidst the visual torrent of streetlights and neon signs. Although they traversed gleaming black asphalt underfoot, the flickering spectrum of artificial illumination made Gohan blink with frustration. To his Saiyan senses the sounds of car horns and traffic lined up to steal spots was driving him nuts.
“I know I parked here somewhere,” Videl chuckled. “But even with a hover car it would take…”
“I think I know a way out of this. Or rather the Great Saiyaman team does,” Gohan whispered, shielding his mouth with one hand. Videl noticed the odd sparkle twinkling in his dark eyes and reached for the wristband of her watch. Both of them glanced back and forth before darting into cover provided by the long shadows of already parked vehicles. In an instant, the two costumed crusaders took off, hoping not to attract too much attention, though wanting to avoid some embarrassing recognition.
Videl’s cape waved in the gentle wind whipped up by the tall urban canyons comprised by the fully lit skyscrapers. Gohan spotted his own reflection dimly in the visor of her Great Saiyawoman helmet. While not their first choice in transportation, he enjoyed sharing her zeal for crime fighting as they had for the past three years. Reaching over Gohan grasped her gloved hand in his and pulled her towards his body. Two green tunics collided and Videl felt the breath knocked out of her as she collided with the Great Saiyaman. Eyes obscured nicely by the dark shades, Gohan’s face was still handsome, his hair concealed by the white head wrap. Like her cape, the ties fluttered like a flag at full mast, along with his own red cape. AT times, he went without it, but lately he had resumed this flourish to his costume. He commented that they matched better.
“Even if it can get snagged on something,” Gohan chuckled. In his superhero voice he playfully asked, “Can the Great Saiyaman ask the Great Saiyawoman to dance?”
“It would be the gallant and gentlemanly thing to do, and we must uphold high standards as the superheroes of this town!” she giggled back.
Awkwardness vanished behind their respective costumes, returning them to a more innocent time in their relationship. Back before things like engagement and graduation stole so much attention from their enjoyment of life. Sliding his hand under her cape, he rested it at the small of her back, and then grasped her hand with his other to hold it out straight and perpendicular to their bodies.
Videl curled her other arm around his shoulders overtop his cape and they whirled slowly around. Sensing Gohan’s need to play this game, she threw herself wholeheartedly into their larger than life shtick. As a superhero, he could fight to his hearts content, free of the criticism from his mother about putting combat before school. She could don a separate identity to Videl Satan, the Daughter of the Champion of the World and simply be Great Saiyawoman at the side of her lover.
Their bodies initially maintained a distance of two inches as their white booted feet mimicked movement across an invisible dance floor. She was thankful Gohan had gotten rid of that silly helmet in favor of his present headgear, because she wasn’t quite sure how to inform him tactfully, that it resembled a garbage can.
“Isn’t this great, Great Saiyaman! Having the whole town to ourselves and nobody bothering us?” she asked.
“At least till one of us hears a crime and we MUST do our duty, Great Saiyawoman,” Gohan nodded.
Unable to lose herself in his eyes she contented herself with admiring the smooth angle of his muscular jaw, and the thick muscles like steel cables in his large neck. Her mind automatically filled in the rest of his body concealed under that loose tunic and tight black spandex. She wondered if it was a good or bad thing that the blue tinted visor hid her blush.
Letting go of his hand she pushed up her visor. “Gohan this is how we ballroom dance, but you need to bump it up a few decades and slow dance!”
“Uh sure, if you insist, ma’am,” he answered, still deepening his voice in that movie hero manner. Not grasping his hand, she instead wrapped it also around his shoulders to bring them to eye level.
He too wound his now freed arm around her body, their chests lightly touching now. Despite the chill of the evening darkness, their body heat radiated nicely through their disguises. In a voice more resembling Gohan’s he whispered, “Better?”
“Much,” she agreed, blue eyes sparkling through the reflected city lights below. She couldn’t stop herself from reaching into the collar of his cape to rub her fingers over whatever muscles she could touch. Gohan’s lips parted, and he emitted a groan. His hands busied themselves with tracing minute equations on the back of her body, hidden by her cape. Breath quickening she pressed herself closer to him, so her nose brushed his sensitive ear.
“Videl,” he whispered hoarsely. “It’s getting harder to focus on flying.”
“That’s the idea, Great Saiyaman,” she giggled lightly, reaching over to pull one of her gloves off and hold it while she slid her now bare hand into the collar of his spandex top. The contact of her skin to his jolted Gohan, and he almost lost his focus causing them to dip a few feet. Videl and he yelped, hugging each other more tightly in the process.
“Whoops, we should really be careful! I might be indestructible, but you’re not so lucky,” he whispered.
“Don’t remind me,” she pouted her face stern with the mood soured.
“I mean I… don’t take it the wrong way. I want to protect you, Videl. You must know that,” he reminded her.
She swooned at the crushing pressure of his arms enclosing her, imprisoning her as if she would melt away. Face pressed to his massive shoulder she turned her head to the side and kissed his sensitive neck. His fingers tightened through the fabric of his gloves and she nudged her knee between his to feel the extent of his excitement.
Gohan felt Videl's shapely thighs latch around his muscular leg, and straddle it. From the friction of her rocking back and forth she must be eager as he to sate the prickling tingles erupting over his skin. The torture of fabric covered contact teased him, as her thigh contacted his spandex clad groin repeatedly.
Then he felt the tug of her full weight on his arms and her gasp of fear. Fortunately Gohan's strong arms wrapped her tightly in their embrace arresting her fall. Not to mention straddling his slightly bent thigh that was pressing into her crotch.
"Yikes," she gasped, her heart pounding.
"I've got you, Videl," he whispered. She stifled her cry as he slid one arm under her back and hefted her up so her knees flew together to dangle over his other.
"Do you know of a place?" she whispered hoarsely.
"There is one. You've only been there a few times, but I think it's better then me dropping you by accident," he teased, lips buzzing her ear. Latching arms around his neck she pulled the visor of her helmet down.
Cradled in his arms, she felt safe and warm. Raising his ki, Gohan enveloped them both, before lurching violently forwards. The sudden acceleration tossed Videl more closely against him, and she marveled at the environment blurring into bright and dark alternating streaks.
When she next came to awareness she realized from the sensation in her mind that they were descending. Through his muscular body she felt the jolt of their landing, and the forward sway of his stride as he carried her along. How nice it felt for a change to be carried instead of clinging to him in his shy state.
Fresh air devoid of the burning haze of ozone surged into her nostrils. The crackling shimmer of Gohan's ki faded, leaving them in the white haze of starlight from overhead. Unhindered by the orange light pollution, the twinkling points of stars were scattered like thousands of grains of sand on a black blanket. Dark undulating folds of a blanket lining the horizon indicated they were in the mountains. Instead of the cacophony of traffic she heard the chirping of crickets and the purring squeak of frogs croaking. Ironic how the sounds in the country were just as noticeable a background as those of the city.
Once he set her on her feet again, Gohan pushed his sunglasses up to reveal his eyes gleaming with hunger. With a twist of his watch his costume vanished to reveal the clothes he wore earlier. Automatically Videl did the same, banishing her disguise as well. Now freed from their guises both regarded one another with wide searching eyes.
Gohan extended his bare hand to clasp hers, tugging her after him towards the low roofed structure blocking the starlight above. The lines of the branches and shapes of the leaves stretching overhead bordered triangles and geometric shapes of sky. Under the eves of an overhang they stopped before a set of double rough wooden doors. Gohan rested his free hand against the diamond shape bearing the character for Son upon it.
"Wait a minute, isn't this where you took me one of those times you were teaching me to fly.. you and Goten?" she asked, recognizing what was shrouded in darkness.
Turning towards her, Gohan seized her other hand to stand only a width of a foot from her. His eyes narrowed to their angular stern seriousness indicative of his fighter countenance. Upward spikes of his dark hair almost vanished into the night, while that single lock of hair curved over his smooth forehead wrinkled only slightly with the frown.
"Gohan, what is it?" Videl shivered, feeling so small and vulnerable in the presence of this being who held incredible powers locked inside his mortal frame. That look in his eyes reminded her hauntingly of the one that his father Goku had cast her when she begged him to let her save Gohan from Spopovitch and Yamu. Not of anger, but of warning that she should not involve herself in matters that would cause her harm.
"You trust me, don't you?" he asked. Yet she knew he was far from being angry with her because she saw the upward twitching of the corners of his mouth. Rather in that second he had crossed from hesitant teenager to serious adult, the weights of his short but eventful life suddenly full upon his broad shoulders.
"How can you ask me that?" she wondered, as his hand hesitated on the lock of the door.
He pressed it forwards, and the creak startled her with its age.
"It's real. You, me, everything. Am I really someone you'd want to spend the rest of your life with?" he asked.
"Yes. I love you Gohan," she whispered, insistently pulling on his hand clasped around hers. "What's on that mind of yours?"
Long seconds ticked by, lasting a total of only a minute, but Videl felt it last ten times longer. All she could do was gaze up at those troubled black depths and puzzle what he pondered. Ever since she first met Gohan she knew there were disturbing things about him that were far from normal. Even though she claimed she knew him well, she guessed there were secrets she would never discover, and it was perhaps better that way.
Still she hated that sudden distance he erected between them. Pushing aside the urge to yell at him she instead asked, "Gohan, don't shut me out. Please, tell me if something's bothering you. Are we going too fast for you?"
Her words broke through his trance, for his eyes snapped wide open to the shape she was normally accustomed to; that of the wide-eyed confused nerd. Lips moving quicker then the words he could utter he stammered, "No... that's not it at all, Videl! I just... It's... nothing. Forget I said it. Just... jitters. About the future. Yeah... it's... I'm just worried about what might go wrong instead of what's going right."
"I don't care if you're 'Saiyan'. If that's what's bugging you," Videl reminded him sternly. "And you're not forcing me to do anything I don't feel comfortable doing, either."
Banishing the fear of the unknown, Gohan tugged his mind back to the present. He would succumb to his own desires, instead of questioning every action. Hadn't he fought hard enough to earn a measure of peace with the girl... no the woman who loved him? Momentarily Gohan wondered if this was the quandary Vegeta faced an eternity ago when Cell had long last defeated. Just why he would think of his father's rival he wasn't sure. Yet he remembered his conversation with Bulma and Vegeta earlier that day.
Instead of waiting any longer Gohan shoved the doors wide open, pulling Videl inside the dark cabin after him. She coughed and sneezed at the clouds of dust kicked up, and Gohan urged her to stay where she was while he hunted for a source of light. She was glad to see the flickering orb of light gathered in one cupped palm held aloft. The light itself was pure white, unlike the gold hue of his ascended and terrifyingly handsome form, or the blue of Vegeta's, or the color of the Namek's. Shadows grew long from the objects now visible around them. She saw the futon alcove in the rear of the cabin, behind a rough wooden table and chairs, and small old-fashioned cabinets and bureaus. Although covered in a layer of dust, the small living area looked ready for someone to wipe the layers away and set up hope.
"Sometimes I'd come here to be by myself, when Dad was dead," Gohan reflected. He wandered over and found the lantern hanging up by one of the round windows. Shaking it he heard the slosh of kerosene and then used his ki to light the wick. Then he set it on the table, leaving them in the warm reassuring glow.
"It's really neat… I mean I never saw it like this before. It's all old fashioned. Did your parents first live here after they got married?" she asked. Videl sat down in one of the chairs, hearing the slight creak in response.
Gohan closed the door behind them carefully, then returned to the table. Videl incessantly gazed up at him, and saw as he moved over to the futon alcove. To her relief she saw him crouch to unroll something and spread it out. The soft whisper of sheets and blankets falling atop the mattress in its home was a comforting sound. At least here there would be no mother or father robbing them of their moments together.
As Gohan turned around and rose, he stepped right into Videl's arms. His breath stopped in his throat as she leapt up and wrapped her arms around his neck. Any protest was silenced with the sweet pressure of her lips moving over his. Eagerly he drank in the kiss, hugging her tightly so her toes dangled a few inches off the ground. He felt the inevitable friction of her thigh sliding up his hip to wrap around it, and gripped her backside to hold her there. Although comfortable with books and words, he knew when they were unnecessary.
Again he opened the conduit to his hunger, sliding his lips from under hers to dominate the heavy kiss. Gasped breaths between the lip touches became forceful droughts of her breath and the taste of her mouth flowing into his. The swipe of a soft tongue across his coupled with the questing fingers roaming under his shirt to tug it out of his pants, and struggle to unbutton it. Gohan felt his legs quivering, and guided them to sit down on the soft futon. Straddling his lap, she tugged herself so their bodies locked tightly together. Their desires teased one another through their clothes that suddenly seemed too tight.
With each kiss on her exposed skin, Gohan helped her out of her dress and then pulled off her shoes. He kicked his own off as well, hearing them thump as they hit the far wall. Breaths rasping in and out and hearts pounding in their ears they drank in rapid kisses and explored their skin through the lamp's dim glow. It seemed they couldn't remove their clothing fast enough to continue their journey towards completion. Plunging her hands into his spiky short hair she leaned heavily into him. Swiveling his hips Gohan then pitched backward with his arms full of Videl. She landed, her breasts squashed momentarily against his hard chest, and her legs wrapped around his hips, just as she liked them. Gohan caressed the bones of her spine, then gave her backside another teasing squeeze as she bucked playfully over him.
She pulled back when she felt him tense. "Gohan, don't worry. I've got it covered. Just relax…"
"I'm anything BUT relaxed," he half growled. Videl smirked and leaned over to silence him with her mouth pressed to his. He lifted his hips after she shifted back and tugged at the waistband of his underpants. She heard a loud ripping as his fingers slid under her bra straps and pulled, and the tension of the elastic was suddenly gone and she was no longer supported. Instead their skin stuck to each other and her sensitive nipples glided over his muscular chest. This caused her to giggle through their kiss, and she felt Gohan's smile against her mouth.
Her lips parted with the soft cry of surprise when he grabbed her hips and she moved into place. Joined together they moved without the need for thought, only wishing to please the other and express what was bursting in their chests and burning in their souls. Caresses and kisses were not enough where the motion of her in his arms and surrounding him was.
Inhaling her scent deeply, Gohan smiled with the depths of the feelings reflected in her sky blue eyes. She loved him, truly loved him and he knew it for himself. There was no doubt and perhaps that was what frightened him the most. Love was terrifying, as much as fighting an enemy, yet he knew fate pushed him forwards. The thought of facing the future without her in it was unacceptable. He would answer his private doubts later, after he succumbed to the inevitability of their love.