Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Happy Birthday Vegeta ❯ Of Gohan and the Queen ( Chapter 9 )

Author's Note: I'm not sure. I think this is pretty good, but I have one of those fragile author's egos...so if you could review, and let me know...I'd appreciate it.

Happy Birthday Vegeta

Chapter Nine

Gohan and the Queen eyed one another curiously. There was an unspoken acknowledgment that neither one was really vulnerable to the other. For different reasons, they wondered why. She couldn't understand why he wasn't on the floor in the same drugged state as the blue-haired woman, and he wondered why she didn't think twice about being left alone in his presence with no controlling factor over him.

She moved towards him all fluid female intent. Tilted eyes blinked slowly at him, cat-like and gleaming. A hint of petulance rested on her mouth. She pressed her nubile body to his, the weight of her breasts crushed against the wall of his chest. One delicate hand snaked into the crisp hair at the nape of his neck, pulling his head to hers. He found his lungs paralyzed by her nearness, he could not breath despite the thunderous effort of his heart.

Mav angled her head and spoke, her voice hot in his ear. "I think you will pick up where I was interrupted. I hate being left," she paused to nibble his sensitive lobe, "unfulfilled." A tremor shook him from the searing spot where her lips had touched, to his very soul. He swallowed thickly. A smile curved her pink lips, and she kissed the throbbing at the base of his throat. The lids of her eyes drooped heavily as she enjoyed the salty taste of worried skin.

Nimble fingers worked the buttons of his shirt like magic, pushing aside the woven fabric revealing a warrior's lean musculature. "Oh, my." Her voice was warm with admiration as she took in the sculpted pectorals and steel-like abs that were certainly the result of rigorous training. Gohan saw her eyes darken to the smoky green of polished jade - there was a shine in them, a heat, that was for him. Seeing that kind of warmth in a woman's eyes could go to a guy's head...he looked away, uncomfortable.

Mav nudged him towards her sleeping area, slowly backing him across the room. His labored breaths caused the tan muscle of his stomach to ripple sinuously. She found her mouth suddenly dry, as she looked at her hapless, half-dressed prey and wanted to devour him. She wet her lips with a flick of tongue, and grabbed the open sides of his shirt holding him captive as she slid closer to him. Skin, perilously close to skin, for an eternal heartbeat, and then contact. They gasped together as heat rolled off their bodies where flesh scorched flesh.

She growled, a low sound that struck his body like a tuning fork, and awakened something terrible in Gohan. His eyes flickered with a peculiar light, and an answering growl rumbled from deep inside him. Mav gave a small cry as his fingers clenched bruisingly on her hips grinding her against his arousal. He bent his head to the pale arch of her throat. Breathing heavily, he took in the scent of her blood, knowing it pulsed just beneath his mouth like a hot fountain...he groaned at the exquisite flame that knowledge sparked, and he bit. Mav shivered helpless as his teeth scraped fragile skin. Her hands buried themselves in his hair, tugging, pulling his face to hers, their mouths fused, devouring as she had wanted earlier. Being devoured as never, ever, before. Her mind splintered as he possessed her mouth with a mad intensity. Her eyes fluttered open, and widened in shock, when she saw flashes of lightning ruffling his hair. She made an alarmed sound muffled by the kiss, and Gohan's eyes flew open. Her abused mouth fell slack. For an instant, his eyes were the color of the ocean on a summer day, lit from within by the same electricity snapping around his head. Then it was gone.

His black eyes blazed no less brightly, almost feverishly, as he brought a hand up between them to snap her mouth shut. The same hand tweaked her breast on its way back down to rest on her hip.

"Bit off more than you can chew Mav?" his voice was rough. Her traitor body quivered at the caress. She tried to hold onto rational thought, to caution, force words past her swollen lips. "What - are - you?" In response, he nibbled the column of her neck, tasted the satin skin stretched thinly across her collar bone, and nuzzled his way to the curve of her breast. He took one pouty nipple into his mouth, grazing sharply with his teeth, soothing the insult with his tongue. The shudder that racked her body, rippled through his own drawing another growl from him. Then he spoke, forming the torment of words around her sensitized flesh. "What I am, won't mean anything to you, but I am -" he paused, moving his attention to the tip of the other pert breast in his face, "not entirely human." His laughter was genuine. He loved irony. Abruptly he stopped teasing to assess her reaction to her 'unusual' pet. Focusing his concentration on his keen sense of smell, and inhaling gently, he found the answer he sought.

"Why Mav, I think you like that I'm...different. You smell...delicious." His voice was hoarse, he licked his lips unconsciously.

"More than a little bit afraid, and incredibly... needy." Her face was a reflection of those very things, a sour twist of panic swirled with an unbearably sweet ache. Like a candy, his mouth watered for a taste of her fear, his eyes glinted with that unholy desire, and a frightful, hungry smile bared his teeth.

"Don't be afraid Mav," he brushed her tender mouth with his, "I won't eat you all up." That horrible smile stayed even as he kissed her. She could feel his amusement and it infuriated her. She wrenched away from his kiss with an outraged scream, and shoved against his chest with all her strength in an attempt to break his hold on her.

"Kami!" his breath caught, as her struggle ignited a primal need to chase... and subdue... in him. His eyes went teal, his body rigid, as the Saiyan part of Gohan clawed his way to the surface. He panted, trembling, trying to control raging, new instincts. Mav watched, eyes wide, as he fought with himself, her fear forgotten in the face of his tremendous conflict.

She undid the button at his waist, and pushed him back on the bed, removing his pants.

"Oh, my." There was that admiration again, he thought through a haze as Mav straddled his hips. 'She looks like some primitive goddess, all sleek sex...' thought ceased when she took him into her body in one smooth stroke. 'So full,' she moaned as she waited for her body to accommodate his. Tentatively she rolled her hips against his, and the resultant pleasure blinded them both. She rose above him slowly, withdrawing tortuously until just the head of his manhood rested in her damp, quivering opening. Gohan held her hips immobile with possessive hands and impaled her on his length, time and again, with a savagery that renewed her fear and left her breathless. There was nothing civilized about him now. Reckless, Mav let her eyes close, and her head roll back as she rode Gohan, unaware of the energy brewing in his body. Their movements became a frantic pounding, and power surged as if from behind a dam, exploding with their orgasm, engulfing their bodies in the golden glow of the SuperSaiyan. Mav let out a strangled cry, shuddered, and passed out on Gohan's heaving chest.

"I think I just ascended." He lay there vibrating, trying to breath as energy pulsed through him in mini orgasms. Finally, he felt it recede, he felt his transformation reverse itself, blonde hair going black and damp with sweat, his breathing became normal. 'Kuso! I wonder if its like that every time?' He scrubbed his hands over his face and groaned, trying to muster the will to move his body. He tucked the still unconscious Queen beneath the coverlet. 'That's not exactly how I planned to handle the situation,' a wry smile plastered itself on his face and refused to budge. 'Whatever works I guess,' the gentle smile morphed into a smug, self-satisfied smirk, that Vegeta No Ouiji would have been proud of.

"Oh Kami! Vegeta! Oh...Bulma." Gohan groaned again, scrambled into his clothes and left to find Bulma.

"Of course, if her head's been removed, I'll never have sex again...way too much guilt there..." Gohan didn't realize he was talking to himself until he spied one of the Monolith Brothers and had to shut up lest he draw attention to himself. The large man was carrying someone that could have been Bulma, shaped right, dressed right, but her hair was gone. Gohan stepped in front of the Monolith to get a better look.

"Oh, Kami. It is Bulma." While horror churned in Gohan's stomach, the guard finally recognized him.

"Hey you! What are you doing out here? Where is Queen Mav--" Gohan, furious that Bulma was hurt, terrified that she might be dead, lashed out with invisible speed. He swept the guard's feet out from underneath him and with a brutally satisfying spray of blood and an audible 'crunch,' bashed his face in with the heel of his hand.

He was cradling Bulma in his arms before the guard ever hit the ground.

"Come on Bulma, stay with me...we're going home...you have a wish to make remember? Stay with me..." He talked to her as he sped away from the village and into the waiting jungle. Tears threatened as she remained limp and unresponsive, what was left of her beautiful hair, was plastered to her skull in jagged edges.

Guilt and exhaustion kept Gohan from being as alert as he should have been. He slammed into Piccolo in the half-dark, knocking himself to his knees.

"Krillin! Over here!"

"Piccolo, are they-"

"They're alive. A little worse for the wear maybe, but alive."

Gohan forced himself to stand, refusing to let Piccolo take Bulma's form. "...Have to get to the beach, need open space for the capsule jet." Suddenly, he looked at Piccolo, hopeful, "Can you fly?"

"That's a negative Gohan buddy." The answer came from Krillin who was chortling along behind them.

"You shoulda seen the scene Piccolo put up trying not to drop like a rock when we flew over this place."

"Did it work?" Gohan asked with a hint of a smile.

"Not at all. He fell just as hard as I did." Krillin laughed and Gohan would have laughed with him, if only Bulma had been awake. He scowled in the dark. He could tell from her rhythmic breathing that she was alive, but there was no way to assess the extent of her injuries, until later. He could only pray to Dende that she wouldn't have any permanent damage.