Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Happy Birthday Vegeta ❯ Why'd You Have To Go and Make Things So Complicated? ( Chapter 19 )
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Why'd You Have to go and Make Things So Complicated?
Chapter 19
Happy Birthday Vegeta
Last Time on HBV: "…a sheen of sweat glistened on her face, her eyes almost black with concentration, completely focused on the task at hand. "Mine." Thrilled through his mind and body, right down to the anxiously flipping tip of his tail. She would be his tonight."
Tonight, hell. She would be his, NOW. Holding her own against him in hand-to-hand combat proved that she strong enough, physically at least, to be his mate. They fought round and round the room, using every wall and every chair to propel their match forward.
Videl was never certain when it ceased to be a competition and became a chase. One in which she was the soft-bellied prey, not the confident predator. She couldn't help but be distracted by Son Gohan…the man was a GOD. Not just his physique which surely belonged on display in some museum of fine arts somewhere. It was the whole of his personality…the unique combination of shy bookworm, and master martial artist. His strength and speed were beyond compare. She was lucky to be able to defend herself against him at all and she knew it. Although, if he was holding back on her account, it didn't appear to be much. His sheer intensity made her lightheaded and weak in the knees. So it is just remotely possible, that she let herself be caught.
She feigned a dodge to the left, and instead flew past him on the right…and as fast as she was, he was only ten thousand times faster. He tackled her with the full weight of his warrior's body and together they went headfirst over the couch and through the plate glass coffee table to end up sprawled in a heap by the door. Gohan the fortunate, landed on top, Videl, was knocked clean out.
Seconds after they hit the floor, Gohan was on his knees beside his mate. The heat and oh Kami, the smell…coming from her was more than his hypersensitive body could stand. Adrenaline pumping, an instinctive thrumming to claim her ravaged him, setting his blood aflame. He straddled her hips and nuzzled his way up her form, inhaling her scent to make it his own. Sweat and female musk and the coppery undertones of blood…he was unable to stop himself from licking her wounds. He ached; he broke, at the thought of her pain. He was moved to take it from her.
He cradled Videl in his arms and found that he still knew exactly where to bite. With a tenderness that belied the Saiyan Beast that keened to consume her whole in one forever-tasty morsel, he sank his teeth into the flesh of her throat and claimed his mate. She moaned and arched beneath him as her lifeblood welled in his mouth.
Sweet, sweet Videl danced on his palate before rocketing through his entire body. Her innocence, her vitality, her humor, the very essence of everything that was Videl, blew him apart from the inside out like giant free radicals savaging his system. He trembled from head to toe and gasped around his oozing mark as she broke him down into nothingness, and put him back together, whole. Tears flowed, because he'd never known that he was incomplete. He quaked against her like a frightened child, every bit as vulnerable.
Gohan?" her throat was dry and cracked when she spoke.
"Oh Kami, 'del…I never meant for it to happen like this." His voice was a thready combination of guilt and satisfaction vibrating against her unusually tender neck. Her emotions churned over both of them in choppy, storm-stirred crests. She was uneasy, foggy-headed, and she couldn't recall why they were on the floor…He heard her thoughts as though they'd always been there in his head. His smirk was one of contentment that grew as he licked his mark proprietarily before trying to alleviate her concerns.
"You, challenged me. I beat, you." His words held a lazy arrogance, but the rest of his body pressed her urgently to the floor with the whole sensual weight of him. Her hips moved against him and Gohan growled as the beast tried to claw it's way free. His mouth claimed hers, surprisingly gentle, nipping at the lush curve, savoring her taste like a rare autumn wine. He pushed her arms above her head and held her wrists captive with careful fingers. He stretched the length of his body over hers, blanketing her with his heat, his tail curling around her denim clad thigh seductively.
"Gohan?" her voice shook and her eyes were hugely luminous in the half-light.
"I marked you...as was my right as Victor of the challenge. I made you mine." Her desire and alarm spiked through him, and he groaned his frustration against her neck.
"Too many useless words, Videl. Just put us both out of this exquisite misery and bite me-on the neck. It is the quickest way, for you to understand, who I am, and what I've done." His features were painfully earnest, those strange golden eyes gleaming into hers expectantly. She hesitated at the idea of just hauling off and biting him, it just seemed too weird. Gohan let his eyes close as he leaned his head against hers and sighed heavily.
"It is already done. There is nothing left, but for you to accept, me." His voice wavered as some part of him realized, she might not.
"And if I don't?" She taunted him. He shivered at the thought of being alone, when she already permeated his very being.
"I think. I would die."
"A bit dramatic don't you think? No one's died from sex deprivation that I know of."
An angry sound grumbled from his chest as he lifted himself above her, heated eyes glittering with incredulous, reckless emotion.
"You fool! I TOLD you to leave. I tried to get you to go. But NO…"
Indignation roiled over him and the tiniest thread of fear tightened around his heart like a fiber-optic garrote. 'She dares deny me?! Can she deny me? I can't force her to complete the mark.' He gasped sharply as the beast raged within him that he damn well could force the fucking mark. She was his MATE.
His hands trembled as he slid his grip to her upper arms and jerked them both to a standing position. His chest heaved as he transmuted his agonizing need for her, into truly righteous anger. He fueled the fire and some part of him prayed she'd be smart enough leave before he killed her.
"How could you think, that is what this is about?!" He shook her like a ragdoll, furious with them both. Because he'd been in no state for lengthy explanations, he still wasn't. It was her stark fear, cold in his chest like a block of ice, that tore through the tissue of his fury, and froze him…heart aching, heart breaking. He'd hurt her! And scared her. He dropped her as if the flesh of her arms burned his hands. There was no way, for him to hide the maelstrom in his eyes, he was like a wounded animal. He ...he could not control himself -because Kami damn it! She was his mate!!! He wanted her with a mindless, driven craving, to make them both whole. To complete…them, and she, thought it was about sex.
He exploded in frustration and anguish. Waves of white-hot pain and power poured off of him flooding the room. Videl, to her credit, did not scream or faint. In truth, she couldn't have made a sound if her life had depended on it. Gohan, at least, she thought it was Gohan, stood before her a changed man. The dark hair she yearned to bury her fingers in, was now the color of a candle-flame, and swept up from his head in much the same fashion. His eyes were incredible. Their color had changed yet again, to a royal, Caribbean blue, though they kept the tawny rings of gold edging them.
She swallowed thickly. This man, he was larger, bulkier, than Son Gohan, and pure energy radiated from him as if her were the sun. Even his tail! His tail had turned a deep amber color and it was not secured around his waist. It was fluffed with agitation, and snicked back and forth, clearly a reflection of Gohan's state of mind. Or lack thereof. She could not be any more shocked. She'd simply met her quota for astoundingly strange occurrences for one day. As if hearing that, this shimmering Gohan laughed softly, and shook his head.
"Well. You've seen it all tonight. NOW…would be an excellent time for you to leave." His words were hissing, melting ice in the face of all his heat. He struggled with power that threatened to drown him...his body shook as he fought, every cell of every muscle screaming to take her away and MAKE her understand. She took a step towards him, and he backed away.
"GET. OUT. I can't make it any clearer. But maybe, I can make it easier." He didn't have to reach far, furious as he was, energy flared in his fingertips and he used it to blow the door down.
There was a tremendous blast and searing flash of light, and the door, was a smoking mangle of twisted metal gears and burning wood. Gohan reveled in the immense satisfaction of pointless destruction. It was almost physically gratifying for him, but not quite the release he needed. Finding Prince Vegeta and Piccolo on the other side of the smoking wreckage-that was bonus material. The No Ouiji had his arms crossed over his bare chest and a resigned look on his regal features. Piccolo just looked worried. The pair of them tickled Gohan's funny bone.
Vegeta tested the doorframe, checking for stability before stepping into the suite. His eyes narrowed when he saw a shaken Videl standing in the room and Kakkarot's brat, blithely standing there in full-blown SuperSaiyan. One black winged brow arched in a fine question.
"What are you doing here?" His gaze cut like obsidian daggers through Videl's shock, she paled and swayed, but she couldn't, she didn't know where to start. Gohan answered with a snort of derision. "She was just leaving. I was opening the door for her." His grin was malicious.
Videl found a self-preserving anger surfacing through the murk. "How dare you play the martyr? You came on to me! And then tried to throw me out and blow me up! If anyone should be wounded here it's me!" Anger quickly deserted her, left her deflated and curiously aching. She couldn't imagine why it was so important that she bite him! What a barbaric thought. Gohan felt her revulsion and snarled as it became his own. She shivered delicately and wrapped slender arms around herself and hugged.
"Gohan, I just don't understand." Her voice was very small, and very tired.
"I don't suppose he had a chance to…explain things…before you got, involved?" The Saiyan No Ouiji stood in front of her, dressed only in slim leather pants, with what looked suspiciously like sympathy in those black hawk eyes.
Behind him, Gohan began to growl.
"Explain what?" Videl's voice delivered less acid than she'd hoped. Dark eyes scrutinized her bruised and bloodied form, her hair had escaped its ties and hung around her face in heavy ebon waves. Vegeta raised a hand to brush the curtain of hair away from her neck, and found exactly what he'd expected. What he hadn't expected was the mindless roar that erupted behind him as Gohan ascended to SuperSaiyan2.
"HANDS OFF!" Gohan imploded between them violently shoving Vegeta, sending him flying across the room. Vegeta fortunately was no stranger to flight. He modified his ki to prevent himself from being smashed through the far wall. He flew back to the Namek, touched down effortlessly, and approached Piccolo with a frown furrowing his brow.
"I think we may have a problem." He spoke to the Namek as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"Which one?" Piccolo replied blandly.
"One that I hadn't considered." Vegeta murmured. "He clearly marked her-but I don't think he had a chance to explain the significance. I think she's rejecting the bond." His voice was grave and his face masked the sympathy he felt for the Brat.
"Meaning what?" Piccolo prompted while keeping one eye on the still raging Gohan. Vegeta sighed.
"I think in addition to being out of his mind with the rut, he's now suffering from an incomplete bond. It's enough…to drive him ...insane." His tone had Piccolo's complete attention.
"You mean-"
"I don't think we're going to be able to reason with Gohan about anything. Least of all the safe departure of Videl Satan. And just in case you hadn't noticed, he's regenerated his tail. His…abilities…will be at an all time peak." Vegeta did not seem enthused.
"I had noticed. Can we use it to our advantage?"
"NO!" Vegeta hissed. "I would sooner blast him in the gut with a Gallic Gun, than use his tail against him." He shuddered. "You have no idea what kind of pain you are suggesting." His reply was both final and disgusted. It was Piccolo's turn to sigh.
"What do you suggest Ouiji-sama?" Vegeta bristled at the scorn in the Namek's use of his title, but he had more urgent things to deal with just now.
"We have to get him out of SuperSaiyan. If he looses it he'll take all of Capsule Corp down with him. Perhaps the city as well."
"How."
"We have to knock him unconscious. We'll deal with the rest later." An idea gleamed like starlight in the night skies of Vegeta's eyes. "I will distract the Brat. If I know the woman, you will find what you need in the utility closet in the kitchen." The Namek nodded. Vegeta turned back to the new couple, his face inscrutable, arms crossed over his chest.
"Gohan?"
"Sire?" he growled his reply and still, it held a thread of respect. But his tail tightened around Videl's waist and pulled her close behind him, ready to defend.
Videl, held securely against a glowing Gohan, didn't even try to move away. In fact she stared in wonder as her fingers penetrated the pulsing aura surrounding Son Gohan with no ill effects. There was a thin buzzing in her ears as she pressed her head to the taut muscle of his back and let herself sag against him, knees weak, mind whirling,...'Sire?'
"Tell me what happened." Vegeta ordered coldly. Gohan's ki fluctuated wildly as he spoke.
"She challenged me and lost." his words and stance were complete arrogance.
"Did she know?" The No Ouiji asked, ignoring the non-verbal taunts, "the consequences?" The Brat's hands clenched at his side.
"She lost." The words were harsh, golden eyes narrowed in challenge. Saiyan blood sang in his veins, thrilling at the thought of battle, daring the Prince to deny his right as victor. "She was mine to claim." His smirk could have been Vegeta's, so arrogant was it's twist.
'What? Claim me how?' Videl's hand flew to the tenderness of her throat. "Oh."
Vegeta swallowed an angry sigh at the confusion on the young woman's face. Damn it! This was the whole reason they had to take such precautions during rut! To avoid this very situation! "Go on." he prompted Gohan.
"She accused me of wanting only sex, Sire!" His ki flared impossibly high with his outrage, but the No Ouiji detected a hint of exhaustion. A good sign for them, maybe. It took mammoth amounts of energy to maintain SuperSaiyan2.
"Is that all you want, Gohan?" Vegeta's features were expressionless, he knew that was not the case. Now, how to get the girl to understand.
"No." Gohan shook his head vehemently. "I need her…to be, complete." His voice quavered.
"But...you didn't get the chance to tell her that?"
"She didn't understand." These words were hollow with pain. Gohan seemed to be relaxing. Probably simply couldn't maintain the ascended state much longer.
"She's HUMAN, baka." Vegeta's voice dripped scorn. "She does not understand..what happened or why. That is why she is resistant."
'Hurry up Namek.' Just as he thought it, there was the distinct hollow plink of an air rifle being discharged. The tranquilizer dart pierced the meat of Gohan's thigh. His head flew up and he pinned Piccolo with icy eyes of death.
"Piccolo! What have you done?!" Gohan's fury flared and power exploded around them, clearing the blast site of all furniture and debris, scorching the carpet, and astonishing Vegeta with it's continuing depth.
"Oh…no. I am sick to death of being poisoned." Those were his last words before plummeting out of SuperSaiyan and collapsing, taking a shell-shocked Videl with him. She watched, as his hair and tail bled to black. He curved himself around Videl's form, protecting her even in his unconsciousness. Tentatively, she touched his hair. Silky ebon strands slid between her fingers. She laid a hand on the center of his back, and his body visibly relaxed. She stared at Vegeta with a determination that reminded him of his own.
"Can you, explain what he didn't get the chance to?" Complex emotions whirled in her face and her voice. Vegeta was solemn when he replied. "It is a private matter-meant only for you and he." He gestured to Gohan. "But given the circumstances, I may have to." He sighed heavily.
Piccolo cleared his throat. "I hate to interrupt. But I have reason to believe this tranquilizer may not be as effective on Gohan as it would be on say…the girl."
Vegeta nodded, for once in complete agreement.
Videl just stared, at the very tall, very green guy with the gun.
"You're not from around here are you?" she asked.
Piccolo's lips twitched and he shook his head. "Neither is your boyfriend, and therein lies our problem."
"We probably don't have very long before we're right back where we started." Vegeta spoke. His regal mouth firmed, resolute in this distasteful duty. He knelt beside Gohan and placed two fingers on his forehead.
"Girl, come here." He motioned for Videl to move, she did not.
"Trust me. Come here. This will be the easiest way for you to see his motivations." He didn't add that if they didn't complete this bond before Gohan came around, he was likely to slaughter everyone within a few hundred miles' radius when he woke.
"Trust you?!" Hysteria edged her laughter. "I trusted Gohan and look where it got me!"
Vegeta scowled at the inference. "Gohan is entirely worthy of your trust and you KNOW it. So stop sniveling and come closer if you'd like your explanation."
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Jada