Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ S&M ❯ Chapter 2

Thank you all for reviewing! I am not happy at all about how this chapter turned out, too short for my liking and sort of “chopped”. I will have to re-write the story once I finish it and get it off my system, so to speak.

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She knew he was watching her, even if the rest of the world was oblivious to the way in which his eyes seemed to burn holes on her back. She would not give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he was affecting her, more and more each day, and how much she was truly fighting the urge to get up and just run. She was Videl, the protector of the city, a warrior in her own right and … uff, whom was she fooling? She was a pathetic excuse for a warrior, a doll easily breakable by anyone truly strong. By anyone like Goten.

She had been so excited when he had offered to help her train some more, after Buu's defeat, although, frankly, she didn't know why exactly he'd be willing to do so. Yes, there was a lot of obvious attraction between them, a teenage crush was clearly in the making, although none of them would admit anything at that point, but sparring with her sounded like no challenge to the teenage boy. A simple move of his finger could easily obliterated her, he knew it, and she knew it, and yet, yet he offered, out of his free will, and she was too excited to bother asking herself too much why.

It started usually enough, with him throwing an easy punch, then her blocking it and countering the assault, with the usual good natured Gohan apologizing when he hit too hard, and helping her out whenever a strike sent her ass on the ground. But imperceptibly, ever so slowly, his reactions and demeanor changed a bit day by day, till “I am sorry, Videl, are you all right?” changed to “Get your ass up, weakling!”, till getting a punch in was impossible as it was avoiding being hit by one. He would beat her up, screaming at her about what a disgrace she was, and how she couldn't even defend herself, let alone anyone else, and constantly throwing in her face the beating she had received during the tournament. She went through all the response stages - anger, denial, pain, rebellion - and by the time acceptance set in, he had also ended a change cycle that took him from a kind loving boy to a cruel, scary man.

To make matters a whole lot of complicated that side of Gohan was only displayed during their training. Schizophrenically, the next day at school he would be charmingly sweet and naïve, easily embarrassed, still strong and good and kind, and he would shyly ask for permission to carry her books around, giving her puppy eyes and being embarrassed by any mentioning of anything remotely sexual.

Facing him in school after he had lost it and beat her to an inch of her life for the first time had been the most disconcerting things that Videl had ever been through. She was expecting at least an apology, if not more, some groveling at her feet for what he had done to her the previous night. Instead she got a Gohan that acted like that never happened, like her blood hadn't been on his knuckles less than 12 hours before. It really threw her off balance and left her stunned for the better part of the classes, before rage hit her like a wall of bricks and she grabbed his arm and dragged him out, of the classroom, under the befuddled eyes of their peers and the teacher. And down the high schools halls they were going, her fury propelling her forward, him allowing her to pull him along, and she pushed him hard into a locker shoving her finger at his perplexed face and …

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Flashback:

“What was yesterday all about, Gohan?” she questioned in a much higher pitch voice than she would have liked.

He blinked a couple of times, and gave her a sheepish look.

“What do you mean, Videl?”

“What the hell is wrong with you that you have to ask? You know what I am talking about!”, she countered, her fists now balled next to her in rage.

“I have no idea what are you talking about, are you ok?”, his voice was as soft as usual and filled with concern. “Mrs. Yamako really doesn't like it when students aren't paying attention, let alone when they go out of the classroom without permission, we should head back”

“I don't care about Mrs. Yamako, I need some explanation! Why did you …. ”, she trailed off not really knowing what she could ask. Why did he hit her - they were sparring. What did he hit so hard - that would automatically admit she was weak, and she wasn't ready to say it out loud even though she was painfully aware of that fact. So she asked the only thing that she could ask:

“Why didn't you stop?”

Gohan's demeanor changed unperceivable. To an untrained eye he looked like he was still the harmless kid, being bullied and questioned by the daughter of the strongest man alive, but Videl picked up on the sudden change of energies, of the subtle way his aura varied, the minuscule twitch in her eyebrows. She knew the signs and her chin raised in defiance as she prepared to hear an answer she knew she would not like much.

“Because the enemy never stops!”, he replied, his finger coming up to tap the tip of the nose. “And neither will I”, he completed before turning away from her and blasting away through a near by open window, school class now forgotten.

Videl just watched him leave, her heart aching with a pain she had never felt before.

End Flashback

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It had been the only time they had ever addressed the issue, and as more and more time flew, Videl became grateful for it. Her life, mirroring that of Gohan, was split in two, the happy, carefree high school one in which her sensei was a sweet innocent boy, and the training one in which she would get her ass kicked by a cold, uncaring man.

And now, almost three months into it, she could feel the worlds shift again, as his eyes bore into her back, carelessly giving her that look in broad daylight. She could feel the darkness of her nights with Gohan taking over the days as well, slowly, oh, so maddeningly slow. The hairs on her back were standing up, as the victim she knew she was, was recognizing the hunter he was. Her breath sped up, and she shivered with horror as she noticed her nipples getting hard. Something hot coiled in her belly and started to spread down the legs, rending them liquid. She closed her eyes in resignation. She wasn't looking forward to that night's training.