Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Silver Lining ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

"Hey, Vegeta!" The Saiyajin Prince looked over at Kakarotto who waved, and smiled, "Take care of Gohan for me! Bye, guys!"

With his Instant Transmission, Kakarotto was suddenly beside the hulking form of Cell, and right in front of his grieving, silver daughter, "You did well, Gohan. I'm proud of you."

"Daddy ...?"

"Tell your mom I'm sorry." And then he vanished with Cell.

"Daddy!"

The scream of a forlorn, lost child woke Vegeta so abruptly that - being tangled in his sheets - he fell onto the floor, and ended up taking Bulma down with him, him on the bottom.

"Vegeta!" She smacked his chest, "What the hell do you think you're doing!?"

He raised an eyebrow at her supposed 'display of power,' and shoved her off, "What the hell is it to you? Now get off of me."

The blue-haired woman seethed, and hissed, poking into his chest, "You just ruined my beauty sleep."

Vegeta gave a pause, looking her over, "I doubt that." She began to smile softly, but next he said, "There's no beauty to speak of."

"Argh! Vegeta, you ass!"

"Yes," he sighed, and stood up, holding her aloft by her wrists, and dumping her back into the bed, "my ass. The reason there's a boy in the next room over. Now keep your trap shut." He headed for the door.

"Where're you going?"

"My room - I can't sleep in here with your beak squawking."

A lamp smashed into the wall next to his head, "You're the one keeping people up! Falling out of bed ... pshaw!"

"At least there's one thing that's gotten better since I slept with you - your aim!"

"That does it! Go ahead and leave!"

"Great, but now I'd rather take a walk."

"Good, then I'll just lock the doors behind you."

"Fine, I'll be sleeping at a hotel with a better whore than you."

"Ha!" They had been walking down the hallways at this point, Bulma following Vegeta out to his room where he quickly changed into some actual clothes, and then stalked down to the front door, she said just before slamming the front door on his back, "That'll be the day!"

Gohan trembled softly, her eyes drawn out the window where she could clearly see patches of starlight in the otherwise black sky. As the pulsing warmth spread throughout her skin, sweat started to seep out her pores - already soaking into the sheets. Everything grazing over her flesh seemed to burn imprints into her, and the cool wind from the open window was no relief, rather it only enflamed her body more. She strived to move little, yet as Gohan's blood boiled she could not help but attempt to bring herself some sort of assistance, shifting and squirming to try to get out of her own skin.

Upon finding herself in these embarrassing situations only last year, she had been terrified. Chichi didn't know what she should do when she had been informed. In the end, Gohan had been told to ignore whatever was happening to her.

So there she laid. Ignoring it.

It felt like she was ignoring thousands of pin pricks digging underneath her skin.

She was assaulted by these spells every two months, and each time, Gohan didn't think that she could just sit still any longer.

By the end of the night she would be just as strangely unsated as those last times she laid in bed.

I need out of here ... The thought came unbidden, and ran continuously through her mind, driving her insane as scenarios began of herself going out through her window. Mom wouldn't know ... She'd never have to know. I'll just slip out ... I'll just take a walk - a flight - and then I'll be back before daylight.

After a tangible pause, Gohan rolled over to get up, stripping away her plaid pajama shirt and boxers to look for something else to wear. She grabbed the first thing that she could find.

Her sailor uniform for her middle school.

A rational part of her mind said, This way, if I'm out all night, I can just go straight to school.

Her own school uniform was nothing like those skimpy things that she would sometimes see on television whenever she was allowed to watch it. Not that she watched a lot of it in the first place, of course. The skirt was a deep red along with its tie around her neck, and the bottom of the skirt reached just to her knees.

Once dressed, she ran a comb through her long, untame hair before hopping out the window, and floated up into the air. A stir of reprieve washed through her as unspent energy was suddenly being used to lift her into the air.

No clear course in mind, she started just slowly flying above her home, peering down at the windows of her mother and little brother. They hadn't been abandoned by her father truly for he had left the two of them with a great gift. Goten was like her father all over again, and he relieved the misery in their hearts with his wide smile. The demi Saiyajin was an effigy of joy.

Saiyajin ... Her mind went blank for a moment at the thought, but she shook it from her mind, abruptly restless again.

A funny feeling crept into her, and she shivered in the wind, not sure if it was the cold or not. Her eyes drifted westward, and if she concentrated, she thought that she might see the glitter of city lights. Yet those lights didn't belong to the city that she was looking for.

Off past those lights, and farther yet, were the gleaming beacons of West City. She could not yet see them though ...

Yet? Her mind echoed, but something in her didn't seem to think anything odd in what she was doing as she started to go toward West City. Still a bit north of her - fast becoming northeast - was Satan City, and seeing as how she would be going to a high school located there the next year, one might think that she'd be more interested in what Satan City was like. Even Gohan felt strange to being going to West City.

Gohan moved slowly, trying to come across any incentives for desiring to go.

After all, she had no real business in West City. The only reasons that she had ever gone to West City were to start her journey for Namek and to help Bulma and the infant Trunks back home.

The pittering sound so characteristic of rain didn't register in her head, and then unexpectantly she noticed that she was utterly sopping wet. Gohan didn't believe that she could get any wetter, so she sped to the city, seeing as she was closer ... right? She had been much closer to the city than to her own home, right? Glancing back briefly, she decided that it didn't matter now that she was most notably closer. Those buildings looked close enough to be able to be reached out to and touched.

Upon reaching West City, Gohan touched down on the ground, and began to walk. Aimlessly, she stalked the streets as the rain began to lighten up. People sometimes stopped to stare at her - either on the streets, or those safe on the other sides of windows - but she paid them no real mind. Unless anyone tried talking to her, they were ignored, and when someone would stop to talk, asking whether she was all right, with one look at them she knew that they weren't important. Nothing said, she would just walk away from them. What she needed was in this city. She knew it. Somehow ...

"Hey!" This time, she stopped however when someone called to her twice, planting a hand on her shoulder firmly. "You don't go giving me the cold shoulder, you dumb broad."

"I'm sure," her voice didn't sound quite right - even to her own ears - it was too softly husky, and uncaring ... But who gives a fuck when a dick like this shows up? "I just don't give a rat's ass ... Fuck off."

He hissed, and his hand on her shoulder tightened, "I don't like hitting girls, so apologize right now so I can reconsider."

A laugh split from her throat, "You don't, huh? Well then, what good are you?"

"All right," he sneered, and pulled a flat palm back, "you're just asking for it!"

His slap came hard - or at least that seemed to be his intention - because then he yelped in surprise and pain, releasing her, and stumbling back away, "What-? What the fuck!? You're like some fucking brick!"

Gohan didn't bother listening to the rest of his splutterings, and kept walking. He wasn't what she wanted. None of them were. What am I looking for though ...?

Taken unawares, her senses flared in recognition, and she looked right.

There, her senses appeared to peal. Him, they whispered.

Everything then snapped into focus.

Vegeta was standing no more than ten feet away - the odd people that walked the night in the rain were a surreal barrier that scarcely hindered him. The man wasn't as wet as her. Clad in a white wifebeater, dark tight jeans, and a black trench coat, Vegeta seemed quite dry except for his hair which was unerringly flattened down, and reached down almost to his shoulders.

"Maybe by the time he is of age, she'll have more control over herself. I doubt she'd be desperate enough to go for some little boy, and Trunks won't try anything until he's at least thirteen - maybe fourteen."

"So then, she'll look for you."

"I have more control than to let any of her foolish advances affect me, Namek. She'll be safe from me."

Her hands flew to conceal her face in horror, Dende! I was just about to ... to ... I wanted to ... with him ... Chest heaving, Gohan sobbed, and his eyes widened, his feet moving to weave through the people.

"Stupid girl," as always, his dark brow was downturned as his eyes scrutinized her evenly, "you're freezing. Why are you in the rain wearing something so skimpy?"

She hadn't realized how cold she was until Vegeta took off his trench coat, and draped it over her shoulders. Clenching it to herself, and half leaning against him before he could draw away, she whispered, "I'm so sorry, Vegeta-san."

Noticing the uncomfortable look which crossed his face, she pulled back. He let out a gruff sigh, "Idiot ... come on. The woman and I aren't really getting along right now, but I doubt that she'd lock up the Gravity Room too."

She smiled slightly, wiping her slightly runny nose, "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything," he snorted, "she's the whole problem." When she giggled, he grunted, and rolled one of his shoulders in a gesture, "Just hurry up. I was about to go back anyway."

Only after a few blocks, Gohan could feel her legs begin to wobble. Whether it was from exhaustion, or from whatever was wrong with her body, the demi Saiyajin wasn't certain. The prince, taking note of her instability, abruptly swept her up into his strong arms, and she quivered wildly, feeling her teeth chatter painfully in her mouth.

With Vegeta carrying her, they moved much quicker, and soon they were before the door of the Gravity Room. Shifting her in his arms so that she was being cradled by one, the positioning made their cheeks press together, making Vegeta pause. Gohan could see his eyes widen in alarm, and he backed up his head a notch, their lips truly only a breath away as he barked, "Damned brat. Watch it."

Flushing deeply, she turned her face away, praying that Vegeta only thought it was from her cold state.

He either didn't realize what he had made her do, or didn't care. His free hand opened the door.

Kicking the door shut behind him after coming in, he settled her back onto her feet. Gohan couldn't help but shudder as she slid down his hard frame, her small nipples being rubbed into pebbles. Backing up hurriedly a few steps, she watched as he combed his hand through his hair, and tried to squeeze out the excess water. Grumbling in annoyance when that didn't seem to work, Vegeta shook his head, spraying her with the dampness. His hair didn't cooperate - standing up on end, but in wet, limp, and disorderly clumps - yet it was no longer a threat to block his face, so he didn't appear to mind while he walked over to the middle of the room, pressing in some commands to the controls.

No wonder I was coming to find him ... she awed, pulling his trench coat up to cover more of her neck and cheeks, He's so unruly and ... hard ... Gohan wanted to slap herself for that thought and the mental image which came with it, teasing her aching body. However, in a way, she was glad that his training clothes weren't made to ebb the imagination.

He glanced back at her, hesitant, "... You never answered my question."

"What?"

"Why were you out there? And wearing something as revealing as that ... that wet rag."

Her voice quieted, "Oh ... I couldn't sleep, so I thought I would have a little flight, and a walk." Only half true, a voice popped up, if I tell him the other half, maybe he'll want to help me. The voice was stamped down upon.

Vegeta stared a little longer at her before - without looking - he pressed a button, and behind her something clanged loudly startling her enough to turn around. A deadbolt had settled over the door, locking it.

A cold chill ran rampant through her shivering frame, and she slowly faced him.

"Have you been training?" Asked Vegeta, and she heard the soft beeps as he pressed a few more buttons.

The gravity in the room shifted, and she hissed as it soon became apparent that she could only just barely stand. I knew I felt a little weaker than before, but I never thought it was this bad ...

Vegeta cocked his head to the side, and a vicious little smirk formed. Another button was pushed, and Gohan saw as the number on the panel increased to eight hundred. Crying out, Gohan was brought down to crumple - face against the metal floor. She strained even to speak, "Ve ... Ve ..."

His hand grabbed the hair on the back of her head, and yanked up, bringing her face-to-face with him, "Yes, that's right. Vegeta. Scream 'Vegeta.'"

"Ve ... geta ..." she tried to continue, but he laughed, and the next thing she knew was that his tongue was very hot, and wet, and in her mouth, searing any words she had to say to him.

The Saiyajin male laughed again when he broke the kiss, ending it with a sharp bite to her top lip. "Good girl," his voice consumed her. A quick pivot had him straddling just under her shoulders before he turned her over.

She whimpered as he pulled off his belt.

His hand stroked her cheek, still with that smirk adorning his lips, "Don't worry, we'll do some easy warm-ups." It grew into a full-blown lewd grin, and he set the belt on top of her arms after settling them above her head. His belt weighed her down further, and she groaned in frustration. "You'll do just fine. Just hold still."

When she attempted to struggle under the gravity again, his eyes - though already black - became darker.

From MediaMiner:

malimillions: -_- Unfortunately, one of my favorite characters, Burori, will be a no show in this because my idea for that particular scene would have been too traumatizing for what I had in mind ... ^^ not that I don't enjoy traumatizing or even mauling characters that I love. But anyway, Gohan is ... weeny and dorky enough, so she wouldn't need the idea that I had involved for Burori. If you wanted some Burori though, you could go read my other fic (^^;; femme Gokuu this time), but they haven't reached Burori in their exploits quite yet. ^-^ They most certainly will though - in two senses of it! - so take a gander at that: Dragonball Infinity ... my, what a shitty title, but I couldn't think of anything else. Also, Burori has a more prominent role in another idea for a story which is a sort of prequel for my DBI fic. Thank you for reviewing!

From AdultFanFiction:

Evil Saint: Wow. Thank you for your review, and I'm glad that you liked my writing style - though a 'thank you' would be pointless seeing as you likely won't ever read it again. And a Gohan/Bra fan? ^_~ We can always try to change that. Myehehe ...

So anyway, um ... I hope that you enjoyed this little part, the lemon's up in the next chapter, but not before Vegeta ... well, you'll have to read the next chapter, won't you?

^^ The next chapter is about halfway done with anyway, so you don't have to wait long. The reason that this is out instead of clumping it all together is that writing big long chapters is now reserved for my YYH fic, A Losing Battle. So yeah, give me love, and you'll see the lemon.

Also, can someone please help with a name for chick Gohan's Saiyajin transformation? The one I've come up with sounds a bit lame in my head.

Ja mata!