Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Silver Lining ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

He crawled back - down the length of her body - to sit astride her hips, and both of his broad, warm hands slipped up under her shirt, encompassing her petite, lower torso totally. The heat trailing slowly up her clammy form coaxed out her soft sighs, and Vegeta's eyes zeroed in on her face. He tried to remember why it felt so unusual for touching her, and for a fleeting moment it was teal hair which was fanned out over the metal floor and bordering her face.

This isn't Bulma, Vegeta smirked, and his psyche laughed aloud with him.

"I don't have to hold back with you," Gohan's face gaped at him in astonishment as if she hadn't quite understood what he was preparing, and only then just got it, but he knew this wasn't so. Possibly she hadn't expected him to even make a reference to the blue-haired harpy. With a chuckle, Vegeta's hands went up higher, watching her sigh and shift, "You won't break like Bulma." She winced, and from the strain of the gravity she could only struggle helplessly. "Don't take this the wrong way, Gohan. You're not some kind of relief for me. The woman has been grating on my last nerves for years; I only stay for the boy," he caught himself before his voice could become softer. "I can lose myself in you" - leaning forward, Vegeta nipped at her bottom lip - "and all I ask of you is to hold on tight."

She moaned heartily into his mouth when it descended onto hers. Finally, he felt her bra, and wasn't able to wait longer, taking into his hands her young breasts to listen for her next throaty moan which was hungrily swallowed by him. Vegeta found out delightedly that her bra opened in the front, and he lifted her shirt to bunch it up under her chin, unclasping her front, and letting them loose.

"Nice," he breathed.

"Vegeta ... this ... is ... not ..." her teeth were gritting from the effort to talk.

"Right? Well, not according to your human laws, but my sense of smell is telling me that you need me ... like I need you."

"You said ... had ... con ... trol ..."

Obsidian eyes cleared slightly, "What?"

"Heard ... you ... Picco ..."

She had heard him? And Piccolo? When? What was she-?

Oh, shit.

Vegeta jerked back, holding his head while rubbing his suddenly aching temples. "Gohan, what ...?" Her scent had already infiltrated the entire room. The bitch was in a massive, quivering phase of her heat, and it smelled as if she was painfully aroused; by seeing her little, pink nipples, Vegeta was also certain that despite being more mature, he had none of the control he had boasted about.

That fool trusted me so much that he believed that I would watch over her, and now I'm practically forcing myself onto her! ... I will do it too unless I do something to stop myself. Yet, Gohan was so young, and fresh - sweetly innocent looking with her chest bared to him, and the smell of her brought his gut into convulsions, begging of him to implant the fertile womb. All was ready for him to claim her. Son Gohan's age did not matter to his raging instincts.

"Computer ..." he grunted, and the Gravity Room switched to voice command, "Shut down."

The genderless voice intoned, "Shutting down."

The woman - no, she's just a girl - barely a girl - just a girl - scrambled onto her feet, trying to pull her bra together after the gravity was lowered enough to allow her to do so.

Her shaking voice broke through the tense silence, "Vegeta, it's my fault, not-"

"Run."

"What?"

"Run, you insipid dolt!"

He felt his body react before she - or his mind - could, slamming her back to the hard floor. She was able to respond this time though, so in the next instant, she twisted out from under his grasp, and ran for the door. His skin stung without her contact, Vegeta realized, and, threateningly, the room about him swirled except for her reatreating self. Breathing caused his lungs to burn, and all throughout his esophagus was arising vomit. His very core was attuned to Gohan and her movements. With her moving farther and farther away, he perceived that he was cracking directly in two - the primal urges of Vegeta were winning over him.

Why am I letting her get away? Raw emotions seeped in through his pores, overpowering his clarity, She needs a cock in that cunt!

Gohan sobbed, falling against a tree in exhaustion. The rain had stopped falling while they had been in the Gravity Room.

I'm sorry, Vegeta, she screamed in her head. I let this happen to you. I'm so sorry! I should have stayed in bed! Jolting in shock, Gohan spun around at the sound of a purely primordial howl which tore through the air. It had come from where she was running from, Vegeta ... oh, Dende.

"Run," Vegeta had told her, so she did just that. Capsule Corp. was close enough to the edge of the city that she had near to no obstacles, and those she had were easily sidestepped in order to avoid. His advice to escape had her blood pounding in her chest, effectively worsening her present condition, and somewhere behind her, the prince's energy danced like an untamed beast, flaring and snarling its fangs as he started his pursuit.

In leaps and bounds, Gohan at last arrived in the nearby mountains - those which happened to be farther on westward, and away from her home. She thought while she kept running, This is pathetic. I'm just some animal in heat now. How awfully disgusting of me ... Why couldn't I have been born barren? Or better yet! A normal human girl!

Cold, wet, and desolated, she landed in a puddle of mud on her knees, and cradled her face in her hands, feeling Vegeta's energy fast approach.

He had Bulma to make love to, but it seemed he would rather fuck something that would give him purer offspring.

Her eyes widened in horror, Kids! I can't have kids right now! I'm just in middle school! Mom would butcher me! The nicest thing she would do for me is hand back my arms!

"-you need me ... like I need you."

How could you say that with a straight face, Vegeta!? She hiccuped, and sat back on her behind in the mud - the truth was that there was mud everywhere - hugging her knees to her chest. Gohan cried, but she unhappily kept wiping away her tears. Unhappy with her situation, and unhappy with the tears. I need to be strong, but it's not the strength I lost since the Cell Games that I need. Hunching over herself, her body suffered through her odd aches, wishing them all away hopelessly, and her jaw tightened, Vegeta, I would really love it if you'd just turn around right now. Her black eyes looked up into his after he stepped before her, Please?

His lips were warm, and she welcomed them against her cold face, her breath coming in short-lived gasps across his skin.

As ashamed of herself for what she was, as wrong as the whole ordeal felt, as right as he felt pressed against her, and no matter how wide the gap between their ages, Gohan was also freezing, the tips of her fingers were blue, and since she was unable to fight back against him, she opted to let nature take its course.

"-you need me ... like I need you."

Gohan trembled, and hated her logic.

Vegeta grabbed her shoulders, and then tugged hard, tearing off the offending cloth which laid there with absolutely no effort. Lips ghosting down her slim throat, Gohan arched back to give him more room to work, her stomach tying in knots as his smooth palms rubbed up to her bra - and then it was gone too.

The knot persisted within her, and she was pulled into his lap to straddle it. Gohan felt something hard grind under her skirt and against her thigh, and she shuddered - in apprehension and excitement. This was what her body had been wanting for the past year. Completion ... with this man ... Vegeta, the arrogant Prince of Saiyajin.

Fast becoming hot while his tongue lavished her pulsing neck, Gohan clung to him, making a small sound in the back of her throat when his bulge made contact with her center. He ceased his tongue, and gazed up at her before smirking, kneading against her sex. Tentative fingers stroked into his hair, and his eyes drifted shut with a soft moan of approval, grinding harder. Something must have gone very right for her because then a small spot between her legs ignited gently. The heat increased as Vegeta kissed her lips, nibbling at her tongue, and Gohan return the gesture, causing a growl in the recesses of his chest.

She found herself forcefully shoved onto her back with her legs splayed wide for him to hump her on either sides of their clothes. Vegeta buried his face into the crook of her neck, chewing and suckling lightly at her sensitive skin, and Gohan squirmed atop the mud as she was flushing a deep vermillion and gasping for breath. Reciprocating, the demi Saiyajin found that she was, in reality, relishing the attention from the prince.

I have to enjoy this, she thought, thrusting her hips back; he'll never do this to me again.

Her skirt was pressed up, and Gohan yelped softly when he shredded apart her panties. It left no other boundaries between them other than his rough jeans which she rubbed her center against, only to moan loudly from the friction and electricity which overswept her veins.

Abruptly, Vegeta broke his mouth from traveling down to her awaiting and wanting breasts, and snarled his impatience just seconds before he had his pants off.

Gaping silently, Gohan whimpered as she watched him guide the tip of his member to her entrance. Watched him wetten his cockhead with her juices which were still slowly flowing from her.

The man never gave her any warning except when his hips pulled back.

Vegeta impaled her with one thrust, and she was not even able to scream from the break. He was already pumping into her sheathe - he couldn't seem to wait for her any more.

Cursing the existance of virginity and of knowing Vegeta, Gohan bore through it with a grimace, gazing up at the man's face as he thrust within her.

His face did not look as bad as hers, barely flushed, but sweat was rolling down his forehead, and then dripped off the edge of his nose. Gohan took a deep breath, and sighed with want at his fragrance of musk, sex, and sweat. She took ahold of his shoulders, trying to steady herself as his heady aroma saturated her being.

"Vegeta," she moaned, and she felt her loins stir in something other than that numbing pain.

His face reddened more, his eyes engrossed with her small twinges against him as her body finally responded amiably to his penetration. Pressing back her hips again, and pulling apart her legs even further, she appreciativly gasped when he ground into her deeper. Her prince laid flat against her as he thrust her into the mud, her teats brushing against his chiseled chest as he moved, and her lips found his shoulder to scrape her fangs over.

All at once his hips increased the pace, knocking her right out of her steady rhythm with him. On reflex, she enfolded him into her limbs, clutching to him while he pounded into her, and his whole length carved a new shape into her, decidedly claiming this spot as his. Her eyes brimmed over with tears, and for a moment she was in heaven. Blissfully, she called out his name, sobbing as her form quaked against his rapidly rocking one, and Gohan was truly powerless to try directing what her body was experiencing.

Dimly, merely seconds after the first wave of her climax hit her full force, she heard his voice in her ear, "Absolutely perfect."

She screamed, and didn't stop until her intense and enthralling orgasm ebbed away into light spasms of her lower region. Ecstacy filled her in the form of his seed just a moment after her - he slammed into her hard one last time, and the most sated expression passed over his face which was next laid in her breasts as his mouth let out a low groan.

Drawing a shaky gasp of air, Gohan cradled his head there, closing her eyes to let slumber claim her as well.

Vegeta shifted where he laid, frowning when he realized how cold and wet he was ... and was that dirt?

His eyes bolted open, and he sat up straight. When did I-?

Swallowing spit, he covered his paling face.

A quick glance showed that Gohan was no where in sight, but there were tracks in the mud and ground leading away from him, and not too far from him were the remainders of her shirt, panties, and bra. Vegeta scowled at his bare hands.

After all of that effort to get her away from me ... she had been waiting for me like some ... He sighed hard, and got to his feet, pulling his pants on. She was acting just like a bitch in heat would though. She's not the one to blame right now ... as easy as that would be, he ran dirty fingers through his hair to comb it slightly, and then began following her footprints, shoving his hands into his pockets. His reason tried to calm him, She's young and inexperienced. I should have been in more control - or had some form of control instead of just luring her into my Gravity Room to rape her! ... Oh, gods, I raped her.

Vegeta halted before going into the clearing with the little river running through it. Through the sparce trees, he could see Gohan in the river staring at the water's surface blankly, and scrubbing herself with her bare hands.

Suddenly, she blushed, and turned her back on him, "Hey ... good morning."

He felt like a complete moron when all he had to say back was about the same thing, but then she smiled slightly over her shoulder at him. It was a shy smile, but not one of a lovesick dolt - shy and unsure as to whether anything would ever be the same after such an event. So he gave her that reassurance, and smirked a bit for her. It was all he had to offer her.

"So I've been in heat this whole time?" She asked a bit hoarsely, turning her eyes and face back around, away from him.

For a moment, Vegeta stayed quiet, and took the question in the same way before he murmured, "If that's the way you would like to term it, then yes." He could stand the questions - he had done her worse that last night, so he would endure whatever she had for his punishment.

"If I was in heat, then I could have gotten pregnant, right?"

He winced, Well, shit, she's right. "There ... is the possibility. You might still be young enough that any fertilized eggs won't take well though. Or you could be sterile. I heard that halfbreeds - like that mule thing here on Earth - can't reproduce." Gohan had stiffened so quickly at first that he hadn't been entirely sure of just why that was. "What!? Did you want to carry my child?"

"I always thought it'd be nice to have a baby some day. I don't want to be sterile, Vegeta-san."

Sighing for what seemed like the thousandth time that very day, Vegeta stepped into the clearing, and went to sit on a boulder beside the river. After a moment, he stripped off his shirt, "Here."

She accepted the wifebeater, cleaning it of the mud, and squeezing the water out of it to dry it as much as possible, and Vegeta looked away when she asked for him to. When she gave the okay, she was wearing the clingy cloth, her arms crossed protectively over her breasts.

Gohan stepped out of the water, and sat on the grass beside the river. Vegeta noted in a distant way that it was odd that he had left her skirt intact for her to still wear.

Out of the blue, he asked, "Did I hurt you?"

Her head jerked up, glancing at him before she looked away, her cheeks darkening by the millisecond, "I - it wasn't - you didn't - maybe-"

"Gohan, look at me," he commanded, and she froze, embracing her knees. "Look at me, Gohan." She didn't budge, "I want you to just look at me. I know I can't change what I did, but I-"

"No, you didn't hurt me that much. I think that first times are supposed to hurt though," Vegeta swore under his breath as Gohan let her eyes slowly look up at him. "I ... wanted to thank you, Vegeta-san"

He gaped, "Why?"

"It's better that it was you because I was ready to settle for anyone." Her smile made his chest hurt, "I'm really glad it was you that I woke up beside, and not some stranger. Neither of us had any control over last night, Vegeta-san. I think that we'd go crazy trying to explain ourselves to each other."

"That doesn't excuse what happened."

"No, I guess it doesn't," her head drooped against her knees, "but it's better than blaming and hating each other because I really, truly don't hate you."

"So, I didn't hurt you ... that's good ... I didn't want to do that." Great, now Male Ego rears up its ugly head, and wants to ask if she enjoyed it!

She asked shyly, "Vegeta-san, do you think if it's ... at all possible for us to ... do it again?"

Vegeta did a double-take, "Right now!?"

"No! I meant - I mean - my heats won't be over after ... after just once."

Her eyes, so wide and innocent, caused Vegeta's eyes to glaze over a bit, "If I do, you have to agree to everything I tell you to do." Shut up, you stupid mouth!

"Okay."

Eye about to bulge straight out of his sockets, he stammered, "Good ... that's good."

Such a disarming smile ... "Maybe you can teach me more about my heat cycling too." Gohan leapt to her feet, "If I'm not pregnant, and I get my heat, then I guess that I'll be your slave for however long you want ... as long as I can get to school on time the next day." He nodded numbly as her smile just kept growing, but then it vanished, "Oh, no! School! I have to go!" Hesitating a second, Gohan pressed her lips to his, and breathed, "Bye, Vegeta-sama," before then she too vanished, running before she jumped into the air, and flew east.

Had she sounded a bit too eager? Vegeta tossed the errant thought away as garbage, rising to head back to Capsule Corp.

He had a female Saiyajin to consider while he waited for her to next go into heat.

"Gohan!" Chichi admonished the girl when she arrived home wearing her gym clothes from school. "Where were you this morning? I looked everywhere for you. You're just lucky that when I called the school, they told me you were there, little missy."

A tremulous smile developed, and Gohan lied straight into Chichi's face, "I had something to catch up on at school, so I left early. I'm sorry I forgot to tell you."

Sighing in relief, Chichi then smiled herself, "Oh, Gohan, next time try to remember; you made me worry so much. I thought that you had another fever again last night."

"I did, but ..." she laughed in delight, "I went to take a walk, and burnt up some restless energy. It cleared right up."

"Oh! That's wonderful! I was worrying about why that was happening to you. It's a good thing that it's such an easy sickness to get rid of." Sighing in huge relief, Chichi patted her shoulder, and gently pushed her in the direction of her room, "Why don't you go start on your homework, and I'll prepare a nice, big dinner for you and Goten."

Gohan obliged her mother, and headed for her room. All the while, she couldn't tear her mind off of the fact that she had just had sex Vegeta, that she had lied right to her mother's face, and that she was suddenly preparing to betray Bulma.

Why do I feel so great?

Um ... this is a first.

I've never made two updates in one day. Okay, so it was last night past twelve when I last updated, but it's still well within twenty-four hours of each other! Something's wrong with me.

Ja mata!