Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Silver Lining ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )

"Dad. Dad. Hey, Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad!"

"What!?" Vegeta snapped, and thankfully that awful sound stopped.

The five year old boy's face beamed brightly, "Can Goten come over? We won't bug you like last time."

Last time ... Vegeta grunted at the thought, "Go ahead, you little monster." Trunks shot out the door, and Vegeta leaned out into the hallway on the doorway, "Remember! Don't bother me!"

Muttering to himself about the consequences of 'last time,' Vegeta thought up a harder training schedule for the boy in the space of two seconds, and then went back to drying himself after shutting the bathroom door. How'd he get in again?

This time he was beset by the elements upon exiting the bathroom. Bulma grinned mischievously up at him, and poked his chest, "Hey there, handsome. Mind helping me with something?"

"... If this has something to do with the lab again, no."

She pouted, crossing her arms, "Oh, come on, Vegeta, I didn't mean to turn your hand blue."

He scowled what he thought was his fiercest one, but Bulma just smiled prettier, and so it lessened, "Let me get dressed, woman. I'm naked here."

Bulma just laughed, "No need to be shy about it, Vegeta!"

Two months, he noted as he passed the calendar in his room - one with some ridiculous pictures about some even more moronic cartoon that his son had given him one Christmas, saying that he would learn with Vegeta about the human way to tell time - She'll be coming soon. Vegeta paused briefly to look about at the state of his room, and then smirked. Everything looked just fine. The only thing that it needed was the girl on his bed.

He went downstairs to the lab, and sighed, holding out his arms for whatever it was that she wanted him to lift around.

Talking as they worked, Bulma would point out things that Vegeta needed to move around. She chose an odd subject in Vegeta's opinion, "Chichi says that Gohan and Goten are doing pretty good. She thinks that Gohan's getting nervous though. The end of the year is coming up, and not only that, but there's a dance going on that all of them are required to attend. What a stupid thing to do. Those teachers can't force poor Gohan to have a good time with all those kids. You know how shy she can be." Shy? Oh, no, she's going to come over soon to fuck my brains out. Not shy. "Chichi says that Gohan hasn't made any friends at all. I know how those middle school kids are though - I bet that even though they're required to go, they're off asking other kids to be their dates. Poor Gohan will be all alone tonight." Tonight? She might be in heat tonight. "I bet she'll be the prettiest girl there though. Chichi told me all about that gorgeous little piece she got for the dance." Little, huh ... "I'm going to ask her to take some pictures of her for me. I'd like to see her. Well, anyway ... oh! Thanks, Vegeta!"

Letting her peck his cheek, Vegeta headed out the door, I need to keep an eye on her energy tonight

Gohan twisted the skirt of her dress, biting the inside of her cheek since she was unable to bite her lip without ruining her lipstick. There was positively nothing for her to do there, and she didn't really belong anyway. Not when she could feel the slow crawl of her blood begin to rush. She glanced up at the clock. Perhaps no one would care if she left early, and then hurried back for the awards ceremony?

A quickie, her urges informed her, a quickie with Vegeta would do miracles.

Another side of her - namely logic - sputtered indignantly, A quickie with that man would be degrading and might last well into the night!

Why had the last part of that sounded so appealing?

Sighing, Gohan went to the bathroom, ignoring the other girls in it as she inspected herself in the mirror - only pretending that she needed to adjust her dress because there was nothing else for her to do. It was a scarlet which her skin seemed to want to match. The dress left her back completely bare, but the sleeves were long each sporting a little ring which she wore on her middle fingers, the back of her hands covered with the red cloth. Her mother had yet again somehow tamed her Saiyajin hair, and it flowed down her back in glittering black curls.

They were mostly all laughing amongst themselves, "Did you see the way he was looking at me? I think he wants to dance with me, but the silly thing can't get enough courage to do it."

"I just saw the hottest man out there. I think he's some college guy," the girl swooned.

"Wow, Gohan-chan," another girl said. "You look great when you're not behind some books."

She smiled faintly, "Thank you. You look nice too."

Again, she looked up at the clock in the bathroom. Well, that wasted a good five minutes for me. Maybe I'll just stay in here until the ceremonies.

"Do you know what she said to him last night? The bitch went and-"

"-she was crying so hard. I-"

"-couldn't believe him! I mean, I thought that everything was going just fine! I just couldn't believe he would-"

"-kiss me. He just looks so yummy. You know that a man that good looking is a-"

"-whore, and I'll never forgive her even if I never ever see-"

"-Tobisawa-san! He insulted that college guy's hair, and I swear that Tobisawa-san flew across the room!"

Gohan's eyes widened, and looked at the girls that had just ran in. Tobisawa Akiho was one of the football players - a huge mammoth of a boy. No one should've been able to knock a boy like that down unless it was one of the Z-senshi, but the only one young enough to look like a college ... guy ...

"Tobisawa's friends are going to pick a fight with him."

"Really? That's too bad. He was really hot."

"Huh!? Son-chan! Watch it!"

Gohan had just pushed through the girls to get out of the bathroom. If Vegeta made a scene here, how would he explain to Bulma why he was arrested at her school!?

Luckily, Vegeta wasn't far from the bathroom and Tobisawa's friends were on the other side of the room. She missed a step when his eyes latched onto her three feet out of the bathroom. He was dressed up ... nicely. His hair seemed a tad tamer than usual, sweeping up regally, and his black heady gaze combed over every line of her body while hers did about the same. The man suited up superbly in the jeans of the darkest blue, wide black belt, and big combat boots. His thin sweater was a blue only a bit lighter than his pants.

The Prince of all Saiyajin smirked at her, and crooked his finger to her. Stiffening, Gohan walked over to him with even, clipped steps, and then stopped directly in front of him, her hands on her hips as she glared up at him.

"What is it with you and the colors, black and blue?"

The smirk grew, "Why? Don't I look good in it, Gohan?"

She swallowed nothing, "You do ... look very good in it, but I don't think that the boy you hit would."

He chuckled deeply, and she restrained her shiver just barely, "He deserved it. What's with you and red?" The abrupt change of the subject startled her, and Vegeta didn't wait for her answer, dragging a fingertip up and down her shoulder, "You're much too innocent to be decked out in the color of blood. Though you do look ravishing."

Another dry swallow, "Vegeta-san, don't start any fights here; it'd be a very, very bad idea."

Glancing over at the friends of the boy he made fly earlier, he smirked, "I won't be the one starting fights here."

"Well, don't accept any either!" She turned his face back to look at hers.

"If you insist," he took her wrist, and she gasped when he gently laid his lips on her pulse. "More importantly, may I have this dance?"

Flushing deeply, Gohan saw a teacher begin walking toward them from out of the corner of her eyes, "Just do me a favor, and don't hump me or something worse in the middle of the dance."

Laughing, his hand switched to take her hand, pulling her gently toward him.

"Excuse me, sir," the teacher tapped on his shoulder, and Vegeta faced him by turning his whole body, taking Gohan against him with him, and raising his eyebrows in a question of why the man was badgering him. "The students all keep informing me that you were the one that hurt one of our students out in the parking lot."

He gave a mock sound of indignation, "Just because it's dark outside, the kids have to point their fingers at someone they've never seen before?"

"Well-"

"If you think that I should leave so I don't disrupt the students anymore than I likely have, I'll go if you so ask," he moved as if to do so - about to take Gohan with him, what with the way that he tightened his hold around her waist.

"Oh, no. I didn't mean to offend, sir. Ah ... where'd did you come from anyway?"

"Oh," Vegeta ... smiled!? Gohan's eyes took up most of her face as Vegeta went on obliviously, "I attend the University of West City. I'm also an apprentice under the tutelage of one of the scientists of the Capsule Corporation."

The teacher's face lit up, "It's such an honor that you come here. How do you know Son Gohan?"

"Gohan's family personally knows the Briefs family; I met her through them," he said smoothly. "We've become very good friends. In fact, I've been helping her with her homework in some instances."

"Why are you here then?"

"She said that she would be all alone tonight, so I took the next flight over here."

Afterwards, when the teacher was long gone, and Vegeta gently tugged her onto the dance floor, Gohan stared up at him, "I didn't tell you that I was lonely."

"Bulma said you would be." He took a swift glimpse of the teacher, and smirked, "I want to fuck you in his office. Where is it?"

Smacking his shoulder, but not enough to hurt, she lowered her face and voice as a blush spread, she said sharply, "Vegeta, shut up! Someone might hear your big mouth."

Chuckling, he dipped her deeply, grinning widely over her sudden discomfort, and his own voice grew husky, "Let them."

He didn't say anything else though, and she just blushed, dancing slowly with him.

Soon though, she mumbled, "Vegeta ... I was wondering ..."

"Hmm?"

She glanced up at him, and noted his content look, eyes closed, "About Bulma ..."

Cracking one eye open, he grunted softly, "What about her?"

"Don't you sort of ... have a relationship with her?"

"I fuck her, if that's what you mean."

"No," she shook her head hard. "Don't you care about her at all? You must have if you had a baby with her."

"... There are such things as mistakes, Gohan. Trunks isn't what I would really call a mistake, but he was near to - it wasn't my intention to beget him at any rate. As for Bulma, I suppose that I do care about her, but it seems more like the care for someone that sired such a strong brat. Not that drivel you see on your television set or read in those washed-out books. I fuck her whenever we have the urge." He paused, and then opened his eyes, looking at her, "And that's my family life for you."

"Oh ..." Her heart tore inside of her chest upon hearing his disenchanted words. That wasn't the way a family should have been for someone like Vegeta - especially him.

After the ceremony was over, Gohan was most notably in heat. If clinging to Vegeta's arm wasn't bad enough, her breasts were right up against his hard arm, and her tongue rasped over his collarbone - in their dark corner of the room no one could properly see them and their activities. Vegeta let her, his hard-on screaming behind its subdued state while he waited for the hallway on the other side of the wall he was against to empty.

She finally made a verbal protest, "Vegeta, please. I don't think keep this up."

After a well placed hot mouth, he thanked whatever gods existed out there that the hallway was empty as he dragged her out into it, slamming the young girl against the wall, and devouring her mouth. She slung her arms around him, pulling his larger frame over to rub herself against it - half shy, but smelling deeply of lust.

He chuckled huskily at her sweet, immature attempts, "Your heat isn't as bad as last time, but you just didn't get enough of me then, did you?" While she shook her head, he tilted her chin up, "But I feel much more in control this time around - fucking you did wonders for this deprived man. That means that I'll be able to enjoy feeling you, and remember every little sound coming from your throat."

Shuddering when he scratched his fingernails up her bare back, she began to pant softly. His hands then rested on her shoulders, squeezing them gently as he leaned her up towards him.

He said, "So, I was wondering where that teacher's office was ..."

She was quick to point the way, and then was kissed deeply for her aid.

Finally, his mind sighed, and Vegeta watched her relaxing on the desk she had just been dropped on. As if the thought that she would be properly rammed didn't suit her, Gohan's mouth had been attached to his neck and shoulder almost the entire time to her teacher's office - not that he was complaining, but it did get distracting, and he didn't really want to take care of her in that Janitor's closet anyway; ... Maybe some other time.

Her hands reached up to him in a beggar's act, and he complied by laying over her, and pressing her down harder against the wooden desk - being careful not to break it. I need to make sure that she has her fill this time. Harming her was unacceptable.

Pressing his lips to hers, his tongue then passed them, Vegeta let his hands wander her lithe limbs, and was satisfied that she was enjoying herself when her legs embraced his hips. With one hand he pulled up her dress to her waist to give himself more room to operate. Sighing sweetly, the girl's inexperienced hands tried to dig small crescents into his back with her nails, and her hips thrust wantonly to his.

Vegeta laughed as she tried to strip away his sweater, and he took her wrists all into one hand, "Calm down, little one."

Untangling himself from her legs, he half listened to her, "No, don't leave me like this."

He smirked, and went to seat himself in the teacher's comfy chair, leaning back - her soft, black eyes watching him the entire time. "Then get over here."

Her cheeks flamed red, and she got to her feet before coming to stand in front of him. Eyes alighted with something near to delight, Vegeta grinned, his fangs prominent, "Now ... turn around." Confusion marred her face, but she did as he ordered, glancing timidly back at him, "No, keep your face turned too."

Before she did so, Vegeta saw the look of worry etched on her, and felt his smirk enlarge with certain other parts. Taking the back end of her dress, he pulled it up over her enticing rear, and took a sharp intake of breath. He snapped her thong, and then heard her gasp after, "Vegeta! Don't!"

"Been thinking of me much?" He tugged at the strap again before releasing it, and chuckling at her next gasp.

"Vegeta, stop that!" She spun around to grab his wrist, but Vegeta used the momentum to spin her back against the desk, face first.

Holding down her hands to the desk, he murmured into her ear, "Do you remember what I told you? You have to do everything I say - and you even gave me permission. You're my slave, remember?" The girl moaned, and he pressed her upper body flat against the desk, following the string of the white thong down to her center, "So tell me why you're wearing this."

"I ... I wanted you to see me in it - like this - so I could make you happy."

He felt her smooth cheeks, "Well, I'm most certainly pleased."

Sitting back down, he rolled closer to her, and breathed in her aroma before nipping at her right cheek. She jumped slightly, and, stroking up and down her thighs in a soothing manner, his tongue flicked out to lap at where he had lightly bitten her. Slowly reaching around, Vegeta spread apart her fine legs, burying his face into her stimulated sex, and hooked his finger under the string to pull it aside.

Moaning, Gohan pressed herself closer to him. His reaction was to chastely kiss over her clean-shaven nether lips, and then separated them with the tip of his tongue, delving it within her folds. A whimper filled his ears, causing his lips to upturn before sweeping his tongue tenderly over her entrance, tasting her juices which were abundant from her heat producing them. Gods, she's so wet, I could just slide right in, his abs tightened appreciatively as a response.

As he felt her pulse pound hard against his tongue, he slipped it down to her clitoris, sucking the small organ in and out of his mouth after grasping her hips. Gohan's hips jolted hard, and she screamed his name outright, a surge of power settling over him at the sound.

Vegeta reveled in her taste and throbbing sex. Her cry became louder when he thrust a finger into her gradually, feeling out her soaked insides carefully. She still felt like a smooth, tight virgin to him until - whereupon his digit entered her completely - he found no hymen. He felt a twinge of regret before forgetting it, and sucked harder, groaning when his name came to her lips.

"Vegeta," Gohan begged, "please, just - just do it. I want you so bad."

He pulled back to glance up at her, espying her trembling breath, and flushed tone. He shook his head, "You're not aroused enough."

"Not-!?" She sputtered indignantly, "Not aroused en-!? Ah!"

And thus, Vegeta recommenced his ministrations, clenching her hips tighter - and with both hands while his tongue abused her opening with gentle teases. Never quite entering, yet he did not pull back, and he could practically hear her mind cursing and worshiping his being all at once.

Realizing that her knees were quaking, he spread her legs a bit wider to help brace her, and then thrust his tongue into her to unsteady her again - which he did too well as she then collapsed onto the desk in her entirety, sobbing to him. The Saiyajin Prince extracted his tongue, and licked his lips of her essence.

She whispered, "Don't leave me like this, please."

"Patience," he groaned, unzipping and undoing the button of his pants before releasing his cock. "Sit down, Gohan." Obviously curious, she looked back at him, her cheeks paling softly after seeing him. He gazed back at her steadily, and took something from out of his pocket, showing her the small condom package. Smirking when she chewed her lip, Vegeta opened the condom wrapped, and slowly put the condom on. "What are you waiting for now? This isn't enough of an invitation?"

Rolling his chair even closer, he made her widened the gap between her legs even more so that she could sit down - her back against his chest. The head of his cock poked into her after a terse jump of his hips, and she cried out softly while he took her waist, sliding her excrutiatingly and slowly down. Graceless, Gohan tried thrusting her hips onto him, her whole body forming into an arch as she gasped.

He enfolded his arms about her - his chin just above her head - and kissed the top of her head, gyrating his hips against hers, knowing that he'd have to climax soon. It wouldn't do to orgasm without her accompanying him. Afterall, he reminded himself, this is mostly for her. Taking action, Vegeta's hands moved from her hips to grasp the back of her thighs, and easily lifted her up on his length. Vegeta quivered slightly at the passion induced moan of hers, and then pulled her back to stuff in. The tiny thing would writhe and hiss his name, causing him to slam her hips instead.

From the near-to virgin girl's cunt clamping onto him irregularly in her climax, and to the outcry ripping out of her, the Saiyajin Prince couldn't take anymore. Before letting himself be claimed by his rapturous orgasm, he tilted her head back, and took her mouth as his.

Yay! Orgasms!

And I desperately need some sleep. I think that I got some rings or something under my eyes. Stupid daylights savings. Still not used to it. And my Spring Break directly after it didn't help much. ^^;;; And the fact that I stayed up till about 3 in the morning every day - which, of course, was caused by Spring Break - doesn't apply.

I think that this next chapter won't have a lemon ... just thinking about it ...

Ja mata!