Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Silver Lining ❯ Chapter Five ( Chapter 5 )

Wait? Her eyes widened impossibly large.

Would she really have to wait for the next time that she was in heat? Her entire form seemed to object to the idea - offended that Gohan would deny it pleasure from this seductive man. Yet, she was practically a grown woman! She could handle herself without Vegeta and his stupid, little - Okay, maybe not so little, more like large ... huge ... oh, Dende ... - penis!

Mind groaning in complaint that she was doing nothing, Gohan sat up a bit, peering over Vegeta who shut his eyes, and leaned back into thin air.

Physical ... aspects aside, what is it about him that would make me sit up and bark? ... Well, he's a major asshole, so no ... he's arrogant ... a callous, insufferable, fickle, unreasonable ego on legs!

"They are fine without me. Better without me ..."

But he's also so lonely ... she thought, her hands smoothing up his chest - over his shirt - and massaged his chest and pectorals.

"-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."

Vegeta ... she stroked his cheek, and, startled, his eyes snapped open. Tenderly she kissed his brow. An egotistical prick that just wants to be loved ... have a family ...

"... Gohan?"

She kissed him. Hard, and full on the lips so that he moaned, returning it with as much fervor as she gave.

Taking a hold of his shoulders, Gohan grinded her center against his to elicit another low moan into her mouth, and bit his lip lightly as she rubbed harder. Feeling her clitoris stir up at the rough feeling of the cloth of her panties shifting from her moving hips, she whimpered softly, quickening her movements.

Other than his lips against hers, Vegeta didn't move - didn't so much as budge as her hips rubbed wantonly against his rock-hard cock. His chest vibrated with his moans though, but Gohan wanted his strong hands on her. Shifting in his lap, she broke the kiss to pull off her shirt, and then planted her lips back onto his smirking ones as she worked to rid herself of her shoes, pants and panties, tossing all of her clothes to the floor but for her bra and socks.

Vegeta, all the while, just smirked up at her, his head still resting back onto his arms, the two of them in mid-air, and Gohan's skin flushed with excitement as he stared at her nearly naked body and at the thought that it was there in the air that they would join.

The black hair which had fallen into her face was brushed back to nestle over her shoulders. His eyes widened a fraction then, and she saw one of his arms twitch before it stilled.

She was a superb little vixen with all of her jet black hair pooled over her shoulders in rich wild waves. Gohan was certainly growing to be more lovely as time passed. Yet, it was also certain that her beauty was her own - the shape of her face too smooth and refined to belong to that harpy of a mother, and her lips much too full. A darker natural color, but the contrast of her skin to her lips and hair was marvelous - a creamy milk color with hardly a mar upon her.

His eyes followed a faint scar on her left arm, and suddenly recognized it for the wound he had initiated in the Cell Games. Enraged with the death of his future son, Vegeta had blindly attacked Cell upon his return, only to be slapped aside like a ragdoll, but Gohan had come to his aide before he had been blasted into dust, resulting in her injury.

Did she ever think about it as much as he did?

His recent losses were his obsession - critically analyzing every last detail until it was engrained into his memory, and he had a newer, better response for each mistake. Yet, when he looked at her, he didn't sense the same criticizing eyes. Just those smooth black orbs which radiated warmth whenever their lines of sight crossed.

Sweet and superb - giving him those adoring gazes which sent shocks through his spine, and having him beg for more.

Why did he feel so strange around her?

She was so very young compared to him - Young? I'm thrice her age! - and he wondered why she wasn't running away from a pedophile like himself, silently asking her why. Yet, of course, she didn't hear him, and kissed him again, her shining black hair falling down in waves to conceal her chaste kiss to his lips from others' views. Vegeta ... almost felt too happy.

Vegeta finally came to the conclusion that Gohan would never judge him. He was so encredibly pleased with the thought.

Happy ... am I truly happy? Maybe it's a dream. Will I wake up in Freeza's ship? Or maybe even beside Bulma in her bed ... If this is a dream, I never want to wake up again. Gohan, you've made me happy. Thank you for that. No matter how brief this happiness might be for me ... but, gods, how I want it to last.

Sighing softly, Gohan drew her hair back behind her ear, and then licked along his jawline, happily listening to his breath quicken further.

I've never ... I always thought that he'd be the one touching me, but this is nice too. I like tasting him.

She kissed him again, harder than the last, and she reached down to the hem of his training pants. His back arched slightly, and she pulled the hem down to release his straining member. She gazed down at it, watching its vein throb. Letting a hand wrap around it, she felt Vegeta's girth, flushing darker when he hissed in pleasure, and Gohan squeezed the shaft. For some reason, it felt even larger in her hand than ... elsewhere. Not that she wouldn't want it in herself again with his breath at her ear, and telling her how much he loved fucking her.

"Please, Vegeta," she whispered. Gohan touched his cheek, and he grabbed her wrist, "I want you."

His mouth dropped open as his eyes blinked in shock ... that was before his rather large smirk, "I thought that I was going to have to take you - with or without an answer."

The change to her face was dramatic with the brightness of the red hue, and her voice became tiny, "I wanted ... to ..."

Both of his eyebrows rose in interest. "Wanted to ...?" He gently insisted for more tidbits.

Someone knocked on the door of the Gravity Room, "Dad!? Can I come in and train too?"

Vegeta snapped, annoyed, "No! Gohan and I are busy!"

"But I don't feel any-"

"We were going to start training in here, boy! I suggest you go train somewhere else!" He grasped her hips, reminding her just what kind of training they were about to start.

"All right!" The voice began to slowly fade as the boy walked away, "Fine! I'll just go bug Goten."

Vegeta grumbled in annoyance, turned to Gohan, and her palm stung slightly as she slapped him.

"I can't believe you did that, Vegeta!"

"What!?"

Her voice dropped to a soft hush, "What you just did to Trunks ... I really want you, Vegeta, but how could you do this to your family? You didn't even try!"

He hissed, grabbed her wrists in either hands - tight enough to make her cringe - but that was where he stopped, suddenly going shock still. "Why ...?" Closing his eyes, he snorted, thoroughly annoyed, and he pulled up his pants, "I can't believe it. Fine, have it your way."

Gohan blinked, "Vegeta-san, are you really going to try this time?"

Dead, he thought in amazement, I feel dead. For once, I thought that someone actually cared ... wasn't going to judge me ... that stupid bitch. First, Bulma thinks to give me lectures, and psycoanalize me, and now her! Why can't all this shit just all be done and over with? I've just become so tired of it all ...

"Sure," he intoned, "I'll try." Vegeta straightened into a vertical position, and Gohan slid slightly down his lap before she floated back a few feet from him, erecting herself. "I'll try like Bulma didn't ... like you didn't."

She tried to manipulate me ... put words in my mouth that were never there in the first place.

Her eyes widened, and she said breathlessly, "Wha-?"

You won't do the same to me, Gohan. I may be the wounded, but I sure as hell am not going to lose!

"Get out."

How could I have ever thought that she might matter to me!? She's a whore! Just like that scheming blue-haired wench. Neither of them will ever take over me. Fists clenching tightly, he snarled when she didn't move, "Get out before I crush you."

"But ..." her voice still dared to beg for him, yanking at strings within him which he desperately tried to sever.

"What's wrong now? Worried that I might not fuck you when you're in heat again?" When she hugged herself, and backed down slowly, he sneered, "No need to do that, little slut. I'll come fuck you when you need me." Oh, gods, how I needed you ...

Gohan tore through Capsule Corp.

She was not at her usual break-neck speed, but she didn't truly think that she was stable enough to do so.

Tears overflowing, Gohan kept wiping them away only to be replaced by more, tipping over the corners of her eyes to trickle down her cheeks in rivers. A hand on her shoulder startled her so badly that she ripped away from the touch, and stared at the owner of the hand.

Bulma gasped, and then cooed gently, wiping her tears, "Oh, Gohan-chan, it's all right. I know how much of an asshole he can be."

"No," she cracked, but Bulma went on.

The older woman soothed, "I know, sweetheart. You don't need to hide it from me." Gohan's heart leapt into her throat only to slowly settle back down when she went on, "Vegeta just has a way with words. Whatever he said to you probably only has some half-truths, or he's downright lying to your face."

She hiccuped as shame swelled, He had been looking at me so tenderly just moments before ... I just wanted to help him with his family, and then he distracted me so well ...... Oh, Dende, look at me. I am a little slut now. No wonder Vegeta pushed me away. I'm so dirty now. He's had his fill of me, and I'm trash to throw away. And I was so sure ... so certain that I saw something in him back then ...

"... Gohan-chan," Bulma said, stroking her black hair, "please don't think any less of him. He's had it pretty hard here. I know that it seems like he's got everything under control" - "I don't have to hold back with you." - "but he's really just totally ... he's a mess, Gohan-chan. Trunks and I ... we're not what he expected. I'm sure he loves Trunks" - "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." - "and I guess that he loves me in his own way" - "-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. - "but I honestly don't believe that he's very happy. Vegeta needs" - "-you need me ... like I need you." - "all the help he can get. Don't take what he said to heart. He's one of my best friends, and I love him dearly. I'd hate to see him lose anything else."

"I'll try like Bulma didn't ... like you didn't."

It's all my fault ... I was pressuring him so much on a matter that ... he did try, didn't he? He must have! Somehow ... in his own way ... tried to make his family work out ... but I just rubbed it all into his face. I blamed him for the state of their family, but it was never his fault at all! I hurt him ...

Gohan couldn't stop crying.

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Twinnie: ^^ Aw, arigatou gozaimashita! Nice to know that I'm doing well in DBZ as well as YYH. I was afraid that it might not be DBZ enough or something.

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And blah! There it is. Seems kind of messy now, but I don't care.

... I was looking back at some of the earlier chapters a bit, and I don't really remember writing even half of it. Is that fucking odd or what? Oh well. I just kind of wanted to get something out.

^-^ Apologies shall be in the next chapter. *nods decisively*

And then ... slumber parties with Videl and Erasa! ^^;; I found out that girl's name finally.

So, yeah ...

Ja mata!