Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Silver Lining ❯ Chapter Seven ( Chapter 7 )

Relaxing back against the chair, Gohan let the brush stroke through her unruly hair. Her butt against the ground with Eresa's legs on either side of her from her position up on the chair. Videl was standing behind the chair, brushing Eresa's hair in turn, and Gohan could feel her eyes boring into the back of her head through the black hair.

It was a nice, little ruse, but, at least, Gohan knew it to be one. Mr. Satan's daughter had suspected her to be the Great Saiyagirl, and Gohan, being new to keeping to her disguise, had accidently let it all out.

She had been forced into promising to attend the Tenkaichi Budoukai, and teaching the girl how to fly - along with her little brother, Goten - and the training was going well, but she really wanted Videl to finish with her flight training. Since Gohan was so out of practice, she wanted to get in as much of her own training as possible. Being so far behind in strength from Vegeta and her father ... and then there was Goten and Trunks too!

Those two had surprised her so much. Super Saiyajin already?

If she wasn't careful, she'd have to answer to all of those muscleheads.

However ... Gohan repressed a groan, Videl's doing this on purpose to me, I know it! Okay, so maybe she really is just curious about me, and wants to be friends ... but I have to get back to training or I might not get a spot in the top five winners. Mom'll get so disappointed if I don't help her bring in some money ... She sweatdropped, But with Goten and Dad fighting, my dad would definitely win some money, and maybe Mom wouldn't care so much if I happened to get fourth place or something.

Eresa snorted behind her, "Gohan, what's your hair made of anyway? It already broke two brushes."

"Huh?" Perking to attention, Gohan looked back at her, "Did I break another one?"

"Not yet," she said.

Gohan saw Videl's eyes narrow, and she felt her back itch when she turned away, "Why is your hair so tough?"

"Well ... I guess thick hair just runs in the family. You should see my brother - Goten's hair isn't even funny. My dad's hair's the same, and so's mine." Genes! Blame it on genes ...

"Wow," Eresa started, "I bet your mom had a hell of a time with styling it."

She muttered as she remembered the pigtails that Chichi had forced them into for Namek, "Oh, she had her ways ... I think she used super glue at one point."

Eresa laughed, "You're kidding! That's too much."

"You haven't met my mom," Gohan grinned. "She's tough ... but then she'd have to be if she married my dad." My dad the space alien!

"I guess not."

The sour stomach suddenly became more sour - Gohan had thought that it had been because of the thought of those ridiculous pigtails, but then she began to theorize that it was actually dinner calling for a visit.

"Um ... Videl, where's the bathroom?" Gohan looked up past Eresa at her.

Frowning softly, she asked, "Why?"

"What's with you, Videl? The girl's got to pee here."

From Eresa's chastice, she gave in, "Down the hallway, third door on your right."

"Thanks!" Gohan almost leapt to her feet as she headed down the hallway to search. Finding the door, she opened it, went inside, and bowed to the toilet before taking deep breaths. She wanted to puke - she felt like puking, but she wasn't. The demi Saiyajin was on the edge of doing this however. Feeling her stomach churning, but Gohan was unsure of how she was going to dispel it all into the porcelain bowl before her. After all, she had never forced herself to vomit, and it was a little bit daunting.

... If I need to puke, my body'll do it on its own ... yeah ... never mind the fact that I don't remember ever puking except for vomiting blood ...

Frowning softly, Gohan slowly sat up after a moment, and thought that through. Just because she had never vomited a meal before didn't mean that she couldn't. She knew that it was hard for a Saiyajin to catch a cold or the flu, but surely they could vomit when an offending object was found in their gut ... right?

Great, she thought, rising to lean her back against the wall, next time I get to see Vegeta, the first thing out of my mouth'll be: 'Can Saiyajin puke?' I bet he'll laugh so hard, he won't touch me. Or at the very least, he'll be weirded out ...

"What's wrong with you?"

Gohan screamed, leaping away from who had spoken, her head reeling when she saw that it was Vegeta, "Wha - what are you doing here?"

"Gohan-chan!" Eresa said, and she could feel her tiny energy signal going quickly down the hallway toward her, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she said, pushing Vegeta into the empty shower stall just in case, and shutting the startled man inside. "I just slipped a bit, but I'm fine, thanks."

"Oh ... okay then," the girl's energy went farther away, back next to Videl's.

Gohan spun on Vegeta, opening the shower curtain to whisper fiercely, "What the hell are you doing here, Vegeta?"

He grimaced, stepping out of the shower, and straightened his shirt as if he was just manhandled - or womanhandled as the case was in truth - muttering, "I deign to pay my lover a cordial visit, and I'm deposited into the nearest cleaning facility. I take it that I reek?"

Lover ...? Gohan tried to make her blush look as if she was angry instead of abashed, "Don't try to do anything here, Vegeta ... please?"

Chuckling, he ducked his head to press his lips to the top of her head.

And that's all he did - not answering to her at all! "Vegeta, promise me you won't do anything. I know it's near to when I go into heat, but not here." Still there was no answer, and he leaned against the wall of the bathroom with an incorrigible smirk planted over his lips. Huffing in annoyance, she poked at his chest, "Be good, Vegeta."

Gohan pecked his lips before heading out of the bathroom, and going back to join with Eresa and Videl.

She flushed darkly when Vegeta pulled her over - still grinning that damned grin of his, a fang ready to poke out - and she huffed a little indignantly, "You can stop trying to be cute, you know." Because it's working just fine ...

He touched her cheek, "Look how red you are."

Squirming uneasily as the prince kept pulling her along through the dark, cold hallway, Gohan kept looking everywhere. The walls were white - it was all that she could really remember about the place when she turned her head just a little bit. The walls were white, and the doors were a dark stain on the walls. They looked black in the dark, but they were truly brown.

"Come on," he said, "we're almost there."

Her face was red mostly due to the excitement caused by sneaking away from the sleeping girls in Videl's room - and she was unable to stop thinking about the near to painful ache within herself which needed Vegeta. Gohan licked her dry lips just as Vegeta glanced back at her, and he smirked wider. He pulled her closer again. Whispered into her ear, "You'll be a good girl for your prince, yes?"

"Yes," she breathed, and closed her eyes, feeling his hot breath warm her neck in the cold halls. Gohan shivered.

Vegeta pushed the door open slowly, and entered while he squeezed her hand. Picking her up, and setting her on the desk, he went back to shut and lock the door. He chuckled, "I know I'm a pedophile for doing this, but now I feel even more like one."

"I'm not that much of a child," she said.

He sat down to lean back in the chair, smirking, "Most definitely not ..."

Gohan poked at his hard stomach with her bare toe, "I'm seventeen now. I think that I can make my own decisions." Holding her ankle, he kept that grin in place, making her pout, and lean forward to poke his cheek, "I mean it."

"All right then," he chuckled. "Time for you to make a decision then." Grabbing her wrist next, Vegeta flipped her onto her stomach, pressing her down, and standing to press his barely covered erection to her rear. "How will you please your prince?"

The blush had come the moment her breasts had smacked against the desk - the action bringing a stinging sensation to stiffen her nipples. She couldn't help but squirm, and she heard Vegeta's breath hitch for a moment from her movements. He pressed against her harder, humping her ass, and she stammered out, "Like thi - this ..."

"Mm, what a wise decision ..." He flipped her again, pressing the full length of his body against her front, and she could feel the hard muscles of this man radiate supreme control over every vestige of herself. "But a little selfish, don't you think?"

"I'm sorry," she said, almost ready to be crushed against the desk even though it would break long before she would feel any harm if he were to decide to break her. "What do you want instead?"

He smirked, "Ah ... much better. You need to be on your knees for this one." Vegeta sunk back into his chair in a graceful motion, and Gohan's chest heaved erratically as she watched him before sliding onto the floor in front of him, knees hitting the floor.

When she looked up at him, she stiffened in realization of what exactly he wished for her to do, "Ah ... um ..."

"... Do you not want to?"

"No!" She said quickly, and then shook her head. "I mean yes - I mean ... I want to try, Vegeta, really."

Relaxing back into the chair, Vegeta's smirk returned as he looked down on her, "Perfect."

As always, that word made Gohan bite her tongue to cease the shiver she knew would come. Lifting her eyes to gaze upon his, she moved to kneel in front of him, spreading his knees and legs to be right where she needed to be. His large hand then shot out to stroke her long hair tenderly before his fingers looped into her hair at her scalp, slowly bringing her head - and her mouth - closer to his crotch.

Her stomach decided to turn then, and she wasn't entirely sure if it was the thought of getting his cock into her mouth. Was she nervous? Gohan was known to show bouts anxiety, but she really did want to please Vegeta in this way - those little, secret fantasies she had after and during studying told her thus. So why was she feeling so ill suddenly?

"What is it?" He asked, and she looked up at him, starting to blush.

"Nothing, nothing, I just ..." her stomach lurched, and she paled when she felt the bile rise. Not in his lap! Not in his lap! He'd never touch me if I do!

The bile subsided, but she was certain it had nothing to do with will power or any such thing. Something in her body was just not letting Gohan expell whatever was making her feel so ill.

"Gohan? What's wrong?" She heard the hesitation in his voice, laced with barely there disappointment, "You don't have to, you know."

"I want to ... but" - she felt that she said the next part rather lamely, and as if it were an excuse not to please him - "I don't really feel good ..."

"... You were feeling just fine before though."

"I know," she sighed, unsure if keeping her eyes from his face would make it look more pathetic - a.k.a. lie-material - or not. "I wasn't feeling good earlier though. Remember finding me bowing to the toilet?"

"Oddest Earth custom I've seen so far - what about it?"

She smiled slightly before telling him, "I think I was trying to puke."

He didn't say anything for a while before asking, "You mean, you were going to empty your stomach?"

"Yeah, I wanted to anyway."

"Huh," Vegeta murmured, and then tugged her up to place her on his lap, "I didn't know you could do that - you seemed to have a Saiyajin-like body in all other ways."

"So ... Saiyajin don't vomit." When he nodded in assent, she asked, "Why's that?"

Shrugging, he said, "Tough stomach. You could swallow that rat poison shit, and you'd probably be kicking the next day. Wouldn't reccommend it though. Nasty stuff."

"... You've eaten rat poison before?"

"Bulma didn't believe me." Gohan laughed. Chuckling, Vegeta kissed her cheek. "So you're ill, but since you don't have the vomit reflex that humans do, you can't do anything about it."

Still amused at the thought of Vegeta proving Bulma wrong by ... by eating rat poison, she giggled out, draped over his chest as she rubbed small circles into it, "I guess so ... Hmm ... do you think that Dende would be able to heal my sickness?"

"I don't see why not. Though he might be curious as to why you're bugging him about a silly cold or flu."

"Well ..." she began to blush, "since the only thing wrong with me seems to be me trying to puke, I could say that it's ... getting in my way when I'm trying to do the things I want to do."

Vegeta smirked wickedly, "Mm ... why don't you contact me when you get better then." Words rumbling like gravel were whispered into her ear, "All I've been able to think about clearly for the past two months is getting under your skin ... after shredding every last particle of thread from your delicious body."

She bit her bottom lip as her cheeks flamed, "I'll do it as soon as I can."

"Gohan."

The Saiyajin girl stopped short, looking down from her vantage point in the air at Piccolo, and she smiled warmly, waving to him, "Hi, Piccolo-san!"

"It's been a while since I've seen you last ... You must've grown a lot by now."

She laughed lightly, shaking her head, "No, I'm still about the same midget size."

Smirking, he shook his own head, "I meant your power."

Brightening, she exclaimed, "Yeah, Mom let me out of school to train for the tournament coming up, but ... I'm actually kind of sick right now, so I thought I'd ask Dende to help me out. Or maybe to go see Korin," she scratched the back of her neck nervously as she recalled the reason that she really wanted to go visit the unearthly beings.

"For a cold?" He raised a brow at her in confusion.

"I know it sounds weird," she said, "but I can't concentrate. I feel like I need to puke, but since I'm Saiyajin, and apparently Saiyajin can't vomit, my stomach just lurches a lot. It's been happening for the past week. I thought I'd wait out this flu or whatever, but it just won't go away."

"I see, that does sound troublesome ... I suppose that Vegeta informed you that Saiyajin don't vomit."

"Uh ... well, yeah, who else would?"

"So is he the father?"

She frowned, "The father? ..." Gohan paled before she fainted.

Mwaha ... yeah, yeah, yeah, it's been a long time, I missed you too.

From AdultFanFiction:

maccam: Well, it's not soon ... but I updated. XP Thanks for the review!

Shippo-chan: Mmm ... I was hoping to avoid Japanese in this story. It's a bit too serious for it. But at least someone's trying to give me an idea for what to call it ... even though I kind of already thought calling it Gin Onna. Maybe Super Girl? ... XP No. Bad.

vegetapr69: ^^ Chichi has absolutely no idea what Gohan does at night.

DBZSweetheart: Will do so!

Katana: ^^ Better late than never, hun.

Jessi: You know ... I was never so big on the whole 'Oooh, mates!' issue. But anyway ... ^^ why should I tell you? That'd take all the fun out of reading the story for yourself!

Ja mata!