Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Videl and Gohan's Little Problem ❯ Suffering ( Chapter 1 )

Author's Note: Hey everyone! Just posting another one of my stories...this one is about Gohan and Videl, and how they haven't had sex in a long, long time. Lol, enjoy....

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Chapter One: Suffering

Dende, how can he just sit there and stare at that computer all day long? He used to sit there and stare at me all day long....

She watched her husband's back both longingly and hatefully. Sometimes she just wanted to take her fingers and wrap them around his neck and strangle him...and other times she wanted to wrap her arms around him and kiss him long and hard. But it just wasn't like that anymore.

It seemed like Gohan had lost interest in her soon after he had gotten his job. By then she had just gotten pregnant with Pan, and she had thought then that he had believed her ugly because of how big her stomach had been, but she knew that wasn't the reason. He used to tell her how beautiful she was, even when she was giving birth to their daughter. Now anything remotely beautiful in their household was the food she cooked. She nearly snarled.

"Wow, Videl, this looks beautiful! I can't believe you cook just as good as my mom, if not better!"

She wanted to gag. It was all food now. He used to only think about her, talk about her, daydream about her. Anything that had to do with her. He used to do everything for her, although she would argue with him that she had two legs and that she could do it herself. But no, he had to do it for her. She had felt like a queen...like something precious with the way he had treated her.

Now it was, "Hey, Videl...can you go get my coffee?" Or "Videl...can you go check on Pan? I'm really busy right now."

He was never too busy before. He would drop whatever he was doing and get whatever she needed before he finished what he had been doing. He had waited on her hand and foot. Well, maybe that was the problem. He had gotten sick of it. On the other hand, maybe he was just too busy...or maybe just not interested enough to care anymore.

She started playing with the soft silk material that she was clothed in. She would try to entice him in every way possible...but it didn't seem to work anymore. She would accidentally run into him and he would bump into her, or she would do what she was doing right now...wearing the skimpiest thing she had ever dared to even look at. Before she had even gone so far as to make sure she was wearing a white shirt and no bra and bump into him while he had had a drink in his hands, and it spilled all over her front. He had frowned as if he was annoyed, and then said a quick sorry before he went to go get something to clean the mess up with. She had been tempted to ask him to help her clean up the front of her shirt, but with the way he had looked at her, with that annoyed expression, she hadn't been able to do anything but run away in tears.

She wanted to give up. It was so hard when she craved a physical relationship with him and he didn't even give her a goodnight kiss anymore. She felt undesirable, ugly, unwanted. Unloved. She wanted to run from her problems, but she knew that wouldn't work. She had to take them head-on, even if it was the hardest thing to do.

But wasn't that what she was doing right now? Wasn't she trying her hardest, wasn't she giving it her all? Maybe she was...maybe she wasn't. If she was...then she wouldn't be having this problem with Gohan right now. Or maybe it was just so bad that...he couldn't even bring himself to look at her anymore.

She blinked back a sudden onrush of tears. She was not even that old...she was in her early thirties for Dende's sakes. She might look older and more mature, with a little more "curve" to her body than she used to have because of Pan, but that didn't make her that hideous, did it? She shook her head to herself as she glared at the back of his head. He didn't look a day past twenty-five...and would look the same for years on end. His dad was over fifty, damn it, and he still looked like he was just getting out of college. She wanted to cry. Maybe marrying Gohan had been a mistake just like her father had said it would be. She could still hear exactly what he had said the day he had found out they were going to be married.

"Videl, you are going to regret the day you marry him, I promise you. He can't love you like any other boy can. He will ignore you because he has 'better' things to do, like fight and make sure he is the strongest. He's probably going to forget about you. Just you watch...just you watch...."

Oh Dende, daddy, if you only knew how right you were right now, she thought sadly, turning away from Gohan and climbing under the light blankets on their large bed. She remembered with a small pathetic smile how Gohan had suggested all those years ago that they get a twin-size bed so they would nearly have to sleep on top of each other.

She felt tears leak out of the corners of her eyes as she cried herself to sleep, dreaming of what it used to be like.

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Author's Note: Well, poor Videl. It gets better, believe me...mwahahahahaha.....