Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Why Us? :The CampOut ❯ No More! ( Chapter 14 )

Disclaimer: I do not, nor ever will own Dragon Ball Z, or any of it's characters. Jen and Christine are based on the author of this FanFic and her best friend.

And so, ties were made, problems solved, wounds mended, emotional and physical, new romances started, and old ones rekindled. All happening without the knowledge of two young half Saiyan's, who's eyes opened to find glass before them, and two sleeping parents, held in each others arms. Carefully, they crawled from the Regen tanks, trunks looking rather disgustedly at his sleeping mother and father, in such a loving pose. Goten wasn't as thrilled either as they advanced up the steps to the living room, finding his parents in a similar manner.

"So I guess they did find us and put us in the tanks," Trunks muttered as they crept past ChiChi and Goku, neither stirring as t was late night, the stars lighting the outside. Goten nodded, rubbing at his wet hair with towels found near Bulma and Vegeta. They both had grabbed their clothes and towels before rushing away from such mushy scenes, only to find yet another. "Goten! Check out your Bro! Go Gohan!" Trunks whispered, eyes wide as he pointed out to the porch. Goten did as told and looked, regretting it immediately.

"Oh man! Trunkkkksss! Why'd you tell me to look?!" Goten hissed, covering his eyes with his hands. "I don't want to see Gohan and Jen making out! It's as bad as seeing Mom and Dad cuddle!" Indeed, Gohan and Jen were in the middle of something… The female of the couple had her arms encircling his neck, while Gohan leaned into the crook of her neck, kissing lovingly before both grinned blissfully.

"They aren't the only one's getting action!" Trunks whispered, already moving to a different window and standing on tiptoes while pointing out the window. Timidly, Goten followed, almost afraid to look. "Go Krillen," Trunks muttered. Goten nodded.

"Go Christine," he added wisely and both kids nodded before shaking their heads and moving on, away from the sight of the two fighters, lips together, Krillen just lightly cupping her cheeks while blushing furiously himself. A small grin pulled at the corners of both their lips, so much that the pulled away, touching their foreheads together, laughing shyly, the two boys unseen and unheard by anyone in the house.

Next Day

Ah, blissful morning, happy, restful, a late time to sleep in and relax. From the previously hectic day or lost boys, injured family members, panicking friends and hysterical mothers, it was a welcome silence to lay staring blankly at the ceiling. No worries. Everything was fine now. The camp out was over. The boys were healed, and all of the couples had spent a rather intimate night together. Jen grinned and giggled at that, remembering Gohan simply lavishing her in kisses, holding her tightly and sighing as if it were all he had ever wanted in the world. She could have melted! Now, she cuddled her head into her pillow… Pillow? Hadn't she fallen asleep at the Capsule Corp.? But, opening her eyes, she was greeted with her own room. She blinked and suddenly, she pulled back her covers, squeaked and covered herself again, panic rising in her chest.

Another check and she looked behind her hurriedly, horrified. Yes, she was correct in what she had seen and felt. A muscled arm, draped over her side and holding her back against a male body. A Saiyan male body. Gohan's male body! WHAT HAD HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?! Unable to contain it anymore, she shrieked into her hand, to keep the rest of the house from hearing. Gohan was woke though. His eyes flashed open and he stared at her, then at the bed, which they both, rather snuggling, shared. He cried out too, madly scrambling and falling out of said bed.

"JEN!?"

"GOHAN?! What happened?!"

"I don't know! Did we…?!" he asked quickly, leaving the sentence blank as they both stared and then went pale. They both knew what was the question. You don't usually end up in each others bed just for an unknown reason! They couldn't believe it. They didn't even remember getting into bed together let alone doing anything while there! Jen covered her face with her hands, shaking visibly. It wasn't the fact that, well, they wouldn't have wanted to do this some time in the future… It was the fact that they had no recollection of it!

"Oh Gohan…how could we have done that?! I mean…HEY! LOOK!" she cried suddenly and pointed to him. Gohan looked down at himself and blinked.

"What?" he asked dumbly. Jen waved her arms around and then pointed to herself, plucking at her training clothes before Gohan clicked in. "CLOTHES! We're still dressed! We probably wouldn't have gotten dressed again if we had…you know…"

"Done what Gohan?" Goku asked evilly from the doorway, leaning against the wall casually. Both teens looked at him and went from white to red in an instant. Goku laughed hysterically at this, nearly falling over while pointing his finger at them, tears in his eyes. "Oh geez! You should see your faces!! Oh but seriously, don't worry hehehe. I Instant Transmission-ed all of us home, except for Goten. Bulma said he should stay a bit longer and I'm gonna go pick him up now. Don't worry, I did the same to Krillen and Christine, since it was gonna be pretty hard to separate either of you two pairs. I had to put you in one bed," he explained, a knowing and wise tone in his voice as he looked between son and adopted daughter, both watching the ground as if guilty. Goku laughed again while walking down the hall to go pick up his younger son, talking as he went. "I wonder how Krillen is gonna react when he sees where I put him!"

Christine, was first to wake up though, yawning and stretching her arms out before her, then out to her sides where they suddenly collided with something that made a loud "ow!" sound. She yawned again, rolling over on her bed and snuggled deeper into the comforters, closing her eyes again after muttering a soft "Oh…sorry Krillen." She stopped. Opened her eyes and stared into just as wide eyes. "KRILLEN?"

"Uh…oh…" he muttered slowly and did the first logical thing, unlike Jen and Gohan, lifting up the sheets. "CLOTHES< I have clothes on! Nothing happened! If we got drunk and did something, we'd be too drunk to get back into clothes again!" he cried, waving his hands back and forth in front of himself, to ward her off in case her mood became volatile. Christine stared blankly before seeing the sense in his words and nodding, looking at her own clothes, the same from the camp out, then back at him, just to make sure for herself.

"Well…weren't we at Capsule Corp?" she asked lightly, puzzling over the odd mystery of their transportation from across town and to her own pad, and then placed into the same bed together. Hmm… Her eyes flicked to the door, where a block of bright orange caught her eye. A Post-it note. Poking her …bed companion, she pointed. "Go get it for me." She commanded. Krillen sat cross legged, hugging the blankets with a mumble and pout.

"Your bed is really comfy, you know that?"

"OUT!"

"Fine…" he muttered, upset to be pushed out of bed so early, even if it wasn't his bed. He scrambled as fast as possible to the door, seized the brightly colored note and ran back to the warm covers instead of cold morning floor. The instant he pole-vaulted onto the mattress, he slipped his feet under the blankets with a happy smirk. She smacked him with a pillow and took the note, squinting her eyes onto it.

"What sort of chicken scratch is this?!" she cried, giving him back the piece of paper as he laughed.

"That would be an uneducated Goku's form of writing. I can read it a bit. It's like another language. `I I-T-ed you back. You just slept together. You didn't sleep together. G.S.' Huh?" Krillen recited, narrowing his eyes on the scribbles of writing. It must have made sense to Goku in some way… "I think he use Instant Transmission… That's the only way I can explain it."

"Hmm…that's fine with me. What do we do now… Wanna take a nap?"

"Sure."

YES! He was back in the game! WHOO! Oh, Vegeta felt like a man reborn! Grinning ear to ear, his wife asleep on his chest, a recent night of intimate activity under his belt. DAMN life didn't bite anymore. It kicked ass! Oh, what those three words could do! He vowed to use them more often if they gave these sorts of results. Bulma could hardly keep her hands off of him, it was almost scary. A most freaky change. Were all human females this way? He wondered this over, but thinking of Kakarrot doing such a thing, oh, he shuddered violently. He couldn't think of that at such a joyful times as getting his life back in order. In fact, the center of his universe shifted and yawned slowly, finally opening her eyes and looking up at him in a groggy way.

"Why good morning, finally, my Onna," he said gently, kissing her enticingly, still craving more of her. Sure, it had only been two days without her, barely even that, since they started the argument. It wasn't the fact he couldn't go that long without sex. It was the fact that he wouldn't have been able to get any even if he wanted to! She grinned and rolled her eyes at him.

"Oh stop sucking up to me Vegeta…" she muttered, but kissed him back again, tracing her fingers down his jaw. He almost giggled like a child in his mind. Oh, he knew where this was leading! Pulling her closer, he wrapped his arms about her form, protectively, possessively and lovingly, all at once. The grip of a Saiyan Prince who had found his queen. Fingers trailing up and down her back under the blankets that still covered them, Vegeta let his eyes close, savoring the taste of his wife's lips and overall scent, the feel of her skin, everything! Kami, he loved loving her, he had to admit it! But then, the unthinkable…

DING DONG!

Both flashed open their eyes and looked at each other, Bulma apologetically and Vegeta menacingly. His grip tightened on her. She tried to push away. He snarled and crushed her against him even more. Frowning, Bulma propped her elbow on his chest like it were a table, setting her chin in her palm.

"I have to get the door Vegeta…Let me go." As if on cue, the doorbell sounded again from the front, and Vegeta glared to the door of their room, as if to ward off any trespassers. Too late. The door was then hit harshly in several knocks and that voice; the voice that plagued him everyday rang out. So cheerful, so foolish, to Vegeta, sounding like nails dragging so slowly on a chalkboard. It drove him insane and gave him the instant urge to strangle that throat mercilessly.

"Vegeta?! Bulma? Anybody home? I'm here for Goten!" Vegeta groaned slowly, closing his eyes. Goku. Why did it have to be him… Why? Such a perfect day ruined!

"I'll handle this," he said suddenly, easing his wife off of him before marching resolutely to the door. Bulma stared and scrambled after, pleading for him not to blow anything up or injure anyone, or something else about being nice, blah, blah, blah. He didn't listen as he marched to the door, flung it wide open and took in a deep breath before shouting harshly.

"Kakarrot! Take you kid and leave! I'm trying to score up here!" he bellowed down from the top flight of stairs, Goku popping his head in through the door and smiling, give his rival a thumbs up with a foolish chuckle. Another reaction to the same proclamation of what Vegeta said came from down the hall, as two, previously wounded boys rushed from a room, screaming.

"DAD!! Oh gross! Goten, I'm coming to your house before my parents start getting it on!"
"Damn straight you'll leave… Kakarrot, take them both!"

"Thanks Vegeta! See ya and have fun! Don't sprain anything! Hey boys, how are ya? What do you guys think of doing another camp out next weekend! Won't that be fun?"

"NOOO!!!!"

It's over! Hope You enjoyed it! If you haven't already, R&R please and thank you. TATA for now!

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