By Trynia Merin
Beta read by Sarah Slutz,
whom I owe a big thank you to!
Notes: this was a side plot originally in an AU story,
but it worked so well for a cannon fiction, that I’m writing this for a pairing
I have recently come to like. Videl and Gohan are 18 in this story, and it is set after the Majin
Buu saga. They are both seniors at
Dinner
passed by with a minimum of damage to everything except the food. Videl chipped in to help with the vast amounts of dishes being shuffled back and forth. Fortunately, Trunks had brought some capsulated goods to
contribute to the meal so it wasn't such a hit to the Son family finances. Goku's fishing often supplemented the vast needs for food
because a family with three Saiyans and a guest
equated black hole. Chichi shanghaied Goten and
Trunks into doing the dishes till she remembered they often
smashed them. Goku did his best not to break anything when he offered his
services. Chichi forced him to dry while she washed.
After dinner
was done, Trunks and Goten clustered around the video
game console, a Capsuletron 4000, one of the top of
the line game systems. Goku teamed up with them
and tried to keep from smashing the controller with his overeager fingers.
Fortunately, they were designed especially for
strong Saiyan hands, made of reinforced plastic.
"It's
late, why don't you stay over?" Chichi suggested. "We've just put in
a guest room downstairs."
"Well
I'm sure we won't need it, but thanks, I'll keep it in mind," Videl had said. Goku's next whoop
broke the tension nearby in the living room.
"You
and Gohan better get to
studying then," Chichi winked.
"Mom, is it okay if we study upstairs in mine and Goten's room?" asked Gohan.
"Goten's going to sleep on the floor in the living room with
Trunks, so I don't see why not," Chichi said. "But
no funny stuff! You two had better keep to the books!"
"I
promise mom! It's not LIKE that!" Gohan waved
his hands.
"Kissy kissy,
ooh!" Trunks and Goten teased. Even half Saiyans
had a strong sense of hearing, being able to eavesdrop
over the loud bleeps and chiming of electronic music.
"You'd
better be quiet you two!" Gohan shook his fist
at them.
"Don't
EVEN go there!" Videl chimed in, face pumping
hot with blood as a vein throbbed on her forehead.
"Enough video games!
You two need to finish your homework! One hour on the video game was the
deal!" Chichi tapped her foot.
"All
right Mom," Goten pouted.
"C'mon Goten. The sooner we get your project out of the way the
sooner we can get back to the game," said Trunks. "I'll help you with
the math."
"I'm so
thankful you're helping him out, Trunks. That's a good boy," Chichi patted
his head. Trunks squirmed as Chichi ruffled his hair.
"Aww c'mon Mrs. Son that's embarrassing!" he grumbled.
"Mommy,
do we haveta?"
"Yes
you do, young man!" Chichi warned, glaring at him.
"Goten, you know I'd help you but I'm busy," Gohan said.
"I
bet," Trunks chuckled.
"All
right guys, mind your mom!" Goku interrupted. He unplugged the console to
Trunks and Goten's annoyance. Chichi shot Goku a look
of silent thanks. Lately he had been extra attentive to upholding the rules she
laid down. Unlike in times past, he was backing her up when it came to discipline.
"Thank
you Goku. Now I'm going to prepare the guest room, Videl.
The offer still stands," Chichi nodded. Gohan
and Videl trotted upstairs, eager to separate
themselves from Goten and Trunks' teasing. Luckily, their books were out and they'd spend the next few
hours themselves under Chichi's watchful glare. As
she had with Gohan, she tutored Goten
in his studies. Yet she had been much more relaxed when she discovered Goten's strength lied more in fighting and martial arts
than academics. On the opposite end of the spectrum was Trunks, who easily
soaked up math and science under the tutelage of his mother and grandfather.
Naturally he shared his expertise with Goten. At
first it was to rub it in his friend's face, but since Majin
Buu the two boys had relaxed their rivalry somewhat,
focusing more on building their friendship.
Upstairs in Gohan's room, he piled books on his neat desk. Across from
him was a futon that was folded up often used by Goten. Videl
nervously sat down on the chair he pulled out from the desk while he arranged
the supplies. He pulled up another chair to the side and positioned it next to
his comfortable desk chair now occupied by Videl. She
hadn't seen his room very often, and was struck by how tidy it was in
comparison to her own. Gohan never had seen her room
except for fleeting glances through the window when he'd fly her back in the
middle of the night sometimes. It had become a bit of a game to elude her
overprotective father.
"Now,"
Gohan began, cracking open his text. Videl's eyes wandered all over the various posters and
photos gracing his walls. One side of the room clearly was Goten's,
for it was dominated with cartoon characters and sports heroes. Along the wall Gohan's bed was pressed
against were maps of the night sky and a periodic table of the elements. Even a
poster of some of the most famous scientists from the world looked down upon
the young couple. Swallowing her nervousness Videl
focused on Gohan's neat handwritten notes. She
recopied as he arranged a set of note cards.
"You
make flashcards?" she blinked.
"It's
the best way. Now we can quiz each other," Gohan
suggested. Videl smiled brightly, and they set to work.
As the hours passed Videl shivered
when Gohan would lean over her shoulder to point out
a difficult fact. Or he would tremble slightly at the feel of her body
heat when they pressed close to compare their notes. Tension grew slowly in the
silence, respective hearts pounding during their survey through the human
anatomy.
"Now,
trace a drop of blood from your big toe to your brain," Gohan said.
"Okay,"
Videl started, squeezing her eyes shut.
"Think
of it like a highway and a road map."
Videl rattled off the
major veins and arteries, successfully tracing the imaginary trip through the
heart to the lungs and then up to the head. Gohan
listened, humming his affirmation that her route was correct. At that moment he
found himself staring at the smooth curves of her neck. Concentration wavering,
he mentally slapped himself for such poor focus. They had very little time to
straighten out all the major bodily systems so Videl
could ace her exam. If they finished with high marks it guaranteed them a
placement in a university study program.
Something
had to break, or she couldn't stop the tingling in her toes and other parts of
her body. Gohan's nose twitched slightly and she
crossed and uncrossed her legs nervously. A loud yawn interrupted her as Gohan stretched. "Excuse me! Sorry about that!"
"So
even the genius needs sleep like the rest of us, huh?" Videl
teased him.
"Don't
start that again!" Gohan rolled his eyes at her.
"Or I'm going to have to take action!"
"You or
the Great Saiyaman?" she blinked. A playful
twinkle crept into Gohan's dark eyes, and she knew he
was letting his hair down. Her feet rested on the rungs of his regular chair.
"Ha ha," Gohan laughed. Videl pressed her feet against Gohan's
chair, propelling the chair across the room. Simultaneously Gohan's
chair toppled over and he would have unceremoniously
landed on the floor if not for his fast reflexes. The chair bearing Videl slammed into Gohan's bed
and slipped out from under Videl. Before she could
stop herself her hip crashed against the soft carpet.
"Whoops!"
he gasped.
"Oww!" Videl grumbled. It was a
minor bump to a trained fighter, but she made a mental note never to be so
careless again. Gohan picked himself up off the floor
and moved to her side, his hand extended. She glanced up at his dark eyes
gleaming with concern.
"Are
you okay Videl?" he asked.
"Of
course I am, silly! The only thing damaged is my pride," she laughed up at
him. Still she accepted the large hand he offered. When their fingers touched
she jolted with the excitement which had reached fever pitch. He pulled her up
easily, and then helped reposition her so she sat on his bed.
"You
sure you're all right?" he asked.
"Don't
fuss, Gohan," she urged.
"Well,
I'm just making sure," Gohan innocently
responded. He pulled up the chair and sat down on it, spinning himself so they
sat face to face. His knee brushed hers, and she felt his hand reflexively
moved towards her bruised hip. At the last moment he hesitated.
"What,
do I look like I mind?" Videl blurted out. Gohan turned his face away, displaying that shyness that
drew him to her like a magnet.
"I'm
sorry, I don't want to seem like a pervert," he apologized.
Grasping his
hand Videl sharply spoke, "Oh get over it Gohan! You act as like you've never TOUCHED a girl
before!"
Anger
flashed over his face. "Videl, I'm not that kind
of a guy!"
"I
never said you were, Gohan! But it wouldn't hurt once
in a while if you WERE," Videl argued. His black
vest rose and fell, and Gohan's eyes narrowed to
angular slits under his prominent brows.
"You
mean like Sharpener?" Gohan snapped.
Videl felt her face grow
hot with anger. She yelled, "Dammit Gohan, what's your problem?"
"My problem?" Gohan responded, clearly upset. "What problem? He's a
jerk Videl! I don't know WHY you hang out with
him!"
"I
don't hang out with him! He just happens to tag along when Erasa
and I do our girl things together! Are you jealous or something?"
Awkwardly Gohan spluttered, at a loss for words, his mouth moving but
no sound escaping. After a few seconds his mouth finally formed words,
"Jealous… who me? Why the heck should I be jealous of that creep?"
"You
ARE jealous," Videl suddenly grinned. Her heart
skipped beats, relief spreading over her body that her assumptions were
correct. Judging by how uncomfortably he shifted in his chair at the
accusation, she knew he was attracted to her. More than just
as a friend. Both had skirted around the issue without giving a name to
their relationship, deciding to live in the moment rather than worry about
fate.
"What
if I am, hmm?" Gohan suddenly interrupted. Again
his eyes narrowed, focusing dark pupils that seemed momentarily bottomless. Videl's own eyes widened, caught inextricably in his gaze.
For a moment the shy nerd vanished, replaced by a stern warrior she had
remembered so long ago.
"Gohan," she began, but the next words failed her when
he reached over and drew his chair so their knees touched one another.
His nose
zoomed within inches of hers, so she could feel the hot surges of his breath on
her own cheeks. Rarely did she see this side of him, and it excited her beyond belief.
That warrior nature he abhorred had risen to protect what he considered needed
rescuing, and it was both frightening and heartwarming. Raising his hand he
lightly brushed her cheek, continuing to freeze her with that dark eyed stare.
The thought of her dying because he did not act screamed through his brain and
his every desire was to hold her close and never let her go if he could help
it.
Fortunately
she knew what to say and do. While she had dated other boys before, she had
never come close to wanting to spend more than mere platonic dates with them.
With Gohan that had all changed. She remembered their
first kiss at the world Tournament. It had been Videl
who had moved first, and Gohan had not known what to
think then. From those brief touches grew a warm comfort that spread between
them. Yet only in privacy would Gohan move to a more
intimate kiss beyond a peck to the lips.
The moment
she had long discussed with Erasa suddenly revealed
itself and she seized the second of seriousness. Reaching over she grasped his
shoulders and moved her face towards him. Gohan had
no time to react when he noticed her eyes were shut, but he had no desire to
pull back. Instinct overrode his need for caution, for he too had felt the pull
of his own desires. They had kissed before, but it seemed like forever since
they had a moment to share such an intimate gesture.
Because of
this his hand grasped her cheek firmly when he felt the touch of her lips on
his and Videl's arms sliding around his neck. A split
second later he snared her body in his arms, pulling her in a tight embrace.
Breaths surged between their lips, and Gohan opened
his mouth at the same time Videl's lips parted. Videl's moan disappeared against his lips that turned on
hers and answered the kiss she had initiated. Both of them relaxed with the
familiar ritual, seeking to express in gestures what their words were too timid
to voice.
Videl and Gohan broke their kiss at the same moment, breaths heaving
and arms still clasped around one another. Pressing his forehead to hers Gohan whispered, "Videl, I
don't want you to get hurt. Not when I can protect you."
"I
won't get hurt… not with you around, Gohan. You're
thinking it's your fault something horrible happened to me? It didn't. Because
we're both safe," she whispered.
"But
for how long?" Gohan asked. Energy tingled
through her fingertips squeezing his muscles, and she marveled how they seemed
to increase in size. For a moment he released her and Videl
was disappointed he had lost his nerve. Yet she realized then from the shifting
of the weight on his bed that he was sitting next to her so they were side by
side.
Videl did not wish to
answer in any way except with another hard
kiss. Again her arms found their way around his neck, and she leaned the entire
weight of her body into his. Gohan rather than fall
off the bed, twisted his body so he could swing
himself onto the bed so his legs were no longer touching the floor. He rolled
her over so she was under her for a second, and then flipped so his back hit
the wall and they were on their sides facing one another. Videl
squeezed close to him, reaching around to rub the muscles of his back as he
repositioned his hands around her waist. Their lips danced over one another's,
as their hands quested to know more of the other's angles or curves. A groan
surfaced between Gohan's lips, and Videl answered it with a soft sigh. Her leg slipped in
between his, shifting against his crotch momentarily. He realized her right leg
wrapped around his hip, pulling them so their fronts were flush against one
another.
Frustrated, Videl twisted her hips and flipped Gohan
on top of her. He grunted, breaking their kiss and pressing his hands on either
side of her shoulders for fear of crushing her. Yet she kept a tight hold on him, whispering, "Gohan, it's okay. I like how you feel…"
"Videl," he panted, eyes
darker then what seemed possible with a hunger she had long desired.
"I…"
"Shh," she urged, cutting off his comment with another
smooch. Gohan gave up protesting, realizing she had
given her consent that she wanted far more from him. Impatient with his own
reservations he allowed his desires free reign. Videl
squirmed and he lifted himself off.
"Sorry,"
he gasped.
"No,
this is just in the way," she laughed, and her eyes gleamed with mischief
when she unfastened his vest. Its clasp was poking into her, and he shrugged it
off. Both of them had kicked off their shoes at this point, and he realized she
was reaching around him to tug his shirt out of his pants. Without thinking twice about it, he let her tug it up and
then sat up to let her unbutton it. It landed on the floor next to his vest. He
loved how her fingers danced over his muscles and groaned when she began to
nibble down his neck to his collarbone. He only stopped when Videl grasped his hand and placed it on her breast.
He half
expected her to slap him like Bulma would with anyone touching her. Yet as she
guided his hand he knew it was fine. He knew from talks with his father that he
needed to be careful lest his Saiyan strength cause injury. Though his mother
was a trained fighter sometimes Goku's exhuberations had caused a bruise here and there. The sofa
had collapsed on more than one occasion from their lovemaking, and Gohan knew better then to enter the room when he heard
laughter and Chichi's cries.
After
walking in on his parents in bed together when young, and running out, Goku had
explained to him what was going on. He in his own limited way had fumbled to
describe how 'mom and dad wrestled for fun'. His persistent questions resulted
in Goku's halting explanation, "Mom and I were
wrestling like we did when we made you, Gohan. And
it's what a husband and wife do."
Chichi was
annoyed, but relieved when Goku reassured her he had 'explained the birds and
bees' to him. Gohan
also read about human reproduction in his textbooks, and Chichi explained that
such things were only what married people did. Goku might seem to be childlike
but he did know well where babies came from. Nobody could escape that knowledge
living under Master Roshi's roof.
"You
sure?" he wondered.
"Shut
up and help me with this Gohan," she growled.
Shrugging he shifted so she could cross her arms and shed her T shirt. Again
she guided his hands to her breasts, filling out the contours of a black lacy
bra. Unlike his mother she was smaller, but comparable with Erasa.
It was a bust minimizer, and he remembered seeing her
once changing clothes between their sessions. Often,
she wore a tighter sports bra when working out. Another frenzied second later
and he felt her hands unfastening his belt.
"Videl?" he cautioned, struggling to keep his control
before they both ventured further.
"It's
cutting into me," she rationalized. She made no move to undo his pants, so
he no longer questioned it. Gohan helped her to snake
it out of his belt loops and toss it on the side with the ever increasing pile
of clothing.
Somehow they
made it under the covers, and her miniskirt and his pants lay commingled with
the other garments. He lay in the V of her legs, her breasts squashed against his
hard chest through her bra. Now Gohan nuzzled the
groove between neck and shoulder while she massaged the massive muscles of his
back. Automatically, he grabbed her hand and
placed it on his shoulder, worried she would touch a sensitive spot. He knew they
were rounding the bases to third from second. Fortunately he hadn't worn any
embarrassing underwear, rather having worn boxer briefs that were crisp white
in contrast to the soft pink silk of her high cut panties. They were soft and
warm against his hip.
"I…"
he whispered, half growling it. He had seen the kisses his parents shared, and
he recognized the feeling he shared, for Videl matched it.
"I need
you, Gohan," she whispered. "Please…"
"Videl, I need you too, but are you
sure?"
She could
only nod, her eyes and body giving him her answer.
Something he thought he never would use quickly came out of his wallet of all
places, and he hoped she wouldn't get the wrong idea. Krillin
and Yamcha had slipped it to him after Majin Buu's defeat as a gag gift
he thought.
Later, Gohan lay half atop her,
panting and kissing her neck. Videl was rubbing his
scalp. He was aware of two thoughts: first that they would be in trouble if
Chichi and Goku walked in, secondly, that he would have to thank Krillin for his thoughtfulness. From the way Videl was beaming up at him he knew she had enjoyed it as
much as he had.
"Gohan, you feel so warm," she whispered.
"Videl… that was so…" he stammered.
"Wow!"
"So
incredibly awesome, and way better then I imagined it
would be," Videl answered for him, kissing his
ear. He wondered why he felt hot tears in his eyes and felt a soft sob choking
his throat.
"I
guess we did it," was all he could say, but Videl's
chuckle reassured him that she didn't mind whatever he said.
"And I
wanted it. I wanted you Gohan, and now you're all
mine, and I'm all yours," she coed. Though he moved, she pulled him back
down.
"Just
where do you think you're going, buster?" she asked. Carefully he curled
up around her back so they spooned.
"I… uh…
nowhere I guess," Gohan laughed awkwardly, and
then sighed deeply at the well being surging through him. He was thankful for
the tight control Piccolo had taught him for he half feared he would go Super
Saiyan. Then he remembered that was no longer a fact. Indeed his muscles had
bulked up and Videl was glancing up at him with
wonder. As he leaned down to ask another question he heard soft breathing, and
realized Videl was fast asleep. Beneath the covers
they felt suddenly cold, and Gohan welcomed the
embrace of slumber.