Title: Catch Me If You Can
Rating: M ( R ) – For the smexyness. And maybe a little violence.
Disclaimer: You'll have to catch me first! Neener-neener-neeeeeeener! XP
Spoilers: Gohan is Saiyaman. There, I've ruined it for you.

Summary: Series of OneShots. Sometimes, Saiyaman was pretty sure he wanted to be caught. Gohan was always on the fence about it. SMVi, GhVi.

For the record, "SM" stands for "Saiyaman." And, yeah, I know that Gohan is Saiyaman, but...just keep reading. It'll make sense.

Ruse

It was a long, tense moment before Saiyaman responded. It felt like a trap (and it probably was) and he didn't want to fall for it. He was stronger than that, smarter than that, and he wouldn't give in. He was a hero, gosh darnit!

And then he felt Videl's tongue lap at the opening between his lips and the hero folded. His jaw slackened, distended and allowed her sweet forces to invade his territory, sweeping and digging as deep into the cavern of his mouth as far as her tongue would go. He tilted his head and moaned as she tickled the inside of his cheek with a playful flick.

Oh, he was definitely trapped now. Saiyaman's gloved fingers sought out his adversary and pulled her closer, trailing up the side of her throat and into the thick nest of dark hair at the base of her skull. They tangled deep and loosened the golden clasp that tamed her wild tresses. It snapped open and fell to the ground with a sharp "tink."

It was Videl's turn to moan in approval. He swallowed up the sound, lapping it up with the tongue that had darted out to meet hers in a fight for dominance, and felt it sink deep into his chest. It pulsed against his ribs as if it was struggling to break free. But it was his now.

Videl's hands were moving up his torso, tugging at his tunic, scraping against the spandex body suit that separated his skin from hers, and invading deeper into his defenses. They were rising rapidly, her fingers pausing only briefly on each bulging muscle during the ascent, and Saiyaman could feel his nerve endings light with intense fire every time she touched one. Her hands left tingles in their wake.

Saiyaman broke the kiss for one hungry instant, inhaled only the oxygen that he needed, and lowered his head to take another one. His spare hand, the one not busy directing the angle of Videl's head by her dark tresses, moved down to rest at the base of her spine. He longed to move lower, but didn't want to risk ruining the good thing he already had going. Videl wasn't that kind of girl.

When his cunning adversary dug her teeth into his lower lip he reconsidered what kind of girl she was. She was...she was...

Diabolical.

Maybe he liked that.

With a desperation for something that Saiyaman didn't really understand, he pushed Videl backwards until she was pressed against the most convenient surface – her idling police cruiser, the red and blue lights swirling in dizzy rotations – and leaned down to take full possession. He half-expected her to struggle, to bite him again, maybe, but she allowed his presumption with relative ease. The only comment she made about the new position was a surprised squeal deep in her throat.

It was no longer one kiss, or even two, but a flurry of desperation. Their lips would touch for two, maybe three seconds before Saiyaman would pull them out of her reach and then dive in for another. He repeated his pattern too many times to count.

Videl struggled to keep up with the frantic pace of his possession, but quickly fell behind. She responded to maybe half of his kisses and merely accepted the rest. Her hands were cupping at his cheeks, maybe trying to hold him still long enough to wrench the control away for herself, and her knee was rising to rest against his hip. Saiyaman reached out and eased it up higher, his gloved fingertips digging into the plush flesh of her thigh.

It wasn't until he felt the chin strap on his helmet flap against his collarbone that Saiyaman knew he'd been had.

Suddenly remembering who he was – The Great Saiyaman, defender of love, justice and innocence – and why this was wrong – Detective Satan Videl, arch nemesis and tricky little sneak – he jerked backwards and out of her deceptive embrace.

Videl, caught by surprise when he'd sprung her trap, was knocked off-kilter by his escape. She stopped herself from sliding all the way down to the asphalt by bracing her palms against the slick frame of her cruiser, chest heaving as she gulped for breath.

Saiyaman fingered the loose strap dangling from his face, numb and betrayed, as he accused, "Y-You tried to unmask me."

Videl was still panting as she said, "Can't...blame a girl...for trying." Her swollen lips were smirking at him.

Beneath his visor, Saiyaman glared at her. She was sneaky. She was devious. She was hell-bent on putting him in jail. She scoffed at his poses and his catch phrases and his costume. She was kind of mean.

The worst part was, he still wanted her.

Videl wiggled until she was standing fully upright and then straightened her rumpled clothes. The top three buttons on her blouse were undone so that he could see the undershirt – an evil burgundy color – which he was pretty sure had been hidden before. The hem of her top was pulled free of her pants on one side, but she pretended not to notice.

"Aww, don't be mad," she said. Her blue eyes glimmered at him in the shifting light like the center of a flame. "At least I didn't try to punch you this time."

Saiyaman's jaw was clenched tight as he refastened the clasp that kept his helmet in place. His cape swirled in a dramatic arc as he turned his back on her and prepared to take flight.

Just before his feet left the ground, he inclined his head toward her in a sharp nod. "Detective," he dismissed, propelling himself upward and away with a blast of chi.

Author's Notes: I'm trying an experiment. Each chapter is going to be a stand-alone OneShot, but they'll all be connected by the same setting and characters. No high school, no Buu and GhVi are approximately twenty-five-years-old. More details will be forthcoming in future installments. These stories are vaguely related to a premise that I've been working on for years, but still not exactly the same. (RyRy, you probably know what I'm talking about here.)

Also, PLEASE pay attention to the rating. I'm going to keep it just this side of NC-17 because of site rules, but you should expect some fairly graphic stuff later on.

I was inspired by a Tangled fanfic called "Super" by Airplane. If you're into that, go check out my favorite stories section. It's a very unique read if you like FlynnRapunzel n.n

Um...yeah, if you have questions, drop them in the review box.

Un-beta'd.

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