And here we go! Rei and Mirai Gohan! WOOOO! I know that Ana will definitely be a very happy lady!

She was making him nuts. How could one woman spit so much damned venom from her mouth? Dear Kami, if Chi-Chi had still been alive, the woman would have been taking fucking notes on how to properly browbeat a Saiyan warrior to within an inch of his last nerve. "Will you just shut up? Please?" Gohan groaned, tipping his head back to rest it against the wall.

"Pht… seriously? You're asking me? I thought I was the captive, Gohan? Way to take charge… wow, what a man."

"Fucking harpy," he muttered under his breath. "Don't make me get the duct tape out again Rei."

"Wasting your time, dumbass. I've got more firepower than you have rope and tape. Might not be able to use a ton of it without transforming, but I've got enough to keep from staying tied." In fact… Rei called up her powers for the tenth time since she'd been captured and simply burned through the ropes with a little burst of fire, rubbing her sore wrists the moment they were free. "You tie knots like a little girl anyway. Maybe I should show you how it's done?"

"Shuuuut uuuuuup," he whined. Gohan sputtered when her hands and feet were free once more and a few new burn marks appeared on her blackened blouse. It was practically destroyed, and there were even some charred holes in her bra, partially exposing a pair of creamy, firm breasts. Damn it, this was going to be a loooong night. "Trunks had better finish up with your friend soon, because I'm getting sick of this. It's his turn for punishment duty, damn it."

"Punishment!?" Rei snapped. "Shit, you should be honored to be in my presence! And I swear by all that is holy," she continued, stalking towards him slowly, her hands bursting into short puffs of flame and smoke, "if Usagi gets hurt, you'll both die slowly. I'll cook you from the inside out, bitch boy."

"If you could do that at all, why are you still stuck in here?" Goten sassed right back, smirking in triumph when she just glared at him and kicked her chair across the room. "Temper, temper, android. You'll get your turn with Trunks."

"Why? Not man enough to do the interrogating yourself? You have to admit, Gohan… you really suck at it. Have you tried waterboarding, maybe? Chinese water torture? Some shock therapy?"

Great. Here we go again with the mouth.

"Tell you what. You sit tight, let me get some rope, and I'll demonstrate. Someone needs to teach you how torture is done, little man."

Gohan just rolled his eyes and ignored her, but looked up when he heard something tear. She'd bent over to pick up the rope—probably to make good on her offer of lessons—and her collar had finally given up on staying together, along with a strap of her bra. Holy shit… Unable to look away from her one fully exposed breast, he mused in the back of his mind that it was absolutely perfect; not too small or too big, and it was topped with a perky pink nipple that looked unbelievably suckable.

"Oh, so now you're into androids, too? Well, explains why you kept tying me up. Were you trying to get a hard-on and just couldn't manage it?" Rei looked down at his groin and scoffed at the sight of a massively huge raging boner. "Please tell me that thing is only at half mast," she said, her voice heavy with pity. When he frowned and glared at her, she simply removed the remains of her shirt and bra, not embarrassed in the least by her body. "I'm not impressed."

At the sight of her fully bare from the waist up, her charred and ragged skirt barely covering the rest of her, Gohan couldn't help but stare for a long moment and was broken out of it when she looked between his legs and visibly swallowed. "Huh?"

"Ok. So it was at half-mast. My mistake."

"Impressed now?" He snorted, waggling his eyebrows.

"Hm… nah. I've seen bigger," she deadpanned, quickly recovering from the sight of what was easily the biggest cock she'd ever laid eyes on. "So… are you going to just keep staring at my tits or offer me some fucking clothes?"

Gohan blinked and looked around aimlessly for something for her to wear—he sure as hell wasn't leaving her alone for even a second—but came up empty. "Well, I guess you can have my shirt."

He didn't notice it, but Rei froze at the thought of seeing him without his shirt—she suspected all of the muscles she'd felt beneath it when he'd carried her in kicking and screaming would look absolutely spectacular. "Ugh… that ugly ass thing? What is up with those ugly pajamas anyway?"

"They were my father's," Gohan replied tersely.

"Oh. So bad taste does run in the family. I guess those gaudy wristbands were his too," she chuckled nastily, waltzing over to the twin bed in the back of the basement to stretch out. "Mmm… bed's comfortable at least. Haven't slept in one in over a year."

"Feel free to sleep… if androids even can? At least then I won't have to listen to your fucking mouth anymore."

"Not an android, dumbass. But I think I will try and sleep… ugh, I can't with the smell of burnt cloth in my nose, though." With that, Rei shed her skirt, knowing what it would do to him, and laid down in the buff, closing her eyes. She cracked one open slowly when she heard him slowly approaching the bed, preparing to set him on fire should he try anything funny. "What?"

"Here," he offered, holding out the long-sleeved blue undershirt that he normally wore. "It's a bit, um…" He quickly glanced at her hardened nipples. "…cold in here."

She was pissed at him, yes, but she couldn't help but be just a little touched by such a gentlemanly act. "Thanks," she said with a nod, sitting up to pull the article of clothing on over her head.

It came to her thighs, much to Gohan's relief, but he still couldn't get the image of her naked out of his mind, stretched out like an offering to some pagan god.

"How'd you get the scar?"

Huh? Was she actually trying to be social all of a sudden? Gohan blinked in surprise when he found her nearly nose-to-nose with him, her eyes locked on the long line down the left side of his face. "I got it from a fight with the androids. The same fight where I lost my arm." He watched her face soften for a split second and felt his beast suddenly rise up unbidden as he fought down the urge to purr for her. What the hell?

"Hm… really? Tell me, Gohan… was it because you let them get this close?" Rei grinned when he suddenly jerked back out of reach, his ki flaring slightly as he scowled at her and fell into a defensive stance. "Heh… are all of you big, bad Saiyan warriors this skittish around women… or is that just you?" she snickered, lying down on the bed once more, perfectly aware of the way his shirt was riding up above her backside and exposing her. "At least you're entertaining; I'm awfully bored."

"You won't be when Trunks gets through with your friend," Gohan snorted, leaning against the wall next to the bed.

That sent a very real shiver of fear down her spine—not for herself, but for her princess and best friend. Just what was being done to her? It had been an hour and there was still no word from the other side of the basement. Rei knew she needed to get out of there and fast, track Usagi down, and make a quick escape. "That arm looks awfully real until the elbow's exposed," Rei said softly, hoping to draw him back in and distract him somehow. "Who made it for you?"

"Bulma. Trunks's mother. She's good with stuff like that," he replied, a little surprised at how civil she was suddenly acting.

"Huh. Does it feel real too?" She asked, her violet eyes focused on it curiously. When he shrugged slightly, Rei rolled to her side, reached out and ran the tips of her fingers over it. "Huh. It's cold. But it works? It looks so real I thought it would be warm," she commented absently, sitting up to get a closer look.

Gohan couldn't feel her touch, but it still made his beast gnaw at the cage a little… until her fingers drifted towards his actual flesh and he felt it. His beast went a little nuts at that, especially when her eyes locked with his and he saw the blush spilling onto her cheeks as her hand continued to slide up his bicep. He nearly opened his mouth to protest, but she rose up onto her knees before a word could leave his mouth, and he felt a single digit whisper over the scar on his face.

"It didn't completely ruin your face."

That snapped him out of the spell she had him under, and Gohan grunted, snatching her hand away from his face. "Was that an insult or a compliment?"

"Yes." Rei smirked knowingly when she felt his thumb brushing over the pulse point on her wrist, almost as if he didn't even realize he was doing it. "If you really minded you would have actually hurt my hand."

"Do you want me to?" Gohan grunted, instantly releasing her. "Or would you rather wait for Trunks? If he's not too tired from the other android, that is. Hell, that's probably what's taking him so long… he likely needed a nap and a shower between torture sessions."

"G—Gohan?"

He looked back down at that; the way she'd said his name sounded so fearful and timid and was totally unlike the woman he'd captured two hours ago. Gohan found her shaking slightly, and when she looked up at him there were tears spilling from her eyes. "Suddenly not so cocky, are you, android? Don't tell me you're about to beg for your life."

"Not mine," she whispered. "Usagi… please… please don't hurt Usagi. You can kill me if you'd like, but Usagi… she's the brightest light left in this world; she's so sweet, if you'd only see it like I do. We're not androids, I swear it." Drawing the shirt he'd given her over her head with quaking hands, she slowly bared herself to him. "Spare Usagi, and you… you can do whatever you want to me. Trunks, too. I won't fight you, I swear it by Mars… you can even tie me up again if you want. Just please don't let him hurt Usagi."

Gohan's beast clawed at its leash at the sight of her nude once more, roaring at the sound of such a blatant offer. But even as his legs disobeyed him and he sat down beside her, he was still trying to fight down the urge to take her as his mind worked at a mile a minute, trying to sort out a ton of shit that suddenly made sense.

She was human. She had to be. Not only could androids not have sex, but neither he nor Trunks had ever seen or even heard of an android making any type of sacrifice for someone else. And this kind of sacrifice… for any woman, that would be huge. So there was no way, absolutely no way in hell that she was anything but a human woman.

Watching him licking his lips as he eyed her like a steak dinner, Rei waited for him to make a move and was a little surprised that he hadn't already jumped on her offer. "If…if you'd like me to… to do something to you, maybe?" She asked nervously, looking down at the erection that was barely concealed by the bagginess of his pants.

Still reeling from his epiphany, Gohan stood and strode over to the thick, sound-proof door separating him and Trunks and banged on it twice. There was no answer, and he sighed and banged on it a few more times before he finally gave up. "He's sleeping or showering or something. We'll give it a little while and I'll try again; the door only opens from the other side when someone's in there," he explained. "At least from the holding cell portion of the basement, anyway."

Gohan had had no intention of taking Rei up on her offer while she was so scared for her friend, but when he turned to find her standing right behind him—still naked very, very naked—his breath caught in his throat and he found himself unable to move. "I'll make good on my end of the deal while we wait," she whispered, pressing herself against him as she tried her best not to tremble and give away her fear.

Gohan could have fought it if she'd stayed where she was—he was even succeeding in a fight against his inner Saiyan when he'd turned and found her so close to him. But the moment he felt her warmth pressing flush against his body, his beast completely broke loose and he couldn't stop himself from lifting her into his arms and kissing her heatedly. "You're sure this is what you want?" He growled softly, running a series of nips and kisses down her throat as he turned her and pressed her to the concrete wall. "Stop me now or I won't be able to."

"I'm at your disposal," Rei replied nervously. "Whatever you want me to do, Gohan."

"Relax, for starters," his beast purred before capturing her lips once more, his hands beginning a soft and slow trail over her hips and breasts. He continued to kiss the daylights out of her until he felt her hands tangle in his hair and scented her arousal mixing in with his own, and when she started to moan softly every few seconds he knew she was ready for him.

"Wait… Gohan… Bed…" Rei gasped between deep, throat-swabbing kisses as she felt his pants slide down and his arousal press against her lower stomach.

"Now," he growled, his chest rumbling in a soft purr as he nipped and sucked at her lower lip before moving his mouth down her throat to suck at the flesh and leave a trail of marks to her breast. His power level rose unbidden when she said something else, and his beast had him ascending to Super Saiyan in the heat of the moment and kissing her again until she was once more whimpering senselessly with pleasure. But then Gohan heard her moan softly as her sex rocked over his own; he lost any control he had left, checking her quickly to make sure she was ready for him. No more games, his beast wanted her now. "You're so wet, sweetheart… can't wait to be inside of you…"

Rei tried to word another objection, but she was melting into another kiss as she felt herself being more securely pinned between a rock hard body and the concrete wall.

Wetting himself with her desire, the Saiyan groaned as he placed himself at her entrance and drove forward, his purr hitching along with his breath as he was surrounded by a tightness that astounded him. He hadn't expected it to feel so good, so perfect… it was like coming home… but he could smell… salt? And wha—why was she crying?

Clawing his way up through the haze of lust, Gohan stopped and locked his green gaze with her tear-filled, violet eyes. "What's wrong, r'sha…? I hurt you?" Her quick nod and the way she helplessly rested her head against his chest alarmed him a bit and he lowered her to the ground… only to groan at the sight of blood on his cock and between her thighs. "Fuck," he whispered, scooping her into his arms. "Rei, why in the hell didn't you say something!?"

"I tried to!" She snapped, suddenly back to her usual self for a moment. "What!? You could smell my arousal, but you couldn't smell the fact that I'm—was a virgin!? Or is your nose as retarded as you are!?" A loud crack rang out through the basement, and Gohan flinched a bit, knowing that her handprint was shining a bright red on the scarred side of his face.

With a little sigh he nodded. "Alright… I deserved that."

"You deserve a hell of a lot more than that you dumb fucking son of a—"

"Rei, could you cut the mouth for a fucking minute!?" He barked down at her as he carried her over to the shower in the back of the room, complete with a drain in the floor. "I'm sorry," he breathed into her hair, placing a kiss on her forehead. "If I'd known or realized, I would have slowed down, sweetheart. I swear it. Come on, let's clean you up first, then we'll go to the bed and do this right… ok? Nice and slow. I'll make sure you've come a million times before I take you."

Gnawing on her bottom lip, Rei couldn't help but be a little touched by his sudden tenderness with her, not to mention the gentle way he was holding her as he cut on the spray and began to wash off all the evidence of her lost innocence. She submitted to being wash and dried, but when he carried her to the bed, she looked up at him as she recalled the pain that had come only a few minutes ago.

"Don't worry, Rei. It shouldn't hurt like that again… and I'm going to make sure that you're very, very wet before I finish the job. Promise," Gohan whispered, bending down to kiss her as his chest rumbled seductively. "In fact…" His mouth hovered over her shoulder for a long second before he nipped at it hard enough to bruise, making her gasp with unexpected pleasure.

His beast wouldn't let him stop; Gohan knew damned well what marking her would mean, but his inner Saiyan didn't give a flying fuck what the other half of him thought about the situation. The beast was going to mark her whether Gohan or Rei liked it or not, and then he was going to claim her for his own.

"Gohan?" Rei whimpered when she felt his fingers slipping between her legs, teasing her clit with slow, gentle strokes while his teeth continued to nip at and rake over her shoulder. "W—Why does that—"

"Shh, r'sha… just relax… and forgive me, I think I'm only going to be able to make you come once before I lose my mind. My beast is really climbing the walls for you right now."

"Just… just please don't hurt me again," Rei gasped, unable to protest any further as his teeth nicked her skin and it felt absolutely, insanely wonderful.

"Won't," he groaned, licking the beads of blood from her porcelain skin as his fingers grew bolder and stroked her harder. "Come for me, r'sha… I'm already losing control," he whispered. Then he was biting down on her shoulder before he could stop himself, his mouth filling with her blood as he purred and moaned loudly, the sound mixing deliciously with her own helpless whimper of ecstasy.

Gohan couldn't stop his body from moving, and he took her just as she came, crying out and growling at the sensation of her tightening around him as she bucked and clutched at his back, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Mine," he breathed, withdrawing and surging forward despite the way her eyes squinted in pain. His beast had a solution for that and was sinking his teeth into her mark yet again, sucking on the bite until she was moaning his name and tightening around him for a second time. "Come for me again, r'sha… tell me you're mine…"

"Feels… feels so good, Gohan… I'm yours, just please don't stop or—" Rei was cut off with another bite to her shoulder and she immediately came again, yelling his name and bucking her hips to meet the thrusts that had become hard and demanding. Some itty bitty part of her mind knew that it should have hurt—it was her first time, after all—but the feeling of him plowing into her with his unchecked Super Saiyan strength felt absolutely amazing!

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Usagi watched her mate grin and folded her arms over her chest impatiently when he began to chuckle. "Well?"

"Just as we thought, goddess. Am I forgiven now for not thinking of the x-ray?"

The princess of the moon rolled her eyes but nodded slightly; she had read his thoughts through the half-bond and knew he hadn't even thought of something so simple. If he'd done it on purpose, though, she would have never forgiven him for his previous actions. "Doesn't mean I'm biting you back, though," she snorted.

"I can wait for that," he replied pleasantly. "I'm sure that after this, Rei won't be biting Gohan anytime soon… at least when she finds out what we did."

"Yeah, but that boy seriously needed to get some pussy," Bulma chimed in. "The kid was practically a monk, you know. And he needed a mate before I jumped on him myself just because he was there and available," she admitted.

Trunks barked out a laugh when he felt Gohan's power level spike and two faint cries were heard from the basement. "Well. That was quick," he snorted.

"You're one to talk," Usagi countered. "In fact, Gohan lasted longer than you, Mister Prince of the Saiyans."

Trunks growled a little at that and instantly threw his new mate over his shoulder. "Mother, we'll be back in a minute. I need to teach Usagi a thing or two about my ability to last for hours."

"Just be back before her friend comes up spitting fire and obscenities. This wasn't my little plan, if you remember."

And there you have it! :D R&R people! I'm now off to work!