Gohan's Cure

by Denim Jean

In an AU full of angst, Gohan has never given up hope of finding a cure to his condition. He's a vampire with intact morals, unlike others. Join him in frying evil vamps with ki blasts and draining evil mortals who deserve to be punished alongside his friend, Sharpner. He's judge, jury and executioner, until he meets a female vamp hunter with special abilities and a secret. (G/V)

6. Chapter 6

Chapter 6:

Gohan tried to ignore the pain on his arm to no avail. The bastard's fangs felt ice-cold like four tricky icy razors in his flesh and bone. He ruthlessly pulled that vampire away from Videl and beheaded him in the blink of an eye with an angry ki blast. The sudden beheading movement succeeded in breaking the vamp's spine and muscles of his neck, but his fangs were still deeply sunk in Gohan's flesh. They failed to remain attached to his gums, probably because Gohan's flesh was hard-rock tough. Gohan could see the roots of those teeth on the surface of his skin, surrounded by a thick trail of blood each, generously pouring on the floor beside him. He blew some air slowly out with care, got focused, and then he pulled the fangs stuck in his arm one by one with a low grunt.

It had all happened too swiftly, so much so that Trunks was still rooted in the same place as if he was unable to do anything. He had to admit he was feeling tremendously jealous of Gohan. He had been too focused on catching him off guard, and had not paid enough attention to Videl being in potential danger.

When Gohan was done pulling the fangs, Trunks ran to Videl to check on her. He helped her to sit up, but she was fine. Perfectly fine, thanks to Gohan.

In the meantime, Gohan was quite busy trying to bear the stark pain in his arm. He fell on his knees before the gentle silver moonlight, clenched his teeth wildly and hissed painfully as he instinctively covered the bleeding wounds with his hand. Then, he ripped off the sleeve from his shirt down with one swift, rash movement and made a tourniquet. Large droplets of blood ran down his arm and fell on the floor as he did so. He knew he wouldn't die or lose his arm, and that the wound would cure on its own more or less soon, but that tourniquet would help his own body to cure itself even sooner. In the meantime, the pain would be unavoidable. When he was done, he sighed partly relieved. But he still felt the burning sting of those four fangs on his flesh.

"Gohan, are you alright?" Videl asked him worried like hell as she stood up and rushed to him, kneeling before him, ignoring Trunks' gestures to help her and his pleading, loving facial expression.

Gohan didn't answer her because the physical pain was occupying too much space in his mind right then. When she exhaled panting because she was worried like hell, he felt her overwhelming scent invading the air around him. Oh, the mark was near. He could reach it with a single swift move of his hand. He felt the pressing mental struggle to touch her/not to touch her where he was not meant to touch her as if a volcano had erupted within his mind.

Since he was not answering her, she put both her hands on both his cheeks and made him look at her. Then, he stared at her from over the frame of his sunglasses and smiled at her.

"I'm fine… more or less. Is Sharpner alright?" Gohan managed to ask her eventually, after a couple of seconds, trying hard to focus on their immediate reality. They were not alone, either. And if he had to touch her mark, he'd make sure they were alone, and on his bed, preferably.

Automatically, Videl went to check on Sharpner and tried to wake him up. She held his head on her lap and called his name over and over to make him wake up. He finally woke up after some time. Both Gohan and Trunks stared at them in the meantime.

"Thank God, Sharpner. You got me scared for some time." Videl smiled to him when he woke up.

"What's happened?" Sharpner asked a bit confused.

"A vampire attacked us." She explained softly. "He knocked you out, but you don't have to worry. You seem to be alright. He's been dealt with already. We should get going. It'll soon be dawn, and we could be spotted by the neighbours."

"Good." Sharpner whispered back. "Dear God, what's happened to you, Gohan?!" He asked bewildered when he saw his wounded arm.

"It's nothing, Sharpner. I'll soon be OK." Gohan whispered back pretending to handle the pain quite well, but Videl knew he was faking it. And he was. "We should bury these corpses as soon as possible and go back home."

They dug five more graves and buried the corpses as fast as they could. When they were done, they went back home. They made sure Sharpner came home safely in the first place, because he seemed to be fine but a bit dizzy, and then Trunks, Gohan and Videl headed to Gohan's home.

"Videl," Trunks softly spoke to her when they arrived to their destination. "I beg you again to reconsider."

"Trunks, please…" Videl was tired. "I'm exhausted. Stop pushing me."

"I don't trust him." He insisted, worried.

"Really? After what he's just done?" She asked him point-blank. "Look, I'm in no mood to argue right now. We'll talk tomorrow."

"But…"

"Not again… Now go, please."

"Videl…"

"I said GO!" She said seriously, almost growling.

In the end, Trunks did as told and made himself scarce. Videl sighed loudly, relieved.

"God, he's so tiresome sometimes!" She said as if she was about to lose her patience as Gohan opened the front door for her and politely motioned her to come in.

"If he's so bothersome, why don't you get rid of him?" Gohan asked her quietly once he had closed the door behind him. They were taking off their shoes. "Tell him to do other stuff, far from you. Errands. Anything. Otherwise, he'll always stick around. He's in love with you, you can't deny that."

"I know." Videl whispered back and sighed hopelessly as she took off her shoes in the parlour, got up and started to walk towards the stairs. "But it's not me who's the boss of him. And he has already got tasks to do from time to time. But if he finishes them early, what can I say? Besides, there's literally nothing I can tell him to make him stop. Believe me, I've already tried that for some years now, and it's useless."

"A question that has been bothering me for some time now is…" Gohan whispered to her lovingly, following her. "why your father doesn't intervene."

"How's that wound going?" She asked breaking the flow of their conversation and ignoring his question as she was coming closer to him to inspect his wound, whispering lovingly as if she were his mother or sister.

She had stopped walking to the stairs and turned to him. She held his exposed arm with all the care in the world. Her delicate, warm fingertips felt like heaven on his skin. Gohan swallowed once as he let her sweet scent flow into his nose and lungs. He had completely forgotten about his question. And the topic of their conversation. He'd gladly pin her to the nearest wall, crush his whole body towards her and meet her hips with his with a greedy push. Goose bumps appeared wherever she touched him. When Videl noticed it, she just let out a brief, self-conscious chuckle, and then she chanced to glimpse at his sunglasses-veiled eyes.

"Let me take care of it." She whispered warmly. Gohan would gladly ignore his wound and jump on her. It would cure on itself anyway. "I haven't thanked you for saving me yet." She whispered slightly sheepishly. Oh, God, now Gohan would definitely jump on her and…

I've got a pretty clear idea of what you could do to thank me, girl. – He thought like the beast he believed he got under control. – Good God, I'm so filthy when she's this close to me!

"I said I'd make it up to you, didn't I?" He whispered back, also warmly like her, instead of releasing his thoughts and passions. She deserved better.

"You don't need to make it up to me." She whispered almost inaudibly to him as she led him to the bathroom of the first floor, right next to his bedroom, where the first aid kit was.

"You know I don't need to be cured. It'll heal on its own." He added.

"And yet I feel the need to be useful to you. It'll heal better and faster if I do something about it." She whispered with a gentle smile on her face as they entered the bathroom and she opened the first aid kit.

The bathroom was rather small but nice and efficiently organized. More than enough for a single man. It was fully warmly decorated in beige and dark chocolate brown.

"Actually, it's me who's in debt with you, Gohan. Twice." She went on.

"You must be kidding me." He chuckled lightly as if he couldn't believe it. He just loved the way she was taking care of him. He'd love to have her touch him like that all day, forever.

"One: you allowed me to stay here, under your own roof." She told him while she was busy disinfecting the wounds.

"Videl, you know that I…" He replied softly.

"And two: you've saved my life tonight." She whispered to him sheepishly as she bandaged his arm when she was done. He fell silent and stared meaningfully at her.

"I'd do it gladly every single day of my entire existence." He whispered warmly to her.

And I'd gladly hear you say you're in debt with me every single day of my entire existence, too. – He thought with lust. – What price could I make you pay for it? The mark is making me think all this shit. All this amazing shit. Or maybe I've always been just like this and I never found a woman worth craving for, and worth dying for. God Almighty…

He slowly leaned on her face and they stared at each other's eyes for what it seemed to be an eternity. Videl's accelerated heartbeat was making Gohan literally mad with desire. He softly put both his hands on either side of her waist. The hem of her T-shirt was tempting Gohan to push his hands up beneath the fabric, so that he could get closer to the mark on her left ribs.

Their faces were coming closer and closer, bit by bit. Their lips met halfway and they eventually kissed softly for some time, until Gohan got hold of her nape and kissed her more passionately. She had put her arms over his shoulders and around his neck. She didn't stop kissing him although she had started to feel dizzy again. Her heart was painfully telling her to stop it unless she wanted to endure a lot more pain than that. She frowned and tried to ignore that emergency call for as long as she could. In the meantime, he was holding her tight against his well-built chest. She just couldn't let go his lips. Not just yet…

But a pair of threatening, strange blue eyes were witnessing what was taking place right then from outside the window. They had been spying them for a while. They were greedily feasting on the current love scene in Gohan's bathroom. A large, mischievous grin appeared on her face, Android 18's face, once she had heard a specific weakly-whispered sentence coming out from Videl's lips:

"I love you, Gohan." Videl's voice was sweet like honey in Gohan's ears. Her voice and that sudden confession made him shiver all over, but he noticed she was trying to hide that familiar pain once again. He had noticed the red flags.

"Why do you feel this overwhelming pain every single time I get this close to you? I've noticed it. Every time." He whispered to her quite seriously, but softly. "Do you mind telling me?"

Then, Videl's facial expression darkened and she tried to part from him, but he wouldn't let her. Her eyes were so suddenly devoid of life that they made Gohan freeze on the spot. He had to ask again.

Interesting. – Android 18 thought with mischief while she was listening carefully. – I have to get to the bottom of this. I'm sure that Perfect Cell will be more than pleased to know about her.

"Videl," Gohan asked her softly but seriously. "I need to know. I sense it's important. It can't wait anymore. You know you can tell me anything, that you can trust me."

Videl lifted her head to meet his gaze. As soon as she had done so, she knew she couldn't look straight at him. She forced herself to drop her gaze to the floor because she knew what was going to happen. She didn't dare to answer straightaway because Gohan seemed serious as hell right then. She was strangely afraid of him and she couldn't shake the feeling from her mind. Next, Gohan sighed briefly and led her to his bedroom.

"I need you to answer truthfully." He continued, trying to choose the right words as they sat on his bed side by side. "I feel awful to push you like this but I'm sure I can help you."

"You can't help me." Her voice was nothing but a faint whisper. She swallowed. Gohan noticed that her hands were trembling. "Don't worry about it."

"Are you alright?" He asked whispering to her, reaching for her hands with his.

She just sighed, and he felt the need to repeat the dreaded question.

"I've noticed that you frown and feel dizzy quite often. I've also noticed that it always happens when I'm too close to you. Why do you feel that bad around me? Is something the matter that I need to know about?" He whispered to her worried. "Am I wrong connecting your dizziness and my presence? Should I do something about it?"

Videl was shaking her head before Gohan finished the last question.

"I think I've told you not to worry about it." She insisted.

"But I do. I can't help it. Why is that so anyway?"

I'm scared to push Videl to tell me about her dizziness like this. – Gohan thought. – I have never seen such an expression on her face. It makes me worry as much as it makes me fear the reason behind it. I wonder if she's deliberately hiding something from me because she fears I'll do something stupid or that I may reject her. The more I think about it, the more it obsesses me.

Another thought is plaguing me, though: the fact that there's a faint chance that Trunks knows about this. They've always been close. Jealousy may make a monster of me, but I couldn't care less. She's told me she loves me. I've felt my heart soar over the clouds with happiness when she's done so, but my curiosity is gearing up and I can't simply force Trunks to tell me about it. First, my pride doesn't let me. Second, he'd be glad to know she doesn't share it with me and he wouldn't tell me out of pure spite.

Videl then took a deep breath and closed her eyes. That was when she decided to come clean about it.

"I should've told you earlier. I did something stupid." She made a pause and looked at him straight at his eyes for the first time in this conversation. "I don't have a heart. Well, I don't have a proper one, that is."

"What?" He couldn't believe it. It made no sense.

"Don't get me wrong. If you're wondering how come I live without a heart, it's not like… I'm sure you've heard a beating within my chest. I mean, there's no point denying that, but… Look. I'm not referring to a physical heart, OK? I mean… There's…" She was trying to give him an explanation, but she was so nervous that her speech was suddenly so chaotic that Gohan was getting lost.

"Wow, don't rush so much, Videl. I don't understand anything."

She just sighed and decided to start all over again.

"A year or so after I got Desire's mark on my left ribs, I just couldn't stand it anymore." Her eyes were devoid of life again. "I couldn't bear it one more minute. It felt as consuming as a wild fire set loose in a forest. First, I lost all my male friends because I realised the mark had affected them. They all loved me. Wildly." She rolled her eyes, she had always thought of such devoted suitors as bothersome. "Whatever… Then, I lost all my female friends because they became too jealous of the way the men's attention was only focused on me in such an obvious, open, indecent way." She pointed out the word 'indecent'. Gohan mildly nodded because he had been noticing other men's staring at her ever since he had met her. But he had never given it importance: she was young and beautiful, and therefore it made sense that she was desirable. And then, she went on: "My female friends started hating me because they were no longer the centre of attention. I realised no one saw me the way they used to see me. It was pointless to speak rationally, or to interact with people in a normal way. The mark would always wash away any rational thought about me, either positive or negative in real terms, about my worth as a person, about my value as a friend or as a scholar, etc… All thoughts about me were pure, unaltered lust or hate (depending on the sexual orientation of the person in front of me). I couldn't walk around town like a normal young lady any more either. As I walked on by, I suddenly became an object of everyone's darkest desires or hates. You don't know how the mark pushes people to do nasty things! It doesn't matter how pure or saintly a person might be: the mark destroys everything." She shook her head as she spoke and Gohan got the impression that she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Her hands were shaking. "You don't know what I've been through… All… All the people I cared about either tried to rape me or turned their backs on me. Or worse." As she spoke, he couldn't help but clench his fists. "You don't know how far a person is willing to go to see you bite the dust. I had lost everyone. And I couldn't socialize with anyone in the future. I knew that the moment I did, I would condemn that person to change, to become a monster. I was stuck. I stopped socializing. Being alone and not wanting to is horrible. And that's when I decided I didn't want to care anymore."

Gohan's face was suddenly paler than ever. His pupils mildly shook in expectation of a dreaded sentence, of a dark deed. He didn't dare to interrupt her, but he finally did because he realised that his question was crucial:

"What about your father? Couldn't he protect you? Was he also affected by the mark?" He dared to ask, fearing the worst. "And your mother?"

She chuckled lightly and with sarcasm.

"No, he couldn't be affected by the mark." She replied.

"Then…" He whispered softly.

"Then, nothing." She answered angrily. "He wasn't affected by it because he was dead."

A dreadful silence ensued. Gohan didn't know that.

"Desire was behind it, as usual." She said with sarcasm and badly-contained anger. "And my mother died when I was born. I don't like having to remember all that shit."

"But I assumed your father was alive. When you spoke to me about him, it was as if he's… as if he was alive. I thought that… And Trunks. He spoke as if he was alive!"

"He lied then. And I may have given you that impression, that he was alive. I admit I find it hard to tell myself he's dead. I often think about him as if he were. It's crazy. Anyway… The original members of the Endless family are immortal but they can be wounded and killed. The same goes for me. Lord Morpheus knew Desire was after him badly, and then he chose me as an heir before he died, but I refused. So, he chose someone else instead of me, my little brother. He rules now. He holds the title of Dream and fulfils his duties. He's never refused my presence in the Dream Realm, but he's not my father obviously. He's allowed me to work for him, like many others under his command, like Trunks, master of nightmares. I work as a peacekeeper (which involves pretty much what Sharpner and you do). He's like a king, and I'm like a princess in terms of hierarchy. But in spite of his power, he just can't afford to protect me like my father had. Desire's a powerful bitch who's never got enough."

"I'm sorry. Now I know why you don't want to speak about these things." Gohan made a small sigh.

"It's madness. My history is full of crap, Gohan. I managed to survive for some time by isolating myself form it all, but it was no use. I even considered leaving my post as a peacekeeper if that meant Desire would leave me alone. But she didn't. She wanted our blood spilled. She wanted my father dead, and me broken and ruined. I was bloody tired of it all only after some time. I couldn't take it anymore."

"You say Desire was behind your father's murder. What happened?"

"It's a long story." As she went on talking she seemed a bit more relaxed, but her sadness grew. "I once had an elder brother called Orpheus. You might have heard of him in those stories and myths from ancient Greece. Back then he was Lord Morpheus' only son. His wife-to-be died very young, on the very day they were to be married. Then, he lost his mind and became a victim of a group of water nymphs who tore all his limps one by one and, save for his head, he was left to live like that for eternity. Lord Morpheus thought it was best to lock the head of his son in a cell and forget about him altogether, even though he was still alive. He was immortal, like the rest of us. My father had ignored his son for centuries, forgetting his duties as a loving father because he thought there was nothing left to do for him, so he no longer cared. Until I came to life. Somehow, I made his sense of parenthood revive in him and one day he thought he had been neglecting his duties as a father towards Orpheus for too long. That's why he introduced me to him one day, the very same he killed him with his bare hands to put him out of his misery." She made a pause to gather more strength and to carry on. "A mercy killing. He crushed his head. I didn't witness the whole thing, but Orpheus was glad that his father would put an end to it all for him. He had been through hell. Once Lord Morpheus had done the deed, he knew he was doomed. And he was not speaking about grief. The Three Witches, or the Grey Women, can be summoned to execute vengeance upon those who spill their relative's blood. Lord Morpheus had tons of enemies. Desire was just one of them. That's when things got nasty: Desire used the hatred that one of them was harbouring against him and made that enemy wish to call vengeance against him, so that my father would be killed but Desire could not be accused of it. Otherwise, someone else could have called the Grey Women and use them against her, of course, since they share the same blood." Videl then chuckled. "So Desire got what she wanted. My father was killed by the Grey Women for her. But that didn't prove that Desire was stronger (which was what she wanted after all), just a smarter bitch. That's all."

"I'm sorry." Gohan whispered to her, but his words couldn't reach her.

"Do you see why I was fed up with it? I had lost everyone because of the mark on my ribs, and suddenly my father as well. The only one who could protect me from all this shit. That's when I did the stupidest thing of my entire life, as I was telling you before: I ripped my own heart out."

"What?!" Gohan was flabbergasted to hear this bit.

"I knew about a way to get rid of feelings using magic. So that's what I did: I learnt to do it and I did it."

Silence. Again.

"This magical technique allows the body to go on living." She explained. "It only rips the part which holds on to feelings. You still have a heart pumping blood, working just fine. The magic rips out the fact that you care for people and things. You become devoid of emotions. I didn't want to be Desire's toy anymore. For as long as I could feel, she could use my feelings for other people to hurt me. She loved that kind of torture. But I thought that she had played enough with me. So I did it." She said quietly but ruthlessly. "I know it was a mistake, but I swear I'd do it again."

"You can't be serious." He whispered back, appalled.

"Killing myself was an option, but then it occurred to me that Desire would be glad about it anyway. And I didn't want that. That's why I ripped my own heart out with magic: to be out of her reach and live."

"But Videl…" His mouth hung open with amazement.

"Once I had no heart I was free, Gohan. Completely… However, I was flawed."

"What do you mean?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

"I could no longer act normally. I was dysfunctional in any social environment. I couldn't have a normal conversation with anyone. I crushed everyone else's feelings under my feet. I stole things. I defied the authority. I toyed with men. With women. Ruthlessly. Because I had no feelings, no empathy, no care, no shame, nothing that might've made me reconsider anything I did. Other nasty stuff happened when…" She mildly shook her head and chuckled once. "I was a mess, really. You would've hated my guts, Gohan. I know. I was despicable and I went on with it because I was finally free. I didn't suffer anymore. Anyway, I couldn't sing again either. You know how much I enjoy singing. I had no feelings, so I couldn't do it. That's why I just couldn't sing, or play the piano, for example, but I didn't care at all anyway. Because I had no 'feeling' heart. It looks like a normal, physical heart – it's like a duplicate. I lacked that half. I no longer was the person I used to be, but I didn't care although I tried to act as usual from time to time. It was a never-ending cycle, of trying to act normal, failing and not caring, and starting again."

"But you're not like that anymore." He pointed out. "I don't get it."

"That's because I managed to get a substitute for it, the 'feeling' half of my heart." She explained with a light smile. "I thought I was becoming too unstable. Trunks told me so. So I thought of a way out of it. This substitute is something that makes me feel, that makes me care. It's not perfect, but it works. Well… Usually. Sometimes I still act weird. I'm sure you've noticed I don't really stick to social conventions and rules very much. Like when I was messing with you just for fun."

"And what is that substitute?"

"A note my father left for me before he died." She added with sadness.

"A note?" He asked amazed.

"Yes. He knew that I was furious and that my hate towards my aunt Desire was huge. He wanted to take me out of this tsunami of rage. That's why he left a note for me before he died." She made a pause and took a deep breath. "It said: 'I'd rather die now than live eons without having met you.' So, I inserted it where my heart is, wove it with my flesh through magic as if it was the 'feeling' part of my heart, and it turned out it worked. Because it contained what mattered to me the most. I was able to be normal again. Well, more or less. I get usually dizzy."

"But how is this related to your dizziness?" He asked confused.

"I feel dizzy because you're close to me. Too close sometimes. Being close to you demands a lot to my poor heart. Usually a heart beats faster when excitement sets in. You create this emotion in me." She blushed revealingly. "My physical heart can't stand the rising pressure on its own, because it was used to a normal blood flow for a long time, because I never got excited for anything, ever. And the note can't help at all in this situation. It's what allows me to care, to feel, but it wasn't meant to deal with a sudden increased bloodstream. That's why I don't get the proper blood pressure in my head and I feel dizzy and feel like fainting. In spite of becoming normal, Desire is able once more to mess with me."

Gohan didn't know what to say right then. He was blushing too because he had enjoyed hearing her say that she felt excited when he was close to her.

"Anyway, that's what's wrong with me." Videl whispered.

"I'm glad you shared this with me." Gohan said smiling lightly, holding one of her hands then. She welcomed the physical contact.

"This huge pile of shit?" She raised an eyebrow as she softly interwove her fingers with his.

"I thought your health was at stake" He admitted feeling a rush of desire due to the touch of her fingers. "and I was determined to take you to the doctor like it or not, although a doctor would've never detected what's wrong with you, of course."

"No, not really. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before." She apologised and sighed. "It's not easy."

"No, it's not easy at all. But don't worry." Then he made a small pause and lightly and very gently rubbed the hand he was holding with his thumb.

The early morning sunlight falling on them through the window of his bedroom felt warmer than usual. Videl loved the touch of his hand on hers, and she suddenly felt like a spoiled little cat. Tiredness was affecting them bit by bit. It was high time they went to sleep, at least for a few hours.

"We should get some rest, Videl." He smiled tenderly at her, but feeling way too eager to lie in bed with her once more. He had been expecting that moment ever since they had woken up that morning. "And I'll try my best not to make you feel dizzy again. I swear."

"On the contrary!" Videl wildly answered back with pride. Gohan was amazed by her sudden comment. Then, she blushed a bit. "Don't mind my poor heart. This dizziness won't kill me. I'm tougher than that."

They stared at each other meaningfully. Both turned crimson, a fact which betrayed their thoughts straightaway.

Is she telling me I can feel free to touch her as I please? To kiss her as much as I want? – Gohan thought with amazement and lust. – She's so straightforward when she speaks her mind out. Oh, Videl,… You don't know what you're really talking about. Or maybe you do – and you want me to do what you've not let any man ever do to you. On this bed. My bed. Now. Because I love you, not because I might be influenced by a stupid mark.

"Anyway," Gohan whispered, clearing his throat and trying to change the subject. "what did you do with your 'feeling' half of your heart once you ripped it out by the way?"

"Oh, that's part of my mistake too." She hesitated but goes on. "I went to Desire's palace and decided to give her my 'feeling' heart since I didn't want it anymore."

"Why did you do that?" Gohan couldn't imagine why.

"To make Desire believe she'd won, so that she'd leave me alone. And she did." She replied darkly.

"Apart from the effects of the mark, which might've kept on working on you all the same." He suspected.

"But I didn't care."

"She still had power over you. She still does." He concluded with worry. "Can the mark be removed?"

"No, it's permanent. Very much like being a vampire. I'm stuck." She replied sadly.

"So she still has power over you. Always will."

"Well, yes, of course. Anyway… But at that moment, since I didn't have a proper heart and I didn't care, the effects of the mark didn't really bother me. Not like before, I can assure you. I admit what I did was a huge mistake, maybe I should've got more patience and I shouldn't have done all those things, but it's not that bad after all. At least I could live with myself when I felt nothing mattered. I could disconnect from this mess for some time."

"And now? Can you live with yourself?" He feared to ask.

"Sometimes… Only sometimes." She replied sadly. But then she smiled back at him with glowing, tender eyes. "I especially do when you're around."

"You. Drive. Me. Insane." He whispered with a husky voice, marking each word individually.

Next, he took off his shirt in a rush and threw it on the floor of his bedroom. It was already ruined because he had ripped a sleeve to perform a tourniquet a few minutes ago before coming home that night. Then, he took off his sunglasses and carelessly left them on the bedside table with a clang. Naturally, he took advantage of the chance that he was closer to her on his bed to lean on her while staring deeply into her eyes. He loved the way she had been staring with blushing cheeks at his well-built chest in sudden awe. It was the first time she had seen him without a shirt.

Why am I so stupid sometimes? – Videl asked herself with sarcasm. – Did I really expect him not to jump on me the second I said something nice and flirty to him? (HA! Like I don't want him to! Who am I kidding?) After what I've confessed to him? After what he's done to save my life tonight? After what he told me yesterday about Cell's harem and vampire semen causing sex addiction? About his desire to make love to me? This won't be over until he's fucked me senseless tonight… and I'm craving for it.

He shot his left hand to her right cheek and jawline, and then he kissed her deeply. With his right hand, he pulled her hair tie away slowly. And when her hair fell loose over her shoulders, he threw the hair tie over his shoulder, and it landed on the floor far away from them. Next, she started to play with the hem of her skin-tight top, and he helped her to take it off, to expose her body to him, slowly brushing her shoulders and arms in the process. She was wearing a sexy, lace push-up bra with tiny light blue roses over a black background. She looked stunning with only her bra and jeans on.

Then, he sank his right hand on her slender waist, and his left hand snaked to her nape. He angled her head so that he could tower over her and deepen the kiss. She was wet and ready, and dizzy, of course. When Gohan felt her arms go limp, he made her rest on his bed, with him over her. He spread his legs over hers, slightly leaning them on either side of her, but rested his weight over his knees and elbows because he didn't want to feel too imposing on her with his arousal.

All of a sudden, he stopped kissing her.

"Tell me to stop now." He whispered to her.

"Why?"

"Are you sure you want to go on, knowing the risk it implies?" He was referring to vampire semen causing sex addiction. "What if I…?"

"I trust you, Gohan. You wouldn't harm me, would you?"

"Never." He replied seriously.

"So, what are you afraid of? I'm not." She replied calmly.

Since she was smiling gently at him, he smiled back at her. He had never felt so sure of himself in his entire existence. She made him a better man. Then, he leaned his forehead on hers, stared deeply into her eyes, and went on thus:

"I just remembered you said that Erasa wants to chop off my dick. I don't want her to. I'm rather attached to it." He whispered to her raising an eyebrow briefly, but he went on seriously: "I'm afraid she's capable of it."

Videl hesitated, bit her lower lip, and then she found the courage to go on whispering thus:

"She won't. Because: 1. She's a human Barbie and you're a vampire: she cannot beat you or outsmart you."

He drafted a grin on his face.

"2. Sharpner won't let her anywhere near your dick." She added. "I'm quite sure he'd get jealous."

His grin was a bit larger, and then she whispered softly, sweetly:

"And last but not least, 3. I won't tell her."

Videeeeeel… Don't tempt me any further. – Gohan thought trying to hold his inner beast at bay, but smiling with naught. – If I let go, I won't be able to stop, not even if you beg me to.

"I swear I won't tell her." She repeated sweetly.

"Your eyes would. And mine." He whispered softly too as he dared to brush his thumb on her cheek.

"Sometimes I think that you've already fucked me with your eyes." She added then.

He chuckled and smirked at her.

"And I've never had enough." He admitted with a grin, feeling he was unable to stop himself anymore.

When his lips crashed onto hers once more, his whole weight fell on her. His arms were holding her possessively, his hips were pinning hers onto his bed, his knees had managed to force her legs to part for him, and his arousal felt hot and hard brushing her inner thigh through the fabric of their jeans. She moaned hopelessly in his mouth when suddenly…

"I knew it! GET OFF HER!" Trunks yelled at them after breaking in through the window. The glass had harmed his arms, which started to bleed from several cuts. "Or it's going to be me who chops off your dick!"

"Trunks!" Videl exclaimed gasping for air when she saw him, still in Gohan's embrace.

"You. Out of my house." Gohan's blood-shot eyes met the aggressive tone of his voice. He released Videl, who was staring back at him as he sat up on his bed, facing Trunks. "NOW!"

"Make me, puny vamp." Trunks replied daringly with a cocky pose to provoke him.

That was when Gohan sprang into action, tackled him like a rugby player, and when both their bodies collided, they fell out of the window and down below in Gohan's messy garden.

Videl sighed loudly, still lying on Gohan's bed.

I wish I had some peace and quiet. – She thought with the sound of fighting, ki-blast shooting and grunting in the background. – For once in my life. I just want to…

She sighed once more and softly closed her eyes.

A few minutes later, she had fallen asleep. She was exhausted and felt no need to interrupt those two. If they wanted to beat each other, it was their business. Not hers. She was fed up with it. And too tired. Her eyelids had felt way too heavy then. No wonder she had fallen asleep.

Not long after that, Gohan got a glimpse of her dormant figure on his bed during the fight. She was still half undressed, with only her jeans and bra on. A mere glimpse of her and he was horny – and obviously he got distracted during the fight. Trunks benefitted from that slip to knock him over with a single, hard punch. Gohan was sent flying to the other extreme of the garden and violently crashed onto the wooden fence.

"Dude…" Gohan said as he got up again with a mischievous grin on his face. "You caught me with my guard down. Not cool."

"Sorry, not sorry." Trunks whispered back in a cocky way.

"Fine with me. Especially 'cos she's asleep on my bed. I guess we've both got a decent blow, huh?"

Trunks could only clench his teeth and fists due to Gohan's bragging. His frown was stern and imposing, and was unable to express how angry he felt with words. He wanted to kick Gohan's ass until the end of time instead.

ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Gohan and Trunks' battle didn't last long, and it ended a draw. The next day, Videl and Gohan had been invited over at the Nakamura's household to have a cup of tea.

"You have to invite us, dear." Mrs Nakamura politely insisted once more as Erasa, Videl, Sharpner, Gohan, Mr Nakamura and herself enjoyed a cup of tea in the Nakamuras' living room that delightful Sunday afternoon. "I'd love to see Gohan's house, Videl. I've always invited him over to our house, but he's never invited us in return." She was being pushy, but she loved it.

The men were having their own conversation, but they were not far from the ladies. So they could hear absolutely everything even if they wanted to.

"I'm actually curious to know if Gohan treats you like you deserve, Videl." Erasa then said and stared menacingly at Videl after delivering that sarcastic comment.

Erasa would not speak openly about Gohan and Videl's indecent decision of living together in front of her parents (because they didn't know about the fact that both young adults weren't in fact cousins, like the rest of the city: Sharpner and Erasa had had their lips sealed the entire time), so Erasa had decided to launch a series of ill-meant comments at Videl instead. If words were daggers, Videl would be bleeding profusely – or that was what Erasa wanted to achieve, at least.

"I've been told that he neglects the household #1 basics. Is it true? I'm sure he's relieved to hand over those tasks to you, Videl." Erasa added with naught.

But Videl could play pretty well at that game. She was tougher than that. Erasa was no match for her.

"Oh, you mustn't worry about that." Videl answered politely, taking a sip from her cup of tea. "He's a perfect gentleman and lets me do as I please. He can take care of any usual household task, like me." She said as she shot back a defiant look at Erasa.

Gohan blushed a bit when he overheard Videl's perfectly polite thrust at Erasa. He knew what was going on there between those two, of course. In fact, he had dealt with Sharpner before coming to tea, telling him to check on Erasa closely, that if he had revealed their secret mission to her it was his full responsibility, especially if she got in trouble; and to mind their own business as regards what Videl and he decided to do at a personal level. Sharpner had not even tried to defy Gohan, he had agreed, in fact he was fully on board from the very start – and yes, it had annoyed him that Erasa had taken that issue far too personally. Especially the part in which she wanted to chop off Gohan's dick.

"But he doesn't have servants. How can you manage the two of you on your own, sweetie?" Mrs Nakamura asked worried as she detected the strange eye contact between Videl and her daughter. "I could lend you some."

Almost everyone had noticed it, except Mr Nakamura, who was busy talking to Sharpner and Gohan about his new local policies as regards public safety.

In fact, it had been Gohan's doing. Even before he had met Videl, he had been trying to get this too naive mayor involved into thinking about new ways to guarantee that the police would work the way they used to. While Sharpner had been dating his daughter, and Gohan had become close to Videl, Gohan had got a chance to be closer to him and to encourage him to go further. And bit by bit, Gohan had achieved that Mr Nakamura had developed a new public safety policy. New measures would be implemented to guarantee a better, more effective police service. Gohan hoped it might just prove useful against Perfect Cell at some point. They knew nothing about vampires, but everything would be better if the police was once again the loyal force it used to be.

In the meantime, Videl was thinking of a good answer to Mrs Nakamura's question about having servants.

"We can handle everything quite well without servants, Mrs Nakamura. Having servants is meant for larger estates, like yours for example. Gohan's house isn't that big or hard to handle, really. In addition, he just enjoys his privacy. That's why he hates having servants." Videl politely said as Erasa's eyes scrutinised her in an absolutely analytic and mischievous way, as if trying to decipher Videl's words into an indecent secret message. Erasa was heavily musing on what Gohan's 'privacy' exactly meant.

Sharpner rolled his eyes in exasperation as he tried to be genuinely interested in Mr Nakamura's monologue about how satisfied he was with the last amendments he had made, and how thrilled his fellow members of the local administration were. Gohan couldn't help but grin. He fully trusted Videl on winning that epic oral battle of sorts against Erasa.

"You're so right, love." Mrs Nakamura added. "You always are. Our estate needs far more work, and servants. You're right."

"Mrs Nakamura, I beg your pardon." Gohan suddenly cut into the ladies' conversation. "I'm sorry to interrupt you, but as regards inviting you, Mr and Mrs Nakamura, Videl and I would be delighted to invite you to have lunch next Saturday, if it suits you. Sharpner and Erasa are invited too, if they don't think it inconvenient. If you haven't got any plans already, of course."

"Oh, really?!" Mrs Nakamura asked as if she was about to faint. "Finally! We're delighted, aren't we, Erasa?!" Then, she stared meaningfully at her daughter. Then, Erasa nodded only to please her mother. "But I hope we won't intrude in your affairs. I'd be awfully sorry to have pushed you, dear Gohan. I know it might seem as if I have pushed you to invite us with my earlier comment."

Oh, but she always had. She constantly pushed people around to do as she pleased. Mr Nakamura just sighed in disbelief.

"Not at all, Mrs Nakamura." Gohan asked him a bit too amused. "What do you think, Mr Nakamura? Am I indulging your wife's whims too much?"

"I bet you do, Gohan!" Mr Nakamura answered also amused and then he chuckled, which made Gohan smile with confidence. "And now I'll have to cope with her excitement throughout the entire week! Good Lord!"

Mrs Nakamura was famous for having the poorest nerves in the city. She couldn't help it, poor thing. She got overexcited about stuff and then she couldn't control herself. If there was a party being prepared, she was just nuts about it until it was time to go. And she was bound to do it again that time.

Erasa was far from satisfied with the direction the conversation was going. It was far too easy and comfy for Videl. It looked as if she had won already. Erasa began to feel moody, frowned and clenched her fists.

"By the way, Gohan." Mrs Nakamura added swiftly. "How are your eyes? Is your medical condition any better?"

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Mrs Nakamura." He replied mildly sadly.

A white lie. The only one he needed to tell people whenever they asked about why he wore such strange sunglasses even indoors and at night.

His eyes were not suffering from any illness, but his entire body was. He was a vampire. Unwillingly. He had been looking for a cure to his condition, but he had never found it. There probably wasn't any. And that kind of questions, that kind of moments, made him remember he was stuck. The dark red sunglasses were only meant to hide how foul, evil and inhuman his eyes became when he got angry or went into fight mode. He didn't want to take any chances, so he wore them constantly, and told that white lie about having a strange illness in his eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, dear." Mrs Nakamura replied with love. "Don't despair. Someday, you just never know. Medical research is taking huge leaps in this new age."

Gohan just sighed almost inaudibly, and didn't reply anything at all. In the meantime, Erasa was plotting what to do.

"I'm not letting it go." Erasa mouthed almost breathlessly to Videl in anger all of a sudden. She didn't want anyone to hear them. "Wait and see."

"Bring it on." Videl replied in the same fashion.

"You think you're tougher than me because you hunt vampires, right?"

"No, I don't think so. I am tougher than you in any sense. So drop it, or you'll get hurt."

"You wouldn't hurt me. You love me too much." Erasa replied cockily. "And because you know I'm right about how indecent both of you are being."

"OK, fine. You're right. I won't hurt you, but I'll make you cry." Videl spat back at her. "I know what buttons to push to make you regret arguing with me. You don't even know half my story. You don't even let me explain how hard my life is. Besides, I've got my own bedroom, you know. And we would, like, NEVER lie in the same bed, for Christ's sake."

Yeah, like we've never done that! – Videl thought with naught. – I really hope she buys it, though.

"That's not a good excuse." Erasa replied whispering angrily.

"Come on. You're being a dick and you know it." Videl complained also whispering in the same bad mood.

"I'm not being a dick!" Erasa almost lost control of the volume of her voice, so much so that her mother almost noticed they were having a fight.

"Yes, you are being a dick." Gohan suddenly interrupted their argument by delivering that passive-aggressive whisper directly into Erasa's ear from behind her back.

He had overheard it all and decided to interrupt by sneaking behind Erasa to threaten her. Having Gohan so close to her and so unexpectedly made Erasa's heart do a horrific flip in her chest. It had physically hurt. Luckily, she hadn't yelled at the top of her lungs, but she had been close to releasing such a shriek.

"God Almighty!" Erasa exclaimed in a whisper. "Videl, put a leash around your vampire boyfriend's neck!"

"Maybe Sharpner should put a leash around yours." Gohan whispered threateningly to her before Videl could reply.

"Gohan, please." Videl whispered trying to chide him.

"OK, fine." He whispered apologetically. "I'm sorry, Erasa. I'm not gonna bite you. Although you're a pain in the ass. And I can't stand people who are a pain in the ass. I've bitten and killed for less."

Erasa got paler. Then, Gohan smirked and went away.

"Erasa, look at me." Videl whispered to her. "Hey, look at me. Gohan might scare the shit out of you right now, but he's good. My life is a lot more complicated than you think. You don't have to worry about whether Gohan behaves with propriety or not. But he does. Take my word for it. If you don't trust me, it's your problem. I've always been a good friend to you, so I really think you value my word. You should. Am I wrong, perhaps? Don't tell me I'm wrong, please, Erasa. I want us to be good friends, as usual. So stop nagging me. I know what I'm doing."

"I'll tell everybody you're not cousins." Erasa threatened Videl. "Starting with my parents. They'll freak out the second they know the truth. Leave his house and come back here, tonight."

"You dare to blackmail me?!" Videl asked amazed and angry.

"You'll pack your fucking stuff and come back here this evening." Erasa added with badly-repressed ire. "Or else I'll tell on you."

"No. Not gonna happen. It's not like the world cares so much about two young adults living together and unmarried anymore." Videl replied daringly. "The world has changed. We're in the 21st century, Erasa! Like I care if you tell the truth."

Together and unmarried. – Gohan was still overhearing their conversation and got tense when he heard it all. – Fuck, now I'm never gonna be able to erase the image of Videl dressed in white for me from my mind.

Erasa remained silent, staring intensely at Videl with her eyes on fire.

"If I say no, it's no." Videl insisted. "I'm not gonna give in to your demands. And don't look at me like that."

"The world you live in still cares." Erasa went on. "We might live in the 21st century, but my parents care. A lot. I care. And I'm pretty sure Trunks cares too. Gohan should care. You too. You're either surrendering or going down."

"Oh, not bloody likely. Try me." Videl replied defiantly.

ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"Why on Earth did you invite them?!" Videl asked madly at Gohan once they were home that evening. She was not very angry, but still she was frowning madly at him.

They were in his bedroom, chatting while getting ready to go to bed. They were talking while giving each other their backs. It was the third night in a row that they were together in his bedroom, although the previous night had been almost entirely spent hunting vampires and then Gohan wasted the rest of it fighting against Trunks. The soft artificial light from the streetlamps outside was shining through the curtains as they started to undress, each on either side of his bed, with their backs turned to each other. They didn't bother to turn on any lights.

"You just can't say no." Gohan replied calmly. "Mrs Nakamura was pushing you, I noticed. But you can't just ignore her plea all your life. Besides, you're the good one at master planning." He smiled as if she was his accomplice in a crime while taking off his shirt and trousers. "You know how to get out of this one already, don't you?"

He had been staring at Videl's shadow on the wall in front of him the entire time while she was getting undressed. Her slender silhouette projected on the wall was tempting him all the time.

"Gohan," Videl said half-angry, half-defeated. She sighed. "I hate you so much." She didn't really mean it, of course. "Because you know me."

Then, she couldn't control her lips anymore and she drew a beautiful but naughty smile with them. She pulled her hair tie and let her hair cascade over her exposed shoulders.

God Almighty. – Gohan thought with unrivalled lust. – I wish I could turn back now even though she's not dressed. I can hear how the fabric of her clothes brushes her skin as she takes them off. It's driving me crazy. And her hair, loose. Fuck.

"By the way," Videl added then when she had finished putting on her silk summer nightgown with thin straps. "I didn't need your help to handle Erasa."

She turned around to face him. She had heard him not moving for some time then, so she knew he had finished putting on his summer pyjamas before she was done. They looked snug on his well-build figure. His sunglasses were on the bedside table.

"I know. I just wanted to freak her out." He replied when he sensed her turning to him, and then he lay down on his bed with both his arms stretched over his head. Then, he dared to look straight at her, and began to have filthy thoughts about her.

"And you did. Brilliantly. She almost shrieked." She added playfully as she sat on his bed and stared at him. She was resting her weight on one arm, slightly leaning towards him as she spoke.

"But it wasn't enough." He said seriously.

"Nope. She'll be hard to handle from now on." She said in the same mood.

"Videl…" He whispered sternly, not sure whether to ask her about it or not. "I overheard your entire conversation. She said I should care."

They fell silent for some seconds.

"Do you think I should care?" He whispered softly to her. "Am I being a dick?"

"No, of course not." She replied sweetly.

"Will she tell everybody?"

"About our little secret? No, I don't think so. She's putting up a show."

"I'd rather not risk it."

She sighed.

"What am I supposed to do, Gohan?"

He didn't answer. He could only stare at her and wish he could freeze time so that he could spend the rest of his existence with her in his bedroom.

"You must let me have my own bedroom, and you know it." She went on softly. "I'll show them around the house next Saturday, when they come over to have lunch with us. We still got 6 days left, Gohan. There's enough time to prepare for it. I'll get everything ready so that they don't have a single chance to complain. Not even Erasa. If her parents know the truth about us, I'll have a memorable speech ready. I swear they won't see it coming. I'm a sneaky little bee. And if they don't panic, well, better for us. It'll be even easier. Don't worry. Everything will be fine."

"And next you'll tell me you…"

"And next I'll tell you that Trunks is not kidnapping me again." She interrupted him. "Your fight ended in a draw, but he got bruised all over; and his pride, wounded."

"Like mine." He added, hurt.

"Why is your pride wounded, pray?" She asked raising an eyebrow at him.

"I wanted to kick his ass and make him cower." He admitted with a mild degree of frustration.

"But you couldn't." She concluded softly. "Don't be mad about it. You made a stand. For me. And besides, you already knew he's good at putting up a fight. After what happened last night, I don't think he's gonna try again."

"He's gonna spy on us and break in the second I try to get close to you, that's for sure." He said seriously.

"Maybe. And that's why you should let me have my own bedroom. Don't you think so?" She insisted cheerfully. "He wouldn't feel the need to break in, I guess."

"You're unbelievably persuasive, Videl." He sighed once in admission of defeat, with a gentle grin on his face. "But tonight you're staying with me." He said staring deeply into her eyes and using a husky voice. "And I don't care whether Trunks is watching us."

Having said that, suddenly he rolled to one side, grabbed one of her knees, and pulled it down so that her whole body would fall flat on the mattress with one swift move, right beside him. She gasped in amazement. With his hand still grabbing her knee, he leaned over her. Next, he yanked the knee he was holding over his hip. She put both her hands on his chest while he got closer and closer.

"I need to make the most of tonight." He whispered meaningfully at her. "Before you escape from me again."

"Escape from you? Please! I'll be right next to you, my bedroom will be a few feet away from yours!" She mocked a complaint.

Then, he let out a single, softly-repressed grunt as he slid that hand up her exposed thigh in a rough, possessive move, and kissed her wildly. He eventually left that hand resting on her hipbone, sinking his fingers in her flesh. His other hand had sneaked right behind her and was holding her by her waist.

When she felt his arousal on the outside of her panties, pressing onto her clit, she moaned softly into his mouth. She was feeling hot, wet and dizzy, as usual. Only a thin piece of summer clothing was separating them, and that was when she remembered how rash he could be, for example, when he had pulled her bracelets a few days ago until they broke and the beads got scattered on the floor. Would he do the same to her underwear the second it bothered him?

She started to slowly caress his collarbone, neck and jawline with an index finger. Then, he put his left hand softly beneath the cloth of her panties, she moaned lightly into his mouth and silently begged him to slide it down, and he pretended not to understand.

Unexpectedly, however, since her legs were already parted, she pushed herself towards him. Due to that bold move on her behalf, he moaned lowly into her mouth. She started rocking her hips very slowly, brushing her cunt against his dick, tantalising him.

Then, he stopped kissing her and gasped. He suddenly sank his head in the crook of her neck and breathed hard. She had noticed his muscles tense all of a sudden by the way his shoulders had become rock-hard under her hands. Then, he lifted his head again to stare at her and said:

"If you do that again, I'll…" He whispered mildly angered, threatening her.

Then, Videl put her forefinger on his lips and spoke thus:

"Whatever it is, do it to me." She whispered rather apologetically (although she didn't feel sorry about it), surrendering to his mighty stare. "I don't care."

That sentence triggered the beast within him, so much so that he ruthlessly undressed her completely and swiftly took off his clothes too. He loved the way his shadow was cast on her naked body before him. And she loved the way the artificial light from the streetlamp entering the room outlined his naked chest, head and spiky hair. But she couldn't enjoy the sight for much longer, since he sank his head between her thighs, with darker intentions. That bold move caught her by surprise. As soon as he had yanked her panties, he licked her wet folds for the first time, and she arched her back and moaned loudly once, and later she gasped for air.

Next, she hopelessly yelled in a weak whisper:

"Oooh my God, Gohan!"

Her cheeks were aflame. That heavenly torture went on for quite some time, but she never regretted having spurred Gohan beyond his self-control. He had got hold of her hips and thighs with his strong hands, never failing to keep her pinned down where he wanted her. And he licked on and on, tantalising her as much as he wanted. A never-ending flow of moans kept springing from her delicate, throbbing lips, which was a pride-spurring reward for Gohan.

Whenever she got tense and tried to move her hips, he'd softly pretend to bite one of her inner thighs until she froze. She understood she had to stay put. Then, he would kiss her inner thigh softly, only once, and he'd get back to licking her wet folds once more.

"Tell me you like it." He whispered at her all of a sudden.

She hesitated and blushed wildly for a couple of seconds, but right when he teased her a bit further by licking her cunt a bit more daringly, she found the courage to speak.

"Isn't it obvious by now?" She asked a bit shyly between moans.

He smirked at her wet folds.

"Proud girl…" He whispered at her with naught.

Then, he dived into her wet folds once more as if he was going to do it harder to her, and she knew he would make it count as some sort of punishment because of her pride, but suddenly he stopped, waited a couple of seconds and then he hardly touched her throbbing, wet folds just once with his tongue. Videl winced in anticipation of something he suddenly would not give her.

"Oh, my…!" She eventually said gasping and frowning. "Don't… stop…"

The fact that Gohan had barely touched her and stopped was driving her crazy.

"What did you say?" His husky voice was almost one of those fearful growls, and she loved the sound of it.

She gasped once before forsaking her pride and giving in:

"I like it." She whispered feebly.

He smirked again, and then he proceeded to give her what she needed. On and on he licked, and whenever her hips accidentally bucked against him, he subdued them with his mighty hands and softly biting her inner thigh without hurting her.

"I like it, Gohan…" She repeated freely between gasps and moans after some time.

He realised she was completely free, that he had bent her pride lick by lick, and then he tried to push her a bit further.

"Do you think Trunks would ever make you feel like this, Videl?" He asked her with a daring lick on her wet folds.

She was breathing hard by then, but she could still manage to use some air to speak:

"Not bloody likely. Ow." She was about to burst. "And if he comes here, I'll kill him myself."

Out of the blue, Videl's mobile phone rang. It was a WhatsApp text message. It demanded her immediate attention with its intermittent green light, waiting patiently on the bedside table. They both ignored it: Gohan kept licking her wet folds and Videl kept on moaning and gasping.

Another text message. Who cared? None of them did.

And another one.

And another one.

And another one.

And another one.

"For fuck's sake!" Gohan exclaimed. "Either you turn it off or I'll smash it!"

When Videl reached out to get it and to turn it off, it started ringing again. That time it was an incoming call.

"Oh, no… Not now." Videl complained. She refused the call immediately, and then she read the text messages. She got pale. "WTF…"

"What?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"It's Erasa. She wants to know what the heck we think we're doing right now." She replied fearing Gohan's reaction.

"What?! How dare she speak like that?! How can she even know what we're doing?!"

"There's a drone with a thermal cam. Outside the window." She said feebly, and then she bit her lower lip.

Gohan automatically turned to the window, pulled the curtains open, and saw the damn thing flying in front of him. In a fit of rage, he opened the windowpanes, shot his middle finger at the cam, swiftly caught it, ripped the helixes off, and smashed the rest under his bare feet with an angry, feral growl and panting.

When he was done, he looked back at Videl, who was sitting naked on his bed, staring at him. Her mobile phone was on her right hand, but unattended. His blood-shot eyes were the most menacing thing Videl had ever seen in her entire life. His fangs were protruding from his mouth. The silver moonlight was casting a halo all around his naked body from behind, dipping gently into the darkness wherever his muscles had been chiselled to emulate the perfection of a god. She couldn't help but staring at how the light shone on his hard jawline, his thick neck, his tense, broad shoulders, his strong-as-steel arms, his chiselled ribs, his slender waist and hipbones, his long legs,… He was staring meaningfully at her, with a hard-rock arousal. He was a fearful thing to behold.

"I'm going to assume she's taped the whole thing." She whispered then, fearing the worst. "We're soooo screwed right now."

"And I'm gonna steal that bloody tape and keep it." He replied with a deadly, husky voice. "After I have screwed you."

Videl's pupils widened, her lips hung half open, and her heart skipped a beat. The next thing she knew, he was on top of her on his bed. He had moved so fast towards her that she had almost missed it. She was able to put her arms over his shoulders as he had made her lie down once again on his bed. She softly caressed his nape with one hand, then she reached for his cheek with the other, and before he could kiss her, she whispered full of guilt:

"Have mercy on me."

"Why?" He asked raising an eyebrow at her. He was not getting it.

"Because instead of stopping her, I provoked her. I've caused this. It's my fault."

"Oh, no, Videl. No, no, no. This is not your fault." He replied with determination and smiling to her. "She's evil. And you're my… sweet… angel."

"I should've given in to her demands." She whispered back sadly.

"No, Videl. You should give in to my demands right now." He said with confidence, and when she raised an eyebrow full of curiosity at him, he explained: "1. Stop talking, and 2. Be mine."

Having said that, he crashed his lips onto hers and kissed her wildly. He made her legs part with a gentle push of his knees, and then he didn't lose a second to enter into her swollen cunt with his dick. Slowly but demandingly, he penetrated her. She raised her legs to accommodate him better. She gasped and moaned like before. His eager thrusts met hers. They spent some minutes doing it nice and slow, but it wasn't before long he came to a halt. He got closer to the bedside table and took out a condom.

"I'm not going to act responsibly if anyone dares to interrupt us again." He whispered to her when he was done putting it on and when he was ploughing deep into her again.

She was feeling too dizzy to be able to answer properly, so she just moaned softly.

Next, he wanted to change their position. He gently held her in his arms as he lifted her from his bed. He sat up, knees bent and parted, and sat her on him and his arousal. She gently leaned on him, embracing him around his neck. Her arms were extended on his back and crossed, there was no strength on her hands, her fingers were lazily flexed, and her arms simply hung helplessly, like her legs on either side of his waist. He started to slide his hands up and down her body in a possessive attitude, very much in unison with his last words, like an alpha marking his territory. He speeded up the rhythm of his thrusts.

But when his right hand dangerously got too close to Desire's mark, she gasped in fear and shot her left hand to his wrist to stop him.

"Don't." She whispered feebly. "Remember."

"Oh, I do remember." He replied with a lusty grin on his lips while he kept on grinding his hips against hers softly but deeply then. "How can something that makes me feel so good be so bad, Videl? Tell me."

He wanted to be free to touch her mark because he was fully convinced it wouldn't mess up with his feelings for her, but she frowned deeply, marring that blissful expression she had been wearing on her face.

"Don't touch it." She answered weakly, like before, while her body softly moved helplessly as if her hips were dancing on his. Her long hair also moved in the same fashion, and it made him crave her more and more. "I mean it. If you want to stay in control of your body and soul, never touch it. Never think of it again. It would mess with your head, and make you do things you didn't mean to do."

"I'm tougher than that." He replied with pride.

"The last time you just brushed it accidentally with a single finger." She added with worry. "And look what it did to you. You almost lost control. I didn't need to read your mind, I saw your body trying to rule over your mind, or die trying."

"And would that be bad? I love you." He claimed with the weight of a universal truth.

"You would probably end up making me your sexy junkie, remember?" Her eyes told him how shocked she had been when he had told her about Cell's harem. "You would not control your actions. And you said you didn't want to see me like that."

He hissed softly and clenched his teeth. She was right.

"True." He replied feeling more reasonable then. "You can make me addicted to you, in the same way that I can make you addicted to me. How wicked that is?" He sensed a smile starting to form on his lips, but he just stared at her and sunk his fingers deeper into her waist.

"Wicked in a bad sense, Gohan." She replied seriously, but then she sighed and stared lovingly into his eyes. "Craving to touch is the first effect of the mark. It's normal. I'm not holding it against you." She added softly. "Just make love to me, Gohan. It'll be perfect. Just you and me, and nothing else messing with us."

"Fine with me." He purred, and then he went on making love to her a bit more roughly than before.

"Oh, Gohan…" She whispered as she softly closed her eyes and rested her forehead on his.

Then, she exhaled softly as her lips came closer to his and she kissed him softly, but he was no longer in the mood for soft anymore. He made the kiss more demanding, like his eager thrusts into her body. She moaned and it wasn't long before she started panting and gasping for air.

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"Perfect Cell," Android 18 seductively whispered to him using a husky voice as she came closer to him. He was sitting on his favourite chair in the largest living room in his mansion in Japan. The decoration was western, very modern, and obsessively in golden, black and white hues. "I've made the greatest discovery." She whispered naughtily into Cell's right ear.

Android 17 was present and he just raised an eyebrow every time Android 18 tried to seduce Perfect Cell. He was expecting Perfect Cell to slap her for being too straightforward. And desperate. He could even smell how wet she was for him.

In the meantime, Cell had been ignoring her entrance in the room, reading the local paper and having a sip of whiskey. As far as he was concerned, he enjoyed female company only when he could torture them, rape them, enslave them, and drain them when he was bored of seeing them around. So he would never enjoy Android 18. He had fucked her, yes, but she couldn't be brainwashed since she was already a vampire. She could not get addicted to sex. She would never be the prey that he so desperately and constantly needed to satisfy him.

"If you have something to tell me," Cell insisted once more on her telling the news as swiftly as she could. He couldn't stand her teasing. She was constantly doing it, but Cell didn't rejoice in it. He was bored like hell. That was why he got usually angry and stern with her and ended up speaking rashly to her. "please do so at once. I'm getting bored."

"Soon you won't be…" She said as she massaged his broad shoulders. "Your dear Gohan has been very, very naughty this time. You won't believe how stupid he's become."

"Oh, really, sister?" Android 17 chuckled. He was really amused then.

"I'm not speaking to you, brother." She said drily to him.

"I couldn't care less." He answered back and kept on giggling. "So, you were saying… Gohan's been a naughty boy, hasn't he? What is it this time?"

"Yeah, what is it?" Cell insisted, still bored.

"All those killings were not made by a hunter, but by a group of hunters, Perfect Cell." She explained.

"Oh dear, he's been training an army against us, isn't he?" Android 17's laughter filled the room.

"I don't fear an army of hunters. What's so special about them?" Cell asked still mildly bored. He didn't care one bit whether Gohan had an army. He already had his.

"One of its members is Sharpner." Android 18 said playfully. Android 17 is genuinely amazed now. "He's a grown man now… and very strong, I must admit. He's quite dangerous. I'm sure he could kill you, brother. He must still remember you. From when we killed his mother."

"Lil' Sharpner, a hunter? Who would've imagined that?" Android 17 chuckled again.

"Again, Android 18, boring." Cell said. "Who cares? He's just a puny human. He will not impress me. He was born weak. He is no match for me."

"An another of its members is a young lady, Cell. Don't you find this interesting?" She added then.

"A young woman, a hunter?" Cell's interest sparked. He turned around to face Android 18.

"Yes, and she's good at it. She carries a silver sword and she's quite special, let's say." She added. She took her mobile phone from her thin leather coat, unblocked it, opened the camera app, and passed it over the table in from of them. Both males stared at the picture for some time, relishing on Videl's striking beauty.

"God Almighty… she's gorgeus." Android 17 whispered, salivating.

"I really want to fight against her…" Cell's mouth got filled with venom, lust and expectation. "… and drain her. Maybe, I can turn her and make her mine."

Android 18's evil laughter filled the air then. She obviously felt jealous, but she knew that Videl could never be his that way. That's why she was laughing.

"I'm so sorry, Cell." She told him not feeling sorry for him.

"What?" He asked with a frown.

"I said, I'm so sorry, Cell. But… she's… not… human." Android 18 said playing with words. "You can't turn her."

"Why not?!" He said angrily. Then, he chilled out and thought about it. He suddenly got the idea. "Is she already a vampire?!"

"Nope." Android 18 said playfully.

"Then, what?" Cell asked enraged as he took a threatening step towards her. She found it hot and felt wet for him when he had done so.

"She's an angel." She whispered smiling broadly.

Both Cell and Android 17 laughed wholeheartedly.

"Good… This will be fun!" Cell rejoiced. "I've never been close to an angel. Interesting! Good job, Android 18."

It was rare that Cell congratulated a job well done, so Android 18 politely thanked him.

"What's her name?" Cell asked with lust.

"Videl."

"What a lovely name!" Android 17 said playfully as he stared a bit more at her picture, holding the mobile phone closer to his face, with a lusty grin as if he was 'reading' a porn magazine full of naked young ladies, trying to ignore he had got company.

"But there's more to her, Cell. So much more." She said coming closer to him seductively. "This is the juiciest bit of information."

"What is it? I just can't wait to know." Cell whispered huskily to her. He was eager than ever to listen to every single word she said, which didn't usually happen. His eyes were locked into hers possessively. He certainly knew how to tease her, how to use her.

"Gohan's in love with her." She said with a tempting but thin voice. Then, the evil grin on her face grew as big as Cell's amazed expanding pupils. Obviously that bit of information made the males burst into a wild, evil laughter.

"Now I understand why you said that Gohan's been a naughty boy!" Android 17 said nodding at her. "Oh, boy, that's a good one!"

"This is just perfect!" Cell was in heaven right then. He clasped his hands over his chest and looked above his head as if he was thanking God for this. Next, he softly closed his eyes as if he was in ecstasy and vehemently whispered: "Perfect! I just can't wait to make him suffer." Then, he chuckled lightly. "What an idiot! It'll be lovely to crush her in my arms and steal this beautiful rose from Gohan's garden. I'll make her mine! So fucking mine!" He said enjoying every single word.

"I'm not finished yet:" Android 18 added as playfully as before, but that time she was deliberately trying to hide the fact that her jealousy was seriously starting to consume her. "they live together, unmarried, and she…"

Android 18's speech was suddenly cut by Cell's and Android 17's laughter once more. Cell's eyes were full of lust for Videl. And Android 18 knew that look. Jealousy was bad company. She had envisioned telling that juicy bit of news to Cell, teasing him and having intercourse with him as some sort of reward. But instead Cell envisioned having sex with Videl and enjoying the suffering on Gohan's behalf. The wounds that Cell caused on her heart were treated with neglect because she could've easily foretold that behaviour from him, but she had just chosen to ignore it until it was too late.

"This is unbelievable!" Cell said excited. "I can't believe Gohan can be so stupid!" He chuckled again. He couldn't believe his luck.

"But there was one little detail about her that didn't actually fit. There was something obviously wrong about her and I wanted to know what exactly." She whispered seriously then. "That's why it took me a bit longer to spy on her."

"And what's that? Do you mind telling me?" Cell's curiosity could not be contained any longer. The more Android 18 told him about Videl, the more impressed he became.

"Even though she's an angel, she's got a dark secret. Here's what I found out speaking amongst demons and other beasts of the underworld…" He voice was stern but she was relishing in the expectation that she caused in them while exposing Videl's dark secret. "… and Gohan knows nothing about it. Listen very carefully."

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Android 18 had just finished telling Videl's dark secret. After having told them all she had discovered, Android 18 fell silent. Neither Android 17 nor Perfect Cell said anything further. They were not smiling or frowning. They didn't expect this outcome. That went far beyond their imagination.

Then, Cell turned around and made as if he was about to leave the living room while he was musing on his own private thoughts. He seemed to need sometime on his own, but he stopped right before the threshold, which right then was just a mere dark corner of the room.

"Gohan doesn't know about this, does he?" Cell said using his well-known dark, husky voice. "Does he suspect anything at least?"

"No, he doesn't." Android 18 whispered back seriously. "I don't think he suspects anything. He's blindly in love with her."

"Of course." Cell replied showing his fangs in the darkness. "He cannot know. If he knew, he'd… be forced… to do something about it. He would be devastated." He added with a naughty smirk.

Android 18's grin faded away in the same way the screen turned to black when a movie ends. She knew what kind of ideas could dawn in Cell's evil mind.

"I think I have got a plan." Cell finally whispered with naught.

Whenever Cell had got a plan, it was usually something really nasty. And since it involved a young woman, Android 18 frowned. She was obviously thwarted.