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Maybe I don't need to tell her; maybe I should let my actions speak for themselves. What's the worst that could happen?
Videl's POV
THUMP, THUMP...
Hmm...?
THUMP, THUMP...
That sound...
I feel a cool breeze brush teasingly against the bare skin of my exposed shoulders and neck, the sensation causing goosebumps to rise up along my skin as I shiver lightly in discomfort. I tiredly open my eyes to be greeted by an unfamiliar darkness surrounding me, the dim lighting from the early morning sky barely allowing me enough to light to make out the dying embers of the fire or the surrounding crumbled boulders scattered across the floor. I groggily blink my eyes to clear them of sleep, beginning to recognise the shape of the cave, the fire, the marked wall, and the larger man laying beneath me. I feel my cheeks quickly warming into a soft hue of pink as I spot several pieces of mine and Gohan's clothing clumped into a messy pile beside the fire, reminding me of mine and Gohan's state of undress. A soft smile makes its way onto my lips as I hazily recall the events of last night, remembering the party, our dance, the kiss, and the immense pleasure that concluded the night.
That's right, last night...Gohan and I...the party, the dance, the kiss, and then...then we...
Shifting my eyes to the warm and well-built body beneath mine, I can't help but trace my gaze along Gohan's bare chest, which remained uncovered by the blanket, taking my time to attentively admire every scar and ripple of muscle that I had touched and kissed last night. I close my eyes and slowly move my palm across his hard chest to rest my palm gently over his heart, feeling it's steady and strong beating beneath my fingertips, finding the rhythm gradually lulling me back to sleep. However, right as I my consciousness is about to slip away, another cool breeze rushes over my body once again, sending an uncomfortable chill to run down my spine, this one seeming to be much colder than the last. I shift my body uncomfortably against Gohan's as I begin to feel self-conscious of my bare flesh being pressed firmly against his, never having been so vulnerable with someone before.
Last night was more amazing than anything I've ever dreamt of. The way Gohan held me...and touched me...I've never felt so good, so loved. I used to judge girls that would swoon over having sex with their boyfriends, but I totally get it now...and Gohan is...he's not just my boyfriend. I mean...sure...that's technically the label we've been running with so far...but I can't help but feel like he's so much more than that, I know we are, especially after we-
A sudden jolt of pleasure shoots up my body as one of my inner thighs accidentally rubs against Gohan's larger leg which, sometime during our sleep, managed to wedge it's way in between my thighs. His right knee is resting close enough to the sensitive outer folds of my core that I can feel the warmth of his body gently massaging it, the sensation sending a wave of an exciting heat to wash over my body. I quickly bite my bottom lip, trying to suppress my aroused moan to prevent myself from waking him up, not yet wanting to disturb our peaceful and intimate moment together. Being mindful I carefully lift my hand from his chest to reach for the blanket which had slipped down onto my lower back, but just as my hand parts with his hypersensitive skin, he reaches up, faster than my eyes can catch, to clasp my hand in his, stilling my movement.
"And where would you be going?" Still keeping my cheek rested on Gohan's chest, I tilt my head up slightly to look up at him from under my dark fringe, smiling softly at the sight of his jostled appearance from having just woken up.
Of course Gohan would wake up looking as handsome as he had looked the night before, even with his hair being messier than usual. He's just so...so perfect; absolutely perfect. Me, on the other hand...I can't even imagine how terrible I must look right now; my whole body feels sticky and I'm sure my hair is in even worse shape than his.
"I'm trying to pull the blanket up to cover us, Dear. You didn't exactly pick a heated venue; I'm getting cold." I watch as Gohan looks downward at me with an apologetic grimace, clearly not feeling the effects of the cold cave air as I am.
"Well then, Sweetie, allow me to warm you up." Gohan shifts to wrap both of his arms around my uncovered back, pressing our nude chests close together to warm my body with the heated pure-energy coating his skin like armour.
I instinctively brace my hands on the firm muscles of Gohan's chest and close my eyes tightly, biting back the cry rising up in my throat as I wince at the sudden change in position, my body feeling incredibly sore and stiff with the motion. I try to keep my pained expression discrete but Gohan must have noticed because his body stills beneath mine and he lifts his head from the pillow to look down at me, his tense expression and eyes clouded with concern as he searches my eyes with his own. His hands alleviate their pressure on my back as they slowly move up my arms and neck, his fingers barely touching my skin as he cups my face in his palms. I unconsciously lean further into his hands, wanting to feel his comforting touch as his thumbs tenderly stroke my cheeks while gently tilts my chin up to get a better look at my face. His brows are furrowed and his eyes are focused, searching for any indication of further pain or discomfort as he opens his mouth to question me, his voice still rough and deep from his sleep.
"Videl? Are you alright? Are you hurt? Maybe we shouldn't have-"
I quickly cut off Gohan's voice with my lips, craning my neck forward, to reach his face, while my hands slide up his body to hold his muscular shoulders, using my grip to pull myself farther up his chest for better access to his unresponsive mouth. His lips are stiff against mine, seeming unsure about the kiss, until I open my mouth against his, snaking out my tongue to lovingly brush the tip along his bottom lip to encourage him to reciprocate my gesture. He eventually relaxes into the kiss and tentatively opens mouth, the tip of his tongue gently licking my top and bottom lips before stroking along the length of my tongue, his lips parting from mine to allow for a quick breath prior to slipping the wet appendage all the way into my mouth. My skin is quickly heated with his touch, the mix of pleasure and warmth causing me to sigh regrettably as I pull my lips from his to look into his worried eyes, my reassuring words staggered from my heavy panting.
"Gohan...please, don't worry. I'm fine; I'm just...just a little bit sore from last night...but that's to be expected. It's not your fault...you did nothing wrong." Gohan's hands move from my cheeks to the small of my back, gently tracing his fingers down my spine as he replies, his voice still holding his worries and doubts with his short gasps for air.
"Are you sure? You're hurt...I can't help but feel responsible for your discomfort; you wouldn't be in pain if I...if I had better control over myself, over my power. I need to know, was I too...uh...rough with you? I really tried not to be, Videl. I'm sorry." I quirk a soft smile at Gohan's bashfulness, pleased to find that his innocence, even after our passionate lovemaking, remains as charming and endearing as it had before.
At least I don't have to worry about there being anything...different between us. I mean...I know that what Gohan and I have isn't lust or a flimsy one-night-stand. No...it's more than that. I definitely felt it last night; I was so close to telling him how I truly feel about him. I've never felt this love for anyone before and I know this feeling isn't going away anytime soon. No...it's been growing stronger since I first considered these feelings after being told he was dead. I knew then and I know now. What we have is real, I know it is; I can't keep pushing these feelings down.
I slowly lean forward to place a delicate kiss on the center of Gohan's forehead, my lips curving into a smile against his warm skin as I feel his muscles relaxing beneath my body, the tension slowly disappearing along with his concerns. Once my lips part from his face, I carefully shift my whole body downwards, being mindful of the condition of my sore muscles, as I rest both of my palms and cheek against his chest. I sigh contently before closing my eyes, clearing my thoughts as I listen to the steady pounding of his strong heart once again, finding myself soothed by the rhythm. With his arms wrapped around my back, tenderly stroking my skin in indecipherable patterns, I feel my face heating up, not only from the warm of Gohan's chest, but from my meek confession spoken in a quiet whisper.
"You have nothing to apologize for. Last night was perfect, Gohan; you were perfect. I...I loved it, all of it, and I just wanted to say thank you. I know you were trying your hardest to be careful and, if I'm being honest, I actually kind of like it when you're more...um..." I feel Gohan shifting below me as his head cranes forward to place a small kiss on the crown of my head, his warm breath reaching my ears as he whispers softly to me, his voice as deep and sensual as his words.
"More what, Videl? Tell me what you like." I gasp quietly as Gohan's warm hands both move to grip my hips, pulling my body downwards so that my hips align with his, his hardening erection pressing teasingly against my bruised and aching core.
O-ow!
"G-Gohan, wait!" I quickly press both of my hands against Gohan's chest, pressing my palms downwards to prop my body off of his to look up at his confused and dejected expression.
"I'm sorry, Videl. I didn't mean to pressure you; I just thought that...well...since we-"
"We can. I want to but we should probably get cleaned up; I don't know if you've noticed but we're both covered in dirt and sweat. As much as I've thoroughly enjoyed being in this cave with you, I wouldn't mind picking up where we left off last night in a place that's more comfortable; perhaps, my bedroom?" Gohan's demeanour changes at the implications of my suggestion, his lips turning upwards into a playful smirk that sends several shocks of pleasure shooting down my body.
I'm going to have to take back my earlier thoughts. Judging by the look in Gohan's eyes, things definitely won't be the same between us...not that I'm complaining-
I let out a unmuffled moan as Gohan's hands slowly wander lower on my body, moving past my hips and tailbone to grab two handfuls of my ass cheeks, giving both sides a gentle massage and squeeze. Despite the soreness of my muscles and joints, I feel my entire body responding to the pleasure from the movement, my dampening core already preparing itself for him. Gohan must have noticed my state of arousal because his smile only widens as his hands trail even lower to move underneath the swell of my ass. His fingers curl at their knuckles until they gently brush up against the folds of my swollen outer lips in a stroking motion, my juices coating his fingertips to lubricate them. My hips instinctively buck against his hand, yearning for more of his touch, but he quickly pulls his fingers away, choosing to place his hands modestly on my back as he lets out a deep chuckle at my eagerness, clearly enjoying the results of his teasing.
"As much as I would love to share your bed, your Dad-"
"Is gone for the next two weeks with Buu and Bee, remember? I also gave the cleaning and kitchen staff the holiday off; we'll have the whole place to ourselves. My place has the latest security systems locked in on the entire property for privacy, meaning no interruptions from any nosy reporters either. It'll just be you and me, Gohan." I bend my head down to press a series of soft kisses leading down Gohan's chest, my lips tracing an invisible pattern as I move to my hands and knees to crawl further down his body.
This winter break is going to be amazing. A whole three weeks of this...just me and Gohan and all of the privacy we need. At least if we stay at my place, we won't have to pretend to be friends or crimefighting partners; we can just be ourselves. I can hold his hand, kiss him, and love him without having to worry about anything else.
The torn and gritty black blanket slips down the small of my back, shifting lower on Gohan's torso as well to reveal more of his warm skin for my lips to touch, no longer caring about the dirt and sweat coating our skin. His soft moans and gasps only work to fuel my teasing passion as my kisses shift from innocent and tender to sultry and heated, my tongue occasionally slipping past my lips to give a slow lick above his pubic bone. Just as I am about to dip my mouth lower, becoming more and more eager to taste parts of his body my lips have yet to touch, his hands pull me back up by my arms, the motion slow and gentle as he remains conscious of my injuries and soreness. Once my face is nearly level with his, he brings his face forward to place a brief and chaste kiss on my lips, pulling away before I have the chance to respond.
"Woah, Videl! If you don't give me a minute to calm down, we might not make it there." Giving me one last fleeting kiss on the lips, Gohan leans his torso upwards, carefully taking my body with his as I sit in his lap, my bare chest pressed against his as his arms around my back hold me close.
"Alright, alright but you started it. Let's get dressed and get going..." My words gradually trail off as I reach for the messy heap of clothing beside us, smiling to myself as I recall Gohan's eagerness when undressing me.
Gohan tearing off my clothes in a heated passion definitely makes the cut on my top ten sexual fantasies and turn-on's. There's something about the look in his eye when he was undressing me last night; it felt different from...our...usual...
My thoughts trail off as I ruefully hold up the front of the black dress that I had been wearing the night before, my eyes widening at the tears and frays in the fabric that likely occurred when Gohan was removing it. I also look to my black bra on the other side of the clothing pile, looking back and forth between the pieces of lingerie that had been ripped in two during our unbridled passion. With both pieces of clothing now clearly unwearable, I look up to Gohan with a raised brow, curious to hear his response as he too eyes the clothing in thought. He eventually lets out a discontented sigh as he removes one arm from around my back to reach for the dress in my hand, giving it a thoughtful glance before tossing it back onto the dirty cave floor. He then turns to look back at me, flashing me a sheepish smile as his free hand reaches up to rub the back of his head, his cheeks becoming flushed at the recollection of last night.
"I'm sorry about your clothes, Videl. I guess I just...uh...got caught up in the moment." I laugh lightheartedly at his sudden bashfulness as I wrap my arms back around his broad shoulders and lean my cheek against his chest, feeling more comfortable in our intimate position.
"That's okay, Gohan; there's plenty more dresses and bras where that came from. The only thing that stands to question now is what do I wear on the flight home?" Gohan looks up to the cave ceiling in thought, and it is only when the look of enlightenment reaches his eyes, as he looks down at his wrist, that I realize the unfortunate position that Gohan's sexy-side has put me in.
W-wait! Gohan can't possibly be suggesting...
Gohan's POV
"No."
"But, Videl, you have to wear something-"
"No. No way. Absolutely not."
"Do you want all of Satan City to see you flying over the city naked?"
"..."
Thought so.
Videl lets out a frustrated sigh before begrudgingly stepping forward to stand in front of me, her cheeks flushed pink as her eyes try to maintain focus on my own, occasionally shifting down to my exposed chest. Both of her hands tightly grip the torn black blanket to her chest in an attempt to cover her most intimate parts more modestly from my gaze, her reaction to my stare causing my lips to quirk into a smile. The blanket's stitching is unravelled and frayed in several places along the hem, barely being held together to be deemed as an appropriate substitute for clothing. I look up from the tattered blanket to Videl's narrowed blue eyes, glaring back at me with her lips formed into a pout, likely wanting to challenge my idea but unable to produce a better one of her own. I continue to hold her gaze as my hands expertly finish fastening the black belt on my suit pants, putting on the last of my salvageable clothing not completely torn.
I don't understand; why is Videl making such a big deal out of the situation? At least, this way, she'll be covered up her body from indecent exposure and her identity will be concealed as well; on top of that, she's doing it in style. This is the perfect solution...the only solution.
"If you tell anyone -and I mean anyone- about this-"
"You'll still love me anyway?" Videl continues to glare halfheartedly at my tactless interruption; a failed effort on my part in attempting to mitigate the situation.
I'll take that as a no?
Trying my best to ignore her heated stare, I reach forward to clasp one of her hands in mine, gently removing her fingers from their grip on the blanket. As I pull her hand towards my chest, I use my other hand to wrap my watch around her thin wrist, fastening the buckle tightly to secure it. As I release her hand, Videl raises the watch up for her eyes to inspect, her brows furrowed and her eyes swinging in a clear mix of skepticism and repugnance at the object. By her expression, I am able to tell that her thoughts are taking her elsewhere, bringing a familiar curiousity to spark in her eyes. Seeing her change in demeanour takes me back to our nostalgic games of cat and mouse that we would play before she uncovered my secret identity as Saiyaman, remembering how fierce her determination was and continues to be.
'Fierce' doesn't even begin to describe Videl. I've faced some of the most powerful beings in the world, no, the universe, and yet it was her that gave me a run for my money with her bold tenacity and inquisitive mindset; it's one of the many reasons that I love her.
"It's this button here." I guide Videl's fingers to the red rectangular button on the side of the watch, smiling at her slight hesitation before she follows through on her regrettable decision to press the button.
The fabric Bulma designed it with is similar to Vegeta's armour; so, at least it'll adjust automatically to fit to her body-
With a brief flicker of light, the blanket used to cover Videl's naked form falls unceremoniously to the cave floor and is instantly replaced with a familiar green tunic, black belt, white turban, white gloves, black sunglasses, black bodysuit, white boots and a long red cape. My eyes shamelessly trace over her delicate figure, admiring the curves that are generously accentuated by the tight-fitting outfit. I feel the crotch of my pants growing tighter the longer I stare, knowing in the back of my mind that the sight would be forever locked into my mind. It is only when she steps forward that I bring my eyes back up to her blue ones, watching as she slips the glasses off of her face to flash me a coy smile. Her gloved clenched hands rest defiantly on her hips as she raises a brow at my obvious staring, her eyes holding judgement but her smile glowing with amusement.
"What? You like what you see?" I absentmindedly nod in response, silently reminding myself to tread carefully before speaking, knowing exactly where the conversation was leading.
That's a bit of an understatement. I know Videl has always maintained an enticing physique, especially after last night, and the suit only further eventuates this. I couldn't imagine being able to focus on stopping crime when she's flying beside me looking like 'that'...On the other hand, if she's wearing the suit, at least she'll be safer, as opposed to her regular t-shirt and shorts. I would feel a lot better about her jumping back into the frontlines.
"Actually...yeah. You know, if we're going to fight crime together, maybe we should consider getting Bulma to make you a costume. I know it won't do much for your identity, considering the whole city already knows we fight crime together, but at least the gear will offer a little...more...protection..." My words trail off into a quiet whisper as Videl's hands lower from her hips to hang loosely at her sides, taking in my proposition with a blank expression.
I know that look in her eyes; it's a dangerous look indeed. She looks crossed between wanting to hit me and wanting to kiss me; if I'm lucky, maybe a bit of both? I don't know if I'm aroused or afraid of her right now; maybe a combination of both?
Sweat begins to dampen the back of my tense neck as Videl's expression shifts before my eyes, her lips raising into a seductive smirk, a similarly suggestive look to the one she had used on me last night. My muscles begin to tense up as she starts her slow and methodical strides towards me, her hips swaying hypnotically with each step she took, the sight having more of an effect on my body than it should. My fighter-coordination leaves me defenceless as I instinctively start taking small stumbling steps backwards, my heels catching on the rocks below as Videl presses on forward, forcing me back against the wall. I keep my palms flat against the wall behind me in an attempt to steady myself, struggling to keep my eyes focus on her captivating blue eyes as she stops in front of me. She innocently bats her long dark eyelashes, making my heart flutter with them, before opening her mouth to speak, her voice as smooth and sultry as her demeanor.
"Oh? More protection?...Well, there's just one problem with that, Saiyaman." I watch with slightly widened eyes as she lifts her hands up to press her white gloved palms flat on against my bare chest, her pink lips curved into a coy smile at my clearly flustered state.
"Y-yea? And-uh...what would that be?" I struggle to utter out my response, finding the closeness of our bodies easily dulling my logic and capacity to form words, my embarrassment causing me to silently regret giving her my watch altogether.
How can Videl be so...so...
"We both know that if I were wearing this while crimefighting, you wouldn't be able to keep your hands off of me..." I open my mouth to take a sharp inhale as Videl's breath tickles across my lips with each word, the faint but pleasurable sensation beckoning me to caress my lips against hers.
...irresistible...
My heart begins to pump heavily in my chest as my heavy-lidded eyes give one last glance to Videl's perfectly plump lips, giving them a longing glance before my eyes begin to close in anticipation, waiting for her lips to touch mine. My hands clench against the stone wall behind me, my fingers easily slipping into the rocks as I bring my face forwards, gently brushing the side of my nose against hers to search for her lips. Just as I feel a fleeting moist brush along my bottom lip, her presence suddenly disappears, the lack of contact prompting me to open my eyes only to see her red cape flapping behind her as she walks away. My grip on the wall slackens as I watch her heading towards the entrance of the cave, her head held high and her shoulders shaking slightly with her stifled giggling which quickly escalates into an amused laughter. Releasing a deep and disappointed sigh, I give the crotch of my dress pants an uncomfortable tug before sulkingly jogging out of the cave to catch up to her, her teasing laughter echoing off of the cave walls.
...an irresistible tease.
Throughout the hour duration of our flight, Videl continually managed to fly just a few meters in front of me, occasionally shifting in the air and, subsequently, flashing me a teasing view of the firm curve of her ass. Intentional or not, the pleasing sight certainly catches my trained eyes and causes me to silently smile to myself with the knowledge that only I would be the one to see her body beneath the clothing. Trying to sway my attention off of her tempting body, I keep my eyes directed forward, only tilting my head to looking up at her when I sense the heat of her gaze on me. She would occasionally look over her shoulder to give me a cheeky smile or flirtatious wink, silently daring me to initiate something between us. I can only muster my typical sheepish and innocent wave in response, purposefully leaving her completely oblivious to the pleasuable thoughts clouding my mind.
Videl...she thinks she's in control by teasing me like this; she doesn't even realize what she's getting herself into...or rather...what I'll be getting myself into-
"Hey! Isn't that Saiyaman?" Startled out of my thoughts, I tilt my head downward at the faint words of the murmuring and gossiping below, my keen hearing managing to pick up every word in the distant space between myself and the busy downtown streets.
Don't tell me-
"Yea! I think it is! And is...is that a shirtless guy flying behind him?" I feel my face heating up as I begin to feel the heat of more stares being fixated on me, noticing several bystanders pointing up to the sky as Videl and I fly overhead.
Shoot! I guess we should be flying a bit higher now that we're back in the city; I honestly didn't think anyone would even notice us up here. I should've been more diligent in disguising my own identity as well; I could've at least transformed so they wouldn't be able to connect this incident back to me. How could I have been so careless?
"They both look like they're headed to the Satan Mansion! I bet they're going there to see Videl Satan! Hell, I thought it was just Saiyaman and Videl that were getting it on, but it looks like he isn't the only one-"
Unwilling to wait to hear the rest of the incriminating insinuations, I use my inhuman speed to dart forward in the air, bringing my bare chest flush against Videl's back, her body jolting forward with the impact. I gently take her hips in my hands to turn her body around mid-air, carefully supporting her weight in my arms as I wrap one arm around her back while the other takes its position under her legs, maneuvering her into a bridle-position. In the midst of the movement, I hear her let out a quiet gasp in surprise, taken off guard by my silent and sudden embrace. After pulling her close and ensuring a proper hold on her, I hastily take off, navigating expertly around the tall buildings at a speed that would be difficult for anyone below to recognize us.
If the press were to get wind of Son Gohan and Saiyaman flying into Videl's bedroom, I don't even want to think about how the media would blow that up. The last thing Videl and I need is 'that' kind of publicity...the public is already having scandalous suspicions about Saiyaman and Videl's relationship, and the school is starting to catch wind of my budding-relationship with Videl.
Videl's POV
Someone is eager to pick up where we left off...not that I mind; I know I am.
I quirk a soft smile as Gohan slows down his flight to the west side of the large building, turning his head around to carefully scope out the area before moving closer to my wing of the house. I loosen my grip around his shoulders as he gracefully touches down on my bedroom balcony, still apprehensive about going in through the front door. With his feet now planted on the concrete floor, he wordlessly begins his walk to the glass bedroom doors, continuing to carry me in his arms as he has made no move to put me down. I can't help but laugh at the rosey blush adorning his cheeks, having a fair idea as to where his thoughts were leading him, thoughts that were likely similar to my own.
"Not that I mind being your arms like this, but why the rush? Can't wait to get me in the shower? Hmmmm?" I smirk up at Gohan's expression, satisfied with his flustered reaction as he stumbles over his feet, nearly dropping me in the process.
Typical Gohan...
"N-no!-I mean yes! I-it's just that I decided to pick up the pace a little bit. The city may not recognize you but that won't stop them from releasing my face to the public. People already have their suspicions about us; we really shouldn't add more fuel to the fire, especially given how our...situation may have seemed. It's not hard to imagine where their assumptions were taking them..." After being set down outside the doors, I walk over to the wall and press several buttons on the security panel, disabling the alarm systems for 5 minutes to allow us enough time to walk inside.
That's what Gohan's worried about? I guess he's probably not used to the pressures of the public eye and the influence of the tabloids quite yet. I've already heard most of the rumours about Saiyaman and I as being lovers behind-the-scenes, and the school is also giving Gohan a rough time because they think he has a 'crush' on me. But what does any of this have to do with our trip back here?
"Our situation? What do you mean, Gohan?" I turn to cock my head up at Gohan questioningly, my teasing now forgotten as his concerned expression becomes more apparent with his lips pressed into a frown and his brows furrowed in a deep contemplation.
Gohan silently opens the glass doors and stands to the side, ignoring my question as he gestures for me to step inside with the wave of his hand. I flash him another curious glance before stepping past him and through the door frame, feeling him following behind me as we cross through the wide balcony door frame and into my bedroom, walking close enough behind me that I am able to feel the heat of his body through his Saiyaman costume. I stop at the foot of my bed before turning around at the sound of Gohan closing the doors and locking them, his movements slow and drawn-out, as if purposefully delaying his response. I watch as he continues to fiddle with the curtains, closing them to provide us with the intimate privacy that we have been waiting for. I hesitate for a brief moment before quietly make my way back across the room, staring intently at Gohan's muscular back as his attention remains fixated on the opaque view of the outside, his expression out of my view.
Okay?...Now I know I've missed something. What's gotten into him?
With less than a foot of distance between us, I raise my hand to bring the watch up with my wrist and, in a brief flash of light, the tight clothing and cape disappears, leaving my body as bare as when I had woken up. I shiver lightly at the sudden exposure, instinctively inching closure to Gohan, drawn to his usual comforting warmth emanating from his body. I hear him take a sharp inhale as my body presses flush against his strong bare back, the sensation of my nipples rubbing against his lower back causing me to let out a quiet moan. My arms reach around either side of his torso, pulling him into a gentle hold from behind, my hands moving to rest atop of the defined muscles of his stomach. I lean forward, embracing the warmth as I tighten my arms around Gohan's body and press my face against his back, my cheek nuzzling into his soft skin. I let out a soft sigh against his skin before reinforcing my previous inquiry with another, my voice slightly more demanding than before but with a softness that I had reserved only for him.
"Gohan? What's wrong?" I feel his back heave up and down with his deep sigh, his shoulders slackening along with his resolve as he turns around in my arms to face me, a worried half-smile gracing his lips.
"Videl...when we were flying here...well...some bystanders did manage to spot us flying towards your house. I could hear them, yelling and gossiping about you and, based off of what they saw, came to some pretty scandalous conclusions. It doesn't seem to matter what we do; we just can't catch a break. I hate what people are saying about us. I-"
"I don't care about what anyone thinks about you and I; this is our relationship, ours. This city is filled with people that have nothing better to do than to spy on us, and I...I'm sorry that we have to do all of this sneaking around. If I didn't have all of this fame and attention, then at least our relationship would be normal; we wouldn't have to hide how we feel." Tearing my blue eyes from Gohan's black ones, I tilt my head downwards, shifting my attention to his exposed chest in a futile attempt to distract myself.
Gohan and I...we live such different lives. Would it be selfish of me to try and force him into mine? I know how uncomfortable the reports and the teasing makes him; he shouldn't have to go through that, not for me. I don't want him to go through our relationship being judged and slandered by people that don't even know him. What can I do about this? How can I make this easier on him?...
I loosen my arms from around Gohan's torso, bringing them back around to move between our bodies, my hands now shifting to rest my palms against both of his pectorals. I feel his larger hands lightly gripping my bare hips, holding me in place while making no move to halt my touch. I let out a contented sigh as his thumbs soothe over my skin in a circular motion, an affectionate gesture that further eases my mind and heart, something only he is capable of doing. Using my fingertips, I trace down his body, noticing the barely audible moan that escapes his lips once I brush past the muscles on his stomach, reaching for the black belt holding up his dress pants. With my right hand firmly gripping the buckle of his belt, my left hand slowly traces up his right hand, tracing an invisible line up his forearm and bicep, my eyes carefully following the path of my hand. I watch as flakes of dirt and rubble begin to peel off of his skin, reminding me of why we had came back to me house in the first place. Before I can reach up any higher, Gohan's hand quickly reaches up to grasp mine, interlacing our fingers together as he opens his mouth to speak. My eyes are drawn back up to his at the sound of his voice, the tone echoing as soft and unwavering as his hold on me.
"Videl...there's nothing normal about us; there will never be anything normal with us...and that's okay. It's as you said last night, weird suits us just fine. If I weren't the weirdo that I am, I probably wouldn't have met you, became your friend, your partner, or your boyfriend. As for the press, I'm fine as long as you are. People, whether it be on TV or at school, will talk about us, and I want you to know that I have no regrets in being with you. I knew exactly what I was signing up for when I kissed you, and I would do it again...I will do it again, and I don't care who sees it or what anyone has to say about it. I just want you." I allow his hand on my hip to guide our bodies closer together, my chest now pressed against his as he dips his head low, bringing his face closer to mine.
And I've wanted you for so long, Gohan.
My eyes fall shut at the feeling of his soft lips brushing against my forehead, the start of many tender kisses as his mouth trails lower to place another on both of my cheeks and the tip of my nose. As I feel his warm breath fan over my lips, I eagerly open them to be met with his, moving my mouth against his with just as much passion and love. The sensation of his teeth gently tugging on my bottom lip causes my knees to buckle and, had it not been for his hand on my hip, I would have fallen from the pressure. Looking for his support, I use my right hand to pull his hips closer by his belt, now placing most of my weight on his chest. Just as I am about to escalate of kiss into something more heated, he pulls his lips from mine, leaving me breathless and wanting more. I open my eyes to be greeted with his already staring back at me, the look in his eyes being nothing short of a devotion and passion that sends a shiver down my spine, warmth to my heart, and a wetness to my core.
"Gohan, you are mine and I am yours; that's all that matters to me...you're all that matters to me. I...I can't even begin to describe it...how much I..." My nude chest rises and falls as I release a heavy sigh in frustration, unable to form the three simple words that have remained caught in my throat for the past few months.
Damn it. Why...why can't I just say it? It's just three words, three simple words; I love you. If I can think it, why can't I say it? Is it the fear of rejection holding me back? No, I'm sure he feels the same way. We've talked about our feelings before, and he's made his dedication and feelings towards me pretty clear, but he hasn't officially said 'I love you' either. Why is he hesitating? Does he have uncertainties about us?
"And you're all that matters to me, Videl. I am yours; I will always be yours...and I...I want you to know just how much you mean to me...I want you to know that I-"
SHATTER!
I gasp quietly as I feel Gohan's hand tighten around my hip, surely leaving fresh bruises in his firm grip, while his other hand releases mine to wrap securely around my upper back. Applying pressure to my back, he pulls me closer to his chest in preparation to shield me from harm, his body remaining completely still and tense with his sudden guarded demeanor. His protective hold on my body causes my heart to pump faster and my cheeks to flush warmly, momentarily taking my mind back to the awareness of my completely nude form in his presence. My bashfulness does not last long though, as I realize that his attention is drawn elsewhere, either becoming used to this form of intimacy between us, or his mind focused solely on the potential danger at-hand. The loud chattering, of what was assumed to like broken glass, is echoed through the entire house, the sound causing my suspicions to escalate as well with the eerie silence that follows. I follow Gohan's hardened gaze all the way to my bedroom door, as if staring at it long enough would provide any indication as to what happened beyond it. Gohan is the first to question the interrupting sound, the tone in his voice sounding far more light-hearted and sarcastic than his appearance, as if forcing himself to stay collected for my sake.
"What was that?" Quickly overcoming the initial shock of the sound, I use my logic to sort through my own thoughts and speculations, curious to find the source.
What in the hell was that? It sounded like it came from downstairs. There shouldn't be anyone in the house but us right now; everyone was sent home yesterday. Maybe it's a burglar? No. Nobody would be stupid enough to break into this house...
"I...I don't know. Nobody should be in the house; I already sent all of the staff home, and the security systems would've detected someone entering the property. It was probably just the wind?" I let out a small laugh in my last sentence and look back up at Gohan, surprised to see his brows furrowed in concentration, clearly unconvinced of my sheepish explanation.
"No...it's faint...but I do sense somebody...they're downstairs. Based on what I'm sensing, they're just human..." I feel Gohan's muscles relaxing at the revelation, his grip on my hip and hand on my back loosening along with the tension, seeming less threatened by the unknown disturbance from downstairs.
Human, huh?
His words trail off clumsily as his onyx eyes are met with my disapproving glace, my icy blue eyes piercing right through his words and into his soul in a way that nostalgically reminds me of the earlier days in our friendship. I wiggle my hips and shoulders defiantly in his grasp until my hands are freed from their entrapment between my chest and his, moving them to cross at the forearms as they come to rest underneath my breasts in a countering posture. My lips quiver in their faltering-frown, resisting the urge to smirk when I catch his dark eyes drifting lower on my body, indecently catching an eyeful of my exposed chest. I watch as the color pools into his cheeks as his eyes are quickly drawn back up to mine, having caught himself in his own daze and is now realizing that he has been caught in the act. As I continue to stare at Gohan with a teasing frown and a raised brow, secretly revelling in the panicked look in his eyes and his flustered expression, he takes an audible gulp of air for courage before continuing with his words.
"...N-not that there's anything wrong with being human! I...uh-"
"Right. Maybe one of the staff members left something behind and came back to pick it up; that would explain why the security system didn't go off. Each staff member is given their own pin to enter and exit the house." Gohan shifts his eyes away from mine to focus back on the door, the urgency in his expression replaced with an unsettled worry as he removes both of his hands from my body, sending a wave of chills up my bare back from the lack of the warm his skin had been providing me with.
Geez, it's cold! I guess I should probably cover up since it doesn't look like we'll be hopping into that shower anytime soon...at least not until this mystery is resolved.
"Hmmm...maybe. I'm going to go have a look downstairs, just to be sure-"
"No. I'll go check it out. You stay put." Not waiting for Gohan's countering response, I turn my heel and walk over to my walk-in closet, trying my hardest to ignore the heat rising to my face as I feel the weight of his eyes watching me as I slip on a white robe that was hung on the back of the door.
"But-"
"No buts, Gohan. I can't risk anybody, even the staff, seeing you in here. I'll be right back. In the meantime, why not get that shower ready? Hopefully this one will be more successful than our last one." I flash Gohan a sly wink and flirtatious smirk as I pull the cloth belt tight in a knot, closing off the robe to obscure his view of my intimate assets, the robe covering my arms and ending at my upper thighs.
If I have to go on a hunt for whatever squirrel or cat that made it's way into the house, I should at least leave Gohan something to think about while I'm gone. A little bit of teasing here and there won't hurt...if anything, it might rile him up a bit more and hopefully I'll be greeted with the same passion as last night.
I laugh playfully at his agape expression before turning around to head for my bedroom door, being sure to sway my hips with each stride to keep his attention before slipping out through the door. After closing the door behind me, I begin making my way through the hallway, not bothering to turn on the lights as the morning light shining through the windows enables me to make out the floor and larger pieces of furniture. Once I make my way to the main staircase, I begin my descent to the foyer, looking around for any signs of forced entry, open windows, ajar doors, or broken glass, anything that may lead me to believe that someone had entered the house. I reach the front door and jiggle the door handle, sighing in relief as I determine it to be locked and secure from the inside, putting my mind at ease. I shake my head with a small laugh, chastising myself for worrying as I decide to make my way to the kitchen, figuring that an ill-placed glass or plate may have fallen from a counter top, causing the shattering sound. It was only when I step into the kitchen that I realize the large patio door glass had been broken, shards laying around the area of the door in a pattern that suggests that the door had been smashed from the outside.
What's going on-
SMACK!
