Hey everyone. I'm back again with another chappie! Thanks again for all the reviews. I really appreciate them. Warning: This chapter is mostly fluff and a bit of steam. I'll update as soon as I can! By now you should know that I don't own DBZ.

Last time...

Walking over to Gohan, she saw several small scratches littering his torso and legs. Grabbing a cloth and a basin of water, she cleaned him off, trying not to look at his privates. Remembering he had one set of extra clothes in their back pack, she grabbed a pair of boxers and put them on. As a cool wind blew through the cave opening, Videl shivered and jumped into the sleeping bag next to Gohan, blushing as she thought of the beautiful sight she had just witnessed. She gave him a gentle kiss on the lips and ran her fingers across his forehead. She loved him but that didn't mean he would have a lot of explaining to do once he woke up.

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Earlier that day with Mirai and Lime…

Mirai rolled off a fully sated Lime, panting heavily as they completed their fourth round of lovemaking. Since they had woken up from their first time, the two had not left the small cleft they had sheltered in, too busy discovering each other's bodies to worry about basic necessities like food and water. Lime was impressed. Mirai's steep learning curve had quickly proved he was indeed the son of Bulma Briefs. She snuggled back into him as he spooned her while trying to catch her breath. As their breathing returned to normal, Lime felt one of Mirai's index fingers snake from her waist to her collar bone, making a feather like trail across her chest. She moaned as the finger circled her left breast in a spiral, eventually landing on her nipple. He pinched it gently at the same time his tongue lapped at her neck from his position behind her, causing her to arch her back into him. Her eyes opened wide and her mouth fell open in bewilderment as she felt him hard as a rock and threatening to pierce her lower back. Oh my Kami. I've created a monster! He's already cum four times this morning alone! How the hell can he be ready again? Needless to say Mirai's earlier blunders were completely blocked from her mind. He was just too damn good now. She was tempted to indulge him but her aching thighs demanded otherwise. It wasn't that he was being too rough on her. It was just that her body was new to sex and if he kept this up she probably would never be able to walk straight again.

Pushing him away, Lime tried to protest but the objection died on her lips as Mirai's index and middle fingers slid into her. She moaned heavily as he continued lapping where her neck met her collarbone. It felt amazing! Too far gone to care about his obsession with that particular spot she reached out for his member in order to give him the same treatment. She was surprised when Mirai growled like a beast after its prey against her neck in admonishment. She let go immediately and he promptly resumed sucking at her neck. What was up with him? Why was he so obsessed with that particular spot? She probably would have asked him what his fascination was if not for Mirai's penis replacing his fingers within her as he bit down sharply on the spot, drawing blood. Lime was lost in a place between extreme pleasure and pain. She honestly has no idea what to do with herself. As Mirai lapped against the bite on her neck, the pain subsided significantly and she suddenly felt the urge to do the same to him.

Mirai groaned as she returned the bite. Leaning over her shoulder he kissed her lips gently then removed his hard length from within her, drawing a growl of protest from her. As she turned to face him, he rolled them over so he was on top. Smirking at the frustrated look in her eye he slowly ran the tip of his penis from the inside of one thigh to another, completely missing the area where she needed him most. Then he ran it from her navel to the top of her neatly trimmed nest of auburn curls.

"Come on, Mirai!" she whined.

He gave her no audible answer but instead raised an eyebrow. His clear blue eyes were now nearly a stormy grey with lust. He moved his penis across her mons pubis and pressed it against her clitoris, making small circles with it. He watched as the girl squirmed in withdrawn pleasure.

"Mirai!" she yelled, frustrated. Why was he teasing her like this?

Yet again, he gave her no answer. He left her clitoris all together and slipped down to her opening, making almost indiscernible thrusts at her entrance. His head wasn't even quite through her folds.

"Mirai!" she yelled at him again, thumping his chest in agitation.

Mirai winced as due to his ki-suppressing necklace, her punches actually hurt. He continued his torture for a few more seconds before he thrust powerfully into her, shattering her into orgasm immediately. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold on as her walls attempted to milk of every drop he had to offer. As her spasms died down, he thrust powerfully into her again and again, hitting her G-spot every time. Still sensitive from her last orgasm, it took now time before Lime shrieked his name. Slowing his thrusts down to help her ride it out, Mirai held on once again. As she calmed down, he took one leg and pulled it over his shoulder, thrusting even deeper into her. Lime moaned his name again and again as he attacked her from a new angle. This time when she climaxed, he came with her shooting his seed deep within her womb.

Mirai collapsed on top of her, staying buried within her as the after effects of her orgasm sent tremors down his length. As the contractions abated, Mirai rolled over and pulled Lime on top of him, his softening penis still sheathed within her. Lime made a move to pull him out but he placed a hand on hers gently. "Can we just stay like this for a while?" he whispered.

Lime gave a giddy smile. "Sure. But no more of this until at least next week," she added sternly.

Mirai gave a look like she had just killed his favorite pet. "But why?" he asked.

Lime rolled her eyes. "Because I'll probably never be able to walk again. And besides, we're not using protection. I'd rather wait until we can get our hands on condoms or birth control. We can't afford any accidents."

Mirai seemed wounded for a second. "You…don't want to have kids with me?" he asked hesitantly.

Lime instantly looked apologetic. She lifted his chin so that he was looking straight at him. "One day, I'll be happy to bear your child. But not right now. I'm not ready and you know you're not either," she answered.

Mirai still looked uneasy. "But what if you already are…?" he asked afraid to know the answer. Although he didn't think he was quite ready to be a father he knew if they were going to have a baby he would want to keep it. Just as he'd been forced to grow up at an early age, he would try to be the best father he could be.

Lime's eyes widened. Damn! I didn't think about that! I could be five ways pregnant from Tuesday right now! But the thought of abortion or giving away their child made her sick. "I'd like to keep it," she voiced. "It won't be ideal but we'll make it work."

Mirai smiled widely at her. "But once we get back, we can continue practicing right?" he asked cheekily, leaning up for a kiss.

Lime pushed his face away and rolled her eyes again. "Your appetite is insatiable," she retorted.

Her words seemed like a curse since the moment she uttered them, Mirai's stomach released the loudest growl she had ever heard from any of the Saiyans.

Lime just shook her head and got up, removing his length from her. She tossed his clothes at him before starting to get dressed herself. "We should probably head back to the campsite."

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The two made a seemingly endless trek down the mountainside, which made them wonder how they had even found their way up to the crag on a stormy night. After walking for what seemed like hours to Mirai and his aching stomach, they came across a rock they had noticed when they were first dropped off. The rock was shaped exactly like Vegeta's head, and came fully furnished with the widow's peak. They had found it hilarious when they first noticed it. Mirai had done his best imitation of his father, quipping that even Mother Nature of this pathetic planet was bowing to the greatness that was the Prince of all Saiyans.

It was about 3 o'clock when Lime and Mirai stumbled across their campsite. To be blunt, it was a complete mess. The storm had strewn their backpacks and all their contents all around the small clearing. Their tent was halfway up a tree and it was obvious that some of the fruit Lime had gathered along with their fire pit had either been washed down the stream or taken by wild animals. The once clear area was full of rocks, dirt, leaves and small branches which made locating the forest floor practically impossible. Their extra clothes were drenched and muddy. Needless to say, they had a lot of work to do. It took them over an hour to clear the ground.

Looking over the slightly cleaner campsite, Lime proposed, "That looks good. How about I gather what's left of the food and you go retrieve the tent?"

"Sounds good," Mirai agreed before heading over to the trees that now housed their tent. Finding a solid branch Mirai hoisted himself up and before long reached the tent. He was just about to yank it down when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Confused Mirai looked on his shoulder and found a squirrel glaring at him and tapping its foot impatiently. He couldn't help but compare it to Videl. Mirai looked at it with a questioning expression. The squirrel motioned at the tent then gestured to itself. Apparently, it had decided their tent made the perfect wall hanging.

"No," Mirai said firmly, gesturing to himself. "Mine."

He dismissed the squirrel and reached for the tent again but the squirrel would not let up.

"Fine. Staring contest for the tent. Best two out of three," Mirai compromised.

The squirrel nodded and narrowed its eyes. It jumped on the branch in front of Mirai so that they were on the same eye level and stared the demi-Saiyan straight in the eyes. Mirai stared right back at it. It took several minutes and before long both their eyes had begun to water. Right then, the squirrel blinked.

It jumped up and down in disgust and made a fist at Mirai. Before long the staring contest was entering its second round. Five minutes later the squirrel emerged the victor.

"It's not over yet, bub," Mirai growled. Lost to a squirrel! How embarrassing was that! His pride would not allow him to lose this time. How was he supposed to go back to Lime and say he lost a staring contest to a squirrel over who kept their tent? Sure enough Mirai emerged the victor and grabbed the tent while sending a smug look at the enraged squirrel. The small mammal simply folded its short arms and turned its back away from the teenager.

"Pleasure doing business with you," Mirai goaded and jumped down to the forest floor with the tent in tow.

He got back to the campsite and found the area spotless with Lime munching on some berries she had managed to salvage. They would have to build a new fire pit but with all the debris that they had cleared from their campsite, finding materials would be a breeze.

"What took you so long?" Lime asked.

Mirai contemplated telling her but when he thought about it, it was embarrassing to say he actually fought with a fricking squirrel. Instead he shook his head and gave a dry laugh. "Just got stuck up the tree for a sec. No biggie," he answered.

Lime was about to question him further but passed the fruit over instead as his stomach let out yet another earth-shattering growl.

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Erasa and Sharpner…

Erasa lay with her head on Sharpner's chest, listening to his steady heartbeat as he slept. They had taken a nap together in their little hut and she had just woken up. Not quite ready to move, she basked in the warmth radiating from her best friend-turned boyfriend's body. In a way, she still couldn't believe this was actually happening. She was in love with the biggest goofball yet one of the sweetest guys she had ever met and he loved her in return. Any doubts she might have had about it vanished when she looked into his clear blue eyes. They were filled with love and it was all directed at her. Now all she had to do was fix his hair…

Make no mistake Erasa understood Sharpner's attachment to his hair. She realized that it was the one thing he had inherited from his late mother and she had no intention of taking it away from him. No, she merely wanted to enhance that look. To be honest, Sharpner's long locks did nothing to highlight his masculinity and, in actuality looked, well…gay. Although she cared about the inside, appearances were equally as important to the blonde girl. After all, you only get one real first impression. She could not have people walking around thinking her boyfriend was gay. They were going to have a serious conversation about this.

Feeling restless as she lost herself in thought, Erasa ran a not so perfectly manicured fingernail across Sharpner's bare chest. He twitched slightly then tightened his hold on her waist. "Erasa," she heard him whisper in an almost tortured tone. A moan escaped his lips as his breathing and heart rate quickened. This change got Erasa's attention. What she did was definitely not that exciting. She gazed at her boyfriend's face and noticed his eyes were moving between the closed lids. So he's dreaming huh? A smirk crossed Erasa's face as she slipped a leg between his and rubbed her knee oh-so-gently against his inner thigh. Sharpener released yet another loud moan and his eyes flew opened as Erasa ground her hips into his hardened groin as she kissed him deeply. He fell under the spell of the kiss, tightening his hold on her waist even more. The kiss deepened as their tongues tangled. Sharpner's arms travelled down and cupped Erasa's ass. Erasa's hands disappeared into his blonde hair as she angled her head to better kiss him.

"W-what are you doing?" Sharpner asked in bewilderment, relinquishing his hold on his girlfriend.

"What were you dreaming about?" Erasa deflected humorously, never ceasing her motions.

A bright blush graced Sharpner's face. His face scrunched up as he struggled to find the words. "Uh-uh-yeah," he began, ending with another moan. Steeling his resolve he pulled away from the blonde girl. "We should stop. I don't think we should take it so fast."

Erasa's eyebrows shot so far up, they nearly disappeared into her short hair. Did she just hear Sharpner refuse sex. Well… a make out session. She wasn't going to give it up that quickly.

"Don't give me that look 'Rase!" Sharpner pleaded, his face still fire truck red. "I-I just don't want to mess this up."

"How would this be messing up?" Erasa asked, dropping the smirk as she realized he was being serious.

"I-I just know that if I do the same thing I've always done, I'd get the same result and I want us to last. At least until we're old and grey, and we're arguing over spoiling the grandchildren," Sharpner responded, ending in a joke.

"Having grandchildren implies having children," Erasa teased. She then became serious. "Is this what you want from us?"

Sharpner swallowed then nodded. It was so weird that this time he was the one talking about commitment. Usually he shied away from it. But there was just something so different about Erasa. He knew he wanted her around for the long-haul. "Yeah, I want marriage, a house, six kids and a dog. I want at least 50 anniversaries with you. The whole nine yards," he said, looking deeply in her eyes.

"Are you asking me to marry you?" Erasa teased, trying to fight the tears that were welling in her eyes.

Sharpner couldn't help but smile. "Not now. I mean I don't have a ring or anything. But I will. Are you ok with that?"

Erasa giggled. "Of course silly. I love you," she responded before kissing him softly. She pulled away from him and looked him in the eye seriously. "You do know that there's no way in hell you're getting six kids."

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