Author's Notes: Fixed last chapter's missing italic formatting and many typos/errors. I'm sticking with the original 2 wishes like Dende said in DBZ. Regarding no immortality, there will be an explanation that (hopefully) makes sense for this story. Master Roshi's magic herbs will also be brought up eventually.
Continued telepathic prods were easy to hold off when the girl of Gohan's fantasies was at his side. Thankfully, no one had been waiting at 18's apartment or had tried to intercept them mid-air. They weren't savages; they were concerned friends and family, concerned about his apparent bout of insanity. He was going to explain it to everyone, somehow.
Oh well, he thought, there'll one day be another chance to catch up with Father even if it takes a hundred years.
Right now, it was time to have a lot of naughty fun. Under an afternoon sun, they were at the same lagoon with pink coral just off the east coast, at the same spot by palm trees ripe with coconuts—a continuation of their first date. 18 sure liked this place; not too far from Hercule city but still very secluded and distant from general civilization. Total privacy.
While she flattened an extra-large blanket, he stabbed a parasol into the sand, asking, "What did you pack in the cooler? Other than ice packs."
"Lemonade sodas."
"Soda? I haven't had one before."
Her eyebrows rose halfway up her forehead. "Really?"
"Never. Only homemade lemon juice."
She opened the cooler and tossed him a glass bottle. "This is not like juice. It's better if you drink it slowly."
He flicked off the metal cap, sipped a small mouthful. Bubbles tickled his tongue in a good way. The flavor was mellow and watery, refreshing. Not too sugary. "It's great!"
"I'm glad you like it," she chuckled and unzipped her track suit jacket, unveiling a very conservative red bikini top, not anything like the white one from the magazine. Next came off her pants. Her bikini's bottom half was equally disappointing, doing no justice for her mouth-watering thigh gap. As she folded her clothes, she said, "Gohan, I'd like you to teach me something."
"Sure, what?"
"I'm not sure if it's possible, but I want to sense normal energy, the type you and everyone else use. This way I'll know if you're watching outside my window."
Naughty reluctance held in his stomach. He agreed, "That's easy." He drank the rest of the soda, then sat in front of her.
"You mean easy for you. For me, is it even possible?" She mirrored his sitting position. The gusset of her bikini covered far too much. Might as well be fully dressed.
"I'm sure you can learn. I sense a little bit of normal energy in you, much less than an average Human, but it feels kind of..."
"Unused?"
"Yeah, usually I can sense emotions and intentions, but yours is like dead unfocused energy, if that makes sense."
She slightly frowned. "It gives away my intentions?"
"Oh, once you learn how to focus and suppress, it's much harder for an opponent to read. My dad had perfect control of his. I'm pretty good at it too." His face was goofy.
"Alright. How do I start sensing?"
"This is how my dad taught me. First you have to tap into your energy; it makes sensing much easier." Gohan brought his palms together as though supporting a bowl of rice. "Calm yourself completely. Be lost in the rhythm of your pulse, breathe in the rhythm, and listen to the center of your body until you feel a subtle pull that you never have before. This is your life force energy that your body and spirit generates. Draw it out, focus your energy between your palms." A ball of dim light, smaller than a marble, appeared between his hands. "This is the basis of all our energy attacks." The ball enlarged and intensified to a solid golden-white sphere before shrinking to a point. "Once you have done it, doing so again will be easier, and so on for every time after. Now you try."
"That simple?"
"Exactly as I said."
18 closed her eyes. Her breathing deepened and slowed. Her body became absolutely still. A breeze traveled across the beach, the parasol ruffling.
"Center of your body," he reminded.
She nodded. Half a minute passed, then a pin-prick of light flickered thrice before stabilizing. Her eyes opened. She frowned. "This is the energy you fight with?"
"Well, yeah." He laughed. "What's wrong with it?"
"It's ridiculously watered-down compared to mine." Her frown worsened.
On the off chance, he asked, "Do I have any primal energy in me?"
"No, and it doesn't work how you think it does."
"How does it?"
She took an impatient breath. "I think what Gero meant is primal energy is constantly generated all around us by the universe itself. It's not just a subtle pull, more of a dense pressure. When its ambient, it feels dualistic in nature, both chaotic and serene. I can channel a limited amount into my body and store it. Apparently, your type of energy can be converted to ours. Now, how do I sense your energy?"
Fascinating. He tucked away her description for later. His back straightened as he said, "Discard your normal five senses. Focus your energy within your mind and try to reach out. You will start to notice the energy all living things around you. You'll feel its texture, and in your mind's eye, you can see it as light. Once you get good at it, you'll be able to sense higher energy levels from across the world."
Her eyes lazed, staring distantly through his body. A seagull flew overhead. A stronger breeze tossed her hair. Seconds became minutes. Minutes rolled on, and Gohan was trying to not get bored. He was on the verge of interrupting when she looked at him with a guarded expression similar to how she had first reacted to Beerus and the tall blue guy. She did it first try, no surprise.
"It's like staring into the sun," she said.
Gohan smiled, his face warming in a different kind of blush. "Maybe I should've warned you. In my current state, even highly controlled and suppressed, my energy level is tens of thousands times greater than yours."
"And if you fully power up?"
"Uh, let's not think about that for now." He chuckled. "We can train powered-up later."
"Hmph, alright." She stretched her arms over her head. "How come I still can't hear your telepathic conversations?"
His eyes wandered. He blinked. "They haven't been bugging you?"
"No, they haven't."
That was polite of them. "Lucky you. I'm still getting knocks on my head now and then. If you suddenly hear a voice and want it to go away, try to make a sphere around your mind and push outward."
"I'll remember that."
"Great! Anything else you'd like to know?"
Her body swayed left and right. She coyly asked, "Why do you yell out your technique names?"
Another easy question. "We have to shape our energy in specific ways. You don't have to, but yelling it out is a mental trick that makes it easier. Do you have any special techniques, 18?"
"If by special you mean anything more complex than a beam or a blast, then no."
His index finger rose. Excitement puffed out his chest. "Then I'll teach you Master Roshi's Kamehameha!"
"Why?"
"You know, for self defense."
"Against horny teenage boys?"
A bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face. "No, I mean yes, I mean in case Majin Buu tries to fight you."
"Hmmm." Considering it, she picked at her nails. "Isn't the Kamehameka just a beam?"
"It is, but you can charge it to incredible levels with almost no energy waste. It's pretty easy too. I bet you'll get it on your first try like my dad."
"Sure, why not?" She looked around. "Not here though; this is my favorite beach. Maybe later."
"Huh? Later?"
She opened the cooler, took out a soda. "We've already spent time to set up this spot just right. It would be a waste, don't you agree, Gohan?" Her smirk was a bit naughty. She grabbed a plastic tube from her backpack. Moisturizing sunscreen lotion, natural organic with vitamin E. "You're quite pale, you'll burn up."
Although Saiyans didn't suffer from sunburn, he caught her hint. "Okay." He motioned for the bottle.
But she said, "Why don't you lie down. We'll take it slow this time. Relax." She patted his chest.
"Right." A gleeful smile pulled his lips to his ears as he did so. This is last night all over again! I can't wait for the good part!
Her idea of slow was excruciatingly sluggish; she undid his shirt's buttons one by one as though they were the most flimsy things in the world. After what felt like days of rising lust, his shirt was at last removed. She then folded it into a neat square before starting work on his pants; thankfully, she briskly undid the single button and pulled down the waistband, setting free his half-engorged shaft.
And like last night, she fondled his balls and gently stroked his shaft. "Gohan," she said slyly, "this is very inappropriate."
"No, it's not."
"Do you think we should stop?"
"Keep going. I need this. You know what will happen if you push me."
"What exactly?" she asked, some edge in her tone.
"You know. Now keep going. Take off your bikini."
"As you wish."
But the bikini stayed on, and she stopped stroking his shaft. She squeezed half the tube onto his chest, which was quite a pile of coconut-scented gel that became runny atop his body heat. While she spread the lotion with circular motions of her palms, the feeling was good, he had to admit. Her attention was drawn to the muscles on his belly and chest, occasionally meandering to his arms and legs. She liked his muscles a lot, so he tensed them up for her. She liked that even more.
She saved his private place for last, stroking. The slick sensation was out of this world, enough to fully harden his shaft, enough to make him softy groan, "More." Building up so nicely, that pleasurable strain in his waist was back. She thumbed and palmed his tip. His shaft twitched, and a small amount of milky fluid came out. Extraordinary.
She stopped. Why?
"Keep going." Frustration made his voice hoarse.
"It's your turn to do me."
His face lit up.
She reached behind her back with one arm, and her bikini top loosened, then fell onto the blanket. Her other arm covered her breasts. "Don't go crazy. Promise?"
He swallowed saliva. "Promise."
With a nervous jitter, her arm lowered, revealing her perfect perky breasts in full light under the sun. Her nipples were slightly stiff. "Here, try this." She applied a generous amount of lotion to the valley between her breasts. It looked like he had climaxed there. She guided his hips to her chest, his legs at her sides. His shaft slipped in between her breasts, and she pushed them together. "How does that feel?"
Little by little he pushed forward. The sensation, form what he could remember, was different to her entrance between her thighs, softer, silkier. Still, almost every inch of his shaft was under stimulation. The lotion was doing wonders. He thrusted harder. Then again, harder. "Amazing."
"Good. Try to not to climax too soon. It's much better if you draw it out."
"Yeah," he exhaled, humping faster and harder, staring into her dilated eyes. Her blush was cute.
With each forward motion, he swore his dick grew a bit in length. Then one of his thrusts were overzealous, his sensitive tip brushing up the bottom of her face, against her lips. Out of nowhere, her mouth enveloped the top of his shaft, kissing with her tongue.
"Oh, fuck, 18, that's good!" He gave ten deep, powerful thrusts before the build up in his waist approached dangerously close to his limit. He pulled out, managing to hold off, barely. She then licked all the way from his balls to his tip, and that alone nearly sent him over the edge.
She licked her lips. "Do you need a break, naughty boy?"
"One minute."
"Figures," she said smugly. "Last night you didn't even last more than a minute inside me."
"Psssh."
She chuckled more smugly.
While she spread lotion on her arms and belly, he lied next to her and let the build up settle down. It was shameful to admit defeat. Her bikini wasn't even all off and he was almost spent. He did not want to fall asleep again without claiming her flower a second time. A primal part of his brain demanded that he pump her full.
Ten seconds, twenty, thirty, the build up mellowed, and his shaft softened slightly. When he was ready for more, he abruptly twisted around, sensing someone's energy level acutely increase. North-west. Far north. Lashing and whipping, the energy was disordered—malice, evil, hate. But the magnitude was low, easily dealt with. And as Gohan concentrated, other energy signatures became clear.
Normal Humans were there. Hundreds. One by one, their energy levels dropped to near-death.
A bit to the south, Tien's multifaceted, rigid energy was incoming. Further away, Piccolo's earthy presence was speeding across the megacontinent.
18 took hold of Gohan's shoulder. "What is it?"
"Something's happening in the north. Like that village we came across. Tien's almost there. Piccolo too."
"Can they handle it?" Her tone was too bored.
Gohan sized up the malicious energy. "Yeah, they're fine. There's one bad guy around Captain Ginyu's level. Not worth my time." Gohan swept his sense toward West City. "Vegeta's not even bothering."
"Captain who?"
"An alien we fought on Namek. Don't worry, Piccolo should be over a thousand times stronger once he powers up."
"Then why are you acting so worried?"
"I'm just surprised." He smirked. "So where were we?" He cupped the side of her left breast, groping toward her nipple. These indeed were the comfiest pillows in the universe.
"Mmmm." She pushed away his hand, covered her breasts. "Maybe that's enough for today."
"Are you really doing this?"
"Doing what?" Her eyes slightly sharpened. "Your interruption ruined the mood."
"Fine then." He was going to enjoy this greatly.