Part 2: It starts with a Kick, err Kiss
Something was nagging Videl. Something important. She tried to ignore it but like someone whispering in her ear the thought came. 'Air.' Jerking her head back, taking one long breath of sweet air, she stared dizzily at the three obsidian eyes inches from her face. The three eyes quickly resolved back to the normal two, but that was the only thing that resolved quickly.
Memory trickled back slowly, as if reluctant to impinge on the blissful haze filling Videl's awareness. 'I'm happy' came first, almost tentatively, as if there was some reason for her not to be happy. The memory of her last flailing attacks came next. 'Who would be clumsy enough to do that?' she thought, before the next memory fell into place. 'Oh, me.'
A faint blush spread on her cheeks at her clumsiness. The paired reflections of herself caught her eyes and her brain, more obedient now, provided the descriptions. 'Gohan' for the face around the dark eyes. 'Deer in the headlights' and 'cute' also went with the name.
Behind those obsidian eyes, similar connections were being made. 'Wow.' Which led naturally to 'Wow'. Awareness rushed forward and right to his lips, bypassing rational thought. "Uh,geeVidelI'mrealyrealysorryaboutthisI'llneverdoitagain,pleasedon'tkillme. " Gohan started to move back but his words and the feel of his hands across her back literally sparked an explosion.
"GOHAN YOU MORON, DON'T YOU DARE SAY THAT ABOUT SOMETHING I DID AND BESIDES I LIKED IT!" Two things prevented Gohan from finding a dark hole, preferably on the opposite side of the planet. One, the pain from his ears which was using his skull as a resonating chamber. Two, Videl had grabbed his hair, bringing them nose to nose and incidentally increasing the severity of reason one.
"I liked it?" Videl mumbled in shock.
'She liked it?' the thought managed to shove its way past the pain in Gohan's head.
Any observer would have found Videl's face fascinating to watch. The pink blush that caressed her cheeks flashed to a bright red in her anger. Her blood could practically be seen draining from her face at her shocking discovery. Moments later the blood returned to her face, bringing reinforcements as the brilliant crimson blush surged from her cheeks, down her neck, before venturing to the secret territories beneath the sweat stained shirt. Of course any observer would have had to face Videl's wrath as well as defy gravity. At this point gravity realized that the pair had quit concentrating.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" THUMPA-thumpa-thump! "Oouph"
Even as short as the fall was, Videl could have been hurt if she hadn't landed on Gohan. Fortunately for both they landed on the relatively soft soil of a crater edge. Unfortunately their momentum kept them moving down, spinning and bouncing, until they plopped down in the middle of the crater.
The bright sunlight shaded to a soft red as the dust from their impact scattered, tinting everything as if sunset had come early. Gohan sorted out his arms, and raised his face from a soft yet slightly sticky surface. He froze, staring, as he realized that he had landed face down on Videl's chest. He slowly raised his gaze, very conscious of the soft rises on either side of his face. The smell of her sweat slid into his nostrils, despite holding his breath. The memories it evoked, good and bad, assaulted him. Memories of time spent training, time with his dad and Piccolo. Memories of battles, battles where he failed and someone died. But there was something else, faint, unfamiliar, but good. Videl's soft groan sidetracked his slide into the past. Beneath him, Videl stirred. He saw how dirt and dust clung almost changing her face and hair to a solid reddish brown. Under the dirt, however, he saw normally tense muscles loosen, revealing a face of innocence. 'How could I be afraid of this?' His stare continued, captivated rather than fearful. Videl stirred again, and with a groan she stretched her arms to clutch her head. This motion emphasized her breasts, riveting Gohan's attention. Her new position also exposed fresh patches of her sweat to the air. This time that unfamiliar component was stronger, more vivid, more . . . desirable. Gohan desired her.
Gohan leapt to his feet, dusting himself off, and stifling a nervous laugh. 'Why would I feel that about Videl, we're just friends, right?' Videl's face contorted, twisting between a scowl and a grimace. Gulping, Gohan reminded himself that her head probably hurt and she wasn't mad at him. 'But what if she IS?'
With another groan, Videl flopped over, putting one hand and the opposite shoulder on the ground as she gathered her legs under her.
Another gulp, this one felt like it took the long way down Gohan's spine to his tail stub, swinging past his crotch to tighten SOMETHING, before starting up a dance party in his stomach. Before him, Videl knelt with her legs slightly parted. The dirt had largely missed her white shorts despite being drenched with the same sweat that bound the dirt into clay elsewhere. She swayed, getting her hands under her and paused before twisting to hear better. 'Did I just hear something growl?' she wondered, not concerned as she could fly beyond the reach of any bear, lion, or even dinosaur.
Videl stood slowly, taking in the mud caking her arms, legs, hair, and completely coloring her shirt everywhere except the front, where the now orange FIGHT was barely visible. 'Ugh, I need a bath!' A glance back showed that Gohan had escaped almost all the dirt. His expression, she noted, was his dear in the headlights imitation with something else. 'I must look horrible to him.' The something else she decided was hunger. 'It is about lunchtime.'
Turning to face Gohan "Um, I was thinking maybe we should call it quits early for today and we could start this up again tomorrow". Her eyes widened briefly before she turned and ducked her head to hide the blush that would have been covered by the dirt anyway. "Uh, I, I mean the sparring, yah." Rallying her confidence she stomped forward to poke Gohan in the gut with a finger to accentuate her next words. "We ARE going to spar tomorrow, and you had BETTER do more than block next time!" she growled with what little anger she could muster.
Gohan stood motionless, barely comprehending her words, let alone her intent. Only after he had watched her spin and march off, pull out a capsule only to shake her head and fly off on her own, then he blinked. He may have stood there forever, but his stomach, oblivious to the confusion above it, announced its emptiness. Numbly he turned and flew home to the meal his mother was hard at work on.
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Warm mist wafted across white marble. The bath, though not quite up to Caligula's standards, would have been a good start. The glittering of gold fixtures pierced the haze only to be swallowed by fresh clouds of steam. Statues and portraits lined the walls, all depicting the afro-topped showman who managed to fool most of the people all the time. The tub, or perhaps the small swimming pool, had a single occupant. The occupant was currently contemplating the pros and cons of her position.
'Daddy is so into himself' thought Videl wrinkling her nose at one portrait, larger than life and showing her father in his natural glory. 'I am so glad I moved the bust in front of THAT.' Raising her arms out of the water, she cushioned her head against one forearm while letting the other dangle to brush the cool marble floor. 'But this feels SO good.' Her motion sent ripples across the water, soon to rebound and return. Removing her hand from the cool marble, she reached for the silver plate with the remains of her late lunch. "Ah!", gritting her teeth against the pain in her shoulder and wrist, she ducked down to immerse everything below her nose on the hot water.
Once more soothed, Videl glanced down through the rippling water at her right shoulder. 'Nasty bruise' she thought 'years of fighting crime then I get careless and stupid while training'. Raising the injured arm, she clutched the air, angrily thinking 'that dolt, saying he's sorry for one of the most wonderful things to happen to me'. Her shoulder and wrist throbbed coolly like her center did when she drew on her Ki. Jerking up, she stood and flung her right arm to the side, heedless of anything but her anger, "DAMN IT, HOW CAN SOMEONE BE SO SMART AND SO STUPID AT THE SAME TIME?"
An odd sizzling sound distracted Videl from her anger, drawing her attention to her still clutched right hand. As she turned her head, she barely saw the green beam flowing from her right hand before it winked out. Amazed, she stared at her numbed arm, before raising her gaze to where the other end of the beam had been. She smiled, put her left hand to her mouth and giggled.
The larger than life picture of Hercule Satan, in his natural glory and nothing else, had had a horizontal swath burned across it. The bust she had moved in front of it to cover a certain area was no longer needed as that area was now a smudge of soot on the wall. Which was just as well, considering that the bust itself was missing most of it's afro, leaving the marble hair patches on either side of the champions face.
'A Ki blast' she thought in wonder, 'let's do it again'. Smirking, she pointed her right hand at the defaced face of the statue. Nothing happened. A long moment passes before started angrily pounding her hand on the edge of the tub. That hurt. A moment later the pain vanished as a small green spark leapt from her hand and faded away.
Content in her success but not inclined to experiment further, Videl sighed happily. No longer distracted by her newfound power, she shivered. The water warming her lower legs was not enough to stop the evaporation on the rest of her body. Shivering she crossed her arms, rubbing her goosebumps. The motion also tweaked her chill-hardened nipples. Reflexively gasping, she clasped her hands tighter and slid back down into the water. 'Gohan' she thought with a sad sigh 'how can you be so smart an still be so stupid?'. Warm again to the top of her breasts, she grabbed her plate to finish her lunch.
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Gohan enjoyed his lunch. He also enjoyed a light spar with Goten. Not that he could tell anyone anything else about lunch, the spar or anything else during the day. He knew his mother fussed over him, concerned that her future scholar champion was coming down with something. He was sent to bed early, though not without dinner because he has to keep up his strength. Once in bed, his mechanical movements turned restless, entwining the sheets. Between one toss and the next, sleep came.
Dusk, hunting time. A handwidth above the horizon, the small white sun cast stark shadows across the rocky landscape. Making up in power what nature redesigned to serve other purposes, his roar echoed across the landscape. His eyes closed, nose in the air, tail twitching just above the ground, he partakes of the news the wind brings him.
'Female, in heat' says the wind. Tail lashes, nose checks again. 'Yes.' Bounding over rocks, seeking. The smell grows. 'There!' Two blue eyes in the shadow. Turns, her tail beckons and vanishes. 'Chase, prove your worth' the message is clear. The chase is long. Glimpses are fleeting, short black hair, blue eyes, slightly short but lithely muscled. Desired more as the chase grows long. There, her smooth back, muscled yet soft, above her curved rear, its softness to hold invited by the motions of her brown furred tail. 'Desire' her scent says. 'Worthy' her eyes say, blue eyes gazing over her shoulder above a smile to match his own. In darkness, desire, mutual desire, to be peaked and fulfilled. By her leave, he takes her hips. By her leave, bends down to take her lips.
Starlight and forest sounds surround Gohan. Closer, sweat covers his panting body but nothing else. He is confused and exhausted. Locating a mossy patch, he falls into dreamless slumber, leaving his problems to wait for the dawn.
Something was nagging Videl. Something important. She tried to ignore it but like someone whispering in her ear the thought came. 'Air.' Jerking her head back, taking one long breath of sweet air, she stared dizzily at the three obsidian eyes inches from her face. The three eyes quickly resolved back to the normal two, but that was the only thing that resolved quickly.
Memory trickled back slowly, as if reluctant to impinge on the blissful haze filling Videl's awareness. 'I'm happy' came first, almost tentatively, as if there was some reason for her not to be happy. The memory of her last flailing attacks came next. 'Who would be clumsy enough to do that?' she thought, before the next memory fell into place. 'Oh, me.'
A faint blush spread on her cheeks at her clumsiness. The paired reflections of herself caught her eyes and her brain, more obedient now, provided the descriptions. 'Gohan' for the face around the dark eyes. 'Deer in the headlights' and 'cute' also went with the name.
Behind those obsidian eyes, similar connections were being made. 'Wow.' Which led naturally to 'Wow'. Awareness rushed forward and right to his lips, bypassing rational thought. "Uh,geeVidelI'mrealyrealysorryaboutthisI'llneverdoitagain,pleasedon'tkillme. " Gohan started to move back but his words and the feel of his hands across her back literally sparked an explosion.
"GOHAN YOU MORON, DON'T YOU DARE SAY THAT ABOUT SOMETHING I DID AND BESIDES I LIKED IT!" Two things prevented Gohan from finding a dark hole, preferably on the opposite side of the planet. One, the pain from his ears which was using his skull as a resonating chamber. Two, Videl had grabbed his hair, bringing them nose to nose and incidentally increasing the severity of reason one.
"I liked it?" Videl mumbled in shock.
'She liked it?' the thought managed to shove its way past the pain in Gohan's head.
Any observer would have found Videl's face fascinating to watch. The pink blush that caressed her cheeks flashed to a bright red in her anger. Her blood could practically be seen draining from her face at her shocking discovery. Moments later the blood returned to her face, bringing reinforcements as the brilliant crimson blush surged from her cheeks, down her neck, before venturing to the secret territories beneath the sweat stained shirt. Of course any observer would have had to face Videl's wrath as well as defy gravity. At this point gravity realized that the pair had quit concentrating.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" THUMPA-thumpa-thump! "Oouph"
Even as short as the fall was, Videl could have been hurt if she hadn't landed on Gohan. Fortunately for both they landed on the relatively soft soil of a crater edge. Unfortunately their momentum kept them moving down, spinning and bouncing, until they plopped down in the middle of the crater.
The bright sunlight shaded to a soft red as the dust from their impact scattered, tinting everything as if sunset had come early. Gohan sorted out his arms, and raised his face from a soft yet slightly sticky surface. He froze, staring, as he realized that he had landed face down on Videl's chest. He slowly raised his gaze, very conscious of the soft rises on either side of his face. The smell of her sweat slid into his nostrils, despite holding his breath. The memories it evoked, good and bad, assaulted him. Memories of time spent training, time with his dad and Piccolo. Memories of battles, battles where he failed and someone died. But there was something else, faint, unfamiliar, but good. Videl's soft groan sidetracked his slide into the past. Beneath him, Videl stirred. He saw how dirt and dust clung almost changing her face and hair to a solid reddish brown. Under the dirt, however, he saw normally tense muscles loosen, revealing a face of innocence. 'How could I be afraid of this?' His stare continued, captivated rather than fearful. Videl stirred again, and with a groan she stretched her arms to clutch her head. This motion emphasized her breasts, riveting Gohan's attention. Her new position also exposed fresh patches of her sweat to the air. This time that unfamiliar component was stronger, more vivid, more . . . desirable. Gohan desired her.
Gohan leapt to his feet, dusting himself off, and stifling a nervous laugh. 'Why would I feel that about Videl, we're just friends, right?' Videl's face contorted, twisting between a scowl and a grimace. Gulping, Gohan reminded himself that her head probably hurt and she wasn't mad at him. 'But what if she IS?'
With another groan, Videl flopped over, putting one hand and the opposite shoulder on the ground as she gathered her legs under her.
Another gulp, this one felt like it took the long way down Gohan's spine to his tail stub, swinging past his crotch to tighten SOMETHING, before starting up a dance party in his stomach. Before him, Videl knelt with her legs slightly parted. The dirt had largely missed her white shorts despite being drenched with the same sweat that bound the dirt into clay elsewhere. She swayed, getting her hands under her and paused before twisting to hear better. 'Did I just hear something growl?' she wondered, not concerned as she could fly beyond the reach of any bear, lion, or even dinosaur.
Videl stood slowly, taking in the mud caking her arms, legs, hair, and completely coloring her shirt everywhere except the front, where the now orange FIGHT was barely visible. 'Ugh, I need a bath!' A glance back showed that Gohan had escaped almost all the dirt. His expression, she noted, was his dear in the headlights imitation with something else. 'I must look horrible to him.' The something else she decided was hunger. 'It is about lunchtime.'
Turning to face Gohan "Um, I was thinking maybe we should call it quits early for today and we could start this up again tomorrow". Her eyes widened briefly before she turned and ducked her head to hide the blush that would have been covered by the dirt anyway. "Uh, I, I mean the sparring, yah." Rallying her confidence she stomped forward to poke Gohan in the gut with a finger to accentuate her next words. "We ARE going to spar tomorrow, and you had BETTER do more than block next time!" she growled with what little anger she could muster.
Gohan stood motionless, barely comprehending her words, let alone her intent. Only after he had watched her spin and march off, pull out a capsule only to shake her head and fly off on her own, then he blinked. He may have stood there forever, but his stomach, oblivious to the confusion above it, announced its emptiness. Numbly he turned and flew home to the meal his mother was hard at work on.
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Warm mist wafted across white marble. The bath, though not quite up to Caligula's standards, would have been a good start. The glittering of gold fixtures pierced the haze only to be swallowed by fresh clouds of steam. Statues and portraits lined the walls, all depicting the afro-topped showman who managed to fool most of the people all the time. The tub, or perhaps the small swimming pool, had a single occupant. The occupant was currently contemplating the pros and cons of her position.
'Daddy is so into himself' thought Videl wrinkling her nose at one portrait, larger than life and showing her father in his natural glory. 'I am so glad I moved the bust in front of THAT.' Raising her arms out of the water, she cushioned her head against one forearm while letting the other dangle to brush the cool marble floor. 'But this feels SO good.' Her motion sent ripples across the water, soon to rebound and return. Removing her hand from the cool marble, she reached for the silver plate with the remains of her late lunch. "Ah!", gritting her teeth against the pain in her shoulder and wrist, she ducked down to immerse everything below her nose on the hot water.
Once more soothed, Videl glanced down through the rippling water at her right shoulder. 'Nasty bruise' she thought 'years of fighting crime then I get careless and stupid while training'. Raising the injured arm, she clutched the air, angrily thinking 'that dolt, saying he's sorry for one of the most wonderful things to happen to me'. Her shoulder and wrist throbbed coolly like her center did when she drew on her Ki. Jerking up, she stood and flung her right arm to the side, heedless of anything but her anger, "DAMN IT, HOW CAN SOMEONE BE SO SMART AND SO STUPID AT THE SAME TIME?"
An odd sizzling sound distracted Videl from her anger, drawing her attention to her still clutched right hand. As she turned her head, she barely saw the green beam flowing from her right hand before it winked out. Amazed, she stared at her numbed arm, before raising her gaze to where the other end of the beam had been. She smiled, put her left hand to her mouth and giggled.
The larger than life picture of Hercule Satan, in his natural glory and nothing else, had had a horizontal swath burned across it. The bust she had moved in front of it to cover a certain area was no longer needed as that area was now a smudge of soot on the wall. Which was just as well, considering that the bust itself was missing most of it's afro, leaving the marble hair patches on either side of the champions face.
'A Ki blast' she thought in wonder, 'let's do it again'. Smirking, she pointed her right hand at the defaced face of the statue. Nothing happened. A long moment passes before started angrily pounding her hand on the edge of the tub. That hurt. A moment later the pain vanished as a small green spark leapt from her hand and faded away.
Content in her success but not inclined to experiment further, Videl sighed happily. No longer distracted by her newfound power, she shivered. The water warming her lower legs was not enough to stop the evaporation on the rest of her body. Shivering she crossed her arms, rubbing her goosebumps. The motion also tweaked her chill-hardened nipples. Reflexively gasping, she clasped her hands tighter and slid back down into the water. 'Gohan' she thought with a sad sigh 'how can you be so smart an still be so stupid?'. Warm again to the top of her breasts, she grabbed her plate to finish her lunch.
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Gohan enjoyed his lunch. He also enjoyed a light spar with Goten. Not that he could tell anyone anything else about lunch, the spar or anything else during the day. He knew his mother fussed over him, concerned that her future scholar champion was coming down with something. He was sent to bed early, though not without dinner because he has to keep up his strength. Once in bed, his mechanical movements turned restless, entwining the sheets. Between one toss and the next, sleep came.
Dusk, hunting time. A handwidth above the horizon, the small white sun cast stark shadows across the rocky landscape. Making up in power what nature redesigned to serve other purposes, his roar echoed across the landscape. His eyes closed, nose in the air, tail twitching just above the ground, he partakes of the news the wind brings him.
'Female, in heat' says the wind. Tail lashes, nose checks again. 'Yes.' Bounding over rocks, seeking. The smell grows. 'There!' Two blue eyes in the shadow. Turns, her tail beckons and vanishes. 'Chase, prove your worth' the message is clear. The chase is long. Glimpses are fleeting, short black hair, blue eyes, slightly short but lithely muscled. Desired more as the chase grows long. There, her smooth back, muscled yet soft, above her curved rear, its softness to hold invited by the motions of her brown furred tail. 'Desire' her scent says. 'Worthy' her eyes say, blue eyes gazing over her shoulder above a smile to match his own. In darkness, desire, mutual desire, to be peaked and fulfilled. By her leave, he takes her hips. By her leave, bends down to take her lips.
Starlight and forest sounds surround Gohan. Closer, sweat covers his panting body but nothing else. He is confused and exhausted. Locating a mossy patch, he falls into dreamless slumber, leaving his problems to wait for the dawn.