Part 3: The Mountain Strikes Back
Pink. Pink with red lines. 'Mattress has gotten thin' he thought. Next, 'smells pretty musty too.' And with a realization that was not thunderous at all 'my eyes are closed'. He opened them. Unfortunate that a half- Saiyan, Ki master, savior of Earth, and generally confused teenager, STILL could not stare into the sun. "OW!" Raising one hand to rub his eyes while moving the blanket aside with the other, more facts clicked. 'I'm in the forest, on a mossy rock, with a blanket.' Wondering why something seemed wrong, his pained eyes started working again. A green blur. Not surprising, considering that he is in the middle of a forest, but still . . .
"Rough night kid?"
"PICOLLO!" Everything leapt into focus except literally. His eyes still hurt. Even with blurry vision, he could make out his old mentor floating in a full lotus with his arms crossed. Even as infrequently as Gohan saw the Namak these days, nothing in his appearance had changed. Ignoring that the former Demon and Guardian of Earth's cape was the only thing that had been covering Gohan, of course.
Snatching up the cape as he started to stand, he stuttered "um, I bettergohome, mom'll . . ."
Panic flashed briefly over Piccolo's normally stern features at the mention of Gohan's mother. Raising a hand to forestall Gohan's embarrassment and any chance of meeting Chichi, he stated "don't worry kid, I'll take care of it".
Shifting his raised hand to point at the effectively naked teen, a soft orange glow streaked from his fingers and spread, surrounding Gohan like a second skin. As the energy faded, it left matter, a familiar blue undersuit and orange gi with Piccolo's symbol adorning front and back.
Relief replaced embarrassment on Gohan's face, changing his posture from a twitching hunch to straight and calm. He opened his mouth to speak and a loud growl emerged. No, that was his stomach. Looking down at the complaining organ, he glanced back at his mentor and gave a small shrug.
Piccolo, smirking, said nothing. Instead he reached into his lap and started casually tossing the concealed fruits at the hungry half-saiyan.
Plopping back onto his moss bed, Gohan happily munched one fruit while catching the rest with his other hand and putting them in his own lap. Engrossed as only an eating Saiyan can be, he almost missed Piccolo's rumbled comment.
"Dende mentioned that you were having problems, kid."
Gohan froze, eyes wide, thumb in his mouth from sucking the last of the juice off his fingers. A long moment passed. At last Gohan bent his head down, half closing his eyes. He spoke tentatively, picking at the cloth on his leg nervously. "It was a dream." Piccolo responded with silence. "I, I was chasing someone, a woman."
"Did she do something wrong?" Piccolo asked quietly in a tone that almost said that he knew the answer already.
Hunching over more, Gohan shook his head violently. "No, no, no, nothing like that!" He leaned back on his elbows, staring at the high clouds edged with the colors of sunrise. A faint breeze ruffled his hair, adding clarity to his memories.
When he spoke again, the rapt expression and tone of wonder in his voice were such that even Kami's memories could offer Piccolo few instances to compare. "Nothing was wrong, she was just right." His eyes continued to stare upward even though something else filled his vision. "She was beautiful, strong, fast and, and she wanted me." His voice softened a notch. "She wanted me, just like I wanted her, to hold her, to do things to each others' bodies, to give her children."
In another medium other than his face, the blush could have caused a sonic boom. As it was, he was saved from having his face explode in a shower of blood by the pain of falling on a rock. The pain in his head was brief and faded quickly. The rock was less fortunate, passing on to its next incarnation as sand.
In the moment between the fading pain and remembered embarrassment came a rough voice. "Who is she?"
Propping himself back up on one elbow and rubbing his head with the other hand, Gohan replied automatically. "Videl."
Noticing just what he said, Gohan jerked up, babbling franticly. "But its not like anything could happen between us, we're just friends, in fact she may even hate me for yesterday, she yelled at me, like she yells at mom whenever she starts mentioning marriage or grandchildren, which I'm nowhere near ready for, after all I only met her a little while ago and even if I do like her, I would have to tell her about the Saiyans and being half- alien and she'll freak or think I'm a freak, so that will make her hate me more than she already does." Finally sucking back in a breath, the look of panic remained on his face.
"Calm down kid, I won't tell anyone." A small smile and a nasty laugh followed his proclamation. His expression shifted, more a thoughtful frown, unnoticeable from his normal stern expression except to those few he called friend. "But maybe you should." "After all" he continued, forestalling Gohan's words to the contrary "you never know just what will happen, just like I didn't know what would happen when I started to train a small boy after his father died."
Gohan sighed, resting his cheek against hand, elbow on knee. His posture marked him as a tired and confused teen, one of Earth's mightiest worriers more than one of its mightiest warriors. "Well, I still don't know what to do but thanks." A tired smile slid onto his face as he spoke with genuine warmth. "It's good to see you again Piccolo, it's been too long."
"Yah, kid" the Namak said, unfolding his legs to stand on the ground and step toward Gohan. He knelt, taking his cape and refastening it in place. Standing, he ruffled Gohan's hair, the first touch the two had shared in a long time. When he spoke again, there was honest affection amid his gravelly tones "it's good to see you to but you should thank Dende." The small nasty smile returned, showing his sharp teeth to their best advantage, "I" he emphasized "wanted to keep throwing you at mountains until you came to your senses."
The two shared a smile at the reference as Piccolo continued "but in a way, I did throw you at a mountain." If anything, his grin showed more of his teeth. "And we're going to see if she strikes back."
The slow sinking feeling in Gohan's stomach turned into a desperate free fall at terminal velocity. Slowly, feeling more like a glacier, cold and numb, than a living man, he stood and turned. From the shadow of a large tree, blue eyes gleamed. Blue eyes that drove out the hope that he had misunderstood Piccolo's comment. Blue eyes, two spots that held him insensate to the springy moss, the forest smells, or the flapping of Piccolo's cape retreating in the distance. Blue eyes, framed by a feminine face. Videl.
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Videl had woken early. As in the time people refer to as ungodly, however much theologians attest otherwise. The fragments of whatever dream so disturbing her slumber left a residue of euphoria, the desire to blush, and an unaccustomed slickness between her legs. Dressing in her usual pink shirt and white tank top, she grabbed some food, and departed in her jetcopter.
She landed in the practice torn clearing as the eastern sky purpled, sucking what little color remained in the trees' silhouettes. And then her nice simple plans were so rudely sidetracked. Instead of simple practice before Gohan arrived, a green man wearing a turban and massive shoulder pads grabbed her and before she could do anything, dropped her a short distance away. His instructions for silence naturally prompted her to demand answers as loudly as possible, almost. The almost being a shivering figure a short ways away. Make that a naked shivering GOHAN a short ways away. She watched as the green guy covered him with his cape and settled down in midair. 'How many people can fly on this planet anyway and how many of them know Gohan?' The questions that started with a new kid in her school and a masked crime-fighter were joined by others.
As time passed, she found the experience educational. As in, learning just how little you know. She did get to see Gohan naked, that was a plus even though it brought more questions. She felt like she was going to burst from all the questions. Her greatest desire at that moment was to grab Gohan by the neck and start shaking until she got all the answers. Then shake him some more for the aggravation he caused her. But she didn't.
She reflected on how her years fighting petty crooks and terrorists had changed her. Patience was not a virtue when dealing with those kinds of people. Patience usually meant wasted time and effort. And that meant people got hurt. Instead she had learned to let her temper out, using the raw unpredictable violence to intimidate weaker criminals and catch the stronger ones off guard. She had learned well. Too well.
When she met Gohan, then Saiyaman, she knew they had secrets. Unfortunately she was used to people with secrets that led to other people getting hurt, even killed. And she did what had worked so often. And it worked again, almost to a tragedy. Unlike her father, she could admit her mistakes, even if it was only to herself.
Looking back at Gohan, she saw him stand. She saw him lock his eyes onto her own. His expression, more like a man facing unjust death and powerless to stop it, twisted her stomach in unfamiliar emotions.
She stepped forward. Slowly, as if fearing he would bolt. Keeping her eyes on his, she saw an emptiness. 'Guilt' she realized was what she felt for taking the sparkle from those obsidian eyes. As she grew near, she had to tilt her head up to keep the gaze. Finally, she could reach up to his cheek, resting her hand softly for a moment before sliding down the sinewy muscles of the back of his neck. The barest of force and he responded, bringing them cheek to cheek, her lips almost brushing his ear. "It's alright" she whispered "I still want you to tell me, but when you're ready."
Pulling back slightly, he saw her face. Not quite the innocence he saw so briefly yesterday, but close. Her eyes, the inner storm always ready to strike any who ventured too close, was stilled like the eye of a hurricane. 'You never know just what will happen' Piccolo's voice echoed in his mind. Hope sparked, 'time to face things, HER, head on'.
He kissed her. He bent down and kissed her. Just on the lips and only holding it a moment. As he pulled back, he saw her smile. The spark of hope grew, thawing his blood and quickening his heart. A deep throb began in his head, echoing throughout his body.
Videl felt dizzy, the heady rush of success itself almost as good as the feeling of Gohan's kiss. 'More.' Sliding her other hand over the taunt cords joining shoulder and neck, she pulled. This time she started and he responded, tilting their heads apart for better access. The tip of her tongue met his, tasting, caressing, exploring. The air flowing in and out of her lungs became choppy, ragged. Videl was barely aware that Gohan's breathing matched her own. The coy touching of tongue on tongue ended as one thrust, exploring, trying to touch everything. Then retreating, allowing the other to touch as it had. Videl wasn't sure who started but the back and forth dance within their mouths continued for a long time.
At some point in their kiss Videl had called on her Ki, an amazingly small amount she dimly realized, lifting herself just enough that Gohan had to tilt his head up to maintain their liplock. As she wrapped her legs around his hips, he responded to the unspoken suggestion, sliding his hands along the undersides of her thighs to cup and squeeze her ass. The heightened rate of her breathing told him to continue and he did, squeezing and caressing, occasional venturing around the edges of her inner thighs.
As with the first kiss, she jerked her head back. Saying nothing, she felt the flush of blood warming her skin, giving her a blush as warm as her smile. And smile she did, bending back down to Gohan's ear to whisper "I want more". She leaned back, locking her legs around his waist and rocking her ass on his hands to pull off her tanktop and shirt.
Maybe if Gohan hadn't squeezed at that time her clothing would have survived. Probably not, but it didn't matter as scraps of pink and white cloth fluttered from her clenched fingers. Almost desperately, she reached behind her back, fumbling with the black sports bra's fastener. As she managed to peel it off and fling it aside, Videl returned her attention to Gohan. In the momentary pause to disrobe her desire had grown and as she looked down at Gohan's rapt face, she realized something.
He had frozen up. He knew Videl wanted this. He knew he should continue touching her, sharing the desire naked on her face. Naked, not quite, she still had on the black shorts. 'And whatever is under them, like nothing' some part of his mind speculated. But he didn't move, only gazing at the slender body before him. Her arms and legs were dense with heavy muscle, not bulging, but tight under her soft skin, enough edge to show her strength but no so much to blur her femininity. Not even the bruised right arm, splotched purple, detracted from either her strength or femininity. Her rear, he could feel through the fabric, had thick muscles beneath the soft roundness. Sloping inward from her hips, her waist and flat abdomen had dense cords softened to the touch by her skin, skin a shade paler from its lack of sun. And there was more.
Her breasts. The twin globes had to have been confined tightly in the bra considering how large they looked. Far larger then they seemed under the layers of loose clothing, they were not so large as some girls' at school were, particularly those that flaunted their charms. They barely sagged, accentuating the roundness and as Videl was, with her back arched, they were high and proud. Her nipples, an amazingly feminine pink, barely protruded from the pigmented circles just over an inch across.
The sun, still low in the sky, threw her body into a mass of light and shadow. The golden light and curving dark, particularly considering the curved raven locks crowning her head, made her seem almost unreal. And then, growling impatiently, she grabbed the back of his head and brought his lips to one of her pink nipples.
Trance broken, he inhaled, taking in her scent. Only a trace of the sweat remained but the part that he couldn't identify yesterday was there in full measure. And it was good. Breathing deeply, filling his lings with the scent of Videl, he puckered his lips around the small nub Videl had presented him. He was surprised by her reaction, but after a moment resumed suckling vigorously. She had gasped, throwing her head back as small quivers shook her entire body, and mashed his face further into her breast while spasmodically gripping and releasing the hair spikes on the back of his head. As Videl's almost naked body shook against his he realized something.
Piccolo hadn't materialized underwear. Thus the erection had tented the loose material of his new gi and brought it into contact with Videl's crotch. Only a few thin layers of cloth separated the two. It wasn't going to be enough.
"Vdl, Im feewing, uh, feewing, uh." 'Videl, I'm feeling, uh, feeling, uh' her mind translated from the muffled voice at her breast. 'Oh, so am I Gohan.' The feeling of Gohan suckling her nipple alone was enough to make her quiver. Which she was. But rubbing against his penis, even through the cloth, was beyond description. 'Better than chocolate.' 'Better than fighting.'
Benevolent gods smiled at Gohan. Well maybe they weren't so benevolent and those weren't smiles, but Gohan was rescued from his predicament. To his regret.
Bzzz. Bzzz.
Ingrained habits snapped Videl from her euphoria. She raised her wrist communicator. "WHAT, this had better be important, or I'm going to hurt someone!"
"Videl, ninjas have taken over the research wing of Satan City Hospital and are threatening to release a virus in less than an hour!"
"On my way, chief." She turned off the communicator, took in her lack of clothing, Gohan's erection and red strained face, and the situation as a whole.
"AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
A distant herd of triceratops looked up, panicking, as their instinct told them some fearsome predator was about to eat them.
Pink. Pink with red lines. 'Mattress has gotten thin' he thought. Next, 'smells pretty musty too.' And with a realization that was not thunderous at all 'my eyes are closed'. He opened them. Unfortunate that a half- Saiyan, Ki master, savior of Earth, and generally confused teenager, STILL could not stare into the sun. "OW!" Raising one hand to rub his eyes while moving the blanket aside with the other, more facts clicked. 'I'm in the forest, on a mossy rock, with a blanket.' Wondering why something seemed wrong, his pained eyes started working again. A green blur. Not surprising, considering that he is in the middle of a forest, but still . . .
"Rough night kid?"
"PICOLLO!" Everything leapt into focus except literally. His eyes still hurt. Even with blurry vision, he could make out his old mentor floating in a full lotus with his arms crossed. Even as infrequently as Gohan saw the Namak these days, nothing in his appearance had changed. Ignoring that the former Demon and Guardian of Earth's cape was the only thing that had been covering Gohan, of course.
Snatching up the cape as he started to stand, he stuttered "um, I bettergohome, mom'll . . ."
Panic flashed briefly over Piccolo's normally stern features at the mention of Gohan's mother. Raising a hand to forestall Gohan's embarrassment and any chance of meeting Chichi, he stated "don't worry kid, I'll take care of it".
Shifting his raised hand to point at the effectively naked teen, a soft orange glow streaked from his fingers and spread, surrounding Gohan like a second skin. As the energy faded, it left matter, a familiar blue undersuit and orange gi with Piccolo's symbol adorning front and back.
Relief replaced embarrassment on Gohan's face, changing his posture from a twitching hunch to straight and calm. He opened his mouth to speak and a loud growl emerged. No, that was his stomach. Looking down at the complaining organ, he glanced back at his mentor and gave a small shrug.
Piccolo, smirking, said nothing. Instead he reached into his lap and started casually tossing the concealed fruits at the hungry half-saiyan.
Plopping back onto his moss bed, Gohan happily munched one fruit while catching the rest with his other hand and putting them in his own lap. Engrossed as only an eating Saiyan can be, he almost missed Piccolo's rumbled comment.
"Dende mentioned that you were having problems, kid."
Gohan froze, eyes wide, thumb in his mouth from sucking the last of the juice off his fingers. A long moment passed. At last Gohan bent his head down, half closing his eyes. He spoke tentatively, picking at the cloth on his leg nervously. "It was a dream." Piccolo responded with silence. "I, I was chasing someone, a woman."
"Did she do something wrong?" Piccolo asked quietly in a tone that almost said that he knew the answer already.
Hunching over more, Gohan shook his head violently. "No, no, no, nothing like that!" He leaned back on his elbows, staring at the high clouds edged with the colors of sunrise. A faint breeze ruffled his hair, adding clarity to his memories.
When he spoke again, the rapt expression and tone of wonder in his voice were such that even Kami's memories could offer Piccolo few instances to compare. "Nothing was wrong, she was just right." His eyes continued to stare upward even though something else filled his vision. "She was beautiful, strong, fast and, and she wanted me." His voice softened a notch. "She wanted me, just like I wanted her, to hold her, to do things to each others' bodies, to give her children."
In another medium other than his face, the blush could have caused a sonic boom. As it was, he was saved from having his face explode in a shower of blood by the pain of falling on a rock. The pain in his head was brief and faded quickly. The rock was less fortunate, passing on to its next incarnation as sand.
In the moment between the fading pain and remembered embarrassment came a rough voice. "Who is she?"
Propping himself back up on one elbow and rubbing his head with the other hand, Gohan replied automatically. "Videl."
Noticing just what he said, Gohan jerked up, babbling franticly. "But its not like anything could happen between us, we're just friends, in fact she may even hate me for yesterday, she yelled at me, like she yells at mom whenever she starts mentioning marriage or grandchildren, which I'm nowhere near ready for, after all I only met her a little while ago and even if I do like her, I would have to tell her about the Saiyans and being half- alien and she'll freak or think I'm a freak, so that will make her hate me more than she already does." Finally sucking back in a breath, the look of panic remained on his face.
"Calm down kid, I won't tell anyone." A small smile and a nasty laugh followed his proclamation. His expression shifted, more a thoughtful frown, unnoticeable from his normal stern expression except to those few he called friend. "But maybe you should." "After all" he continued, forestalling Gohan's words to the contrary "you never know just what will happen, just like I didn't know what would happen when I started to train a small boy after his father died."
Gohan sighed, resting his cheek against hand, elbow on knee. His posture marked him as a tired and confused teen, one of Earth's mightiest worriers more than one of its mightiest warriors. "Well, I still don't know what to do but thanks." A tired smile slid onto his face as he spoke with genuine warmth. "It's good to see you again Piccolo, it's been too long."
"Yah, kid" the Namak said, unfolding his legs to stand on the ground and step toward Gohan. He knelt, taking his cape and refastening it in place. Standing, he ruffled Gohan's hair, the first touch the two had shared in a long time. When he spoke again, there was honest affection amid his gravelly tones "it's good to see you to but you should thank Dende." The small nasty smile returned, showing his sharp teeth to their best advantage, "I" he emphasized "wanted to keep throwing you at mountains until you came to your senses."
The two shared a smile at the reference as Piccolo continued "but in a way, I did throw you at a mountain." If anything, his grin showed more of his teeth. "And we're going to see if she strikes back."
The slow sinking feeling in Gohan's stomach turned into a desperate free fall at terminal velocity. Slowly, feeling more like a glacier, cold and numb, than a living man, he stood and turned. From the shadow of a large tree, blue eyes gleamed. Blue eyes that drove out the hope that he had misunderstood Piccolo's comment. Blue eyes, two spots that held him insensate to the springy moss, the forest smells, or the flapping of Piccolo's cape retreating in the distance. Blue eyes, framed by a feminine face. Videl.
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Videl had woken early. As in the time people refer to as ungodly, however much theologians attest otherwise. The fragments of whatever dream so disturbing her slumber left a residue of euphoria, the desire to blush, and an unaccustomed slickness between her legs. Dressing in her usual pink shirt and white tank top, she grabbed some food, and departed in her jetcopter.
She landed in the practice torn clearing as the eastern sky purpled, sucking what little color remained in the trees' silhouettes. And then her nice simple plans were so rudely sidetracked. Instead of simple practice before Gohan arrived, a green man wearing a turban and massive shoulder pads grabbed her and before she could do anything, dropped her a short distance away. His instructions for silence naturally prompted her to demand answers as loudly as possible, almost. The almost being a shivering figure a short ways away. Make that a naked shivering GOHAN a short ways away. She watched as the green guy covered him with his cape and settled down in midair. 'How many people can fly on this planet anyway and how many of them know Gohan?' The questions that started with a new kid in her school and a masked crime-fighter were joined by others.
As time passed, she found the experience educational. As in, learning just how little you know. She did get to see Gohan naked, that was a plus even though it brought more questions. She felt like she was going to burst from all the questions. Her greatest desire at that moment was to grab Gohan by the neck and start shaking until she got all the answers. Then shake him some more for the aggravation he caused her. But she didn't.
She reflected on how her years fighting petty crooks and terrorists had changed her. Patience was not a virtue when dealing with those kinds of people. Patience usually meant wasted time and effort. And that meant people got hurt. Instead she had learned to let her temper out, using the raw unpredictable violence to intimidate weaker criminals and catch the stronger ones off guard. She had learned well. Too well.
When she met Gohan, then Saiyaman, she knew they had secrets. Unfortunately she was used to people with secrets that led to other people getting hurt, even killed. And she did what had worked so often. And it worked again, almost to a tragedy. Unlike her father, she could admit her mistakes, even if it was only to herself.
Looking back at Gohan, she saw him stand. She saw him lock his eyes onto her own. His expression, more like a man facing unjust death and powerless to stop it, twisted her stomach in unfamiliar emotions.
She stepped forward. Slowly, as if fearing he would bolt. Keeping her eyes on his, she saw an emptiness. 'Guilt' she realized was what she felt for taking the sparkle from those obsidian eyes. As she grew near, she had to tilt her head up to keep the gaze. Finally, she could reach up to his cheek, resting her hand softly for a moment before sliding down the sinewy muscles of the back of his neck. The barest of force and he responded, bringing them cheek to cheek, her lips almost brushing his ear. "It's alright" she whispered "I still want you to tell me, but when you're ready."
Pulling back slightly, he saw her face. Not quite the innocence he saw so briefly yesterday, but close. Her eyes, the inner storm always ready to strike any who ventured too close, was stilled like the eye of a hurricane. 'You never know just what will happen' Piccolo's voice echoed in his mind. Hope sparked, 'time to face things, HER, head on'.
He kissed her. He bent down and kissed her. Just on the lips and only holding it a moment. As he pulled back, he saw her smile. The spark of hope grew, thawing his blood and quickening his heart. A deep throb began in his head, echoing throughout his body.
Videl felt dizzy, the heady rush of success itself almost as good as the feeling of Gohan's kiss. 'More.' Sliding her other hand over the taunt cords joining shoulder and neck, she pulled. This time she started and he responded, tilting their heads apart for better access. The tip of her tongue met his, tasting, caressing, exploring. The air flowing in and out of her lungs became choppy, ragged. Videl was barely aware that Gohan's breathing matched her own. The coy touching of tongue on tongue ended as one thrust, exploring, trying to touch everything. Then retreating, allowing the other to touch as it had. Videl wasn't sure who started but the back and forth dance within their mouths continued for a long time.
At some point in their kiss Videl had called on her Ki, an amazingly small amount she dimly realized, lifting herself just enough that Gohan had to tilt his head up to maintain their liplock. As she wrapped her legs around his hips, he responded to the unspoken suggestion, sliding his hands along the undersides of her thighs to cup and squeeze her ass. The heightened rate of her breathing told him to continue and he did, squeezing and caressing, occasional venturing around the edges of her inner thighs.
As with the first kiss, she jerked her head back. Saying nothing, she felt the flush of blood warming her skin, giving her a blush as warm as her smile. And smile she did, bending back down to Gohan's ear to whisper "I want more". She leaned back, locking her legs around his waist and rocking her ass on his hands to pull off her tanktop and shirt.
Maybe if Gohan hadn't squeezed at that time her clothing would have survived. Probably not, but it didn't matter as scraps of pink and white cloth fluttered from her clenched fingers. Almost desperately, she reached behind her back, fumbling with the black sports bra's fastener. As she managed to peel it off and fling it aside, Videl returned her attention to Gohan. In the momentary pause to disrobe her desire had grown and as she looked down at Gohan's rapt face, she realized something.
He had frozen up. He knew Videl wanted this. He knew he should continue touching her, sharing the desire naked on her face. Naked, not quite, she still had on the black shorts. 'And whatever is under them, like nothing' some part of his mind speculated. But he didn't move, only gazing at the slender body before him. Her arms and legs were dense with heavy muscle, not bulging, but tight under her soft skin, enough edge to show her strength but no so much to blur her femininity. Not even the bruised right arm, splotched purple, detracted from either her strength or femininity. Her rear, he could feel through the fabric, had thick muscles beneath the soft roundness. Sloping inward from her hips, her waist and flat abdomen had dense cords softened to the touch by her skin, skin a shade paler from its lack of sun. And there was more.
Her breasts. The twin globes had to have been confined tightly in the bra considering how large they looked. Far larger then they seemed under the layers of loose clothing, they were not so large as some girls' at school were, particularly those that flaunted their charms. They barely sagged, accentuating the roundness and as Videl was, with her back arched, they were high and proud. Her nipples, an amazingly feminine pink, barely protruded from the pigmented circles just over an inch across.
The sun, still low in the sky, threw her body into a mass of light and shadow. The golden light and curving dark, particularly considering the curved raven locks crowning her head, made her seem almost unreal. And then, growling impatiently, she grabbed the back of his head and brought his lips to one of her pink nipples.
Trance broken, he inhaled, taking in her scent. Only a trace of the sweat remained but the part that he couldn't identify yesterday was there in full measure. And it was good. Breathing deeply, filling his lings with the scent of Videl, he puckered his lips around the small nub Videl had presented him. He was surprised by her reaction, but after a moment resumed suckling vigorously. She had gasped, throwing her head back as small quivers shook her entire body, and mashed his face further into her breast while spasmodically gripping and releasing the hair spikes on the back of his head. As Videl's almost naked body shook against his he realized something.
Piccolo hadn't materialized underwear. Thus the erection had tented the loose material of his new gi and brought it into contact with Videl's crotch. Only a few thin layers of cloth separated the two. It wasn't going to be enough.
"Vdl, Im feewing, uh, feewing, uh." 'Videl, I'm feeling, uh, feeling, uh' her mind translated from the muffled voice at her breast. 'Oh, so am I Gohan.' The feeling of Gohan suckling her nipple alone was enough to make her quiver. Which she was. But rubbing against his penis, even through the cloth, was beyond description. 'Better than chocolate.' 'Better than fighting.'
Benevolent gods smiled at Gohan. Well maybe they weren't so benevolent and those weren't smiles, but Gohan was rescued from his predicament. To his regret.
Bzzz. Bzzz.
Ingrained habits snapped Videl from her euphoria. She raised her wrist communicator. "WHAT, this had better be important, or I'm going to hurt someone!"
"Videl, ninjas have taken over the research wing of Satan City Hospital and are threatening to release a virus in less than an hour!"
"On my way, chief." She turned off the communicator, took in her lack of clothing, Gohan's erection and red strained face, and the situation as a whole.
"AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
A distant herd of triceratops looked up, panicking, as their instinct told them some fearsome predator was about to eat them.