"So, Videl, are you going to the christmas staff party?" The ever present Miss Kendry questioned her charge for the year. The sounds emanated stirred the brain of the one questioned and Videl slowly turned her head from where she had been looking, staring perplexedly towards the object that kept her attending the school as a student teacher while simultaneously causing her to feel like she never wanted to come back.
She was more confused now than she had ever been in her entire life. He had been almost nothing like they said he would be. Most of the things that she had expected were true, it wasn't as if he was the complete opposite to what the descriptions told her, but almost everyone on the faculty was in shock to his behaviour. Gohan's antics were of course the main topic for discussion, and had been for many a year.
No one knew just yet why the womanising that was so consistent and accurate in its ways that you could set a watch by it had ceased, except Gohan though, or so the masses hoped. There wouldn't be much gossip otherwise.
Videl was so confused because Gohan had actually been in contact with her more than any other teacher, even Miss Kendry was not around her as much as the tall male stood no more than twenty feet from her. It almost seemed as though they were actually friends, of all things.
To Videl, it didn't appear that Gohan had a great many female friends, he had put himself in exile for his past actions with them all on that front. They often clamoured to be around him, but he didn't seem too interested in anyone for that purpose, and they just appeared to want to see a bit more of him.
At first, Videl had her doubts, she had never actually seen him courting anyone, so she just suspected that this was his way, but after only a week at the school, she had already had her doubts, all fueled by the words of the other teachers who all looked like they were about to burst into a state of panic whenever the subject came up. She had never been one to boast, but was fairly certain that Gohan didn't find her visually revolting, so she threw the idea that he simply didn't want to sleep with her for that reason straight out of the window.
One thought that was constantly nagging at her, one that would not go away, was that maybe there was a slight chance that the man she thought that she was falling in love with, something all of the other women claimed to have done at some point as well, could actually want her for more than just a one night stand. She didn't want to elevate her distant and improbable hopes however, and subdued these feelings as much as was humanly possible.
Occasionally she would catch him looking at her, his eyes almost burning, filled with a lustful, predatory gaze, perhaps in the school gym where they both went after school, together of course, like friends, or in the bar where they went after that. When she saw him with that look in his eyes, she felt as though he was about to make love to her then and there, no matter the location or what company they were in, and a very large part of her hoped that he would, not in the middle of a bar though. Every time she caught him, however, he would manage to revert his stare back to one that one would normally expect to see while engaging in a perfectly harmless and non-erotic conversation.
She knew that he had often caught her looking at him in a slightly similar way, perhaps not quite so predatory, but definitely full of lust. Occasionally she would be doing it on purpose, maybe while they were together in the gym, in an attempt to show her growing, or rather, exploding interest in him, but the majority were simply lapses in her concentration, as her eyes slowly kept tracing a line to where he would be working, effortlessly lifting unimaginably heavy amounts of weights.
"Huh? What?" The dark haired woman replied.
"I said," she began, exasperated, "are you gonna go to the party? The christmas one. It's always a blast."
"I don't know. I'm not usually into that kind of thing, I can't really hold my drink too well." Videl knew exactly what this party was, just an excuse for a massive bender, the booze-up of the year no doubt, teachers could really go at it all right, must be the children's fault.
"I'm sure Gohan'll be there. He always is, maybe that'll be the night that you two finally get it on. I really don't know what's got into him these last few months. I was sure that he would of had you in the first week. Rumour has it that he's staying away from his old haunts, too. It's as if he's fasting or something, abstaining from sex for a little while. I doubt that he'll last much longer though. Christmas party, I'm telling you, watch out for him, 'cause he'll be coming to get you." With a wink, she was gone. Videl shook her head at her colleague's bullshit that she hoped to high heaven was actually true. She now felt as if she could go insane if this carried on the way it was going.
Perhaps if she did go, both of them might be a little loosened up after a few drinks, and things could follow on from there. She mentally scolded herself before her thought process at the time dragged her even further. She had never in her life thought thoughts like these she had felt over the last couple of months. Men hadn't been anywhere near the top of her list of priorities, if they were even on there at all.
But now, however, things seemed very different. She was actually considereing getting herself and another drunk just so that there might be a greater chance for the two of them to wind up in bed together. When had things changed so much? Stupid Gohan taking his time in only befriending her, why couldn't she receive the same treatment the other women had got? Her mind was currently blinded towards the fact that all Gohan gave them was a one night stand and nothing more, something not to be particularly proud of, in particular for Gohan.
Gohan felt the eyes of a certain woman burning into the back of his head, but chose to ignore them for the moment, he was actually talking serious business here. As soon as that was over, he allowed his mind to wander back towards her.
He had resisted the urges to take her to bed much more easily than he thought he would have, maybe he wasn't a compulsive after all. Actually staying away from her however, had been a much more difficult challenge. At first he simply intended to make a caual acquaintance with her, a hello and a smile in the corridor, perhaps the odd chat over a cup of coffee, but nothing more.
He was constantly attracted to her though, but this time not in the looks department, it was just a very pleasing bonus that he got to sit and stare at her for great portions of every day. He was in fact being attracted to her personality, always wanting to be around her, always talking, conversing for hours on end sometimes with her, noticing all of the small things that he never used to even see or sense at all in other women, things that he felt either didn't exist, or didn't matter at all.. The way that she laughed, or smiled, or the little things that got her excited when they talked, and a whole host of other foolish things. He didn't understand it, and frankly he was quite scared of it.
He could not really talk to anyone about it, especially not his mother. She would just spout some bullshit about how he was probably in love, whatever that was. Just a load of nonsense he constantly told himself. Love did not exist, at least not in his world, where Gohan's word was the absolute, and only law.
Goten wouldn't be much use either, his current state of mind left in no state to give romantic advice. His engagement had seemingly brought a bout of paranoia upon the poor boy, and the added pressure of his imminent fatherhood responsibilities did nothing to aid this. The younger saiyan had felt that the way that Katie had 'looked' at Gohan on one occasion was unacceptable.
This had immediately scaled into an all out war for all of three minutes, where Goten decided he would foolishly attempt to teach his older, and far stronger brother a lesson. While Goten had been spouting off crap about how the child probably wasn't even his, and most likely his own brother's, he had also attacked his sibling, fists flying uncontrollably.
In the mindset he was in, he was simply flailing about like a hooked fish on a line, merely prolonging his agony. Luckily the situation did not escalate into the realms of super saiyans, but Gohan was forced to power up along with his brother.
The sound of Gohan's fist colliding with his younger brother's jaw was sickening for the viewers to hear, who were only the boys' mother and Goten's girlfriend, and the blow sent the younger Son reeling backwards onto the cool grass beneath. As Goten nursed his mutilated jawbone, Gohan strode to him and crouched before him.
There was absolutely nothing for him to worry about, he had told him. There was nothing between the two of them, and never would be, the bond between the brothers was far too strong for that. The child could definitely not be his, he also informed his young brother, as he had most certainly used protection. The look on his face! That was a moment that Gohan Son would not forget in a very long time, if at all. Of course it was all a little joke, a bit of harmless fun, although Goten took a little convincing afterwards, as he immediately jumped back at his brother.
Maybe after he had slept with her, on the night of the annual staff christmas party, he would forget about all of this nonsense, about her, and move onto his next, or perhaps just continue on his apparent aimless charge through the endless supply of women in the city for him to seduce.
Fat chance.
Gohan was agog at the site before him. He had agreed with Videl to pick her up before the party, and drive her there, saving her the trouble of doing it herself, and had planned on sharing a taxi to their respective abodes. Of course Gohan knew that they would both be returning here together tonight, and he wouldn't find his way home until the next morning.
When they had met up outside of school hours, she had always worn simple attire, out of her 'ma'amish' stuff, but still equally respectable and conservative, with her worn jeans and well fitting but unrevealing t-shirts.
Tonight, however, it seemed as though she had put just a little bit more of an effort into her look. The women always dressed up to these sorts of thing far more than the men did, but Videl, despite the huge differences to what she normally wore, was definitely not over the top, although Gohan felt slightly inadequate in his simple black pants and dark blue dress shirt.
She wore a little make-up, just blusher and a little eyeliner that brought them out fantastically, she knew that she never really needed much to look good. A simple white top was adorned that plunged dangerously far down her neckline, revealing just the barest hint of cleavage, or possibly not quite the barest, more like the maximum without causing offence, and a very short, grey, pleated skirt that revealed the long, silky legs that he had only seen emerge while wearing a pair of cycling shorts. As for shoes? Who cares about shoes?
She looked like she was after someone tonight, and she sure as hell looked as though she was about to get him.
In the car, Gohan could barely keep his eyes on the road. From his elevated postion beside her, he could clearly see right down her chest, and the way she crossed her legs left little to the imagination. Was he nervous? No, the butterflys in his stomach were not nerves, he was never nervous, he was simply excited. That in itself was odd as well. He was never really that excited either, women were not quite the challenge they had once been for him. Even in his younger days it was laughably easy for him, but when compared to the last few years he certainly was an amateur back then. Maybe he was excited because of the long wait that he had endured. It couldn't just be that this one woman got him all hot under the collar and as excited as a dog in the prime of its life in heat.
As they approached the place where the school always held these functions, inside a small function room to the side, he got out and walked around quickly as Videl exited the car, heping her out, much to her amusement. Who said chivalry was dead? It didn't make things worse for Gohan that he could see everything even better as she bent over to get out.
Leading her in by the arm, he detached from her and allowed the woman to go for a chat with some of the other female teachers congregated a few feet away, while he went over to the bar to speak with the principal and a couple of the other vices who had already arrived.
As soon as the music began, a number of the younger, more nubile female members of staff began dancing in the centre of the so called 'dance floor'. Surprisingly for Gohan, Videl was among them, or rather seemed to be actually leading the pack. He never knew that she could dance quite this well, although he noticed that she definitely had the body for it. He was now seated in one of the seats at the side with the other males, watching the show unfold.
Videl was facing him, and she was the only one that he was focused on, the others did not matter at this point. He blocked out the cheesy pop music that was playing, blaring away in his sensitive ears, and he caught the mischevious grin and twinkle in her eye as she turned slowly, placing her hands at the top of her backside, seeming to move in slow motion to him. He knew that all of this was for his own benefit, there was no doubt about that. He wondered whether this was all planned on her behalf. Was she trying to get him into bed tonight like he was? Was she a man eater, as he was a complete womaniser?
No, she wasn't. He knew about the few relationships that she had maintained in her college years, and he saw no hint of lies or deception. She was so angelic, almost pure, and he almost felt bad at what he was about to do. She wasn't a virgin, but had hardly any experience at all. Was it really fair to her that he should simply leave her after one night. He wanted to be friends afterwards, but could he? Could she still be friends with him?
He pushed it all down as far as it would possibly go, down into the recesses of his mind. He wanted her, he was going to have her no matter what the cost. And he was definitely not about to change his ways and settle down, or anything stupid like that. His goal should remain unchanged.
He stood up, regained his usual calm and collected self, and strode right over to her, grasping her wrist with his hand. He didn't know how long he could wait, but he did not really want to find out. Normally he might actually put on a show, as if he was actually putting the effort in, but not tonight, the effort had been put in since september, this was the culmination.
He shouted to her, but it came out as a whisper in her ear. "Do you want to go outside?" Nice and direct, nothing else like a direct question in a situation like this.
She gave him a coy smile, underlaid with obvious intent, but gave the exact opposite answer to the one that he was rightfully expecting. She actually shook her head.
"You'll have to try harder than that!" She mouthed to him slowly. She turned around with a smile on her face and a laugh in her throat.
Gohan groaned a loud groan that was barely even heard inside his own head, but a smile still on his face. She was playing games, playing hard to get. He sighed, he would have to dance! Dancing was easy, but no fun at all really, or at least not normally.
He took that back soon enough however. Dancing with Videl was even better than sex with almost every other woman he had slept with. She knew exactly what to do with her body, with some kind of subconscious ability that every person on the planet would kill for. Almost every time he came into contact with her, which was inevitably a great deal of times, he was in danger of getting a little over excited right there in front of everyone, and he felt, or rather knew that she felt the same. She didn't object to his hands roaming about her body.
Most of the other members of staff were now completely plastered, dropping wine bottles all over the floor in their drunken stupor, or collapsed on the chairs and sofas around the room. The two of them were alone in their soberness, as well as their space on the dance floor, but even if there were others, they would be easily forgotten or unnoticed. Currently there was only one other thing that mattered in the world to the other, and the actions of their hands had gone far beyond what one would normally see in a normal club or bar. Lucky for them that no one else would remember a moment of this party.
Gohan soon felt a soft, dainty hand clasp itself around his wrist, and slowed himself down as he felt Videl do the exact same thing. She was biting her lower lip in anticipation, and breathed a few words that he neither heard or read on her lips, but he knew exactly what they were. "I want to go outside now."
He exchanged their grips, and he was the one that now held the woman's arm. Leading her to the door at a pace that seemed painfully slow, he turned to check that she wasn't drunk or high, he couldn't take advantage of her. He knew she wasn't, he had kept his eyes on her all night, they had drunk water only to prevent dehydration. Gohan wondered how they had stopped dancing to get that. He certainly didn't remember it, but he knew that it had happened.
As the doors flung open before him, he swung her around and smoothly caught her behind her back with one arm and slowed her down so as not to hurl her against the wall. She furiously crushed her lips to his own. His hand moved to her waist, and the other to her neck, while her own snaked their underneath his shirt, and around to his back.
Gohan felt her thigh brush up against his hip, her leg raised and knee bent. He moved his left hand from her neck to her upper thigh, and lifted her effortlessly up, bringing her closer to him. His heart was hammering away in his chest like a subway train, in a never relenting beat, faster than it had ever before. He removed his tongue from her mouth and gently caressed along her jawbone and neck with his lips. As she moaned slightly, arching her back into him, he drew back. "Do you want to get a cab?" He managaed to gasp out. He had been shocked to find how out of breath he was.
She nodded with no hesitation. He saw so many emotions in her beautiful blue eyes, some he recognised, but a scary few that he didn't. The obvious ones were there, like they always were in the situations that he had found himself in, such as lust, passion and anticipation for what was to come. What were those other emotions that he spied that looked so powerful? He wondered what she could see in his own eyes.
In years to come, he wondered just how they made it to the taxi rank near to the hall in the middle of the city, how they made it all of the way to Videl's apartment luxuriously fitted out and paid for by her father without making love to each other. It wasn't until after this one night that he began calling it that.
As Videl fumbled with her keys, Gohan pulled her around to face him. He planted a soft kiss on her lips and pulled back gently. He was confused, and his eyes showed it.
"What's wrong?" She whispered.
"I don't know." He wasn't lying. The feeling in the pit of his stomach and the odd murmers of his heart were all new to him.
Videl bit down on her bottom lip softly. "Gohan, I feel like I should tell you...I've never done this before. I'm a virgin. I was lying when I told you otherwise."
He smiled at her. "We can stop if you want?"
"No. I want this, I want you."
Gohan nodded. Somewhere deep down he knew this was almost like his first time too. Never before had he been in a stuation like this. He knew that tonight both of them would be experiencing something special.
As soon as they made it inside, nothing was stopping them or holding them back. Clothes were discarded quickly and efficiently in the hallway by the front door and the walls of the corridor leading up towards her bedroom would tell of the passionate kisses experienced there if they could talk.
Once inside her bedroom, Gohan gently placed his broad hands on her round hips, and once again effortlessly lifted her from the ground. She wrapped her legs around his thin waist, as he slowly descended onto the bed. Things were no longer rushed, the formalities had been done with and the games played.