Disclaimer: I only own Millenia and Aira.

A/N: Here I was, saying there will be no sequel to Owned. Ah, I just got this idea listening to a song. It's AU, cause… ah, you'll see. I won't spoil the surprise! I have no notes, just that… I almost cried and I had a really bad feeling when I reread this. The emotions are so intent, so clear that it shocked me I could write something like this. I think it's really something that… lives. My best work so far, I think. Please, read and review.

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Millenia and Piccolo were heading towards the Son's house. They were living happily with their daughter, Aira. The little girl had the beauty and the eyes of her mother, but her hair was sapphire blue, the same as Goku's mother's – according to what Millenia said. She was a charming little princess and she had her father wrapped around her little finger as soon as she giggled at him. It was the child's fourth birthday, and they were having a garden party with the others.

When they arrived, the little girl was greeted with presents and a huge chocolate cake. When everyone had cake, Millenia walked over to her elder nephew, Gohan. She hadn't seen him in two months and she wanted a chat with him. He was standing with his back to the wall, and Millenia stood next to him. The boy seemed tense, but she didn't really pay attention to it, she guessed he must be stressed over something, like he usually was.

"Hey, Gohan." She smiled at him. He didn't meet her eyes, as he stared at the ground.

"Hi, Millenia." He replied timidly.

"You're not calling me aunty anymore?" The Spirit Fighter asked cheekily. She was happy to be around her family and her nephew who had grown into a fine man over the four years. She still remembered the image of that cute, but serious little boy she first met and sparred afterwards.

"No, why, would you prefer that?" He asked. As polite as ever, Millenia noted to herself.

"You can call me whatever you want, Gohan." She said, glancing at the others. Piccolo was playing with Aira, Goku was laughing at the craziness the little Goten performed, and Chichi was her usual self, ordering everyone around. "So, you're going to be nineteen in a month, huh?"

"Yeah." He nodded, and took her hand in his trembling one suddenly. He stroked the top of it with his thumb then he let it go, and stared at the ground again. Millenia blinked, but she continued anyways.

"And I'll be twenty-three a week after that. Funny how time flies. You grew up." The young man finally looked into her eyes.

"Millenia, could I talk to you alone?" He asked quietly, his voice quivering with a strange emotion. His aunt chuckled melodiously.

"Sure thing, Gohan." The boy nodded, letting a deep sigh out then took off. Millenia followed curiously.

"What is the big deal, hm? Is it about girls?" She smirked, winking; wondering why was her nephew so nervous.

"Sort of." He answered, as his usually bright eyes took on a distant gaze.

They touched down in the woods, in the small clearing they used to talk in whenever Millenia visited them.

"So, what is it, Gohan?" She asked. He turned to look at her, taking in every inch of her body as he swallowed. She hasn't changed any; she was as beautiful as ever. Even after having Aira, she kept her slim frame. Her emerald eyes shone with their usual happiness, and her long red hair waved around her, caressing her long thighs. His intent stare made her take a hesitant step back. "What's wrong?"

"Millenia…" He breathed, closing the small distance between them with a step. His eyes glazed over slightly, as he stared into hers. His cheeks were flushed and Millenia could clearly hear his quick heartbeat. She stood there, paralyzed by his closeness. His rapid breathing was hot against her lips and it made her shiver. He caressed her hand with his own trembling one then he trailed it up her arm to her shoulder, slightly gracing the side of her breast, gasping silently when he did so. Millenia couldn't understand him, why was Gohan acting so…

Her train of thought was delayed by him suddenly sneaking his arms around her waist as he captured her lips in a soft kiss. Millenia couldn't move, she just stood there, waiting for him to finish kissing her. She couldn't just push him away, her beloved nephew, could she? So she waited patiently, her mind only screaming one question: WHY?

His hands were caressing her back sweetly as he moved his lips, slightly nibbling on hers. His body was pressed against hers, and she could easily feel his growing thrill. When he finally let her go, she stared into his passion-flushed face with utter shock.

"Gohan… why… why did you do that?" She asked quietly. She just simply couldn't believe that her nephew… kissed her… it wasn't right…

"Millenia…" He started, licking his lips slightly. His voice was a low, throaty whisper and dulled by emotions as he spoke her name. "I'm in love with you…"

"No… you… you're my nephew, Gohan. You can't love me that way…" She stepped back, shaking her head. Deep down, she knew it was true, by the look he gave her.

"I'm not really your nephew… you're not the sibling of my father… we're not bound that closely… it's… it's not wrong…" He tried desperately, walking towards her. He reached for her arm but she stepped back again. He stopped, understanding what she meant, and just looked in her eyes. He stood there, the wind slightly blowing his hair and he continued. "I'm in love with you… and I hate the fact that another man has you already…" The pain in his eyes made Millenia soften.

"Gohan… you have to understand… I don't love you more than I should my nephew. I'm in love with him…" She walked closer, and hugged him, stroking his black hair. A few tears made their way down her cheeks as she realized just how much she had hurt him.

Gohan cried; he felt more pain than ever in his life. His love had been rejected this easily. He cursed at his foolish heart for falling in love with her. His shoulders shook as he wept miserably, embracing the woman who has conquered his heart.

I still remember that day clearly. I'll never forget the way she held me in her arms. I was weaker than ever in my life. She was so caring, so kind to me, and still, she broke my heart. But she broke it so gently that it didn't anger me. It only hurt. It hurt more than any other hit I have ever received. Such a wonderful pain.

There are times when my thoughts wander off to her sweet, full lips against my own. Then I whisper her name; it fits so perfectly on my tongue, I just love to hear that melodic sound. When I embraced her, her soft, milk-like skin was so hot it burnt me. Her hand in mine, they fit so flawlessly into each other. We would have been perfect for each other. I know it.

There are times, when I wake up, sweating heavily and I'm painfully aroused. It's because I dream of her. I dream of her kissing me, conquering me, loving me. I gave her my first kiss, and I wanted to give her my innocence too. But that wouldn't happen, only in my dreams, for she is another man's. My old mentor… somehow I can't hate him. He was older than me when he met her; I was only thirteen. I had no chance.

I have Videl now. We've been going out for five months now. But… I'll never be able to kiss her like I kissed her that day. I'll never be able to hold her like I held her. She'll never mean as much to me as she does. I'll never love her the way I love her. I'll never love her with such passion and affection. I simply can't.

Yes… I still love her. And if anyone asks, I won't deny it. Why would I deny the most beautiful pain I have ever experienced? But no one asks. No one ever asked how I felt, only her. She was there for me always. We used to talk through nights. I miss those nights.

I feel so helpless. I don't know what to do; I got tired of pretending I love Videl. Not like she would love me… I know she's cheating on me. I don't care; it can't affect me. We don't admit it, but we only keep up our relationship to hide our true feelings from the others, fearing they're sinful. Sinful… is it sinful to love someone? I think it's not. Hey, world, can you hear me? I love her!

I just wish… I wish if I could kiss her again. I would make it perfect. Perfect… like her…