Author's Note: Well. This chapter went from 3 lousy pages, to 9. And I can't tell you how many man hours have gone into this. My husband is becoming suspect…lol (Just kidding, he knows and supports my obsession with the Saiyans and their numerous causes.)
Happy Birthday Vegeta
Of Gohan and the Queen Chapter Eight
The Queen eyed her tasty new captive warily, keeping, for the moment, several yards of empty space between them. Gohan stood tall, dark and whip lean, and through sheer force of will, the trembling of his body was hidden. On the surface he looked calm, but beneath the skin, deep within, his cells worked overtime to metabolize the chemical inundating his system, making him weak. Soon, very, very soon, he would manage a clear thought. Who knew what would follow.
Mav suspected, he was simply unable to coordinate movement. Only the Gods knew why he wasn't lying stone deadon the floor. Six darts would have killed even the largest of the local beasts. In fact, her people had never had cause to use more than three while hunting. Her purple eyes intrigued, gleamed with the thrill of a handsome, unusual challenge that would ultimately be her slave.
Gohan was hardly in his best form, being massively poisoned and potentially lethally distracted by his worry for Bulma, but unless there were hidden variables, (and there always were) Queen Mav, was no threat to him, though the look in her eye said she considered herself otherwise.
He smiled, releasing the weapon with great care, a small, shy curve of his mouth, a hint of white teeth, as he drew on his energy. Testing, prodding, maintaining the harmless, innocent look even as he realized that he still had no power other than that of his well trained body. Which was, just at the moment, unresponsive. Kuso!
The sweet light shining in dark angelic eyes made her breath catch, and Mav was hooked. She moved, a doomed moth, towards his light. Her movement was all sensual female intent, tilted eyes blinked slowly at him, blinded by the Son trademark smile. Her scent, the green of thriving plants and earthen musk reminiscent of the jungle she lived in, teased his senses and gained her the full attention of the Demi-Saiyan. She watched the shift of something in his eyes, something, predatory, peering out of the darkness, a thing that hunted. Her smile turned feral. She hunted as well.
She kept her eyes trained on his, they hinted at such things…as she had never seen and she didn't want to chance missing a single instant. Her breasts crushed against the unforgiving wall of chest as she pressed her body to his, one hand snaked into the crisp hair at the base of his neck, pulling his head near to hers. Gohan found his breath trapped somewhere…else… he was paralyzed, unable to breathe despite the thunderous effort of his heart and lungs. She angled her head and spoke, her voice hot in his ear, the nubile length of her body hot against his, "I think, it is only fair that you pick up where I was so rudely interrupted." She nibbled his earlobe and was satisfied with the shiver that took him. Pleasure streaked from the searing spot where her lips had touched, to his very soul.
He swallowed thickly, drawing her attention to the throbbing at the base of his throat, which she tasted, catlike, with tiny flicks of her tongue. Each moist stroke sent electricity jolting through his system and part of him wondered dimly if it could be channeled. The lids of her eyes drooped closed as she hummed her pleasure against him, enjoying the salty flavor of taut, worried skin.
He moaned as his lungs finally saw fit to allow him oxygen, saturated as it was, with the Queen's need, it short circuited any thought that dared to be about anything other than pleasing Mav, thoroughly, roughly. He blinked, stunned by the pornographic images that emerged from the depths of his mind. 'Where the hell did that come from?' A hard edged smirk curved his mouth as he realized that Son Gohan DIDN'T know those things. But he sure as hell did. Holy Hell. If the repertoire dancing behind his half lidded eyes was any indication, he had a thousand years of saiyan sexual experience at his unbelievably lucky fingertips.
An anticipatory grin parted his lips and lust glinted in his eyes as Mav's nimble fingers worked the buttons of his shirt, pushing aside the woven fabric revealing a sun-kissed warrior's musculature. "Oh my." Her voice softened in appreciation of each pectoral and abdominal muscle individually, personally sculpted through rigorous training. She looked up, Gohan saw her eyes were like dark violets, shimmering with an iridescent heat that was for him. He narrowed his eyes in annoyance as she nudged him towards her sleeping area, backing him awkwardly across the room.
Still uncoordinated, he stumbled, and caught himself, his labored breathing caused the tan muscle of his stomach to ripple sinuously, and Mav, found her mouth suddenly dry as she watched her hapless, half-dressed prey and wanted to devour him. She wet her lips with a flash of pink tongue, and grabbed the open sides of his shirt holding him captive as she slid closer to him. Skin, perilously close to skin, for a breathless eternity, then contact. They gasped together as heat rolled off their bodies where flesh scorched flesh.
She growled, a low sound that struck his body like a tuning fork, and woke something terrible, in Gohan, that hissed air into its lungs in ragged gasps and growled an appropriate response to her. His mouth hung partially open, his eyes glittered goldly and Mav squeaked in pain as his fingers clenched bruisingly on her hips, grinding her against his generous, denim clad erection.
He bent his head to the vulnerable arch of her exposed throat, scented her blood like an animal. The knowledge that it pulsed just beneath his mouth in a hot, sweet, fountain pushed him, to the very edge. He could feel the rapid pump of it against his lips, thump, thump, thump, he could taste the metallic zing of it, his entire body shook violently.
She was His…to Own…or Fuck…or Kill. And she had thought him defenseless. A dark chuckle built within him, and he let it rasp out against the skin of her neck.
She mistook the leashed tension of impossible control, for passion, and writhed against him a slender, live wire. Her hands buried themselves in his hair, tugging frantically, pulling that sinful mouth to hers, devouring as she had wanted earlier, being devoured as never, before. Her mind splintered as he possessed her mouth with a mad intensity. Her eyes fluttered, and widened in shock when she saw flashes of lightening ruffling the shiny, ebony of his hair. Her cry of alarm was muffled by the continuing kiss. Gohan's eyes opened lazily and he smiled when her abused mouth fell slack. For an instant, his eyes were the color of the ocean on a summer day, lit from within by the same electricity snapping around his head. Then it was gone.
Black eyes blazed no less brightly, feverishly, as he brought a hand up between them to snap her mouth shut.
"Bit off more than you can chew, Mav?" He hardly recognized the hard gravel of his own voice. The same hand tweaked her breast before coming to rest on the gentle curve of her waist, where he toyed with the thin gold chain that encircled her…lucky, lucky scrap of metal. Her traitor body thrilled at the rough caress, and tightened in a pretty request for more, which he pointedly ignored. She tried to gather mind blown thoughts, to bolster caution, to force a string of words past her swollen lips, and barely succeeded in stuttering, "Who? What? Are you ?"
He couldn't stop the flash of what he knew was an awful grin, the Son smile gone horribly awry, any more than he could stop the continuous growl that rumbled from his chest, a low, seductive vibe he knew made its way through her body, because her pleasured quivering echoed through his.
She shivered helplessly as he ravaged his way down her throat, sharp canines bruised and scraped but never drew blood. The translucent skin stretched thinly across her collarbone tasted of sun and salt and wind. He nuzzled his way to the curve of her breast, took one pouting nipple into his mouth, and bit bluntly, using his teeth to draw a shuddering gasp from Mav. Then he spoke, forming the torment of words with lips and mouth and tongue, around her sensitized flesh.
"What I am, won't mean anything to you. But I am-" he paused, equitably moving his attention to the other pert, demanding breast. Strong hands slid up the slight expanse of her back, holding her torso captive to his skilled lips and talented tongue.
"Not entirely human."
Air filled his nose and lungs, thick with the rich scent of his heat and the many lusts of the Queen. Every thought she had about him, the fear, hate and all consuming heat, had correlating fragrances in his brain. Incredible desire and nameless needs crowded his head, in unequivocable demand. Wicked laughter rumbled out over the trembling mounds of her breasts and Kami help him, he didn't know which amused him more, her shock, or her the strength of her arousal despite the shock.
"Mav, I think you like that I'm… different. You smell…delicious." He licked his lips unconsciously. "More than a little bit afraid, and incredibly…needy." His voice grated over her, promising that every need would be assuaged.
Her face was a angry reflection of the very things he said, bitter panic swirled with a hollow, desperate ache unlike anything she'd ever known….he knew it, and she hated him for it. His eyes glinted with that unholy desire and his mouth watered in anticipation of the sharp, sweet taste of her fear.
"Don't be afraid, Mav," he brushed her tender mouth with his, "I won't eat you all up," he smirked and proceeded to consume her, beginning with her mouth. His amusement was the final aggravating straw. She was the Queen! She would not be toyed with! She wrenched away from his kiss, with a righteous scream. Mav shoved against him with her hands and feet in an attempt to break his hold on her, but his fingers never slipped, he just absorbed the impact! She might as well have thrown herself against a wall for all the effect it had. Truly infuriated, she struggled with the entirety of her lithe body, she bent and stomped, and finally succeeded in getting turned around in his grasp so she was facing away from his stupid smirk. Enraged she slammed her elbow back packing the weight of her whole furious being into the strike, and heard his sharp, pained gasp. With a snort she wriggled from his lax fingers. 'Stupid boy.' Thought to make a toy of her. She turned to look at him, the satisfaction on her narrow features, melting into slack-jawed shock.
"Fuck!" He gasped as her futile struggle ignited a strange and terrifying need to chase and subdue in him. He wanted her to run, for the sheer desperate joy of chasing her down and tearing her apart with his fucking teeth, seeing her blood spatter from his assault. He would show her what it meant to hunt.
At that precise moment, energy roared over him in an unstoppable flood, black eyes flashed teal, his muscles forced into rigidity, he panted and trembled trying in vain to control the sudden deluge. "AAAgggghhh! Kami!" It crashed against him in deep, unavoidable waves that swirled and tugged at his legs, trying to undermine his footing and drag him under.
'What is it about the beast that makes a woman's knees weak?' Mav watched, amethyst eyes awed, as he battled with himself, her fear gone in the face of his tremendous conflict. She undid the button at his waist and slid his pants down. She eased him back on her bed and straddled his hips like some primitive goddess.
"Oh, my." This time the admiration in her tone was thick with desire. He heard both, smelled both, tasted both on his tongue, and thought the overload might kill him, hell it might kill them both if the power he fought against was any indication.
Thought ceased when she joined their bodies in an easy glide of tight, wet, heat, that encased him, changed him, forever. She moaned, a low sound of fulfillment, and shifted her hips, to allow her body to fully accommodate his size. Pleasure spread simultaneously through their bodies like wildfire, insatiable. He was, remarkable, trapped beneath her, the muscles of his stomach bunching as he rose to meet her body, he stirred a frenzy of desire and anger and danger with each total invasion. There was a arctic glint in those crystalline eyes, however, that told her, there would be no repeat. This was a one time ride.
She raised herself, only to have his fingers tighten aggressively, possessively on her hips, and hold her in place as he slammed his length into her, knocking the breath from her lungs. His smirk was male and crude. That breathless, broken cry was exactly what he wanted to hear, again and again. He intended to give Mav what she wanted, in spades. He watched intently as violet eyes hazed with pleasure before closing. He watched as her lithe torso arched and swayed above him like a willow branch in a summer storm. She rode him, blissfully unaware of the energy brewing, of the ongoing struggle to contain, and inevitably, he slipped.
They moved in perfect sync in the final frenetic moment. Mav ground herself against him and power burst as if from behind a dam, exploding within her, as he did. Their orgasm ripped hoarse cries of release from them, bathing their bodies in the oscillating, golden glow of the SuperSaiyan. Mav recoiled with an agonized scream as fire seared through every cell in her body instantaneously, and then returned to its' source. She collapsed in blissful unconsciousness atop Son Gohan's heaving chest, but he, was not to have such an easy out.
The tidal wave crashed down, down, down leaving him helplessly convulsed as it pounded, raged through him with the demon force of a howling tornado, sneering and smashing his self-imposed boundaries like matchsticks. "NNNNNNOOOOOOOOO! NO No!No!No!No." He choked back angry, exhausted tears of frustration, he'd fought too long and too hard for it to be like this! Every fucking training session, every confrontation, even during the battle with Cell, he kept it beaten down, buried so deeply that he'd forgotten it was his. Stripped it from his mind so he would never, ever, recall the invincibility, the intoxicating high that came with that kind of power.
He'd been so young, preschool really, when he'd sealed Garlic Jr in a rift between the worlds. His father, thinking him unconscious after the trial, told him how proud he was, but that he didn't think Gohan's mother could handle the information. He hadn't wanted to frighten her. What son wants their mother to fear them? It was then, that he knew the truth, that no, one, single, person should have the kind of power he did. A tender age to realize he was a monster. No different than the slime he had trapped in the dead zone.
Unfathomable terror swamped him now as it had then, and he could do nothing, NOTHING, but quake and cry as his Demi-Saiyan body sang the glory of the power of a super nova.
Power blasted through the cabin of their jet, causing it to rock and shake and rattle. Krillin and Piccolo looked at one another, a thread of real alarm binding them together. Krillin arched his brow, and Piccolo replied, "I don't know," with a shrug. But he wasn't entirely certain, that it hadn't been Gohan.
Gohan groaned under the strain, it took fucking ages, for the power to recede, for his transformation to reverse, blond hair going black and soaked with sweat, his body boneless with fatigue. He waited only a few minutes for his breathing to become normal before trying to move. He left the unconscious Queen sprawled on her bed, righted his clothes and stumbled from the room without a backward glance. Wearily he scanned his surroundings for ki signatures and was frustrated by finding the same barest indications of life. His fatigue almost caused him to miss the blue smudge of energy. He very nearly couldn't muster the strength to work the signal. His mind and body were barren like ground zero at a blast site. He forced himself to focus, sharpened his mental image of the scientist, the sound of her laugh, a glimpse of her smile, and compared it to the blue glimmer, in the space of a single heartbeat. He was certain, she was still alive. There was still a reason to fight. There was just no way he could.
He stepped into the dusk, and by the grace of some God or another, he spied one of the twin guards, carrying something that might have been Bulma. Shaped right, dressed right, but her hair…long gone. He found, rather suddenly, a well of frigid anger that allowed him to move in front of the guard for a closer inspection. His breath lodged in his lungs, and his heart constricted, "Oh, Kami. It is Bulma." While horror and denial churned in his stomach, the guard finally recognized him. "Hey! What are you doing out here? Where's Queen Mav? If you've harmed her you will die--" His mouth thinned in a flat, frightening line and eyes completely devoid of life, Gohan struck like forked lightening, fast and hot and with devastating impact. His fist sliced into the guard's chest through the protective cage of bone and cartilage like it was warm wax and returned with wet squelch and a useless organ pumping steadily in his trembling hand.
Gaping, astonished at the hole in his chest, the guard staggered. Piccolo moved in to take Bulma's limp form from the deceased man's arms as he sank to his knees in front of the overwrought Saiyan. Gohan effortlessly planted his foot in the guard's shocked face, and he flew backwards to die in a shallow pit.
"Heartless bastard." Gohan growled and tossed the oozing heart beside the dead man. He turned to the carefully blank face of his mentor and the shocked face of one of his best friends, and couldn't manage to replace his veneer of civility to save his life. It wasn't worth the effort.
He looked at Piccolo, hope shadowing otherwise vacant eyes. "You can't fly by any chance?"
"That's a negative, Gohan Buddy." Krillin's voice was familiar and soothing.
"Then we have to get to the beach, so we have space for the capsule jet. It's in Bulma's pocket, along with the dragonball. Nice timing by the way." He turned and silently led the party back to the beach.
O.o too much? Nah. Never. I love Son Gohan. : D