Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Dragonball Z.

A/N: I had put up a different version of this chapter and then realised that I wasn't happy with it. So I'm re-doing it. Some aspects of the plot have had a bit of a rejigger until I was happy with how things played out. I'm now fairly happy with it so I will just take this opportunity to apologise for the long time since I last updated. Also, warning, there is a love scene in this...in fact most of it is, so if you don't like, don't read.

Chapter 9

Perfect to me.

Gohan stretched as he slipped out of the room he was sharing with Goten. He knew it wasn't for much longer now. According to his father, he'd taught Appura nearly everything she needed to know. As soon as she mastered flying and channelling her ki energy into attacks, she wouldn't need him anymore and she'd be able to train on her own, relying solely on her Saiyan genetics. The thought of her leaving Mt. Paozu made Gohan feel a little sad. He liked having her around; she was like a light in the darkness that had fallen around him when Videl had left him.

As he approached the kitchen, he could smell coffee and he could hear Appura talking, interrupted occasionally by the clacking from a keyboard. It had become apparent over the last couple of weeks that West City Records only gave their artists a three week leave of absence before throwing them straight back into work. Appura hadn't slept in a week by Gohan's reckoning or at least not much. She was still typing away on the keyboard at night when he said goodnight and she always had at least half a cup of coffee in front of her when he got up in the morning. "No, Rick, I'm looking at the proposed schedule now and there isn't a single Satan City date on it," came Appura's voice in a tone that Gohan recognised as one Bulma used when she was pissed, "Rick! Why would I lie?" Gohan looked around the door. She was sat with her back to him, hunched over her laptop and her cell phone to her ear, still wearing yesterday's clothes which were black pants, a black vest top with a red checked shirt over it. He walked up behind her and noticed her coffee cup was empty. He reached over her shoulder for it, making her jump slightly. "Hey Gohan," she said, "Is it morning already? What, Rick? No I wasn't talking to you, I was talking to Gohan...none of your business...oh for fucks...he's Goku's kid."

Gohan picked up her coffee cup and moved towards the counter as he half-listened to Appura's conversation with her agent. "Well, what do you want me to do?" she said, "Call the Tour Planner? Gee, Rick, that's a stroke of genius, maybe you should apply for the Brief's Grant!" She hung up. Gohan handed her the cup of coffee. "Thanks," she said, her voice showing how tired she truly was. She sniffed the dark liquid before taking a sip. "So, what's Rick done wrong this time?" he asked, sitting in the chair opposite Appura as she looked through her cell phone's address book for a number. "Royally fucked up this tour. I told him I needed two dates free, November fourteenth for mom and Yamcha's wedding," she said, "And New Years for Capsule Corps New Years ball. And he still managed to mess that up."

She hit a button and put her cell phone to her ear only for it to emit a loud beep. "Stupid thing," she muttered, "Batteries dead. I guess I'll just have to email them." Gohan frowned. She was overworking herself and looked exhausted, dark circles were forming under her eyes. He had to think of a way to get her to rest. Then an idea came to him. Piccolo had destroyed cameras that had taken Gohan's picture as the Great Saiyaman, perhaps he could...He focussed on Appura's laptop, if he could just...Appura screamed and leapt back as sparks flew from the laptop. "Shit," she said, gingerly pressing a button only for sparks to fly out again, "Piece of crap."

"Looks like you'll have to wait for Bulma to fix it when she comes by later," said Gohan, sipping his coffee casually.

"Yeah," said Appura, apparently too tired to even realise what was going on, "Maybe I'll go get a couple of hours sleep."

"Yeah, that would be good," said Gohan as she stood up and left.

Half an hour later, Gohan walked past his room, or rather Appura's room as it was at the moment. She was lying on the bed but was only half-asleep, muttering under her breath about making phone calls and sorting out tour dates. He pulled her door closed, hoping that shutting off the house's noises she might get some sleep. "Gohan," his father's voice made him jump and release the door handle. "What's up, Dad?" he asked.

"Nothing to worry about too much," said Goku, "It's your grandfather. He's had a bit of a fall so your mom and I are going to go take care of him. Goten's staying at Bulma's for a couple of days, so you and Appura will be on your own for a couple of days. Make sure she gets some sleep."

"Ok, Dad," said Gohan.

It was six o'clock in the evening before Appura re-emerged from her room. She hadn't really slept, just dozed on and off whilst her mind ran in circles. She'd completely missed Goku and Chi-Chi leaving and Bulma picking up Goten. The house was almost completely silent, the only noise was coming from the living room. Appura went in, only to find Gohan sat on the sofa alone, watching TV. "Hey," she said, looking around.

"Hey," he replied, not even turning his head.

"Where is everyone?"

"Grandpa had a fall so Mom and Dad have gone to take care of him," said Gohan, shifting in his seat so one arm was on the back of the sofa, his other resting on the arm, "Goten's gone to Bulma's."

"Did I sleep all day?" she said, looking at the darkened window.

"On and off, your mind didn't seem to want you to rest properly," he said. His stomach was tying itself in knots. He was truly alone with Appura. She walked over to the sofa and sat down, about six inches from him, leaning back against the cushions, her hair touching his arm. He took a deep breath and tried to concentrate on the TV. "Do you fancy a drink?" Appura asked after a moment.

"Yes," replied Gohan a little too quickly. Appura got up and left. She came back a couple of minutes later with a wine bottle and two glasses.

"My Dad gave me this for my birthday," she said as she put the glasses on the coffee table. Gohan sat up straight as she pulled the cork from the bottle. "He actually gave me a couple of bottles," she continued as she poured some out before sitting on the floor. Gohan slid off the sofa and sat on the floor next to her. Appura took a sip from her wine and smiled. Gohan took a sip. He preferred beer but the wine wasn't too bad. "After the Cell games," Appura said, "Dad told me he stayed on Earth for three reasons. Me, Trunks and red wine." Gohan chuckled and took another sip.

"Gohan, can I ask you a question?" she asked after a moment's silence.

"You just did, but you may ask me another," he replied, smiling over the rim of his glass.

"Do you think I'm attractive?" Gohan looked at her in stunned silence. This was definitely uncharted territory for them. The subject of how they felt about each other had never been approached. "Well...you're..." he started before his voice faltered and the room plunged back into silence. He looked away. "Gohan," Appura said firmly, making the Hybrid look at her, "Why don't you answer me? Am I unattractive?"

"What? No! It's just..." he said, his mind going completely blank as to what to say, "It's just you're Vegeta's..."

"I'm Vegeta's daughter," said Appura, a frown on her face, "Thanks Gohan, thanks for letting me know that I'm wasting my time here." She finished her wine and left. Gohan was left staring at the spot where she'd been sitting for a moment before he got up and looked for her. She was in the kitchen, sweeping of all things. "What was all that about?" he asked, standing in the doorway, pointing back towards the living room. Appura didn't stop, she kept on sweeping. "What was what about?" she said, not looking up.

"The little burst of female insanity in the living room," said Gohan, still thoroughly confused and a little angry.

"I asked you a question, you hesitated in answering so I assumed the answer was no," replied Appura, still sweeping.

"You completely blindsided me with the question," argued Gohan, moving into the kitchen and leaning on a chair.

"Blindsided you? Gohan, in the six weeks I've been here, you have kissed me on three separate occasions and stated you weren't afraid of my father," said Appura, finally stopping sweeping and leaning on the broom, "I assumed you were interested in pursuing a relationship with me, but I ask you a simple question about whether you like me or not and you can't even answer it."

"But..."

No, no, you listen to me, Son Gohan!" said Appura, throwing the broom to the floor, "I have been dicked about by guys before, ok! The last guy I felt anything for, the last time I saw him was when he was running down the driveway of my house to his car after he slept with me. Now, answer me this question: is the reason you've been kissing me that you're attracted to me or that you're not over Videl and need a little physical contact? Because if it is, please, tell me now so I can leave before I embarrass myself further and I can let my father do his 'I told you so' speech once more, like he's been dying to do since I told him that I was attracted to you." Gohan looked her in the eye. Those beautiful, angry, blue eyes seemed to pierce into him. There was a faint glimmer of hope in them. Hope that Gohan would tell her what she secretly wanted him to say. But that glimmer was beginning to flicker out. Appura stood there, her hands on her hips, every inch her father's daughter. The sense of pride was emanating from her just like it did Vegeta but it wobbled, dangerously close to collapsing.

Gohan stood up straight and felt her eyes follow him as he towered over her. He moved around the table and walked up to her. It was time to sink or swim. Appura's hands left her hips and she took half a step back. Her hands clasped together in the centre of her chest as she craned her neck to look at Gohan. He looked down at her. His demeanour had changed. His Saiyan side was in control and Appura was just a little afraid. Gohan stopped when he was toe to toe with her, looking straight down at her. "Gohan..." she started.

Before she could finish her sentence, he had lifted her up in his arms, hooking her legs over his hips and had captured her lips with his own, crushing his mouth against hers. Appura wrapped her arms around his neck. She felt Gohan bite her lower lip gently before running his tongue over it. She parted her lips and he stumbled forward. She felt him collide with the counter, grunting as he did so. Gohan didn't break the kiss and continued his tongue's assault on Appura's mouth. He lifted her slightly so she was resting on the counter. He let go of her legs and began to pull the red checked shirt off her shoulders. Appura shrugged it off as Gohan's lips left hers and began to kiss along her jaw and nip at her neck. "Gohan," she said gently. Gohan pulled away to look at her, resting his forehead against hers.

"You are what I want, my princess," he said in a low voice, almost too low to be Gohan's, "And I will make you mine." He held her chin in his hand and pulled her into another bruising kiss as her hands began to fumble with his shirt buttons. She slid off the counter and Gohan moved with her as he literally ripped her black vest from her body. His hands cupped her breasts, gently running his thumbs over the sensitive nubs, making her gasp. Gohan felt his groin tighten when she made that noise. He pressed his hips against hers. She could feel him against her. "Gohan," she whispered once more. He shrugged off his shirt before lifting her up and carrying her into his bedroom...her bedroom...whatever.

He laid her down on the bed and started pulling her pants down her legs, kissing her stomach as he went. Appura closed her eyes. Gohan kissed her lips again, stroking the side of her face with one hand whilst the other was hastily unfastening his own pants and pushing them down. They were just separated by one thin layer of fabric. Gohan covered her body with his own, propping himself up on his forearms as his mouth laid siege to hers. They eventually had to part for breath. Gohan looked down at her and smiled. She smiled back and wiggled her way out of her underwear as Gohan did the same, both teens blushing profusely. "You feel like your confidence just flew off out the window?" Appura asked, averting her gaze from the naked Hybrid above her.

"A little," Gohan chuckled, before gently turning her face so she looked at him again, "But I still know I want this...what about you?" Appura looked up at him. He felt his breath catch in his chest at the sight of those beautiful blue eyes. She smirked and pulled him down into a kiss. Gohan shifted himself into a comfortable position between her legs as he trailed hot kisses and bites down her neck. "Ready?" he whispered in her ear.

"Yes," came her reply. He lifted her hips up so they were at a better angle before pushing himself in. He felt her body stiffen at the intrusion. Gohan froze. Not because he was afraid of hurting her but from shock at the hot tightness of her. It was intense. "You ok?" he heard her ask.

"Y..yeah," he choked out, "Woah, that's..."

"Yeah, Saiyan women are more intense than humans, in more ways than one," she said.

"You're not kidding!" said Gohan, shifting himself slightly to get more comfortable. Appura giggled a little. "Please don't laugh while we're doing this," Gohan muttered as he tried to concentrate on what to do next. Appura didn't stop, she couldn't help herself. From the moment she had met Gohan, she had taken a liking to him but never in a million years had she thought she would actually end up in bed with him. Her giggles were turning into a full blown fit of laughter, making Gohan very irritable as tears began to stream down her face. The whole situation seemed so ridiculous. The daughter of Vegeta in bed with the son of Kakarot.

Gohan snorted irritably. His pride felt wounded. He was ready to give her a night to remember and she was giggling before they'd even gotten started. He put a hand on either side of her head as she wiped tears from her eyes and steadied himself. Whilst she was distracted by her fits of laughter, he pulled out slightly before thrusting back into her with full force. She stopped laughing. She gasped, her hands gripped his forearms and her back arched. Gohan grunted a little. He'd pushed himself in to the hilt and the sensation was immense.

Appura's heart was thumping in shock. That had been sneaky, underhanded and...Saiyan. She smirked up at him and made her internal muscles squeeze him. It was his turn to gasp in shock. He matched her smirk before kissing her and setting the pace of their love making. Appura closed her eyes as Gohan filled her with each thrust. His sheer size and technique made the last two guys she had been with seem like...well, boys. But Gohan, he was a man and a Saiyan one at that; humans just couldn't compare. Gohan lowered himself so he was resting on his forearms again, not once breaking his pace. Appura's neck arched and he took the opportunity to start nipping at the delicate, soft flesh, gently caressing the bite marks he left with his tongue and lips as his right hand gently caressed her side. "Gohan," she moaned. Her fingers raked down his back, leaving red marks. He could feel her tightening around him as her legs folded themselves around his waist, allowing him greater access. He bit her shoulder. "Gohan," she moaned once more. Oh how he loved the sound of her moaning his name. He felt her tail slink it's way around his leg, the fur soft against his skin. His pace began to increase as he felt his groin tighten. "Appura," he whispered breathlessly into her ear. She moaned in reply, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her breath was coming in short pants as she felt the pressure that was building within her. Suddenly, Appura felt the pressure explode and her insides convulsing. She let out a cry and her back arched. Gohan felt her muscles clamp down on him and he roared as he released into her. Appura's arms slid from around his neck and encircled her head. Her eyes were still closed and she was panting. Gohan smirked down at her sated form, holding himself up off the Saiyan princess. "That was amazing," Appura panted. Gohan chuckled.

"Come on then," said Appura, looking back up at the Half-Saiyan, "Let's see what else you got."

"You want to go again?" said Gohan in slight disbelief. Appura nodded, smiling wickedly.

The next morning, Gohan was woken by something shifting next to him. He blinked his eyes open and looked next to him. It was Appura. She was wrapped in the sheets, curled up next to him. He smiled as he remembered the night before. Her head was resting on his left arm. She was asleep. There was no tossing and turning, no muttering under her breath. She was sleeping, dreaming about something nice judging by the smile on her face. Gohan smiled and pulled her closer. Appura slid one arm across his broad chest. He pressed a kiss to her head and whispered, "You're perfect to me. No matter what anyone ever thinks of you, remember that."