A.N. Quick thanks for the hits and reviews so far! Without giving too much away, I've by now fully structured what had started as mindless "we'll see where this goes" rambling. It's turning out to be rather, long. So I will try my best to update with a new chapter at least every 1-2 days! Though my main focus remains to be on Gohan and Videl, I will confirm that there will be more than one DBZ couple/s involved :)

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Chapter 3: While the Cat's Away…

Videl awoke on the cold floor, exactly where she'd collapsed with exhaustion. Truth be told, she was getting tired of waking up in these states. The more it happened, the more she realised: This was real. The night before, at least, she thought that's when it had been? The alien had brought a tray of strange, mashed up food, which she'd thrown back at him. No, start again. She hadn't collapsed with exhaustion. She remembered it now; the force brought by the back of his hand against her cheek. Videl lifted her hand to the abused area, and winced at the tenderised skin. The memory was as fresh as the bruise. The food that hadn't hit him, still stained the floor in congealed, beige and brown lumps. It reminded her of porridge, and the sight of the cold substance churned her stomach. Gods, she was hungry, but there was no way she was eating from the floor like some, caged pig.

Apparently, she didn't have to. The heavy door whispered a strange sound as it slid open, and her captor strode across the room. Despite his weight, he carried himself smoothly.

"Eat," he coldly spoke in a toneless voice, and she stared up as he tossed the bowl down in front of her. Somehow, the object didn't crack, but instead lumps of the same porridge substance from before, splashed over both her, and the floor. As mouth-watering as her starved stomach made the food look, she refused it. This time, he just fluidly cocked his head to the side at the last, possible second, as she threw the bowl back at him.

"Fine. You're welcome to starve yourself."

"Fuck you!" He was taken back by the strength she seemed to harbour in her flippant tongue, albeit a weak and dry voice.

"Apparently, humans can't survive without water. I'm suddenly tempted to test that theory."

That shut her up. Briefly. She fully turned her back on him, then decided that she for whatever reason needed to find her feet again. Gohan just watched; folding his arms over his chest. Was she trying to regain her pride? Did humans even know the meaning of the word?

"Why didn't you just let me die?" But he didn't quite expect the sudden self-pity to emerge from her instead, as she spun back to face him with confusion pouring from her eyes. "I fell. I know I did. I practically died already!"

'She remembers,' he noted to himself. Watching as she started to slowly pace back and forth, mumbling to herself incomprehensibly, resembling a mental patient as her nails scratched at her forearms. At last, she froze; eyes looking back to him.

"Don't think I don't know what you are and what your kind did. You're a Saiyan. A fucking mon-k-"

Before she could complete the word, her other cheek felt the sting of yesterdays abuse, but this pain was beyond the previous. Her face snapped to one side, and as she heard his heavy breathing, she re-moved her jaw, hearing a 'click.'

"Cursing my kind is almost forgivable. Insults like that are punishable by death." But much to his astonishment, she came back. Again, and again.

"MONKEY! FUCK-FACE MONKEY! IN-BRED BABOON! OO-OO-AH-AH!"

But he didn't strike her again. No, that was clearly what she wanted. 'Masochistic bitch.' Instead, his hand grasped her neck tightly, and using that alone, he lifted her. She struggled and half-choked as he squeezed slightly, enjoying the sight of her helpless squirming tugs, and the scratching of her nails at his arms. She didn't need to talk to show how she was begging for him to release her.

"What's wrong? Weren't you just asking to die?" He sniffed at her fear, and spat to the side in disgust at the hypocrisy of her words versus actions. "No, I won't kill you. Not like this. It's far too easy."

He dropped her then, watching her just fall to her hands and knees. "Besides, you're not deserving of a quick death." Gohan began to circle the crumpled mound she made on the floor, while she coughed and gasped to fill her strained lungs.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?"

The outburst was sudden enough to catch him off-guard; her loud voice almost resembling the ear piercing screams of the rare, flesh-eating desert wyrms on Vegetasei. The demi-Saiyan instantly froze his hawk-like circling. He watched as she rolled onto her back submissively; the material of her paper-like patient-gown, twisting around her supple frame. No point in postponing the inevitable any longer then. Licking his dried lips, he swooped to grab one wrist, and begun to savagely drag her across the floor. Her kicking only seemed to propel her more quickly in the direction he steered, until her back hit a tall object. He didn't stop there, but hoisted her up using her arm alone. Videl felt her back bounce against various softer materials, and her brain instantly registered what the object.

"Kame, NO!"

She cried to her Earth God, as he initially lowered himself, slotting the length of his body against hers, only milliseconds after she'd realised her new location. Trying to scramble away was futile, as his heavy weight pinned her down. Was he serious? Out of all the voluptuous and undeniably experienced Earth-women, he'd chosen her as his conquest? Videl seriously felt like she was about to puke whatever was left in her stomach. At least her arms were free to punch and slap at every part of his available limbs, but she might as well be a fly swatting at a giant. He didn't even flinch, just hoisted his body over her until she felt his pelvis align perfectly with her own.

The ear-piercing scream confused Gohan beyond all else. He had hardly even begun to touch her! They were still fully-clothed even, for crying out loud! While Nappa no doubt would enjoy the whole idea of conquest, he on the other hand, was struggling to find any arousal in what he could only explain to be juvenile behaviour. Stubbornly, determined to get this 'first-time' over and done with, he dipped his head to the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent deeply. His father had been right. Her creamy skin was layered with the stench of purity, now smothered by thick and succulent fear. Her pulse raced invitingly beneath his lips; a constant vibration that encouraged a sudden sucking over the skin that covered her vital vein.

'Oh Kame.' Videl suffered the confusing betrayal of her own body, as the monster proved his gentle, almost heavenly touch to her. Never had a man touched her in such a way, as simple as his ministrations were. 'I'm going crazy. No. I am crazy. He's sent me cuckoo. That shouldn't feel so…oh Kame…'

He smiled against her milky skin, as her back arched in the most feline of ways. It was as though jolts of electricity had just buzzed up her spine. That was better. So she was female after all? Perhaps a little more receptive than Gohan was used to though, as he slid his hand under the hem-line of her dress, to casually rest over her bare hip. Was this what both Vegeta and his own father had been referring to? The only good uses of a human female? Did they possess more sensitive skin? Or was it beyond biology? Both Nappa and Radditz seemed to enjoy the company of many concubines in various types, shapes and sizes. Not to mention Gohan had smelt humans on both of them following their assault of Earth. Not like he could say nothing, considering his own circumstances. But unlike him, they hadn't dared bring their humans onboard the ship. Well, Radditz had his mate, and Nappa just…well he was Nappa. He didn't have the brains for a lot of things.

Only when his thought-trail stopped, did Gohan realise that his own human woman, was battering his skull over-and-over with her now bruised knuckles. Grasping the offensive arms by the wrists, and pinning them square against the mattress more roughly than he intended; he sat up over her. If she wasn't so sickly looking, she might've captured him with her wild and untameable beauty. The midnight ink of her hair, writing swirls and sharp lines across the pure white of the bed sheets. But the more he scrutinised her, the weaker he realised he'd let her become. Well, only partially. The rest she'd self-inflicted. Gohan just didn't realise those actions was also mostly thanks to him.

"I won't have you like this," he finally declared, tossing her wrists out of his grip as he vacated the bed. While the rejection might've insulted any willing female, Videl counted her lucky stars. "You will eat. Even if I have to force feed you."

"I won't be your whore." He laughed like he had when they'd first met, and it chilled her to the bone how he mocked her so freely.

"You speak like you have a choice."

"I make it my choice." He narrowed her eyes at her re-surfacing spirit.

"Don't insult me with your pathetic ideas. I don't need a whore, especially not an Earthling." She wished, more than ever, that she could cause him real pain. Never before had Videl hated another living, breathing being, in her short-lived life. Not as much as she hated just the sight of him.

"You're right." To his surprise, she smiled. It was odd to see such an odd reaction to his words, tug at her plump yet pale lips. "I don't want to die. Not yet."

"Again, you act like you ha -"

"I won't die." She interrupted loudly, drowning out the rest of his sentence completely. "Not until I see you go first." Now he really did laugh. It erupted from a sick smile that spread across his lips in seconds, and reached his eyes in pure, amused mirth. Where did this creature get her spirit from?

"By your hands, I suppose?"

"I can't wait to wipe that smirk of your face."

The man became lion as he prowled over her again; nudging the flat of his knee between her thighs, dangerously close to her mound of femininity. He may have pinned her wrists again in record-timing, but she still had full control of her legs. Knees bending, she kicked at both the sheets, and him. Though it was just a minor irritation. Nothing could stop the descent of his face; the slightly broader edge of his nose nearly touching the pixie-point of her own. The pupils in her iris' dilated as she almost went cross-eyed, daring to stare directly back at him, into the ruthless, burnt umber pools.

"I can't wait to see you try." The honest declaration was followed by his minor shifting, but only so he could graze his teeth in rough nibbles across her sharp jaw line, inbetween his heavily-breathed words. "Over. And over. Again."

It was now his turn to mistake just how wild this untamed shrew could be. Barely a moment after he released his iron, vice-like grip over her, the cat found her claws again. With a crazed, growling shriek, Videl had to prove to both herself and him, that no male should get away with this treatment of any woman. She didn't care how strong he was, or what species. If he expected her to just lie there and spread her legs, then he had another thing coming. He made her life hell, and she'd repay the favour. Twice-fold. Her smaller hands found the bulge of his neck, tightened their hold around it, and squeezed. At the same time, her knees used the bed as the bouncy leverage she needed to overthrow this impressive weight. As far as she was concerned, it was she who had overpowered him, as he toppled and she rolled with the advantage of sitting over him.

The struggle heated up. His arm reached up and grasped her own neck, trying to force her backwards, but she held on for dear life, squeezing his waist with her strong thighs. His other arm tried to break what was now her vice-like grip. Videl resulted to desperate measures, and sunk her own, pearl-white, smaller canines, into the lightly-tanned skin of his offending arm.

"You like that? You sick -"

She ducked away from the interruption of his swatting arm, placing more pressure on his neck, as she buried his head deeper, and deeper, into the mattress. His neck bulged with swelling veins. His mouth opened wide as he choked. Eyes widened and staring up at her. It was a disgusting sight. So disgusting, Videl couldn't look at it for much longer. No matter how much she hated the sight of him. The human had never killed anyone before, especially not like this. Not with her bare hands. But she had to. She knew she did. She had to kill him to even hope she could be free.

One hand briefly broke away, but only to drag the nearest, pristine white pillow, closer. Without even thinking about the inhumanity of all this, she'd already snuffed it over his face. 'Just die already,' she cursed to herself, pressing down with her entire weight over the pillow. 'C'mon,' his struggles slowed. Weakened even. 'C'moooon!'

And then, deathly stillness. The human stared in disbelief; her wide, cerulean eyes boring down on the emptiness of the pillow. Stiffly, her grip loosened, and she raised her hands to stare at her stained palms.

"I did it," she uttered. "I really…" Front teeth scraped over her bottom lip. How could she be so sure? His body certainly wasn't moving but…

No. She couldn't. There was no way she was lifting the pillow and checking for whatever nightmarish sight lay beneath it. Instead, she quickly scrambled off the corpse, backing up a few steps until she felt a squishy, cold substance before her feet. Food. Her stomach growled in response. Irrationally, she headed for the door, expecting it to just open for her automatically. A moment of hammering her fists against the plastic-like metal later, and she found the overlooked keypad. That's right, he'd always lock the door on the way in, and out. But he hadn't counted on her to be smart enough to figure out the code. It always made the same little tune as he typed each key number, and now all she had to do, was figure out the code based on sound.

Several attempts later, and Videl was arching her way around the door frame, keeping her back thoroughly pressed against the wall like some army commando. Everything was so, white. How had they not gone blind by now? It was worse than her high school science labs or, the Orange Star Hospital. And not only the floor was cold, she noted as she tip-toed silently down the oval shaped corridor, rubbing her arms with her palms and tensing her shoulders to her ears. She knew it was meant to be freezing in space, beyond anything a human body could take. Maybe these Saiyans just had thicker skin? Whatever it was, if she was in charge, the first thing she'd do, would be to turn the heating up a little.

Enough of those thoughts though, she scolded herself in a hushed breath, as the echoing sound of approaching footsteps encouraged her palm to hammer on the nearest door's keypad. It opened just by her pressing the green button, and she hurried inside, hammering her finger over the red button until the doors obeyed. Phew. Turning around to press her back against said door, Videl felt her eyes widen, to the next 'view.'

"Sooo…." The seated woman almost purred the word in her husky voice. Dark, almost pure onyx eyes, examined the ship's one and only, stowaway 'guest.' Her tail flicked, and after noticing his mate's departing attention, the far taller and hairier male next to her, reluctantly abandoned the suckling attention her full breasts had occupied him with. A thick, dark brow lifted, and he licked his lips, settling a matching stare on the intruder. Videl's blood turned cold. This was just about as embarrassing as walking in on her parents getting… 'busy.'

"You're what all the fuss is about."

Gohan had held more than just his breath, as the Earthling assaulted him. He'd suppressed both his usual strength, and his pride, in order to teach her what he thought would be a cruel lesson in the realism of her situation. But the shrew just wouldn't give up, until finally he feigned his own suffocation. Then, he just lay there, doing more than just 'playing dead.' Firstly, he hadn't expected her to resort to such methods, never mind actually go through with it to the very end. It was desperate to say the least, but Gohan was no stranger to that emotion. Perhaps that was the reason behind his relenting. It got him thinking, and the chain of human thoughts rapidly conspired against his better, Saiyan judgement. Hadn't he always tried twice as hard as any other? Hadn't he always been an outcast, always just wanting to fit in with the rest of his peers? As he finally plucked the pillow from his view, he swiftly sat up, and inhaled. Only when the deep breath filled his lungs and lifted his chest, did he exhale.

There had been little thought in his actions since the human had crossed his path. Just when he thought he was in full control, she somehow turned the situation inside out. Placing him at the beginning all over again. What did he expect? Wasn't this exactly how he would react, if their roles were switched?

'No,' he shook his head, then laughed at his own, ridiculous thought. As if he would ever be in her shoes. 'Its,' he tried to correct himself, only to frown at the term. After all, there was nothing he hadn't achieved, so far as his Saiyan Heritage was concerned. The King had granted him life, regardless of his inadequate blood. He'd been accepted into the Junior Forces, and trained with the very best of his ranks. Now, he'd even been provided with the rare string of Elite tests. So why were his human desires always left unfilled? What was the King so afraid of? He couldn't officially study the human beyond the ten days he had remaining. Even if he stubbornly tried; how could he possibly fill almost fifteen years of human isolation, in only ten days? Then, he wasn't even capable of following orders. Treating her like the slave she should've been, was a complete disaster. He should've been fully satisfied by now, not chasing her down over the ship with his own arousal far from sated. It was unheard of. Nappa would die from insane laughter. But wasn't he just as strong as the bald Saiyan? No, he was stronger than Nappa, and yet still only considered not even half the man he would ever be.

Gohan found his feet without consciously realising, and begun to pace. Was this how his father had suffered? Was this how his mother had been treated? He could barely even remember her face, but the sheer memory of her existence alone, was beginning to severely weigh down on his conscience.

"ARGH!" His frustration reached clear, vocal levels. "What am I supposed to do?"

"You could try using a leash." Spinning at the intrusive, gruff voice, Gohan came face to face, with his bare-chested uncle. "Just a hint."

The tall man leaned against the oval framing of the wide-open doorway; feet crossed, and arms folded. A deep frown etched various lines into his forehead, and even his dark eyes couldn't hide his heavily dilated pupils. Radditz was hardly amused with the disruption of his rather intimate, private time. The sooner he cut down to the chase, the sooner he could get back to business.

"Dare I even ask how it scuttled away?"

"I let her." Gohan folded his arms as he corrected himself, partially mimicking his Uncle's pose. "It."

"As much as I too, enjoy a game of 'cat and mouse.'" A wicked little smirk lifted his right cheek at just the thought. "Let's just say, you're not the only …cat."

"I was about to chase after her."

"Well it, found a hole. Into my room." The tall man slowly invaded the room, crossing the space evenly as he continued. "You both share a moronic sense of timing."

Before Gohan could utter a decent response, Radditz had torn the coiled rope he'd brought, from around his belt hook, and shoved it harshly into the chest of his nephew. The 'boy' leant forwards slightly, as the wind was briefly stolen from him.

"Oh don't you worry Gohan. You can have your little mouse back. Once we're done playing wi -"

But apparently, Radditz hadn't quite winded his nephew enough. Nor did he expect the reaction that followed what had only been his usual, playful jesting.

Meanwhile, after the monkey-female had secured a short dressing gown of reflective, black and purple material, over her incredibly toned and athletic form, she made it her business to corner the 'mouse' who had tunnelled through the wrong wall. Intrigued, she lifted the human's face from the chin, seeming to be examining her features carefully. The pale complexion, and the light dust of rose over her cheeks. Videl didn't have a clue where to look. The facial features of the petite woman were sharp; the chin more pointed, and the nose smaller. She proudly wore a small scar through her naturally neat, right eyebrow. A lighter, almost chestnut shade of 'punk' hair, defied gravity, before falling neatly to her shoulders in a messy fan. Moving several rebellious tendrils behind her ear, the woman leaned closer, and just as Gohan had, she took a long, deep whiff. At first, she narrowed her eyes, which were already wide and slightly slanted in width. It seemed impossible for her to get any closer, but she did. Sniffing again, and again, until she stood back, and crinkled her nose.

"You …stink."

'What is it with these people and their sense of smell?' Videl asked herself, as she winced against the wall, trying to even make herself taller as she rose to her tiptoes. The matured woman was the same, short height of around 5'5". An odd, rhetorical question followed in her husky, drawl of a voice.

"The brat isn't feeding you enough."

"It only ends up on the floor." The Saiyan arched a brow at the strained but icy tone of the girl's short reply. "Preferably in his face."

"Mmmhmm," the woman flicked the tip of her tail in amusement, and tilted Videl's face from side to side again. "Something he hasn't taken very good care of."

"Apparently his mother neglected to tell him never to hit a woman."

The Saiyan oddly released her hold on the human, staring with her frowning eyes a moment longer, before finally looking to the side. There was something constantly, devilish, about her subtle yet undeniably seductive movements.

"Mothers can't be blamed for everything." It was odd enough to be having a decent and calm conversation, without having to watch the woman coil her own tail around her slender waist. Videl shuddered at the thought of owning one, and felt the small of her back twinge. "Enough prattle. Come."

And now, the female Saiyan was beckoning her to just, follow after her? To trust her, just like that. Videl pulled a face. The woman just chuckled in her husky manner.

"Or stay here. My mate will soon be back. I'm sure he has a million and one ideas of how to deal with you."

"But I'm safer with the likes of you? Aren't you…one of them?"

The Saiyan just smirked. Her upper lip plumper than the lower, but it was a pretty pout, and naturally dyed a deep burgundy-brown shade. It seemed to be a trait of the entire species, Videl quickly noted. The smirking, that is.

"You humans are far too concerned with thinking. Why don't you let your….intuition, decide?"

To be continued…