A.N. [Response to Reviews: 2nd June 2010]

Daye: Nope, Gohan didn't quite reach Super Saiyan. More like a state half-way in-between, brought on by his sudden, raging emotions J In this AU, Saiyans have yet to discover the truth behind the Super Saiyan Legend. Since the fall of Frieza and the King Cold dynasty, they've just become a bit uh … lazy! ^-^'

Jarno: You're kinda half-right. Gohan's half-blood lineage was never kept quiet, but Kari feels that he owes her for defending his right to live in the first place. In her mind, she kind of gave him life, which is the greatest gift of all and of course, she continued to fuel her right to demand repayment, as she continued to support him. The rather shocked Gohan just accepted whatever she had to say, so he could get on with his trial and find Videl. You're right about the debt possibly being more to do with Goku though, but Kari doesn't really owe the 'Son' family anything, as you'll find out. There's a lot more to it, so I'll avoid the possibility of leaking any spoilers.

Hopefully this answers any similar questions so far, and thanks for all the positive reviews! Action scenes are my weakest spot and I've never had to write so many in a story before! It's a nice challenge, and most of all, good to know I'm not boring anyone!

Anyway, here's another quick update for you! I just had to get this chapter down while the previous one was fresh in my mind, but I think I'll go collapse now x.x

Enjoy!

*Devious smirk*

Chapter 15: Homeward Bound

The skies had parted with a flash of bright lightning not long after Videl had gained enough strength and momentum in her stumbling strides, still bearing the heavy burden of the semi-conscious Gohan on her back. Heavy rain cascaded down upon them, tearing through the transparent foliage in a monsoon of what felt like relentless, thin icicle shards. At least the Saiyan seemed to be slowly recovering from his lapse in power, though it was hardly recognisable under the thick mist that spread around them. Seeking a moment of shelter beneath a canopy, feet slid across what now became slick, dark grey mud, as Videl could no longer hold up the weight of the Saiyan anymore. Yet it was he who caught her before she could fall, heaving a pained breath as he latched his arm around her waist, and gave her enough support to straighten her back again. Her smaller hand gripped tightly onto his, interlocking their fingers as she turned to face him. Even in the cold rain, he emitted a slight warmth. But without warning, he firmly pushed her against the safety tree, and put his strength to the test as rose into the air against the cascading forces of the torrential downpour. Yet the entire horizon was covered in the hazy, grey mist, so that nothing but the blurring of rain against the trees, could be seen for miles across.

"Where's y-your sp-spaceship?" Videl stuttered loudly against nature's loud rebellion and her consistent shivers, as the Saiyan finally descended down to her ground level again.

"Gone."

Her hands touched against his back, and she was once again there to catch him as his knees buckled again. Regardless, he tried to take control again, taking her hand and pressing on. Though he really wasn't sure which would be worse; trying to fly with her through the storm, or wading through the thickening mud and therefore rising water levels.

The answer came to them after several more confident strides, as they reached the edge of the hilltop they'd been unknowingly climbing along. The ground moaned beneath them, suddenly gaping open into a mudslide that caught them both by surprise. Losing each other's grasp, each body tumbled and twisted down the long slope, down into the mouth of the raging stream below that swallowed Videl's high-pitched screams. Struggling limbs thrashed against the strong currents that swept her over and under, until at last, a firm hand caught hers, gripped tightly and tugged her from nature's engulfing rage. Gohan pulled the drenched human onto the raised embankment, until she coughed up enough water to clear her lungs for the raspy, desperate breaths that followed. Luck seemed to finally be on their side however, as Videl found her feet to face the structure just a few more steps ahead of them. Raised on thick, wooden stilts built to keep it always above the high water levels; the simple shack was well hidden at the edge of the river that was surrounded by the loving embrace of curving trees on either side of the narrow, valley hilltops. Turning to grace Gohan with a very relieved smile, Videl squeezed at his palm, and this time they helped each other hobble breathlessly towards their shared goal.

The thick plank of uneven wood that served as the unhinged 'door' was lifted and moved aside by Gohan, allowing Videl to squeeze through first into the simple, single square sized room. He followed soon after, pushing the 'door' shut behind them to partially drown out the raging river behind them. Rain still tumbled against the flat roof of wood and thick, rubber leaves, in a constant rhythm of pitter-patter drumming. There were no windows of course, and the uneven wooden flooring was covered by several pieces of wurm hide that shone with an almost plastic-leather sheen. Near the single fireplace built of simple stone, a more pleasing, pure fur hide in thick, vibrant blue, covered the wurm 'carpet.' Videl didn't want to think about what type of animal had been skinned for that, but figured it would all keep the heat in better. So she descended to her knees to fit the tasking of lighting the remains of firewood. It would be enough to last the night there no doubt, and someone had kindly left a chalk-sized slab of flint and almost a brick of steel. All those camping trips with her dad suddenly came in handy, as she discarded of her soaked gloves, and got to work with striking the two objects together.

Meanwhile, Gohan slumped against the wall, resting for a much needed moment as his eyes closed and his head tilted back. It was luck indeed that they'd stumbled across this place, which had mostly likely been first built by a trials competitor, and perhaps inhabited now and then by others lucky enough to have found it too. Heaving a more relaxed breath, his ears pricked to the spark of flames, and then the scent of the smoke at his nose. Then the shifting of the female, as she found her feet, dusted off her hands, and moved back towards him with shaky, shuddering breaths. It would take awhile for the cabin to heat up a little, but that didn't stop the human from tending to what she felt to be more pressing issues. Keeping his chin still raised, he stared down his nose through half-lidded eyes, as the female came to stand in front of him, tugging and fidgeting with what seemed to be his seamless armour. She hadn't even bothered to rid herself of her own yet, but there she was, dealing with the mystery of his. A little smile lifted his lips weakly, and she breathed a little chuckle at her own struggles.

"How the heck do you get these things off?"

Gohan responded by discarding of his own gloves, and then just lifting his hand to hers. Directing her to the well-hidden clasp at his side, he flicked it open for her curiously attentive observation. There wasn't much left of the armour anyway, so with a little 'oh' sound, she proceeded in carefully lifting it over his head. Despite the holes and cracks straight through to his slightly crimson-stained bodysuit, he was managing to stand straighter and stronger, even though the wounds looked quite fatal. To be bruised enough to bleed had to be painful, and Videl winced at the thought alone.

"You're not hurt? But…I thought-"

"I'll be fine," he answered gruffly, again catching her hand to rest it against the hard six-pack of his abdomen, and intentionally forcing her to press against the tender skin. It was only she who gasped as if in pain for him, while he kept an incredibly stoic expression. Miffed over how he could endure such injuries, the curious human dipped her head, bravely lifting his tight top to reveal the extent of light purple bruising that covered his abs. Surely it should've been darker?

"That's… impossible," she breathed the shaky word, barely catching onto the fact that he was now returning the favour with the far more diligent, well practiced removal of her armour. She lifted her arms automatically, tilting her soaking wet head of raven locks back, until the heavy object was clear of her body, and discarded with a simple toss to one side. Now it was his turn to inspect her wounds, yet she swallowed back as his palms found the sides of her face instead, forcing her to stare up at him as thumbs brushed over her cheeks. Though the foul scent was well-washed away, Gohan saw it in his mind again; how Nappa had dared to abuse her with his spit and tongue. Exhaling a rough, nasal breath, his own body tensed. Yet Videl just stared up at him, closing her eyes a moment to relish in the rare, soft and gentle touch. Words that she held complete faith in, drifted from her tranquil tongue, as she rested her palms on either side of his slightly raised chest.

"I felt you."

His hands moved down to grasp at her shoulders more roughly, but mostly as though he suddenly needed to be steadied. He tightly squeezed the flesh and muscle there, as emotion he'd never felt so strongly before, spilled inside him. Eyes bore straight into her soul, with ragged breaths that threatened to tip the scales of his control. Yet she did nothing to stop him, as she searched his eyes for an answer to her declaration. There was no doubt about it; when she'd rushed against Nappa to protect him, Gohan had finally understood the debt he owed to Kari, and how she now expected him to repay it. It wasn't to just give the unknowing half-breed a dishonourable victory. She needed to earn the right to her blood, just as he had. Yet how could she, when others only held her back? So he'd stayed back, taking far more than enough time needed to recover, while gifting her with his own energy. It wasn't that he felt she was inadequate. On the contrary, she merely proved that she could use the extra strength to her benefit. But he never expected her to return the favour twice fold, when it had been he who was ultimately failing to surpass Nappa. Never in a million years, had he expected a mere Earthling to ever aid him so compassionately. Especially not after everything she'd been through. Even if she did somehow possess part-Saiyan blood, her heart was made of pure gold. A real treasure to behold, and one that he wasn't about to just let go. No anymore.

"I felt you," he countered with his rough, slightly strained voice. As she released a tense breath, he swiftly changed their positioning without her barely realising at first. Hands gripped at her hips and waist, and as he fluidly turned her back against the wall, he also lifted her up into the simple step of his body that sandwiched her between wood and sheer muscle. Before she could utter a single protest or fight against what she should've realised to be inevitable by now, Gohan found the two spots that he knew would drive her wild.

He was right.

Videl found herself paralysed with a sudden, very intense shiver through her nervous system, as the Saiyan pressed his first and index finger pads against a certain spot at the base of her spine. Combined with the way his lips found her neck levelled against his head, and sucked over the vibrating skin over her vital vein with the subtle grazing of teeth, she could do nothing but helplessly react with the instincts of her body. With a whimpering sound she didn't even know herself to be capable of, her arm cupped around the back of his head, wantonly cradling him to her. Naturally, he wasn't about to deny her basic cravings, or his own for that matter. Not when she leaned against him so assuredly. So he continued to stroke against the spot where her tail may have once been, where the nerve endings were still extremely responsive. While his other hand slid down the length of her meaty thigh, gripping behind the knee joint to prop her leg more securely over his more angular hip bone.

Having only needing to tilt his body a slight fraction, Videl felt how he pressed his thigh against the gap created by just the simplicity of one raised leg, and shock herself back to reality as she realised she was already writhing with her entire body against him. What madness was this? She was there to talk things through; to ask questions of him and finally get some answers. Not be suddenly swept quite literally off her feet in the sudden heat of the moment. Besides, as much as she enjoyed his ministrations, there was something she needed to do before he even tried to take her to any other base. As much as she loved baseball, she just wasn't sure if it was entirely safe to go past the still unachieved first base, never mind plan for a homerun.

"W-wait!" The barely spoken request was initially declined and ignored, as teeth gripped at the thin skin of her neck, coupled with a roaming hand easily slipping under her bodysuit, and gliding over the prominent curve of a wide hip. Videl swallowed back against the frantic touches over her bare skin, and the shiver it spent along her spine.

"Damn it Gohan, I said stop!" Her voice carried more firmly with heated breaths, but it was the way she more or less snatching his head away from her neck, that caught his attention. A slightly agitated frown lowered over lightly concerned eyes. Gohan had almost forgotten how his chosen woman was as pure as pure could be, and so now he swallowed back and froze with the realisation of the strong intent in her wide eyes. She was going to try to stop him, even though her rain-drenched scent carried the far clearer intent of wanting to continue. Now she had his attention though, despite the protesting squeezing of his hand over her hip, she was able to more comfortably continue.

"There's just… one thing I need to do." His eyes narrowed slightly, as the pressure of her hands against his head lowered, slipping round to comb her fingers through his slightly matted hair instead. Apparently she was going to surprise him, so he tilted his head to the side in clear intrigue. Perhaps some kind of, human preparation?

"Before w-we…erm…." The answer came slowly, almost painfully so, and he almost went cross-eyed as she trailed off with the tilting of her face coming closer, and closer to his. At first, he leaned back slightly, unsure of her intentions. But then, she only stalked him further, keeping his head firmly in place, until her lips finally connected with his, and she closed her eyes.

Gohan breathed a confused breath, though half in relief as the woman hadn't completely rejected him. Instead, she merely made sure she at least had her very first kiss, and he obliged to the odd, slow and timid movement of her mouth slotted against his. At first just the unsure and very still pressing against him, as the Classical Hollywood movie stars always preferred to demonstrate. Then, the casual slipping of her lower lip between the intimate gap of his pout, with the light experimentation of suckling and tugging at his upper lip, cushioned between her silky pout. It wasn't exactly the type of spar he was used to, at all for that matter. This was nothing like his first and only intimate encounter with an unmated woman, who come to think of it, had probably been old enough to be his mother. The Saiyan cougar had caught him on his eighteenth birthday, and allowed his curious, experimental fondling until she grew bored and impatient. What followed had been a pride deflating dominance from the very experienced female, who seemed to enjoy preying on younger males who were weaker than herself. It wasn't exactly an experience Gohan wanted to treasure, but who was he to now say no to the new challenge suggested by this younger Earthling?

Inhaling a deep breath against her, he proved how quick a learner he was, as he moved against her lips, mirroring her actions in perfect unison. Then, sliding his hand down to cup one globe of her rear, while supporting her back with a flat palm and splayed fingers, he lifted her against him away from the wall. Videl was aware of his touches, but had no idea she was being moved, as she lost herself to the sensations of the deep kiss. Being the first to plunge the tip of her tongue inside the gaping gap of his mouth, she smoothed over the jagged rocks of his very canine teeth, some quite dangerously pointed. As he breathed a startled breath against her, she just smiled against him, and curled her tongue around his. Well… if she wanted to wrestle, then he could certainly accommodate that idea. Though it surely started with their tongues, it wasn't long until she found the direction of her body tilting sideways and backwards. As her rear slid from his supporting knee onto the vaguest cushioning of the padded, solid floor, he managed to claim her lips again before her futile attempts to pull back were left abandoned and unfulfilled. The sneaky sliding of his hands further south, gripped at her leg, and lifted the knee, so that he could address the annoyance of her boots. Gohan barely managed to pull one foot free in a single tug, before Videl started to realise the fact that she was clearly on her back and he was starting to de-clothe her. Bare foot slapping against the strange texture of the floor in an attempt to aid her escape, her swatting hand was merely met with his own. Fingers laced in an intricate weaving pattern, as he lifted his arm with hers above their heads, and gladly rolled with her. For the vaguest moment, she was above him, and then trapped between his legs twisted with hers on the opposite side from where she'd started!

The human attempted to say something, but Gohan wasn't about to let her constant need to comment on almost everything, get in the way of what they both clearly wanted more than anything else. How long had she tormented him with her spirit? With the way she'd fought against him in that completely Saiyan, perfectly figure hugging clothing? Or frustrated him with her ability to just spar with words? He could only crush her quivering body against him, trying his best to be slow and savour each touch, but instincts were hard to deny, and he'd already held them back for far too long. It no longer mattered what the hell Kari wanted; the ship was long gone in the deeper depths of space, probably getting closer and closer to his dying home planet. Besides, he'd re-paid the debt as far as he was concerned. The girl was safe, even safer now that she occupied his arms. Trailing his heated and rushed kisses across an unhinged jaw, the human just breathed deep and heavy breaths in response; hopelessly letting one arm drape above her head while blissfully hazy eyes looked up into the crackling of the upside down fireplace. It was fine as long as it was still, what, first base? Or maybe second, as she tensed to the way his warm hands slid under the raised hemline of her top, and suddenly lifted it cleanly up, and over her head. Throwing it carelessly to one side, the Saiyan had already sat back slightly, leaning over her with eyes drinking in every curve her upper body had to offer.

Videl flushed a light shade of crimson, from the base of her creamy collar, all the way up to her cheeks, and across to her red-hot ears. The cold air hit her sharply of course in prickling jabs against her pores, but it was nothing compared to how the Saiyan so attentively stared at her inch for inch. The fact that she was lying down wasn't exactly helping with the appearance of an even flatter chest. Not that she'd ever developed anything beyond her modestly sized breasts, and it had honestly never really bothered her tomboyish mind before. Only now did she find herself cringing at the thought of him being unimpressed by a figure that hardly echoed Kari's voluptuous curves, so she attempted to sit up awkwardly. Yet it was met by his rolling her again, pushing her up the length of his body slightly by the squeezing of hands at her buttocks. As her back touched the floor again, his head was already nestled in the place he wanted to explore more. One hand quite contentedly remaining on her bum, fingertips even tucking under the material of her short-shorts. While the other lifted and lightly squeezed the same mound where his nose nuzzled against. The hardened strawberry bud, soon felt the encouraging the flick of his rough tongue. That wasn't the only thing it encouraged, as the female's next breath carried a hoarse, startled voice with it. Videl had of course never been touched in such a way, and the sex education booklets hardly did any of this real justice. She couldn't of been any less prepared, as she felt like her whole body was convulsing with her thumping, tribal heartbeat. It didn't help that nervous knots twisted with primitive heat in her lower abdomen either. It was suddenly getting very hot beneath the male's heavy body, and her throat was already dry with the constant need to inhale deep breaths through an often gaping mouth.

The slightly more confident Gohan was of course impressed by the female's reactions, and it was a clear boost to his ego to know that he hadn't even started with her, and yet here she was, already subtly whimpering against him. Though that wasn't any boost to his patience, it certainly did catch him off guard when she suddenly decided that she was done playing nice. A grin played on his lips as he felt fidgeting fingers poking around the hemline of his own shirt, and soon he was leaning back to help her with the task. Videl felt a breath caught in her caged throat, as he revealed his chest to her. She'd seen it before, but that didn't stop the fluttering of her own excitement sending chills down her spine. He'd never stripped just for her before, or to entertain the sole purpose that was gradually being built up to. She wasn't even sure she wanted to go that far, but soon her mind was clouded by how oh-so wonderful his bare skin felt against her fingertips. Gohan merely propped himself up, enjoying the way she tentatively explored every rippling curve and sharp line of his torso. She could feel how he tensed with each breath he took, and took the opportunity at last to prop herself up too against her elbows. He felt the tip of her nose first, and the light fan of eyelash edges, until at last, she placed butterfly kisses over the heated skin. Baiting her with the subtle twisting, she followed the way he rolled slightly to the side, coming over him gloriously in pure, magnetic attraction. Videl even gained a little revenge, as she flicked her tongue against his masculine pecks, and nipped slightly over the taut skin that covered his rib cage. Soon, Gohan was relaxed on his back, and she was continuing to ravage him with innocent exploration, while he had other motives. She hadn't even noticed the way she'd slid between his parted legs, as she climbed over and adapted to his constantly moving body. Or the way he'd gladly accepted the positioning, with his furry appendage moving to wrap securely over one of her thighs. Palms slowly slid down her waist, and she squirmed at the erogenous stimulation, as thumbs traced the perfect line of her spine down the dip in her back. Following the outline of her pear-shaped figure, he came to the plump rising of her rear, and tucked his fingers under the waistband of her shorts. It only took one firm pull, for the material to slip off the edge of her buttocks, and slip down her thighs.

The sudden absence of material over her most private of areas brought a startled gasp from the human, as she tensed to the fact that the Saiyan had the clearest intention of making it to the homerun pretty soon. Videl could hardly even begin to fathom how he'd managed to effortlessly undress her, or why she didn't even seem to mind so much after all. Not that he allowed her the space to think though, as they wrestled for dominance again. Gohan won without too much effort; turning her back towards the fireplace, and moving down the length of her body, stopping her turning retreat with a hand at her hip. She curled, trying to sit up in clear protest, but he descended to her hip, biting against the fleshier area of her outer thigh with primal growls and the flicking of his tail. To her relief, he wasn't concerned with what she found to be the total embarrassment of her moist core. Instead, as she shifted her inner thighs together in the hope of concealing her most private of areas, he was more concerned with the removal of her remaining clothing entirely. Leg warmers peeled down her legs like stockings, accompanied by the other boot he'd failed to snatch earlier. His own followed with turbulent kicking, and Videl could only lift herself, and watch his every action with her wide eyes. Finally she was granted the space she needed, but it was almost impossible to think straight about what was happening here. Or why she couldn't seem to wait for him to return his warmth over her again, or be claimed by the onslaught of his lips against her own.

As if he'd read her mind, Gohan crawled over the length of her body again, gaining a startled little breath as he touched his fingers to the point of her chin, and lifted her to the sparring she craved. Claiming one of her hands, while the other craved the texture of his nape and the coarse, thick hair there, he took her hand between the length of their joint bodies, down to the purposeful gap he'd created with his slightly raised rear. Videl mumbled something against his pout, snatching her hand free from his, as her fingers had brushed against the very hot, and very clear, hard bump of his well developed arousal.

"I can't," she barely said in an uttered breath, and met the intensity of his silent stare as he read the entire opposite. "I… I just…"

"You can't?" He started in a dangerously hoarse voice, fluidly rearranging himself to dip a knee between her knees, parting them slightly in a sliding motion that stopped mid-way up her thighs. "Or you won't?"

Gohan didn't exactly want to force her, but they'd both started something that he wasn't about to let go unfinished. Not this time, when the entire scenario could be repeated time and time again from this one, joint submitting. He didn't understand her nerves at all, or why she was clinging to the need to be assured with words he couldn't give her. Wasn't she always chastising him for never feeling? Couldn't she see how he was feeling everything about her right now? How he was letting go, and responding to the purely natural, loving and protective desires she provoked inside him? How he was trying his very best to be gentle beyond his known capabilities, though undeniably enjoying the double-sided coin. Yet he believed he had a final remedy for her refusing words, and if she didn't respond positively to this, then he bitterly swore to himself that he would have to stop.

It was far too late to realise the Saiyan's intents, as Videl felt his hand slip south over her abdomen, under the clever disguise of his lips finding her own again. Until fingertips slid over the undisguised libido of her slick womanhood, stroking against the outer folds first, before probing against the flowering bud with a single fingertip. She gasped in a single squirm, failing to close her thighs against the blockage of his knee nestled between them.

"Not there," she whispered, though there was little strength behind her plea, as she merely tilted her head back to the kisses across her jaw. The sounds outside and the roaring of the fire had long since failed to exist to her, and certainly not now under the relentless, slow stroking back and forth against her most sensitive area. Videl had no idea what she could be forced to cry with such pleasure, but as he made it his ultimate task to reign over her blissfully writhing form, he made the unbelievable decision of pushing her further towards the edge. The spare hand slid over her rear, and she came to the conclusion far to late as he pressed against her 'birthmark.'

Enough was enough. With a rather primal, guttural growl of her own following her rather loud cry, impatient hands that no longer seemed to belong to the timid young woman, urgently tugged and pulled at his pants. He had to help her, else risk an accident with her feisty need, and at long last there was nothing remaining between them. Resisting the strong urge to just pin her hands back and view her in the total splendour of her nakedness, Gohan caught the hands that tenderly rested at the very base of his abdomen, and with a shallow breath, brought her fingertips against his most masculine length. The human hissed a breath, heat filling her from top to toe. The incredible effect she'd had on the otherwise untouched apex of his thighs, came as a confidence-bursting realisation to Videl, whose smile eventually lifted her lightly swollen lips. Licking the salty taste of the Saiyan from her bottom lip, her bright eyes spoke her clear attraction and matching need for release from their shared torment. Gohan didn't even know if he'd be able to hang on for long, but it was the only form of release he wanted. So the subtle raising of her hips as she parted and lifted her bent knees higher to either side of him, was the only shove he needed. Guiding himself to the longed for area, he positioned himself with shaky breaths, and as much as he just wanted to slide his way home in one, smooth motion, the last minute pressing of her palm against his chest, froze his actions entirely.

"Gently."

It wasn't exactly the easiest challenge to ease himself inch by inch inside her extremely tight warmth, especially not with her already stroking her thighs against his sides in slow shifting. Nor was it easy to break through the barrier of her intact innocence without causing what was an unavoidable sucking of air from the fragile woman. He had to stop completely, as all she seemed to do was tense around him further, testing his control to almost painful levels, as her hands clutched at the furs beneath her. Gohan had to pull back before he lost it altogether, and try again with the slightly easier buck of his pelvis towards her. An entirely male groan declared the initial success, but he had to grip her hips firmly to still himself as he heard her shaky breath.

Videl could hardly breathe; she'd never felt such an uncomfortable pain before, even though she'd prepared herself with the fact that this was going to hurt. But then, with the third much deeper thrust, she experienced the more overwhelming sensations that the invading actions were evoking inside her. The constant knot in her stomach, and the need to express herself with her sighing voice and arching back. The rhythm their hips gradually found in natural tune with each another, that eased the flowing motions of the heart racing activity. It was beyond any adrenaline rush she'd ever felt, as her eyes stared up to witness how the Saiyan strained to be one with her for as long as possible. But the pressure and the way she moved against him did nothing to help him. It was against his wishes to hurt her, but he could hardly deny the instinctual need to rock more powerfully against her. Her crying, unforced moans made him swell with male pride, as he accepted the fact that for their first time, he could only give her so much. There would be plenty more opportunities to test the potential of what he was determined to call their mating, but for now, he focused on moving carefully against her with those final, far more firmer thrusts.

Feet brushed over the globes of the Saiyan's raised rear, as Gohan buried himself with the sudden release that forced him to grab the woman's hips and hold her still against him. She accepted his gift nonetheless, responding to his louder, guttural groan with her own whimper. Of all the training exercises, this one managed to test his inner strength the most, as he struggled to hold himself up over her. Yet as he panted for the control over his own breath, he stubbornly refused to give in until he heard her cry intensely against him with her own bliss. He'd brought her pretty close before, and he knew she had to be closer yet. So stilling himself, he lowered himself until his damp forehead found the dip of her collar, and smoothed his fingers over the swelling of her still budding arousal, until she clung to him with the boiling tremors of entirely new pleasure that shook through her in a strange, inner eruption. Only now, could he rest with the pure satisfaction of holding her trembling, recovering body close to his, in the warm light of the crackling fire. Most ironically all in this totally alien place, Gohan had never before felt so close to home. Videl smiled to herself, snuggling against the content warmth his body had to naturally bestow over her in an afterglow of loving affection. The feeling, was entirely mutual.

To be continued….