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Well I said two to three weeks, so time for another chapter. Last chapter ended with Videl poisoning Gohan. Dun dun dun!

Special thanks to proofreaders: Goldenwolf and Rupee; and awesome reviewers. Enjoy the chapter. This is one of my favourite chapters.

Sinful

Written by the somewhat infamous Goku's Daughter

Chapter Sixteen: Wanting

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1 to be needy or destitute
2 to have or feel need never wants for friends
3 to be necessary or needed
4 to desire to come, go, or be the cat wants in wants out of the deal
transitive verb
1 to fail to possess especially in customary or required amount LACK the answer wanted courtesy
2 a : to have a strong desire for wanted a chance to rest b to have an inclination to LIKE say what you want, he is efficient
3 a to have need of REQUIRE the motor wants a tune-up b to suffer from the lack of thousands still want food and shelter
4 OUGHT -- used with the infinitive you want to be very careful what you say -- Claudia Cassidy
5 to wish or demand the presence of
6 to hunt or seek in order to apprehend wanted for murder
synonym see DESIRE

- Merriam-Webster OnLine

"You poisoned me?" he asked. His body was rigid from anger and fear.

Silence.

Videl looked down and shook her head slightly. "I wish." Her resolve to kill him, as much as she did not want to admit it, had dissipated. The problem was; she never had the mindset of a killer. "I can't kill you."

Gohan relaxed a bit. "Why not?" His voice was softer this time, but still slightly scary.

"Because I have never intentionally killed before and I don't see you as a monster anymore." She didn't know if it was the concoctions he gave her, or it was her weakness, but she could not kill him in order to save herself. "Even if I did manage to poison you, I'm sure Salina or Christina would finish me off. If not them, Seventeen. If not Seventeen, then one of your other androids." She looked at him and her frowned sharpened. "Could this have really killed you?" She was not sure.

Gohan sat down again and slipped the vial out of her hands easily. She did not resist. "Yes, it could have. I'm a Saiyan; I'm strong, but our immune system cannot battle everything." He paused for a moment; the air was thick with tension and betrayal. "You understand the consequences."

She nodded slowly, her eyes devoid of emotions but filled with guilt and cowardice. "Raditz would be glad to kill me," Videl said dully.

Gohan agreed with her. "Raditz is my Uncle; despite hating you, he would definitely kill you to avenge me."

Her eyes widened slightly at that. Not because Raditz hated her and would have avenged Gohan, but the fact that Gohan was still related to him. "Your dad and Raditz are brothers?"

Gohan nodded. "He wants to use me to kill the real Kakarott…Goku. Both him and Gero." Gohan sighed, for the second time. He carefully looked at the vial and suddenly slammed it against the wall, startling Videl. The vial shattered and both Videl and Gohan looked at the stained wall.

Videl took off one of her bandages. The flesh had almost healed together. "Hey Gohan," she started. She waited till he looked at her. "What do you need kids for anyways? You do know they can be annoying, right?"

Gohan did not look amused. "I need an heir to take over when I die."

She looked away from him. "Heir, huh. And what title do you exactly have?" She was growing irritated. "Why can't you just tell me?"

He looked at the shattered vial. The poison percolated on the carpet. "If I told you, you would not believe me. But if you decide to stay, you will be treated very well."

"Gohan," Videl said strongly and loud enough to make him look at her. "You know what you're asking me, right? How can a mother part with their child?" Her eyebrows knitted together and as a pregnant pause emerged, her face softened and she shook her head. "I don't understand."

"Videl, I didn't say you had to part from our child," he corrected. His eyes held her gaze for a good minute before he walked out of the room, leaving Videl with a difficult decision to make.

His smile was quite devilish for a moment, and then he rubbed the back of his head and grinned. "He is pretty attached to that dragonball."

"Seventeen," Gohan started, blinking a few times. "He's just a child."

"And he is your cousin. Your kin."

His lips were in a thin line. That was his brother. "Are you afraid that he'll go Super Saiyan on your ass?"

Seventeen chuckled. He rested his elbow in his right hand. "You know I love a challenge," he paused as his eyes did an eye roll. "But what if I kill him?" Because he knew he could.

The half-Saiyan's eyebrows rose. "You have a problem with murder all of a sudden?" At that remark, Seventeen's chin tilted harshly to the side.

"No, the consequence."

Gohan knew what that meant. "Goku, you mean." Then he changed the subject. "I'm glad the Guardian takes me seriously."

Seventeen made a small laugh. "Gohan, he's not bright but he's a fighter to reckon with." They were talking about Goku again.

"Keh. If you're so afraid of Kakarott, I'm sure there is someone else willing to fetch it." Gohan stood from his chair and scanned the room. The walls of his home had paintings of various objects. Some were of flowers while others were of beautiful sceneries. This was all of Videl's doing since she felt that his home was bland. Videl… "Seventeen," he started.

Seventeen had already turned around and was heading for the door.

"Vegeta knows who I am." Gohan did not feel the need to tell him about his real parentage.

Seventeen did not say anything. After a long moment of staring at each other, Seventeen turned again and waved. "Later."

Vegeta landed on the grassy floor by the Son's home. He wasted no time barking out his son's name. "Trunks!" His tone was rough and exposed his anxiety. Birds nearby flew away, maybe sensing the tension in the air.

Chichi responded, running out to this sudden outburst. "Vegeta? What are you doing!?"

Vegeta turned wildly towards her. "Where's Trunks?"

The younger woman looked at him as if he was crazy. "Can't you find his ki?"

The Prince of Saiyans paced a little, trying to do as she suggested. He failed again. "No."

Chichi smiled. It was small and she tried to hide it. "Well, I'm sure he's safe. He's probably playing hide-and-seek with Goten."

Vegeta was about to take off into the sky, ignoring Chichi's explanation, until he felt his son close by. He allowed the breath he harboured to release. His son was safe. Vegeta had felt a sudden urge to enlighten Chichi about her own son's safety, even though wicked, but safe. However the Prince deterred himself. If Gohan wanted nothing to do with his parents, then that was his problem. Vegeta was not the one to meddle in others' business and affairs.

But if Trunks was kidnapped from him, he would want to know whether his son was alive or not. Wasn't that the reason why Vegeta had come to find Trunks whereabouts?

His thoughts evaporated once Goku reappeared in between his wife and the Prince. His facial expression looked grave and his shoulders were hunched for a moment until he saw Chichi and the Prince standing before him.

Goku was the first to speak after his arrival. "Hey Chi, Vegeta." His attention was turned to the older man. "What are you doing here?" His tone was friendly that Vegeta knew well.

It took him a few seconds to respond. "I had to check on Trunks." This surprised Goku.

"Why?" His eyebrows moved closely together and wrinkles gathered on his forehead.

Vegeta turned and bowed his head, thinking. "I have a feeling turbulent times are coming."

Goku knew Vegeta was aware of what was happening. One by one, the Z fighters were vanishing or being killed.

A small growl escaped his throat. "Although they were weak, he's not finished. We're next, sooner or later."

Goku's body tensed. "You know who it is." It was more of a statement than a question.

The older man read the other's mind. "Even if I told you where he is, would you actually kill him?" Vegeta looked up at Goku, into his eyes, and a smirk emerged on the Prince's face. "We are not similar. I would not hesitate to punish and kill." When neither Goku nor Chichi remarked, Vegeta raised a hand and flew away.

When Gohan returned to his room, it was nearing eight. "Sorry I'm back so late," he apologized. His shirt was drenched with sweat and his breathing had not returned to normal. His new companion was still under the covers recuperating. She stared at him.

"How are your wounds?" he asked, discarding his wet shirt aside.

"Healing nicely. I feel better now." She watched him like a cat as he undressed and headed to the bathroom to shower. When he returned, clean and dressed, she sat on her knees, waiting.

He gave her a look. "You're going to get cold if you don't wear your pyjamas." She had changed into her sparring outfit.

Videl looked at her hands. "But I want to train. I want to get stronger. I need to get stronger." Then she finally looked up at him. Gohan smirked.

"Is this need to get stronger because of coming too close to death?" he asked, fully knowing the answer.

Videl looked away. The bed sheets looked interesting all of a sudden. "Yes."

"Then I'm sorry. I should have intervened earlier." His voice betrayed that he was tired but all attention was on her.

The female looked at him hard. "It's not your fight. It was mine." After a moment passed, Gohan spoke again.

"You need to get rest."

Videl quickly talked back, like she always did. "I need to get stronger."

"I will protect you." He sat down beside her. "You don't need to get stronger. I will protect you."

When she spoke, there was a bitter emotion laced in her tone. "Why? Because I'm yours." Her eyes narrowed at him and her heart started to race again.

He moved closer to her and when he spoke, his breath tickled her face. "No, because I want you."

There was silence, and such silence that she could feel the hammering warmth in her ears. She tried to ignore the heat rising in her cheeks, the funny feelings in her stomach, and her mouth going dry.

"You've changed," she told him, shifting the conversation.

He chuckled slightly. "Because I'm not a normal person." Then his eyes grew serious. "What would make you happy?" he asked her honestly.

She looked at him confused. "Didn't you ask me this already?"

A look of frustration crossed his features. Clearly he was not good at this. "If I had to spend the rest of my life making you happy, what do I have to do?"

His question made her mute.

"Did you hear what I said?" Gohan asked. His face was too close to hers and she edged away, nodding.

"Yeah, I heard what you said." She shook her head this time and the confusion was more evident through the look she gave him. "I don't think you could make me truly happy."

He scratched the back of his head. "Forget that I abducted you."

Videl actually considered it and slowly she shook her head.

He exhaled loudly but he did not look defeated. "Fine, next question. What do you want? What do you want from a man?" He wondered for a moment where the Videl he knew before, the spitfire that she was, had gone to.

At the same time, Videl wondered where this passion and curiosity in Gohan had come from. She looked down at her hands before looking at him straight in the face. "Stop asking me all of these pointless questions, Gohan." There was some awkward tension between them before she spoke again. "I want to fight you." There was absolute resolute in her tone and a fire burning in her eyes.

Gohan looked at her carefully and wrinkles gathered at his forehead. "You want to fight me?"

The human stood up on the bed looked down at him. Such determination and confidence shone off her, through her smile to her rigid body. This, the fire in her, was what attracted him to her. She was not sure of it nor did she try to use it to her advantage. It was natural. "I want to fight you. If I win, you let me free."

When he looked up at her, he saw the fire and how it burned madly, wildly in her glossy eyes. He stayed in his spot as he asked, "And if you lose?"

Her chest rose and fell quite rapidly. "If I lose, you can have me." When he gave her a look of uncertainty, she explained. "If I lose, I give myself to you." Her hands were clenched as her nails bored her flesh.

Gohan got up from the bed and summarized what she had just offered. "You wish to fight me for your freedom. And are you prepared to face the consequences of failure?"

Videl took a step away from him. Then another. "If I could defeat you, then I am free to go and if I am unable to, then I will be yours." Her breathing had not calmed, and the storm grew fiercer in her eyes.

"How do I win?" Gohan asked. "How do I play your game?" Surely, she was still sane.

"If I can make it out of that door, you lose and I win," Videl decided. She glanced to the open door and back to him.

Gohan crossed his arms. "You will lose."

"If I lose, I am prepared." She looked confident though.

He almost sighed. "If you know you'll lose, then why bother to fight? Why bother trying?" Gohan did not understand her sometimes.

The look on her face exuded some pain even though she tried to hide it. "I have to know if I stand a chance. If I can't get through you, there's no way I can be free. I just have to know. I need to try." There was great emphasis on those words: try and know.

Her reason was logical enough, he thought, but he felt that could not only be it. "Is there any other reason for this proposition?"

Videl was off the bed at this point and did not bother to answer that question. "Fight me," she hissed fiercely. Immediately after those words were spoken, the raven-haired woman dashed as fast as she could to the door. She had no chance to leave the room however when she felt a force - two powerful arms - pulling her back in the room and onto the bed.

"I don't want to fight you," he said, stalking her. "But if you insist." Her fear showed in her eyes but was easily replaced with determination.

Videl crouched and kicked Gohan in the head. He blocked it, grabbing her ankle before slamming her lightly on the bed. He waited for her to rise and for her next attack. This time she threw a ki ball at him and he was able to disintegrate it with his own. He watched her anger and determination grow stronger when she came at him again, with a fury of punches, jabs and kicks. Gohan, though he noted she had progressed far, far enough that the normal human would not be able to see her limbs in motion easily, she was not good enough to defeat him.

A kick. A block.

A punch. Another block.

A roundhouse kick at his liver. A grab on her leg, pushing the female body to the wall.

He did not want to hurt her since she was still recovering. He wondered about women and their minds until he felt her arms at the joint of his elbow. She drove him to the ground and tried to dislocate his shoulder, but Gohan manoeuvred out of it, which drove her away from him.

When Hercule's daughter got up, she went at it again and soon seconds grew to minutes and minutes grew to half an hour. She tried to use every trick she knew to break his bones or to dislocate his limbs but failed miserably. He always found a way to counter them or to throw her back on the bed, but she went at him again with minimal damage. At another point her strong, muscular legs were able to find his strong neck, and Videl twisted around to break his neck. He knew what she was trying to do and easily squeezed her flesh to release him.

"Videl," Gohan said, glancing back at the door, "you will not win."

She breathed hard; she could feel the sweat roll down her back. "No," she told him, wiping the perspiration off her face. "No." Videl dashed at him and forced a ki ball at the half-Saiyan, but it was easily disintegrated by the touch of his hand. She wondered if she could use the smoke as a cover and move towards the door using her stealth and speed.

She saw the doorway.

She saw the doorway!

She saw beyond the door!

She was one step to leaving the room.

Then he re-appeared in front of her. Where he came from she did not know. As he re-appeared, something—not horror—flashed in her eyes. He caught her neck in one hand; hardly applying pressure but the thought that he caught her paralyzed her. He then pushed her to the front of the bed and released her, exuding power and domination.

Videl rose. She would not fall to this man. She still emanated determination and passion.

This amazed him.

"You will not win," the half-Saiyan told her again, for the third time. "I do not want to hurt you." He knew he already had, but he told her the truth. "I will not rape you. I will not give you another reason to hate me."

Videl's eyes softened and her body grew relaxed, even when she said, "Fight me." She jumped up, almost floating through the air with a palm out. Her aim was to break his nose.

He caught her wrist and crushed it till she was on her knees. "You've lost," he said. Gohan also held the other wrist in his hand, and she tried to break free but he was too strong.

She looked up at him, defeated, and nodding. Videl watched him as he let go of her hands and crouched to her level. When he was sure she would not attack again, he held her right hand gently. "I will not rape you," he said, his eyes meeting hers.

Videl closed her mouth for a moment, sucking in her pride. "I give you permission." When he did not look persuaded she said, "You asked me what I want and you told me I can get whatever I wanted. What kind of woman do you think I am? I'm not interested in material goods." There was a seven second pause. "I want to be important, wanted and loved." She did not know why she felt embarrassed when she said that so she quickly added, "These should be obvious and reasonable requests."

He felt a smile emerge on his face and he did not try to stop it. Gohan inched towards her and pressed his forehead against hers. "Everyone wants to be important. You are important." Then, as she felt it coming, his lips touched hers, softly, gently, as if seeking her consent. Then he breathed on her lips, "It is human nature to be wanted. You are wanted." His lips brushed over hers again before he pulled away to look at her. "Do you think I am capable of your last request?" he asked her, with an honest expression on his face.

She reached to hold his face and he let her fingers comb and get lost in his hair. "You are a quick learner."

He nodded slowly at her words. Yes, he was smart. He learned fairly quickly. This is what he wanted, right? His lips hovered before hers tentatively before they pressed against hers. The kiss was careful and slow.

Could I heal him?

He lifted her up, and watched her eyes. After he rested her on the bed, he traced her lips with the pad of his thumb. His eyes found hers with an intensity to draw out her soul.

Could he need me?

"Give me the word to have you. All of you." His voice was soft and caring, which surprised her.

Could he make me happy?

At that moment, she couldn't do anything else but give a nod. When she found her voice she said, "You can have me." Those words also meant that she had lost. "I am yours." It meant she failed.

And now he would conquer her.

But… could he keep me safe?

The next kiss was rougher and held more passion but she found that he had ignited something inside of her…a passion that she had never felt for someone else before. Her body trembled when his hand slid under her shirt, stroking her soft stomach. The other hand rubbed her muscular leg up and down. Her hands were busy exploring his sculpted muscles.

Could there possibly be a place for me in his heart?

The softness of her mouth and her silky, supple skin awakened a similar throb in his temples. His hands wondered over her body, exploring, feeling, and caressing. Her reaction to him had completely surprised him. She welcomed his touch and grew excited every time he kissed and touched her. It pleased him to see that she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. Their kisses became more passionate, more searching, and Videl responded by parting her lips further, by whispering his name, and by opening her body to him.

Gohan's thoughts grew unfocussed and blurred from the heady sensation of her lips greedily seeking his and the heat forming from her body and his hands. He stopped for a moment, to see the assurance in her eyes, and found a raw hunger inside of her. Videl reached to pull off his shirt, and she smiled when her fingers traced the scars on his body. He watched her, pleasantly smiling, when she took time to examine his tight muscles and the scars. Her mouth and tongue worked on one end of the deep and long scar that spanned across his chest. She kissed, licked and sucked, satisfied when he moaned her name. His fingers touched her hair and delicately as she worked on him, he released her hair from the hair tie. Immediately he grasped the volume of her hair, tangling his fingers in her tresses.

She looked at him again, knowing it was her turn. Videl was nervous because she was never with another man like this – on fire. Her hands touched the bottom of her shirt and slowly those hands pulled the cloth over her head. Her eyes strayed away from his gaze, and she made sure she found the bed sheets interesting when discarded her sports bra.

"Videl," he said softly, calling her to his attention.

Fierce purple-blue eyes met deep, coal eyes and the temperature of her face increased several degrees. He encircled an arm around her small waist and slowly he laid her on the bed. Their lips met again in an assuring kiss. Then, as her breathing grew more rapidly, she arched her back and her body extended toward him in an unmistakable offering. She felt his hand tremble where he touched her, and when his fingers touched the coral tips of her breast, she was aware of a sudden burst of heat throbbing through her, igniting her senses to a flame of desire.

Gohan kissed the hollow of her neck, feeling strong beat against his lips. His lips trailed down to her chest, lightly sucking her flesh. The pure, womanly curves of her breasts were in his view, and he was astonished by the silky whiteness of her skin. He heard her moan his name, a sign which said she wanted him to go further. His lips grazed her exposed skin tenderly, longingly. He had never felt skin as soft as this. With a sigh of pleasure, she stretched herself, stroking the tight cords of muscles banded across his ribs. He relished the intimacy between them, aware of her desire for him.

Once his lips worked to her stomach, his fingers pulled her at the waistband of her spandex shorts. She even helped him pull down her shorts, giving his fingers access to stroke the soft walls of her inner thighs. She responded to him in a succession of undulating tremors which she knew were repeated within him, but grew confused when he suddenly stopped. The half-Saiyan sat on his knees and stared down at her.

Videl was breathless, craving, and wanting more. Her eyes searched his and before she could say or do anything, he uttered two words that she did not expect:

"I'm sorry."

And Gohan left the room so quickly that she couldn't – didn't – know what to say to make him stop.

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Author's Note: Some of you may want to shoot me for ending it there. I understand. If I were you, I would want to shoot me too. But please review. I say this always – reviews are my writing juice and this story is far from over. And I'm not sure when the next update is because I seriously need to fix the next chapter (two to three weeks maybe), but I can say it's almost a pure G/V chapter.

I always want to thank those for responding to the polls. I may not be able to appease all readers for plot purposes, but I will take all comments into consideration. As for the last poll (Videl's Power) I'm contemplating on two things. It will be because/for the plot and Gohan, and I don't think anything too flashy. Oh, we'll see when we get there.

New Poll: This is a hard question to ask, but since I've been hacked for what I wrote in Forbidden, I should ask this question. If Videl did something (really) bad to Gohan, what should he do?

A) Nothing (because he loves her, duh)

B) Punish her (please insert what kind of punishment)

C) Yell at her

D) your own response

I should just ask, would you skin me alive if Gohan were to be… rough and uncaring to her in the sack? I have a feeling… I'm going to get a lot of mixed responses. Anyways, tell me what you think. It is also unfair to ask you such a thing when you don't know the circumstances (or why the hell he would be punishing her, or his willingness to punish her).

Until next time my wonderful readers!

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