Okay, this one's a bit filthy towards the middle and end, so if you think this story needs to be bumped up from T-rated to M-rated, PM me or review. I'll see which is more popular and go with it. If no one says anything, I'll leave it as is.

P.S. One of my friends might find this profile soon, if he hasn't already, so I have a quick shout-out for him on that off chance: Evan, please do not mention this chapter or it's aftermath to ANYONE! I cannot stress this enough! Please!

Goten

I groaned and dropped onto my bed, exhausted from searching all day. Nearly a thousand laps around the planet, and nothing to show for it. "Where are you, Doe?" She was always a dedicated friend, so it was only natural for her to stick up for Locke. But this was farther than I'd ever thought she'd go.

Mom slowly opened my door and peeked inside. "Goten?" she asked. "I have dinner ready, if you're hungry."

"Later," I sighed.

"Alright... Will you at least go check on your father?" I gritted my teeth, but not out of anger at her. Without answering, I got up and flew out of my open window.

A minute later, I landed in front of the Satan City Hospital and immediately headed up.

I slowly opened the door and found a nurse checking his vitals. "How is he?" I asked hopefully. "Do you know what's wrong?"

She looked surprised by my sudden entrance, but looked ultimately downtrodden. "Yes..." The way she said it didn't improve my mood. "That hit he took severely fractured his spine all the way down. The doctors gave him that wierd bean you left us and it healed right up, but his brainwaves were interrupted for too long. We don't know how long he'll be like this." I slowly moved forward and pulled up one of the seats, staring at my father's comatosed face.

"Dammit, Vegeta," I growled. "Dammit, Dad. Dammit, Cell. Dammit, Locke." That last one was even more viscious. "Locke... if he hadn't stopped us, Vegeta never would have attacked Dad, and Cell would be dead." My fists clenched, quickly drawing blood. "I want to kill him for this, but he's still my friend. What Gotenks did was too far, and still is. But Cell... him I can kill."

Meadow

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" I asked Locke as he fitted the key into the lock.

He shrugged. "We don't really have a choice. We need money for gas, and a place to stay. We work a night and morning here, and we get both, plus a shower."

After finding that neither of us had any money, Locke went out to look for a job. Unfortunately, the only one he could find was at a local tavern, and none of the jobs payed enough for just him to work, so I ended up getting hauled in as well. Locke got hired as a bartender, cleaner, and bouncer, while I ended up as a server, suspisciously only during the night shift. We were given a room to stay in for the night, which came with a shower, but only one bed, which instantly flushed my cheeks. We'd been told that our uniforms would be on the bed.

As he opened the door, I was struck by how ordinary the room was. It wasn't anything special, but it was clean, unlike many inn rooms I'd stayed in before. Then I saw the uniforms. Locke's was a normal button-up white shirt, apron, and waist-coat, but mine was... less than acceptable. It was a plain black dress, but it was skin-tight, the collar cut down in between my breasts, and only reached down to my mid-thigh. I may enjoy baring a little skin, but this was crossing the line from cute to pervertedly sexy. Locke didn't seem to notice and handed it to me.

"Use the bathroom," he said. "I'll change out here." I reluctantly took the dress and went to change.

Locke

Truth be told, I had noticed the dress immediately, and had to restrain myself from reducing the entire building to atoms for making my girlfriend wear it. But we needed the money, so I pretended not to care.

But pretending was out the window when Meadow walked into the dining area. I was alerted by the sound of several men whistling and jeering, so I looked to see what they were looking at. I had to consciously lower my ki in order to keep from being detected. Seeing my girlfriend dressed like a freaking whore both aroused me and sent my temper on fire.

She nervously hurried over to me at the bar. "Are you still sure this is okay?" she asked quietly.

I forced myself to answer. "I'm half tempted to blow this place away, but we still need money, or we'll never make it in time." She cast her eyes downward. "But if it's any consulation," I added, "you look absolutely gorgeous right now." She smiled, then went to get instructions from the manager.

Meadow

Locke and I worked for an hour or two before his first shift ended. He went up to get some rest for his next one early the next mirning, but I still had a while left on mine.

"Be careful," he warned me. "Anyone gets handsy, I'll split their skull." I nodded and he went back up to the room.

My shift almost went by without a hitch, and I was about to start wrapping things up, when I felt a heavy weight rest on my rear. I slowly turn my head and saw a hand resting right on my butt, and attached to hand was a well-dressed man, who's flushed cheeks betrayed his intoxication. "What's such a pretty thing like you doing working in this dump?" he asked.

I nervously stepped away. "I-I just need some money for gas, then I'll be out of town."

"With those shadows? Heh; you don't look stupid, so you must have a way out." He smirked, and I knew I'd said too much. "Gas prices run kinda high in this town. Are you sure this'll pay enough?" His smirk became even more evil. "I can pay you more than enough for an even easier job." I gulped, knowing what he was getting at. "Five hundred Zeni every ten minutes, sweetheart. You don't even have to do anything; just let me have my way with you. How about it?"

I shook my head frantically. "I-I don't think- Eep!" His hand layed on me again, this time in the same area, but on the... other side. It was clear a simple "no" wasn't going to do it. My only hope was reasoning with him. "U-um, I'd prefer not to. Y-you see, I've never really... done that before, so-"

He cut me off with a hearty laugh. "A virgin? In that case, make it a thousand!"

I shook my head again. "Y-you're missing the point! I don't want my first time to be with a stranger. And besides, my boyfriend is asleep upstairs. If I'm not there when he wakes up-"

The man's smirk vanished and his hand went from my crotch to my wrist, gripping it tightly. "I'm not asking, sweetheart," he said in a low voice. "I'm telling you what's going to happen, not what I can do for you." He slowly rose from his chair, standing at almost twice my height. "Now come quietly, or I won't hold anything back; anything. Don't think I won't; I've got more bastard kids than I can count already." My eyes widened in fright. He turned and started walking away, dragging me behind him.

A choked sob escaped my lips, tears running down my face. "I'm sorry, Locke," I whispered, even though he wouldn't hear it.

Before I knew what was happening, I was thrown onto a bed and the man started undoing his belt. "If you don't want to see, then close your eyes." My eyes squeezed shut, and I felt his hand move under my skirt... only to be instantly wrenched out.

"What do you think you're doing?" Locke's voice echoed through the room. My eyes shot open and I saw him, gripping the pervert's wrist tightly.

The drunken man glared at him and pulled his arm away. "Who the hell are you?"

"The guy who's girlfriend you were about to rape."

The pervert's glare turned into a sneer. "Well, you weren't giving her what she needed. Trust me, she would have loved it once we got started."

Locke looked at me, and I was worried he was going to accuse me of something, but what happened was as far from that as you could get. "What did he do?" he asked.

I gulped and tried to explain, but it was hard. "T-touched my b-b-bu... a-and down th-there... a-and was g-gonna..." The next part was the hardest to say. "... m-make me... have his... ki-ki-ki-ki..." The tears started to flow again and I covered my face, unable to finish, but he'd heard enough.

"We're going to walk out of here right now, and in the morning I'm going to report you to the authorities, Mr. Hawthun." The man gave a grunt, probably not expecting to be recognized.

"That won't be happening, kid." I peeked between my fingers, just in time to see Hawthun's fist connect with Locke's right cheek, but he didn't budge. "Huh?"

Locke's yellow eyes flickered like firelight. "You just made a grave mistake." His eyes flashed to me. "Don't look until I say so." I covered my eyes again.

"Ha! What're you-?" The sound of unleashed ki rang through the air.

Locke's hands gently held my shoulders. "Keep'em covered," he instructed as he lead me out of the room. I finally uncovered them and looked up at him. The rage in his eyes was replaced with cold terror and shame, answering the question I nearly asked: What did you do?

He lead me back to our room and locked the door behind us. "I'm sorry," he sighed and sat down on the end of the bed. "I shouldn't have left you out there all alone. If I was having trouble keeping my hands off you, what could I expect of some wasted bums?" That was news to me, but that didn't matter.

I sat down beside him and hugged him tightly. "It's not your fault; it was all that pervert's. You're the one who saved me, like you always do."

"But I was almost too late," he grunted through clenched teeth. "Another second or so, and he would have-"

I silenced him with a kiss, holding it for longer than any other we'd shared before separating for air. "Just be quiet," I begged. He nodded. I smiled only slightly, then stood up. "I'm gonna go wash up; no telling what that guy had on him." Locke slowly nodded.

Once I was in the shower, I started thinking about the last thing I'd said to the man, that I didn't want my first time to be with a stranger. Once I thought it over again, an odd tingling started in my stomach region. "It could happen again," I whispered. "I want my first time to be with someone I trust- no, someone I love. Maybe..." I shook my head. "No, that's a bad idea." Still, the feeling didn't go away, so I tried to "relieve it", but it just wouldn't go.

Once I was out of the shower, I noticed that I'd neglected to grab anything to change into. The dress was out of the question, and the towels were too small to cover anything. Steeling myself, I poked my head out of the door and quickly explained the situation.

Locke's face turned bright red and he averted his eyes. "Um, I guess..." He layed back and kept his eyes locked on the ceiling. "Hurry and do it. I promise I won't look." I hurried over and looked through the small bag of clothes we'd taken with us. Since the trip was short-notice, I hadn't packed any of my own clothes, and I wanted to keep my day clothes as fresh as possible, so I forced myself to grab one of Locke's shirts and my own pair of panties. Once I was "dressed", I looked over at Locke, about to tell him that it was okay to look, but something caught my eye. Specifically in his groin region. The sight instantly multiplied what I'd been feeling by a factor of ten, and I couldn't help myself.

I quietly made my way back to him and, before he could respond, layed on top of him and kissed him. We pulled apart and, before he could say anything, I quickly and nervously tried to explain what I was doing. "What he did got me thinking... I-I don't want to lose my virginity to some random lech. And if this ever happens again, you might not make it in time." His yellow eyes stared at me, clearly seeing where I was going. "I know we don't have any precautions, but... I want to give my virginity to someone I love." I lowered back down and gave him a light kiss before continuing. "I love you, Locke. I don't care about the risks; I need to do this, with you." I waited for his reply, only to find myself being lifted off of him and placed back down. "Locke, I-!"

"Wait here," he said before quickly leaving. In less than a minute, he'd returned, both of his hands clutching something tightly. "One thing you've gotta learn about these places; these are always available." He opened his hands, and I was shocked at what I saw: in one was a condom, and a fairly big one at that, and in the other was a medicine bottle. "I-I'm pretty sure you'll want this one," he stuttered, blushing and holding up the condom, "but I felt like I should get these just in case. You know, to be double-sure." He handed me both and I read the label on the bottle: Birth Control. Specifically designed by CC for post-intercourse use, after reading a little more, and was fail-safe if taken within twelve hours. "So, what should I-?" I interrupted him by lifting the borrowed shirt over my head. His eyes widened and he stared at my bare chest. I wasn't big by any definition, but I knew from a game of Truth-or-Dare that that was his preference. I slowly got onto my back and pulled my underwear down my legs, then gestured for him to lay down and started to undress him.

Once I'd dropped his underwear off the bed, I held up the condom. "Do you want me to-?" Once again, I interrupted him, this time by throwing it across the room, just missing the wastebin.

"I don't want it," I told him, laying down on him again, pressing my chest against his. "We have another option, and I want my first time to be as special as it can be. Please, I want you to... to..." I gulped, forcing myself to say it. "... nail m-my _ with y-y-your big _, and _ _ _." I hated myself for saying something so lewd, but I felt the desired effect below me.

"Are you absolutely sure about this?" Locke asked one more time.

I smiled and put myself nose-to-nose with him. "Sometimes you can be too good, Locke. That's one of the reasons I love you." I kissed him, finally sealing the deal.

*Before continuing, I'd suggest checking my other fic I uploaded, which is a detailed oneshot describing what eactly happens between here and Locke's next POV in this chapter. Though you can igore it and just enjoy the story if you want and there would be no reprocussions.*

Goten

I was finally eating dinner, when I felt a brief spike of ki; specifically Locke's. But it was too faint and quick to tell which direction it had come from, so I just sighed and got back to eating. A little while later, it repeated, with an even larger energy surge, but I still couldn't track it.

Locke

I lightly stroked Meadow's sleeping head, smiling contentedly. The sheets covered our nude forms, but blood from her broken membrane had soaked through; I'd probably end up paying for that, but luckly money was no longer an issue. As ashamed as I was by what I'd done to that old pervert, I'd gone a step farther and swiped his wallet. But honestly, what use is money to a dead man? As I thought that, I realize how dark it sounded. I started to worry that there was more to my Android biology than I'd thought. Maybe I should have read through Gero's document a bit more thoroughly. I was pulled out of my thoughts as I felt Meadow lightly nuzzle my chest. I smiled. If someone like her loves me, how bad can I be? I closed my eyes and followed her to sleep.

There you go. I write these notes after the chapters, so I swear to you that them getting it on was not my original plan, but I thought of it and liked it(though I've been on edge since I started uploading, not knowing how any of you would react). If you tell me it should be raised to an M-rating, I'll also remove that bit of censorship in what Meadow said. And if you didn't go read the lemon when I suggested it, now would be a good time if you want to at all. It'll be the first one I've ever written, so be sure to account for that while critiquing.