The air in West City was crisp, carrying the scent of autumn leaves as Thanksgiving approached. Streets were adorned with decorations, and the city dwellers buzzed with the anticipation of the upcoming holiday. West City was bustling with activity, people preparing for family gatherings and hearty feasts.
Gohan, amidst this holiday buzz, found himself in the heart of West City, weaving through the crowded streets to grab the last-minute spices his mother needed for her homemade pies. The warmth of the season contrasted sharply with the cool breeze that danced through the streets, carrying the scent of roasted chestnuts and cinnamon.
As Gohan wandered through the aisles of the grocery store, his attention was abruptly seized by a familiar blonde figure. Android 18, pushing a cart that held only a few essentials, seemingly lost in thought. Without conscious control, Gohan's steps veered towards her, a force pulling him closer.
Ignoring his internal protests, he found himself standing right beside her. She, seemingly irritated, responded with a rude comment, not bothering to look at who it was. "Why are you so close? Can't you see I'm shopping?"
"18," Gohan's simple utterance made her head snap up, a mixture of surprise and recognition flashing in her eyes. "Gohan... I..." Her attempt to speak faltered, words escaping her momentarily. "It's been awhile," Gohan continued, a genuine smile gracing his face.
"Yeah, it has been... I'm sorry, I—" 18's words were cut off by Gohan. "No need to be sorry. Happy Thanksgiving, by the way. What are you shopping for?" Gohan's curiosity was piqued, considering she didn't have much of a family unless she found Android 17.
"I've been staying here in West City. I've been working with Bulma on advanced Android technology, actually," 18 shared, revealing a side of her life Gohan hadn't known. His eyes widened at the revelation, questioning why Bulma had kept this information to herself.
"I'm also here just getting a few things to eat since it's just myself," 18 added. A bright idea crossed Gohan's mind. "Why don't you come over to my house for Thanksgiving?"
Caught off guard, Gohan felt the warmth in his face intensify as he nervously extended the invitation. Android 18 looked at him with a glint of admiration in her eyes, appreciating the gesture. "Thank you, Gohan. I'll think about it."
The awkward silence that followed lingered for a few seconds before Gohan, feeling dejected, spoke, "Alright then... I guess I'll see you around, 18." He walked away, disappointment evident on his face. "Damn it, Gohan, you have to get it together. That could've gone a lot better," he chastised himself.
Android 18, on the other hand, stood there, wrestling with her own thoughts. "Was I being too rude just now?" she wondered, berating herself for potentially pushing away someone who seemed to genuinely care about her. "Damn it, 18, get it together," she scolded herself, recognizing her own tendency to sabotage connections.
-Son Household-
Thanksgiving dinner was a lively affair. Goku and Gohan ate with voracious appetites, reminiscent of Saiyan feasts, while Piccolo and Chi-Chi exhibited more restrained eating habits. The hours passed with laughter, stories, and camaraderie, creating a warm atmosphere.
After the feast, Piccolo, with a bow of respect, expressed his gratitude to Chi-Chi for hosting. "Thank you for having me," he said, acknowledging the bond that had developed over the years, especially in times when he played a surrogate father to Gohan. "No problem Piccolo, it's the least I can do considering you've looked after Gohan more than a handful of times." Chi-Chi, with a smile and a gentle pat on her pregnant belly, reciprocated the sentiment.
With Piccolo's departure, Goku and Gohan took on the task of cleaning up the dishes. Once everything was tidied, Gohan retreated to his room, lying on his bed and gazing at the ceiling. Deep in thought about his plans and the direction of his life, he found his mind wandering into introspection.
As his eyes started to drift close, the tranquility of the night was interrupted by two soft knocks against his window. Gohan's eyes snapped to the window and to his amazement it was no one other than Android 18.
His black eyes fell upon the outfit she was wearing. A skin tight sleeveless black maxi dress with a slit going down the right side revealing her thigh. There was a small reflective design which gave her an ethereal glow under the moonlight. Gohan felt like he was hypnotized by her beauty as he slowly opened the window.
"I'm sorry I didn't come for dinner. Can I come in?" Android 18's voice carried a hint of vulnerability, contrasting with her usual stoic demeanor.
"Yea, of course you can," Gohan said, gently moving aside to make room for Android 18 to enter. She settled on his bed, and he closed the window, taking a seat beside her. His eyes couldn't help but linger on her, and he couldn't suppress a blush.
"You look... really amazing," Gohan stammered, his admiration evident in his tone. Android 18 acknowledged his compliment with a small, appreciative smile. "Thank you, Gohan. You've been nothing but nice to me."
Her hand found its way on top of his, their fingers intertwining. Gohan felt a rush of warmth at the contact, her thumb tracing soothing patterns over his hand. The room seemed to shrink, leaving only the two of them in a shared moment suspended in time.
Gohan's heart pounded in his chest, a rhythmic drum echoing his nervous excitement. He dared not pull away; instead, he embraced the connection, realizing the significance of this unexpected intimacy. The air buzzed with unspoken emotions, and the weight of the moment hung in the silence between them.
As Gohan looked into her icy blue eyes, it felt like a silent exchange of vulnerabilities and understanding. In that gaze, they shared more than words could convey. Android 18 broke the quiet with words that resonated in the room, acknowledging the depth of her gratitude.
"It's thanksgiving and I'm really grateful for you. Never wanting anything in return from the world even after saving it. For saving my life without wanting anything in return. Placing a roof over my head when I desperately needed it. I'm grateful for you Son Gohan." she confessed, her sincerity washing over the space between them. Gohan's blush deepened, the gravity of her words sinking in. It wasn't just about the gestures; it was about the connection they had formed, an unspoken bond that defied the expectations of the world around them.
The room held a delicate tension, the raw emotions swirling between them as the night unfolded. Android 18's presence carried a warmth that surpassed the chill of the evening, and Gohan found himself submerged by the depth of their connection.
In that quiet room, on a Thanksgiving night, Gohan and Android 18 shared a moment that transcended the ordinary. The gratitude they felt for each other wove an unspoken narrative, creating a chapter in their lives that would linger in their memories.
Android 18 and Gohan continued to share the quiet moment, their hands still intertwined. The air was thick with unspoken tension, and as they looked into each other's eyes, a subtle shift occurred. The gravity of the connection between them pulled them closer.
The air seemed to shimmer with anticipation as Android 18's icy blue eyes flickered down to Gohan's lips, a silent invitation lingering between them. Gohan, ever perceptive, recognized the unspoken desire and leaned in with a mixture of curiosity and nervous excitement.
Their lips met in a gentle and tentative kiss, like the soft whisper of a breeze that rustles through the leaves, leaving an indelible mark in its wake. Gohan could feel the delicate touch of Android 18's lips, and for a moment, the world around them faded away, leaving only the intimate connection they were forging.
As the kiss deepened, Gohan felt a swirl of emotions. Gratitude, for the bond that had formed between them. Understanding, for the complex circumstances that had brought them together. And a spark of something new—an unexpected flicker of emotions that neither of them had anticipated.
Android 18, typically guarded and composed, allowed herself to be vulnerable in that moment. The kiss was a revelation, a bridge between two souls navigating the realms of connection.
What happened next took the Android slightly by surprise,but she was acceptant of it. Gohan slipped is tongue into her mouth allowing a symphony of flavors that dance across the taste buds as the swapped saliva. A soft moan escaped Android 18 as she kissed him back, exploring his mouth with a sensation of sweetness blooming. Placing her free hand on the side of Gohans face she deepened the kiss even more. She wanted more.
Being slightly aggressive 18 pushed Gohan so his back was on the bed and she immediately straddled him.Leaning close to his ear she whispered. "Do you want me." Without hesitation Gohan replied with a whisper."Yea"
She smiled at his reply and then kissed him passionately, her tongue probing into his mouth. She reached down and grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head. She then went for his belt buckle and undid it, unfastened his pants and slid them down his legs. She looked up at him with a smile as she saw his boxers. Gohan smiled back at her and nodded.
She then pulled his boxers off and tossed them aside.She crawled up onto the bed and straddled him again, this time sliding the straps from her dress down her arm revealing her beautiful perky breast. She leaned forward and kissed him again, gently biting his lower lip.
She then kissed down his neck, stopping to nibble and suck on his nipples before continuing down his chest. He could feel her hot breath on his skin as she kissed and licked her way down to his waist. He felt her soft hand grab hold of his dick and he let out a small moan. She took the tip of his dick into her mouth and began sucking on it. Warm saliva coating Gohan's large dick as she bobbed her head back and forth while stroking it at the same time. Gohan moaned louder and tried to push himself deeper into her mouth. She continued to suck and tease his dick with her mouth and hands, not allowing him to cum yet. He was getting close and she knew it.
She stopped and transitioned herself so that straddled him again. She lowered herself down on top of him, taking his dick into her wet pussy. She started grinding against him, sliding his thick dick in and out of her pussy. Gohan wrapped his arms around her and held her tight as he thrust his hips upward. She leaned down and kissed him hard.
Their tongues danced together and their bodies moved together in rhythm. Gohan's dick was now fully erect and he was close to cumming. He couldn't take much more. His dick started to pulsate as he shot his white load inside of her. She kept grinding her hips against him and he could feel her body shuddering. She screamed out loud into the nape of his neck to muffle it as she orgasmed. Her juices coated his dick and he could feel her walls clenching tightly around him. She collapsed on top of him and they both panted heavily. They laid there for several minutes until she finally rolled off him.
When they eventually pulled away, the room hung heavy with the residual energy of intense sex they just had. Gohan's dark eyes met Android 18's, and a shared smile played on their lips. The unspoken promise between them was sealed in that moment—a promise of understanding, acceptance, and the recognition that their journey, unexpected and unconventional, had taken a turn toward something deeper.
Gohan wrapped his arms around Android 18 as she nuzzled into his soft muscles. She didn't want to leave. This was something she could get use to for the rest of her life. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the moon as Gohan and 18 lay together, the silence broken only by their quiet breaths. Gohan's voice, filled with a vulnerability he rarely showed, cut through the stillness. "18," he began, and she responded with a gentle, "Yes, Gohan?"
"Please don't leave this time," he implored, his words carrying the weight of a plea. In that moment, as they held each other close, it felt like the tangled threads of their lives had found a common weave. The simplicity of his request revealed a longing for stability, a desire to keep the newfound warmth that had blossomed between them. It wasn't just about physical closeness; it was an emotional plea for continuity, a wish for a connection that went beyond the fleeting encounters they had shared.
A/N AAAAAANNNNDDDD there we have it guys. I loved writing this for you all and I hope you enjoyed as much as I did. Happy Thanksgiving !!!