Taste of Crimson
Observed
A/N: There are so many wonderful other author’s fics. that I have read. It’s a huge list. If I were to try and list them all, it would be a whole separate chapter.
I would like to thank everyone who has reviewed so far. For those of you who hoped for more, I can say you have Mechanical Butterfly to thank. She beta read for me, and put the bug in my ear about another chapter before I posted chapters one and two. That gave me plenty of time to think about it.
Type of story: PWP, A/U
Rating-R
Pairing: Bra/Gohan, lime, SHOTA
“X” indicates spoken dialog
‘X’ indicates thoughts
~X~ indicates telepathy
Third Chapter- ‘Observed’
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Once she was around the first corner from the entry to the courtyard, Bra took a moment to adjust her clothing. She pulled the halter-top of her red outfit down to recover her breasts, and slid her skirt down back over her hips. She paused a moment looked at the gi shirt in her hands. ‘It may prove useful, I’ll hang onto it.’
Having discarded the idea of running for dear life, Bra hurried down the hall of the ground floor towards the closest set of stairs. She wanted to get to a good vantage point in order to watch as the punishment her father had in mind was implemented. Her father hadn’t let her in on those details. ‘Part of the game I suppose. And besides, if I did know, this wouldn’t be quite as exciting!’
Bra licked her lips in anticipation as she moved up the stairs. The fact one of the participants she was going to be spying was her own father didn’t deter her at all. She was voyeuristic almost to the point of obsession. She knew it wasn’t considered moral, but that was by human standards. She wasn’t just human. She had been raised sayian, a fact she thanked her father for. ‘I’d never tell him that to his face, though.’ She was different, and she liked it.
As she came to the second floor landing, she decided to go up one more flight of stairs. If she remembered correctly, there was a window that over looked the new courtyard that would be perfect.
At the next landing, she walked down the hall, and around an odd corner. She sighed, ‘I guess it was nice that father didn’t blow up the whole building,’ she mentally noted.
Up ahead she saw the window she had recalled from her memory. She didn’t come up to the third floor all that often. Why Dr. Brief’s, her grandfather, had put this story into the original floor plans of Capsule Corp, she didn’t know. This story didn’t function as living space or as laboratory space either. Living spaces of the building were on the first and second floors. All of the labs were in the basement. She shook her head as she neared the window. ‘Eccentric maybe?’
The window wasn’t exactly as she had remembered. It was narrow, pressed into a corner and ran from floor to ceiling. It’s construction looked as more of a way to let extra light into the hallway, rather than seeing what was going on below. She could get a view of the courtyard, but only if she pressed her shoulder to the glass, and turn her head at an odd angle. She peered three stories below her to see how things had been progressing.
She saw that her father still had his hold on Goku’s throat. It looked as though the taller sayian was trying to explain something. Bra took a moment to contemplate whether or not she felt any guilt about having told Goku not to worry about her father. ‘Not in the least,’ she decided.
She couldn’t see her father’s face with his back in her direction, but she certainly could see the look on Goku’s face. Pure panic. She smiled; at least her father’s plan had worked out on this point.
She considered finding another place to view the action, but then Goku stood to his feet. ‘Mmm,’ she thought, looking at the naked sculpted body. It looked as though the entertainment was going to start now. ‘Oh well, this will have to do.’ She dropped the shirt she had carried with her to the floor, and sat down on it, using the confining wall as a backrest.
She watched as Vegeta sat on the concrete bench and Goku sat on his lap. ‘A replay?’ She thought in mild amusement, ‘Interesting, I wonder if that was in his original plan.’
Sure enough, Goku started kissing her father. It wasn’t a timid kiss either. The way the naked man was going at it made her think that maybe this whole manipulation ploy hadn’t been necessary. ‘My father may be in for a surprise.’
This was HOT. Vegeta pulled away from the kiss. Bra didn’t notice the fact she was chewing on one of her fingertips until she bit down too hard. She shook her finger, and took a quick glance down to make sure she hadn’t done any permanent damage to the appendage. It was a bright pink, and would probably turn into a bruise, but the skin wasn’t broken. She stuck it back in her mouth to try to suck away some of the pain. When she looked back she saw Goku shifting his balance. Then he started to kiss Vegeta again.
Bra’s hand, the one that wasn’t being administered to by her mouth, started running up and down her body. She was already caught up in the action below. When her father jerked in surprise she smiled. ‘Oh yes Daddy, I put your advice to good use, didn’t I?’ Her wandering hand found it’s way around her skirt hem, and she started to lightly touch the insides of her own thighs. She shivered from her own touch and her breath started to become shallower, almost panting, but not quite.
‘If this is a replay…’ she took her fingertip out of her mouth, and pulled her halter-top up. Never pausing in her hand from roaming up and down her inner thighs, Bra timed it so that she tweaked her own nipple at the moment that Vegeta took Goku’s nipple into his mouth. She pressed her thumb and forefinger together, and moved them in a rubbing motion. Pleasure surged up and down her body. Her face was flushed, and her breath was coming in short pants now.
She rested her head back against the wall, and closed her eyes. She knew what was going to come next. She moved her hand over to her other nipple, and teased it, a little rougher than she had the first. She pulled her nipple away from her body, the weight of her breast hanging from it, causing a whole different sensation.
She was already very wet, and decided that she wasn’t going to watch the whole drama play out; only catch a sneak peek to see how things were heading. She took a moment and lifted her hips up off of the floor so she could pull her skirt up and out of the way. She spread her legs apart, but kept her knees in the air. It helped to tip her pelvis upwards.
She glanced back down, and saw Goku kneeling before her seated father. “Oh,” she groaned quietly, as she ran fingers of one hand up her wet pussy, she spread her labia and started work her swollen clit in a circular motion.
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Gohan landed on Capsule Corp. roof softly. He had a long lunch on Thursdays, and had taken to coming over during his two-hour break between teaching classes to have lunch with his father.
He stepped over the roof access of Capsule Corp. and punched in the security code. The one story elevator slowly rose. He walked into the mahogany-lined transport and pressed the down button. ‘I’m glad Bulma installed this before she left.’ He sighed. He’d had no idea that she hadn’t been happy. No one had, except maybe Vegeta. Both Bulma and his mother had duped everyone. It was sad to think that both women had thought that building a time machine and running off together was their best way out. ‘I hope they are happy, where ever they are.’
His dad had taken it rather hard. Goku hardly said a word anymore, unless spoken too. Gohan remembered the look of shock on his father’s face as the patriarchal Son had silently handed him the letter Chichi had left for his father.
Gohan recalled the harsh words.
I’m leaving with Bulma, Goku. Like you left me so many times before. She makes me happy.
Chichi
Gohan had been just as shocked as his father by the note. ‘Not to mention she didn’t even say good-bye to Goten or me.’ Gohan felt lucky to have had Videl and Pan both to play a strong roll in pulling him out of his melancholy.
The door to the elevator slid open, and he stepped out. He forgot to press the button that would close the doors as he stepped away from the elevator distracted by his gloomy thoughts. ‘Well, at least we got a note. Vegeta and his children didn’t even receive that much consideration from Bulma.’ One day she was finished with the time machine, the next, they were gone. A memo stating that Trunks was now President of Capsule Corp. was the closest thing.
Gohan was pulled out of his thoughts by strange noises coming from further up the hallway. He had just about started down the stairway when he heard it. ‘Is someone crying?’ He thought to himself as he headed towards the source of the noise. ‘It sounds like Bra. I’d better check and make sure everything is alright.’ He sighed to himself. His lunch with his dad was going to be a little shorter than usual.
He was in no way prepared for what he found when he came around the corner.
Gohan tried to make words form and come out of his mouth or even noise; anything to deny the display before him. Bra was crying out, but certainly not because she was upset over anything. No, what he thought had been sobs were actually moans coming from the young woman masturbating on the floor before him. She was looking out a peculiar window in the hallway at something.
What ever she was watching was turning her on.
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Bra moaned out loud. She turned away from the display of Goku giving Vegeta head, her eyes half shut. Before she had fully rested her head back her mind registered that her eyes had seen someone in the hallway. Before panic set in she realized that it was Gohan. She didn’t stop her masturbating. She was going to use this potentially embarrassing moment to her advantage. ‘Give him something to think about,’ she smiled, and looked directly into Gohan’s transfixed eyes. She was going to give the Son she was really after a show he couldn’t forget. ‘I’ll bet you think of me when your having sex with your wife.’
It looked as though Gohan was going to get his voice back. Bra took one of her hands away from its current occupation, and brought it to her lips in an shhh-ing motion.
Gohan’s mouth closed. Bra licked her fingers slowly. She purposefully sucked on the tips of them, and put them each in her mouth, one at a time, all the way. She made direct eye contact with Gohan the whole time.
Gohan whimpered. He shouldn’t be here, watching this. He should have already asked her to stop. ‘No, it’s her house. I should have already left,’ he corrected himself. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the erotic display. He had never thought of Bra in this manner before, but suddenly he was achingly hard. He watched as she removed the hand from her mouth, trailing her wet index finger all the way down her body. He also watched as she reengaged her erogenous area with it. He hardly noticed the orange material that she was sitting on.
The one hand still toyed with her clit, while the other traveled further down, and he watched as she inserted her thumb into her own, ‘Vagina, just say it. She’s fucking herself with her own thumb. Oh Kami, I can’t believe this is turning me on!’ He watched her move the appendage in and out of her pussy. He whimpered again.
Bra watched Gohan watching her. She closed her eyes half way, and leaned her head back against the wall. She made a whining moan, and panted in short breaths. Every move and sound she made suddenly became very intentional, and she was receiving the desired effects. Although Gohan wasn’t moving, she watched his eyes follow her hand in its travels. He was already flushed, but started breathing quicker as she started to masturbate her pussy with her own thumb. She knew he wasn’t going anywhere when his panting started to take on the same rhythm as the actions of her thumb.
She closed her eyes, certain now that she had a captive audience. She maneuvered her thumb, trying to find her own sweet spot, “Ah-a,” she gasped when she found her goal. She rotated her thumb around inside her, and then started the pumping motion again.
Gohan’s hands were clenched so hard that his fingernails finally broke skin. He didn’t even notice the blood flowing over his fingers and onto the short, dense, commercial-type carpet. Bra’s breasts were bouncing beneath her lifted halter-top in an irregular pattern between her gasping breaths and the motion of her very busy hands. He was so distracted by the ongoing display before him he didn’t even feel his father’s or Vegeta’s ki suddenly spike.
Bra had no previous notion how much someone watching her would turn her on. Maybe it was her audience; she couldn’t be certain. All she knew was she was about to cum in front of the man of her dreams. All of her muscles suddenly went taut and she screamed Gohan’s name as her body released its euphoric reaction to her self-stimulation.
Gohan almost came in his trousers. By will power alone he didn’t. He watched as Bra’s body slowly became relaxed. He almost growled at the fact that his hadn’t found the same release as hers had.
Bra opened her eyes. They slowly came back into focus. She smiled seductively at the man before her. “I can make it all feel better,” she promised huskily. She pulled herself away from the wall, and started stalking the man before her on all fours.
Gohan made a strangled whimper in the back of his throat. He had to go. He shouldn’t have been here, shouldn’t have watched this and shouldn’t be feeling the way that he was about the whole situation. ‘Videl. I have a wife. I have to go. Now.’ His brain finally convinced his body to move. He ran back the way he had come: away from the seductress. He was slightly surprised to find the door to the elevator open, but thanked Kami for small favors. He pressed the close button once he was inside. ‘I should have just gone through the roof,’ he thought to himself while waiting for the elevator to go through its cycle.
Once he was out on the roof, he pressed the security button to close the elevator. He didn’t notice how his fingertips left red smudges all over the control panel. Certain that this small task was done he flew away from the whole nasty affair.
Bra continued to crawl as she watched as Gohan sped around the corner. “I am surprised he didn’t just go through the roof. Trunks would have been more than happy to add another sky light,” she said to herself. Bra shrugged her shoulders, ‘At least I won’t have to explain why a new sky light would be needed.’ She smiled happily. She reached the spot he had been standing, taking in the scents laying heavily in the air there. She spotted some of the small daubs of blood on the carpet. She dipped her finger into one before brining it to her mouth and licking it off.
She stood up from the spot, knowing she would have to clean the mess up later. She returned to the window to look down at the two occupants of the courtyard. “How kawaii. They’re sleeping together,” she said out loud.
This was turning out to be a fine day. Her father was happy and she was satisfied. She reached down to pick up Goku’s shirt.
~o0o~
Gohan tried to get the scene out of his head, but it just kept replaying. ‘There is no way I can teach classes like this.’ He landed in a small wooded area between Capsule Corp. and the University. He reached to get his cellular phone to call the University to tell them to cancel his afternoon classes. That was when he noticed the blood on his hands. He just missed smearing his shirt with it. ‘When did that happen?’ He vaguely recalled clenching his hands, and assumed it must have been then.
Then he thought of why he had been clenching his hands, and the vicious cycle started all over again. He could hear her panting and see her flushed face. Even the sense of smell invaded his memories.
Gohan groaned quietly. He was just as hard thinking about Bra masturbating, as he had been watching her masturbate. He started to clench his hands again and felt a stab of pain from his actions, drawing new blood to the surface of his palms. “Damn I must have really been out of it,” he said out loud, ‘Or into it,’ his mind suggested. That set off another quiet groan into the lonely wooded area.
‘I can’t teach when I am feeling like this, but damn it, I don’t have a good reason not to be at my classes either,’ Gohan thought about his dilemma. His body was demanding some sort of release. Checking the area for any other ki signatures, and finding none, he came to a decision.
The demi-sayian undid his belt and the button of his pants. He did his best not to smear blood all over his clothing. ‘I can button up my suit jacket and no one should notice,’ he reasoned. He undid his zipper and lowered his pants a little. He pulled his erection out of the hole in his boxers. Even that gesture made him weak in the knees so he knelt before he fell down. He adjusted his balance as one of his knees collided with a root from a nearby tree.
He started to stroke himself slowly. “Yes,” he said out loud in pleasure as his hand slid up and down his hard on. At first he attempted to think about Videl, but it wasn’t working. He gave up on that course of action and started thinking about what had brought him to this point: Bra.
He closed his eyes, and tried to remember everything. ‘The way she looked at me, without any hint of apology for what she was doing.’ He moaned out loud at the thought, his hand strokes becoming a little faster. ‘The way she tasted herself,’ his whole body jerked at the thought, but still found no release. ‘The way she fucked herself with her own thumb,’ he almost fell forward, but braced his free hand against the trunk of the nearby tree.
His mind wandered from remembering to what it wished that he had done at that stage of the display. He was suddenly imagining himself walking over to where the young woman sat on the floor, pulling her to her feet, lifting her up and pressing her against the wall.
His imagination went from there to actually starting to have sex with Bra, not just standing and watching her. He groaned loudly. Imagined pressing her up against the wall and pumping into her hot, wet pussy. Pounding her senseless. Thought about all the naughty things she would say while he was fucking her. “Oh.” ‘Yes, how I’d love to,’ he allowed himself to wish. Gohan’s eyes flew open as he felt his release beginning. He closed them again making himself believe that it was Bra’s body he was going to cum into, and not the grass below. “OH!” he exclaimed, his eyes opening once more in time to see his essence shoot all over the ground. He shuddered all over, his breath coming in short pants.
He hung his head, and closed his eyes, trying to get his senses to refocus. He blinked his eyes open, he looked down at his genitalia. His cock was smeared in blood. The pressure he had applied to his erection reopening the wounds in his palm, the blood becoming an improvised lubricant for his rough, demanding actions.
He took a couple of deep breaths to steady him self. ‘I haven’t had to do this…,’ he tried to think back to the last time he’d had to masturbate. ‘Since I had that crush on Bulma. What was I? Thirteen, fourteen?’
That thought gave him a moment’s pause. Bra looked so much like her mother, and her body didn’t give any indication that was going to change with age. ‘I’ll get over it, just like I did her mother,’ he told himself sternly, but he couldn’t get himself to dismiss the shadow of doubt that lingered in the back of his mind.
He wiped his hands off as best as he could in the grass. Then he stood up, and managed to make himself presentable for his classes. He headed back to the University. His body had been put to ease, but his mind was still a little restless.
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A/N 03-19-05, yeah, I just added a couple of sentenses and words.