Anticipation

Disclaimer: I don’t own DB/Z/GT or any of the characters found in this fic. They are the property of TOEI ANIMATION in Japan and FUNimation in the U.S.A. I am making no profit from this work of fanfiction.

A/N: Well, I noticed some of you were reading the author’s notes. PixelGoddess was mentioned: “Pix tell her to write more.” LOL… The muses bit me, so I did end up writing more. Once again, a huge THANK YOU goes to PixelGoddess for beta’ing another chapter of this.

Thank you all for your lovely reviews. I greatly appreciate them.

Rating- R
Warnings- Hentai, lemon, PWP, OOC, M/F
Pairings- GxVi

Chapter 3a - Realization


My eyes fluttered open at the sound of a chuckle. I looked around dazed, recognizing my own white bedroom walls. I barely moved as I was gently placed on my bed, too relaxed to react quickly to anything. “Goku?” I asked.

“Come on, raise your arms Videl,” he asked of me. I did so, and he eased my shirt off.

“Wha?” I mumbled.

“We’re going to get you cleaned up and into bed. I was too rough. Sorry,” he apologized.

I noticed that my flip-flops and pants had been tossed into a corner of my room. The shirt joined them. I held my weight up with my arms as I sat on the edge of the bed alone. I heard the shower come on and turned to watch as Goku stepped out of the smaller adjacent room.

His bare feet made no sound on the beige carpet as he walked towards me. His torn cloth belt held up his pants: I guess I really had been in a hurry to expose him. I blushed in my embarrassment of how hasty I had been.

He reached a hand out to me, and I took it gratefully. I knew I was in no condition to stand up on my own. It wasn’t a matter of strength; I was faint and tired. He picked me up as though I weighed nothing when my knees buckled.

He walked me into the bathroom and opened up the shower’s door, “Is it too hot?” He asked, indicating I should stick a hand in before getting in.

I passed my hand under the spray, “No, seems just about right,” I told him. I didn’t know how he thought I was going to get myself cleaned up if I couldn’t even stand on my own.

He passed me through the door, holding me up with a hand under one of my armpits before he stepped in also: with his pants still on. I couldn’t help but laugh, “What are you doing?” I asked incredulously.

He grinned at me, and I just knew if he hadn’t already had the shampoo bottle in his hands, he’d be scratching his head, “You and me, naked, together? I wouldn’t be able to control myself.” I blushed at his statement. “Lean back and get your hair wet so I can rub this in,” he said, holding out his palm full of shampoo.

I did so, letting the water wet my hair as I closed my eyes before straightening up, “Keep ‘em closed,” I heard his voice instruct.

His hands gently rubbing the shampoo into my hair felt incredible. I moaned without thinking, “See, another reason for the pants. You keep that up, we’ll have to do this again.”

I sighed, realizing that this was probably the best time I was ever going to have to ask, “What are we doing?” His hands paused for a moment, “Why are we doing this?” I rephrased. I wasn’t certain I was going to get an answer out of him.

“Lean back again,” he instructed. His voice sounded less open. I thought I had made a mistake. Goku helped the water dispel the suds from my hair by running his hands through it. When he pulled me forward, I wiped the water from my eyes so I could look at him clearly. He looked me in the eyes for a moment before looking away, and I could tell he was thinking, possibly about how to answer, or if he even wanted to. Finally, he sighed, “Sex? Desire?” The tone in his voice left me wondering if he was asking himself or me. I didn’t know how to answer him, so I waited. He looked back at me, his gaze questioning my reaction. “Look, I took an opportunity when I saw it, and at a time I… my better judgment was impaired,” he started to explain, “I didn’t feel bad at the time, and I still have no regrets. Except…”

“Except?” I prompted.

“Except, maybe you weren’t ready for this. I thought your relationship with Gohan was well enough established that you could have fun, and not get tangled up in the emotional backlash,” he said.

“What?” I asked. I couldn’t help the anger that crept into my voice.

Before I could rage at him he asked me a question, “You love my son? Yes?”

“Of course!” I said in a huff.

“And I love my wife. Nothing about this… thing… is going to change that for me. Is it going to change anything for you?” He asked me honestly, black eyes looking straight into mine.

“No,” I said, settling a little. I loved Gohan – even this madness wouldn’t change that.

Goku sighed in relief, “Good,” he reached for the bar of soap, “So, this is only about desire, and nothing else. I appreciate you, and I love you,” I tensed at his words, “As a family member,” he clarified, “But I won’t ever be in love with you: not like I am with Chichi.”

I nodded my head, understanding some of what he was trying to explain, as he started to rub the bar over my belly. I hissed as his hands went further down, “Um… I’m a little sensitive down there,” I held my hand out for the bar of soap, and he passed it to me.

I was a little embarrassed by the next question I wanted to ask, “So, why not do this with Chichi?” I bent down to wash my legs.

He chuckled and kissed my forehead, as I stood up, apparently in appreciation of my honesty, “She’s not up to this much any more,” he told me. I could hear regret in his voice.

“Oh,” I said quietly. It saddened me to think of Chichi getting older. I really didn’t know how much it must hurt the man in front of me to have to live with the knowledge everyday.

I set the bar back in its shallow depression and ran my hands over myself to make sure all the soap was gone before I turned and shut the shower off. I stepped out and grabbed a towel to hand to Goku. I laughed at him, in his wet pants, as he smiled sheepishly at me, “You dry off, and get dressed. I’ll wait.”

He sure was taking the clothes as a barrier thing seriously, but I went into my bedroom, pulled a robe out of the closet, and put it on.

I could see Goku had waited until I had something on before taking his pants off in the shower stall. He stepped out and grabbed a towel to dry himself off. Then he turned and wrung water out of them before he wrapped them up in the same towel he had dried off with.

I finally understood what he meant by one of us having clothes on. Even as worn out as I was, I was having a difficult time keeping my hands off of him, “You lay down and get some rest,” he told me, smirking as he noticed my intense observation of him.

I laughed at myself, “You leave the room, and then I’ll get some rest,” I told him.

He grinned and walked out the door, shutting it behind him.

I sighed as I took my robe off, thinking I’d never get any rest with the image of him on my mind.

My body had other ideas though.


~o0o~

When I finally did wake up, the sun had already gone down. I tensed, thinking I of all the stuff that hadn’t been done during the day when an arm embraced my middle, and I heard my husband’s sleepy voice, “Relax.”

“What time is it?” I asked.

He breathed deep before I felt him twisting his body to look at this clock, “After midnight.”

Dang, I had slept for a long time, “I’m sorry you missed dinner,” he mumbled tiredly, “When I came to wake you, you bared your teeth at me and told me to ‘take it outside’.”

I was shocked; I usually didn’t talk in my sleep. Then I felt the bed shake with my husband’s repressed laughs, “I did not!”

“Yeah, but I had you going for a minute,” he said. “Dad told me he had worn you out.”

My eyes popped wide open at this news, but then Gohan continued, “You should probably not spar with my dad. He’s so strong, he could break something totally by accident,” I could hear real concern in my husband’s voice.

My heart started to slow down, “You’re serious? I mean I know he is that strong, I just thought he had better control.”

I could feel my husband shrug, and then he spooned up against me, “Just a precaution. He does have excellent control, but I think my mother is a better sparring partner for you. Having your bones broken and muscles damaged isn’t going to have the same effect it does on us. You won’t get stronger, we will. I don’t think Dad thinks about that sometimes.”

“Oh,” I said quietly.

There was a quiet snore from my husband, and I closed my eyes, trying to get back to sleep.


~o0o~


There was a span of two weeks before Goku and I were once again alone.

I could feel the tension building between us. Times when we’d be in the same area, alone for a moment, but not long enough to do anything.

Other times, the hairs on the back of my neck would rise, and I knew without looking Goku’s total attention focused on me. I tried to minimize the shivers that ran down my spine.

After a week, meals became almost impossible. Whatever utensils I was using to eat would shake on their way to my mouth, and because of my nervousness, I began to lose my appetite.

Well, for food. I caught myself sipping at water and gnawing on a bread stick in a most provocative manner one dinner. Thankfully, no one had seemed to notice.

With my sexual tension reaching an all time high, and no relief in sight, I set about cornering Gohan, and seducing him, repeatedly. I was doing the most insane things to get his attention; it was some of the best sex we had in years.

Then that moment came: like a still of conversation in a crowded room. Gohan and Pan had already left for their daily scheduled things, and then Chichi said she was going to go out for a couple of hours. I still can’t remember why.

Instantly, just like when everyone realizes it’s unnaturally quiet, and does their best to fill the void, Goku and I were all over each other. Chichi hadn’t been gone more than thirty seconds before I was ripping my blouse off in the middle of their kitchen. Goku was pulling his tops off over his head with that more than human speed of his. He was already naked and backing me against the dinner table before I had the chance to undo my bra.

His lips crushed against mine as I undid the latches. His hands cupped my breasts and massaged them roughly. I groaned into his mouth, finally seeing liberation in sight after having waited for so long.

I unfastened the button to my jeans, and then the zipper. I reached my hands into my waistband, and started to bend down to strip them off when I noticed his erection jutting directly towards me. I changed my plans, and went to my knees, took him in my hand, and then into my mouth.

He hissed his approval as I practically mauled it. I used a little bit of teeth, some humming, a bit more suction and a whole lot of rough handling; all tactics were met with the most gratifying sounds of approval.

He gave a groan of pure ecstasy before his hand was gripping my hair, impeding my progress. I looked up to see what was going on, but my view was limited by his abdomen and heaving chest.

Then he bent his head forward, and I could see a fire in his eyes.

I yelped, a little in pain, when he brought me back to my feet with the grip he already had in my hair. Then he was turning me around and bending me over the same kitchen table we had dinner on every night.

“I’ve been waiting so long for this,” I heard him say as I felt him press the head of his cock against me. I felt him sliding around, searching for my passage before he found it, and sunk himself in deeply.

I groaned again, stifling it with my fist, before he took my hand away from my mouth, “No need to be quiet. I’m the only one here, and I want to hear it all,” he said, as he took me swiftly, causing me to squeal in surprise, and then moan in pleasure.

It felt like he was hitting every nerve on with each stroke. Filling me roughly, backing out slowly. I wanted him to pick up the pace. I didn’t even realize I had said anything before he asked, “What was that?”

“M-morr-e,” I said, as he ground himself inside of me.

“Like this?” He asked, his hands gripping my hips and then he was pounding into me swiftly a couple of times before returning to his original pace.

“Ah-huh,” I moaned out.

He started sliding in and out of me quickly, but I could tell he was holding back, trying not to hurt me internally. I was mewling all the same, not having time to get enough air into my lungs before he was driving into me again.

I felt one of his hands leave one of my hips before he had a grip in my hair again, using it as leverage to change my position. I reached a hand up, trying to let him know the grip was somewhat painful as he continued to pound into me since I couldn’t get words out.

He let my hair go gently; running his hand down my back and placing it back on my hip. “Hold on baby,” he warned before he sped up his movements one notch higher.

I could hear our skin slapping together where his hips met my buttocks. I started clawing at the table, heedless of leaving scratch marks in the wood. I was screaming in pleasure when I had enough air in my lungs, gasping when I didn’t.

“Squeeze down on me,” he begged, and I did my best, clamping my muscles together. “Oh, gods yes, Videl,” he shouted.

I felt myself cum around him; I couldn’t stop it, as I yelled my delight.

He wasn’t far behind, as I felt him jerk once sharply, and heard what was suspiciously like a choked sob from behind me.

And then the front door opened, and Vegeta walked in uninvited.


TBC