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: Another thank you goes to Pixelgoddess for continuing to beta’ing this for me. Thank you Pixelgoddess. (I won’t tell if you don’t. *winks*)


Rating – R

Warnings – WAFF, M/F lemon. (Although, not at the same time.)


Chapter 6 - Repercussion

We talked through the night. Some of the things we said weren’t easy for either of us to get out in the open, but the more we said, the easier it became to say the next thing when the other person didn’t immediately get defensive or angry. Bulma had been correct; neutral ground was exactly the type of place we needed to talk.

I did end up on the couch, leaning into Gohan’s side, his arm wrapped over my shoulders. The coffee pot had been turned off hours ago. “I think we had better go,” my husband finally said. The sun had started coming up. I nodded, extremely tired, and wondering how I was going to make it home.

After what I thought was only a moment, but apparently, from Gohan’s chuckle, it was a lot more, my husband squeezed my shoulders. “Do you have your cell phone?” he asked me.

I sat up and nodded, rubbing my eyes to get them to focus. I dug into my pockets and pulled out the capsule I kept my purse in since it was easier to fly without it hanging from my arm. I popped it open on the coffee table, searching for my phone, and handing it over as soon as I found it before leaning back on the couch again.

My eyes closed barely aware of Gohan calling his work and saying he would be absent, before calling the school to make sure Pan’s homework would be collected if she didn’t show up for school for a couple of days. ‘Family emergency’ was the excuse my husband gave both schools.

He placed the phone back into my purse. “Are you hungry?” he asked.

“No, too tired,” I replied.

“Oh…”

“Are you hungry?” I asked, sure I knew the answer. He was half Saiyan, after all.

“Yeah…I came straight here after mom told me where you were.” It finally dawned on me he was still in his training gi from yesterday’s spar with his brother. “Mind buying a bum breakfast?” he asked me with a self-depreciating smile on his face.

“Mind if I sleep while the bum eats?” I asked him, smiling back.

He chuckled, “Sure. I’ll nudge you when it’s time to pay the bill.”

I snorted, and leaned forward, preparing to get up. I groaned as my stiff legs were stretched out. “Mind carrying me?” I asked, simply because I could.

“Man and wife or sack-o-potatoes style?” he grinned at me.

“I really don’t care,” I told him, “as long as I don’t have to walk, yet.”

“Grab your purse,” he warned me. I did just before he picked me up ‘man and wife’ style, as he had put it.

We both snickered as we realized how awkward it would be to navigate when we got to the first door. After some fumbling, he bent down enough for me to twist the knob. He walked me through careful not to hit my head on the door jam before turning around so I could close it. “I can make it through the next one,” I laughed, twisting a bit to get loose as we both looked at the second door.

“Why? This is fun,” he said, shifting so he held me more securely, not letting me down.

“It’s ridiculous,” I giggled, snuggling into his arms.

“So?” he said, bending again so we could repeat the process.

We startled several early risers as Gohan walked me down the hallways to get to the elevator. He would just grin and nod as we passed people. I covered my eyes in embarrassment, but couldn’t help the tired giggles that were escaping. “Going down?” he asked huskily once we reached the elevator.

I flushed and shivered with excitement at the sound of his voice, reaching out to press the call button to hide my reaction. “People are staring,” I whispered at him.

“They’re just jealous,” he whispered back as the elevator rang its arrival. He stepped through as the doors opened, and levered me so I could reach the buttons.

“Gohan, I think I can stand,” I told him once the doors had closed.

“Mmmmm,” he said, a strange light in his eyes, before he bent his head down and brought me up, and kissed me quiet. His enthusiasm was contagious, and before I knew it, I had my arms wrapped around his neck, and my tongue in his mouth as the elevator dinged its arrival.

There were several cleared throats before Gohan finally broke away from the kiss. I blushed as I saw we had an audience of about a dozen people. “Good morning!” my husband said cheerfully before stepping out. Leave it to a Son to not give a damn about looking proper.

Several people snickered, and a bold one said, “Apparently!” and I responded with an embarrassed groan.

My husband nodded at the lobby guard as we walked by, and the man tipped his hat in acknowledgement.

Gohan used my feet to nudge the revolving door around until we were out on the sidewalk. “Okay, put me down,” I whispered seriously as a couple of joggers ran by, heads swiveling to look at the spectacle we were creating. One of them ran into a newspaper dispenser, glared at it for a moment, and then limped back into his jogging pace.

Gohan snickered, “Okay, if only for the safety of others,” as he set me down on my feet.

I leaned into his side, and let him take the lead, my eyes half closed, as we walked. “Any idea where to find a breakfast place in this town?” he asked me as we stopped at the second crosswalk light.

“Mmm, no. I thought you were part sayian. Just follow your nose,” I said teased absentmindedly.

“Too many car fumes,” he commented.

“Oh…”

“I know where there aren’t though,” was the only warning I got before I was picked back up, and felt him leap…or fly. I stifled a squeak as he took us to the top of a second story building.

“You are a goof,” I stated plainly as I watched him close his eyes and breathe in.

“Yeah, but it worked,” he said, taking off at a run along the rooftops.

“People are going to talk,” I shouted at him, not certain if he would hear a normal conversational tone above the wind whipping past our ears.

“This is West City. Strange things happen all the time,” he said, finally stopping. “Or they’ll just be laughed at by their friends,” he grinned as he set me down.

“So, where’s the food?” I asked.

“I think we are standing on it,” he said, looking at the sidewalk below. Despite his bravado, we both realized there were too many people down there to just jump down from the roof.

“What now?” I asked.

“Alley?” he asked back. I shrugged, and we walked to the back of the building. After a quick glance to make sure everything was clear, he picked me back up and jumped to asphalt below.

“I could have made that jump,” I commented.

Gohan hugged me to his side. “Yeah, I couldn’t resist though,” he used the grip he had on my shoulders to steered me around the corner onto the sidewalk. “Yep,” was all he said as we came around the front of the building and he opened the front door for me.

“How many?” a host asked.

“Just two,” Gohan replied, and we followed the young man to a booth.

“Your server will be here shortly,” he said as he placed menus on the table in front of us.

Gohan nodded, and I leaned my head back against the padding, closing my eyes.

Moments later a bubble gum chewing bimbo (at least, that was the impression she gave me) came to our table. “What’ll you have?” she asked rather rudely.

I listened as Gohan started rattling off what he wanted, and tried not to laugh as the poor waitress tried to keep up. “Anything for you, Videl?” he asked me.

“Water, orange juice, and a side of wheat toast. Real butter,” I said without opening my eyes.

“Coffee?” the waitress asked us.

I groaned and shook my head as Gohan chuckled and said, “No thanks. Water and orange juice for me also, please.”

The waitress left with our orders. Time slipped by. I would crack my eyes open every now and then to catch Gohan staring at me. I would grin at him, and he would grin back. The waitress finally brought the water and orange juice. I sat up long enough to grab the glass of water and gulp it down.

“I was thinking…” Gohan started as I put the glass back on the table.

“Hm?” I said, leaning back into the booth, but not closing my eyes, to let him know he still had my attention.

“I don’t want to go home, not yet,” he said. Before I could get the wrong ideas about his statement, he continued, “How about we find a room somewhere and stay in town for a few hours, maybe overnight?”

I couldn’t help the grateful grin that graced my face, “That sounds wonderful.”

“Hope you don’t mind, but I thought I would bring the orders out while they are still hot, rather than all at once,” our waitress announced as she slid my toast in front of me, and a plate of pancakes and eggs in front of Gohan.

“That’s great,” Gohan stated, picking up his utensils to start eating. He dug in before she had even turned around.

I snickered as she stared at my oblivious husband and picked up a piece of my toast to nibble at. I grimaced and set it back down. I really wasn’t hungry, my body having been thrown off by the all-nighter in Bulma’s office. I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of the fork and knife against the plate as Gohan continued to eat. The last coherent thought I had for a few moments was to wonder about the subject Gohan had brought up; the one about his sexual orientation.

True to his word he nudged my leg with a foot when he was done. I sat up groggily and dug for my debit card before sliding out of the booth. He hugged me to him as we waited for the host to come back in order to pay the bill, and although the attention was nice, it seemed a little over done.

It took a little while for the poor man to ring up the lengthy order. I smiled as I handed over the card. “Do you happen to know where an out-of-town couple can find a clean room to stay?” Gohan asked conversationally as I finished paying, adding a generous amount for the tip.

“Hmmmm,” the man said, looking out the windows. “I think there is a place a couple of blocks north of here,” the young man said, pointing in the direction he meant.

“Thanks,” Gohan said as I put my wallet back into my purse.

We headed the way the man had pointed out. Sure enough, there was a small hotel that looked presentable from the outside at least. We walked into the lobby and made quick arrangements for a ground floor room for a day and night, paid and received the door key.

I fell face first into the mattress after a quick glance to make sure the room looked clean. “I need to take a shower,” I heard my husband say.

I groaned and rolled over. I couldn’t help but cave into the pitiful, hopeful look he was giving me, though. I sat up and pulled my shoes off, then followed him into the small bathroom.

He had already started the water, and was sitting on the toilet as he took his shoes off. I started undressing, my tired arms getting my head stuck in the neck hole of my t-shirt briefly. I had just gotten it off when Gohan stepped up to me, already undressed. He ran gentle fingers down my shoulders, sliding my bra straps off, tracing the lines the garment had left on my skin back until he reached the back strap, and then unclasped it. I let the garment slide down my arms to the floor.

He slid the curtain to the shower back and lifted me to the edge of the tub. I giggled; this actually made me taller than he was. I bent my head down and kissed him as he hugged my stomach to his chest.

He kept one arm behind my back for support as he brought the other one around and groped my breast. I gripped at the curtain rod as he started sucking my nipple. At first, it was the same timid sort of suction he always used. It gradually turned into a possessive sort of mauling I wasn’t prepared for. I hissed as it came close to my pain threshold before he backed off, and went after the other one with the same forceful hunger.

I used my free hand to unbutton my pants, although there was no way I was going to be able to get them down with the way he was holding me. He kissed the space between my breasts as he brought his other hand from around my back to unzip my pants and pull them down. He growled at the fact I wasn’t wearing any underwear, and I wondered if it was more possession peeking through, or in anger. It made me slightly wary that I could not tell. The curtain rod shifted as I used it more than I should to keep my balance; I would have to pay more attention to that.

He pressed a hand under one of my arms as he tugged at the pant leg that held my foot trapped, and I stepped out of it, thankful for the assistance. The other one was quick to follow.

I squeaked in surprise as he bent at an odd angle, his tongue flicking out quickly to taste me. I panted as he continued the strange action a couple of more times before his mouth nuzzled into me, latching on with almost the same amount of suction he had been using on my breasts and he started growling before I felt his tongue swirling around. I yelped as I lost my balance, gripping the rod tighter, my other hand finding the back of the shower for a very precarious position.

Both of his hands came up to grip my hips, one running under a leg, hooking my hamstring over his forearm. He leaned a knee into the shower’s ledge. I couldn’t help but rock into the vibrations his possessive growling caused; it was better than any vibrator I had ever owned.

I lost my concentration on other things, and suddenly I was falling back as the rod finally pulled away from the wall. I squealed, but my husband was able to catch me before I fell more than a couple of inches. I dropped the rod behind his back as he stood up, carrying me, and stepped into the shower fully.

He pressed my back into a wall before he let my one leg down. He looked at me directly as he wedged his hips between my spread legs and said one word “Mine.” I inhaled quickly at the feral look before I nodded my head vigorously. I realized then I was seeing a side of him he hadn’t been shown before.

It scared me - and turned me on immensely, I realized, as he slid into me with little hindrance. He pressed my body up against the wall with his torso and brought both hands back down to my hips as he started rocking into me forcefully, as though he had some sort of point to prove, or claim to reaffirm.

I panted and clawed at the wall and his back, moans growing higher pitched the longer he fucked me. One of his hands came up to cover my mouth as the other slung around my lower back to keep me up. He pressed his forehead into the shower wall next to my ear. “Ssssssh,” he hissed at me, and I tried my best to quiet the noises being forced from my throat.

His hand slid from my mouth as I quieted and down to my breast, pinching the nipple roughly; I couldn’t help but squeak at that. “Say my name,” he hissed at me, pulling on my nipple as I hesitated, “Say it!”

“Go-ha-ah-n,” I said timidly, my back sliding up and down the wall with the help of condensation from the shower’s steam. I had my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life.

His head twisted towards my neck, “That’s fucking right,” he panted before he started kissing and sucking at my neck, his pace slowing a bit. My head was pressed back into the wall as he brought his lips to my throat, and then around the other side. He growled as I started getting vocal again. “Who-am-I?” he asked as he thrust up hard inside me with each word, and then stopped.

“Go-HAN!” I squealed as he reached a hand into my hair, his grip so tight it brought tears to my eyes. He silenced me by crushing his lips to mine, biting at my tongue when I tried to press into his mouth, while grinding slowly inside me. I settled for letting him dominate mine.

I pounded at his back with a fist when I couldn’t get enough air into my lungs. He stilled again, pulling his mouth away from mine before resting his head on my shoulder. The water was getting cold, sprinkling my leg with its tepid drops. I lay there panting with my back braced against the wall. Finally, he started moving again. “I can’t stand the thought of you whoring around behind my back. It makes me so fucking jealous,” he growled.

“Gohan…” I whined. Those certainly weren’t the sultry words I wanted to hear while having passionate sex. The fact it took jealousy for him to be so passionate about sex made me sad.

“I need you, Videl. Do you realize how much?” his shoulders shook after he asked. Was he crying?

I brought my hands up from his shoulders and trapped his head between them. I drew him back up to face me. No, he wasn’t crying, but his scrunched eyes and quivering lips hinted he wasn’t far from it. “Gohan…Look at me,” I waited, until he finally opened his eyes. “I love you,” I didn’t know what else I could tell him, or if those words would still hold meaning coming from me any more.

“You and my father…” it was so weird for him to be talking about Goku and I while he was still inside of me.

“…Were being selfish. Extremely selfish. I never want to hurt you like that again,” I said with as much conviction in my voice as I could muster, “Ever.” He sniffed and nodded, not looking at me, and I wondered if anything I had said had even gotten through to him. I made to kiss him, and he twisted his head to the side. A sure sign my words had not been enough. My lips pressed against his ear instead. “I am yours, Gohan,” I hissed quietly at him.

“Mine,” he echoed, tensing.

“I strayed,” I admitted, and he growled in response, pressing his lips against my shoulder.

His nose tickled my neck as he breathed in. “You are mine,” he elaborated.

I nipped at his ear in encouragement, “Prove it.” I hoped I wasn’t asking for more than I could handle, sucking in a breath as he bit into my shoulder, realizing he had broken skin. He slid my body along the shower wall, away from the showerhead until the corner supported my shoulders. I reached my hands up to grab tenuously at the lip of the shower tiles as he pulled my hips away from the wall. I hooked my legs around his waist, trying to stay up before it finally dawned on me to use ki to help support my weight.

He arched into me in a surprised reaction. He finally made eye contact and smirked with red decorating his lips. I worried that he thought my increase in ki was some sort of challenge. Instead, he took his hands away from my torso, and placed them on the wall, just outside of my outstretched arms, causing me to have to use more ki to keep from falling.

He started moving, watching me as he jerked into me. Something about his actions warned me that I shouldn’t look away. And then, his pace evened out to a rocking motion instead. I hissed in pleasure as I let my eyes slip halfway closed.

He licked his lips, inadvertently clearing away my blood. He bit his lip and dropped one of his hands away from the wall. I felt him press a fingertip to my wound gently. I realized it was actually his thumb as he brought it up to his mouth and sucked at the end of it. I hadn’t known exactly how deeply he had bit me until I saw how much red coated his thumb at just that quick touch before he sucked it off. I didn’t know how to react to his enchantment with my life essence. If he were fully human then I would be extremely concerned by his actions, but he wasn’t, so I didn’t know if this was to be considered normal.

He took his hand away from his mouth and reached down to squeeze one of my breasts, the palm of his big hand hot against my wet, cool flesh. I shuddered at the possessive touch, and moaned. He slid his hand up between my breasts and back to the injury he had caused me. I felt him probing at it again, hissing at the slight pain. He drew his hand away, back between my breasts and over my tummy until he was pressing one of his fingers against my clit, and rubbing me closer to ecstasy. He used several fingers to pet at me before going back to one finger barely touching me.

I groaned at the loss of the heavy contact until he started pounding into me causing my body to rock, and the placement of his finger to rub back and forth tantalizingly over my clit. I started panting and calling out; hoping my wailing would be allowed this time.

His other hand dropped from the wall and gripped at my hip as he hissed, able to use that much more force to pound into me. “Hell yeah, am I fucking you good?”

I groaned at his nasty words, delightfully shocked by them. “Yeah…you…own it,” I choked out in response.

“Show me. Cum all over my cock…baby.” That wasn’t going to be a difficult task to perform. I finally closed my eyes, letting the sensations fully engulf me.

My back arched, pulling my head away from the wall. The skin of my throat stretched as I screamed, “Gohan!” I felt my body thrashing as he continued to flow in and out of me, both hands now on my hips, riding my spasms to a growling completion.

My hands slipped as my ki depleted to the point I could no longer sustain myself. Gohan pulled me to him, and I wrapped my tired arms and cramped hands around his neck, pressing my face into his shoulder. I was too tired to think, a relaxing stillness I hadn’t ever experienced after sex settling over my mind.

Sometime later I felt Gohan moving, but I was too lazy to open my eyes to see what he was doing. I heard the water turn off, and the sound of the shower curtain underfoot before I felt a towel wrapped around my back. I snuggled closer to him. I heard him chuckle before I felt the sway of him walking.

Sound changed as we entered the larger room. I felt him lean forward, and whined as I felt him letting me go. Gohan chuckled again, apparently willing to comply with my badly expressed desire to stay with him. I felt him lay down, our weight causing the mattress to bounce a bit. I shifted a bit to get more comfortable lying on his chest before I fell asleep.