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 money from this work of fan fiction.


Rating- NC-17
Warnings: Het, M/F, lemon, toys, anal, language.
Pairings- Gh/Vi

A/N: My apologies that this is unbeta’ed. I also apologize for the extremely offensive review left, but it is a polocy of mine not to erase reviews. I have had a couple that were deleted when AFF was having server problems, but there is/was nothing I can do about that. *pouts*

Anticipation chapter 7- Experimentation


I woke to the sound of paper moving and rubbed my eyes, blinking at the strange room for a moment before I remembered where I…we were. Memories and concerns assailed me as I rolled when paper moved again, and I caught sight of my husband going through the phone book.

He noticed my movement and smiled at me, marking his place with a finger. “You doing okay?”

Relief at this small indication of his state of mind made it possible for me to smile back, “I really don’t know yet,” I said, stretching a bit. I grimaced at the dampness of the towel I was still sleeping with, and pulled it out from under the covers, tossing it in the general direction of the bathroom. “How long have you been awake?”

“Maybe an hour…I haven’t been paying much attention,” he said as he shrugged his shoulders.

“What are you looking for?” I asked, finally sitting up. I groaned from the stiffness my body was telling me about, and criticized myself for how long it had been since I had actually exercised.

My husband looked back down at the yellow page he was pointing at and blushed. Just a tint of red along his cheeks, but we’d been together for long enough, I was able to catch it. “I…” he started and then stopped.

“Am I going to have to get up and come see for myself?” I teased.

“No…just,” he sighed, running his free hand through his hair. “I was thinking we could go to a toyshop while we were in the city,” he spoke quickly.

I was kind of confused by his behavior when talking about a toyshop, “I guess Christmas is getting closer. Wouldn’t hurt to do a little early gift sh…” I stopped as his blush deepened.

“N-not that kind of toyshop,” he mumbled.

“Ooooh…” and now I could feel my cheeks turning red, “An adult store?” I almost whispered, and my husband nodded sheepishly in response.

We were both silent for a long time…I didn’t really know what to say. I’d never been in one before. The possibility had never been a thought; I had never needed toys…I had always had the real deal, “I-I don’t think I really need anything…”

Gohan sighed, looking back down at the page, “You remember when I said that I thought I might be bi?”

“I thought you said you were bi,” I replied. I bit my lip as Gohan looked up at me quickly, and then away.

“Yeah…I mean, I know I am attracted to guys, but…” he trailed off.

I waited, knowing this was a sensitive subject for both of us. What if he decided he was more into men than he was women? Would I be left in the wings? What if he decided he did want a divorce because of this?

“I-I guess I want to experiment before I just jump into it…that is…if you don’t mind me being with men,” the last part was said quietly, like the thought his having extramarital participation with a man was maybe something I would object to.

I tried really hard not to giggle, and succeeded, but I could feel the smirk creeping over my features, “Oh, honey, if you only knew how very interested I am in seeing you with another man.”

The shock in Gohan’s eyes was enough to tell me this was the last thing he expected to hear from me, “Really?”

I laughed, “I wouldn’t lie to you about something like this…” I stopped as he growled, his gaze shifting just the tiniest bit to my shoulder. I reached up, and gasped at the wound I felt there, pain lancing down my shoulder at my own touch. I tried to turn my head to see it, but it was impossible at this angle.

I threw the covers back and went to the bathroom quickly, gapping at what I saw in the mirror. The bite was red, angry looking and had barely scabbed over while I had slept. I was a little pissed at this…this…mark on my shoulder. “Gohan!” I scolded as I came out of the bathroom, tripping over the towel I had thrown on the floor. Now that I was a little more awake, I realized it had quite a bit of spotting on it.

He stood, his chin tucked down, but still managing to catch my angry gaze with his eyes, “I am sorry, Videl. I really am…”

I sighed and stormed back into the bathroom, poking all around the edges of the bite, wincing. I finally let my hands drop as I looked at it, and then at myself, sighing. “Prove it,” I had asked for this, even if I hadn’t known what the consequences would be at the time.

“I am sorry,” Gohan whispered from the doorframe.

I turned to face him, reaching up slowly to touch his cheek, “Were you angry when you did this?” If he had been…we might still have some things to discuss…I might still have some things to worry about…

“No,” he answered honestly, “Kind of…possessive?”

“Instinct?” I asked knowingly. All the sayians showed their instincts on occasion. This was nothing new, but I didn’t want to be afraid of it, and I didn’t want my husband to suppress it; that could cause another set of problems.

He blushed and nodded. I know he feels uncomfortable about his triple heritage…and some of the ways it shows itself. “Don’t be sorry then,” I admonished, “But, before we go to the toy store, we are going to go somewhere where I can get something for this,” I said as I pointed towards my shoulder.

He nodded happily in response, a relieved smile gracing his lips, “Okay,” he said, pulling away from the doorframe, turning towards the main room.

“Gohan,” I said, and he turned back, “I love you.”

I was smothered in a bear hug before I knew what hit me; small excited kisses at my neck had me giggling before I gasped in shock as he licked my wound, “Ouch!”

I felt my husband’s head jerk back in response, “Sorry,” he mumbled against my ear.

I sighed…when we got back to Mt. Pazu I was going to ask Chichi about this… “Just…don’t touch it for a while, please…it really hurts,” I replied.

“We could go to Dende…” he started as he set me back on my feet.

“For something like this? No, that’s a waste of his energy. A little vitamin E oil and time, and everything should be fine,” I said, reaching for his hand.

“Okay,” he answered back.

“So, how about you go look for pharmacies while I get dressed?” I asked him, grabbing my pants off of the bathroom floor. I grimaced a bit, as they were still damp.

“Use your ki,” he smiled at me.

“Huh?” I asked while trying to get the zipper up.

“Your ki, flare it around you,” he repeated, “It will dry your pants…or burn them off,” he joked, smirking at me.

“I can tell you would be so disappointed by that scenario,” I said, focusing my energy. “How do I let it loose without burning them off?” I finally asked.

“It’s like when you surround your body with ki to fly, but you don’t fly,” he answered, walking over to the phone book.

“Burn them off, get a concussion from trying to go through the ceiling or drying my clothes,” I mumbled to myself, as I released some of the energy I had harnessed before focusing on forming a cocoon around me.

“No, not surround…from your skin out,” my husband corrected from the chair he was sitting in.

“Why didn’t you teach me this sooner?” I asked as I envisioned what he was trying to tell me.

“Um…it was something I just knew how to do…so it never occurred to me until now that you might not think about it,” he explained.

I focused the ki I had harnessed to smooth a layer over my skin evenly, “Now, just let it go,” Gohan told me.

I let it go and looked down, “Cool!”

My husband smiled indulgently at me, “I guess so.”

I shrugged as I looked around the bathroom for my discarded bra, and then shirt. The thinner material had already dried out…although the shirt was rumpled.

“Did you find something?” I asked as I gathered my socks and shoes, and sat on the bed to don them.

“Yeah, a couple of places on our way…” he said.

“Are we staying the night here?” I asked, looking up briefly.

He nodded back, “Yeah. I…I think I don’t want to experiment at home,” Gohan said.

“Okay,” I understood what he meant. I finished tying my shoes and stood, looking around for my purse. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” there was just the tiniest bit of eagerness in his voice…it was good to hear.


~o0o~


I used the bathroom at the pharmacy to apply the first bandage; I really couldn’t see going all the way back to the hotel room to do this. I decided I’d peroxide and bandage it better after our…other shopping was done.

I tossed the discarded paper wrappers into the garbage on my way out the door and found Gohan at the front exit, waiting to go with a slight flush to his features. I handed him the plastic bag holding the other items for later as we headed out the door.

It was late afternoon, and parts of downtown we were visiting were actually somewhat deserted. I was thankful for this…I didn’t really enjoy the idea of someone recognizing me, going where we were going.

At the first store, one glance was enough for both Gohan and myself to shake our heads at each other walk by. The windows were all covered over on the inside with opaque black, flashy neon signs in disrepair and the building itself didn’t look very well kept. The stragglers on the sidewalk outside didn’t seem very savory; I just couldn’t make myself go in there, and was happy Gohan was of the same mind.

The second place we walked by looked more decent…for the type of place it was. The few cars in the parking lot were those I would expect middle waged income families to own, with only a couple of sports cars as exceptions. The last place hadn’t even had a parking lot, “This one?” I asked my husband nervously. Once again the windows were blocked on the inside, but this time with frosty white, advertisement about adult videos posted in one or two of them. Ordinances that you ‘must be of 18 years of age’ were posted in every one, and each door had the same message plastered to it.

Gohan squeezed my hand a bit, sighed, ran his other hand through his hair, and finally, “Yeah…looks okay.” He led me off of the sidewalk and between a couple cars in the lot. He smiled at me bravely before reaching for the door handle. I smiled back.

We stepped inside as quickly as possible, letting the door close behind us, and I finally figured out why these shops all had their windows blocked. There were things everywhere. It only made sense…it was that kind of store, but…

We must have both looked lost, “May I help you?” a girl behind display case asked the both of us. That stopped me…a woman? She couldn’t have been more than 21, a piercing in each eyebrow, black liner around her eyes and very pink hair.

How did you answer that sort of question…in a place like this? ‘Yes, we have a list, can you point us in the correct direction so we can get out of here as fast as possible?’ “I think we’d like to browse,” Gohan answered with much more confidence than I knew either of us had.

“Sure thing! Just give me a holler of you need any help,” she said with a genuine smile, and I realized, she was probably very used to people walking in, acting like they knew what they were doing….

Gohan pulled me in one direction so we were no longer standing in the way of the door. “What are we doing!?” I whispered, looking around the store quickly, noting it didn’t seem as busy as the cars outside indicated it should be. I quickly turned my focus back to the wall display as someone looked up from the magazine rack they were perusing.

It took me a moment to register what I was looking at…games. I couldn’t help but snicker; someone had WAY too much time on their hands. There were board games, with similar Warner Brother themes, but very adult content. Card games; strip poker cards with naked ladies or men on them. Dice…I had to peer closer at those to read what was on them, because it wasn’t the usual dots. One die had a picture of lips facing out from the plastic wrapping, and the other had an ear…my hand was reaching for it before I thought better; it seemed so harmless. I picked it up and read the back, giggling, before nudging Gohan and handing it to him. He chuckled a bit, “Do you want it?” he asked.

I nodded, and moved further into the store, Gohan following me discretely. There were party favors…straws with little penises or boobs at the tip someone would be sucking from. I snickered at that…what kind of party did one go to that those would be of use?

Nylons with all sorts of designs on them…those were tempting. Gohan noticed what I was looking at from a spin rack of bumper stickers he was looking at and came over. “Oh…” he said, taking a greater interest. He pulled some that were only white and fishnet design, and I scrunched up my face and shook my head. I laughed as he acted thoroughly put out by this before smiling at me. The next set was sheer black with a seam running up the back.

“Yeah…” the word was out of my mouth before I had even thought about it. He handed me the package to carry. I picked out a red pair with a floral design after his interest had been caught by something else. It wasn’t until I almost caught up to him and reading the back I realized the black pair were…crotch-less? I almost dropped them. Well…I had already said yeah…

The next section had us both turning away quickly. Leather whips, outfits, spikes…silk ropes? I wasn’t even comfortable enough to want to look through and giggle. People actually liked that sort of thing?

The next section was lingerie, but I already had plenty for myself, and we hadn’t come here for me….

The middle of the store was dedicated to videos and magazines, which interested neither of us. So we walked through quickly…almost too quickly for what we found on the other side.

Rack and wall displays full of dildos, vibrators, penis pumps? What the hell… “Oh, good lord…” I squeaked. Apparently, by the amounts, types, sizes, textures – colors! – this was not a passing industry…

I reached for Gohan’s hand, definitely not wanting be separated from him while we were here.

We both scooted around the rack displays, and to the wall ‘o penises. I could feel a blush coming to my features as I realized people probably thought we were here for me. “Which one,” I hissed quietly to my husband.

“I-I don’t know…” he replied slowly as he gazed around.

I squeezed his hand, hoping to convey my discomfort. He squeezed back, indicating he understood…but we were on a mission….suddenly I gaped, and then laughed at one of the models on the wall…there was NO WAY someone would be interested in something that size…you’d kill a person trying! “What about that one?” I asked jokingly.

Gohan looked the direction my focus was trained, blushed, and then started chuckling, which became a laugh as well, “Oh, hell no…I was certainly thinking of something smaller…”

I stuck my tongue out at him, “Okay, how about red?” I asked, pointing.

“Videl!”

“Purple?”

He stuck his tongue back out at me, “If you continue, I will chase you off so I can decide in peace!”

I snickered, my smile staying I place as I began to see the humor in this…I jerked on Gohan’s hand as my eye was caught by something else, “Gohan!” I hissed as I pointed.

“I swear, I’ll never bring you again if you contin…oh,” and he was moving forward.

The wooden display racks were littered with pictures of men kissing each other, naked women hugging close, rainbow patterned objects, beads on strings…

“Can I help you find something?” both my husband and I jerked at the voice from behind us. We turned to find a tall, skinny, blond man addressing us.

“Um…” I hesitated, “We were looking for vibrators or dildos…” oh…my…god, had I just said that?

The young man smiled, “Have you ever owned one?”

I could feel my face flush red, but Gohan answered, “No…”

The gentleman nodded his head, “Follow me…I think I may know what you are looking for…”

And somehow he did. I could actually feel Gohan relax as we both realized this man knew what we were looking for, without having to have said it.

The man smiled kindly as he handed the package to Gohan, “Do you have batteries?”

“No” my husband squeaked.

“Follow me,” and again, we were following him.

Batteries were added to our pile, “Lube?”

“What?” “Huh?” we both asked at the same time.

The sales person shook his head and led the way again; to a section almost as big as the dildo section had been, but this one had oils, lubricants, lotions, creams…dust?

“I’ll let you take your time,” the man said before wandering back to where ever it was he had come from.

Water based, oil based – flavors! – anal, warming…numbing?

Gohan picked up a bottle to read the back of the label, “I think this one,” he said, handing it to me.

I didn’t care what kind so much as the flavor – coconut, yum, “Yeah,” I agreed, “Are we done then?” I asked.

Gohan nodded and we headed for the register. I suddenly halted, “What?” Gohan asked.

I giggled, “Finger paints,” I said, nodding my head in the direction of the display.

Gohan grinned, pick a set out, and we continued to the register.

This was an expensive adventure!


~o0o~


I was as hesitant and insecure as the first time we’d had sex…or more so, “You’re sure?” It felt really odd for me to be the one asking that question.

Gohan shook his head from where he was on the mattress, “No…but there is only one way to find out…”

I bit my lip as I squeezed the bottle. The cool liquid hit my cupped palm – definitely coconut! – I slicked my hand around the vibrator. What to do now?

I grinned as I twisted the switch at the base of the gadget, “Okay…” that sounded odd, but I didn’t want it to come as a shock. Gohan hissed as I pressed the vibrator against him, but I couldn’t tell if it was shock or surprise, “You okay?” a muffled moan gave me my answer, and I ran the device over him, biting my lip in insecurity. He jerked suddenly, and I stopped moving…

“Videl!”

“Sorry,” I apologized before moving the tip of the vibrator around again, pressing against him harder and then relaxing the pressure, hoping I was helping him adjust to the sensation. We’d both agreed before we started that inserting it immediately was probably not the best game plan…were there manuals about such things?

My eyes widened at a needy groan my husband gave as I ran it down from his…yeah…and along his hardening length, “Wow,” he gasped out, and I smirked, licked my lips, and then shook my head at my own perverseness, before moving it back up...

My husband actually bucked back, growling, fingers clutching the bed sheets, “O-okay,” he panted out.

I bit my lip again, “On or off?” I asked anxiously.

Gohan panted, “I-I think off…to start with…” he whined, a strong needy noise, as I twisted the switch to ‘off’ and pressed it to him.

“You’ll let me know when I’ve gone far enough?” I queried; yes, we had talked a bit…but maybe we should have done more?

He nodded, “Yeah,” and then I noticed him biting his lip as I was pressing the vibrator into him, “O-okay…” he indicated I should stop, panting, eyes closed.

Gods…he looked so…vulnerable like this, “Do you want me to pull it out?”

He shook his head ‘no’, biting his lip, “I…more lubricant…”

I looked around for the bottle, stretched to get it, fumblingly uncapped it and poured more of the slick substance straight onto the vibrator. He shivered as the still cool substance contacted his skin, but I could tell it wasn’t going where it needed to be, “Gohan?”

“YE-ah?”

“I’m…going to move it around a little…” waiting for his nod before I twisted it. He shuddered but groaned in a way that left no doubt he was appreciating what was happening. This gave me more confidence, and I twirled it again, as I pressed it a tad deeper, before pulling it back out just as much. “More?” I blushed as he nodded his head emphatically.

I pressed it in slowly, rotating it every once in a while for variation. Suddenly his head lifted, his back arched and he was gasping. I almost ruined it by asking if I had hurt him, greatly concerned by his reaction, but before I could, he rocked back, forcing more of the vibrator in, “Ooooh,” I said quietly as his head finally relaxed back between and then below his shoulders. He groaned quietly as he pulled forward, and I held the device still as he moved back.

After a few more strokes he whispered something I could barely hear, let alone understand, “What?”

“T-turn…i-it onnn,” oh! I could feel my face heat as I twisted the switch, but I got to watch him arch his back again…I was really beginning to like getting that sort of reaction out of him.

Suddenly he pressed back far enough and quickly enough I lost my grip on it, but my concern for that was quickly replaced by surprise as my husband grabbed my hips, rolled onto his back, and moved me until I was straddling him. I gasped as I was slid down his length, which turned to a moan as I was seated fully onto him. I could feel the vibrations…

Gohan didn’t stand a chance…moments later he was once again arching, only this time instead of a gasp he shouted. He squirmed as he relaxed, panting, “Help,” he said in the tiniest voice I had ever heard him use, “It’s still on…”

I was quick to react, groaning a bit as he slid out of me, and then I knelt at his side as he spread his legs apart so I could grab the device and turn it off. He shuddered as I pulled it out, “I’ll conclude this to be a successful experiment,” I said cheerfully, but quietly.

He nodded his head, a smile playing across his lips before he opened his eyes and looked at me, “Don’t think you’re getting off that easy, woman.”

“What?”

He smirked and then groaned as he rolled to the side of the bed and leaned over the edge. I could hear the plastic bag rustling, and then he was back, edible finger paints in hand, “Your turn.”

I grinned.