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::Chapter 9::

Gohan and Videl

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Gohan could only blink down stupidly into the mischievous blue eyes of his
pretty wife.
"Videl?" he belted out, voice uneven and very confused. She heaved
an exasperated sigh then, losing her patience with him. This happened a lot.
He'd gotten used to it over the years. Videl heaved herself out of his lap and
plopped back onto the desk in front of him instead, feet pressing into the
chair at either side of his legs She leaned over, elbows propped onto her knees
to fix him with an annoyed glare.
"What's the matter with you Gohan?" she questioned, annoyed.
"Why're you trying to fight what's happening to you so hard?"
Gohan lowered his gaze away from hers uncomfortably, easing back in his
chair with a heavy sigh. When he didn't answer right away Videl nudged his leg
hard with her foot, persistent as she always was.
"Hey, speak up." Gohan scowled.
"I just don't feel like turning into an animal, all right?" he
snapped. "I'd like to keep my senses about me instead of reverting into a
mindless, sex-crazed beast. Is that so wrong?"
"Gohan, you can't help who you are," Videl answered, her gaze
steady and her intent quite serious despite her playful mood. "Your father
is an ALIEN," she stressed, then smirked when he snorted, unable to keep
from laughing at that. "Blunt but true, I'm afraid. Half of you isn't
human, you've got to stop running away from that fact and just accept it. I
mean, come on. You're supposed to be enjoying yourself here."
Gohan's features settled back into a moody glare at that.
"Well I'm not."
Videl's throat tightened, and her chest started to ache for some reason.
"I guess . . . I guess it must be me then."
Gohan straightened again, eyes slightly widened with confusion. Videl had
picked up the mangled brass paper-weight and was fiddling with it now, her eyes
lowered and locked onto her antics. "Bulma said that Kale said no Saiyan
under the age of seventy could resist the Blue Moon. I . . . I-I guess that
just means that I don't do it for you anymore, huh?"
Videl glanced up at him with a smirk, which clashed oddly with the watery
moisture gathering hard in the depths of her dark blue eyes. She tried for a
chuckle at his still shocked and confused features but failed, tossing the
paper-weight back onto the desk with a sigh instead. Videl sniffed at the
wetness in her nose, raking a hand across her eyes before continuing, her voice
notably strained.
"I mean, I KNOW I'm not exactly the most feminine chick out there,
Gohan, you don't have to tell me that." She motioned to her chest as she
continued, then the rest of her. "I mean, my boobs are too small, my
thighs are huge, my butt's flat, my hips are oblong. So I'm sorry if I don't .
. . " she motioned helplessly, searching for a word, "AROUSE you
anymore," Videl finally finished miserably.
And then it was all she could do to squeak slightly in surprise and fear
when a seemingly furious Gohan shot up out of his chair, grabbed her by the
upper arms and then shoved her back onto his huge redwood desk. He leaned over
her then, his face angled down to her and forcing her legs to spread wide apart
to admit him. This, by no accident, brought them into quite intimate contact
again and showed just how very MUCH Gohan was aroused at the moment. Videl,
despite this thrilling detail, gave him a glare.
"Just what is that you think you're doing Go----,"
Gohan didn't let her finish, slanting his head slightly and smothering her
moving lips with his own. He kissed her silly, his adorable, somewhat dense
wife; his tongue tangling into her mouth with a practiced ease. Videl gave him
a somewhat startled moan, her frame tensed up with shock. Gohan kept right on
kissing her, relentless, until he felt her body loosen under his. Then he
raised up again, giving her a devious smirk.
"Enjoying myself," he replied to what she'd been trying to ask
earlier.
He reined in the beast that was crying out to bury himself within her right
then and there, needing to get a few things straightened out first. THEN he'd
bury himself in her, and show his adorably obtuse mate just what AROUSAL really
meant. Gohan sighed slightly, brushing one hand back through her soft black
hair.
"Videl, I didn't want to participate in this Blue Moon festival because
I didn't want to scare you," he announced. "You've never really had
to deal with the Saiyan side of me before, which can get a bit rough and a bit
scary, just ask Piccolo. When I was a kid I nearly killed him once. I didn't
want that happening again." He gave her slightly widened eyes a good, slightly
exasperated scowl. "It was NOT however because I don't find you desirable
anymore. How could you even think that? Do you have ANY idea what just SMELLING
you can do to me sometimes?"
"You're such a dork Gohan," Videl announced at that, though the
pretty grin she flashed him and the soft look in her large eyes had the
statement sounding more of an endearment than an insult. "Bulma says that
Saiyans can't hurt their Bond Mates," she informed him, "even when
they've gone completely nuts like Trunks did that day. So you couldn't hurt me
even if you wanted to."
Her slender fingers suddenly slipped from where they'd braced against his
shoulders and she slid the flat of her palms down his wide chest, feeling the
cords of muscle that the thin white, button-up material tried to hide from her.
"So why don't you quit trying to play at being a tragic Knight in
Shining Armor and get on with it, huh?"
Gohan gave Videl's teasing smirk a returning grin.
"Oh, you want me to get on with it huh?" he questioned.
One of his large hands suddenly slipped up the length of Videl's right leg,
shoving her robe aside and hiking up her nightgown, coming to rest dangerously
high on her bare thigh and gently squeezing it's pleasant roundness.
"That quick enough for ya?"
"Oh, please," she snorted playfully, rolling her eyes. "I've
been more turned on by watching Piccolo meditate."
Gohan's jaw dropped, stunned, then when he figured out she was only kidding
(mostly because she started to giggle) he half-growled, half chuckled.
"Oh, you're askin' for it, baby."
"No, I'm demanding it," she snapped playfully. "My dead
grandmother can take a hint better than you can."
Gohan frowned. 'All right, that's it, Videl. You wanted the beast, you got
it.'
He reached out, grabbed the neck of her robe and nightgown and then gave it
a sharp tug. Videl gasped at the loud ripping sounds that assaulted her ears as
Gohan literally tore her clothes in half and then snatched them away. She
stared up at him, shell-shocked, while he smugly reached up and grabbed a
fist-full of his own shirt and then tore it free as well, the material
shredding like paper.
"Gohan!" she snapped, sitting up. "You just ripped up my
favorite robe! And that shirt cost me thirty zenny!"
"You wanted Saiyan arousal," he growled back, planting a fist on
either side of her now naked hips and leaning down until he began to crowd her
back, tail whipping around behind him. Somehow he enjoyed the faint spark of
apprehension that flashed in her blue eyes. "Now you got it."
Gohan began to kiss her again, of which Videl didn't mind at all. She forgot
all about ruined clothing, her arms slipping eagerly around his now bare
shoulders. The half-breed reached back with one foot, masterfully catching his
chair with his ankle and pulling it back forward while never breaking contact
with his wife. He then sat back down in his plush office chair, his large arms
slipping around Videl and scooting her to the very edge of the desk, forcing
her legs to part around him with a wide and slightly wicked grin, as he
prepared to enjoy the delectable feast before him.
"Gohan?" Videl questioned him, her voice slightly warbling with
uncertainty and lust as her husband started toward his first destination, her
breasts.
"So you've got tiny breasts, huh?" he growled against her skin,
causing Videl to shiver.
Gohan planted a hot kiss to her collar bone, then another slightly down, and
again, in the center of her chest. Videl swallowed thickly, her fingers curling
into his shaggy black hair as he continued to kiss her, all over. Then he
suddenly ran the tip of his tongue, up from her belly through the valley of her
breasts, all the way up, forcing Videl to tilt her head back until he finally
pulled away at the tip of her chin. Then he suddenly took her mouth again in yet
another deep, soul-drugging kiss. Videl thought she was going to die of shock .
. . or passion, one. Gohan had NEVER done anything like this before . . . and
he hadn't even started yet.
He kissed his way back down again, then purposefully over to her left
breast, his intentions impure at best. Videl just moaned as Gohan started to
bite, nibble and lick at her swollen flesh, her head dropping back a little,
her neck muscles suddenly unable or unwilling to support the weight of it any
longer. After several agonizing moments of this, he finally lifted away. But it
wasn't to stop torturing her, oh no, it was only to make his way to the other
breast to treat it to the same attention.
Gohan Son. . . always the fair and evenhanded sort of guy.
After several more moments of trying to devour her whole, it seemed, Gohan
finally straightened away, though not without one last kiss to her chest. Then
he sighed.
"Well, they seemed just fine to me," he continued seductively,
gazing up at Videl with dark eyes that had just begun to heat up, "but we
never can tell, can we. Guess we'd better check the rest of you too, just in
case."
Videl couldn't find the strength to gainsay him, nor the wits, as he made
her lay back onto the desk again, kissing his way down her flat belly. The cool
wood at her back contrasted sharply with the hot pair of lips that continued to
torture her front without mercy. Now she was staring up at the ceiling, and
couldn't actually see what he was up to, she could only feel.
The anticipation and the not knowing somehow made the experience all that
much more intense. She felt him run his hands down the outsides of her legs,
from hip to ankle, then he carefully lifted one up and hooked it over his
shoulder. Videl jerked slightly, gasping when Gohan suddenly kissed the tender
inside of one knee. He continued ever downward, lazily trailing kisses down the
inside of one thigh, hand caressing the leg over his shoulder all the while.
Videl's eyes squinted, and she bit her lip in utter expectation as he finally
neared her, breath fanning torturously against her aching flesh. "Legs are
fine," he abruptly informed her in a teasing, business-like tone of voice.
"Gohan!" she whimpered, trying to get him to get on with it, fits
clenching into needy little balls. She hadn't wanted him to touch her so badly
since their very first time, nearly twenty some-odd years ago.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" he questioned playfully, purposefully
making his voice more breathy, torturing her further. "I'm a bit busy at
the moment, Videl, maybe you could get back to me later."
"Go---han I swear to . . . DENDE if you don't get on with it I'm going
to . . . rip your HEAD off!" Videl growled angrily in between eager little
pants.
He apparently didn't care about her threats, only nuzzling her at first, the
fingers of one hand brushing lazily through her dark curls. Slowly, gradually,
Gohan allowed his lips to graze across her outer folds, fingers tracing with
tantalizing intent, bringing his wife to the brink of frustrated insanity.
"Gohan, PLEASE!" Videl finally begged, sounding near-tears, past
the point of caring about her pride.
"Please what?" he questioned innocently, even as his hand finally
delved down, the ball his thumb finding and rubbing gently at the slicked and
swollen little nub of flesh that tortured his little wife so badly. Her back
arced a little off the desk, and Videl let out a long, reedy moan. "Is
that what you wanted, baby?" Gohan continued. "Or how about
this?" He suddenly replaced his thumb with his teeth and tongue, his hand
slipping further down to allow his two thickest fingers to bury deep into her
wet passage to the knuckle. Videl's only response was to arc higher, releasing
a faint hiss of pleasure.
Gohan's fingers continued to stroke inside her, his teeth and tongue doing
wonderful, horrible things in between. Such attention quickly brought Videl to
the release she'd been wanting so desperately. She cried out as her body
eventually tensed, spiraling head first over that beloved precipice. Gohan continued
to lap at her as Videl came, reaping the rewards of his endeavors, a faint
growling noise rumbling out of his chest. It took a moment to pierce through
the fog of pleasure hazing Videl's mind for her to realize that he was actually
purring, like a cat or something.
Videl somehow lifted herself back up when she'd recovered enough to do so,
arms propped behind her and only shaking a little to try and support her
weight. "Enjoying yourself down there, are you?" she managed to gasp,
swallowing hard. He finally raised up to look at her at that, and licked at his
lips in a VERY provocative manner, causing her to visibly shudder.
"Oh yeah," was his only response, before standing back up finally.
Gohan kissed her again briefly, then shifted to her neck, sucking hard on her
scarred bite mark while his hands trailed down her back. Videl wondered briefly
how he was going to get his pants off if he was too busy playing with her butt,
then she blinked in astonishment as she watched his tail suddenly curl up and
begin tugging his belt loose.
"Now that's handy," she commented, surprised, and felt him grin
against her skin.
"Yeah you'll find I'm just FULL of surprises." She snorted in
response.
Gohan's tail busily released it's owner from his last vestiges of clothing
while Gohan himself continued to taste his wife and vice-versa, Videl kissing
and nipping eagerly at the flesh of his broad neck and muscled chest. Finally,
several minutes later, Gohan stepped free of his tan slacks and then grabbed
her up. Videl threw her head back again as he finally slid into her, stretching
her wide and easing the empty feeling inside of her. They always seemed to fit
so well together, as if she'd been made especially for him, and he for her.
Gohan wasted little time, having barely held himself in check for this long.
His pace was quick and hard, but Videl didn't seem to mind it, especially not
after he'd teased and tortured her for so long. She merely egged him on,
faster, harder, her hips rising up to meet and match him. It didn't take very
long at all for Gohan to finally loose it, throwing his head back, yet
continuing to thrust even as he came, almost desperately. This shoved Videl
over that same peak once again, her cry muffled into Gohan's faintly
sweat-misted chest.
After a moment they'd stilled once more, the only sounds in the room being
their own ragged breathing. Gohan recovered first with a heavy sigh.
"I'll never be able to work at this desk again," he moaned, which
made Videl convulse with laughter. He grinned, then abruptly swept her up into
his arms and started out of the study, on the way to their bedroom. Videl clung
to his neck, eyes wide.
"More?" was all she could squeak, winning her a broad grin.
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Saiyan Instinct

::Chapter 9::

Gohan and Videl