Embarrassed by the one I love.

"We'll worry about it when the time comes. We can handle it," Piccolo's voice drifted into my head, but I wasn't really paying attention. "We'll speak to King Kai to see if he has any ideas. Goku, would you?"
Goku kissed my forehead, whispered, "Don't do anything stupid, daughter," and he and Piccolo were gone.
Chichi stared at me, worried. "You're really the Demon King's daughter?"
I shrugged. "I didn't know."
"You're not really going to go, are you?"
I didn't say anything.
"Story?" Gohan's voice was soft, worried. "Are you going to go?"
I looked up at him, confused. "No, of course not."
He smiled, but there was a shadow in his eyes. "There's nothing I wouldn't do to protect you, Story."
"What about Pan?"
He flinched, holding Pan closer. "We can take care of this."
"Gohan, don't you realize that this is dangerous?"
"I know it is, Story, but I'm not going to just let them take you."
"I know that, too, but it's--"
"No, no 'buts.' We won't just roll over and let him have you," Trunks said quietly. "You're a part of the family now and we're not giving you up easily."
I'd never been part of a family before and I wasn't about to let my new family be harmed. "Look, everyone, it's been a long night and I am tired. Good night." It had been a long day, and I was tired, but I mostly just wanted to be alone to think. Unfortunately, after I'd changed into my white, lace, silk nighty, Gohan came in with just his boxers on, watching me.
"Are you okay, Story? You've been very quiet."
I nodded. "I'm fine."
He pulled me into his arms. "I'm worried about you. I'm worried that you're going to go have that meeting."
I didn't answer to that.
His arms tightened. "You are, aren't you?"
I shrugged. "I don't know what I'm planning to do." That was truth.
He relaxed slightly. "Well, that's better than nothing." He bent down to press his lips to mine. "God, I'm worried about you."
"I'll be okay."
"Mom's scared, too. She's staying with Bulma tonight."
"Why?"
"Bulma didn't want her to be alone tonight and dad's at King Kai's."
"Oh."
He pulled me in closer, leant down and cradled the back of my head in his palm as he pressed his lips to mine, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth, nipping and sucking all at the same time.
I felt myself relax against him, clinging to him.
He angled his mouth over mine, deepening the kiss and tormenting my tongue with his. With a satisfied look on his face, he pulled back. "You know, I'm glad I met you," he said, voice soft.
I smiled slightly. "I'm glad I met you, too."
His eyes gentled and dropped to my lips and he picked me up higher to sink his needle-sharp teeth into my lip.
I gasped, burying my hands in his thick, black hair, holding him to me.
He lapped at my blood and pulled back enough for me to bite him back, which meant that we were, once again, swallowing each other's blood. His power rose again, forcing mine to rise with them. Our powers fought for a few moments, but then, like before, his power increased and mine had to give in once more. My power wrapped around his again, holding tight, and his power held mine to his. He lifted his head, looking down at me with burning, hooded eyes as that musky scent overtook every other scent in the room. "You know, I think Vegeta was right about me having really good control."
I gave him a confused look, but wasn't up to talking yet.
He smiled. "Every time you and I share blood, do you have any idea just how badly I'm turned on? It's a combination of the blood and you're closeness and kissing you."
I blushed. "Oh."
"But it gets harder and harder every time."
"Why?" God, my voice was soft.
"Because the more I fight it, the stronger the urge becomes."
"Where's Pan?" I asked, trying to change the topic of conversation.
"That's not helping because Pan isn't here."
"Where is she?"
"With mom and Bulma."
"Why?"
His arms tightened around me, pulling me into his body. "I don't really know, actually."
"Where's Kuririn?"
He laughed. "You're really determined to change the subject, aren't?" When I said nothing, he said, "Well, we'll see if you can even talk when I do this." His hand closed over my breast, caressing through the thin, white nightgown.
I gasped, hands tightening around his shoulders.
"What? Nothing to say now? Can I buy a vowel?"
I leant my head against his chest, struggling to breathe evenly.
He released me, going up to play with the strap of the nighty. "Hmm, shoud I?" Before I even knew what he was asking, he was slowly pushing the strap off my shoulder. He went to the other shoulder to push the other strap down. He stepped back just enough to watch me grab the front of the nighty, grinning. "What's wrong?"
I gave him wide eyes. "What are you doing?"
He pulled gently on the front of the nighty, smiling, managing to pull it from my hands. He held it for a moment, smiling at me, then released it.
I grabbed at it, but it was too late. It ended up in a pool at my feet. I resisted the urge to kneel and grab the nighty, but I couldn't meet his eyes and my face was burning. The lacy, sheer bra and matching panties, different from the matching pair before, wasn't enough to hide the scorching feeling of his eyes on my body.
He let out a small chuckle. "God, you're shy, you know that?"
I managed to force myself to look up, but it was a wasted effort because seconds later, I looked away.
He reached out, took my chin into the palm of his hand and forced me to meet his eyes. "Why are you so damnably shy with me?"
I shrugged. "I'm shy with everyone."
He smiled, stepped into me and pulled me into him, pressing my nearly bare chest to his bare one. "I've noticed." He leant down into me, brushing his mouth gently across mine, then drifting lower. He laughed quietly. "Looks like I'll have to be on my knees if I want to do this standing."
"Do what?" I asked as he knelt before me.
His smile gentled and he slowly pushed the bra up to rest on top of my breasts.
I crossed my arms over my chest. "What are you doing?"
He forced my arms away from my chest, bringing his mouth down to one of my breasts, taking the tip of it into his mouth. "You may have three guesses and the first two don't count."
I gasped and my knees were just suddenly weak. "Oh, God."
He smiled around my breast, sucking gently, chuckling.
The vibration of his mouth over me made my legs wobble and I had to put my hands on his shoulders. "This isn't a good idea."
He pulled back. "Doesn't it feel good?"
I blushed.
"I'll take that as a yes." His mouth closed over my nipple again.
My hands tightened around his shoulders. "God."
He bit down, gently, sucking at the same time and if he hadn't caught me with his arm around my waist, I might've fallen. He pulled back, chuckling. "Maybe we should finish this on the bed."
I covered myself, blushing. "Maybe we shouldn't be doing anything."
With a small smirk, he cupped me in his hand, kneading and messaging gently. "Really?"
At that moment, I was lost to him.
And he knew it.