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Dragonball: Unforgotten
Chapter Ninety-three

You looked down at the soapy water as though it would reach up and attack you. It was surprising that the foam hadn’t withered by the way you looked at it. After spending two days aboard the ship, a lot of dishes had piled up. Even though everyone (except Trunks) reused their dishes when they went to reconstitute more food, with the amount of meals that were consumed it added up quickly. And this far none of the boys had even considered the stack. Normally you didn’t mind a bit of a mess but it had gotten beyond even your threshold.

So that’s where you were for a good portion of the time. Thankfully there wasn’t a lot of remnants on the plate. A grain of rice or noodle here and there, but it was remarkable that there wasn’t more. Not that it helped to put you in a better mood as you washed the dishes by hand. Even as you were washing them you had to conserve water. It wasn’t like you could stop to get more. At least not until Namek.

“Have you been here the whole time?”

You glared at the person who dared to ask that question, lips pursed. Gohan held his hands up slightly in the “don’t shoot” position. You let out a deep breath as you tried to let go some of the childish resentment and hostility that had piled up while you cleaned the dishes. As you did that you closed your eyes and counted backwards from 100. At some point you’d lost where you were and started counting forwards again. But oh well. Either way as you counted you hadn’t noticed the blush that spread over Gohan’s face when he took in the sight of you.

The front of your shirt clung to your body as the water from the sink had spread out. And since you really only wore sports bras over full cupped bras for ease of movement and training, he could even see a slight nub if he paid close attention. With the way you’d gotten wet and had been diligently working, you hadn’t bothered to look down to notice. Gohan did though. And the domestic chore aspect of it all looked really good on you.

So as you let go of all that tension, Gohan’s embarrassment piled up. He clenched his fists at his side before deciding that he wanted to do something about it. The teenage half saiyan closed the distance between himself and you quickly. You opened your eyes in surprise as you felt the gist of wind that followed his movements. Before you had time to ask him what he was doing, he had lifted you up onto the counter, tugged down your pants, and pressed two fingers into you.

As Gohan stroked you, you almost lurched backwards in surprise. There was an unpleasant sensation at first from the dry intrusion but that quickly started giving way as Gohan continued to work.

“Gohan!” You grasped out in shock.

Your hands flew to your mouth when you realized that had been a little loud. You didn’t want to draw Trunks’ or Broly’s attention because you’d used any sort of alarming tone. With his free hand, and a bit of bending, Gohan pulled your pants off if you the rest of the way. He never stopped stroking you either.

“You look so pretty,” Gohan said earnestly. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to go to work and leave you at home.”

You blushed at the compliment. Or it could have been the flush of heat from what he was doing. You didn’t even have the sense of mind to protest the traditional roles he was envisioning while he started to push his fingers into you, mocking what he really wanted to do.

“I just...I...Everything is clean,” you expressed your idea, one hand holding you up on the counter as you tried not to squirm while the other one went to hold his wrist.

With his free hand, Gohan undid his belt. He already started to kick off his boots before his pants fell. The moment they did, he kicked them back into a pile with his boots, your pants, and underwear.

“I’ll clean up,” he promised.

Feeling torn, you stared at him with a sort of willing expression. Although what you were trying to get out of him even you didn’t know. Not until he started putting more fingers into you and pushing in with a lot of force. Your body rocked forward and back as you rode his hand from your position on the counter. Your head nestled into his neck, cradled by his shoulder, as your body rocked with him.

Gohan slowly pulled his hand out of you. He gripped your hips as you spread your legs open wide for him. And when he finally slid his aching member into your welcoming head, Gohan hissed. What he’d told his mom was right - being with you, like this, was the best thing his body had ever felt. The only thing that compared at all was a nice hot soaking bath after a long day of training. But even that paled in comparison.

Despite the fact that all he really wanted to do was pound into you, Gohan held back on that. Instead he planted one hand on the counter and the other one kept a hold of your hip. He rocked smoothly against you. Slow but hard and thorough. Your nails dig into the back of his shoulders as you bit down on the protruding tendon of his neck. Gohan groaned and slammed into you quickly at that before resuming his slow pace.

You lurched yourself forward, off of the counter. Though he was surprised, Gohan easily helped to hold your weight as you lifted yourself up. His hands clenched at the back of your thighs as you rose above him. Not that you were there for long. You were slammed back onto his shaft by a combination of his and your own movements. Over and over until you finally convinced him onto his back. At which point you rode him with careless abandon. Gohan arched and slammed his hips into you over and over again as you rocked and lifted above him. Your tail easily kept your shirt over your ass so that nothing could possibly think of getting into the way of the delicious motion.

Gohan finally got a good enough grip on your back and neck to turn you over. The action might have seemed violent and uncalled for as he slammed into you so hard that your head left an indent in the metal base cabinets of the kitchen, but you merely laughed in relief.

Once he’d started trying pounding into you, it didn’t take very long. Both you and Gohan found satisfaction in the fiercity. And it wasn’t until you were trying to catch your breath and coming down from that high that you realized you and Gohan had just fucked with abandoned in a very public room. One that didn’t even have a door. It was actually a miracle that no one walked in.

“Never took you for being that horny wonderboy,” you let out in a soft of breathless laugh.

Gohan smiled despite his blush. He helped you up to your feet before reaching back to get the pile of clothes. His innocent expression even after the act was cute. And you couldn’t help but wonder how he managed to be both a rockstar in the sack and polite about it. You’d have thought discrete if it wasn’t for the fact that he’d just made you orgasm in a public room. The flush on your face wasn’t likely to absorb anytime soon. That was for sure.

“I want to make up for lost time,” he answered, scratching at the back of his head.

You internally grimaced when you went to put your underwear. You decided that putting on pants wasn’t worth it. As long as you kept your tail down low, your shirt-dress was long enough to cover everything. At least long enough to get to the bathroom and wash up again.

“Lost time huh?”

Gohan nodded. “Yep. I shouldn’t have needed Sharpener to make me realize how much I wanted this...how much I wanted you. Even dad seemed to guess that it was the reason I protested so hard against you and him being together when I hadn’t realized that myself. If I had…”

You felt his hand on your stomach. A wave of guilt and longing somehow passeed from him to you. You shivered at the intensity mixed with the look on his eyes.

“She could have been my real daughter instead.”

“Gohan…” you spoke quietly.

You felt his fingers curl into themselves, bunching up the fabric. You were breathless for a moment as you saw a slight look of rage start to build in his eyes.

“I was too slow. A few days faster...a few hours faster maybe…” Gohan said as he clenched his jaw, looking up into your eyes suddenly. “If it wasn’t for being too slow, we probably wouldn’t even be going to New Namek to revive dad. I wouldn’t have to worry about him trying to take you away from me. Or for needing to make up for lost time. But it’s all my fault that I didn’t realize it sooner. That I didn’t react sooner. Just like everything else in my life.”

“Gohan,” this time you said his name more seriously. You gently moved his hand away from your stomach and intertwined your fingers with his. “Listen to me right now Okay? There is no fault. You’re acting like you were too late for something. But have you even stopped to think about the fact that maybe if you’d acted any sooner...I might have said no?”

He looked surprised at that. The thought had really never crossed his mind. Almost everything has settled in so quickly that he’d never considered you saying no if the relationship had happened any sooner. The look of shock on his face told you that.

“Not that you haven’t always been awesome but like...you were sixteen when we met right.”

“Seventeen. I spent a year training with dad in the chamber,” Gohan insisted.

“Okay, seventeen. And my age is so convoluted let’s just not get into that. But basically, when I met you I was still trying to deal with all the changes in my life. I am still trying to deal with a lot of the same stuff. If you’d come on this fast and heavy at the start I probably would have ran. No offense. But yeah. If your timing had been much sooner there’s a good chance that I would have bailed. The fact that it happened after I finally...got today goodbye to Goku...helped. Because I didn’t get that chance the first time. It didn’t feel real…”

It still didn’t feel real. But it was more closure than you’d had before that. Even a sliver had helped. Granted it didn’t feel like he was really, really dead. More like he was on another continent or something despite knowing logically that he was dead. You’d even told him that he wasn’t in a relationship with you anymore because of that fact. Which of course only fueled Goku’s drive to fix that. Vaguely you wondered if he’d have been this passionate about returning if you’d been more submissive, let him believe that the relationship could continue regardless of him being dead. Maybe if you’d just given in like Chichi he wouldn’t be trying to tear the universe apart.

“What if I’d told you right before the tournament?” Gohan asked in a whisper, squeezing your hands.

You smiled slightly. “Maybe. But probably not before the hyperbolic time chamber at least. That’s have been too soon.”

“Yeah,” Gohan said with a reluctant smile. “Maybe if you hadn’t remembered dad like he didn’t remember you though.”

Considering what had happened not too long ago, you felt anxiety creeping up. You squeezed Gohan’s hands as you made sure to keep your time very serious.

“No. Don’t you even dare.”

Gohan frowned and furrowed his brow. “What?”

“You better not be thinking about hijacking a wish to make me forget Goku. Just trust me that won’t help okay?”

“But…”

Oh he so had been considering that. You used let go of his hands and “lightly” tapped on his chest. Gohan caught your hands as you went to do it again.

“It would mean you weren’t so torn,” he tried to convince you of the merits.

“Gohan…don’t. Ever. Pretty much my whole life up to nearly dying had been one big lie. My parents messed with my memories to try to help me too, remember? It was a lie. And I left them because...because...imagine being lied to your whole life? Finding out that everything someone told you was just another manipulation. It’s not good. And look at Goku’s reaction when he realized that he could remember me for eighteen years. It was intense. And he kind of forgave everything. If you messed with my memories...if I ever found out...I’m not that forgiving. I’m not like him. I’d leave and probably never come back.”

“...you wouldn’t ever need to know.”

At his whispered statement you tried to draw away from him. Gohan held you firmly by the hands. You started to struggle. He gripped on tighter. Which only increases you struggles. He let go of your hands just long enough to wrap his arms around you. You could feel the tension in his embrace, the insecurity and fear. You stopped struggling but that didn’t stop your temper. The fact that he even considered tampering with your memories after knowing how much pain it had caused you in the past hurt.

“You’re an idiot Gohan,” you told him in a sharp whisper. “You don’t think I’d figure it out? That I wouldn’t put the clues together? Biologically I’m a full saiyan. Unless there were survivors at least as old as me and Goku wanting to act like my parents...logically I couldn’t have been born after the planet was destroyed. On top of that there would be memory gaps...I’m not your dad, I’d figure out there’d be a good chunk of a year I didn’t remember. On top of that, my daughter will be a full saiyan...you couldn’t pass her off as yours. Which would make me feel like shit if I thought I blacked out and cheated on you. Something Broly would probably only propogate at this point actually. And without my memories who’d be able to prove him wrong? Ever think about that? Or about the fact that if you mess with my memory of Goku...it would leave gaps as to why and how I met you. For all you know getting rid of Goku could get rid of our relationship all together. And by some miracle that it didn’t...the movement I figured it out...we’d definitely be done. I can’t...I can’t fucking believe you’d think of doing that to me…”

Gohan stayed quiet for a little bit. He held you as you started to physically protest again. You gritted your teeth as he held onto your head, his hand trembling slightly.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered in a cracked tone. If you didn’t know any better you’d think he was crying. He wasn’t but it sure sounded like it. “...I’m sorry. I didn’t...I didn’t think about it like that. It just seemed like the solution to help you, help us. I thought...if you didn’t remember dad...all of the problems we had wouldn’t exist. I didn’t think about how it would actually hurt you. I should have. I’m so sorry.”

“Stupid,” you cursed under your breath, using your forehead to thwack him.

He just held tighter as he trembled. Not that you could blame him. There were a lot of emotions running pretty high in your head. His was probably the same. But still…

You couldn’t believe he’d consider something like that without asking you...
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