Gohan and Videl's First Tender Moment

Videl Satan wriggled in her seat like a baited worm. Her squirming elicited curious glances from her classmates and it was obvious, even to the casual observer, that something was amiss with the attractive young woman. She was certain that her peers had already guessed what was bothering her -with the way she was fidgeting she may as well have been wearing a sign that read “I need to poop”- but they kept the jibes that her situation would normally have brought to themselves. No one wanted to be on Videl's bad side. She was, after all, Mr. Satan's daughter.

She tried to take her mind off the painful cramps and intense pressure on her rectum by concentrating on the complex algebra problems she'd been assigned. Her effort was in vain, however. The numbers and variables ran together on the page, creating an incoherent jumble of alpha-numeric characters that she simply couldn't translate. It wasn't that she didn't understand the material, her bowels requisitioned control of her brain and they refused to release her attention until the load they'd been carrying was dealt with.

She noticed that a few of the guys had trouble keeping their eyes off her. She didn't realize how much her desperate wiggle resembled an exotic belly dance, but was used to extra attention from the opposite sex. Her curvy hourglass figure was hard to ignore and her developing breasts managed to fill out the baggy white tee shirt she typically wore. A pair of skintight black spandex shorts hugged her hips and bottom seductively and the way she wore her onyx hair, a pair of pigtails, added a hint innocent school-girl to her charm. Videl's body was one of her best assets, a fact she was well aware of and used to her advantage in combat. But today her body threatened to betray her and leave the social life she maintained in pieces. To make matters worse, she had no one to blame for her condition but herself.

During their flying lessons, Gohan had stressed the importance of “finding your center”. Videl was sharp, and meditation was a regular part of her training regime, but the kind of concentration required to tap her -what had Gohan called it- Ki was inhuman. She needed an exercise to quickly and effectively develop her focus. So, she decided not to poop for several days.

The work out wasn't as simple as holding it, that would have only strengthened her sphincter. It was about using the mind to master the body, it was about ignoring the urge to defecate. Neglecting her bladder had proven impossible, but she was surprised to find that she could go days without needing to move her bowels. She was on day six and her body had finally had enough.

Suddenly, her stomach muscles constricted and a massive weight shifted to her bottom. Videl clenched her butt cheeks together, ground her shapely bottom into her seat and locked the edge of the table in a death grip. An epic, minute long, struggle for control ensued. Any other woman in the class would have lost it and Videl was certain that her panties were about to fill, but somehow she managed to hold on long enough for the cramps to subside and the mass to retreat.

As soon as she trusted her body, Videl stood up. “Professor, may I be excused,” she asked.

“Of course, Videl,” he replied. “I understand your special circumstances, go take care of the emergency.” Videl didn't bother correcting his mistake. Besides, she classified this as an emergency.

“Thank you,” she said, bounding down the wide stairs two at a time. She dashed out the door and into the hall so quickly she didn't see Gohan raise or hear him voice his protest.

The hall was a narrow path, lockers and coat racks lined the walls and her shoes tapped quietly on the white tile as Videl hurried along. Deep cubbies were cut into the stone at various locations and each housed a tiny waist bucket. There was a sharp corner at the end of the hall that led to another nearly identical stretch of hallway. Just beyond that was her salvation. As she rounded the first corner, she placed one hand over her butt crack and squeezed her half moons together. Since there was no one around to see her, dignity took a back seat.

She hurried down the second hall and turned the corner. Her heart was pounding, just yards ahead was the blue sign that read “Restrooms.”

She reached the womens' room and failed to stifle a gasp of horror. A large note was posted on the locked door, the words written on the paper sent tendrils of dread through Videl's body, “Out of Order, Sorry.” The note was scrawled in bright yellow, and it's author had added little smiling faces to it's corners. If she didn't know better, Videl would have sworn the paper was mocking her.

She pushed those thoughts aside and scurried to the men's room. A similar sign adorned it's door. Videl fought back a wave of terror. What was she going to do now?

Dejected, she wandered back into the hall and leaned against a locker. Both hands fought to keep her anus closed, but she knew it was a losing battle. Soon, she would simply lose control. Her shorts would be ruined, her reputation destroyed.

“Videl,” Gohan's shocked voice cut through her thoughts. A wave of panic began to form and her face reddened. The last person she wanted to witness her degradation was Gohan. She had fallen for him during their flight training and knew that he was attracted to her as well. They had never voiced their feelings, but there was quite admiration for one another and over the past few days Videl had found herself looking at Gohan in a new light. She wondered how he'd feel about her after watching what he was about to see.

She fought back tears and forced herself to look into his bewildered his eyes. Even through the confusion reflected in the gaze, Videl perceived the determination in Gohan's soul. It was infectious and in that brief moment, the fire in Videl was rekindled. She glanced around and immediately a plan began to develop.

“I, uh, I though you were heading out to save the town,” he continued.

Videl shook her head. “No robberies today.”

“Oh. Then, why did you ask to be excused.”

Videl took a deep breath. “I have to poop, Gohan.” Her cheeks reddened and Gohan's face registered shock. “The bathrooms are out of order.” Explaining it to him was humiliating, but if her plan was going to work she'd need his help.

“You can hold it though, right,” Gohan asked. Videl was shaking her head before he finished. “What are you going to do,” he continued.

“Use that,” Videl replied, pointing to one of the pale blue waist baskets.

“You can't be serious, what if someone sees you?”

“That's where you come in,” she said. “I need you to stand guard for me, make sure no one's coming.”

“WHAT! No way, I can't,” Gohan's voice had taken a nervous, panicked edge.

“You have to. If you don't I'll...” she let the sentence hang in the air.

“You're so strong, I'm sure you can hold it.”

Videl shook her head, more vigorously this time. “I can't, it's coming out right now.” She wasn't lying, a hard head had pushed past her rectum and was threatening the white cotton that lay beyond. “I need you Gohan, please.”

He sighed. “Alright, but hurry.”

Videl nodded. She didn't need encouragement to get this over with as quickly as possible, but knew that she was going to be a while.

She slipped into one of the small cubbies that housed the waist buckets. It was tight, but Videl managed to fit into the cul-de-sac with a few inches between her shoulders and the wall. The trash can was empty and lacked a liner, but she couldn't let that stop her. Gohan stepped in front of her with his back turned and Videl dropped her bottoms and sat down.

She gritted her teeth as a massive log slowly inched out. It was rock solid and stretched her tender anus to new limits. She couldn't quiet a squeak of pain as the monster's head emerged completely and it's thick body began pouring smoothly from between her cheeks. A grunt of relief passed her lips.

Aside from the muffled crackling of her emptying bowels, the hall was quiet. After expelling about a foot of crap, the first turd broke off under it's own weight and hit the bottom of the pail with a loud thump. Videl blushed brightly and Gohan shifted uncomfortably.

For a moment, there was awkward silence, but that was broken when Videl released a booming fart and another mass, this one softer and thiner, began flowing from her rear end.

The popping noise the log made on it's way out of Videl's sore bottom seemed deafening in the stillness. The second piece broke off and landed atop the first one with a wet, sickening splat. Another softer load followed immediately and Videl wanted to scream to mask the sound of her emptying bowels.

“Have you practiced what I taught you,” Gohan asked. Videl wasn't sure if talking to Gohan while taking a dump would be more or less embarrassing than forcing him to listen to her evacuate, but she decided to play along.

“Yeah,” she said as the third log broke off and splatted against it's sisters. “I managed to hover the other day.”

“That's great,” Gohan exclaimed. He spun to face Videl so she could share in his excitement. How easily he forgot the situation.

“Gohan!” Videl screeched as she tugged her long tee shirt over her exposed vagina. “Don't look!”
“I'm sorry,” he apologized quickly. He turned his back to her again and looked toward the floor. The awkward silence resumed.

Videl broke it with another thunderous fart. A thin, snake-like cable began rushing from her buttocks. It was so light that it refused to break and it curled into a spiral pyramid at the bottom of the waist bucket. A wet, bubbly fart marked the end of her fourth load.

Videl's stomach rumbled audibly as she finished. A wave of cramps wracked her body and she knew she was far from finished.

“Someone's coming,” Gohan whispered sharply. “We have to hide.”

“I'm not finished,” Videl argued.

“You'll have to hold it,” he said. “We'll hide behind those coats.”

Videl groaned as she stood up and pulled her shorts over her messy bottom. The sudden movement caused whatever was left in her colon to rush to her rectum, but before she could say anything about it, Gohan had grabbed her wrist and pulled her behind a rack of long coats.

Videl heard the tapping of feet on tile now and wished that whoever they belonged to would turn around and head the other direction. She was down to the last of her waste, the stuff that had been broken down and liquefied over the course of six days. Ironically, she was holding in a belly full of diarrhea because of self imposed constipation.

Videl watched as Sharpner rounded the corner and casually strolled to his locker. The seconds seemed like hours as he entered his combination and pulled the door open. Videl's gut was churning like a hurricane. She prayed that he hurried with is business so she could attend to hers.

Sharpner pulled a small hand mirror and comb from his locker and began grooming his hair. Videl groaned. If she ruined her panties because he was busy fawning over himself, she vowed to make his life a living hell.

Minutes passed and her condition worsened. She fought valiantly, but knew it was for naught. Even if Sharpner left right now, she couldn't make it back to the waist bucket.

“I ... I can't hold it,” she whispered.

“Yes you can,” Gohan whispered back. “I believe in you, Videl.”

His encouragement helped a little, but Videl had resigned herself to defeat. “Thanks for trying, Gohan, but it's over.” Without giving him a chance to speak again, she bent her knees and let nature take it's course.

Suddenly a pair of powerful hands cupped her backside and pressed her anus closed. “You can't give up,” Gohan whispered. “I won't let you.”

Videl was amazed by Gohan's strength and his help reignited her determination. She gritted her teeth and used what was left of the strength in her sphincter to reinforce the lock Gohan had placed on her rectum.

Even with his help, Videl felt her control slipping. If Sharpner didn't leave soon it would be all over.

Ironically, it was the poop in the waist bucket that saved her. Sharpner looked up from his grooming and took a few cautionary sniffs. His face scrunched at the repulsive odor in the air. He slammed his locker and hurried back to class.

“Alright, let's go,” Gohan exclaimed when Sharpner was gone. But Videl shook her head.

“If I move, I'll lose it,” she said. “I can't make it back to the trashcan.”

Gohan considered this a moment then said: “Hold on.”

“Wha-” her sentence was cut short. With super human strength and speed, Gohan lifted her off the ground with one hand, exploded toward her improvised toilet and yanked her shorts down with his free hand. He dropped her on the waist bucket before a drop of crap had left her body.

Immediately upon sitting, her bowels released. An ocean of formless mush and thick, brown liquid gushed from underneath her. It it the bottom of the can with a continuous, heavy, soggy splat. Sopping wet farts accompanied the wave of diarrhea.

Slowly, the solid stuff vanished and a stream of pure liquid flowed into the messy can. It felt like peeing from her ass and left her with a painful, burning sensation when it finally abated.

Through it all, Videl failed to realize she was tightly holding Gohan's hand.

***LATER THAT DAY***

School was out and Videl wanted to catch up with Gohan before he headed home. She'd been forced to use several pages of notebook paper to wipe with and the coarse material had left her sensitive anal tissue sore. Walking was an exercise in torture, but she wanted to thank him before he flew home.

She caught him just outside the building. “Gohan,” she called.

“Oh, hey Videl,” he greeted. “Feeling better?”

“Much,” she replied. “About before, you really saved my skin back there. If it hadn't been for you...” Videl shuddered, but didn't finish the thought.

“Nah, I only helped. You did all the real work.”

They set off together and Videl continued. “Maybe, but if you hadn't been there Sharpner would have caught me in the act. And without you to hold it in for me and carry me back to the waist bucket I'd have ruined my favorite shorts. You were ... heroic.” She grabbed his hand and rested her head against his shoulder. Somehow, she knew it felt right.

“I guess I was,” he said, grinning. “You know what was really heroic about it though?”

“What?”

“Putting up with the smell,” he replied. “What do you eat anyway?”

His voice was completely innocent. He was totally oblivious to the offense Videl took to his statement. He was a good person and if he had know his words were insulting he wouldn't have said them.

All that didn't stop Videl from landing a solid right hook on the bewildered half-sayian's jaw.

“Videl, what's wrong,” Gohan asked.

“How dare you!” She lunged for him, but he was already airborne. “Get back here Gohan,” she yelled, chasing him on foot, ignoring his apologies and pleas for forgiveness.

It wouldn't be the last time he spoiled the moment with an innocent, hair brained comment. But, for the new young couple, this game of cat and mouse became an important part of what would blossom into a life long partnership.