Sinful Chapter 17 - The full s** chapter
She felt like a fool. This human woman had given herself to a man who had clearly wanted her but he had just bolted, just when they were…
Videl’s face grew hot remembering what had just occurred. Her fingers trailed to her lips and then she dropped her hand to her sides, feeling… inadequate.
There were two reasons why she had given in.
One: there was no way out. You do what you have to for self-preservation. You do what you have to do to survive and escape.
He knew she would crack one day. Appearance wise, he was not an easy man to resist.
Two: Videl simply desired him. She was a woman. He was a man. He was a man who did not see her as Hercule’s daughter. Not a public figure. Not a hero. He was a man who saw her for what she was, and liked her for it. That was unexpected and…nice.
She had said she wanted to be important, wanted and loved. What was wrong with that?
And what was wrong in seeing if this man could make her feel this way? Fulfill her wishes? Love her?
A man that would protect her from harm, love her, be there for her, and want her.
Damn him. Damn him for telling her how special she was. How she was brave, courageous… real.
Videl wanted to see if Gohan was this man.
How foolish.
And what about the child that he wanted?
She swallowed hard at her next thought: How dare he walk out!? She did not cry though. Instead, she remained motionless on the bed, topless, legs crossed with her shorts down to her knees. Her eyes stayed wide opened and soon those blue eyes saw Gohan again in her line of vision.
“You’re still here,” he said. Gohan appeared from the same way he had left. Shirtless, hair messy, skin moist but he had regained some breath. This time, he put a wall up between them. She could see he was the Gohan that she had first met. The one that was cold and difficult.
She looked at him but did not move; she even felt too shitty to cover herself. “Yes, where else would I go?” Her attitude that he knew well had returned. “So what happens now? I gave you the word didn’t I?” He turned his head away at that and she sat up to look at him. His eyes were glazed, masking and pushing her away. As her anger intensified, it grew apparent on her face and in her eyes. She poked his chest with her finger. All of a sudden, her voice came out soft, small and almost defeated. “Am I not desirable?” She collapsed to her knees and stared at him. “You don’t want me?”
He returned her stare and yet he didn’t say anything. She screamed at him this time. “If you didn’t want me then why did you take me!?” Gohan almost flinched at that.
She waited for a moment, ready to unleash another round of her anger. “Why did you screw with me Gohan? What is your purpose for having me here?” As she grew tired and impatient, tears filmed her eyes. She opened her mouth to yell at him again but he cut her off this time.
“Silence.” He did not yell as she did, but his tone was terse and the chagrined look he sent her way made her close her mouth.
He always had control over his emotions. Videl had an inkling of what he may be feeling, but she was not sure. She could not read him and she hated that she did not know what he was thinking. Nevertheless Videl kept silent and waited for him.
“In all my years travelling the Universe, I have never met anyone like you,” he started.
“Is that supposed to be a compliment?” she asked dryly.
He looked at her carefully and nodded. “Indeed. You… are in my thoughts, whether I am conscious or not. I want you in a way that it makes no sense. You are…” she thought he was going to pay her another compliment, but he didn’t, “…are going to be the end of me.”
She made a funny noise in her throat, as if to suppress a laugh. “You mean…kill you? Because I-”
He looked off somewhere else. “I have realized today that I have a weakness.” Then he looked down at her. “You.”
Videl blinked hard. “And I suppose that is not a good thing?” she said sarcastically.
“In most of my life, through observation, learning, practising, I have trained myself to get rid of imperfections and weaknesses in battles,” he told her. “Today I have failed.”
“Listen, you barbarian, how is… sex going to make you weak? And Gohan, there is no such thing as perfection!” The anger resurfaced once again. It wasn’t like she wanted to have sex; it was the fact that he had left her that made her livid.
His answer surprised her. “Wanting and needing you is.”
But she didn’t let her surprise show. “Then that was your mistake for taking me in the first place. That just proves you are somewhat human-and have emotions-to want and need another person. Are you so used to hatred that you cannot love,” quickly she corrected herself, “or care for someone else...or accept the fact that someone, anyone, could care for you?”
Her words earned a pregnant pause in the room.
“That is a weakness,” he said, but more quietly.
She countered quickly, “No it’s not! Is that why you… fled? You are afraid of caring? As if you already don’t.”
“I...”
“What?” she asked. Videl rolled off the bed and looked for the t-shirt she had discarded earlier. Once she was clothed again, she turned to him and said, “Goodbye Gohan.” She walked out of the room and was unaware that he was following her until he said, “Where are you going?”
She whirled around at him with her anger flaring once more. “Where am I going? What do you want me for when you just ran away?”
When he did not answer her, Hercule’s daughter turned and began walking again. In the next five seconds he caught her elbow and made her look at him.
“I cannot have weaknesses,” he started.
And she smiled, though it was fake. “Well then get stronger to compensate for your weakness.” She did not like being called his weakness; it made her feel inferior. The raven-haired woman tried to break free again but his hands were holding her face and the intense look he gave her was thoughtful. “What?” she asked.
Dark eyes met blue again. “I don’t want to break you.”
“Break me?” Her gentler side took over her anger and she wondered what the hell he was talking about. “You can’t break me.”
His mouth twitched to a smile, but the smile fell into a frown. “Have you had sexual intercourse before?” At that question, her cheeks turned a bright profuse red.
“No, I’m still a virgin.” Then she narrowed her eyes and shook her head. “I’m assuming you have…,” and then a look of horror crossed her features. “And you broke someone?”
Calmly he said, “No, I have not done either.”
Her mouth parted. “You’re joking, right? But you’re-”
“I have not seeded anyone,” Gohan explained plainly. Then all of a sudden he lifted her with her belly on his shoulder.
Her nose wrinkled up as she felt the blood rush up to his head. She knew he was taking her back to the room. “So what do you mean by break?” And couldn’t he find a better way to the carry her?
“I have visited many planets where the men were very barbaric and selfish. Some men caused the women to bleed, which is normal if they were a virgin but…less than often it ended with death.”
What a disturbing thought.
“Well I don’t think you’re that barbaric to hurt me, let alone kill me. You wouldn’t cause intentional harm, unless we were training but that’s entirely different.” She assured him, “You won’t-can’t-break me.” Videl didn’t like using that word break. It provoked an unpleasant mental picture.
Gohan let the emotionless-warrior mask slip a little as he dropped her on the bed gently. “I find it nice that you do not hate me anymore.”
Her eyelids lowered. “How are you sure that I don’t?” She did not make any advancement yet.
“You wouldn’t have given yourself to me if you still did.” He smiled dryly at that.
Then she confessed something that plagued her. “I hate how you can read me and I can’t.”
He shrugged at that. “That’s something you have to live with, I suppose.”
Then silence seeped in the room.
“So?” she asked. “Are you going to let me go home or what?”
This was what he wanted, right? He had tortured her before. But he had made her feel safe. He was her friend.
He wanted her.
And…he needed her.
He would never tell her that part though; she will find out later how important she really was.
Gohan swallowed hard, realizing what she had said earlier stung a nerve.
Or accept the fact that someone, anyone, could care for you?
Interesting.
“You’re not going home,” he finalized. The half-Saiyan crawled on the bed towards her and their faces gravitated to each other. “Give me permission again.”
“For what?” she asked softly.
His fingers ran through her thick tresses again and his mouth nibbled on a sensitive spot of her earlobe. It became hard to think. “Tell me I can have you, all of you.”
She nodded, her head tilting to the side so his lips could work down her neck. “You can have me Gohan.” Then she faced him, and her mouth moved forward to kiss him, but she stopped a few centimetres away. He could feel her breath to mingle with his. “Kiss me,” she told him.
His dark eyes strayed from hers to her succulent lips before he did what he was told. The kiss was passionate and long, as if they would never kiss again. It was almost a struggle to see who could out kiss the other, but he had won when he pushed her down on her back again. He was stronger, yes, catching her hands in his, interlocking his fingers with hers. Her legs immediately wrapped around his waist and with a gentle squeeze body pressed against body. Softness pressed against hardness. She felt a rush of pleasurable sensations course through her veins.
His mouth drifted across her face, delighting her with feathery kisses to her neck. Her grip in his hands tightened when his kisses grew wetter, and hotter, as he spent time marking the skin of her throat. She gasped when she felt his teeth nipping her.
“Gohan,” she barely said, trying to push him off. He sat up a little with their hips still joined and watched her pull of her shirt. “You better not run again,” she told him next as she stood and pulled down her shorts. His hands caught hers again, forcing her under his weight again but this time, he let her wrists go as his own hands did some more exploration.
His fingers caressed her back, and against her mouth he murmured, “Your skin is so soft.” A hand trailed down to hold her bottom, while the other held her other breast, gently squeezing before his fingers played with her coral tips. There was this hammering warmth in her temples as he seared fire in her flesh once again. His mouth sucked on her other breast, moving in a circle from the outside in. He teased her, flicking his tongue over her rosy tip before setting on course again to her belly. As he worked, her nails grazed his back and the feel of his hard muscles thrilled her as she continually pushed him closer and closer, and south of her body.
Then he stopped to look at her face. Something dark took hold of him. It was in his eyes, like ice but on fire; it made her tremble. The look resembled possession and greed, saying you are mine! Then he disrobed himself, and found her sitting up as she marvelled at his naked body. Gohan was surprised at her boldness when she reached forward and held his shaft. Her other hand tantalized his flesh as it moved down his ripped chest.
Her hand moved up and down slowly and a helpless sound torn from him. She smiled and as her pace quickened her mouth sucked gently on his lower lip. Then began her journey from his neck to his waist. His body was truly magnificent. Besides that he was chiselled as a Greek god, he was so in proportion, so strong, but all of these thoughts became hazy when her tongue slide over the ripple of his abs. One hand was still playing on his swollen member, but the other was memorizing the hardness of his muscles. Soon though, she reached his hard rod, and she looked up to him to see what he wanted. She felt a tug on her hair, and the possession in his eyes darkened to another degree.
Mine!
It was a look a man with such power and authority could only make to a woman. She trembled again.
He pulled her head backwards, tangling his fingers in her tresses. The fire was there in his eyes, besides that possession, and their lips met again.
He pushed her down on the bed again, gently, as he kissed her fervently. His other hand slipped inside her panties, probing the area between her legs. His hands were amazing, she thought. These were hands that strangled men. They shoved daggers into their hearts and swords into their bodies. These were hands that inflicted pain beyond imagination. They were hands of a killer. Yet, these hands that had mapped out the curves of her body were able to ignite a passion inside of her.
And now his hands had found her jewels. In the next moment she heard a rip sound and from the corner of her eye she spotted her white underwear fly through the air. His fingers stroked the inner walls of her thighs, aware that anything he did drove her in a state of thrill. When he looked at her, he noticed the rise in her breathing and the need in her eyes. When his fingers grazed her wet folds, she rocked forward, whispering his name. His fingers moved upwards to the sensitive spot of swollen bud and he kneaded the area gently. He was not aware of the sudden heat that was building up from this mere touch, not until she grabbed his shoulder and pressed her nails in his flesh.
“Don’t stop,” she breathed.
He would not break her.
Gohan halted after a moment, before she reached her peak, and she frowned at him. He wanted to taste every inch of her body before he would take her.
“Why did you stop?” she complained, and with her finger she felt the liquid that she had expelled. He grabbed her hand and his mouth tasted her finger.
“You’re impatient,” he told her and the next thing she knew, he opened her legs to him and his mouth worked slowly and thoroughly from her feet to her inner thighs. Her body inched closer to his face as the soft pleas escaped her mouth. Another wave of pleasure seared through her when his tongue tasted her, ate her, caressed her. His lips kissed her there like it was her mouth. His teeth gently grazed her there like she was something too tasty.
His name floated through the air in a soft moan.
All thoughts vanished, disappearing slowly as he worked on her. The trembling of her body became more evident, and breathing became more difficult. Then his face was in her view and fingers were interlocked once again.
MINE!
He kissed her and she could taste herself from his mouth. Feeling her urgency - her nails raked his tight muscles, her mouth tried to devour him, and her body gripped tighter against his - he was certain that she was on fire again. He knew he would not hurt her.
His hardness pressed against her, bringing pleasure and stabbing pain. The Saiyan could feel her body stiffen when he reached the wall, the barrier. His body tensed before her and she sensed the effort it took him to stop.
“I won’t hurt you,” Gohan whispered and gently he pushed forward. She gasped-screamed and looked away from him but when she looked up at his face again, she saw his tortured expression. With her hands, she pulled his face to hers and his lips crashed to hers. He made a muffled apology in her mouth and then thrust hard, and deep. He whispered her name and began to move. The friction dimmed the pain and brought a delicious, slow burn. With each of his strokes, the pleasure intensified. Very quickly they were in sync, moving together, faster and faster. She could feel his breath near her ears and the smell of his sweat filled her nostrils. In response, one of her hands clawed in his arms while the other arm was stretched above her head with his fingers tangled with hers. His other hand found the sensitive spot again.
Need and want heightened; she whimpered for him. “Take me, take me…take me…”
He nodded. His hand moved from between her legs to near her head to support his weight. His control was slipping. He did not want to hurt her. But…
“Gohan…take me!”
You are MINE!!
Maybe it was a combination of the heat they forged, the euphoria igniting, and the words she spoke…but he came in and our quicker and quicker, pushing far deeper and far faster. And together they rocked to the peak, soaring over a thousand suns and a thousand moons. The fire exploded at last and she cried out as she was consumed by it. He roared with pleasure; his breaths became shuddered gasps.
When he buried his head against her shoulder, Gohan kissed her wet skin. It must have been minutes when he turned over, off of her, and was horrified to see tears streaming down her face.
She tasted the salty liquid from her eyes and was slightly surprised when he reached over to wipe them away with the pad of his thumb. Gohan listened to her breathing slow to a normal pace and he wondered if her tears were from pain, regret, guilt or worry.
“Hold me,” Videl whispered and immediately he pulled her to his hard, scarred chest. She could listen to the sound of his heart go da dum, da dum, da dum. And before he asked her, she said, “No, it didn’t hurt,” though she wouldn’t be surprised if the sheets were stained with her blood.
“What’s wrong?” he asked gently, stroking her soft arm. He kissed the top of her head to focus her attention on him.
When she did look up at him, Videl frowned. She opened her mouth but incoherent sounds came from her mouth. Then she closed her eyes and said, “Make me believe in happy endings Gohan, even if we’re not going to have one.”
That statement oddly surprised him. It did not show on his face though.
Then she said, “And tell me this won’t be the last time we do this.”
Gohan studied her face carefully. He pulled her on top of him and her head found a comfortable spot over his heart. They wrapped their arms around each other and he assured her, “This will not be the only or last time we do this.” He dare not comment on the former request.
Videl closed her eyes again and she murmured against his skin, “I wish you were a good person Gohan. I wish you were not…so…bad. And then I could let myself fall in love with you.” Her voice was tired and she felt sleep a few steps away.
Gohan wanted to ask her if love could be controlled, but what did he know about it?
Then she asked him, “Have you wondered what you’ll be like if you were raised by Goku instead of Raditz?” Great post-sex talk.
Gohan refrained from playing with her hair. “Not really.”
She did. “I don’t know why but I imagine you to be a dork for some reason…even though you still are naïve about a lot of things now. And then maybe, I could fall in love with you.” Her voice eventually muted with her falling asleep.
Gohan did not respond again.
Perhaps in another time they were permanently together.
Perhaps in another time they loved each other.
He was not sure if they could in this lifetime, this timeline.
“What if he was here?”
“Hmmm…”
“And I didn’t even know it.”
“Who?”
“What if Gohan was here and I didn’t even realize it?”
“I’m sure you would.”
There was a pause. He didn’t know why his little boy had come into his mind. Not Goten. Gohan. It was not so much of why; it was more like why now at this particular moment.
Goku lay in his bed, holding his half-sleeping wife in his arms. They had finished making love and he was waiting for sleep to capture him. The man stroked his wife’s soft-ivory skin and listened to the animals of the night. They seemed to pacify him.
Chichi listened to husband’s heartbeat as her head rested on his chest. Her eyes grew teary, glossy, with that thought. “If he was, wouldn’t he try to look for his parents?”
At first he did not say anything but after consideration he said, “You’re right.”
There was a long silence before Goku kissed the top of Chichi’s head and feel asleep. “Somewhere…out there… We will meet again, son.”
Author’s Note: Again, I apologize for the lateness. I do not have much to say but I am ashamed that I haven’t written much for this story in the summer holidays. I swear, I have fanfic ADD, a disease I made up to describe my lack of attention for writing long stories.
Besides that, I have a new poll. Would it be weird if Gohan and Videl had other children besides Pan?
A) Hell yeah!!
B) No, not really. They should have had more kids in the series!
C) I don’t care…
D) insert your own opinion
Until next update (it won’t take this long, I promise!!)!!
Goku’s Daughter
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