Sweet, Sour, and the Sorrow

This is my first DBZ lemon that I wrote a few months ago when AFF was down. Now, I've actually decided to post it elsewhere other than my LJ community. Feedback is greatly appreciated.


She sat under a weeping willow tree, its long tendrils brushing against her skin every so often from the wind. Unnoticed it went, however. Her jet-black hair hung in uneven strands around her lowered face, falling out of place in the ponytail holder. The violet eyes gazed intently at the grass as though searching for a way to burn each and every blade singly. Her hands propped her chin up, and she was clothed in a white short sleeve t-shirt with black shorts. Around her was the forest, with shades of varying greens and trees of all shapes and sizes. Her favorite tree though was this willow. The gnarled trunk had survived many lifetimes, and she always wondered if it grew up with the stream that flowed beside of it.

This willow was her solitary place. She knew of no other place within the forest like it. It was her escape from the hustle and bustle of the busy city life. College proved to be very hectic and hard, as many high school teachers had warned. Who had ever paid attention to them? Ranting teachers are certainly not an uncommon occurrence, especially ones that spit and yelled a lot. Certainly not her; there were other things on the brain that were more important than ranting teachers. Now though, she wished she had prepared better. Those teachers had been right, but who was she to admit that? Pride was not something easily discarded by any student. Essay assignments were stacked on her desk, but hardly ever completed the way they should be, and that’s if they were even completed at all. Assignments and tests were hard to keep track of, and even worse to deal with. Professors would say one thing, but mean something different. The readings each evening were a struggle. Whose mind could concentrate on Poe and Austen when there were other things to do? In short, she was failing her first semester. This is in comparison to the once bright, head-of-the-class girl she used to be. If it had been her high school self, those assignments would be done and turned in on time; they would be worthy of an A or B. Instead, all she saw was the ugly red D’s and F’s. Try harder next time. Pay more attention in class. Failure to discuss topic at hand. How things had mounted, she didn’t know.

Well, she did actually. Instead of worrying about her own work, she worried about others. Sensitivity was the demon beast that destroyed her academic life. She went to college away from Satan City, and now she paid dearly for it friends-wise. No one cared that she was the daughter of Hercule. She was just another face in the big campus crowd. No one cared how well she had down in high school. This was college now. The police department wouldn’t allow her to fight crime, even after looking at her record and awards from the Satan City police department. She didn’t have certification; she couldn’t give them that certification. In short, no one cared about her. Instead, she was left to wander the campus on her own, or simply lock herself in her dorm room. She knew she was at least lucky to have a private room and she thanked Kami for that small bit of luck. While hiding was not the best solution, it allowed her to escape the terrors of campus life. All the people were simply too many. The school was almost three times the size of her high school and it had been hard enough there. Almost every class had 500 people, so it was apparent that one miserable, failing student was the last thing on any professor’s mind. Or, in her case, a graduate assistant.

Her dorm room couldn’t provide the tranquility that this place afforded though. Walls boxed her in, made her feel like a caged animal. Here, she felt free, and longed for this feeling of freedom every day she couldn’t come to her secret spot. She had discovered it one day while flying. It just looked like such a perfect place that she had to land and explore the area more. Something within her told her to stop and rest here; she followed her gut instinct. As her feet gently touched ground, she felt the cushiony kindness the grass gave her. The breeze was scented with the sweet smell of delectable strawberries. As she walked further, she saw the weeping willow, its long tendrils gently flowing on the breeze while the tiny stream beside it winded neatly in lavish loops. There was just something different about this place that couldn’t be found in a city park, or in any of her old mountain spots back home. Here she knew she was as free as the trees and the stream. Her thoughts could wander just as easily as the scent of ripened strawberries. It was the perfect place to think.

Nowadays she seemed to be visiting this spot more and more. It was her one true escape from the college reality. Instead of flying home to see friends, she came here. Her old friends were busy with new lives, and even Erasa rarely kept in contact. Erasa went to a community college right outside of Satan City and now was planning on getting married. That was the last Videl had heard back in September. Ever since, she had figured the blonde girl was too busy planning for her wedding and juggling her own school life to talk to a now long-distance best friend. Many times she would sit at her computer at nights, watching for Erasa to get online to talk. At this point, she and Erasa could have talked about why clowns scare children and it wouldn’t have mattered. She wanted to know about her friend; how was the wedding planning going? Was she in the wedding? When was it to be? Questions like these always seemed to float to the top of her mind every night. She yearned for communication and a close friend like she used to have. The people she saw every day weren’t the type she could enjoy. Between the partiers and the sex-fanatics, she couldn’t she herself as part of either extremity or in between the two. Of course, there were a lot of in-betweens, but even after mingling at social events, Videl could find nothing. It wasn’t for lack of trying; she knew that any type of genre there was tired of seeing her face. A poor freshman trying desperately to fit in. Oh how they must have laughed about her afterwards. Still, she wouldn’t give in to peer pressure. It wasn’t right, and it wasn’t her style.

All she wanted was someone to talk to. Even Gohan was a figment of her past. High school love and that’s where it ended. His path called for him to go to an elite school with an insanely rigorous curriculum that left him studying pretty much all the time, giving him only enough time to sleep. It was his mother who encouraged… well forced it on him. Go to a good school Gohan. Take a challenge and make something of yourself. If you don’t, I’ll never get grandkids! At times she could feel his ki, but just barely. Many times she had to really try to find it. He kept it low and never sparred. She could never feel a spike in the levels at any time. No fighting, no anger, nothing. Nowadays, she had pretty much given up on searching for it. It seemed too big of a hassle to find something that would change nothing in her life. Contacting him was out of the question. The last time she had sent him a short email, it had taken him three weeks to respond. She’d told him about her new life and how terrible it was. She’d even asked about how he was handling his own life. What was expected to be an email of the same length or great, turned out to be a wrong guess. The response was simple: Great to hear from you. Working hard. Take care. Gohan. She had given up all hope of getting anything longer from him. Why pour her heart out to hear ten words in response? It just wasn’t worth it.

Not too long ago, she had considered suicide as an option, but realized that that would do no good. If her friends didn’t notice her now, who’s to say they’d notice her death? What would be the point of suicide then? She just have wasted her life in a vain attempt for attention, that’s all. There were better ways to waste a life than take it away quickly. She was smart enough to realize that. No, she’d given up on that option long ago. It seemed humorous to her that after everything even suicide wasn’t enough to make things right with herself. All she wanted was for things to be the way they used to be—friends by her side, Gohan as her boyfriend. Was it so hard to have that wish granted? She missed him terribly, though she was too stubborn to acknowledge it to him in an email. No one had ever made her feel the way he did, no one understood the way he did. When he smiled, her whole world was ecstasy. He made things right again. She didn’t like to say that she depended on him, but she did know that they made perfect partners. Their crime fighting days proved that. She knew she loved him, but she couldn’t love him like this. Not when he didn’t care to keep in touch with her. That she couldn’t hand, no matter how perfect he seemed. And her friends. To not be a loner, to have a girl to pal around with, how she missed those days. So maybe shopping wasn’t her cup of tea, but at least she had a friend to endure it with, though the shopping-induced friend had taken her shopping in the first place. All those late night chats about worries and fears, and the future—were they for nothing? It felt like it, even though she knew it wasn’t deep down. She had never tried to change her current situation though. She had always hoped the past would come back for her. Such a futile thing to wish for.

Videl glanced up at the sky and wondered when it had all started to change. Just like the strawberry breeze, her previous life was gone and she had to move on. Even though the strawberry breeze had gone, she knew where to find the strawberries. Her past life she could never find again. Even if she could, it would never be the same, no matter how much she wished for it to be. Everything changes and so must she. The only problem was… she wasn’t ready to change yet. She wanted to stay the same old Videl Satan she had always been. She wanted back the friendships and respect her old self had. She wished she had the power to grant all these wishes she had. She pulled herself to her feet, and wandered across the lush green grass to the wild strawberry bushes. They were hidden behind the willow tree, amongst the shadows. They were in full bloom and ripe for eating. Bright red specks amongst the greenery of the area. A surprise treat each time among the sorrow of the willow tree.

She plucked one of the strawberries from its mother plant and studied it. A small luscious treat wrapped in a brilliant red skin. As she put it to her mouth, she knew the taste would be sweet, yet slightly sour. To her, it was the perfect metaphor for the life she wished she could have. Beauty and sweetness, mixed in with the sour times. My life should be more like this strawberry. It used to be in high school…Instead, it’s sour completely, like a lemon. Who wants to have such a sour fruit all the time? She couldn’t help her pessimistic thoughts. In this special place of hers, she could let them fly and not feel bad about them. No one could suspect and no one would know them. Only the willow was her witness; she guessed it had seen much sorrow in its own long life and could take just a little more.

What she didn’t suspect, however, was the stranger suddenly standing behind her. Caught up in her own thoughts and the strawberries, she had failed to notice the increase in ki around her, something she should have noticed right away. Standing behind her was none other than Son Gohan, casually dressed in jeans and a sweater. He had just appeared moments before. His hair was a little ruffled from the wind, but otherwise fine. His dress seemed to fit his school’s standard. If one looked closely at his face, they would see the dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleeping to study each night. It had taken its toll on his body and he was tired from the “short” flight he had just finished. He hadn’t meant to forget her. How could he forget his angel? He watched her for a few moments, noticing the small things—how she’d grown out her hair, how peaceful yet angry she looked, and how pale her skin was compared to the shade. He missed her—her touch, her feel, everything. He hated going to such a tough school because he never had time for her. He knew that no apology he could offer would make things all right, no matter how much he told her he had to study. What he did know was that he was on a break and that now was the best time to try and see what he could do. At best, he felt he’d receive a cold, stern no. And she had a right to do that, didn’t she? He was just too afraid to hear her voice say it.

He crouched down on his knees and bent close to her ear. “Videl… it’s me… Son Gohan.” He heard the nervousness in his voice that he felt. He hadn’t expected her to jump in fright. Then again, he supposed that she was the only one who ever came to this place. Plus, it must seem kind of odd hearing a familiar voice in the middle of nowhere.

Videl jumped in her spot, falling forward into the strawberry bushes. She pulled herself from the tangle of leaves and branches and saw the red splotches of strawberry juice that had stained her white shirt. Splotches of crimson blood are what it seemed to say to her. When she turned around, she realized it really was Gohan, and not some figment of her imagination playing tricks on her mind. “Gohan?” she asked softly in a timid voice, still unsure that it was really him. She figured reality was twisting a knife in her heart and the stains on the shirt were her soul.

“Yes Videl. I’m really here. I’m on break—“ The stinging sensation of Videl’s slap interrupted his explanation He jumped back in shock, fearful of what she was capable of doing next. She may not have been a Saiyan female, but she sure could come close in her times of anger.

“You son of a bitch! How dare you stay out of contact for months and just now show up out of the blue! Have you no feelings at all? Did you think I’d be all open arms, acting like you’d never left? Did you think you could just show up, say hi, and then things would be great again? Think again Son Gohan! You betrayed me you bastard!” Her yelling rang through the treetops and Gohan had to bare the blunt of it all. Videl didn’t stop with her yelling. Instinctively she began fighting him, punching and kicking. Her anger knew no bounds now. What had once been pent up inside of her was all coming out and Gohan was the target. She wanted to beat him up, show him just how he’d left her stranding when she needed someone to lean on in her transition. She wanted to show him just how much she hated his absences, hated being ignored by everyone. She wanted him to pay for it.

Gohan took on defense, never once hitting or throwing anything back at her. He didn’t want to. For one, it’d make her even angrier. Two, he knew that in a way, he deserved this. He simply let her hit him. He knew he could defend most of her punches, but for her anger, he allowed her to take everything out without being deflected. “Videl, I know there is no way I can say I’m sorry and you have every right to be this angry. So take everything out on me. I know I deserve it.” She hit him in the jaw for this.

The two continued to fight; well one did all the fighting while the other played target. They took low flight, but still Gohan never fought back. Never once did he feel the urge to make her stop, or to injure her in the slightest way. If this calmed her down, then so be it. He only moved back and forth forcing her to move to her target. He’d pay for her bruises in the morning, but he deserved the pain and he would take it for her. As he looked at her face he saw the angry lines contorting her pretty mouth. She looked demonic and he saw the hatred in her eyes. That hatred was softened by the tears flowing. She was crying through all of this and Gohan wondered if she still cared. He soon saw her anger taking its toll on her body and he began to fly closer to the ground, where Videl collapsed soon after. “I’ll get you, you bastard,” she mumbled, panting and out of breath. She propped herself up with her hands, moving into a sitting position, but still glaring at him softly. Gohan knew she was done. He could sense it. He picked her up, without any protest from her, and sat her against the willow tree. Then he sat across from her, taking things slowly. To get close so quickly could be a mistake for him. As he sat down, he felt a slight pain shoot through his muscles. What she had done was more than any human her size could do, but barely anything to hurt him. Still, when mixed with the emotional release, those bruises and cuts hurt more than any villain ever could.

“Videl, I want you to listen to me, okay? Nothing I can say will ever make things right, but I want you to know why I was out of contact for so long. It wasn’t because I hated you or didn’t love you anymore. The opposite in fact. My school... I hate it. I took classes all day, and had to work all evening just to stay caught up on the next day’s work. It was a never-ending torture cycle. I didn’t sleep or eat well and you can see that in my eyes. That school drained away my energy and the life I used to have. When I got your email, I wanted to say so much more. I honestly wanted to write you back, but I couldn’t. My schooling interfered. All I could really do was let you know I was still alive. That is why I’m transferring at the end of the semester. I cannot endure another hell at that place. That school is for some, but not for me. Mom doesn’t like it, but I want a life. She doesn’t know what I’ve lived through the past semester. Academics are not my whole life’s focus. I’ve hurt others and myself by going to this school. And I didn’t want to hurt you Videl. I refuse to do it again and again by staying there.”

Videl couldn’t believe what she was hearing. It was all slowly sinking in. It wasn’t his fault, she could see that, as much as she hated to accept the fact, but she had to be rational about it and not selfish. That school of his was really to blame. It didn’t free him from her wrath, nor did she feel bad about what she had just done minutes ago. It did let her see that he hadn’t given up on her and that he still cared for her. Isn’t that what she had wanted all semester? For him to come back to her, to tell her that he still loved her? She couldn’t believe it, now that any of it was actually happening. “Gohan, I’m failing school…. I could flunk out… I could—“

“Videl, one semester is not going to ruin your whole life, you know that. You’re a smart woman and you’ll figure out exactly what to do. My guess is that you were distracted by everything else around you that school had little importance in the scheme of things. I know you’ll do better next semester. You can make it up. And I’ll be always there to help you if you have trouble. I can tutor you, just like I used to in high school at times.”

“You’re… you’re going to my school?” Videl could not believe what she was hearing. She thought that she was imagining things again, forgetting that she’d just beaten Gohan up with every ounce of strength she could muster.

Gohan took this as his chance to move closer and moved so that he was right beside her underneath the willow tree, his arm wrapped around her tiny waist, pulling her closer to him. That feeling returned, the happiness of having her close to him, her scent wafting to his nose. How he had missed this—sitting under a tree with her, talking about life. She complied and lay against him, and said nothing. If only it wasn’t such a serious time, this would be a perfect moment to freeze time. Gohan had no idea what was going on, that is, until he felt his sweater beginning to get damp. He looked closer, and saw the silent tears falling from her violet eyes. He pulled her onto his lap and gently caressed her hair while rubbing her back. He remembered how this always calmed her fiery temper and made her feel safe. She used to tell him so, and he mustered every ounce of strength to allow himself this little joy.

She couldn’t believe what she was doing. Just a minute ago, she had been out to beat the shit out of him, yet now she felt a little sorry for him. She had always wondered why he never contacted her or came to see her, and now she knew. His school was the one to blame. She was glad he was soon to be leaving there. She cried into his chest, realizing what happiness this could bring her whole world. Not everything would be okay, but Gohan would be there. Things would be half all right, and then maybe wholly all right in the near future. She looked at his face with a loving glance for the first time since he’d scared her. He was still the same Gohan, though he had black circles under his eyes, and a few cuts and bruises from her. He looked worn out, and tired, but Videl sensed happiness within him.

Gohan caught Videl looking up at him and smiled. This was the Videl he knew. There was the playful smile she always had when she was happy. Gohan leaned closer to her smile, and kissed it softly. He meant to only kiss her once since he wasn’t completely sure how she’d react, but before he had time to pull away, it was Videl who made him continue, her lips embracing his own, soon to be followed by her tongue. He pulled her closer to him and she pushed him backwards onto the grass. Two can play at that game… thought Gohan. He rolled them over so that he was the one on top and she on the bottom. Videl didn’t seem to notice the change in positions. He pulled away from her kiss, and laughed softly when she frowned. “I love you, Videl. I always will. I promise never to treat you like that again. You don’t deserve it and I don’t deserve you, but you took me back anyway. That takes more love than anyone will ever know,” whispered Gohan. He meant it too. How he could have survived that whole semester, he didn’t know. Every fiber of his being screamed for her presence and he had stifled it every time. No more. Tonight was the night.

Videl reached up to touch his rough, yet smooth cheek. She caught the slight wince as she touched an area she had not gone so easily on. She touched his face, made sure that he was real. From his cheek, to his pale ears, to his smooth black hair, she wanted it to be her Gohan, the one she knew and loved and cared for. The one she had fallen in love with back in high school. She wanted to know that this wasn’t all a horrible nightmare and that she’d soon wake up. But it couldn’t be… everything about him felt so real, from his skin to his hair to his scent. Unless this was a particularly punishing nightmare (and she’d had a few), it truly was him. A warm, tingly feeling enveloped her being as she leaned up to kiss him again. Her eyes closed, but her hands guided his head back to her own. Her fingers ran through his hair, pulling him ever closer. They lazed to his shoulders, softly massaging and caressing through the sweater.

In some way, Gohan knew that she was willing to. He sensed it within her being. He figured it was just a Saiyan’s sense and that he knew the timing was right. He never could explain how he knew; he just did. He would gladly accept her offer. It had been his desire to be with her since high school. College was merely an obstacle; soon even it would no longer be the barrier between the two. With shaky hands he reached toward her stomach, running nervous fingers over the supple skin. He was pleased with the response he got and shakier fingers moved higher to her breasts. Gohan knew they weren’t big by any standard, but they were enough for him. He touched the right one with quivering fingers. He was so nervous and couldn’t control it. Would she allow it? Indeed she would he discovered.

Videl placed her hand over Gohan’s fingers, more so to stop them from shaking than anything else. His nervousness amused her and she knew he hadn’t really changed much. Her hand lingered on his as she felt his skin. Then she guided his hand over her breast, allowing him to slowly touch it through the fabric. She knew what he wanted, and she wanted to give it to him. She couldn’t believe she was doing it, but she knew it was right. It just seemed so right. He was the perfect man, minus what he’d just done to her by staying out of touch. She’d never let anyone this close to her before. Boys were friends, not boyfriends. Fun to kid around with, but not for loving. Gohan was different. His intentions were love; the other boys only wanted sex. She removed her hand from his, and slipped both down to slip her shirt up her body and rested it right above her breasts. Now there was only a white bra separating Gohan’s hand from skin. He leaned over and kissed the bare skin down to her stomach before attempting to remove her bra. Luckily for him it clasped in front. He was having enough trouble slipping the simple latch apart. This caused Videl to laugh softly and Gohan to blush. So she helped him unhook it and he slowly pulled the fabric away.

Watching the fabric fall away, Gohan got a good look at his girlfriend’s form. She was a goddess to him and the most beautiful thing his black eyes had ever seen. He leaned over again, hungrily now, and took one of the breasts in his mouth, his tongue teasing and playing with the nipple. For just a moment the nervousness had gone away and his Saiyan self took over. Videl moaned softly and Gohan took this as a sign that he was doing something right. At least, that’s what he hoped. He had never done this before, or talked about it. Everything he did was instinct. While his mouth was busy, he moved his other hand to massage the left breast. He pulled softly at the nipple, watching it harden with each touch. He felt a strange sensation and wondered what was causing it when he figured out it was Videl’s doing. Or more accurately, what she was helping along…

Videl smirked at Gohan, her hand inside his boxers. He finally figured it out… Her fingers had slowly been stroking his cock, making the appendage hard and being in pants uncomfortable for poor Gohan. She smirked at him and the tent in his pants. She decided not to tease him, even though she dearly wanted to. Instead, she reached for the button on his pants and unclasped it, sliding them over his tight ass. Now all that was left below was the boxers, which she decided to keep on him for now. She wasn’t going to stop teasing that easily. In retaliation, Gohan rid her of her shorts, slipping them down her legs and tossing them aside. He was formulating his own ideas. Videl tackled him and once again the two met in a passionate embrace, their movements almost animalistic. His mouth ravaged hers and tongues set about warring. Their bodies were close together, stimulating the passion shared between the two. Every touch and movement seemed to drive them closer together.

Gohan knew he couldn’t take it anymore. He rid himself of his boxers and then Videl’s panties. He didn’t care for either of the garments anymore. They were in the way, and his boxers were hindering his freedom and comfort. The final objects in the way were her shirt and bra. They were easily discarded of by the demi-Saiyan though. Gohan didn’t like being teased and knew she was so good at getting the best of him through teasing. Now that the two were naked, things slowed down. No more did the quickness of before show. Gohan wanted to make sure she was ready… to know that she wanted it…. And to keep himself from backing out of what he’d started. He was sure, but the questionability of it all haunted him. He was still fearful he’d get a solid “no” just like he was afraid of before. “Videl? Is this what you really want? I mean, we can stop now if you want…. We don’t have to do this a—“

A finger silenced him from saying anymore. He kissed it, knowing the answer before she said anything else. Her face said it all. He looked into those violet eyes, and saw the passion burning amongst the love that already resided there. “Gohan, I am more sure of this than anything else. I want this to happen. I used to dream about this long ago.” She wrapped her small arms around his waist.

Gohan still wasn’t certain. “You do know what making love to a Saiyan really means, my angel?”

Videl couldn’t lie. She had figured that this would be the same as what she’d always heard from others. And she’d heard quite a lot. “Honestly, no. Tell me, Gohan. I am sure my answer will still be yes.”

Gohan pulled her closer and lifted her chin so that she was looking directly at him. “It means that you will become my mate. At the height of passion, I’ll bite you between your neck and shoulder blades, forever claiming you as my mate and creating a telepathic link between us. Is this what you really want? Do you want to spend the rest of your life with me, no matter what happens? There’s no turning back, no rewinding time, no wishing for Shenron. This is final and nothing can ever change it. This is a special bond and I don’t want you to do it if you really don’t want to. It is what I have wanted for a long time now, and I think we have a good future to look forward too. I can’t promise a lot, but I promise to always be by your side.” He smiled softly at her, his heart racing. He wasn’t sure what her response would be.

To spend the rest of my life with Gohan…is that what I really want to do? Videl knew the answer even before she had finished the question in her mental processes. It was a firm, solid, yes. She was unsure of the bond, but she needed Gohan in her life. Without him, life just wasn’t the same. She wasn’t desperately depending on him, but he completed her other half and she firmly knew she couldn’t live without his companionship. “Gohan, it’s the only thing I want,” was her whispered reply. Her hands wrapped around his neck and pulled his face to her own, kissing him softly and passionately.

Gohan laid her down there in the grass, between the weeping willow and the strawberry bushes. Again, he started to caress her body, feeling and squeezing her breasts in his hand as he trailed butterfly kisses down her stomach, stopping at her pubic hair. He then spread her thighs and kissed the inside of each one. Getting more devious, he then licked the insides up and down, closer and closer to her pussy lips. He could tease just as much as she could, and now he was paying her back for earlier. Her soft moaning was all he needed to hear. Every time he got closer, he could smell her wetness and tell she was ready for him, but he’d pull away and start all over again. He could tell she was getting more eager, and he took the chance to smirk at her. He began trailing kisses back up her body, over her stomach, between her breasts, around her neck, and finally resting on her mouth. He kissed her passionately, his fingers snaking down below, slipping between the folds to massage her inner pussy. The sensation of Videl moaning into his mouth was electrifying, but he knew she was definitely ready for him. He pulled away. “Videl, are you certain this is what you want?” he asked, still worried she’d say no at the last minute. There was still that little bit of doubt in the back of his mind, a little demon eating away at the courage he’d mustered to do this.

Videl shook her head, her dark tresses tickling his nose. “I’ve never been more sure, Son Gohan,” she reassured him.

“If it hurts, let me know. I don’t want to hurt you. It’s the last thing I want to do,” responded Gohan, more nervous than ever. He was about to do what he’d wanted to do for the longest time, and he was still just as nervous as ever. Gohan readied himself, and Videl spread her legs for him. I… here goes… I guess. And he let forth that first thrust, breaking Videl’s hymen and setting free a piercing scream from her. She was shaking and tears were falling from her eyes. When he looked down, he saw a small amount of blood. Oh god oh god oh god oh god I hurt her…. Raced through Gohan’s mind over and over again as he began to freak out. What had he done wrong? He thought he was doing everything right. He… He instinctively leaned forward and hugged her, kissed and caressed her face, but didn’t pull out. “Videl… I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry… We don’t have to continue….”

“Gohan… this is nat..ural… Don’t worry. It’ll subside… soon.” Videl smiled through her tears. She was still in pain, but she knew this was how things began. Unlike him she knew this was going to happen, but hadn’t told him for fear of scaring him even more. “Slowly Gohan. Continue slowly… you’ll see,” She softly encouraged.

Gohan was more nervous than ever. They’d barely begun, and already he’d hurt her, made her cry, made her bleed. He listened to her and slowly began to thrust once again. Videl continued to wince for what seemed like an hour to him, but she soon began doing it less and less. He relaxed and focused on what he was doing. He began to thrust faster and faster, and was soon caught up in his own pleasure. He pulled Videl closer, anything to go deeper within her body. She too, pulled him to her and kissed him; he began to kiss around her neck, nibbling at the tender flesh there. Each one was indulged in their own pleasure, but more so the experience they were having becoming one soul. Gohan could barely hear her moaning over his own. But he did her whispering his name…

Animalistic urges had overtaken Videl and the only thing she wanted was for Gohan to go deeper. She felt something building within her and didn’t realize what it was, but her climax was growing and Gohan was going faster and faster. It only seemed right to call out his name, this intense pleasure he gave her, satisfying her needs and desires. When she couldn’t take it anymore, she released, her own orgasm flowing over Gohan’s cock, spending the last of her energy. Just as she finished, however, Gohan climaxed, hot, sticky semen flowing into Videl’s womb. As he did so, he clamped down on the skin in Videl’s neck, piercing two holes there. He drank in the blood thirstily, ignoring the pained cries from Videl. These he did not listen to; Saiyan instinct took over completely here. Then, energy spent, he let her go. He barely caught himself with his arms, but sat up after doing pulling out and looked over at his new mate. She was nursing the bite on her shoulder, but stopped when she caught him glancing her way and blushed. He did the same in return, licking his lips and tasting the remains of her blood.

Gohan rubbed the back of his head, giving her a goofy grin. “Well… uh… like it?” He couldn’t think of anything else to say.

Videl smiled. Same old dork. “I loved it. Is this weird feeling inside my head the link? It just suddenly appeared. Yes was what she heard in her mind. She jumped at first, not realizing it was Gohan teasing her. He laughed at her. See? We can do this without anyone ever knowing. You’ll never have to worry again.

As Gohan looked over at Videl, he still couldn’t realize what he’d actually done. It was hard to believe, but Videl was finally his mate. It was everything he’d wanted and more. The girl of his dreams was now his in reality. And she’d be his until his dying day. Her naked form seemed all the more pleasing to the eye now that it was all his. No other man could do what he had done to her. It would mean nothing to her, especially as time wore on. The bond would grow stronger, something he didn’t tell her. In awhile, she might realize it on her own. For now, it was Gohan’s little secret. It seemed all the sweeter with the strawberry bushes in the background. He pulled her to him, taking her into his lap. Videl laid her head against his muscular chest, her arms wrapping lazily around his neck. Gohan couldn’t think of what he should do next, so he plucked a strawberry from the bush and offered Videl a bite. And so they spent the rest of the afternoon, eating strawberries amongst the bushes of sweet and sour and the tree of sorrow, time eternal for the couple. The future looked bright to them both, like a giant red strawberry.

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