Disclaimer: Dragonball Z belongs to Akira Toriyama and various other companies. This fanfic is only for fun.

Author's note: This fanfiction will contain lots of smut. I'm not exaggerating when I say 80% of this fanfic is unabashedly smut. There is a plot, and it can get quite angsty. So, you have been warned. If you do decide to read on, I hope you enjoy this fanfic and regardless of whether or not you liked it, if you would be so kind as to leave a review. Thank you.

Lastly, this story does tie into my main DBZ fanfiction, "Illumination." I don't want to spoil too much but let's just say, what happens in this fanfic fits into the future timeline on Earth that is featured in "Illumination." And, if you like my writing, please check out that fanfic - it is truly my labor of love. :]

And now... on with the show!

Revitalized

Prologue

Sweat dripped down Gohan's forehead, and he let out a heavy breath with each thrust. He could tell by the way Videl squirmed beneath him, by the way she gripped the sheets and her knuckles turned white, that she was close... again. Sometimes when it was too much for her, she would hold her breath, so he had to be careful. She'd already done that once and passed out, nearly scaring him to death.

He knew he should be careful, but he was frustrated. He wasn't getting anywhere against the androids, and after a horrific beating a few days ago, he needed to get some aggression out. As bad as it was to admit, sex was the perfect outlet for that frustration. And Videl, goddess that she was, was both strong enough to take it and liked it when he cut loose a little bit. It wasn't as if he was screwing her as a Super Saiyan, because that would surely kill her. But she allowed him to let out enough frustration, and give him enough hope to keep going forward. Hope... he thought he'd lost all of it until he found her.

Videl's hips quivered, her orgasm just out of reach. Gohan loved that he knew her body so well after such a short time together. She enjoyed teasing him and he loved to give it back just the same. He increased his pace slightly, and pressed up. Enough to create that glorious friction that he craved like a desert craved water.

Gohan gripped Videl's hips just a little tighter, and she cried out in a weak, breathy gasp. Let go, Gohan thought, hoping Videl could hear him. She instinctively tried to hold her pleasure in, as if enjoying what little life they could in a world like this was the gravest of sins. He always had to coax her. And whether it was his hands, his mouth or his cock, he seemed to somehow find a way to her release every time.

Now was no different. He pressed on, his own impending release flowing up from the pit of his stomach. Suddenly he felt it, when her muscles clamped down on him so intimately he could only assume that Kami had made them for each other, and she came. She held her breath again as her body shook with sweet release, and Gohan couldn't hold it in any longer. He'd meant to pull out, but it was like she had sucked him in and he couldn't fight back. His orgasm was powerful, and a chill ran up from the base of spine to his skull, straight to the pleasure-center of his brain. Gohan knew that coming inside Videl was a risk he shouldn't take, but a much more primal part of his brain prided itself on the act.

Gohan released Videl's hips and fell forward, propping himself up on his hands on either side of her shoulders. A bead of sweat rolled down his nose and clung to the tip before falling and landing in the valley between Videl's breasts. Gohan immediately wanted to dip down and lick it up, but resisted the urge to do so. Videl had told him early on that she didn't like "that mushy stuff" and so he hadn't even kissed her. He couldn't even lick her, as she felt that was too close to kissing. Well, except for there, but she never stopped him when his head fell between her legs. He wondered what his mother would think of him, laying with a woman whom he had never kissed. She would be so disappointed in her only son.

"Kami, Gohan... stop, st-stop," Videl tried to yell at him but it came out as a hoarse whisper. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, her right hand sitting back over her eyes which were closed. "Stop touching me," she finally managed, and pushed against his chest half-heartedly with her left hand.

Gohan wasn't hurt; after making her come four times in a mere thirty minutes, Videl was extremely sensitive at the moment. He'd learned with her that it was true, if a woman orgasmed too many times too closely together, her nerves would become overstimulated and any touch would become painful. So he complied, leaning back on his haunches to pull out of her. Gohan slowly slid out of her, a liquid mixture of both Videl's essence and his own following him. His chest swelled; that primitive side of him felt a huge surge of pride at the sight. Again, Gohan had to stop himself before he threw his face down and licked her clean; it would only serve to anger her, and he didn't want to do that. He didn't want to cause Videl any undue pain, either, and to fight the urge he sat back on the bed and looked away from her exposed center.

Several minutes later, once Videl had a chance to breathe and circulate oxygen to her brain, she finally sat up. She smirked at Gohan, and that smirk alone made him want to jump her once more. It didn't even matter if he couldn't get hard, he'd just use his hands. There was something so immensely satisfying about watching her writhe in pleasure that sometimes he didn't even care about himself.

"Not bad, Superman," she teased him, her smirk turning more into a lopsided smile. Her chest still rose and fell with deep breaths, and Gohan didn't miss the way her breasts swayed with each inhale and exhale. She finally pushed herself to sit up completely before turned and setting her feet on the floor. Videl hesitated a moment before she rose and walked toward the bedroom door, headed for the bathroom. That same primordial ego buried deep with Gohan found pleasure at the way her legs trembled as she walked. She had her back to him, and he couldn't help it; a small smirk appeared on his face.

When Videl reappeared after a shower, Gohan was laying back on the bed with his head on the pillows. He'd pulled on his boxers but nothing else. Videl had pulled her hair back into a long braid that ran down the center of her back, and dressed in a gray t-shirt and dark olive cargo pants.

"I've got to go out on patrol," she said as she approached the side of the bed. Videl sat down on the edge of the bed near Gohan's knees and reached down to the floor. She began pulling her boots on and lacing them up. "I'll see you later?" she asked, turning to her right to look at Gohan's face.

"Yeah," Gohan said, a goofy grin spreading across his face.

"Oh no," Videl laughed and shook her head. She stood up and turned to face Gohan. "Don't give me that face," she added.

"What face?" Gohan tried to ask innocently, but he still couldn't wipe the smile off of his face.

"That face," Videl intoned and nodded toward him. "The one that says that you like me," she explained."

"Well I do like you," Gohan countered, sitting up in the bed. "And I'm pretty sure that you like me, too," he finished.

"I like parts of you," Videl responded, unsuccessfully fighting back her own smile.

"Oh yeah?" Gohan leaned forward, closer to Videl. "Which parts?" he asked, taunting her.

Videl shook her head and laughed. "I'm not doing this right now with you. I've got to get going," she said and headed for the door. "Lock up when you let yourself out," she threw over her shoulder.

"Hey Videl," Gohan called out, the mirth falling from his voice.

She stopped in the doorway, her left hand on the frame as she looked back over her shoulder at him. "Yeah?" she asked, her face matching his more serious tone.

Gohan stared into her eyes, eyes that mesmerized him if he stared too long. "Be careful," he said softly, worry plainly etched onto his face. He knew he could never stop her from heading into danger, just the same as she would never be able to stop him. He respected that about her, it was a trait that drew him to her. Unfortunately, the longer their 'relationship' went on, the more he wanted to lock her away somewhere safe until he could finally defeat Seventeen and Eighteen.

Videl shot him a sad smile. "You too, Superman," she replied before heading out the door. A few moments later, he heard her leave and lock the front door behind her. Gohan sighed heavily. He used to hate it when she called him 'Superman,' but now he was dreading the days when she wasn't around to say it.

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-Silvia