Disclaimer: Dragon Ball Z, it's characters and likenesses, are all owned by Akira Toriyama and the creators of the animated series. The characters are used for my amusement and are not being written for money purposes.
Warning: this story is rated NC-17 for explicit sexual content.

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Désirs

A short story by ShaggyDiz

Fantasy One: Rooftops and Tabletops

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        “Please… right here?” she asked huskily.
        “I don't know… what happens if we're found?” Gohan asked. He was worried about the chance of being discovered in the classroom.
        “We won't. No one is left.” As she said that, her shirt fell to the floor.
        “Mr. Son…”
        “Are you sure?” Gohan asked, still nervous.
        “Mr. Son…”
        “I'm sure,” she said, pulling him in to an intoxicating kiss.
        “Mr. Son!” the teacher shouted this time, snapping the daydreaming teen out of his fantasy. He looked up at the board and blushed deeply in embarrassment.
        “I'm sorry,” he muttered.
        “You better be. Now, pay attention or I will write you up for a detention.” The teacher turned back to the board, taking the chalk in his hand and continuing to write on the black surface.
        I don't understand why this keeps on happening to me, Gohan thought to himself, referring to the daydream he had. He didn't understand why they occurred, or why they were so graphic at times.
        He couldn't blame himself though. It was the girl two seats to his right that was the subject of these fantasies.
        Videl tugged off his shirt, letting it fall to the ground. She resumed kissing him while rubbing her hands up and down his muscular arms.
        He shook his head. I have to stop thinking of this. I've barely talked to her in the three weeks I've been here. It had been three weeks since he arrived, and in that time, Gohan had only spoken to Videl on a few occasions, usually for homework, or the occasional invite to lunch. He found her to be quite stubborn though, and that was the primary reason why he rarely talked to her.
        It was also the reason why these fantasies existed.
        She pushed him down on the desk, straddling his waist and still pushing her lips against his. Videl stopped after a few minutes of this, pushing her body up so it was upright. She reached around her back and unclasped her bra, sliding the piece of clothing down her arms and letting it drop to the floor.
        “You like?” she asked, pushing herself slightly forward for extra effect.
        “Yeah,” Gohan responded in a tiny voice.
        “Good.” Videl came back down on top of Gohan, kissing him once again.
        “Miss Satan!” the teacher shouted out, catching Gohan's attention. He snapped his head up to see the old man staring harshly at Videl.
        “What is it?” she asked.
        “I'm writing you up for a detention. If you people think you can get away with fazing in and out of lectures, then I'm afraid you'll have serious trouble with me.” He looked back and forth between her and Gohan. “Mr. Son will join you in detention, since it's apparent that he likes to not pay attention as well.”
        To his right, Gohan could hear Videl curse silently. Why would she curse? Is it the fact that she has the detention, or because she has it with me? He turned his head slightly, seeing that Videl was looking at the board. Before he turned back, he saw a hint of a blush on her face.

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        Gohan stood on the rooftop, looking out into the city. It was a clear sky that day, with the sun beaming down around him. Behind him, the door opened. Videl came up to him and looked straight into his eyes.
        “What do you want?” he asked her, curious.
        “You,” she said without hesitation.
        “Me?” Gohan asked, blinking. He was surprised next by the sudden kiss from Videl. She pushed him back against one of the exhaust vents, placing a hand on his crotch and feeling him through his pants.
        “You know, if you don't stop daydreaming like this, you'll never get out of detention,” a voice whispered from his right.
        “Huh?” He looked over, seeing Videl sitting there with a book in her hand.
        “You were out of it again, and that old geezer was about to walk up and smack some sense into you.” Gohan looked down to the desk, then around the classroom, seeing it completely empty. “He went out to get something from the janitor's closet,” she continued.
        “I see… what's he getting there?”
        “I'm not really sure, but I think it's safe to say that he wants us to clean.”
        “Oh,” he nodded. Gohan leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes and reopening them into his fantasy…
        She loosened his belt buckle, letting the clasps fall to the side. She undid his pants button after that before carefully tugging the zipper down and letting his pants fall to the floor. Videl did all this while still pressing her lips on his.
        “Wait,” Gohan said, pushing Videl off slightly. “What is someone comes up here?”
        She smirked. “You have to be dangerous once in a while Gohan.”
        “I know,” he responded, nodding. “I just… I don't know…”
        “Here,” she said, helping him up completely (he was leaning against the vent the entire time) before walking him around to the other side of the vent. She pushed him back against the vent and stood in front of him. “Better? At least no one will open up the door to our little performance.”
        “That's… better,” he said, though he was still nervous.
        “Good… now sit back and relax,” she said, kissing him once again, all the while removing his underpants.
        “What are you dreaming about?” Videl asked him, bringing him out of his fantasy.
        He looked over to her, seeing that she had a curious – though stubborn look – on her face.
        “Stuff,” he said.
        She broke the kiss, sliding down his body before ending up on her knees, taking his shaft into her small hands.
        “How does this 'stuff' warrant a detention?” Videl asked him.
        Slowly, she slid her mouth over his head, moving up and down on it. His moans of pleasure muted out the soft slurping sounds.
        “I… I really can't say this. It's too embarrassing,” Gohan responded, shame flowing through him.
        “So… good,” he muttered. His eyes were clenched shut, trying to hold out against Videl's mouth. She soon took him in deeper, taking half of his length inside her mouth.
        “What? Is it some strange sex fantasy?” she whispered to him, seeing that the teacher had returned.
        “Don't… stop.” By now, she has taken in three-quarters of his penis.
        Gohan looked over at her, shock written over his face. Videl nodded. “That's the reason why I'm here.”
        Videl looked up at him, seeing that he was quickly losing control of himself. She wrapped her arms around his thighs, being ready to steady him when he let go.
        “I was detention once last year as well for the same reason. The person in my dreams didn't have a face though.” She looked over to him and gazed into his eyes. “Tell me: who is in yours?”
        “I'm… going to…” He never finished his statement, for he had reached his peak, arching his back against the vent and pushing more of himself into Videl. He exploded in her mouth and nearly collapsed onto the roof. Videl kept him on his feet though. She still had him in her mouth, as she swallowed every last bit of semen he released.
        “I-I… I can't say. I'm sorry.”
        Videl kept him in her mouth until he was completely soft. Slowly, she stood up and wrapped her arms under his, carefully sitting him on the roof.
        She smiled. “Shameful, huh?” She looked back down at the teacher, seeing that the old man was looking over various assignments. “You don't have to tell me,” Videl whispered, “I know who it is.” She blushed slightly, putting her arms on her desk and laying her head on top of it.
        “Did you like that?” Videl asked him after he got his breath back. She was sitting to his right, keeping an arm around his back.
        “You… know?” he asked, confused. Gohan looked forward again, making sure to keep his eyes off of her. A blush rode up on his face, turning him completely red.
        “It was good,” Gohan said after a moment. He turned to look at her, letting a smile set on his face.
        “It's all over your face,” she said nonchalantly. Keeping her head on her arms, Videl turned to face Gohan. “You can ask me, you know. I'll tell you.”
        “I'm glad you enjoyed it,” Videl said, kissing him lightly on the lips before leaning her head on his shoulder.
        “Okay,” Gohan whispered. He turned his head completely to look at her. “Whom did you dream about?”
        Videl smiled. She leaned forward, coming up to the side of his face. Her answer came in one word:
        “You.”

The end.

Author's notes: hmm… strange, huh? I guess I wanted to try something different for a change, and this was the result. I got the idea from reading other fantasy stories, and thus, this is the product of that inspiration. The basic idea to the fantasy was to show Gohan being somewhat passive – but wanting – to Videl's actions. I don't think I did that much to Videl's character in the real world, but then again, people are different when they are with that other person. I kept her slightly stubborn, yet also wanting to have that little unrequited crush on Gohan. A wee bit fuzzy, but it's unavoidable. I'm not sure whom I'll write next, as the DBZ universe is such an expansive one.

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