(DBZ) What Once was Lost

Spotting the bar through the crowd of people, Gohan weaved a way around the dance floor and sat on one of the six stools that lay adjacent to it. Waiting for the otherwise occupied bartender to come to him, he let his eyes idly wander the room. It was pleasant enough, but there was something about the place that just made him feel uncomfortable. It reminded him of being in school in some respects, too many people cramped inside a closed environment was far from settling for a quiet country boy from the mountains; and this time he didn't have Videl to make him feel better about it.

"Mojito please." Gohan said when the bartender finally came to him, remembering Yamcha's last piece of advice. Although not initially sure what exactly a 'Bacardi Mojito' was, he figured it was worth a try if the man thought it was excellent. What he got however was something that looked like ice-water with a plant leaf floating inside but smelt strongly like Master Roshi did sometimes.

Passing the bartender his ID, he was about to pay for the drink but the bartender refused his money, saying his ticket exempted him of payment as a personal friend of Mr Yamcha. The news put him in a slightly better frame of mind as he took back the card then brought the perspiring glass to his lips and took a sip of the alcohol. It burned his throat on the way down and settled in his stomach like waves of fire as he broke out in a coughing fit. It reminded him of something Krillen had given him once on Kami Island but that had not been half as strong as this was. However its taste was not displeasing and he took another swig of the Bacardi as he swivelled around on the stool to face the dance floor.

In the distance he could see a group of girls entering the lounge, their brightly coloured dresses contrasted distinctly with the sombre shades of grey, blue and black that were donned by the rest of the VIPs and made it all too easy for Gohan's keen eyes to pick them up in the crowd. Like a predator hidden in long grass, he watched as they moved to one of the tables. He could see four; the first three made no impression on him, but the fourth, there was something about her that he just couldn't place. She had dark black hair that was styled in a slightly spiked style and was wearing a red eye-mask that hid the majority of her face but went very nicely with her sexy red halter-neck dress. The garment cut off at her knees but it was more than enough to stir a forgotten longing within him.

Watching closely as a waiter went over to the girls' table; a deep growl suddenly reverberating through throat as the man began flirting outrageously with the girl in the red mask. Making a mental note to ask Yamcha whether he thought that sort of behaviour was professional; he continued to watch the spectacle and smiled when the girl turned down the waiter's advances and then sent him away. Gohan watched the retreating waiter for a moment before turning his gaze back to the girls. It was clear the other were giving the girl with the red mask a talking to, probably suggesting that she should have taken the man's offer. The waiter returned to their table a moment later with their drinks but this time he did not bother flirting and was gone once the girls had accepted their drinks.

Smiling as the man scurried away like a whipped dog, he took another sip of his Mojito and was about to look away when all four of the girls suddenly got up from the table and sauntered onto the dance floor. There was a fast song playing on the speakers and they began to dance feverously to its tune, causing more heads than just Gohan's to turn. It seemed that just about every male in the room had noticed the group and the few unattached individuals there were had already begun gathering around them. However, it seemed that the girl in the red mask was not fond of the crowd and pushed her way clear of the clustering males and moved to another end of the dance floor; the end which just so happened to be on Gohan's side of the lounge.

Unable to tear his eyes away, Gohan licked his rapidly drying lips and watched as the masked girl seemed to become lost in the music; her body's enticing sway stirring feelings within him that had only been drawn out by one other. His feeling of loss suddenly forgotten, he found himself wanting to go over to her. Needing one last bit of courage, he picked up the glass and finished his first and least ever Mojito before standing up and walking over to the dancing girl. He could hear his heart thundering in his cheat like a heavy drum as he approached her, his normally stern courage faltering. He was afraid but also excited at the same time and he did his best to look normal as he came up behind her.

"Can't you just take a hint?" The girl suddenly yelled, before spinning around to face the teen. "I'm not interes..." She stopped speaking when she saw Gohan.

Reality came crashing back on the hybrid like he were being hit on the head by a sledge hammer, his eyes widening as he took in the all-too familiar features beneath the mask. They'd been hidden from him before, but now when he and she were standing toe-to-toe he could see that the Girl's eyes were of the deepest shades of blue, mirroring the clear waters of the Sargasso Sea as she looked up at him. He would never forget those eyes..."Gohan."

"Videl."

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Slightly tipsy from all her Rum and coke cocktails, Videl was feeling a little more open to the idea of dancing. However, uncomfortable with such a strong male presence surrounding her, she had quickly moved away from Erasa's throng and found herself a quieter space on the dance floor. She wanted to lose herself in the music, to forget the pain and loneliness that had consumed her life and be carried away on the erratic tempo.

She wasn't that impressed by the lounge, or the club for that matter. It was too loud and crowded and made her feel claustrophobic. Everywhere she could feel eyes on her; predatory stares that watched her with lustful hunter, like they were wolves watching a helpless doe that'd lost the safety of her herd. Her herd, she'd never thought of Gohan as her herd but that was exactly what he was, her herd. He was her safety and her love and her life. Without him, she felt alone and at the mercy of those she would normally regard with disdain.

Fortunately, the vast majority had been kept on a tight lead by their dates and only the waiter who'd brought their drinks had had the guts to ask her to dance. Videl had sent the man away but he'd been persistent, only when she finally threatened to introduce his face to her fist did he scurry away like a whipped dog. She may have felt insecure but she'd be damned if she'd let some punk walk all over her and just the thought of that crawly swine made her shiver. And in that instant she felt someone approaching her. Guessing it was the damn waiter trying his luck again, she turned without really thinking.

"Can't you just take a hint? I'm not interes..." She stopped dead in mid-sentence as she saw that this was defiantly not the scrawny waiter. Standing before her was quite clearly the apex of human evolution. He stood at least 6 foot 4 and his finely tailored rich all black suit did little to hide the finely chiselled muscles beneath the fabric. His hair was black and naturally spiky with one lock falling forward to brush against the eye mask while his chin was strong and unblemished by stubble. As she looked up, her heart almost stopped as she noted his eyes. They were the darkest shade of black she had ever witnessed, deep soul filled eyes that had more beauty in their depths than any twinkling diamond. There was only one man who had eyes like these.

Gohan." She whispered, her heart beating so loudly she was surprised he couldn't hear it. Could it really be him? What would Gohan be doing here? Did have a date? Videl couldn't help feeling sick at the last notion. Although she couldn't, and wouldn't, blame Gohan for moving on after what she'd done to him, the idea of some other girl having him was more than she could stand.

"Videl." He responded, clearly as surprised as she was. Yet Videl couldn't tell if he was pleased to see her. For several moments, a long silence existed between them but then the lounge's atmosphere began to change as a new song stated to play on the speakers. Its tune was different, low sombre notes being occasionally perforated by deep booms that reached out and enveloped them. "Would you like to dance?"

Videl looked up at him in disbelief, not sure whether or not to believe her ears. However there was no lie in Gohan's eyes as he opened his arms to her and she could deny the girlish smile that spread across her lips as she gladly accepted his invitation and then nothing else in the world seemed to matter.

Is it true what they say, Are we too blind to find a way? Fear of the unknown cloud our hearts today. Come into my world, See through my eyes. Try to understand, Don't want to lose what we have

We've been dreaming But who can deny, It's the best way of living Between the truth and the lies

See who I am, Break through the surface. Reach for my hand, Let's show them that we can Free our minds and find a way. The world is in our hands, This is not the end.

Fear is withering the soul At the point of no return. We must be the change We wish to see. I'll come into your world, See through your eyes. I'll try to understand, Before we lose what we have.

We just can't stop believing Cause we have to try. We can rise above Their truth and their lies.

See who I am, Break through the surface. Reach for my hand, Let's show them that we can Free our minds and find a way. The world is in our hands,

They were dancing hand in hand and way off the song's tempo. Guided by her love's strong arms, Videl felt as if she was floating across the dance floor. She wished they could stay like this forever, her heart fluttering as Gohan looked down at her and smiled a genuine smile that touched every part of her. This was what she wanted and she would forsake the whole world to keep it. Without saying a word, she reached up and curled her fingers through the thick black locks of his hair and dragged his head down so that their lips met. Suddenly hungry for his touch, she let out a soft moan as his powerful tongue swept into her orifice and found her tongue in a dance that mirrored that of their bodies.

See who I am, Break through the surface. Reach for my hand, Let's show them that we can Free our minds and find a way. The world is in our hands, This is not the end.

I hear the silence Preaching my blame. Will our strength remain If their power reigns?

See who I am, Break through the surface. Reach for my hand, Let's show them that we can Free our minds and Find a way. The world is in our hands,

See who I am, Break through the surface. Reach for my hand, Let's show them that we can Free our minds and Find a way. The world is in our hands,

This is not the end,

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The club's deluxe suite on the club's top most floor slid open with a click of the electric locking/opening mechanism and using his shoe to finish the job; Gohan almost kicked the door clean off its hinges as he carried Videl into the room. It was a fabulous suite, richly adorned with expensive wood furniture, passionate colours disguised the sound-proofed walls and expertly designed stone features of rutting couples. A dark leather sofa was positioned in front of a flat-screen TV and a make shift kitchen complete with wine bar and mini-fridge had been set up on the far side; but what really caught the Saiyan's eye was the lavish King size bed that took up the centre of the room.

Candles were already lit and scattered around the suite, their glow giving the room a romantic atmosphere whilst he carried her to the bed, miraculously managing to keep his balance as their tongues danced a fiery tango. He held her like a newlywed husband carrying his bride over the threshold; his senses flooded by the flavours he never thought to taste again as they devoured one another in a fit of passion.

Their masks were gone, lost somewhere back in the corridor. However, neither he nor she could have cared less about the missing decorations as they began wantonly making up for lost time. Her fingers were pushing at the fabric of his jacket, trying desperately to remove the offending article without interrupting his lips. It was a difficult task but eventually she managed to push the thing down his broad shoulders and then to the floor without a moment's thought for the dry-cleaning only label that was sown to the inside.

Their tongues danced until the need to breath grew too great for them to ignore and they slowly parted. Nose to nose, they stared deeply into one another's eyes before he at last whispered. "I love you." However, before she could respond he purposefully dropped her onto the bed. She gave him a reproachfully look once she stooped bouncing but hadn't the time to say something because he leant over her and captured her lips in a silencing kiss a moment later. Forgetting her protests, she wrapped her arms and legs around him in a tight embrace.

A shiver ran down Videl's spine when Gohan's hands reached beneath her dress and began massaging the full orbs of her backside. His callused hands were rough against her skin, causing goose-bumps too spill across her body as her nerves were teased into a delirious state. She could feel Gohan smile as his fingers hooked under the elastic of her underwear and began tugging it down her milky white thighs. The garment was soaked; she could feel it clinging to her body like a second skin as Gohan drew it down and off her body.

"My...my Videl..." He teased, having broken the kiss to look at the soaked garment but was unable to keep the smile from his lips when he saw her sexy red thong. She wanted to tell him to knock it off but when he brought the soaked lace to his nose and breathed in a deep breath, inhaling the musky scent of her arousal, all she could do was blush. Taking advantage of her distraction, he quickly discarded the ruined undergarment and swooped down to attack her neck.

"Oh Gohan!" moaned Videl, her back arching into his hard chest as he nipped at her sensitive neck with his sharpened fangs. He wasn't biting her hard enough to draw blood; instead his teeth were focusing on her sweet spots as his lips applied a gentle suction that would be sure to leave very obvious marks in the morning.

He nipped at her nerves with liquid fire and distracted by her own pleasure, Videl never noticed Gohan looking up at her. He'd always loved watching her, to see the look of pleasure in her half lidded eyes as he made her crumble into divine puddles of ecstasy with just the smallest of acts. There was nothing better as far as Gohan was concerned. 'Well maybe not nothing...'

She didn't resist when he trailed down to the base of her swan like neck or protest to his ministrations as he ravaged the ridge of her collar bone. He knew just how to touch her, just how to tease her, and Gohan delighted in ensuring she knew it as he moved down to the swells of her full ivory bosom while his hands pressed against her inner thighs. The callous skin of his battle worn hands exciting her tender flesh whilst he pushed her legs further apart, giving him room to move as he pushed the weight of his heavy arousal against her bare sex; the wet heat of her desire reaching through the fabric of his trousers to engulf his phallus in her warmth as she gasped in delight.

"Gohan...Oh...that feels so good!" Videl gasped, her eyes widening in ecstasy when she felt the immense weight of Gohan's desire pressing into her. It felt larger than she remembered and the thought of it being inside her sent shockwaves through her body. However, she wanted to do something for her lover first. She wanted to make up for what she'd done to him; to say in some way that she was sorry for what she'd put them both through.

It wasn't easy but she managed to clear her mind of the fog of pleasure and then rolled them both over, pinning the much larger Saiyan beneath her with a look that told he'd stay where he was if he knew what was good for him. She only smiled at his reproachful look before leaning down and giving him a soft, reassuring kiss that promised all would be made clear soon enough. Fighting his raging desire to rip that damn tempting dress from her then and there, he gave an obedient nod and then watched in agony as she lifted herself off him while a seductively evil look sent a shiver down his spine.

As she kept her eyes looked to his, her angelic fingers began working on his belt buckle, threading the length of leather through the ring before blindly toying with the straining buttons of his trousers. The damp fabric looked like it was about to burst open, the bulge of Gohan's fully erect shaft all but ripping it as the column of flesh tried desperately to get free of its bindings. Giggling like a school girl, she reached into the open waistband and closed her fingers around as much of the thick length as she could. It felt just as wonderful as she remembered and she couldn't resist gently rubbing the quivering shaft.

Her touch made him groan out in delirium, the deep vocals echoing around the suit as she drew his arousal out of the trousers tight confines. The sight of Gohan's arousal made Videl's loins burn with liquid desire and she spent a moment drinking in the sight of it, admiring the erection's spectacular girth as she sunk to her knees before him. Ensuring she had his complete attention, she slowly licked her lips so that'd glisten in the low candle light while at the same time vigorously stroking his throbbing cock.

Paralysed by her motions, Gohan thought he might go mad less his lover stop teasing him with these damn antics. He could feel her lithe fingers moving over the stretched skin, rubbing it in every way but the way he wanted her to. She was looking him dead in the eye as her glossy red lips moved with speech but the blood was pumping so loud in his ears that even his Saiyan ears could barely catch a word she said. However all those pains vanished the moment he felt her lips on him.

Knowing full well what her touch must be doing to him, she took her time so that her lust clouded eyes were twinkling as she finally kissed its weeping tip; her tongue sneaking out to trace invisible patterns across the sensitive ridges. The musky sent of his desire was flooding her mind, the thick spicy aroma goading her on as she ran her tongue over the pulsing shaft's tip and sides like it were some delicious ice-cream cone she was enjoying. But it was not enough, she wanted more and whilst her hand continued to massage his length, her glossy red lips parted and she took him into her mouth.

Feeling the sudden wash of heat suddenly engulfing the bulbous head of his arousal, Gohan couldn't help but moan out. His strong hands fisting in the expensive bed sheets as her hot orifice engulfed him in its warmth and he couldn't help but buck his hips up in surprise when he felt her teeth scraping so wonderfully over his shaft's velvety tip.

Although he was at least 7½ inches in length, Videl managed to take more than half of him in. Her glistening red lips sliding over his soft skin as she took all of him in that she could, her soft tongue lasciviously stroking the bulbous head's sensitive underside. She had yet to begin but already Gohan was lost in the sensations she was sending through him and he was fighting against the need to buck up into her mouth.

"Oh Kami...Videl!" He gasped, throwing his head back in pleasure as he felt her relaxing her throat to take him deeper before withdrawing until only the head was held between her lips and then she repeated the movement. At first she moved with a deliberate slowness, her head bobbing up and down his length at a teasing speed, but as she took more and more of him into her throat with every stroke, her motions began to grow faster.