Maintaining
By Pixelgoddess
Warnings: Yaoi, Yuri. Smut. Violence, rape, angst, sap. A Goku that started out cheerful,
but is now as angst-filled as Vegeta. A nice dyke Chichi.
Pairings: Goku/Vegeta, Radditz/Vegeta, Chichi/OC. (Okay, okay, I don't like original
characters either, but I think you will forgive me. Besides, she won't mess with your
favorite Saiyans at all.) Maybe some other pairs if the mood strikes me.
Summary: Vegeta's life has begun to fall apart, his control slipping away. Will Goku be
able to help him hold on, or will he become another victim of Vegeta's past? Yaoi - G/V,
R/V, Yuri - CC/OC
Disclaimer: Of course I don't own them. Honestly. How could you think that? I am a
goddess, not an extremely wealthy Japanese man.
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Chapter 23 - Ties
Rezu came behind Chichi, wrapping her arms around her waist and resting her chin on her
shoulder. Chichi sighed as she watched her son fly away.
"Is he going to be okay?" Rezu asked.
"I hope so. He never seems to be really happy any more," Chichi said sadly.
"He's always been a serious kid. I don't think he's made to be cheerful like Goten
and Goku are. "
"Oh, I know. That would be okay - I understand that. What I can't understand - and
I've tried - is this need he has to hide who he is."
"But he doesn't - I mean he hangs out with Piccolo and all..." Rezu gently
pushed her into a chair and began massaging her back.
"Maybe the shifting back and forth makes it worse. I think he would be much happier
if he admitted to himself he is not all human - that he is half Saiyan."
"I've suggested he talk to someone before. Should I bring it up again? I know some
good counselors," Rezu said, rubbing Chichi's shoulders.
Chichi let her head roll forward as deft fingers worked at relieving the stress.
"I've tried too. He won't go. At least he has Piccolo to talk to."
She sighed.
"I still think I helped cause a lot of his problems. I never made him stand up for
himself - I didn't make him tell Goku he didn't want to fight. So he kept getting thrown
into situations he wasn't prepared to deal with - and everyone keeps expecting so much
from him."
"So he hides what he can do so they won't expect so much? That would explain the
costume - they expect heroic deeds from Saiyaman, not Gohan - and he can choose what
Saiyaman deals with."
"I could kick Bulma's ass for making that damn suit. He had finally started to settle
down - he was even willing to use his power occasionally - then *BAM* - she gives him a
way to hide again," Chichi muttered, clenching her fists.
"She really did think she was helping, baby. She didn't know everything that had
happened. I doubt Vegeta would have told her."
"Hmmm....speaking of Vegeta...are you going to be okay?" Chichi turned her head
to look over her shoulder at her lover.
Rezu blinked, surprised at the question.
"Sure. Why wouldn't I be?"
Chichi took her hand and pulled her around to sit on her lap.
"I was just wondering. He nearly killed you, after all," she said, stroking the
blonde's hair.
"It was an accident. And you gave me one of those beans - which are gross, by the
way. I'm fine."
"I just wanted to be sure - otherwise things could get kind of awkward."
"No problems on my end. I'm kind of worried he'll be pissed at me, though," she
said, resting her head on Chichi's shoulder.
"Why would he be mad at you?"
"I don't know - but you can't always guess what he is going to do. I mean - he
over-reacted to the whole thing. It wasn't normal. It kind of makes me wonder..."
"What?"
"I wonder if Goku knows why.,,'cause - well I...what if he reacted that way because
he was...he had been...molested himself when he was a kid?"
Chichi suddenly remembered her conversation with Goku. If Rezu's guess was right, then he
already knew. And if she knew Vegeta, he wouldn't want anyone to know.
"Oh baby, you can't say anything to him!"
"I won't. I'm not sure anyway - it's just that I kind of freaked out too, after I was
attacked. I could be wrong - it is just a theory, after all."
They sat in silence, Rezu nuzzling Chichi's neck, Chichi stroking her hair.
Finally Chichi said, "I've had a depressing enough evening - let's talk about nicer
things."
Rezu sat up and grinned at her before pecking her on the nose.
"Yeah - we are wasting peaceful, childless hours here. Don't forget, my shift at the
station starts tomorrow."
"How could I forget? I was busy making your bribe meal for the rest of the
crew."
Rezu laughed.
"I thought dinner was a fair payment for them to switch shifts around so I could stay
home with you and the kids this week."
"I'm not complaining. They always enjoy my food."
"They are so jealous of me. You cook better than anyone we know."
"It's all packed up ready for you to take with you. But we haven't discussed your
fee," she said with a grin before sucking on Rezu's bottom lip.
"What form of payment would you like?" Rezu purred.
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Chichi grinned at her prisoner. Rezu was naked, black satin keeping her hands above her
head and legs tied spread-eagle on the bed, a red silk blind-fold around her eyes.
She currently sat quietly in a chair at the foot of the bed, contemplating her next move.
So far she had done nothing but silently bind her girlfriend, and now she was just
waiting...
Chichi still couldn't get over how beautiful she was, especially when she was wonderfully
helpless like this. Rezu was already straining slightly at the ties, that lovely little
belly moving as she shifted, trying to anticipate Chichi's moves. It wasn't time
yet...Rezu's breathing was still under control - she hadn't reached that shaky,
breathlessly waiting stage.
Chichi just watched, fingers teasing her own nipples, licking her lips as she pictured the
sounds her lover would soon be making. Already Rezu's golden brown nipples were hardening
- perfect. Another minute passed before shee heard that anticipated quiver. She continued
to gaze - it was still too soon. She trailed down to her already wet pussy - she stroked
herself, coating her fingers. Chichi grinned and licked her fingers clean - now.
Rezu began to make tiny whimpering noises, her breath getting erratic and jumpy. She loved
and hated this waiting. The feeling of being so helpless - every time they did this there
was that tiny little fear that burned in her belly. But even better was the euphoria of
not being in control - knowing that her lover would do nothing that wouldn't bring her
pleasure.
But it seemed like forever since she had felt her touch, and she craved sensation. She
wanted to beg - plead - for contact, but knew that doing so would just delay it. Rezu
pulled on her restraints, enjoying the feeling of confinement. She was already wet,
anticipating, and arched her back with a groan.
Rezu was deafened by the sound of her own breathing and couldn't hear Chichi. She was
about to start begging when something soft brushed down her arm, making her gasp in shock
at the contact. She shivered as she was gently stroked, pausing for a moment in her
sensitive armpit, continuing down her side, whispering over her hip, down her thigh. She
couldn't silence her whimper as the touch slid under her leg, tickling behind her knee,
her toes curling as they were teased.
Chichi smirked and continued stroking her lover with the feather, grazing it over her
quivering stomach, between her breasts, against her neck. Rezu writhed and groaned. She
knew what the blonde wanted - not this torturously light touch - she wanted fingers and
hands, tongue and lips.
She continued to tease Rezu, the feather circling but never touching her nipples, gliding
down to dip into her navel, making her cry out. She loved how her voice quavered, her
begging words fading into helpless gasps. She brushed the feather over the bottom of
Rezu's foot and she jerked against her restraints, whimpering.
Rezu pulled and twisted at her bonds, trying to avoid the torturously light touch. It was
too much - it wasn't enough. Still her lover kept grazing over her skin, teasing her but
not providing the contact she craved.
"Pleeeaaase," she mewled, bucking her hips, arching her back. "Touch
m-ahh!' she cried when the feather quickly dragged through her damp curls, brushing over
her clit, then vanishing.
Gone. It was gone again. She could barely hear Chichi's deep breaths over her own sharp
pants. But that feather had stopped torturing her. She listened for a clue of what was
coming next, struggling to get control over her breathing.
She could hear her heart beating as she waited, wondering what would be next. Her fingers
curled and twitched as she lay there...just...waiting. The room became silent again and
still there was nothing. That tiny fear that she had been left alone flickered through her
mind, then vanished as she shrieked when something cold dripped over her nipples.
Chichi groaned at the sight of Rezu writhing and twisting, struggling for contact. She
continued to drip the flavored oil over her throat, down her belly, watching it slide over
her thighs and hips. The blonde strained her hips up, her pussy wet, begging to be stroked
and entered.
She couldn't delay any more - she had to touch this skin stretched out before her. Chichi
slid her hand through the oil coating Rezu's belly, fingers gliding down to trace her
sides. She gave a throaty chuckle as Rezu twisted and pushed against her hand, making
wordless pleas.
This feeling was intoxicating - being in total control - knowing that her lover relied on
her, trusted her, needed her to give her this pleasure. When Rezu was helpless like this,
she needed Chichi to make her scream.
She began stroking the heated flesh, fingers ticking, palms soothing. She cupped and
squeezed Rezu's breasts, thumbing her nipples to hardness. Rezu was panting and gasping;
wordlessly whimpering for her lover.
Rezu was beyond thought, beyond reason. Chichi had begun kissing and licking her body,
sucking and nibbling on her nipples. The heat of her mouth was everywhere, devouring her.
She had lost all control, curving and straining, her body begging for more. When fingers
pressed against her lips, she opened her mouth, sucking on them, tasting Chichi's juices.
Chichi moaned with pleasure and she answered with a hungry groan of her own.
She felt the bed move and then she could smell heat as her lover brought her pussy to her
mouth. Rezu was overcome with need to feast and flicked her tongue over Chichi's swollen
clit. She heard a gasp for air and sucked on it, gently biting until Chichi buried her
fingers in her hair. Rezu lifted her head and buried her nose in the musky curls, sliding
her tongue through her juices.
Rezu was in ecstasy, Chichi's rhythmically moaning and thrusting against her face as she
took her. She sucked harder, her own hips thrusting against air as Chichi began the wail
that told her she was coming. Rezu fucked her with her tongue until Chichi shuddered and
screamed her name.
Chichi finally moved down, covering her trembling, hungry lover with her body. She let her
weight press Rezu to the bed, sliding her leg between her outstretched thighs. When she
buried her tongue in Rezu's mouth her helpless love sucked on it, groaning.
Her journey downward was torturous - she wanted to spend hours, but knew that Rezu was
nearly mad with need. Words had long since failed her and now she only made whimpering
cries and sounds pleading for her lover to finish.
Chichi slid a hand down to rest on her clit, caressing and rubbing it. Rezu pushed against
her and she rubbed harder. She trailed her tongue over her breasts, around her nipples,
over her quivering stomach.
Chichi slid her fingers in, slickness coating them. She buried her face in Rezu's pussy,
breathing her in. Rezu cried out, shuddering at the rhythm of the fingers stroking her.
Chichi lapped the honey-sweet juices, savoring them, licking with abandon, showing no
mercy. She could feel Rezu's muscles tightening, grasping her tongue.
Rezu gained her voice enough to cry out Chichi's name as she arched her back, orgasm
washing through her, consuming her.
Breathless minutes later, she felt the bonds loosen and Chichi began gently massaging her
wrists and ankles, making sure she hadn't been hurt. The blindfold was removed and she
stared up into dark eyes, smiling and sated. Rezu didn't move as Chichi leaned closer,
kissing her.
Chichi stroked her lover's cheek, and then pulled her close, breathing in her scent. She
loved Rezu so much it was hard to breathe when she thought about her. ::I'm going to
marry this woman.::
TBC
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Notes - Grrr - A drunken bimbo can haul off and get married to some guy at the drop of a
hat and get divorced the next day - but that is okay and the sanctity of marriage is
protected. But a couple who has been together for a decade can't get married and protect
each other from their psycho families if one of them gets sick. We live in a screwed up
country - but we are going to change the rules. Equality is for everyone - Marriage = love
+ love. (*Climbs down from soapbox.*)