"I can't do this anymore Gohan. Pan is a grown up I am sure she will understand."
Videls word's echoed in Gohans head as he sat on the bed they had once shared. He repetitively ran his thumb over the side of is wedding band, it was bumpy because it was engraved and a sort of soothing motion. Gohan had to learn some soothing practices over his life since he often allowed his emotions to control him. After a moment Gohan stopped stroking it and held the ring up to his face. Due to their how big of nerds they had been and a little bit of over excitement, their rings had been engraved with an homage to the Saiya Squad. Saiya Squad Forever –G&V
Where had that gone? Were they too quick to get married? Should they have waited? Gohan was not sure if his guilt in this was founded. People usually blamed themselves when they were getting divorced, but was he really at fault. Videl had called him many things during their last fight and currently he felt like all of them. Gohan frowned and rose from the bed that was no longer his. He then left the familiar room and headed outside to load boxes.
Bulla walked aimlessly down the familiar road that she had visited many times in her childhood. It was odd to think, but Bulla was sure she had much better memories in Satan City than that of her home West City. Today she was here because she was supposed to have dinner with her friend Pan. However her mother had a full day so instead of bringing her in the evening she had dropped her off around noon. So far she had managed to dawdle four hours away.
A short time passed and Bulla found herself at the end of the long driveway that led to where Pan still lived with her parents. Much to her surprise there was what appeared to be a moving van in the driveway. Walking around the side Bulla was met with a view of Pan's father. Son Gohan was a hulking mass compared to the males in her own family. Though they were usually hidden under a button up shirt, today Gohans muscles were being accentuated by a tight white tee shirt and he had on a pair of orange sweat pants. Strangely he was lacking his ever present glasses making his black eyes stand out more than any of the ones she had seen, much more than Pan or Gotens.
"Hey Gohan! What are you doing?" Bulla asked as she walked closer to him.
Gohan turned and smiled as a small blue haired young woman approached him. Bulla Breifs was clad in a black pair of skinny jeans and a white tee shirt. Her looks were very similar to that of her mothers, but they differed enough causing Bulla to be slightly more attractive than Bulma was in her prime, at least in Gohans opinion. She was not only the daughter of a close family friend, but she was also very good friends with his daughter Pan. It was because of this that Gohan was a little bit surprised that the girl was out of the loop. Gohan set down the box that he was holding as the girl came closer. Him and Videl had not been doing well for a while. He was sure it was his own fault, yet nothing he did made it any better. He had stopped training so that he could spend more time with their child and more time supporting their family. Instead of getting their own place he had been content to live with her father because that was what she wanted. And now here he was, loading boxes of useless books into the back of a moving van.
"Oh, uhm, well Videl kinda told me to get my stuff and get out." Gohan responded with shrug.
"Oh, really? I'm sorry to hear that." Bulla said taken aback. "Uh why do all those boxes say books?"
"The only thing I ever really bought were the books, the rest of the stuff Mr. Satan bought, so nothing is mine but the books." He responded sheepishly.
"Well, uhm want some help?" Bulla asked offering out her arms.
"Uh the boxes aren't exactly light." Gohan said examining the girls soft small frame.
"I think you forget that I am just as much a Saiyjin as you are!" She responded with a laugh before she picked one of the boxes up and placed it in the back of the van. "C'mon it will be faster with two of us, and the sooner you are done the sooner you can try to heal." Her words were a lot shrewder than he had expected for someone so young. Her eyes filled with a wisdom that he hadn't realized she was capable of. Gohan had known Bulla her whole life so he was comfortable around her and she him, but their relationship had always been rather shallow.
"You're right. Does this mean you're gonna help me load them up to my new place too?" He asked with a chuckle joking as he would with any of the people he considered friends.
"Sure!" Bulla said pleasantly. She had time to kill before the plans she had with Pan.
Bulla's friendly chatter made what Gohan had expected to be the longest day of his life, slightly less glum. It wasn't more than an hour before all of Gohan's belongings were loaded. Gohan was glad they had accomplished it, before she had arrived Gohan had spent a few hours trying to beg Videl to work it out, but she had left as a result, and then the other had arrived. Gohan had never actually spent time alone with her before, there had always been somebody else around demanding her attention. Before now he had never realized how charming she was, she was genuinely just kind. He was glad his daughter had a friend like her.
"Thanks for your help." Gohan said with a smile. "But I'm sure you came over to see Pan? And I don't think I should keep you from that."
"Huh? No Pan is fighting in a tournament today." She said kinda wishfully.
"Oh are you not going to watch?" Gohan asked surprised, more surprised that he had not known that information before now.
"Oh, Pan says I distract her, so I don't go. But everyone usually brings me videos and pictures!" Bulla responded cheerfully.
Distract? Gohan wondered what she meant by that. Perhaps it was the fact that Bulla was the daughter of the richest woman in the world, and very available according to the media. Bulla grabbed his arm and pulled on him.
"Come on! I wanna see your new place, but I have to meet up with Pan at 7 for dinner!" Bulla said intensely before letting him go and running over to the passenger side.
Gohan chuckled softly and closed the back of the van locking it securely closed. He then proceeded to get in the driver's seat. He turned the van off and left the Satan property for what he hoped would be the last time, however he much doubted it. The whole time he was driving Bulla was making cheerful conversation, despite his new place being on the other side of town, the trip seemed to draw to an end almost too quickly.
"Hey stop there and let's get ice cream!" Bulla exclaimed grabbing Gohan's leg and pointing towards a café that was across from his new apartment complex.
"O-ok?" Gohan said with a chuckle before he unbuckled his seat belt and exited the vehicle.
When they entered the Café Gohan was not at all shocked as to the interior, of course this girl would find a place like this. The walls were white and decorated with pink dots, the floor was mostly fussy white and pink carpet, and the tables were covered in white lace table cloths.
"You know most girls outgrow this stuff at like 5." Gohan told her snidely.
"No, not most girls, just Pan." She shot back.
"All right, but you are like what, 21?" Gohan responded with a shrug.
"Aw but it's so cute! Don't be such a grumpy old man Gohan." She said playfully before sitting at a secluded corner table. Gohan groaned at the old joke and ran a hand through his salt and pepper hair. She was right he was getting old, so why was he hanging out in a cosplay café with a 21 year old?
The staff instantly recognized her as if she were a regular and he began to become more and more suspicious that she knew exactly where they were. He sat back and let her order for both of them. Mainly because he was afraid to order something wrong. He did however ask for water because he was sure he would need it.
"So, I take it you come here a lot?" Gohan asked sipping his water attempting to make conversation as they waited for their ice cream. He honestly didn't know where to start. He had known Bulla since she was born so he knew a lot about her as far as her family and what she was like as a kid, but the adult Bulla was pretty much a mystery to him.
"Yeah." Bulla said with a soft smile. "I usually have quite a bit of free time when I come to town, and I really like food."
"Hey it's ok, I like food too." Gohan said laughing because she seemed embarrassed.
"It must be hereditary." Bulla responded. Gohan was ashamed to think it but he was honestly surprised she knew that word. But then most people would be surprised to know her mother was the smartest woman in the world.
"You know, I am positive that is what it is."
It wasn't long before two large sundaes were in front of them; one drizzled in strawberry syrup and topped with chunks of dark and white chocolate as well as strawberries and pineapple. The other was similar only instead of fruit it featured chocolate and caramel chunks as well as chocolate drizzle.
Within minutes the two half-Saiyjin adults had devoured the ice cream. Gohan decided that the ice cream had been worth the pink overload. Bulla paid the tab insisting that it must be her treat since it would really be Bulmas treat, then they headed back across the road to unload the vehicle.
"So what are you going to sleep on?" Bulla asked as she stood next to him with two boxes in her arms.
"Probably the floor." He said gloomily setting a box down and pulling out his keys, they were at the front door to his second floor apartment. Gohan cursed the fact that his door was inside, if it had been outside he could have just flown everything up. Gohan unlocked and opened the door.
Bulla entered first and set her boxes down. She then flipped on the switch and examined the room. It was a fair sized living room with wood floors and a rug in the middle.
"It looks like they left it at least partially furnished." Bulla said as she noticed a recliner in the corner.
Bulla headed back downstairs to grab more boxes. She stopped to look at the time. It was around 4, Pan would be done with the first round of the tournament by now, she wondered how the other was doing. Pan was strikingly similar to her father in many ways not only looks but personality as well. It was likely because piccolo had played such a large part in their formative years. How similar were they though? Bulla didn't know until today that Gohan and Videl were having problems. Did they hide them well? Or had Pan kept this information from her? Was Pan also keeping things a secret from her parents? Bulla shook her head, no she had to have more trust in the other girl, after all trust was the only thing that made a relationship work. Wait, remember she just wants it to be casual. That is what Pan had said, she didn't want things to be serious, it would interfere with her training.
Bulla shook the thoughts away and loaded up with more boxes. Within minutes they managed to have the boxes inside, joking that it must be a sugar rush from the ice cream. After setting the boxes around the living room Bulla went down the narrow hallway to the mid-sized bedroom. The thing that surprised her was that there appeared to be three closets in the room. Bull laughed softly and opened the nearest closet. "Oh and there is a futon in here. Looks like you are all set to live in mid-life crisis mode." She joked cheerfully.
Gohan laughed but became more aware that he was in fact a lot older than the other. She was younger than his daughter. But she's so damn attractive. Gohan shook the thought away, surprised that he had even had it, but it caused his attention to drift to her body. Her tight pants made every curve of her body evident, and her white shirt was a lot more see through than he had originally realized. This brought to attention the fact that she was not wearing a bra. Her blush colored nipples were obvious through the fabric if you looked, and damn him to hell but Gohan looked. He looked away almost as fast though.
It was this that caused Bulla to notice his odd behavior. Their eyes met for a split second and the tension rose, but for some reason Bulla did not want him to look away. She bit her bottom lip nervously and noticed that he had done the same. Was he feeling the same tension she was? Was he thinking the same way she was? Will his kisses taste better than Pans? The last question shocked her, but not in an unpleasant way. What's more casual than having sex with her father? A devilish part of Bulla wondered. It was obvious Gohan was not having the most pure thoughts either. His breathing had picked up and so had his heartbeat.
"Hey lets lay this futon out! That way you can arrange the room around it!" Bulla said playfully before pulling the futon out of the closet. Gohan moved to help her, but then remembered what she had said about being just as much a saiyjin as him. The futon wasn't heavy so Bulla laid it out on the ground and smiled. "Ok so where do you wanna sleep?" Bulla asked turning and smiling at him.
"Right here." Gohan said before collapsing face first on to the futon causing Bulla to break out in giggles. "Ok it wasn't that funny." Gohan rolled over and looked up at the girl. He was in the perfect position to see all of her curves, even the better hidden ones. Gohan couldn't help but enjoy the view just a little bit.
"Hey Gohan?" Bulla said softly.
"Hmm?" Gohan asked back his attention snapping to her face, though her attention seemed to be focused elsewhere.
"You do remember that you are wearing sweat pants right?" She asked him with a smug grin. Gohan then had the awareness to follow her gaze.
"Shit!" He shouted sitting up and trying to hide what was now growing out of his pants. "God I'm sorry I really didn't mean anything by that. God." Gohan was embarrassed, and very much ashamed. This girl was younger than his daughter and the thoughts he had been having about her, they were wrong.
"Oh, no, I-I didn't think you did." Bulla said with a smile and a blush of her own. Dare she admit to him that she was flattered? Bulla was used to men looking at her by now, it was one of the reasons she had decided to focus her attention on Pan instead of on a man, yet when she had noticed Gohans gaze it had made her skin hot. She enjoyed his attention instead of it making her want to tear her skin off. Her words made Gohan stop aggressively looking for cover. His eyes met hers and it was almost as if she was assuring him that she didn't feel uncomfortable. Gohan let out an uncomfortable sigh.
"I'm sorry, I'm twenty three years older than you, I really shouldn't be treating you like this." Gohan said softly running his hand through his spiky hair.
"Why not?" She asked seeming to get offended. "I'm an adult, it's not like I'm a child or a teenager, in what world is it inappropriate for a man to find a woman attractive."
"W-what?" Gohan asked taken aback. He then laughed. "I guess I should expect nothing less considering who your parents are."
"They are pretty great huh?" Bulla asked with a grin.
But that still left Gohan curious, was she welcoming his advances, or just stating her beliefs on the matter of age when it came to sexual attraction. The longer the silence lasted the more Gohan hungered for the answer. This 21 year old girl was making him feel like he was 21 all over again. He tried not to be abrasive though, the last thing he wanted was to make her uncomfortable.
"So?" She asked expectantly breaking the silence.
"So?" Gohan asked in return raising an eyebrow.
"Considering who your parents are, how do you feel about it?" She asked sitting very close to him on the futon.
Gohans breathing grew more shallow as the other drew near. He couldn't really help it though, she had gone from being fairly docile to straight up aggressive. There was nothing saiyjins found more attractive that sexual aggression. Neither of them felt these feeling were wrong, but were they correct in that? How should he feel about this? How should he be reacting to her advances? Was he supposed to sit her down and deny her, treat her like a child? Or should he take advantage of their current situation? Take advantage, that was the answer he needed, it could just be an in the moment thing, he was grieving his marriage, and Bulla didn't seem to be entirely connected with the situation.
"Honestly." Gohan replied quietly meeting her gaze. "I don't know how I feel about anything right now. I'm kind of numb. The only relationship I have had my entire life, is gone. I haven't been alone, not since I met her. I don't know how I feel; I'm trying not to feel, because I'm sure it will be pain. And as I'm sure you know being a saiyjin, pain translates into anger." Gohans words grew more melancholy as he spoke and the pain in his black eyes grew.
Bulla was surprised with how honest Gohan was being with her. But she understood what he meant. Nothing was going to happen between them, not as long as he was still mourning his marriage. She smiled and bumped her shoulder into his.
"Well, wanna take me to meet Pan?" Bulla asked grinning.
"Oh jesus is it that time already?" Gohan stood up. "Sure thing I have to return the van any way!" Gohan responded with a smile.
Pan paced back and forth in front of her house holding her cell phone in a clenched fist. Where the hell was Bulla, why did that girl have to be late to everything?
"Didn't I teach you to be more patient than this? Don't let your anger get the best of you or you will do things you will regret." Piccolo spoke as he walked out of the door that led into her house.
"I'm trying, but she just infuriates me so much!" Pan said aggressively to her teacher. Piccolo crossed his arms and gave her a disapproving look. Pan sighed. "I'm sorry Mr. Piccolo, I just don't get it, she makes me so mad and gets me so mixed up inside, I don't know how to handle it."
"If you only like her when you are around her, then maybe you shouldn't have this kind of relationship." Piccolo responded.
"W-we don't have a relationship!" Pan shot back anxiously. "It's casual, we…we're casual."
"Mhm." Piccolo responded causing Pan to look away nervously.
"What does that even mean?" A sad, almost melodic voice rang out.
Neither of them had noticed Bulla and Gohan approach, and both were very surprised at the odd paring. Gohan looked very surprised as well, and Pan knew exactly why. She had kept the true nature of her relationship with Bulla Briefs a secret. Why? That girl was surrounded by too many people hitting on her all the time, Pan was sure a few of them had been given their way, the last thing she wanted to do was put her heart all the way into it and get it broken, but now all of that was blown cuz for some reason her dad was here too. Pan clenched her fists and grit her teeth. It was like they were all boxing her in. She hated this feeling, she was too used to this feeling. Pan located the source of her anger. Bulla. Standing there looking innocent and wounded. Pan knew neither of those things were true.
"Is this really the time for that?" Pan asked the other angrily putting her hands on her slender hips. Pan was clad in a very tight purple gi that showed every curve of her body, not that there were many. Pan was fairly slender like her mother, but she was also pretty flat, her physique almost boyish. She looked more similar to her father than her mother when dressed like this. Her hair was cropped short so that she did not have to wear it up and risk it getting in the way. On a normal day it was down but on tournament days she spiked it with gel and it ended up looking very akin to Gohans hair.
"Yes." Bulla shot back coldly putting her hands in her pockets and kicking a little bit of the dirt.
Pan frowned, it would help if Bulla didn't look like a walking day dream right now in her tight pants and almost see through shirt. The look on Bullas face made it clear that she was putting her on the spot, it was a now or never type of thing. Pan bit her lip. She hated being put on the spot and Bulla knew that better than anyone.
"Well then how about you fuck off." Pan said calmly before turning around and heading inside. But she was anything but calm inside, she had heard her father react but she honestly didn't care she just slammed the door behind herself.
"You deserved that." Piccolo said coldly to Bulla. He was none too fond of the girl, but that was likely his bias concerning his student. Bulla didn't respond only nodded. Gohan looked from Piccolo to Bulla. What was he missing?
"I'm confused." Gohan said pointedly at Piccolo.
"I don't really know what's going on either." Piccolo responded before both of them turned to look directly at Bulla.
"Hey don't you remember, this all started cuz I asked what was going on." Bulla said throwing her hands up.
"What did she mean by you guys are 'casual'?" Gohan asked a little too anxiously.
"Ah." Bulla said with a nervous laugh. "Do you really want to know about your daughter's sex life?"
"No." Gohan responded quickly. He had to keep himself from adding that he wanted to know about her sex life. But the look he got when her eyes met his made it clear she had heard what he hadn't said.
At this point Piccolo abandoned the conversation and headed inside. It was obvious now that Pan was gone he had little concern for the pair outside. Bulla pulled out her phone to call her mother to come get her.
"Shiiit…." Bulla said as she walked away from the house, Gohan followed since he was sure he was no longer welcome inside that house.
"What?" Gohan asked as he looked towards the end of the driveway, trying to not think about the family he was no longer a part of.
"My mom was supposed to come get me, but she can't, she expects me to stay the night with Pan." Bulla said softly.
"Why don't you just fly home?" Gohan asked confused.
"I-I don't know how, nobody ever felt like it was something I needed to know." Bulla said shoving her phone in her pocket. "But the Galick Gun…that's necessary for survival yo."
"Wait you mean to tell me that you know how to use your energy to attack, but you don't know how to use it to lift you off the ground?" Gohan said more than a little shocked.
"Well when you put it like that," Bulla said throwing her arms up, "Sounds like something I can figure out. Nobody even bothered to tell me that much."
"Have you ever bothered to ask?" Gohan asked softly as they walked off of the Satan property.
"I mean, I guess not." She responded with a shrug.
"If you are interested in something, you have to express it or you will never learn. If you don't tell people, they won't know." Gohan shrugged.
"Yeah yeah I know you're right." Bulla said softly. "But what if they make fun of me for the things I like?"
"Not everybody is gonna like you, some people are going to find something wrong no matter how perfect you try to be, so whats the point in being anything but yourself?"
"I guess you're right, it's just kinda difficult not to care."
"Yeah, well that's all part of the learning process. Pain, a lot of pain." It was obvious with that statement Gohan was thinking about the things he cared too much about
"Oh I'll call Trunks!" Bulla said excited trying to get Gohans mind off of what was making him sad. It didn't seem to work.
At this point they had made it to a park near the property, a landmark she could have her brother pick her up at. Bulla pulled out her phone and called Trunks. Their conversation was short, it always was they weren't very close, but he agreed to come get her.
"Cool he will be here soon." Bulla said smiling and sitting down in the grass.
"Maybe you can ask him to teach you to fly." Gohan joked sitting extremely close to her.
"Eh he probably has better things to do." Bulla said blandly.
"Like Goten?" Gohan shot back.
"Oh, wow, that was…unexpected." Bulla said trying to hold back a laugh.
"Why because it's true?" Gohan asked laughing himself.
"Yeah." Bulla said finally cracking and bursting into giggles. Goten and Trunks were a thing that the two tried so hard to hide. Tried being the key word. They failed miserably and everyone was aware. They had even gone to the extent of renting a two bedroom so that they could claim to be roommates.
Laughter, Gohan couldn't really get over it. It had been a long time since he had enjoyed somebodies company so much. Perhaps it was so intense because of the recent split from his wife, or perhaps he genuinely enjoyed her company. Regardless he had not laughed this much since he had first starting dating Videl. Perhaps this was a sort of rebound and that was why he was feeling so nostalgic.
"Are you still teaching?" Bulla asked after a few moments of silence.
"Yeah I actually work at one of the higher education establishments in town." Gohan said smiling. He was surprised that she knew what he did, half the time Pan forgot he was a teacher.
"Ah."
"Why?" Gohan was curious about her response which led to curiosity about her question.
Instead of responding Bulla just leaned in close and bit him firmly on the neck. Gohan let out a small shout but it transformed into a moan. What the hell? This small woman had him all mixed up inside. Why was she doing this to him? He wanted to know, but he couldn't seem to focus on anything but her lips, tongue and teeth as they assaulted a small portion of his neck. She pulled away what felt like too quickly and unconsciously Gohan tried to stop her.
"Trunks is almost here, or trust me I wouldn't have stopped." Bulla said softly stopping Gohan in his tracks. Gohan nodded, he understood. This wasn't something that anyone else needed to know about, the wasn't even something yet and it might never be. Gohan had a lot to figure out.
"Hey, I'm gonna come by sometime this week and we are gonna re-arrange that mess of yours." Bulla said causing Gohan to focus back on her. Bulla was now standing facing away from him.
"Yeah ok." Gohan said even though he still hadn't quite grasped what she had said. He was still kind of lost in the mark she had left on his neck. Bulla smiled and said goodbye, she headed across the grass and made it to the road right as Trunks pulled in.
Bulla quickly got in the passanger side of the car. Usually she sat in the back, but for some reason Goten was not with her brother today.
"Hey where's your boyfriend?" Bulla asked as they pulled away from the curb.
"He has to work ea…..Goten isn't my boyfriend!" Trunks adamantly denied.
"You're a liar." Bulla shot back.
"And you're a brat." Trunks growled.
"See even that, everything you say is a lie." She teased.
Trunks groaned. "Will you just stop."
"Will you teach me to fly?" Bulla asked quickly.
"S-seriously?" Trunks asked shocked. "You don't know how to fly?"
"Did you really think I would call you for a ride if I knew how to fly?" Bulla asked, sure her and her brother weren't close, but did he really think she was that entitled.
"I didn't think that far, I just…it never occurred to me that you didn't know." Trunks said softly.
"So?" Bulla asked.
"I mean, yeah I don't see why not. Shouldn't be too hard I mean we are the best saiyjins out there after all." Trunks teased pretending to be their father.
"I mean, there's not a lot of us." Bulla chuckled softly and relaxed back in her seat.
"Yeah, but imagine having black hair, that has to be the worst." Trunks said with a laugh of his own.
Bulla rolled her eyes and insulted him and Trunks responded with more laughter.
"Hey are you gonna teach me to fly today?" Bulla approached Trunks as soon as he stepped foot on the compound.
"Well I mean why else would I be here?" Trunks asked sarcastically.
"Maybe because your mom lives here and your dad lives here and most of your belongings are here." Bulla said with a smug shrug.
"If you don't shut up I'm going to leave." Trunks said coldly.
"No. No wait… I'll shut up." Bulla said waving her hands in his face as if to signal surrender.
"Wow usually you can't wait for me to leave." Trunks laughed and punched her shoulder playfully.
"Yeah but, uhm, I mean like today you are doing something for me." Bulla smiled and rubbed her arm pretending he had hurt her.
"Yeah whatever, it shouldn't take long and I have to get to work." Trunks said waving for her to follow him as he headed outside.
"What you didn't even take time off to spend time with your dear sister." She said as if she were offended even though she followed closely behind him.
Trunks rolled his eyes at her acting, not that he wasn't amused, he was just sure it would not take her very long to figure this out. Before much time had passed they were in the middle of a tennis court located behind capsule corps.
"Ok so you know how to use your energy right?" Bulla nodded in response to her brothers question. "Ok so focus that energy on your body and imagine it pushing you up from the ground."
"R-really? That's all?" Bulla asked surprised.
"Yeah it's not fucking hard." Trunks said with a chuckle.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
The voice made Bulla jump and then let out a rather annoyed growl. She turned to see her father approaching. It was almost as if he had nothing to do in his old age but bother her. He didn't want her to move out so she stayed at home, but more often than not he was complaining about how she wasn't making her Saiyjin heritage proud and how she should be more like the Pan girl. But he refused to teach her anything. When she was younger he had acted like she was breakable and followed her around as such, and even now he treated her like she was a teenager.
"I'm going over to a friend's house." Bulla responded as she clipped on a pair of black sandals to complete her black tank top and black and white capris as an outfit.
"Yeah, a friend, I'm sure which friend is it?" Vegeta responded crossing his arms.
"We've been through this dad, you don't ask about it and I don't talk about it, and we both pretend it doesn't happen." Bulla said with a smile. Vegeta rolled his eyes. Vegeta was controlling, and men had shown interest in her at a very young age. So they had sat down and spoke about this long before she was even interested in sex. She respected her parents, so she did not do those things in their house. Her parents respected her so they didn't ask her about it just asked her to be safe. Or at least that was what her mother did, her father just stomped around grumbling any time he thought she was leaving to go meet a guy. Bulla thought it was ironic considering, up until recently she had been pretty gay.
"Who's taking you?" He asked trying to figure out a way for him to be able to say no to this.
"Myself, Trunks taught me how to fly and I'm just going to Satan City." Bulla said before throwing a backpack over her shoulder. She then gave him a hug and quickly left the house.
Bulla let out a relieved sigh. She really needed to get a place of her own. But for now she was focused on helping Gohan get his new apartment in order. She had worked very hard for her mother the last week in order to gain access to her mother's credit card. Usually she just had to do a few chores but her mother had been in a bad mood so she had to run a ton of errands all week. It had also been a week since she last was in Satan City. That meant that it had been week since she had chosen to help Gohan move and came on to him extremely hard, a week since her fight with Pan.
Pan, what would she think if she knew what Bulla was planning? Why did Bulla care so much. They hadn't been doing this long. When they were in high school they had experimented together, but it wasn't until earlier in the year that they actually began to function a little as a couple. As Bulla walked to the edge of her property she felt her phone vibrate.
Can you come by today? –P
Yeah. 4 work? –B
I'll be training, 5?-P
k-B
Bulla put her phone away and took off from the ground heading to Satan City.
Gohan woke to a loud knock on his front door. Groaning he rolled over and checked the clock next to his bed, it was 1p.m. why the hell was he still asleep? Gohan stood up and stretched before rubbing his forehead. It was extremely hot in his little apartment and all he had was a fan. Gohan groggily staggered to his front door and opened it.
"Well that's not a bad sight to see early in the morning." Gohan frowned as the blue haired girl grinned at him. "You're pretty much naked."
Gohan looked down at himself shocked. "I still have my boxers on, besides it's my house, what do you want any way."
"I brought you some bookshelves!" Bulla responded following him inside. With a few large boxes in her arms. It was obvious they weighed more than her but she carried them with ease.
"Why?" Gohan asked rubbing his head.
"Cus your place is a mess." Bulla responded sounding almost offended.
"Why do you care? You don't have to live here. Speaking of which how did you even get here?" Gohan rolled his eyes and put his shirt on. Neither his wife, well ex-wife according to the papers he had signed the afternoon before, nor his daughter were like this. They didn't really care about his messes, why did she?
Bulla smiled and set the boxes down before drawing a little bit closer to him. Why was his heart beating so quickly so suddenly? Something about this girl made Gohan's body react as soon as she walked in the room. Gohan wanted to pull her closer but he resisted the urge. It was wrong for him to pursue a girl so much younger than himself.
"I dunno, I wanna hang out here more often." Bulla said making it clear that she was very aware of what she was doing to him. "And I did what you suggested and asked Trunks to teach me how to fly."
"Fine. Lets put some bookshelves together." He said breathlessly. The excitement in her eyes as she spoke about her flying lessons took Gohan off guard it made him think back to training Videl how to fly, but he smiled regardless. "Nice job on the flying."
Gohan sighed and looked around the room he supposed that he could line the bookshelves against the wall. But he couldn't keep his eyes away from Bulla long, within seconds they found her again. Bulla was leaning down to open one of the boxes and he noticed a red sticking out from her black pants.
They spent the better part of an hour putting the bookshelves together. Gohan had put on a pair of gray sweatpants and a white tanktop that looked just a little too tight. Unfortunately it seemed to keep Bulla from focusing on the task at hand. Instead she spent most of the time spouting off extremely corny, extremely inappropriate sexual innuendos that somehow had to do with putting the bookshelves together.
"I hope that board isn't the only thing that's gonna get nailed today." Bulla said jokingly as Gohan was finishing the last of the four she had brought.
Gohan didn't respond, he merely set the hammer down and began to line the bookshelves with books. Bulla chuckled and began to help him making sure to brush against him every chance she got. Perhaps she had daddy issues because of how controlling her father was? Or maybe she just found older men attractive, either was she was really interested in Son Gohan. They made quick work of filling the bookshelves, but they still needed more.
"Geeze that was a lot of work, I'm hungry." Bulla complained grabbing her stomach.
"Of course you are." Gohan responded with a laugh. "Saiyjins are always hungry."
"You right." Bulla said winking at Gohan. "You should feed me."
"What do I get in return?" Gohan teased unable to stop himself.
"I'll stay a little longer and we can play a game." Bulla said winking at him.
"Oh yeah? What game?" Gohan asked chuckling as he walked to his small fridge.
"Maybe a card game." Bulla said taking a seat on his couch.
"Uh so I have Ramen, or Ramen." Gohan said laughing softly.
"Ramen sounds great." Bulla replied with a giggle. "Wanna play a card came or a dice game?" Bulla asked grabbing her small bag off the ground and opening it.
"Uh…card." Gohan said hesitantly, afraid of what kind of dice game she had come with.
"Fine, play it safe." Bulla said jokingly pulling her cards out and setting the table up for poker.
"Yeah better safe than sorry." Gohan said nervously as he prepared the ramen.
"Ok so what do you want the rules to be?" Bulla asked as he brought the bowls over to the table.
"House rules, suits have to match." Gohan responded as he sat next to her and placed their bowls on the coffee table. The cards sat between them on the couch.
"Game ends when one of us is in our underwear?" Bulla said raising an eyebrow. Gohan smiled and nodded and the game began.
The first move saw Gohan losing his shirt and the ramen being ready so they paused to eat. Many times Gohan questioned if his behavior was wrong, but the other seemed to have unprecedented interest in him and he couldn't resist the desire to bask in the limelight at least for a while. The second saw him losing his socks and a few cocky retorts from Bulla.
The tide quickly changed however had within a few plays Bulla was down to her sandals and her underwear.
"Well, what now?" Bulla asked softly as she gathered up the cards. "Looks like you won. Now like a sexy genie I will grant you one wish!" She declared winking at him.
"Oh." Gohan said slightly surprised but he still was incredibly interested. "Are there any rules?"
"Hmm, no I don't think so." Bulla said playfully.
"I think I will hold off until a later date." Gohan responded standing up. "Hey but take your shoes off and come look how I arranged the room."
Bulla followed Gohan to his room and looked around. He had weights in the corner, he must be doing minor training. And his futon was laid out but pushed up against the wall.
"I mean it looks ok." Bulla said before turning around and grabbing Gohan's waistband. "It would look better with you naked on the futon."
Gohan raised his eyebrow as she took her sandals off and looked at him with those blue eyes. It was extraordinary to him how bright they were, he had never been faced with such a seductive look from eyes like hers. It made him weak and he only refocused when she shoved him to the futon and climbed on top of him.
"Are you sure this is ok?" Gohan asked with baited breath as he examined her soft body as she perched over him.
"Obviously, I'm the one on top." The girl said with a chuckle. Girl. Was that why he was hesitating? Because when he looked at her he couldn't help but remember that she was younger than his daughter. As if reading his mind she leaned closer to him and asked, "Are you sure this is ok?"
"Yeah." Gohan responded breathlessly. He was past the point of resisting. He had never been with anybody but Videl, he had never really wanted to be, until now, until Bulla.
Gohan couldn't stop looking at her. Her skin was soft, almost abnormally so. She had gotten her youth from both parents so naturally she looked ethereal. Her hair hid one of her blue eyes, but that was pretty much the only part of her body that was hidden. She had on a red bra that looked a little too small, or maybe it was designed that way, and a matching red attempt at underwear. This hadn't been planned, at least not by him, and the very idea that these were what she wore under her clothes regularly drove him insane. His body reacted to the thought, and she reacted to his body with a soft moan.
"Maybe you should take some more clothes off then." Bulla responded rubbing herself against him, the only real barrier being his pants and boxers.
"I'm sorry." Gohan said breathlessly. "But this is where the game ended, you'll have to make me."
"Oh I can do that." Bulla said seductively before completely getting off of him.
"W-where are you going?" Gohan asked sitting all the way up.
"Home if you don't stop me." She said putting back on the black sandals she had been wearing when she arrived.
"Fuuuck." Gohan said shooting up into a standing position. "No you're not going anywhere."
As Gohan said this he grabbed her and shoved her against the wall, causing her to hit with a loud thud. There had been a few occasions when he had gotten too rough with Videl and hurt her, so when he heard the collision momentarily he was afraid. It was not pain that displayed on Bulla's face though, it was excitement, pleasure. She was a half Saiyjin just like Gohan, he didn't have to be soft he could just be. The new revelation excited him. Gohan decided to use this new knowledge to his advantage, he moved his hand into her hair and roughly pulled it back erecting a moan from her lips, it was obvious she was enjoying herself. Gohan moved his lips to her exposed neck and bit her leaving a bright red bruise, she still bruised like a human, much like himself. Gohan then began to bite more of her exposed skin, leaving marks from her neck to her stomach to the small of her back.
Bulla's legs were shaking and it was becoming difficult to support herself. Every time Gohan bit her she became less and less stable. Bulla felt his large hands move up her thighs, the bite he planted on her inner thigh was the one that did her in. Gohan caught her as her knees buckled and laid her down on the futon. Bulla was sprawled out like a piece of art for him to examine, and examine is what he intended to do. He planned to see touch and taste every part of her. And he planned to start below. His bite marks seemed to lead a path.
"Take your pants off!" Bulla shouted. Gohan laughed but didn't argue as he shed his pants very quickly. "See I win."
"Oh, shoot, looks like I'm gonna have to get you back for that Trickery." Gohan joked.
Before Bulla could respond Gohan was between her thighs, taking turns leaving marks on each one. He grew closer and closer. Bulla was really happy with her choice of underwear, and Gohan did not seem displeased. It was easy for him, instead of actually struggling with them Gohan just moved the tiny strip of red fabric out of the way and bit one of her lips. Bulla let out a soft yelp that turned into a moan as soon as the bite was accompanied by Gohans fingers playing with her. Bulla had of course done things akin to this with Pan, but it was nothing compared to how Gohan was making her feel. He definitely knew how to do it better.
Gohan smiled as he felt her tightening around his fingers. He had not had sex with Videl in a couple years so just touching a womans body drove him insane, not to mention the noises she was making. He had never been able to illicit this type of reaction from Videl. The pleasure she was displaying made it much more intense for Gohan. How had he gone fourty four years without this kind of pleasure? Gohan removed his fingers and began to nibble his way up her body. Gohan left more bruises making a trail along her going up.
Unexpectedly Gohan found himself on his back with her on top of him again, however this time the only thing between them were his boxers but his erection was straining against the opening attempting to make its way out. Bulla helped it by reaching her fingers and undoing the button that held the flap on his boxers closed. Gohans large erection was released from his boxers and Gohan let out a groan. Bulla smiled and took it in her hand.
"I wonder if it's a Saiyjin thing." Bulla said softly.
"Ask Trunks he's seen more saiyjin dick than me." Gohan said before letting out a moan at the feeling of her grasping him.
Bulla smiled and mimicked him by kissing down his chest. She even left bruises of her own, however the ones she left on him were much darker than the ones he left on her. Each time she bit him it was like an earthquake of pleasure with thousands of tiny aftershocks shaking his body. When her fingers brushed against him it was like he had never been touched before. Every place their skin touched it felt as though Gohan resonated with electricity.
Bulla began to tease his erection with her lips and teeth. Gohan could feel every point of contact she made and it was driving him insane. Between her teasing and the noises she was making as she did so his patience had worn thin. Gohan grabbed Bulla's hips and forced her on top of him. Gohan felt her softly give way to him the first few inches, but he met resistance. Without thinking Gohan pushed through it.
"Ow." Bulla shouted her body going rigid.
"Shit. I'm sorry." Gohan said looking up at her, he was too afraid to move her for fear of hurting her more.
"I-it's ok you didn't know." Bulla responded breathlessly. She wasn't really surprised that he had not expected her to still have that intact. She had never actually had sex with a guy only Pan and they never went that deep.
"Y-you can stop if you want." Gohan said softly trying not to pressure her. In that moment he became increasingly aware of their age gap, she had still been a virgin.
"I don't." Bulla responded softly having caught her breath at this point.
"Well, then keep going." Gohan teased as he ran his hands up her small thighs and wrapped them around her hips.
After a moment Bulla began to move and every motion she made caused him to moan. The rhythm of her rising and falling was seductive all on its own and every time she moved it brought him closer and closer to the edge. He could feel her giving way to him each time she lowered herself. He should have expected her to be this tight, she was so small and muscular. That was something Gohan had not noticed before. Her skin was soft, and more often than not she looked like a doll, but here in front of him with her clothes off he noticed exactly how strong she was. Bulla had a six pack and her body, much like her fathers, was filled with lean muscle that only seemed to make an appearance when she used them. He was surprised and enchanted by her durability. It was nice to not have to worry about hurting his partner. It added a different level of intimacy, and it was probably a good thing because he didn't have the focus to restrain himself. He wasn't sure if it was the time he had been without sex, or Bulla herself but he didn't last. A few more quick pumps and Gohan buried his fingers deeper in her hips holding her down on top of him. Bulla tightened around him at the same time letting out a loud moan as they climaxed in unison.
"Fuck." Bulla cursed quickly standing up wobbling a little bit before running to the bathroom. She had forgotten in the moment to have the other wear a condom so once in the restroom she went about trying to clean herself.
"Hey your phone is ringing." Gohan shouted from the room.
"Answer it and ask them to hold." Bulla shouted back before finishing up and heading back to the room.
When she re-entered the room Gohan was sitting up on the futon holding her phone. He was still wearing his boxers but they were covered in moisture from both of them. It was an image Bulla didn't think she would forget. He was very defined and just plain attractive. At least to her. Maybe it was because he was a Saiyjin. Bulla attempted to take her phone from him only for him to jerk it out of her reach.
"Fucker." She said before lunging forward and grabbing it. "Hello?" Bulla answered irritated, mostly at Gohan.
"Hey, I just wanted to let you know we concluded training early today. You can come over whenever you want, that is if you aren't too busy." The voice on the other end of the line was Pan's and Bulla cringed. She sure hoped that Pan had not recognized her father answering the phone.
"Yeah ok, I will be over in just a few minutes." Bulla responded before hanging up the phone.
"Pan?" Gohan asked. There was an anxious edge to his voice, Bulla wasn't sure what the exact reason was, but it was triggered by Pan calling.
"Yeah." Bulla responded as she grabbed her bag and put on clean clothes that she had packed at the bottom. A pair of blue shorts and a pink tank-top now hugged her body, but she had forgotten clean underwear so she simply adjusted her current ones.
"Are you two dating?" Gohan asked revealing the source of his discomfort.
"No." Bulla said quietly. "Pan said she was too busy with her career to focus energy on a relationship. So it was casual."
Gohan nodded. Avoidance was a bad trait he was sure Pan had gotten from both of her parents. Perhaps if they had both been putting in effort to make it work his marriage would have lasted. But instead they had both avoided their problems until they were too big to work out. That was the only relationship she had been around so naturally she would fear commitment.
"I have to go." She said turning to smile at Gohan who simply waved for her to go about her day as he collapsed back on to his futon obviously worn from the recent activities.
Gohan watched her leave his room with a grin. He wasn't purposely trying to make things harder for her, but as she walked away Gohan could see one of the mark he had left on her thigh just barely below her shorts on her right leg. He heard the front door shut and decided that he was too worn out to do anything else so he closed his eyes to take a nap.
!Beep! Gohan's phone rang shrilly in his ear from inside of his sweatpants that had somehow ended up on the futon. Gohan quickly grabbed it out and answered.
"Hello?" He said annoyed into it. Gohan was more than a little surprised to hear his daughter respond. Gohan was excited at first but then began to worry if she could tell that he had been the one to answer Bulla's phone minutes before. But that all left his mind when he fully processed her question. "Yea. Tonight? Sure. When and where? Oh ok, see ya there at 6 then."
Gohan hung up his phone and checked the time, 3pm he still had time to catch a quick nap.
"You need to calm down or you aren't going to learn anything." Piccolo said condescendingly as he floated in a circle around the grounded Pan.
"I'm trying what more am I supposed to do?" Pan asked angrily throwing her hands up.
"Stop trying and actually do." Piccolo responded with no sympathy in his voice. "Put your hands down and correct your meditative position."
Pan rolled her eyes. After twenty years of training she was sure she knew how to meditate. The young Saiyjin took a deep breath and tried to clear her mind however, just like all day, as soon as her mind was clear thoughts of the blue haired vixen seemed to creep in and distract or more like arouse and fill with rage.
"Son Pan, perhaps you should ask your father to train you, I feel like that might be the next step in your training."
Pan looked up at Piccolo surprised and then laughed. Her father wasn't a fighter, he was a teacher. She had heard from many people that he had been powerful in his youth, but that was his youth he was a full grown adult now. Pan doubted that her father was stronger than Piccolo at this point.
"Papa doesn't fight Mr. Piccolo." Pan responded quickly. She didn't want to be rude but this was the worst idea that Piccolo had ever told her.
"You might be surprised, there was a time when the only thing your father wanted to do was train." The namek responded as he allowed himself to drift back to the ground.
"I'm not surprised, I have heard the stories." Pan responded straightening herself to a standing position and shedding the white coat she had been wearing before. Pan now stood in a white Gi. Piccolo had suggested she wear it to help her feel at peace, but it had not helped.
"That was a long time ago, he has probably grown soft." Pan said with a shrug.
"A Saiyjin never grows soft." Piccolo responded. "I'm done wasting my time for today, we can start again tomorrow but I strongly suggest that you ask your dad to train you."
"Are you kidding we still have like two hours!" Pan responded distraught.
"Well you can't focus so I'm sure I can find better things to do." Piccolo said speaking to her as if she were a child. He always did that and it was the thing in life that made her feel the worst. Piccolo had been training her since birth, so naturally he would view her as a child, but he only spoke to her that way when he was disappointed in her.
Pan hung her head and headed into her house as her friend and teacher departed. Pan said a quick hello to her mother and grandfather and headed to her room to call Bulla. Pan was not close to her father, not like she was to her mother. In fact she was closer to a lot of people than she was to her father. Pan had memories of her father and her grandfather playing with her when she was young, but most of the memories of her father were him going to work or him locking himself in his office to finish work. Sure he had the weekends off, but ever since she understood tournament rules Pan had been participating in Tournaments and those usually took place on the weekends. Pan had lost her first couple tournaments and after she won her first one her father had never came to another.
Pan pulled out her phone, it was almost three, and she was supposed to be training with Piccolo for two more hours. She had lost precious time because of her own lack of control. Why couldn't she stop thinking about Bulla? It was as if the girl had enchanted her. Pan knew Bulla wasn't a witch but sometimes she seriously wondered if the other Saiyjin was. Pan speed dialed number 2 and listened to it ring. Each ring made her more and more worried that the other wasn't going to answer. When the line connected it was not Bulla's voice that came out. Instead a husky voice answered.
"Bulla's phone, please hold." It said to her before she heard Bulla shout something and then what sounded like a small altercation.
"Hey, I just wanted to let you know we concluded training early today. You can come over whenever you want, that is if you aren't too busy." Pan responded when Bulla answered. They concluded their conversation and Pan disconnected the call.
Pan toyed with her phone for a minute running what had just happened in her head. Who had answered Bulla's phone? Bulla didn't usually let people touch her phone, the only person she let touch her phone was Pan. Tons of emotions raced through her all at once making her feel tense and drained all at the same time. Anger was the most predominant one. Pan didn't like Bulla coming to her tournaments because she hated seeing guys fawn all over her. But it appeared in that negligence she had driven Bulla to find someone else to occupy her free time.
Free time, Pan would have a lot of that with Piccolo refusing to train her. Perhaps she should call her father and see if he would at least fight with her, that way she could prove to Piccolo that he was over exaggerating Gohans skills and finally get back to training her. Pan dialed 4 on her speed dial and listened to it ring. Her father answered a lot faster sounding tense and groggy.
"Hey." She responded. "I was curious, Mr. Piccolo thinks it would be a good idea for me to train with you, would you like to uh…fight? Uh, tonight at like uhm 6 I guess, uh just meet with Piccolo in front of my house and he will show you. Ok yeah cool see ya then." Pan hung up her phone. She had never really called her dad before so it was a very uncomfortable conversation. Not to mention that even when they had lived under the same roof they had barely interacted. Pan groaned and laid back on the bed waiting for Bulla to arrive.
Bulla landed near the back door of Pan's house. Usually if Bulla snuck in it was through Pan's window that was next to the door, but this time Bulla knocked on the back door instead. Pan opened it quickly causing Bulla to question if she had just been waiting.
"Hi. No I just could feel your power level." Pan said softly, motioning for the other to follow her inside.
Bulla followed obediently as they slid their way into her room. Pan's room was fairly large but it was full. In one corner she had a large computer with an equally massive surround sound system that actually spread along the walls. In another she had a worn looking punching bag. Then there was Pan's queen sized bed and dresser along with the couch in the middle of the room. The two of them had spent a lot of time of that couch watching movies and playing games, as well as playing with other things. Pan sat in the center of the couch and Bulla sat next to her.
"I have some things I want to say." Pan said turning to face the other.
Bulla nodded encouraging her to continue. This was the first time since Bulla arrived that Pan actually got a look at her. Her usually flawless skin had a few tell-tale bruises that were peeking out from the fabric that was likely covering many more. This made Pan nervous, it was evidence Bulla had been with someone else, and now that she was focusing she could smell sex on the other. It was hidden under an insane amount of fruity perfume, Pan's favorite in fact, but it was there.
"I feel like you were unfair to me putting me on the spot the other night." Pan said tensely. "You know that is a sensitive topic between us and you brought it up in front of other people. I feel like I had the right to be upset. You were late and we had plans, and you have been doing that a lot lately. You keep saying you want something serious, but you aren't reliable, you don't make us a priority."
"How can I make us a priority when there is no us?" Bulla asked upset. "I'm lucky if you have enough time to see me at least once a week. And most the time it's just us arguing about whatever we forgot to argue about last time."
"Well maybe I would have more time if you weren't always late." Pan said throwing her hands up.
"Again with that…you always blame it on me being late. I have to try and make my life work around your skewed schedule. Sometimes I have other responsibilities I have to uphold." Bulla responded plainly.
"Like getting laid?" Pan asked harshly.
"Excuse me?"
"Who did you have sex with?" Pan asked unexpectedly in a pained voice. "You say you care about us, but you show up to talk to me after fucking someone else. Who and why?"
"Nobody." Bulla responded flatly only answering one of the questions refusing to meet Pan's intense gaze.
"That's a fucking lie I can smell him on you." Pan growled. "I can see the marks all over you. You don't get a bruise like that on your chest by accident." The worst part was that she could almost recognize the smell. Goten maybe? But why would Bulla be having sex with someone twelve years older than her? And why would it be Pan's uncle Goten of all people? Was Bulla trying to prove a point? Having sex with someone right before they were supposed to meet surely she was trying to make Pan mad. Had that also been Goten who answered her phone then? It was likely since the person had sounded oddly like her father. A connection she had tried to ignore earlier.
"That's none of your business." Bulla said softly trying not to make eye contact.
"Really, you're going to act like this now?" Pan said, her voice now seemed to grow angry and the anger was evident on the girl's face.
"I don't know what you mean."
"God you're such a brat!"
"Yeah tell me something new."
"How about this, when I find out who you had sex with I will murder them." Pan responded.
This statement shocked Bulla causing her to look straight at Pan. Was she serious? Before Bulla could say anything Pan wrapped a hand around her neck and pinned her against the door she had entered the room through. "I don't care who it is, it could be one of my family members and I will still tear them to pieces." Pan said as she tightened her hand a little bit. Bulla growled and quickly shoved the others hand and arm away. Pan was slightly surprised by how strong Bulla was, but she was also ashamed of what she had just done.
"You don't scare me." Bulla responded speaking of what the other had said not the others actions. "Yeah you're strong, but you're not the strongest and this time you are seriously outmatched. Honestly I thought you wanted to work this out? Why did you have to start a fight? You always start fights."
"Excuse me? If you weren't always acting like a spoiled little bitch we wouldn't be fighting like this." Pan shouted back.
"If you don't like me the way I am why do you even want me?" Bulla shot back raising her own voice finally.
"Because this isn't you!" Pan screamed. "This is a recent thing! Usually you are so mellow and relaxed, but recently you have been so damn uptight."
"Are you sure that's me and not you?" Bulla asked causing Pan to freeze in place.
First her face got red and it was clear Pan was on the verge of having a meltdown, but she chose not to and instead took a deep breath. Bulla had basically just told her what Piccolo had said, she needed to relax and focus. But this woman infuriated her so much.
"You know, this really isn't worth it. If you wanted to be with me you wouldn't have had sex with someone else, and we wouldn't be fighting right now." Pan said calmly even though Bulla was sure that anger bubbled right under the surface, she was Son Gohan's daughter after all and he was known for being emotional.
"If you wanted to be with me you would have told the people you care about." Bulla said softly referring to the fact that their relationship had been a secret from pretty much everybody but Pan's teacher Piccolo.
Pan cringed at Bulla's words, but the other was right. She should not have kept their relationship a secret. She should not have denied Bulla's requests for something much more solid. Pan met her eyes but it was obvious there was no redemption for her in Bulla's heart, at least not right now. Pan looked to the ground, she was going to lose Bulla, at least for as long as Bulla chased this new obsession whoever it may be.
"Maybe another time then." Pan said softly. "But this doesn't mean I'm giving up, you'll get over whatever is going on and come back, it's really just meant to be and I believe that."
"I dunno." Bulla responded softly more than a little bit shocked from how quickly Pan's personality had shifted. She was not able to fully comprehend things at first.
"It's ok, cuz I do." Pan said before she gave her a kiss on the cheek. "You should leave now."
Bulla stared at her longtime friend and companion. Pan was cutting it off, ending it as clean as possible. Another time? In the future when they both knew themselves? How would Pan react if she found out it was really her father Bulla was having sex with? Bulla hung her head and departed with a rueful smile. Indeed they had both made mistakes, and they had both been childish, but they had also been children together. Perhaps now it was time for them to be adults apart.
"Who are you having sex with?" Vegeta demanded as soon as Bulla entered the front door of capsule corps.
"Woah calm down. I thought you guys were gonna let my business be my business." Bulla said shocked crossing her arms and glaring at him. Why had he suddenly accosted her about this as soon as she walked in the door.
"As long as you are being safe, which obviously you aren't, I can smell it all over you. You didn't use protection, you could be pregnant. Do you really want to make the same mistake your mother and I made?" Vegeta asked.
"Oh my god I always thought I was just being rude when I called trunks a mistake." Bulla said letting out a laugh.
Vegeta didn't find it amusing he simply let out a growl and grabbed her shoulders. "I know it was one of Kakarots spawn." Vegeta spit. He could recognize the smell too they were around so often. He was assuming Goten which meant that not only was his son being cheated on but his sister was aiding it.
"Where the hell did you get that idea?" Bulla asked defensively. If her father could tell certainly Pan could tell she smelled like Gohan.
"I have trained with Kakarot for a long time. We have shared blood, sweat and tears as comrades do. I know how Kakarot smells. And this scent is similar so I can tell it's one of his." Vegeta said tensely.
"No." Bulla said sharply before pulling away from her father. "This is none of your business, I am an adult if I say leave it alone that means leave it alone." Bulla shouted before heading to her room and slamming the door.
Bulla kicked off her shoes and then decided to hell with it and stripped down to her underwear. She then decided just to get naked and curl into a ball under her blanket. She had to think, about everything. Every brash decision she had made today. Today had been so mixed up and Bulla was too confused and emotional to deal with her father shouting at her right now. She had sex with Son Gohan, a man who was twenty three years her elder. Any relationship she had with Son Pan was now gone. And her father knew, he had been mad but she was sure he wouldn't mention it to anyone. Vegeta would undoubtedly approach her when he was calmer. But what would she say to him? She wasn't even sure what had all happened herself. She had a lot of processing to do.
Pan floated in the air examining the area around her, a good flat area surrounded by mountains and trees that was where she would test her father. She didn't quite believe piccolo when he said Gohan was stronger than him. She had trained with Piccolo her whole life and still was not as strong as him. She wondered if that was because she had been unable to achieve Super Sayijin like Trunks and Goten had. Her grandpa had always encouraged her telling her about the female Saiyjins from another universe who achieved Super Saiyjin in an instant. Perhaps it was just harder for their race, after all her grandpa was an adult before he achieved it.
Pan descended to the ground as she felt Piccolo and her father approached. Within moments her father and her teacher were standing in front of her. Much to Pan's surprise her father was dressed exactly like Piccolo in a purple Gi. Usually Piccolo had his weights over top of his gi but today it was only the purple. Her father was not wearing his glasses, which was also odd to Pan because she rarely saw him without them. She supposed that glasses could be dangerous in a fight.
"So, I think you should fight Piccolo first so I can determine where you are at and how much I need to hold back." Gohan said to Pan as he examined the area.
"Excuse me?" Pan said with a scoff. "How about you just come at me at full power."
"What do you think Piccolo?" Gohan asked crossing his arms with a smug grin.
"Super Sayijin." Was all Piccolo said. Gohan nodded.
"Very well, we can fight, let's see how you handle a super Saiyjin." Gohan said nodding to his daughter and to Piccolo before taking a step back.
"Fine, but when I win you have to teach me how to become super saiyjin." Pan responded excitedly taking a few steps back herself.
"If you win." Gohan said, his smile seriously irritated the shit out of her and she couldn't wait for to wipe it off his face.
Piccolo rose from the ground and lifted himself away from the area so that he could watch the fight, but not be in the middle of it. He could tell that Gohan was serious about training his daughter. There had never been a time in which Gohan had looked more like his father. Intense, focused, serious, but also very confident Gohan knew that he could win this fight, but that was not what he was concerned with. No if piccolo knew Gohan, his only concern right now was helping Pan.
Everything about the fight threw Pan for a loop. There was no announcer like in tournaments, no referee's, no time limit, no rules. Pan took a deep breath and readied her fighting stance.
Gohan stood about ten yards from Pan watching her intensely. She was rigid, practiced, Gohan could tell that she had choreographed the way this fight would go. Her moves were going to be predictable. That was why she kept losing, she didn't mix things up. Gohan took a deep breath.
"Ahhh!" Gohan let out a guttural shout that sounded on the verge of painful.
Rage, the source of a Super Saiyjins power, and he was filled with it. More so recently, he harnessed the anger that he had towards his ex-wife for so easily writing him out of her life, anger at himself for not being a good father or husband, and anger at life for not being easy. But mostly just pure pain at the fact that he had lost his best friend, he hadn't married Videl for her looks, but for the way she made him laugh and the world she made him see. Pain translated easily into anger, and Gohan had been taught from a young age how to use it.
Pan had seen a lot of her family members go super saiyjin, but she honestly couldn't recall a time she had seen her father do it. For some reason this transformation shook her. An unfamiliar emotion welled up inside her. Fear perhaps? A deep, primal fear because the saiyjin part of her knew she was seriously outmatched and was unsure if she would be safe after this fight. Pan gritted her teeth and shook her head from side to side. She shouldn't be afraid, she could do this. After all piccolo had trained her father too so there was no way that he could be stronger than Piccolo.
Pan didn't have time to even tense up, in seconds her father was in front of her landing a blow directly in her stomach. Pan gasped and staggered backwards panting.
"N-no fair, the match hadn't started." She grumbled.
"This isn't a match." Gohan said coldly his blue eyes piercing through her confidence. "You don't become a super saiyjin by winning tournaments and following rules."
Pan was surprised, she had never really fought outside of tournaments, she wasn't sure how to go about it.
"S-so what are the rules then?" Pan stammered.
"Pan darling, there are no rules. Fighting is not a means of entertainment, it's a means of survival." Gohan responded. His opinion of fighting was much different than Papa Goku's and she was very taken aback.
"What?" Pan shouted confused. "How do when know when the fight is over?"
"When one of us is unable to fight back, or dead." Gohan said.
At first Pan looked horrified, but then she just looked angry and confused. Pan let out a low growl and then flew towards her father, he parried her attack as if she were hardly moving. He then grabbed her hand and sent her flying towards a line of trees. Pan quickly recovered and was able to avoid crashing in to the trees. Pan flew back towards her father attempting to land some sort of blow. Her fist barely missed his head, or maybe he dodged? Pan really was unsure at this point, she was finding it extremely hard to come to terms with the fact that her father was this impressive.
Gohan could tell that Pan was not focused. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him, landing a powerful blow right in her gut. Gohan let go of her wrist and allowed her to fall to the ground below them. She recovered shakily midair and shot back towards him but he avoided her, as he had avoided all of her attacks.
This one she landed, right in the center of his chest. She had expected something more than a solid barrier, it was his chest. Some leeway would have been acceptable, or a grunt, but instead she was met with her father's penetrating gaze. Pan froze where she was, unable to move, paralyzed by the intensity of the air around her. Then his blow landed. Pan went through the air, but Gohan pursued landing blows every couple of seconds. Within less than a minute Pan was a heap on the ground. She had never been hit that hard, it was almost as though he were trying to kill her. But she knew he wasn't. Was this what the power of a super sayjin was? Pure anger and violence.
"Why do you fight?" Gohan shouted at her from a short distance away.
"That's none of your business." Pan said through gritted teeth as she struggled to stand. She wasn't really expecting her father to wail on her like this. She had never been so worn down or in so much pain. It truly numbed the emotional pain that was ravaging her at the moment so she welcomed it.
In moments Goahn was behind her. With a quick hit to the back of her knees Gohan caused her to collapse once more. She was like him, she had deep rage inside her, Gohan could sense it. Perhaps it was the super saiyjin god ritual from when she was still unborn, or maybe it was just her, Pan's potential was limitless. Just as Gohan's had been. Gohan had chosen to settle down and attempt to raise a family, Pan was choosing to pursue her passion. But she would never make it far being as cocky as she was.
"It sounds like you can't come up with a good reason." Gohan said as he loomed over her. "If you don't have a reason to fight you will never excel. Becoming a Super Saiyjin isn't a gift, it is a call to action. As soon as you pick up the helm of the pure hearted warrior you have decided to dedicate your life to protecting those you love because, news flash, powerful people attract powerful enemies. The stronger you get the more danger you will be in, the more danger your friends will be in and the more danger those you love will be in. Super Saiyjin isn't used to win tournaments its used to protect lives. So until you are dedicated to this I will not teach you how to become a super saiyjin."
"What?" Pan shouted angrily forcing herself back up shaking from pain and anger.
"Oh you can still stand." Gohan said overly surprised, this only made Pan angrier.
"You said…"
"I said if you could defeat me, which you cannot." Gohan cut her off. The anger in her eyes confirmed that she was in fact his child. "Hey, but there is always tomorrow."
"What do you mean?" Pan asked slightly surprised.
"I'm not giving up on you, you are my daughter so its within you. Of this I have no doubt. We will get there, but it is going to take more sweat and blood than anything in your life. Now go home, take a shower and rest and we will do this the same time tomorrow." With this Gohan left, not giving her time to protest or demand they continue until she achieved the transformation.
Pan went to follow but found that she was in too much pain to even move, so instead she collapsed back on to the ground and stared at the sky.
"You could have told me he was stronger than you!" Pan shouted at the sky.
"I did, you didn't believe me." Piccolo responded from right next to her.
Bulla sat quietly on her bed, was this feeling regret? Fear maybe? She didn't regret her choices, perhaps loneliness. Usually when she was feeling like this she called pan, but she was sure the girl would not answer her call, or her text. Gohan? No he probably wouldn't care much for her petty problems, and it wasn't like she had any friends. Almost as if planned, her phone rang.
"Hey Trunks whats up?" Bulla asked softly after she clicked to connect the call.
"Yeah you need to come over, I just got off the phone with dad, and..yeah." He responded tensely.
"Just admit you're gay and that will be the end of it." Bulla said with a laugh.
"Oh so you want me to call our father and confirm that you are having sex with Goku's fourty something year old recently divorced son?" Trunks responded.
"Well maybe not that." Bulla responded meekly.
"Yeah get your ass over here. I would come over there, but I figure you would rather talk about this somewhere he can't overhear." Trunks said hanging up the phone.
She could tell he was judging her. Trunks stood in front of her as Bulla sat meekly on his couch. Was he judging her because of Gohan's age, or because of who he was?
"Trunks?" Bulla asked hoping to illicit a response from him.
"Are you dumb?" Trunks asked abrasively causing Bulla to look up at him in shock. "What did you think nobody would be able to tell? You are lucky you ran into dad and not mom, mom would have known right away it wasn't Goten."
"But dad still thinks it is right?" Bulla cut in.
"Don't interrupt me I am lecturing you." Trunks responded tersely. "Mom would have called me, and Goku and Gohan and dammit she probably would have called Videl too. You know they just got divorced the last thing he needs right now is Videl hearing that he's having sex with a 21 year old."
Bulla met his gaze and her own was filled with regret. She had done the wrong thing. Bulla had only made everything worse for everyone and this tore her up inside.
"But you ran into dad, and he only called me, because he is worried that my boyfriend is cheating on me with my sister." Trunks said softly. "Bulla, I don't care about your sex life, you're my sister I would like to pretend you don't have one. Be more discreet, especially because you are messing around with people who are very important to all of us."
"Okay." Bulla said softly allowing everything her brother had said sink in.
"Ok, now, Goten made food and dad told me you've been in your room for like 3 days straight so I know you are hungry." Trunks said before motioning for her to follow him to the dining room of his apartment, which she happily did.
"Oh so now she just turned her phone off." Gohan grumbled to himself aggressively pressing the end call button on his own cell phone.
Bulla had been ignoring him since they had sex. Over the past few days he had called her at least a dozen times and texted her more than twice that. He was sure she was ignoring him, what he wasn't sure of was why. Why had she done that with him, what was her motive? If it had only been intended as a one-time thing he supposed that was fine, but he needed to know because he had spent the last half a week mooning over her like a lovesick teenager. That was not something he was comfortable with. He didn't like feeling out of himself, and this girl had turned him inside out. He never would have imagined this situation with someone this young. Let alone Vegeta and Bulma's daughter. If either of them found out he was sure someone would skin him alive, or at least beat him to a pulp.
Gohan let out a sigh and leaned back in his chair. He was at work he really should be paying more attention to the world around him, but his mind was stuck on Bulla. The little blue haired imp had driven him insane. Gohan looked up at his empty classroom. He was technically doing his job. He had told his 5th hour Social Studies students to take a few days off of his class and spend more time interacting with the world around them in a positive way. They were supposed to write a report on how it affected their day to day lives and how it affected their attitudes towards strangers. It was Friday, they were due back on Monday. But he still had five other classes to teach and interact with, it was difficult with his mind on Bulla and his body going through more physical exercise than he had in at least ten years.
Gohan had spent every evening training with Pan. It had been a much needed bonding experience, and he hoped it would make the two of them closer. She was improving but her movements were still to choreographed, he felt like he was watching a show rather than participating in a match. He hoped that they could spend more time together doing this but part of him was worried, if she found out about Bulla she would likely be very hurt and feel betrayed by both of them. It was all a lot to think about. So many actions and their repercussions. Gohan groaned as he looked at the time, he needed to get ready for his next two classes, then home to wait out the weekend. Pan had a match tomorrow so that would be a much needed distraction.