AN: Hey. If you're here because of Ripples in Time, I really hope you enjoy this! I've had so much fun writing it! If you haven't read Ripples in Time, and are just here because you found it randomly searching for a new FF to read, I'm gonna suggest you go to my author's page and read Ripples in Time first, because otherwise you might be a little lost on some of the things that happen in this story (like who is Rito? What is the story behind these fem. Saiyans? Why is Gohan behaving this way?), which are all answered in Ripples in Time.

This story is meant to only be 5 parts … well 4 parts and an epilogue. Again, if you read my authors note in chapter 13 of Ripples in Time, you know this is to answer some questions that will be coming up soon that I can't answer in the main story immediately due to the timeline of Majin Buu, but can answer here! It will also be a good background for future sagas in Ripples in Time (looking at you, Goku Black), as well as give more context between some relationships/friendships.

RATED M! Cannot stress this enough! If you can't handle lemons and copious amounts of bad language, you're gonna have a bad time. There's also fighting, graphic scenes that can be a little uncomfortable, comedy, schmaltz, and tragedy.

I really hope you enjoy this! Again, it's been so much fun to write!

Disclaimer: All DBZ content is owned by Akira Toriyama, Funimation, and Toei Animation.

Part One: Voca Me

Voca me cum benedictis. "Call me with the blessed."

May 12th is a day that will go down in history as the bloodiest and most fate-altering day in history. It started with mass panic on an island being attacked by two beings. The city was wiped out in seconds. The world government made a broadcast immediately suspecting terrorism when another city was wiped out. That was when the Androids revealed themselves to the world. It was rumored a group of superhero warriors went to stop them, but only a child survived.

Over twelve years have passed since that day. Twelve long years the Androids had sunk Earth into an apocalyptic wasteland. Shelters and bunkers had been built for the vestiges of the human race still alive, and radio is the only communication left. All hope had been pretty much lost.

But there was one ray of hope still left to the living world. A hero had survived, and he constantly made attempts to stop the Androids enough to get people to safety. Some believed that the hero was the child who survived twelve years ago. But that was probably an urban legend.


"Let's take a break Trunks," Gohan called out to the young purple haired saiyan that held onto his knees, gasping for air. Gohan handed him a towel to wipe his face with, which the younger saiyan accepted greatfully. Trunks plopped down on the ground with a grunt, wiping his face as he let out a sigh. "You did good today, Trunks."

"Thanks," he replied half-heartedly into the towel.

"What's wrong?" Gohan asked, a small smile forming on his face. Teaching the younger hybrid how to fight and get stronger was oddly rewarding, more than he thought it would be.

Trunks removed the towel, revealing to the older saiyan his frown. "Why can't I become a super saiyan yet? I feel like …"

"Hey," Gohan interrupted, putting a comforting hand on Trunks' shoulder, "You're doing good. You just aren't there yet. It's not something that happens overnight."

"I know," Trunks groaned, "But I feel like I'm just holding you back."

Gohan opened his mouth to chide the teenager's gloomy thoughts, when a loud explosion sounded. Gohan was up in the air in an instant, surveying the landscape. That's when he saw it, about thirty miles out, a huge plume of black smoke rose in the air. "Shit. ANDROIDS!" He called down to the younger saiyan. "KEEP UP!" Trunks followed suit, catching up to Gohan quickly. He was sure the older saiyan was going slower for Trunks to not get lost. "I need you to back me up in the fight."

Trunks looked at him as if he were insane. "I'm not nearly strong enough to take on the androids, yet."

"I know!" Gohan snapped. "We just need to chase them off, and make sure the people are ok. Killing comes after you've become a super saiyan."

The air began to get thick with smoke as they lowered. Gohan powered up to super saiyan easily as he surveyed the situation. He frowned suddenly, and that's when Trunks felt it. "Gohan, I'm sensing …"

"Sh," Gohan said, lifting his hand. He could sense it too. Two large power-levels were fighting nearby. But it was impossible to sense the Androids' energies. So who was this? Gohan waved Trunks over, making a sign to keep quiet. That meant to lower his power level too, just in case. Trunks followed suit, flying carefully behind Gohan as they flew in towards the fight. As they got in close, they saw two women, white blond hair and petit figures. One had short curly hair that stuck up like horns, wearing a dust stained white tank top, black cargo pants and beat-up brown boots with buckles. The other woman's hair flew behind her in long waves, wearing a green crop-top, ripped skinny jeans, and black knee-high boots. The woman with shorter hair fought Seventeen, while the younger looking woman threw punch after punch after Eighteen, throwing in some sweeping kicks as well.

"Die, BITCH!" the younger woman howled, stretching out her hands and producing a large energy ball in front of the android's face. The android smirked, smacking the woman's arms up, sending the blast into outer space. In a single swift motion, Eighteen threw a hand up with a stronger energy ball. The woman had barely a second to react and block as the ball blew her away.

"MIA!" the older woman cried out as the younger woman plummeted into the rocks, her hair turning black.

"Super Saiyans," Gohan breathed hopefully. He powered up, his hair turning blond and his eyes green. "Trunks, get her quickly." He didn't waste time jumping into action, taking the blond android by surprise as he kicked her in the side, sending her flying into a building. The other fighters stopped, the woman's eyes wide as she saw Gohan. She shook off her confusion, deciding to focus back on the android in front of her.

"EIGHTEEN!" the dark-haired android called out.

"Go, now!" Gohan yelled at the curly haired woman as he stepped in to fight off Seventeen. The curly haired woman ignored him, flying at the android with a heightened fury. After blocking several of her punches, the android threw up his force field, forcing the curly haired Saiyan back. Before she could rebound into a guarded stance, the android shot a beam at her, hitting her in the chest just above her left breast, blood pouring out of her. "Shit!" Gohan breathed, his fingers flying up to his face before he screamed, "Solar flare!" A blinding white light enveloped the city wreckage, giving Gohan time to grab the falling Saiyan and zoom out of there. Trunks followed him quickly, holding the long-haired woman who was bigger than the small teen.

"Is she alright?" Gohan called back to Trunks once they were out of earshot, halfway back to Capsule Corp. Training was done for today.

"Yeah, just knocked out," Trunks called back.

"Good," Gohan sighed. "That's more than I can say for this one."

"Wh-where are you …" the older woman struggled.

"Don't talk," Gohan urged, "We're almost there." The woman passed out from blood loss, pushing Gohan to speed up. Within minutes, they had landed at the dilapidated Capsule Corp, one of the last safe havens in the world. They sprinted inside, running to the lab where Bulma would be working on a way to save the world. "Bulma! We need your help!" Gohan called as he shouldered through the door, carrying the elder Saiyan to a well-used gurney. Trunks set the other one down gently on the side couch as Bulma bustled over, taking a look at the curly haired lady. Trunks ran out of the room, offering to bring water and rags.

"What happened?" she asked as she examined the woman's wound, ignoring the hero's blood-soaked orange gi. It was clear that the woman was losing blood quickly, but she'd live if they could get the bleeding to slow.

"Androids," Gohan breathed, catching his breath as he braced himself against the table. Bulma hasted to clip away the woman's tank strap, revealing the wound to open air, and she began to clamp a nicked vessel to sew it back together. She clipped away the rest of the woman's shirt and ruined bra to remove them in case they caused infection. Bulma made a mental note to find a shirt for the woman later. Gohan looked away awkwardly as Bulma exposed the woman's chest. "By the time we got there, these two were already fighting them. We got there at the tail end of the fight. I figured it was better to save them at the moment than to engage."

Bulma nodded, finishing the vessel and moving onto the torn tissue, disinfecting the wound as she went. "Good fighters are hard to come by," she reasoned.

"Even harder to come by are super saiyans," Gohan added, frowning at the younger lady on the couch, his head filling with questions.

Bulma nodded along, focusing on the wound, until what Gohan said clicked in her brain. "Wait, they're super saiyans?" Gohan nodded his answer, still looking at the other woman on the couch. Gohan stepped away from the gurney, ignoring Bulma's questions in favor of checking on the younger woman. Bulma huffed annoyedly, working faster on the older woman.

Gohan sat on the edge of the couch, trying not to take up too much space as he checked on the long haired Saiyan. Her breathing was normal, as he could see as her large chest moved with each breath. Her bangs had fallen in her face, and he moved a hand to gently brush them to the side. It was clear the Saiyan woman was about his age, and his heart pounded. She was beautiful, he'd give her that. She had high cheekbones and an angular demure jawline, giving her face a regal appearance. That matched with sleek ebony eyebrows, long eyelashes, dainty nose, and soft pouty lips gave her the face of a heartbreaker. And yet, there was something familiar about her that he just couldn't put his finger on.

"She's fine, just knocked out," Trunks stated beside him, eyeing the beautiful stranger, holding the rags and water he'd left to fetch.

Gohan cleared his throat, standing up from the couch, suddenly feeling awkward at being caught staring at the Saiyan woman. He chewed on the inside of his cheek as he reached for the blanket resting on the back of the couch, pulling it over the woman. "Then we should let her rest," he stated.

"She might be more comfortable on one of the beds," Bulma offered, still stitching away. Over the years, she'd gotten good at stitching up wounds, since senzu beans were all but extinct. She was working on engineering a new type of senzu bean plant, but that would take another decade at least. "Two rooms down," the scientist directed. She looked up from the wounded woman's shoulder as Gohan moved to pick up the younger woman, adding, "you also might want to change out of your shirt."

Gohan looked down at his gi, seeing it covered in blood, and he cursed. He wiped at it, feeling it was still wet, and he sighed, wiping his hand clean on his dry orange shoulder. Carefully, he removed his orange and blue gi tops, discarding them on the floor near the gurney, near the other blood-soaked rags that were the older woman's top. "I'll wash those once I'm done with her," Bulma offered, looking up to see her thirteen-year-old son staring wide-eyed at the half-naked woman on the gurney. Bulma growled, "And get him out of here!"

Gohan rolled his eyes at Trunks, taking the rags and water from him and placing it on a table within reach of Bulma in case she needed them. He turned around, a disappointed glare falling on the gaping teen. Gohan quickly grabbed him by the upper arm and dragged him out of the lab. "W-wait, ow!" Trunks protested, but Gohan ignored him.

"Go, get a bed ready," he instructed.

"B-but…"

"Go," Gohan said again, more sternly.

Trunks huffed annoyedly, going down the hall to prepare a bed for the Saiyan lady. Gohan moved to the couch, picking up the younger woman bridal style, her head curling into his shoulder. His heart began to pound again as he felt her breath puff against his bare chest. He focused his mind, moving her to the other room. He laid her gently on the bed, resting her head on the soft pillow. He found the zippers to the boots on the inside, and gently removed them, leaving her in her sock feet. He left the boots beside the bed as he pushed her legs under the covers, pulling the sheet and quilt up to her shoulders.

He stood, his broad shoulders resting as he turned to leave, seeing Trunks eyeing him curiously. "Come on," Gohan breathed as he stepped out of the room, "Let's help your mom get dinner ready." Trunks frowned, but followed his master. Gohan leaned back in to shut the door quietly.


The whirring of a fan was the first thing Mia heard as she came to. Then she felt the pain in her ribs, the sore muscles from fighting a powerful robot. Her fists clenched as she bit back the pain, moving her sore body in the warm cocoon she lay in. That was when she realized she was in a bed, and her eyes shot open. She looked around, seeing a bluish white room. A white dresser sat in the corner opposite her holding a small framed photo of an attractive man in an orange gi and teenage boy with purple hair. She sat up slowly, her muscles disagreeing with the movement. She ignored the pain. It would subside. She grabbed her boots, which were set aside the bed, and put them back on, letting out a sigh as she dropped her last foot on the ground. She let out a calming, focusing exhale before standing, bracing herself for her muscles to protest harder against their use.

Slowly, she shuffled to the door quietly opening it. Even though she was certain the androids didn't take her hostage, as they weren't really the type to leave survivors, she wasn't sure if she was taken in by friendly people either. She made her way down the hall, seeing family pictures lining the cracked walls. She saw two metal doors that looked out of place with the homey décor. Mia walked over to them, figuring it was best to check the oddly placed doors. Her heart pounded with fear, and her mind whirring with curiosity as she slowly pushed them open to see an empty laboratory with a blood-stained gurney in the middle of the room. A feeling of dread pooled in her gut as she began to worry where she'd ended up. She resolved to find her mother and get the hell out of there as soon as possible.

She moved to sneak out of the lab, back down the hall when she spun around into the large muscular chest of a tall man. She let out a scream, punching him away from her, sending the man flying to the end of the hall. He groaned as he recovered, sputtering out, "Wait. It's not what you think."

"That's what they all say," she remarked. Mia wasn't buying it as she threw up her hands in a fighting stance.

The man looked at her confused, and Mia recognized him instantly as the attractive man from the photograph in the room she woke up in, but she was not swayed. "Who all?" he asked, his confusion dripping from every syllable as he settled into a defensive stance, which caused Mia to frown. She was in the defense position, not him.

"Where's my Mom?" Mia asked instead, ignoring her opponent's stance. If she controlled the conversation, she could get out easy. The man may look strong, but she was a Saiyan. He'd be a pushover, especially if he couldn't tell the difference between defensive and offensive positions.

A look of realization dawned on the man's face, and he lifted his hands in a surrendering position. "Your Mom is unconscious at the moment. She took a hard hit to her chest, and lost a lot of blood, but she'll be fine."

Mia's fists tightened, her gaze not leaving his. He seemed sincere, but she'd experienced too much false sincerity in her life to believe his eyes. "Where!?" she demanded again, her tone even, but more forceful.

His shoulders dropped, removing his defensive stance as he pointed to the door behind her past the lab. She nodded, making a ki ball in one hand and aiming it at him, forcing him to stay where he was as she moved to check the last room. She opened the door to find her mother lying in what looked like an old hospital bed, her left shoulder and chest wrapped up in gauze. An IV drip was hooked up to her arm, the bag tagged as morphine.

"The doctor said she'd be out for at least a week," the man stated, still on the other end of the hall, hands still raised. Mia sighed, lowering her arm and dissipating her ki blast. The man let out a relieved breath and he dropped his hands. "We were worried you might have a concussion," he added, his eyes holding an odd amount of concern for a stranger.

Mia rolled her eyes. She didn't need strangers doting on her well-being. "I'm fine. Just Ki exhaustion. Happens to the best of us, sometimes." She moved toward him, still stiff with sore muscles. She'd have to give them a couple days to be back to feeling normal, maybe even stronger.

The man nodded, agreeing with her sentiment even though it was clear he had no idea what she meant. He jammed a thumb behind him awkwardly as he muttered, "We've got dinner being prepared, if you'd like to join us."

Mia's gaze narrowed at the man as she remarked, "What makes you think I want to eat with you?"

The man frowned, confused by her frigid demeanor as he stated, "I just figured, being a Saiyan and all, you'd be really hungry."

Mia's eyes flew wide as what he said registered in her brain. They know about Saiyans! The man retreated back to the kitchen, and Mia followed him quickly, grabbing his shoulder and rounding on him just as the hallway opened up. "How do you know about Saiyans?" she demanded.

He blinked at her slowly, his frown still full of confusion, as he asked, "Didn't you see at the battle?"

Her memories flew back at her, fighting with the fembot android, full of rage at the death of their old friend, Rito. She clenched her fist, trying her best to control her anger from taking over her emotions again. His death caused her to go super Saiyan, and she'd flown after those androids demanding revenge, her mother flying after her. She remembered the blonde android was tough, too tough to handle, but Mia had somehow held her own, her power increasing with every avenging thought. Then an odd light distracted her before the android fired a ki blast that could have easily killed her if she hadn't thrown up a ki shield at the last second, which depleted her ki stores, causing her to pass out. But that light. It was like a golden flame. Mia originally thought it was her mother going super Saiyan, but her mother was already super Saiyan while she fought off the male android.

She took in the man's features, black spiky hair, onyx eyes, and muscular but not overstated build. He was a Saiyan. He had to be. The only one possibly alive that her mother told her about was … "Kakarot?"

The man smirked, but his eyes held a bittersweet sadness. "No," he answered, earning a confused frown from Mia. "He was my father." Mia's eyes flew wide at the revelation. "My name's Gohan," he added, offering her a hand to shake.

"Mia," she breathed, eyeing his hand carefully. It wasn't Saiyan custom to shake hands, since it opened the psychic link. She had no problem shaking a human's hand, as they couldn't open her thoughts, but another Saiyan could. She decided it was best to just cross her arms over her chest. "Mia Jicama." Gohan looked a little disappointed as he lowered his hand back to his side. She pursed her lips realizing how her actions came off, but she decided to ignore it. If he had a problem, then he could deal with it.

He led her back to the kitchen, asking, "So, when did you come to Earth?"

"I was born here," she replied uninterestedly, taking in the new rooms he was leading her through.

"So, you're a hybrid too?" he asked.

She blinked at him slowly, taking his question in, and reading between the lines. So, he's a Saiyan- Earthling hybrid. "No," she answered, eyeing him strangely. "I'm full-blooded Saiyan. To be honest, I didn't even know Saiyans and Earthlings could mate."

Gohan chewed his lip at her crassness before replying, "Well, they can."

"Clearly," she muttered. Mentally, she joked to herself, Clearly, I've been living like a nun for no reason. A part of her realized it was her mother who told her Saiyans and humans couldn't mate, likely to keep Mia from ending up as her mother did. Maybe she could forgive her for that.

"Mia?"

"What?" she asked blankly, realizing she'd mentally drifted off from the conversation.

Gohan frowned at her annoyedly as he realized she hadn't been paying attention. "I asked if your dad was on Earth too, or was it just you and your mom?"

"Well, it's a long story," Mia stated, pursing her lips.

"We've got time," he replied, coming to a stop. They had reached the kitchen, which was lit by dangling ceiling lights and large bay windows overlooking a terrace and setting sun. The sunset painted the room in a pinkish orange color.

"She's awake!" a kid called, causing Mia to turn, seeing the purple-haired boy sitting at the table, dropping his textbook on it as he stood. Behind him was a woman with long blue hair tied back into a ponytail. She wore a white apron as she cooked. The smells of rice and beef filled Mia's senses, and she began to feel how hungry she actually was.

"Mia, this is Trunks Briefs and his mom, Bulma," Gohan stated, pointing out each of them. He gestured back to her as he introduced her, "This is Mia Jicama."

"Thank you for patching up my mom," Mia stated as the blue-haired woman turned to her, wiping her hands on her apron. The woman looked middle-aged, yet trying to hold onto her youth. She was pretty, with striking blue eyes set against prominent cheekbones. Her son, Trunks, looked like a classic teen heartthrob with his heavy-set brow, piercing blue eyes, and eager smile.

Mia ran a hand through her hair, pausing as she felt it out and free. She pulled her hand back in front of her, checking her wrists which were bare. "Fuck," she breathed. "I lost my hair-tie." She'd survive, it just made her feel self-conscious to not be able to tie her hair back. Back in school, the kids had always picked on her about how wild it was, to the point she just wasn't comfortable to let it hang free anymore.

Gohan blinked at her slowly as he leaned on the counter, his mind puzzling at how this girl was a Saiyan. According to Vegeta, Saiyans were battle hungry beings always on the hunt for stronger power or the next level. Instead, this girl seemed more worried about her looks and letting her mind wander. He cleared his throat, a little annoyed at her blasé attitude. "Back to how you got here. Where's your father?"

Mia glanced back at him, her frown showing she was equally annoyed with him as he was with her. "Dead, for all I know," she stated, crossing her arms again. When the answer wasn't good enough for Gohan, she added. "Look, he knocked up my mom when they worked under some dictator named Frieza. So, Mom faked her death 'on a mission to find Kakarot,'" she used air quotes insinuating their double meaning. "After Mom landed, I was born. Mom did say she thought she saw him once, but that was almost twenty years ago, and she was certain he died. So, in short, never knew the guy."

Gohan's eyes fell to the floor at the news, thinking about how his uncle, and possibly her father died.

"And before you ask, no, I'm not your cousin," Mia added, almost as if she was reading his mind. Gohan looked up at the Saiyan girl confused now. "Mom did tell me the teammate who helped her fake her death, Kakarot's brother, was not my father. She and my father, the prince, were betrothed back on Planet Vegeta, before it blew."

Bulma's eyes flew wide as she looked Mia over again. The young woman did share a striking resemblance to the late prince, especially in the eyes. Her voice spoke before her brain thought to stop the words tumbling out of her mouth, "Vegeta never mentioned a daughter."

Mia shot an odd glance at the blue-haired woman. "You know him?"

Bulma nodded numbly, her eyes wide at the revelation.

"I have a sister?" Trunks asked equally shocked, his voice breaking. Mia looked to the purple-haired child, her turn to be confused.

"Trunks, why don't you go watch some tv for a bit," Bulma offered, her eyes not moving from the Saiyan beauty.

"But …!"

"This isn't up for discussion," Bulma ordered, her gaze flitting to her son for a second. He huffed, screeching his chair back and stomping back down the hallway where the bedrooms were. Mia just eyed the scientist oddly as she calmly made her way around the counter to where her son had been sitting at the table, her hands clasping together as she found her place. "Please excuse my son. Trunks …" she trailed off with a sigh as she tried to find the right words, "he's an idealistic boy. Very much driven to be just like his father."

Mia frowned. "Vegeta," she filled in, letting it sink in that the purple-haired child was actually her brother. Clearly, her father didn't die twenty years ago. Instead he'd stayed here, forgot about her mother, mated a scientist … She didn't want to continue thinking about it. She chewed her lower lip, immediately understanding what Bulma meant by her son's reaction. He saw his father in a certain light, a positive light, that information of a half-sister could shade. She'd once imagined her father in a similar light when she was younger. This new information would tarnish that image. "Is he still alive?" she asked, although she had a feeling she knew the answer.

"He died trying to fight off the androids twelve and a half years ago," Gohan answered this time, his gaze full of pity. Mia hated that.

She nodded as the information filed itself away, letting out a small relieved sigh. With all the things going on in the world, absent-daddy drama was the last thing she wanted to worry about. Rito had always been a sort of paternal figure for her, anyway. Her mind drifted to Rito, who lay dead in the streets of Orange Star City.

"If there is anything you'd like to know about him, we'd be happy to tell …" Bulma started.

Mia cut her off by raising her hand, still looking at the ground. "That's nice of you. Really. But I didn't know the man."

Gohan frowned at her response, confused by her sudden turn from curiosity to not caring. He stood straight, eying the Saiyan woman oddly as he asked, "You don't want to know anything about where you came from?"

Her tired gaze fell on his. "I've already lost one father figure today," she said somberly, not looking at them. "If you don't mind, I think I need to go get him." That caused both Gohan and Bulma to share confused looks as Mia turned to leave. "I'll be back for my mother later." The outside door to the terrace shut and Mia zoomed off into the sky, flying east.

Gohan followed after her cursing. She flew faster than him, but he could sense her ki, and he was locked in on her signature. It was dark by the time she landed in the center of Orange Star City, a small city compared to the capitals, but it was the largest city for at least six hundred miles. City street lamps flickered and sparked, showing the apparent destruction of the town. As Gohan hovered behind, taking in the sight of it, his heart sank. This was the closest city to his house, where his mother tried to enroll him into school before his father contracted the heart virus. Where his mother would drag him and his father on shopping trips when their gis got too ripped up. And almost nothing was left.

Mia touched down in front of a collapsed building, a cracked sign outside pronouncing it the Orange Star Police Department. Cars had been flipped to create barriers, but they were half melted from android blasts. Mia walked the empty street until she stopped, seemingly finding what she'd been looking for at a half-melted car. She picked up the rubble tossing it away, revealing the broken body of a man underneath. The man's body had been crushed post-mortem, but the worst damage was the point blank ki shot to his heart, his chest blown open.

Gohan could hear Mia crying as she brushed the man's wet black hair away from his face and shutting his eyes, picking up his body while it hung limp in her arms. "You weren't supposed to leave," she sniffled. Gohan immediately felt bad, as if he'd intruded on an intimate moment. "Why did you follow me?" She turned to look at Gohan over her shoulder.

A part of him froze, his heart pounding as he realized she'd caught on to him "I-I wanted to make sure you were ok," he replied honestly.

"I lost a dear friend of mine," she stated, gesturing to the body in her arms. "No, I'm not ok."

He let the silence hang in the air before he asked, "Do you need help burying him?"

"No," she replied quickly, but as she looked around, noting the whole town had been decimated, she changed it to, "Maybe." She paused before she added, "His family owns some land just north of here. I was going to take him there." Gohan nodded, offering her to lead. She flew off, Gohan trailing after her again, this time following more closely until Mia landed at a house in the middle of a large over grown field. The house looked as if it hadn't seen life in ages, and Gohan frowned as Mia took the body to the back where several graves had already been placed. Immediately understanding why she brought him here, Gohan blasted a hole next to the last grave, a woman named Doris Rito who lived to seventy, died last year. Mia lowered the man into the ground gently. As she came out of the ground, she began dropping dirt onto him, filling the hole, kneeling as she said a strange prayer Gohan had never heard before.

"In life, we fight for pride and glory,

And in death, our greatest foe.

May death fear your battle cry,

And may your warrior's spirit find its home."

As she finished the last few handfuls of dirt, she added, "And for you Rito, 'Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil.' Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust." She stood, brushing the dirt off her hands as she muttered, "It's done."

The way the light of the moon shone down on her left Gohan a little breathless. "Beautiful," he breathed automatically, earning an odd look from Mia. "That was beautiful," Gohan tried again clearing his throat, looking back at the grave.

"He died like a Saiyan. I wanted to honor him as one," Mia stated, plainly, deciding to ignore his awkwardness. She turned away, beginning to walk off.

"Wait!" Gohan called, following after her. She stopped, but didn't make any move to look at him. "We could really use your help to stop them." Mia let out a bark of a laugh. The man was insane. "You're a Super Saiyan, and so am I. Maybe we could …"

"So is my mom, and you see how that turned out today!" Mia snapped, spinning on him. Her eyes held a fiery temper that he recognized immediately from the prince. "On top that, me turning Super Saiyan today was a fluke! I've got no way of controlling it!"

Gohan licked his lips, desperate do have her join the team. "What if I teach you?" She paused her tirade, allowing him to go on. "I'm trying to teach Trunks, but he's too impulsive. He wants to transform immediately, but he can't find the trigger."

Her gaze narrowed at the hybrid as she stated, "So far, you're not selling me on it."

"You already know the trigger," Gohan stated, more emphatically. "I've been waiting to take them head on until Trunks could transform and back me up. But if I can help you control it, someone clearly more skilled than Trunks, we could kill them sooner." Mia nodded along as he spoke, urging him to continue. "Just give me until your mom has recovered. We could destroy them once and for all if we worked together."

Mia seemed to be debating with herself internally until her shoulders fell, almost resigned as she sighed, "Fine."


Gohan had never regretted any decision in his life as much as he regretted convincing Mia to train with him and Trunks. Before, Trunks and Gohan would spar in the mornings, take a break around lunch, then in the afternoons try to unlock Trunks' Super Saiyan form. After Mia joined them, the schedule didn't change so much, but every five minutes she'd complain or criticize Gohan was doing something wrong, from little things to …

"No wonder Trunks can't find his trigger. You're just standing off to the side letting him charge up, which will do nothing," Mia remarked behind him as he watched from the sidelines. Gohan didn't give her the satisfaction of turning to her, mentally repeating his mantra of, Let it go. It isn't worth it. Let it go. It wasn't just the nagging though. That was only the first phase of why he regretted this decision. "Seriously, what are you teaching him!?" Still, he ignored her. The past two weeks of her nagging was driving Gohan up a wall, yes. But it was nothing compared to the recent torturous odd smell that caused him to have the most explicit thoughts of her. Things he'd never thought of anyone before. "Trunks, what has he taught you?!"

Trunks looked back at the older saiyans confused, his gaze switching between his sister and best friend. Gohan's glare was focused on the ground as Mia looked at her brother challengingly. "Uuuuh… lots," he tried.

"Like what?" Mia pressed, stepping around Gohan to enter the clearing. Immediately, he got a whiff of honeysuckle and musk. He closed his eyes and his fist tightened as he readied himself for the mental onslaught the smell seemed to bring. He wasn't sure why, but the past few days, anytime she got too close, and that smell wafted under his nose, he'd become aroused, imagining having his way with this Saiyan harpy in the most vulnerable positions, screaming his name. It was either that, or fighting her until she submitted to him. That fantasy disgusted him more. Enough. Let it go. He let out a calming breath as he tried to refocus.

Gohan growled as he mentally berated himself. Never in his whole life had any woman had this effect on him. Forcing out any sensible thoughts and forcing carnal fantasies into his mind. He didn't understand this effect she had on him, and a part of him hated her for it. He didn't think it was possible to be as angry at someone before, but she kept proving him wrong. A part of him had originally thought that only someone evil could make him feel this much hatred, but damn, she came close. "Knock it off," he growled at her.

"Oh, I exist now?" the Saiyan lady asked sarcastically. Gohan clenched his teeth, ignoring the fantasy playing in the back of his head as his tired gaze fell on her challenging one. It's not worth it. Let it go. Mia turned away from him again in a huff, turning onto Trunks. "Could you fight anyone with what he's taught you?"

"That's enough, Mia." His tone was getting more dangerous, praying this scent didn't affect Trunks. He'd been trying to keep the siblings separate ever since he noticed the connection between the scent and his thoughts, but it was sacrificing his own sanity at the same time by keeping such close proximity to her.

"Could you fight me with what he's taught you?" When Trunks couldn't think of an answer, she pushed further, "Could you defeat me with what he's taught you?" Trunks looked back at Gohan, still unsure of how to answer his sister. "Don't look at him. Just answer me. Do you think you could beat me if we fought right now, with what he's taught you?"

"W-well, I'm not a Super Saiyan like you, so no?" Trunks tried to answer, his eyes still shooting back to his mentor who was glaring uncharacteristically at the newest member in the group.

"Forget Super Saiyan. Could you beat me if we fought right now?"

Gohan's heart pounded with worry and anger. "I said, 'Knock it off!'"

Trunks began to power up slowly, ignoring his mentor as he chewed his lip. He was itching for a fight, especially seeing how tense Mia made Gohan, ruining their training. It pissed him off. "You wanna find out?" he asked, his gaze falling on Mia. She wore her crop top and running pants as usual. He'd seen her practicing her kicks, but there were times she would leave him and Gohan to train, probably training herself. But Trunks did remember how easily she fell to Android 18. Maybe she wasn't as tough as she suggested. Gohan was the strongest person in the world other than the androids. Trunks was almost completely convinced that he could win with what Gohan had taught him. He hit full power as he said, "Let's go."

Mia nodded, a smile on her face as she powered herself up. "Let's," she said huskily as she settled into her traditional Saiyan fighting stance. Trunks eyed her stance worriedly, but she didn't give him time to question it as she flew at him, kicking him in the side into a stone pillar.

"Trunks!" Gohan called worriedly.

"He's fine," Mia chided, not looking at the dark-haired hybrid as she settled back into her fighting stance. She focused on the pile of rubble created by her brother.

Trunks let out a yell, the pile of rock exploding out around him as he powered up again. He flew back at Mia, throwing punch after punch at her. She blocked each one, then unexpectedly dropped to the ground and threw a leg swipe out, knocking his feet out from under him. He yelped as he began to fall, only to be kicked into the air with her other foot. He winced as he flew up high, only to have Mia phase in front of him, sending him back down with a double-handed smackdown. He plummeted back to the Earth, letting out a yell as he forced his ki out to slow his fall, still landing on his hands and feet.

Mia touched down next to him, shaking her head. "Do you see what I'm talking about?" she called to Gohan. She didn't look to see if he was listening. She could almost feel his anger rolling off him through the glare he had focused on her. "He hasn't learned a thing about fighting. Just how to power up," she criticized, now walking around her hybrid brother. "If it wasn't me fighting him, but one of the Androids, he'd be dead. Is that what you want?"

Trunks huffed, still on his knees before swinging one leg out as she had done to him before, knocking her legs out from under her. As she landed on her back, Trunks used the momentum of his kick to launch himself on top her, straddling her waist and his hands poised to strike. "Don't count me out just yet," he spat to the side, his gums bleeding from her strike.

Mia smirked, quickly flipping them so Trunks was pinned underneath her. Her other hand moved quickly to place a ki blast by his face as she hissed, "This isn't a videogame. It's life and death. If you plan to strike, you strike to kill." Trunks squirmed underneath her, his eyes wide at the ki blast less than an inch from his face. Its heat caused him to sweat, and he screwed his eyes shut, fearing she'd actually follow through with it.

Suddenly, Mia was sent flying off him into another pillar, leaving Trunks wide-eyed as Gohan stepped next to him. "I think it's time you go home, Trunks." The purple-haired Saiyan let out a heavy sigh he'd been holding, gulping in air behind it as he nodded. The boy got up, wiping his mouth with his sleeve as he flew back to Capsule Corp. Gohan let out a small relieved huff as he realized Trunks wasn't affected by the smell as he'd originally feared. Just him. He wasn't sure if that should annoy him or put him at ease.

Gohan's black eyes fell on Mia's as she picked herself up, brushing the dirt off her clothes. "If you're only here to be difficult or scare children, then I suggest you leave."

"He should be scared," Mia huffed, standing up straight. "He should be scared shitless that he can't hold his own long enough to survive. Only the strong survive here."

Gohan scowled at her, disappointed. His fists clenched at his sides, unable to fathom how those fantasies of her kept dancing around his head. "You sound an awful lot like your father."

"Must've been a wise man," Mia countered, a sardonic laugh as she added, "because I was referencing Darwinism."

"He was an asshole who couldn't see past his own pride," Gohan stated, ignoring her scientific reference. Yes, he'd studied Darwin when he was younger, and he could appreciate her study of it as well. But that didn't excuse her behavior. "Now if you're only here to scare Trunks, then leave."

"You think he could have beaten me with those moves?" Mia scoffed, stepping closer to the hybrid and eying him curiously. Her gaze burned him up.

"I think he's a kid!" Gohan snapped at her, his power broiling beneath him, fighting his mind as the scent began to filter into his senses again. She was too close.

Mia nodded, her gaze narrowing on him as she challenged, "Fine. Then you fight me."

Gohan paused, his brow furrowing as he smiled curiously. A sick sort of hope began to twist in his heart as he asked, "You wanna fight me?" Mia nodded, settling into her Saiyan fighting stance. "Alright then," he growled. Gohan settled into his own fighting stance. He wouldn't pull out Super Saiyan yet, just try to sense her skill level, then take out Super Saiyan to finish it. Make her pay for all the frustrations she'd imposed on him. A small smile found its way to his face as he thought, If I were a couple months older, I'd be the same age as Dad when he fought Vegeta. The coincidence of it made him feel closer to his Dad in some way. "Whenever you're ready," he breathed.

Mia huffed, preparing herself to fight. A breeze wisped between them, kicking up dirt and sand, catching their hair. The breeze died down, and they remained frozen for a pregnant beat before Mia charged forward. Gohan deflected her by spinning on his heel, and shifting her momentum to send her flying past him, expecting her to go further than she actually did. Instead, she did a flip turn, forcing her momentum into her ki, and shooting a blast at him. He dodged it with ease. They phased out and back together, fists flying at each other. They collided together, their clashes making thunderous clamors. The back of his mind screaming that he was stronger than her, that he needed to prove it and make her submit to him. He was getting excited again.

Gohan's heart pounded at the prospect of meeting his match in Vegeta's own daughter. Like history was repeating itself in the oddest of ways. Every punch was met with a counter, and they flew through the skies like it was a deadly dance. They threw kicks that sent the other flying. Ki blasts flying after each other, but were easily countered. Eventually, their fight found its way to the destroyed half of West City. With one last punch, they flew apart, each landing on half dilapidated office buildings across the street from each other.

Their breathing was heavy as they paused their fight, their glares focused on each other as they fell into fighting stances. The rain came in slow before turning into a downpour. Neither of them looked away from the other. Mia launched first, using the rain's low visibility to camouflage her movements, landing a headbutt on his lower chin. He flew back, stopping himself with a yell, charging himself up and snapping into Super Saiyan. He zoomed back at her faster than she could register, spin kicking her at her waist, sending her flying into the building she had previously stood on, the concrete crumbling around the hole she made.

He waited a few moments for her to come out, but she didn't. He huffed, knowing he'd have to go in and get her. He flew in, his Super Saiyan glow lighting up the room. The cracked concrete, old tarps and bent rebar presented the room as a construction project long forgotten. A darkened doorway led to another room, and Gohan shifted towards it. He saw the puddle on the ground leading to that shadowy entrance, telling him that's where she went. She dove out at him, fist ready, which he deflected, shifting her momentum into the wall, following closely behind as he pinned her to it.

His breathing was ragged as they stood there, their battle paused as he fought the visions in his mind. She moved her hips slightly to shift control, and he slammed his hand against the wall and cracking it. He growled, "Don't move." That action caused him to press into her more as he struggled against his mind. His other hand moved of its own accord, resting on her hip to stop her moving. Her skin was burning, like a fever devouring her from the inside, agony building in her core. Their minds connected, and he could hear her mind screaming, JUST DO IT ALREADY! Another whiff of that honeysuckle musk, and his instincts took over, flooding out his reason.

His lips crashed into hers, and his grip on her hips tightened, kneading her skin as his hips pressed into hers. Her hands snaked their way up his chest and shoulders and into his hair. She gripped his head and neck tight, pulling her legs up to wrap around his waist as she opened her mouth, letting their tongues fight against each other as their ecstasy rose. He stepped back, trying to balance the new weight, but slipped, and fell on his ass. Mia broke their kiss to laugh at him, still straddling his hips, and his brain began to clear for a minute from the pain. The moment of confused clarity found him wide-eyed as she pulled off her crop-top, revealing a lacey black bra supporting considerable sized breasts. The reason half of his mind immediately began asking, What are you doing!? Stop, and think about this! You've only known her for …

Mia's lips crashed against his again, drowning out his reason as her scent filled his senses again. His instinct took over again as his hands roamed over her, digging themselves into her skin under her bra hooks. She moaned at the contact, and the sound made him hard. She pulled off his shirts feverishly, getting a little help from him as he felt the need for more contact. His hands skimmed over her back, this time heading south for better grip on her. His hands slipped under the waistband of her pants and brushed something furry. He pulled out her tail, his hand running with the fur as she let out an ecstatic gasp, grinding her hips into his. Whatever remained of his reasoning was obliterated by her groan and friction. He flipped them, pinning her to the cold concrete ground as he pawed at her pants yanking them down as she squirmed, kicking off her boots. Her hands untied the blue band belt holding up his pants. Soon they were down to nothing, her legs wrapped around his waist, positioning him at her entrance.

A shiver ran down his spine, bringing him back to reality once again. This isn't right! This is Vegeta's daughter. You hate her! Gohan's ragged breathing slowed as his mind started to clear again. This wasn't right. This would confuse everything he understood about himself, his feelings, love. Yes, he'd fantasized about her. But it wasn't him, and it wasn't something he would actually do. So why was he doing this now? They didn't have protection. What if she got pregnant? What if …

Did anyone ever tell you, "You think too much?" His eyes were wide as she posed the question in his head, like they shared a mind. When he read her mind earlier, he didn't think that she would be able to do the same back.

I'm sorry, he thought, his muscles pulling himself back a little.

She understood the tone, letting out a growl as she pushed him away with her foot, rolling out from under him. She grabbed her clothes, silently and deftly, forgoing putting her underwear back on for expediency's sake. Without their bra to support, the bottom of her breasts hung out of her crop top as she laced up her boots, huffing and shaking her head and cursing her luck. Gohan sheepishly redressed as he said again, "I'm sorry."

"Shove it," she grumbled, dropping her last laced-up booted foot with a thud as she stood. Gohan let the silence linger as she walked to the opening, the one she'd made when he sent her plummeting into the building, where she stopped. "For the record," she started, her disdain dripping from her voice as she turned, seeing him holding his shirts, his thumb and forefinger rub circles around the white kanji for "Turtle." Her seething gaze found his innocent one as she continued, "Hybrids can't have kids. So, you couldn't impregnate me if you tried. And Two, 'hate' is a very strong word for someone you begged to have on your team!" His gaze fell from hers to the ground, almost shamefully, as she let out a derisive snort, and zoomed off into the sky. Chewing the bottom of his lip, unsure of everything now, he pulled on his shirts and flew back to the training grounds to blow off steam by blasting rocks.


The next day, Gohan's mind kept drifting back to Mia and what happened the day before, unable to focus on anything. Trunks even managed to get him a few times in their morning spar. They sat down on a cliff, watching the clouds roll by. Gohan's right knee was propped up, his arm resting on it as Trunks dangled his legs over the side, kicking at nothing. "So, what happened yesterday?" Trunks asked, his squeaky tone full of curiosity.

Gohan frowned at the teenager, not sure what he was getting at. "Hmm?"

"After I left," Trunks asked. "Did you and Mia have a fight?"

Gohan slowly blinked at him before a small smile came to his face as he looked off, "What made you think that?"

Trunks gestured to the empty space around them as he stated, "Well, she's not here." He let the statement hang in the air before adding, "Kinda seems like you said something to piss her off." Gohan remained uncharacteristically silent at the second comment, rubbing his middle finger and thumb together in thought. "Did you?"

"Did I what?" Gohan asked, pretending he hadn't been listening.

Trunks shot a glare at his master, asking, "Did you do something to piss her off?"

Gohan frowned, looking away as he muttered, "More like didn't do."

Trunks eyed him more strangely this time as he asked, "Huh?"

Gohan ignored it, patting Trunks' shoulder as he said, "I think we're good today. Why don't you head on home, and I'll see you tomorrow." Trunks still eyed his master oddly, still feeling a little out of the loop at what happened the day before. But he wasn't one to ignore orders, so stood and began to fly back to the city.

Gohan's gaze focused on the passing clouds as he thought, wondering what he should have done. If he made the right call. If Mia wasn't coming back. He prayed she would. They needed her and her mother, and if she wasn't training with them over hurt feelings, Gohan needed to rectify that. Sometimes, he wondered how his father had become friends with Vegeta in the first place. Yeah, he respected him, but that didn't automatically equal friendship. Still, something needed to be done, and if she was as stubborn as her father, he'd need to make the first move.

Gohan pushed out his senses, focusing on finding her ki signature. She didn't know about suppressing her power level, so finding her was fairly easy. She was somewhere ten miles south from the Orange Star City outskirts. It didn't take him long to get there either. He was confused to find her at a small farm with a one-story house and a large fenced in pasture. He sensed her in the large red barn on one end next to the pasture gate, and he followed. He landed at the barn doors at the bottom, hearing her voice and a distressed mooing cow.

"Come on. Just work with me here," she huffed, her voice slightly strained.

He wasn't sure what he was expecting to walk in on when he found her but it wasn't what he found. Mia was not wearing her usual clothes, instead opting for overalls and an old ratty t-shirt that definitely didn't fit her, as it hung off her body making her appear smaller. She did have her hair pulled back in a braid, away from her face and the mess. She had plastic gloves all the way up to her shoulders, and her hands were inside the cow's backside as it mooed, struggling against her. Mia began to pull her hands out, holding onto a pair of calf feet, blood and viscous fluid bubbling out around them. "I know, it hurts. But you got this, Mama," Mia encouraged as she reached back in with one hand to help guide the calf's hind legs out first. The cow huffed a few times, clearly tired. Mia rested her left hand just above the cow's tail, her hand glowing with ki as she rubbed its fur with her bloody glove. The cow seemed to calm, letting out another loud moo as more of the calf came out, it's shoulders presented and begun to slip from its mother. Mia was quick to grab the infant around its waist, gently laying it on the ground as she removed the amniotic sack, clipping and tying its umbilical cord. The cow let out another loud moo before delivering the placenta in a large bloody plop, causing his stomach to turn uncomfortably.

The calf let out a bleat as it tried to wiggle out of her grasp, earning its mother's attention as the cow moved to lick and clean her young. Mia carried the calf into a nearby stall with fresh hay covering the floor, then led the mother in with it. The mother cow tended to her infant, licking it clean and nudging it to stand as Mia closed the large iron gate. She watched the new mother and baby as she commented, "A little too much for ya'?" She shot a smirk at the pale hybrid before turning back to the calf as it made its first failing attempt to stand.

"I didn't see you as a cattle hand," Gohan eventually coughed out.

Mia shrugged with an understanding laugh. "Usually, they can handle themselves. But the calf was presenting dorsally, so I had to step in," she explained. The calf finally tried one more time, standing up firmly, taking a few unsteady steps to its mother, as she kept licking her baby down. Mia let out a sigh, stepping away from the gate with a proud nod as she took off the gloves, dumping them in a bio hazard bin with some of the bloody straw. She walked up to him, curiosity in her eyes as she asked, "So, what are you doing here?"

He blinked at her awkwardly before replying, "You weren't at training today. I thought it might have been …" he trailed off, not sure how to finish the sentence. As she stepped closer to him, he still noticed her honeysuckle musk smell, but it was overpowered by the scent of blood and amniotic fluid, and he suppressed a gag.

She frowned at him, before looking down at her overalls, seeing them stained with blood. "Why don't I go get changed, and then we can do lunch." He followed her back to the house, giving her some space for the smell. She kicked off her boots outside the front door on the porch, then stepped inside, unclasping her overalls as he took off his boots, leaving them by the front door. As she stepped out of her overalls, rolling them up for the wash, she caught his eyes, wide again as he watched her undress. "What?" she asked agitatedly, her tail twitching in the air. He looked away to a ceiling corner awkwardly, and she rolled her eyes. "Not like you didn't see it all yesterday," she muttered sarcastically. She walked back down a hallway, which led to four doors, two rooms facing the front, one off to the side of the house, and one to the back. She opened the door on the back end of the house, leading to a bathroom. The sound of a shower starting up drifted down the hall and Gohan saw her dirty clothes fly out of the bathroom, landing in a heap on the floor. She left the door open as she pulled the shower curtain shut, and the sound of the water became muddled, suggesting she was in.

Gohan's fingers twitched as he was unsure of what to do.

"The people who used to own this place," Mia called out, freezing him in his spot at the end of the hallway as he listened, watching the steam drift out of the bathroom door. "They were the ones who took my Mom in when she landed here. Frank and Mia Shepherd. We kept in touch after my mom got her job in the Orange Star PD and moved out. And after high school, I needed a job, and they offered a spot helping handle the cows, which not to brag, I was pretty good at. They'd gotten too old to handle them themselves, and their son lived in East City as a stock broker. Being a Saiyan helped a lot with the manual labor they needed, and I got a steady paycheck. They died a few years back, and their son gave me the farm, saying the cows were his parents' thing and he'd just end up selling them. So, Mom and I moved back in, and the rest is history." She turned off the water, and padded out, a white towel wrapped around her torso covering her up.

She didn't look at him as she walked to the door he was standing next to, opening it up to reveal a light green bedroom. The bed was solid wood with a matching dresser/mirror set. She shut the door, leaving it only a crack open as she got dressed, which didn't take her too long. She was back out in her high-waisted jeans, long sleeve crop-top, and braiding her hair back into place as she walked past him to the kitchen. Again, he got that whiff of honeysuckle musk, stronger now that she was clean, and he braced himself for the images. He moved robotically back to the main area, doing his best to ignore the tantalizing fantasies whirring through his head, even more in detail now after yesterday's experience.

Mia opened the fridge, looking for anything she could put together for them, finding three large frozen pizzas. "Pizza good?" She called back to him, earning a small affirming grunt from the hybrid as he sat down at the table. She set the ovens' temperature and chuckled, knowing what was running through his mind now. Mia had long learned the birds and bees to Saiyan mating rituals and biology. The prudish culture around Earth did muddle the normal Saiyan mating processes, though, which was clearly what he had struggled with the previous night.

She ripped open the pizza packages, and put them into the ovens. She went back to the fridge, and grabbed a hard cider, calling back to him, "You want something to drink? I've got beer, cider, water, and hetap."

"Water," he said as he cleared his throat awkwardly.

She grabbed one of the water bottles, and tossed it to him before sitting down, popping the top off her cider and taking a sip. They were quiet for a minute before she said, "You know those aren't going to go away." He frowned at her, urging to continue. "The explicit thoughts running through your head," she added, pointing her bottle at him. She shrugged looking out the front window as she lifted the bottle back to her lips as she said, "Not until you bang them out, at least." And she took another sip.

His frown shifted to a disappointed glare at her crassness again. "How do you know what's running through my head?"

She swallowed, a smirk appearing on her face as she said, "Other than seeing them yesterday?" When he kept glaring at her, she smiled and added, "It's basic Saiyan biology. Saiyan men are hardwired to only think of fighting and competition, until a Saiyan woman in heat comes along, and reminds them they have dicks."

He decided to ignore her vulgarity, and focus instead on the information she provided. "So, you're in heat?" She nodded. "Like a dog, in heat?"

It was her turn to frown at him as she said, "You can see yourself out," pointing to the door.

"Sorry," he sighed, leaning forward on the table. "This is just new to me."

The oven dinged, and she waved him off, as she stated, "I understand. It's new to me, too." He frowned at that reply as she left to go pull the pizzas out of the oven. "Humans don't pick up on our scent. So, I've had over a decade practicing controlling my urges when I go in heat, but only to a certain extent," She added as she cut up the pizzas into eighths. She grabbed two paper plates from one of the upper cupboards, placing three slices on each plate. They could go get more when needed, as she assumed they would. She placed his plate in front of him unceremoniously, falling into her own seat. She grabbed a piece off her plate and took a bite. Gohan did the same cautiously, pleasant surprise showing on his face as its taste hit him.

"So, how long does it last," he asked carefully. "How often?"

"Once a month, three days," she answered around her pizza. He nodded sagely, noting today would be the last day. "I don't know about the pheromones' effect on you, though."

"What do you mean?"

She swallowed her bite, gesturing to her hair. "I don't know when the scent exactly wears off. The fever lasts three days."

"Oh," he sighed, frowning at his third slice. That did put a damper on things. His mind drifted back to the effect the smell had on him, wondering if it was worth the risk to bring her back to train. He remembered Trunks didn't have any issues with it. "Why doesn't it effect Trunks?"

She shrugged, figuring the question was bound to come up. "He's related to me by blood, being my brother. I don't know why, but it doesn't smell the same the closer related you are to someone. My mom usually tells me to shower way more often when I'm in heat, because I smell so bad to her. Vice Versa. But being the same sex does make the smell worse too." She polished off her third piece, gesturing to the pizzas, asking, "You want more?" He nodded, handing her his plate. She grabbed them each another three pieces, and settled back down.

"So, I'm the only one who'd be affected by it?" he surmised as he took another big bite.

Mia shrugged, placing her pizza back on the plate and smiling evilly as she asked, "I dunno. You got any brothers?"

He laughed at her joke, the first time he'd laughed in a long time. It was a buoyant sound that he almost didn't recognize, and he realized he'd missed that feeling. She laughed with him, hers more of a dainty chuckle as she took another bite. His eyes reached hers, while she was smiling, he could still sense her hunger in them. Her fever devouring her from the inside shone through her eyes with a spirited fire. He scooted a little closer to her, and she mirrored his movements, her scent filling his senses. Except this time, he welcomed it a little, enjoying the vision of her mewling his name a little more than he had the past couple days. He knew he didn't love her, but he was more than tempted to give into her now that he found out more about what was going on. And her eyes told him she wanted him badly.

"Three days, once a month," he breathed huskily.

She breathed, almost reading his mind through his eyes, knowing he was considering following through this time. "Only if you don't hate me," she whispered equally as husky.

Their lips were inches apart as he said, "I don't hate you." They closed the distance between them, his lips landing on hers, and felt her roaring hunger for him as she immediately deepened the kiss, licking and caressing his tongue with hers as her fingers found their way into his hair again. I've never actually done this before, he thought, knowing he'd follow through this time.

Same, but it doesn't matter.

She sifted through his mind, seeing the fantasies he had of her, and smiled into the kiss. They'd be doable. A pang of excitement burst through him, and he surprised her as he lifted her up bridal style, carrying her back to her bedroom and placing her on the bed. She helped yank off his shirts, tossing them across the room, then doing the same with her shirt. His heart pounded as he took in her chest again; it was a marvel. His hands roved over her skin, enjoying her pleasure coursing through her in waves at his touch. His fingers slipped under the underwire of her bra, feeling the mounds of flesh, her heart pounding through them. He hardened as he felt her nipples perk up under his attention. Her bra was a lacy front clasp that she easily undid, her breasts springing forward as he helped ease the lacy fabric away to take in her bare chest. She untied his pants feverishly, letting them pool at his ankles. He stepped out of them, lifting and positioning her further on her bed, climbing onto it, nestling his hips between her legs, grinding into her groin. She let out a moan as she bucked against him, struggling to pull off her pants. He helped her pull them down, his fingers sliding under the waistband of her panties. He slid them down, not noticing her tail snaking its way up his boxers until it wrapped around his dick, squeezing and unsqueezing it, stealing his breath away. As soon as he discarded her underwear, he grabbed her tail, earning a moan as he slid his hand down it, disentangling it from his member. He pinned her tail down to the bed, listening to her desperate pants as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

She shifted their weight, throwing herself on top of him. She gave him another smooch, grinding against him a little before trailing kisses down his face, neck, chest, and abs, her fingers playing with his boxer waistband. Slowly, she pulled it down, letting his manhood spring forth, smiling as she replayed one of the fantasies he'd had. She smiled as her hand wrapped around the base of his cock, licking the head before pulling it into her mouth, letting her tongue wrap around it twice as he let out a gasp. She pulled him out of her mouth with a pop, sliding back up to his face, positioning his member at her entrance, teasing his head with it.

His hands ran up from her hips to her waist, flipping her back underneath him. His lips crashed into hers as he pushed his member in, enjoying the tight slippery feel of her as he fully sheathed himself in her. He pulled out excruciatingly slow as their tongues danced against each other before sliding back in. One of her hands made its way back to the base of his skull, the other gripped at his back, pushing him to keep going.

His mind searched hers for her needs, his hand traveling down to a much-neglected bundle of nerves, his thumb finding it easily with her mental guidance, and she let out a howl of pleasure. He grinned with pride at her reaction to his ministrations, settling into a beat he felt she enjoyed as much as him, his thumb rubbing her with the movements of his hips. "Oh. Goha … Ah … AH," here voice pitch climbed as he felt her orgasm building, his not so far behind. "Ah… Go … ha-AH!" He could feel her peaking as she let out a final high-pitched scream as her orgasm rippled through her, starting with her pussy clamping down on his cock, the pressure causing his own peak to arrive sooner than he thought. The pressure of his ejaculate into her pushed her into an immediate second orgasm. He rode into her, his mouth pressing into hers as their ecstasy was magnified by the others. As the effects of her orgasm wore off, he slowed to a stop, but not pulling out just yet as they breathed, gasping for air as if they'd just finished sparring.

Both of them feeling tender, he carefully ejected himself from her, rolling off her to the side, his eyes focused on the ceiling as he panted, blinking as his mind filed away all the intricacies to what just happened.

She slapped his chest lightly with the back of her hand as she asked breathlessly, "You good?"

He smiled wide as he panted, "Yeah. I'm great."

"Good," she sighed, her naked form sidling up against his as she rested her head on his chest comfortably. His arm wrapped around her shoulders naturally as he did his best to calm his breathing and his heart. Through her skin, he could feel her body humming contentedly, still feeling some of her orgasms after effects.

As her face fell relaxed, he could see her resemblance to Vegeta, especially in her brow. His mind drifted to what people would think about them, maybe not together, but engaging in such behavior. His mother would care a little, telling him to marry her probably. Maybe his father would have done the same, but would have pushed for marriage a little less. The one reaction that brought a grin to his face was Vegeta.

Mia caught him as he tried to suppress his chuckles. "How would my father react to us mating?" she asked, one of her fingers drawing lazy circles on his chest.

"He's probably rolling in his grave," Gohan thought, thinking back to the open disdain Vegeta showed him between Namek and the androids.

Mia read his mind, seeing his memories of her father. Beating up Gohan at five, just because his father died after achieving the Super Saiyan form. Calling him a weakling because he chose not to train with Kakarot once he returned from space. Lording over his rank after Kakarot succumbed to the heart virus as being the prince of all three saiyans, including Trunks. But because Gohan was the son of low class Saiyan scum, that made him the most worthless. She sensed there was more, but she felt it was enough. "Wow," she huffed, "He was an asshole."

Gohan paused, unsure of how to respond. A part of him agreed, but another part wasn't in the habit of speaking ill of the dead. She pushed herself up to face him as she said, "If he couldn't handle this arrangement between us, then fuck him." She gave him a peck on the lips as she swung her legs out, hopping off the bed nimbly as she sighed, "I'm going to get some pizza." She almost skipped to the kitchen, feeling the endorphins from their romp coursing through her.

His gaze followed her in a happy confusion. Arrangement? Gohan thought, slowly getting up from the bed. He paused standing at the doorway, halfway into the hall, still completely naked. "Is that what this is?" he called to her. She leaned back, peeking to him, her mouth full of pizza. Her face was quizzical as she chewed. "An arrangement?"

She shrugged, swallowing her food before asking, "Well, what would you call it? It's not a relationship." She leaned back over the table, her butt and tail peeking into the hallway now as she grabbed another slice to eat. He suppressed the urge play with it.

"It's not?" he asked. Still unsure of the protocol in the current situation, but it was his understanding any sexual relations was a relationship. Whatever level that was, though, he wasn't sure.

Mia laughed at his naiveite. "No. If this was a legit relationship, we'd probably kill each other." She stepped back into the hallways, bringing him some pizza as she munched on her own two slices. He didn't turn it down, as now he was hungrier than before they did the deed. "No, this is definitely a 'friends with benefits' arrangement," she explained as she ate. "You still train me to master Super Saiyan. And when we get so mad we want to kill each other, we fuck instead."

He blinked at her slowly, not really believing what he was hearing. While he agreed with her one hundred percent on them wanting to kill each other, as he'd thought about it multiple times within the past couple weeks, a part of him was confused on how nonchalant she was about them having sex at all. They did just lose their virginity to each other. Usually woman got emotional or attached, at least that was what he'd been told.

Maybe sex isn't as serious to Saiyans, he mused, watching her casually eat pizza stark naked in her hallway.

She got a weird look on her face as she added, "You weren't expecting something more serious, were you?" He shook his head no, and bit into his pizza. "Good," she sighed. "Humans get so weird about sex."

Gohan frowned again, eyeing her strangely. "I thought you said you hadn't …"

"Oh, no," she said, realizing the insinuation of what she'd said. "I hadn't ever, you know … But in school, people thought I did because of one asshole. That's when I realized Humans are really prudish, you know? Like, if it was Planet Vegeta, literally no one would have cared," she explained, then she frowned thinking about it, adding, "Well, maybe me, being a female in the royal line. But otherwise, no."

A phone ringing back in the living room drew their attention, and she wolfed down the last of her pizza, as she made her way to the living room. Gohan suppressed a grin as he noted her altered walk, knowing he'd take a lasting effect on her. She picked up the phone. "Hello." Pause. "Are you looking for Goha - Oh. Uh … Yeah. Yeah, he's here."

Gohan frowned, mouthing to her, "Who is it?"

"Bulma," she mouthed back.

"Yeah. Ok. … Yeah. I gotta check on something first, but I'll be right there." Pause. "Yeah, I'll see you in a bit. … Wait, how did you get this number?" Click. She frowned at the phone before putting it back in its cradle.

"What was that about?" Gohan asked, as Mia briskly made her way back to her room, grabbing her discarded clothes, putting them on quickly. She picked up some of his too, throwing them at him.

"We need to go," Mia huffed as she tugged on her shirt. She looked up seeing Gohan still standing in her doorway, naked and awkwardly holding his gi with confusion. "Are you gonna get dressed, or are you just going to stand there?"

He frowned, pulling his clothes on as he asked, "What's with the urgency?"

Mia struggled into her pants and fastened them before she answered, "Mom woke up." She snatched up her boots, quickly pulling them on almost in stride. "Let's go."


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