A gust of wind came through the bedroom door, a stray hair, blue from the lovely Bulma Brief's head, drifted onto the nasal passageway of Gohan Son. The natural reaction for his body was to jolt awake, however Gohan's body was more confident and gave more of a gentle nudge to open his eyelids. It was hell for one of the Kai's to wake the slumbering Saiyan.

His dark hued eyes were graced by a dull lighting of the morning sun. The hair tickled his nose, so instead of letting it linger and irritate his senses further he pulled it away and let it fall to the floor, where he presumed it came from.

There was an unfamiliar weight on his arm, right arm to be specific, and it didn't make it hard to move, but the pressure was noticeable. He glanced over, his nose following a thick and alluring scent, they just so happened to be targeting the same person.

The elder beauty was still sound asleep; his arm was draped around her side, holding her close. His tail, which had apparently slipped out from his gi, was now wrapped around the cerulean haired babe's leg, securing her position. He blushed, it was rather high up her leg too, he could feel the heat radiating from between Bulma's thighs. He had no doubt that that's where the luring scent came from, it was so full, thick, and inviting could have also easily described it.

He needed a shower, he didn't have the luxury of body wash, so he was going just on his pure scent and the rather sweet water that flowed on the Kai's hallowed grounds.

Her breathing was slow, she must have been having a nice dream, since the pattern was smooth, he just waited and listened, her laying there and breathing was soothing to him on many levels. But right now, he needed to clean himself off, and whoever's fleeting energy could wait, he only wondered what Trunks was doing up so early. Also where he was off to in such a hurry was just as pressing a mystery.

His arm was a bit complex to remove from underneath her, he had to twist, bend, and well maneuver in ways he didn't think he would've had to. But he managed to, and without waking his sleeping love at all. She shifted, but it was only slight; a gentle kiss to the woman's cheek made her ease up, his presence was calming to her even when she slept. His tail was much more reluctant to remove itself, Gohan was afraid he'd take off her leg, or in fact just haul her around behind him. But it seemed to get the picture that she could sleep as long as she wanted to, and he had to get cleaned up for the day.

He did have to walk back to his room, which was well dusted, or they had vacuum-sealed. Once he found some simple things, his body wash, which had a layer of strange filmy mold, he was just glad it didn't stick and came off easily without a trace. Everything was just as he left it, he wasn't sure if he should have felt weirded-out or relieved. Well it wasn't exactly healthy to cling to someone that was thought to be dad for many years, but it felt great to know they respected him to the extent of leaving his things alone; which wasn't much to begin with.

He just took a few things; a change of clothes, his toothbrush and toothpaste, and then that body and hair wash. He had a feeling Bulma would let him bunk with her, so he would just take them and put them with hers. He also grabbed some clothes to change into, since this was, even though made by the Kai's magic, still stinky. Once everything was gather and tucked away in a young man's bulky arm, he set it aside in the bathroom, and turned the curtain of water on and submerged his deep tanned and toned body in, setting himself to cleaning.

Bulma was waking up when she heard the shower running, first she wondered who the hell was in her shower at this time, Trunks had his own to bathe in. Though once she walked close enough she heard a much richer and deeper voice humming slowly in the steam.

It sounded like… he was either dancing or fake fighting behind the rubbed shield of a curtain. She wanted to peek, or even better: join him. Well she needed a shower too! And with that thought she began to weave her way out of her garments, first was the belt buckle, and that was followed by lowering her tight-fitting pants, after that she lifted her short-sleeve shirt, letting it fall to the floor once it was off. Then she took off her long-sleeve shirt, the dark scarlet was a match for the violet shirt she'd worn above it.

She stood there, clad in her lace, which some women would have though a bit extravagant for her age. Bulma had her pride, her body was still in its youthful condition, maybe some wrinkles here or there; she could be mistaken for someone half her age, she kept good care of herself, even during the Android's onslaught. It was all she could do besides worry and plan for the time machine she was supposed to make.

The lace was fine, detailed with embroidered vines that lead to nothingness. They simply looped around, crossed over, they weren't custom but she enjoyed where they stopped, or began, whichever. The bass of the lingerie toned to a lilac, one of Bulma's favorite flowers and scent, the intricate embroidery was a deep hot pink, it contrasted beautifully to the woman's alabaster skin tone.

The flexible Brief reached around and unclipped the hook, the straps the only thing holding the lace up on her bodice. She slipped herself out of the confines the silken fabric held, feeling daring and sexy because her lover-boy was just on the other side of that floral curtain. She had her fingers dipping underneath the ridge of her panties when the water stopped. Instantly her face became a deep crimson, what exactly had she been thinking?

Gohan came out, seeing the woman standing not more than five feet away, his face became confused, blue with that high level of befuddledness. Then he saw her more revealing features, he straight-out had the first nosebleed of his life right there. Bulma had one too, however she was far further down his body, with a size like that it was going to be taking some use to. Water dripped down to his lowest places, his body looked sweaty because of it, wait was that a tail?

But the definition of his muscles made her continue to hungrily trace his body, every little twist made his body react like it was a well-oiled machine.

And Bulma knew what she was thinking about, she worked with them daily. Gohan's body was like a firm bench, she wanted to lay on that bench, do some work on it, she wondered how long it would take to get that bench to moan and rock against her.

She had been so caught up in her thinking that she didn't catch Gohan fall back in the shower curtain, she forgot who she was dealing with, his innocence was so incredibly cute, even Yamcha wasn't this adorable. She felt a gust of wind when she turned away to redress herself in her day-old clothes.

The voluptuous woman turned her head, expecting to still see her fiancé cowering in the curtain. He was no longer in the room; she gave a small sigh, as long as he didn't vanish like that during more intimate times in their relationship. She'd let this slide, since he and her both didn't really expect anything to happen. But when did that tail grow back?

Gohan hurried into the room and dressed himself, his face was completely flushed, he'd seen her half naked while getting out of the shower. His entire body was set on edge, the rush from being caught naked and seeing her compromised made his adrenaline force through his veins like a train on a track.

He heard the water turn back on, she must've hopped into the shower once she saw him flee. He sighed, that was certainly not how he expected the second day to go. Gohan didn't have the nerve to barge in on her, nor ask why she did and what she intended to make happen.

The eldest Saiyan walked outside, it had stopped raining sometime in the night; it was partly cloudy with puddles everywhere. It was just warm enough that water hadn't froze. But it was still rather chilly for someone with a jacket. Which Gohan happened to have.

His hands were in his pockets, he could still sense Trunks, and the teen was within running distance. Gohan was curious about where he'd gone off to. Though he wasn't about to force his nose into the young man's private affairs. However, it still intrigued Gohan that the younger half breed would run out like that. Sure he would be considered a man now, but that hardly gave much reason to run out on his mother so early in the day.

He shrugged it off and began his morning stretches. He had things that needed to be done as well, much more important things. The Kai's entrusted him to this task, he was going to find what had caused such a calamity eons ago.

After a few moments the water stopped overhead, Gohan was just finishing up his stretches, he felt his power flowing through him stronger than a river, and far more ferocious than that really weird creature he fought half a year ago.

"Hey," he uttered barely above a whisper when Bulma descended the stairs with a towel wrapped around her head. She was dressed at least, in some loose-fitting t-shirt that looked like it was Gohan's, which it probably was. He didn't mind. In fact he thought it was rather hot for her to be in his clothes.

"I'll be out for a bit today; I'll be home after noon sometime." He explained, hovering next to Bulma on the patio.

She smiled in kind, gripping his shirt to pull him down to passionately mash her lips against his. Once she'd finished she spoke quietly, just to be sure that he was listening; "we have some things to talk about when you come back. So it's okay to be back for lunch." Her lower lip was slipped between her rows of teeth, her eyes glued intently on Gohan's mouth.

He nodded, she was playing with her ring, so he knew it would probably mean they were going to resume where they left off those few years ago. Their wedding, Bulma was impatient, Gohan knew that.

He flew off, towards the Lookout. He had a guardian to talk to and let know the ropes of Earth.

The Kais had incredibly strong minds, able to read them from the other side of the cosmos. They'd scanned Trunks' mind once he'd saved them from the Androids, they found the new guardian of Earth. Since they knew he'd do well in the other timeline, they knew he would do the same in this. Dende. He was chosen, as well as self-requested to be the new tenant at the Lookout. Gohan brought him with when he came, that's where he went to first, and then he went to Bulma and Trunks' to be welcomed back.

Like his father Gohan came back to Earth with plenty of new tricks, he had abilities he didn't know existed, but they apparently did. His father's Instant Transmission, which the Kai's helped explain it wasn't exactly speed, more of a de-atomizer and reanimation. It took immense focus to add to Gohan's arsenal, but he was able to procure it a bit slower than his father had. Then, there were his transformations; he'd unveiled a few, with the Kai's intense training and with aid of his tail he was told he'd be able to go farther. During a few incredulous rounds under the full moon the Saiyan was able to master the Oozaru, of course it took the entire night, filled with the Kai's tricking him out of instinct and into his regular mindset again.

A swift breeze caught Gohan's attention, it smelled strangely, and instead of going straight to the Lookout he followed the trail. It led him to a newer city, one not really that far from the mountains of ocean surf.

Orange Star City.

The sign was new. He floated down and landed without as much as disturbing the sidewalk beneath him. There was a young woman standing alone on the street corner, due to the distance he'd flown it was just at sunrise on this side of the globe.

She seemed sad, like something was missing from her life. Or her whole life was missing, someone erased it. It never happened. Gohan felt a little uncomfortable standing there with her back turned to him; he was also drawn to take a small step forward. She stirred; Gohan was able to spy the sadness in her eyes. She'd been having dreams, sad dreams that were inexplicable that she'd always remember.

Her eyes were a striking blue, her face was smooth, though wrinkled, and also she seemed to be wet with tears. She was dressed in something somewhat formal, made to be durable to the extent of fighting. It was a teacher's outfit, but it seemed awkward, like she was supposed to be wearing something looser; or maybe not that at all.

A small embroidered word was on the woman's chest pocket. Satan.

"Hello?" Her honeyed, yet firm tone began, "is someone there?"

Gohan didn't take another step; for if he did it would change his life forever, and right now he didn't need that. She did see him because the rising sun was covering him as well as the dark shadow of an ominous building.

Gohan flew off, faster than her eyes would be able to pick up, but he heard another woman's voice. He turned to see a blonde woman and hear her say; "Hey Videl we better get going, everyone needs their Phys. Ed. Teacher right as rain!"

Videl Satan was her name; Gohan didn't have time for this. He hoped she'd find what she was looking for.