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Only Stop When I Say When

Chapter 4

"Report card day!" Goten chirped from his lazy position on the couch.

It might have seemed strange with all of them living in one house that Chichi didn't visit more often… Considering she lived right next door, it would have been completely possible, not to mention completely annoying.

But the elderly woman kept to herself ever since that day Goku had left for the final time. The final nail in the coffin, he supposed. She ignored Gohan the most and even though there had been many occasions when Videl and even Bulma had called his mother rude, he was in no easy agreement.

Gohan felt a sort of happy detachment about the whole thing. He was used to his father getting up to random activities without inviting anybody else. He was used to his mother comparing him to his father. It didn't make him upset.

He chewed on his toast with gusto, feeling famished from the night before. Well, it wasn't like Goku would invite most people to hurry up and die so they could join him in whatever adventure he got up to, but still.

Watching his father's back was what he'd always done.

"Woah~ho! Look at the diva!" Goten cackled and needled Pan about wearing a pair of attractive earrings – since when had she gotten her ears pierced?

"You're calling me that?" Pan screeched.

Perhaps Chichi visited the house when Gohan and his family left for work and school. Goten never bothered to mention what happened around the house, but it was suspiciously clean for an old twenty-something bachelor being left to his own devices.

"Just who are you trying to impress?" Goten's laughter filled his ears. The younger Son male could have stopped Pan from kicking him in the shins if he'd cared. But he had never cared.

Gohan rested his cheek against his palm, watching the girl high kick with some new cute boots he'd never seen before.

"I barely got my marks in by the due date." Mrs. Rice said, chuckling into her mug of hot coffee.

Gohan smiled at her pleasant tone. "I know that feeling. It felt like I'd never get mine in." In reality, he'd had the documents and numbers all prepared and submitted as soon as he had entered the last midterm test mark into the system.

The language department staff room wasn't anything special, but it had the small comforts that any adult having to deal with teens on a daily basis sorely needed. The department wasn't that big per say, but there were always teachers shifting in and out.

The Spanish teacher, Ms. Tamale shuffled in looking very dishevelled. "Don't tell me the school year's only half over." She bemoaned and poured the rest of the coffee pot into her thermos.

"What do you think, Mr. Son?" Mrs. Rice asked with politeness. "How has the term been treating you?"

"Ah, call me Gohan." He stalled, and took a long sip of his cup of tea.

The woman blushed. Gohan's mouth twisted behind his cup.

"Can we expect you back next year?" Tamale was chewing through a bagel with exceptional speed. "Or have you had enough?"

They all chuckled happily at the taunt but Gohan couldn't help the truth springing to the front of his mind.

The English teacher finished his cup and picked up his book bag at the foot of his chair. Gohan saluted the women on his way out.

When his contract ended with the school year, he wasn't coming back here.

As luck would have it, Gohan sat in his last period class of the day with Bra Briefs' eyes upon him. Somehow he felt like he was sixteen again, wanting to squirm under her gaze, as if she knew who he'd been thinking about when he was with his wife last night.

It wasn't even as though he loved her. Sure, he loved every single person he'd grown up with or the youngsters he'd watched in turn… but he knew this wasn't about love. That's what made it all the more difficult to make a decision on where he stood on the subject.

On one hand, it was absolutely wrong to lie to his family. Even if they weren't asking him the questions didn't mean he wasn't withholding the sordid truth.

On the other, he didn't feel anything more than a sense of adventure and, guiltily, a thrilling sense of risk. Hell, Bra was the kid daughter of Bulma and Vegeta. Trunks was her brother.

He didn't have any future plans involving her and she didn't mean much to him. But even still…

Deep down, Gohan knew the effects of this affair – was it a crime if they'd only kissed? – had the power to make or break his future.

So why didn't he feel all that compelled to worry?

This wasn't a battle to the death. This was a mistake in everyday life.

Maybe that was it, Gohan thought idly, watching the grimacing faces of his students. This issue was so plebeian, so everyday life of the average human that it didn't even register on his scale of 'Bad Things That Need Immediate Remediation.'

Bra wasn't a foe he could simply win against in a battle and then fly home for dinner. Neither were his feelings. He had to live with both, every day.

He had the final midterm marks printed out and neatly taped on one corner of his desk. The spiky haired man dusted it off a bit before he started calling his students down in groups.

He smiled at Cabinetta. She'd greatly improved since that first mark and the young girl grinned back at him shyly, colour growing on her cheeks.

"I'm proud of you." He said, truthfully feeling like he'd made her day.

When the students finally emptied out, Gohan packed up his belongings and locked the classroom door.

"Teach." Bra stood there, leaning against a random locker and inspecting her nails. Straggling students still lagged about, and the hairs on the back of Gohan's neck stood on end.

"Ms. Briefs." He said in his best professional manner. It was pretty impressive.

Bra raised an eyebrow. "I've got a question about my grade."

"You've got great marks. There's no need to talk to me, unless you stayed here for congratulations."

Her eyes narrowed at the dismissal. "As my teacher, I think you should at least hear out my concerns."

Gohan's mouth became a thin line. He was looking her up and down, which was horrible because he knew he shouldn't. "My concern is that you're here instead of going out on a great afternoon. Celebrate your success, you deserve it."

He walked briskly, moving down the hallway at speed normally reserved for retreating. Gohan didn't like to think of this as running away, but sweat beaded underneath his collar anyway because Bra kept up with him, stride for stride.

"There won't be a celebration if we don't go to your office and talk this through." She was walking next to him and tilted her head to snicker.

His feet thundered faster down the locker lined halls and the teacher swallowed, tugging at his collar. Bra was running right behind him.

The half Saiyan man reached out and grabbed the handle to his office door, but Bra slapped her gloved hand down on the glass that bore his name. He looked at her fingernails and noticed only one of them was painted.

"Let's just…" The blue haired girl breathed in and out rapidly, "Please."

His hand left its tight position on the doorknob and he placed it gently over her smaller one.

Bra rubbed at her own neck which was slightly flushed and grinned, this time with no ulterior motive glossing those lips. "Yeah?"

Gohan just stared at their hands on the frosted glass.

"What are you doing to me?" He asked quietly, almost certain the words didn't escape his lips.

The Briefs girl reached up with her other hand and tugged him so that they were looking each other in the eyes. Without warning, Bra went up on her tip toes and when that wasn't enough – she floated a little – and Gohan gasped as she gave him a chaste kiss on the lips.

He caught the back of her head and threaded his fingers through the ocean blue hair. He kissed her back and anyone could have walked down the hallway at any minute.

Gohan's hand fumbled and twisted the doorknob to let them inside.

Almost immediately, Gohan was pushed inside – were all the women in his life so aggressive? – and his tie pulled off. His mind flashed back to the previous encounter and how short it had been.

Gohan couldn't allow this to go on for too long. He had the power to stop after all.

Bra was much shorter, so he picked her up, their mouths level with each other. His hands squeezed at her hips but through the dizzying thrum of blood through his ears, he remembered to be gentle. His heart rate and ki nosedived as he forced himself into calm.

He supposed Bra felt the difference because her hands in his hair tightened. "Don't treat me like I'm weak." She said into his mouth.

"I'm not that kind of princess."

They twisted and turned and Gohan let himself be moulded up against the wall. Bra had her feet planted on the ground and wouldn't budge. The coolness of his belt buckle was pressing into her bare midriff. One of his elbows was jutting into his office palm tree, but he could care less.

Bra ripped out his belt and unzipped his pants. Her hand took hold of him and stroked in a confident if a bit frenzied manner. The half Saiyan man groaned and wrapped his larger hand around hers. He valiantly tried to slow the pace down, but Bra increased the pressure.

"I won't stop," Bra whispered with defiance into his chest and she slid down to her knees to use her mouth.

Gohan couldn't help it. His poor plant lost half of its leaves in his grip.

Her head moved up and down, glossed lips tight. Bra's hands curled around the backs of his knees and she tugged as if trying to get him to move. But he couldn't. He'd never done that before.

Bra stilled. Gohan watched her, red mouth on top of him. Bra peered up at him through her bangs, twisting his mind around her finger like a lock of hair.

Another groan left his mouth and his hips bucked forward. It felt so good, but he was very nearly afraid he'd jammed himself too far. Bra moaned around him and her fingers dug into his khaki pant legs with vigour.

Gohan let loose, and pumped himself into her mouth until the pressure and slick heat was too much for him.

"B-R-A-Aah…" He caught himself and shuddered.

Gohan couldn't bear to look down as he slid out of her bruised mouth. She sucked gently on the head when it passed her lips and a thin delicate line of fluid was the only thing that connected them before he immediately shoved himself back into his stifling and itchy pants.

There was a short rap on the frosted glass portion of his door.

"Mr. Son?"

The voice of his co-worker, Mrs. Rice, was like a thousand icicles had just fallen down on him. "Are you alright?"

"Y-Yes." Gohan's voice sounded extremely loud to his own ears. "Report card day, you know." A nervous kind of high pitched laugh escaped his mouth. "It finally caught up with me."

Bra stood up and wiped the side of her bottom lip with a finger, the only one that had been painted.

He held up his own index finger to her lips, intent on keeping her silent. Bra looked down almost cross eyed at the offending finger then back up with a wicked look. She stuck her tongue out and licked it, from base to tip and then sucked on it gently like a parody of before.

Gohan had to slam his other palm across his own mouth to muffle a sudden bout of coughs and sputters.

"Well don't stay cooped up in there all afternoon." The woman advised with cheer and finally walked away.

He didn't dare to breathe out the lungful of air that was compressing his chest. Bra pulled him down for a kiss on her swollen mouth and then guided his finger underneath her skirt.

She really wasn't wearing any panties.

Gohan shivered from the remnants of pleasure and horrifyingly – risky excitement – as he discovered her already slick and inviting. He told himself he should stop. Gohan chanted it in his head. It was the only thing he thought even while his finger slipped against her faster and faster.

He didn't let himself slide his whole finger inside of her, even when she tore a button from his shirt with her teeth and groaned, "M-More…"

Bra's chest was crushed against him and she breathed in an out fast, making small appreciative noises that should have stopped him. Gohan held her tightly and secretly relished in feeling her hot breaths through the sticky cotton of his starched shirt.

Finally she shuddered violently against him. When her shaking body came to rest, he let go of her and stopped.

Gohan took a few deep breaths. He couldn't look her in the eyes right now, but Bra was already pulling down her skirt and combing a hand through her hair.

"Don't—" The abrupt warning came out of his mouth and they were both surprised by it. Gohan looked at his balding plant with an unsettled feeling.

"Relax, Teach. I won't say anything." Bra said. She placed her finger to her lips. "It's always been our secret."

He watched her leave the office and the feeling in his gut intensified.

He'd been about to say 'Don't go.'

Gohan grimaced when he opened the front door and found the house in complete darkness. No one was home. The least Goten could have done was left a light on.

He flicked on some lamps before even thinking about taking his coat off. When he did, his hand immediately went to a small spot on his shirt, his fingertip brushing the place where there was a missing button.

Nothing prepared him for having Pan slam through the door only a few minutes after him.

Perturbed, Gohan barely got to put down his book bag and a good look at his daughter before she had flashed up to her room in a burst of ki and shut her bedroom door with a thunderous crash.

He stopped short, his hand resting lightly on a chair at the kitchen table. Would Pan even want him to try?

Gohan climbed the stairs anyway.

Pan was sobbing uncontrollably into her pillow.

The emotional teen's father walked to her bedside, his arms hanging awkwardly, like the trunk on an elephant's face.

"Pan?"

Kami, this was Videl's area of parenting.

Not that both of them were outstanding at being doting parents. Now that he thought about it, back when Pan had just been born Chichi had all but taken over the household. Then at toddler age, Goku had scooped the little quarter Saiyan up for training.

"She's such a slut!" Pan suddenly raged, and a lamp exploded from the power spike.

Startled, Gohan sat down on a dinosaur shaped beanbag chair.

"Who?" He asked in a careful voice as he rubbed her shoulder. The fact that she let him was proof enough his daughter had truly been disturbed.

"H-Her." Pan grit her teeth and turned her red-eyed glare to her father. "Bra Briefs."

Gohan's blood ran cold.

"She was k-kissing…" Pan let out a savage growl and her pillow ripped in two.

Gohan watched her with a sort of detached feeling. It kind of reminded him of taking a critical hit; one that knocks you down so hard it's impossible to move, impossible to speak, only leaving room enough to think: 'This is the end.'

Fresh tears spilled down Pan's cheeks and she buried her face in her hands, strangely free of those fingerless gloves now.

"She made out with Desker Chairs!" She cried.

"W..What?" The word ghosted out like his spirit leaving his body.

Pan nodded, as though her father's voice had finally gained some sort of quality that actually got through. "And the worst part is," She scrubbed at her face and then removed those girlish earrings Goten had been bothering her about.

"I actually thought he liked me…"

"Desker?" Gohan asked again.

His daughter had the decency to blush. "I… I know he's seventeen, but that's not so much of a difference. I mean, well, he's not a bad guy. It's that Bra." She bared her teeth.

"It's not fair. She's got money and looks and all the friends she could ever need." Pan brought her feet up and hugged her knees. "But everyone knows how many times she's been around the block. Girls like that… they'll get what they deserve!"

Gohan stilled and the side of his jaw clenched uncomfortably. He couldn't tell what was more guilt-ridden; the feeling of being protective of Bra's reputation or the fact that a few seconds ago he'd been thinking how to save his own skin.

"So what do you think then?" He asked slowly. "Are the men who like her just victims?"

"They're not men, Dad." Pan snorted. Her nose was running and he handed her a tissue from her dresser with one numb hand.

"They're just stupid boys who don't know any better."