The next weekend rolled around. She flew on the Nimbus cloud with her little brother. She was taking him to Bulma's so he could play with Trunks.
Once they arrived, Goten went off to play with his best friend. Gohan on the other hand, had someone she needed to talk to.
She went to the main invention room, where Bulma was.
Bulma was busy writing paperwork and analyzing graphs. She didn't notice Gohan's entry.
"Hi Bulma!"
She lifted her gaze to look at the youn teen. "Oh, hi Gohan! How's the training suit I made for you? Did it fit alright?"
Gohan smiled wide. "Definitely! Thanks a bunch!"
"Good. If you need anything don't be a stranger."
Gohan looked a little sheepish. "Actually, there was something I wanted to ask you."
Bulma smiled. "Fire away."
"Well… I was wondering if you still had dad's old ship. The one where he was sent here as a baby."
Bulma raised her eyebrows in surprise. Out of all the things she could have thought Gohan would ask, this wasn't one of them. "Why yes. It should be in the storage room number seven with other alien objects."
Gohan smiled triumphantly. 'Yes! Dad's space pod might have the information I need about the saiyan culture. Especially since it came directly from the home world, before Frieza destroyed the saiyan empire. It's a long shot, but it's worth a try.' "Could I take a look at it?"
"Of course! That ship belonged to your father, and well, it's only fitting that since he's gone it belongs to you."
"Thanks Bulma. Can I borrow some equipment to analyze it?"
She looked at Gohan with a frown. "Gohan, of course. You don't even need to ask. I trust you. I swear, Chichi has made you too formal. Someday I'll get you to rebel."
Gohan placed her hand behind her head and smiled nervously. "Hahaa! Sorry Bulma. Thank you!"
Bulma smiled fondly at the young teenager. She reminded her so much of her best friend Goku. 'Like father like daughter.' "Well, let's get you to storage number seven."
Gohan smiled wide. 'Perfect! I hope my plan works…'
…..
Once Bulma showed her the pod, she went to work. She was grateful that Bulma had done prior work to translate and learn about the saiyan culture when Raditz had first arrived, back when she was only 4 years old.
It was going to take a while. First, she had to become familiar with the equipment used to analyze the alien technology. Second, she was going to become familiar with the alien technology itself. Third, she needed to work on the Saiyan-to-Japanese translation program to update and enhance it in order to continue the work that was already in progress.
She sighed. She had a ways to go…
…
She was walking toward school with an open book in hand. Her senses allowing her to absentmindedly dodge other students and objects as she made her way to the classroom. A few of weeks had passed since she started working on translating her father's ship and she was getting so close.
A voice broke her concentration from her advanced technology textbook as she entered the room.
"Gohan!" A cheery Erasa called to her. "Look at what you got!"
Curious, Gohan folded her textbook and climbed the stairs to get to her seat. There was something rectangular on her chair.
Upon closer inspection, she saw it wa a box... of chocolates! Her eyes widened and she blushed.
Erasa laughed at Gohan's reaction. "Looks like someone's got a secret admirer!"
Gohan was still shocked and nervous. "I-I doubt it's for me…"
"Nonsense!" Exclaimed Erasa with excitement. "It's on your seat! And I think you should look at the paper that's on top..." She said in a sing-song voice.
Blushing redder, Gohan picked up the box of chocolates. On it was a small folded paper. The paper had one word written on it.
*Gohan*
The handwriting was beautiful. The letters elegantly written. It was for her. She was at a loss for words. 'But why? Who?'
"Hope you like chocolates Gohan." Said Sharpener from the seat behind. Gohan looked to the floor and blushed deeper. "Y-Yes…" She said barely a whisper.
Videl glared at Sharpener annoyed. "You shouldn't try to insinuate credit for what you didn't do."
Sharpener looked offended. "And what makes you think I didn't?"
Videl looked defiantly at Sharpener. "There is no way that handwriting belongs to you. Besides, if it was you, there's no way you wouldn't make it obvious if it was you. It's not your style."
"And what would someone like you know about style anyway? It's not like guys dare hitting on you. If you acted less like a boy and more like a girl th-"
His sentence was cut short as Videl punched him in the face. He fell backwards with a thud.
Everyone in the class was silent. The teacher broke out of his surprised state. "Miss Videl, I want you to report to the principal's office." Noticing Sharpener's bloodied nose as he got up he added.
"And I want you to head to the nurse's office."
Videl grabbed her bag and left the classroom. Sharpener left as well. The teacher looked at his students. "Well now, let's begin class."
As the teacher started class, Gohan couldn't help but feel that it was her fault that Videl got in trouble. She raised her hand and waited for the teacher to call on her. "Yes Gohan?"
"I need to use the bathroom, sir."
The teacher nodded. "Very well Gohan. You are excused."
She got up from the chair and bowed slightly. "Thank you." And she walked out of the classroom.
Instead of heading to the bathroom, she headed to the principal's office. She saw Videl sitting in the waiting area right outside the principal's office.
Videl looked at the ground deep in thought. She only noticed Gohan when she sat right next to her. "Gohan! What are you doing here?"
Gohan looked to the floor, a sad expression on her face. "I'm so sorry you got in trouble because of me…"
Videl blinked, startled and surprised by the apology. She studied Gohan closely. She looked guilty, like she really believed it was her fault and wanted to make it right.
Videl softened. Gohan was so different than anyone she had ever met. She was incredibly shy and always concerned for other's welfare. She seemed like she couldn't hurt a fly and didn't defend herself when other's bullied or ridiculed her.
Videl began to feel shame and guilt. She should have stepped in when she noticed it happen a couple of times, but she was always convinced that she would stand up for herself and beat up the bullies, proving that she was indeed the Gold fighter that appeared once over a month ago.
But she never had. She'd just stood there, head bowed and took the teasing and occasional shoving without retort. Maybe she was wrong about Gohan… she was so gentle and kind, she couldn't possibly hurt another.
Videl shrugged, arms crossed. "It's not your fault. He can be such a jerk sometimes, and someone needs to occasionally bring him down a notch."
He eyes followed movement as she saw Gohan reach below the chair and grab the box of chocolates she hadn't even noticed the girl had brought. Gohan opened the box and offered the
contents. "Here, have some."
Videl's eyes were wide in surprise. "You're offering some to me?"
With a bright smile and eyes close she easily responded. "Yep!"
She was perplexed. All this time she had treated Gohan as an enigma. Treated her with silence and suspicion. Being honest with herself, she wasn't really kind to Gohan at all.
Now, Gohan's offering her the chocolates from her secret admirer like they were best friends. And it seemed genuine.
Not like other people's so called friendships. People only wanted to be her friend because she was the daughter of the man who defeated Cell. No one really cared about her, except her friend Erasa. They were friends before the Cell games.
But Gohan seemed different. Genuine and kind. She didn't seem to care for her popularity. Surprisingly, Gohan seemed to actively avoid any benefits hanging out with her had.
Videl smiled, softening her features. "Sure… Thanks…" She grabbed a chocolate and watched as Gohan did the same.
A thought occurred to Videl as she ate the chocolate. "Hey Gohan, in a couple of weeks me and Erasa are going to have a sleepover at my place. You should come."
Gohan was surprised and became excited. "Wow! A sleepover! I've never been to one before!" There were sparkles in her eyes.
Videl shook her head incredulously. "You really did grow up in the mountains…"
Gohan closed her eyes and laughed nervously with her hand behind her head.
A woman's voice in the office broke their conversation. "Miss Videl, the principle will see you now."
Videl got up from her chair and was about to enter the door when she hesitated. She glanced at the floor and said in a low voice. "Thanks…" She then entered the office and closed the door behind her.
…
The weekend rolled around. Today was another sparring session with Vegeta, but she was more excited and nervous this time than prior times. She held a basket in her arm as she flew towards
Capsule Corp, where Bulma and Vegeta resided. The location of their next training session.
The basket contained a variety of rice sweets: rice balls, dango, daifuku, arare, and a few others. Her specialty was cooking rice treats, which greatly amused her due to her name, which means cooked rice.
She made these especially for Vegeta.
She had spent the morning and evening making various rice treats while her mother was out in town shopping. She had made various dishes of the same thing, trying to get it just right, to Goten's delight. He had been her more than willing tester to her batches of desserts, tasting a few of every batch and saying which he liked best.
Her feet touched the grassy ground of the lawn lightly and gracefully. To her dismay, her courage seemed to have stayed in the air.
Her nervousness began to overtake her excitement and she began to doubt if this was such a good idea after all. She had made these as a feast before training idea, like Vegeta had shared with her about 3 training sessions ago.
But her over analytical mind began to go into overdrive, causing great doubt into her plan. He had said that on occasion it is customary that a feast occurs before a training session… but what were the specific occasions? The 3 training sessions after that one did not involve a feast. Why was that day different? Is today okay or will it be an offense because it was not the right occasion?
She entered the Bulma's house. As she walked the hallway, her pace began to slow as the continued to ruminate. Her doubts grew.
What if he didn't even like rice desserts? Ok, she didn't know of any food that she, Goten, or her late father disliked, but still. What if rice or rice desserts was not the type of food that would be appropriate as a feast?
She definitely did not want to offend him. She still did not know the specifics of saiyan culture since she had yet to get the saiyan-to-japanese translator functioning yet… She was so close though.
She looked at the large basket in her hands and stopped. Not only could she offend his culture with prior stated reasons, but there was another reason. What she had in the basket could perhaps be considered a feast in human terms, but not even close to a saiyans terms.
Her heart sank. 'There is no way this is going to work…' Then she was frustrated with herself on top of the sadness. 'What were you thinking Gohan? You should know better! You could have
made a mockery of his heritage. You should know better than that having studied cross culture in human interactions...'
She turned and went to her second room. The room where she would often stay when she was helping Bulma with her projects. Prior to high school she learned electronic engineering and earned a bit of salary at the same time by helping out with Capsule Corp projects.
With disappointment, she set the basket on a table in her second room so she could pick it up after the spar and take it home. She was sad that Vegeta wouldn't get to taste the treats she had spent hours making especially for him.
She sighed and walked out of her room. She closed the door and made her way to the GR.
Entering the gravity room, she saw Vegeta finish a couple of kicks before looking her way. He immediately noticed something was bothering her. It was never hard for Vegeta to tell the mood states that the demi-saiyans were in.
He could easily read her tail language. Saiyan tail movements reflect inner mood and feelings, even when coiled around their waist. Saiyans instinctively payed attention to other's tails, though they normally learned to mask their mood by training their tails to be motionless unless the mood or feeling is too great. But Kakarot nor the halflings had been trained to do so, though he planned on training Trunks when he reached 10 years of age. He would not allow his son to give away his internal state to others.
He crossed his arms and stared into her eyes in silent inquiry. Even though it was not his style to verbalize the question, he asked it with his eyes. He was genuinely interested in what troubled her.
Gohan blushed under the intense gaze. She could tell that he was asking her silently what was bothering her. But she couldn't tell him! How do you tell Vegeta of all people that you spent hours making treats just for him but were afraid to give it to him? He would not only see you as a coward, but would probably laugh in your face for your failed attempt at pleasing him and attempting to honor his culture. No. She didn't dare share what was bothering her.
She decided instead to change the subject, and was grateful that there was a recent subject that easily came to mind. "I heard Bulma upgraded the training bots this week. How are they compared to their previous version?"
Vegeta continued to regard the young teen for a few more seconds. It was obvious she was avoiding the question. He noticed nervousness added to her emotional state, probably due to his gaze. His lips curled up into a smirk. He really did like her shyness toward him.
He decided to allow her space and not inquire further. For now. "Let's test them, shall we?"
She grinned and her tail flicked in anticipation of the added challenge. "Alright!"
After changing the settings to the gravity room they both walked to the center and crouched into their respective fighting position. This time they were facing away from each other since their opponents were the fighting bots. This time, they would work together rather than spar against each other. Adrenaline pumped through their bodies in anticipation.
…
After training with Vegeta she was exhausted. It wasn't like the exhaustion one gets from working too hard in bad stress. It was a satisfying exhaustion, her body was worn but it felt incredibly good. She always got that feeling after training, even the times when she could no longer move becaused she pushed herself too far. Though it's been years since she pushed her body to that point while training. Last time had been when everyone was training to fight Cell, so many years ago.
She walked down the hall of Capsule Corp with her sweat soaked towel around her neck, heading towards her spare room to take a shower before going home. She frowned seeing the basket she had placed there before her training. 'All those wasted hours cooking…'
She sighed. Grabbing her change of clothes she walked into the bathroom to shower.
Placing the clothes on a small shelf, she took the sweaty towel from her neck. As she did so, she could smell that the towel also had some of his scent on it, though faint. It wasn't strange, since sparring ensures contact with your sparring partner there was bound to be some of his scent on her that rubbed off onto the towel.
She leaned against the bathroom counter. Closing her eyes she inhaled his scent from the towel. She heard a feral growl and froze until she realize it came from herself.
Her body was heating up and she was feeling very possessive. She clutched the towel tightly.
She began to rub the towel sensuously against her cheeks, inhaling his lingering scent. Moving the towel lower she graced her perked nipples with the towel and gasped at the feeling. Tilting her head backwards, her legs widened as she moved the towel roughly against her skin. traveling lower. Lower.
She adjusted so she sat on the counter and drew her legs up spreading them wide. She could imagine Vegeta pressing against her. Grasping her thighs roughly keeping her legs spread wide to him.
"Ahhh…" A moan escaped her lips as she moved the towel between her legs as pleasure coursed up her body at the feeling. She imagined him grinding himself against her roughly,
wanting her as badly as she wanted him.
She growled and instantly turned around, now with her knees on the counter and her free hand on the wall. Growling again, she vividly imagined having turned the tables around, him now beneath her. She wanted to dominate the indomitable prince. To make him hers with a passion and intensity she did not know she possessed.
She grinded against the towel, heavy with need. The friction was not enough. She wanted him inside her, badly.
She removed the towel and slipped her finger inside of her wet entrance. "Ahh! Mnnnn…" Her hips grinded hard against the intrusion and she gritted her teeth. Sweat dropped from her body as she rode him hard in her fantasy. Imagining his hands pinned down by hers as she took him.
She roared when she came. Panting heavily leaning against the wall for support.
She felt drained and very exhausted. 'Ok, maybe I shouldn't do that right after training…' She blushed in embarrassment, turned the shower on and got in to take a shower.
Once she finished with her shower and got dressed she exited the bathroom, seeing the basket full of the rice treats on the table in the room. 'Maybe I can still give it to him…' She blushed and shook her head. 'No. What excuse would there be?' She hugged her waist with one arm and held her chin with the other in a thinking pose. 'Well, maybe it could be like a thank you gift…' Her eyes widened and a wide smile appeared as she suddenly thought of a good excuse. 'Yes! A thank you for accepting going to Trunks' party deal!'
Grinning, she grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. She began to write.
To Vegeta.
Thank you for going to Trunks' birthday party and training with me. Hope you enjoy these treats I made.
-Gohan
Grabbing the note and taping it to the basket she headed towards his room to drop it off.
She was surprised, but happy to see his door open as she got closer to his room. 'This is perfect! I can just drop it off inside his room and I don't have risk his possible negative reaction to my gift.'
As she got to the door, she heard the water from the shower turn on and she froze with the basket in hand. Her eyes widened, in the corner of the room, she could tell that the door was ajar!
Vegeta had first eaten food right after training. He was currently in the process of starting a shower.
In the process of removing his training suit, he scanned the Ki's in the house and was surprised to sense Gohan's Ki still in the building. He tilted his head slightly, it seemed like she was headed his direction.
Deciding that it was doubtful that was the case, he continued to remove his training suit. Once all clothing was removed he turned the shower water on. He was about to walk to the bathroom door and close it when he scanned Gohan's Ki and noticed that she was standing in front of his bedroom door.
He arched a brow, then smirked evilly. 'Well, well. Let's see what you'll do.' He left the bathroom door as is and got into the shower.
Frozen at the bedroom door she stared into the room, mouth open in shock. 'The bathroom door is open! He's taking a shower with the bathroom door open!'
Images of his naked body in the shower began to pop into her head. How the steam in the shower surrounded his sculpted body. How the hot water flowed down his chiseled muscles. How those muscles flexed as he ran them over his perfect form.
Her tail began to twitch as heat began to flow through her body again. She was getting quite aroused thinking of Vegeta in the shower.
She began to perspire as she was internally conflicted. Part of her wanted so badly to sneak a peek at Vegeta in the shower. 'No I shouldn't. Of course I shouldn't! But would it be so bad? He wouldn't notice…'
'Stop being so perverted Gohan! It's wrong! Wrong, wrong, W. R. O. N. G. wrong!' But she still wanted to.
Her body began to shake slightly as she battled with herself. 'He did leave the door open. Gohan really? That's not an invitation for someone to peek.'
Vegeta kept scanning Gohan's Ki. He was highly amused that she stood in the same place. He knew what she wanted to do. He chuckled. That girl had the courage to stand up to Cell and Bojack, but she didn't have the courage to look at a naked adult male.
She took a few hesitant steps into the room. She stopped halfway inside the room. 'No. I won't violate someone's privacy like that. Even though I really, really want to.'
Lowering the basket onto his bed, she glanced toward the bathroom and sighed. Why did she have to be tempted with something so grand?
Straightening herself, she gathered her resolve and walked out of his room.
She did not hear his amused laugh as she walked down the hall.
…
Vegeta was drying himself off as he exited the bathroom. He froze when he saw a basket on his bed.
Curious, he dropped the towel on the floor and picked up the basket.
Wonderful scents hit his nose. He opened the basket as saw an assortment of treats. All very delicious looking. He then noticed the paper that was taped to the basket and unfolded it.
A genuine smile graced his lips as he read the note.
