A/N: OH GOD OH GOD I LOVE THIS CHAPTER OH GOD. Any evil man from the Son family = instant love. I don't even care if this pisses people off. I love this story. I love how goddamn twisted this is. Now my girl crush has transferred to Gohan. I don't know, I see him as just really angry in this timeline.

Warnings: Mild non-con/lime.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or anything affiliated with it.

-MalRev

A Poor Player

12

Hanging around Pan turned out to be exactly what I needed.

Gohan and Videl had a pretty big house. It rivaled the size of mine and honestly, Videl spent more time decorating and making it feel like an actual home than my mother did. We went in the kitchen to make ourselves dinner—fried chicken and steamed vegetables—and she Skyped her mother while we ate in their big dining room. Videl was happy to see me with her daughter. She wanted Pan to be normal.

"How're you doing nowadays?" she asked, crocheting a blanket without even looking at it.

You could tell Videl was pregnant. Her cheeks were flushed and the smile never left her face. She turned into quite the homemaker when she settled down with Gohan. Videl was by far my favorite member of the Son family. The rest of them were kind of abnormal.

I shrugged, stuffing chicken in my mouth. "Not too bad. I wish my mother would let me go to school but hanging out in the woods with Goku was fine. It's super boring."

"I promise things won't be boring at our house." Videl glanced down at her blanket and pulled a few stitches out. "Pan is always looking to go shopping or whatever else and I don't have the energy to do it right now. You two will have a great time. Gohan can focus on work, too, so Panny and I won't be living in a cardboard box."

"You're hilarious," Pan said sourly.

"I know, sweetheart. Your father reminds me of that every day. Well, I need to go pat Valese's back while she pukes. Goten has a weak stomach—I think it runs in the family. Have fun, girls!"

We waved goodbye and Pan shut the laptop, muttering about her mother being a jokester. She watched me take out my cell phone and quickly took hers out, which was a regular flip phone. I glanced at her briefly and realized she wanted my number. It was probably a good idea.

After we exchanged number she awkwardly rubbed the back of her head. Now she was watching me shoveling food in my mouth. I was too hungry to care so I kept on going until she started talking. I'd been too stressed out to eat very much at Goku's.

"Grandpa isn't a bad person," Pan said. "He's… well, he doesn't understand things."

My throat tightened. I had a hard time swallowing my food. "Yeah, I know. I'm not upset or anything." Lie. That was a huge lie. "He's nice to me. It's just really weird sometimes with the age difference."

"That's what my daddy said. He didn't tell mom, though. He didn't tell anyone and neither did I. Ever since I told him he's been locking himself in his office a lot with the music up really loud. It's all old symphonies. Mozart, I think."

"I wouldn't be very happy if I found out my father was chasing teenagers." I took a sip of my juice and leaned back on the couch to text Shoppa. "Would you be?"

Pan stuck out her tongue in disgust and picked up our plates to put them in the washer. My heart was racing and I was happy that she was only a quarter Saiyan. Half-breeds like me could hear the squelching of blood slipping through arteries if someone's heart was beating fast enough. She asked if I wanted to hang out in her room and I agreed. It was the safest place to be.

We talked for a while about everything that had happened. She didn't blame me for Chi-Chi's death even though she knew as well as I did that it was what ultimately drove her to hang herself. She was mostly upset with Goku for even straying from her in the first place. I considered telling her about the dead pregnant girl in the woods but I didn't want to drive her even further from her grandfather.

The conversation only touched on Goku and me for a few minutes, much to my relief. Pan pushed me to tell my parents and save myself the pain of keeping it all inside. Yet she still admitted that Goku wasn't a bad person—his heart was made of gold but it wasn't in the right place. She kept the secret for years before finally caving and telling her father. It didn't bother her until Chi-Chi killed herself over it.

She never thought Goku would act on what he was telling her. He was always joking around. She never knew when to take him seriously. Neither did I.

Both of us took showers and got ready for bed. My parents had dropped off fresh clothes for my next week away from home. Why wasn't I allowed to go back there? I wanted to talk to Pan about my family but I didn't want her to think I was weird so I kept my mouth shut. She already knew I was making out with her grandpa. I couldn't push my luck with our tenuous friendship.

It was nice to talk to another girl. I was starting to feel comfortable again. We both fell asleep in her big bed as rain began to pour outside…

Hours passed before I woke up. It was the typical inspiration for my brain to pull me out of deep sleep—I needed to use the bathroom. I yawned and carefully got out of bed so I didn't wake Pan, then made my way down the hallway toward their half-bath. As I padded down the cold hardwood floor I could hear music playing from another room. The door was shut.

Really bad idea, said the voice in my head. Go back to bed before you find something you'll regret.

I decided to go to the bathroom before I did any snooping. When I came back out into the hall, the door was slightly ajar and I could hear some kind of classical music. I gently nudged it open a bit more and peered inside to see what was going on.

Gohan was sitting ramrod straight in a big black chair with his eyes closed. His hands were clasped neatly in his lap. The huge window behind him was open, letting moonlight pour in to illuminate the paperwork scattered across his desk. His eyes opened and black irises flickered to me. He blinked and a gruesome smile spread across his face. I shrank back again.

"Come in," he said.

It wasn't a request. I stepped inside his office and shut the door behind me, terrified to the core. Gohan pressed a button on his desk and the music was off so we were plunged into an eerie silence. He gestured at the chair sitting perfectly centered in front of his desk. I hesitated for a moment, but quickly took a seat when he raised a black eyebrow.

I fiddled with the hem of my shirt. Thankfully I kept forgetting that Gohan had shoved me up against a wall and jammed his tongue in my mouth. That would make talking to his daughter totally impossible.

"Wandering?" he asked.

"No. I went to the bathroom and heard you blasting music."

"It helps me relax." Gohan took a cigarette from a compartment in his desk and placed it between his teeth. He used a flash of energy to light it and blew some smoke out. "I'd offer you one, but you're too young. Sorry."

Annoying. I waited impatiently for him to talk or do what he wanted. I was exhausted and Pan's bed was way comfier than Goku's. Gohan took a few drags off his cigarette before he looked at me again, this time with a little more amusement. I hated the smell of cigarettes.

"You look so cool," I said dryly, watching him flick ashes into a tray.

He rolled his eyes. "When you have a wife with a baby on the way and a teenage daughter, you'll understand. Now, I've spoken with Goku and he seems to think you two are an item. Is this true? If you think that as well, I'd like you to understand the ramifications of what you're claiming."

I scowled deeply and waved smoke out of my face. "Don't use SAT words on me at two in the morning. I'm not dating your father, I'm not marrying him, and I'm not sleeping with him. Gross. I don't know why he thinks that but we all know Goku isn't exactly all there. Don't worry; I'll never be your mommy."

"No, you won't. Goku will suffer in silence for the rest of his immortal years." Gohan put out his cigarette and popped a mint in his mouth, then began organizing papers. "I think your mother is pushing you into his arms to some degree. I'm not sure why, but it probably has to do with your age. You know how teenagers are. They get involved in dangerous things. I worry about Pan all the time."

"You're making her into a freak. She needs friends. The only guy she even knows is her daddy and you're the only one in her cell phone. My father is the proudest, most arrogant man in the universe and even he lets me go out and have fun. She can take care of herself."

"We aren't talking about Pan right now, Bulla. We're talking about you and my father. I don't want you to speak to him, look at him, or indulge his desires. None of these needs to reach either of your parents as long as we don't drag it on any longer. Goten and I are both expecting. No one needs more stress."

I folded my arms, not happy with being threatened. "Don't tell me what to do. I like Goku. He's nice, unlike some people I know who corner me and shove me into walls." I tapped my chin and pointed at Gohan, acting surprised. "If I'm not mistaken, you fall into that category."

Gohan suddenly got to his feet and slammed his hands on the desk. I jerked back in my chair, forgetting that I was talking to yet another unstable member of the Son family. He grabbed my arm to jerk me forward and held a fistful of my hair, forcing me to look into his angry black eyes. The chair rolled away quietly toward the door.

"If I'm not mistaken," he hissed, "you're seriously beginning to piss me off."

I laughed. "I'm not afraid of you. Your father is much scarier. You're just a pathetic nerd who misses his mommy. Goku makes my skin crawl with the sound of his voice."

It only took Gohan a second to crush his lips against mine. He dragged me over the desk, sending papers flying to the floor, and set me in his lap. We were angry. He couldn't kiss me hard enough so he yanked my hair to expose my neck and ravaged me with his teeth. There'd be hickies. I'd have to lie again: It was Goku. Oopsies! Pan was really gonna hate me.

One of Gohan's hands slipped down the back of my pants to squeeze my behind. I hissed in pain—it still hurt from the fateful night with Goku. He laughed coldly and crushed me into his lap until I could feel the hardness pressing against me again. It was hot and big.

"I don't like you," he said. "You're a spoiled brat. I love my wife."

"Oh yeah, because I'm totally head over heels for you." I tangled my fingers in his hair and leaned in close to his ear. "You're the exact opposite of my type, Gohan. Your father has a better chance of getting in my pants than you do."

A few seconds later I was lying flat on my back on his desk. His big hands pinned my wrists down to the cool surface and I was ashamed to be enjoying what we were doing. He leaned down close to my face so I could see the beginnings of wrinkles near his eyes. Half-Saiyans aged faster than pure bloods.

"Don't you remember what I said?" he asked. "I'm getting under Goku's skin. I'm going to take you tonight and you're going to cry to him about it. When he gets angry, he'll come after me and I'll have an excuse to break him apart."

Gohan took off his belt and unzipped his pants, clearly thinking I was going to willingly rip off my pajama pants and let him have his way with me. I wasn't sure. Did I want to do that? It was something I wanted to wait for and this would be strictly for revenge. Before I could say anything more he clapped a hand over my mouth and tore both my pants and underwear down so they hung rather ungracefully around my ankles. Apparently I didn't have a choice.

There was searing pain and Gohan was draped over me, panting into my neck. He was moving in and out of me but it hurt too much to worry. I lay there quietly and stared at the ceiling. Weird. I remembered when Videl babysat me while mom worked. Gohan gave me baths sometimes.

Now he was violently taking what he wanted. Maybe I owed it to him. He kissed my neck and groaned quietly. It felt like he took an eternity to finish. I always thought I'd enjoy losing my virginity. It'd be in a big bed with a canopy, and we'd drink some wine first so it didn't hurt as much. Gohan thrust forcefully, making me whimper. Yet another dream shattered.

"Damn," he said, out of breath. "I can't deal with two babies. I don't think Videl's bought any condoms in a while." He pulled open a drawer, still inside me, and rummaged through it for a second before slamming it shut again. He ran his hands up my shirt to cup my breasts. "God, I'm starting to get dad's obsession. I could do this all night."

It seemed to dawn upon him that he could. Gohan slipped out of me and tugged up his pants just enough to cover himself. He turned to draw the curtains on the big window and picked me up off his desk to carry me out of the messy office. He locked the door before continuing down the hall to the last door and set me down on the floor inside. There was pulsating pain between my legs.

"I want to go back to bed," I bleated.

Gohan locked the bedroom door, too, and turned to face me. He yanked off my shirt and forced my arms down so he could admire my nakedness. Gross, gross, gross. What was I thinking?! At least Goku was widowed. Videl was very much alive and pregnant. She was nice to me! She was crocheting blankets for her new baby and I was… I was…

"I need this," Gohan said.

"I want to go home."

"You are home, Bulla."

He loosened his tie. He wasn't smiling.

When you play with fire, you'll always get burned.