A Saiyan's Prison Ride:
Chapter 14: The wheels in motion.
A WHOOSH of air once more kicked up around both Hana and Meiko, as they idly watched the prisoner-boys work their butts off. The wind, seemingly out of nowhere for the second time that day, and in no less than mere moments after the first, riding their skirts up and exposing the latter's thong-like panties wedged into her bountiful bottom as well as the rest of the former's leggings for a brief moment.
Both girls yet again found themselves a little struck by the oddity of the wind suddenly picking up like that, and from the looks of things, seemingly only where they were, on a day where the breeze was as light as it got.
"I'm back." Gohan called out to them, grabbing both lasses' attentions as their gazes briefly shunted over to him, where they saw him moving back to them from the prison toilet's direction. Both completely clueless to the fact he was responsible for the wind gusts by powering himself up slightly with ki, which had allowed him to race past both mostly unnoticed, and make it seem like he was coming from the toilets.
Naturally, he'd done this when both Kiyoshi and Gakuto weren't looking and were finishing with the refuse, as he'd rather not have to explain to them how he could move so superhumanly quick if he wanted to. At least not yet anyway. He may end up telling at least Kiyoshi in the future, if their friendship grew stronger.
Meiko simply nodded back in greeting, her mind forgetting about the wind's weird kickups as she decided, yet again, it wasn't worth thinking about, and went back to watching the other boys. Not uttering a single word to the half-breed, as she didn't believe it was needed.
Hana meanwhile, met the demi-Saiyan's gaze yet again as he strode over and came to a stop beside Meiko. It didn't take long for Gohan's to shift away though, whereas hers remained fixed on him for a little longer. Her thoughts and emotions from before whirring back yet again, making her pretty features pull back into a cringe, before she turned away finally.
You know you're the one at fault. A traitorous voice that sounded just like her own whispered loudly out of her subconscious accusingly.
She wasn't the one at fault, she told herself again in response. No matter how hollow the words in her mind rung out, as negative emotions she did everything she could to ignore, grew and clawed at her heart.
Quit lying to yourself, and accept responsibility for what you did. The voice shot right back, as though sentient from herself, and thoroughly unimpressed with her.
She wasn't lying, and she didn't need to take responsibility, she told herself right back. Her rebuttal just as hollow sounding to her as the first, but she did her best not to care about that.
Stop being a coward and do something to make it up to him! The voice of her subconscious fired right back. Now sounding almost irate with her. You can't keep denying responsibility forever.
Sh-She wasn't denying anything… Nor was she a coward, and she didn't need to do anything! She was the one in the… th-the one in the…
The one in the wrong. The voice finished for her coldly before she could say she wasn't, making her visibly flinch in reality, but for thankfully no one to notice. Not that this stopped it from continuing though. You know it's true. And the sooner you accept that and make it up to him, the better.
B-But she… She wasn't…
Damn you, Gohan… W-Why did you have to make me feel like this… Hana thought scathingly of the boy as she shut her eyes, before her heart gripped tighter. Her stomach feeling like it'd somehow sunk into her knees by this point, as she had to steady them once they began wobbling.
You brought this upon yourself. You took things too far, and you know it. The other voice's words echoed louder than ever in her head, as if sensing her falter, further cracking into her shoddy defence she'd constructed to try and absolve herself of any guilt or wrongdoing. You're the one who initiated something you shouldn't have. Not him. You, and only you.
H-He didn't say anything though! Another rebuke, which rather than make the bob-haired blonde feel any better, only made the shoddy walls she'd thrown up begin to crumble, as she all but conceded that she was the one who'd gone and done something she shouldn't have. H-He didn't protest when I was doing it… H-He only started being against it after the fact…
The other voice didn't respond this time. Though it didn't have to, as Hana's defence completely broke down, her teeth gritting again as she hung her head, shakily clenching her fists for all the good it did her. For nothing was left at that point to stop the guilt from striking her hard, despite her best efforts to ignore such an emotion surfacing within her, for that was as good as acknowledging that she was at fault.
"Hana, what's wrong?" The bob-haired blonde snapped back to reality, eyes opening wide and shifting in a heartbeat over to Meiko, who was now looking directly at her in concern. "Is everything alright?"
"U-Uh yeah! I-I'm fine. Don't worry about me…" She replied back quickly. Perhaps too quickly, as she waved her hands out in front of her nervously while putting on a strained smile for reassurance.
Meiko's eyes narrowed, sensing something was amiss. "Are you sure? If something's bothering you, there's no need to keep it bottled up. It'd be easier for you to get it off your chest. You know I'd be more than willing to listen and help you out, if its within my power to do so."
That's just it, Meiko. I don't want you knowing anything about what happened! Hana shook her head, easing up her expression so that she looked more natural and positive, even if she was far from it. "I said I'm fine, Meiko." Her eyes managed to spot Gohan's now once again glancing back in her direction out of small curiosity, and she found herself turning away as those negative feelings clawed at her harder. "I'm just a little tired, is all. I didn't get enough sleep last night."
The buxom, grey-haired lass stared at her friend, able to tell just from the way she was carrying herself that there was something else she wasn't being told. In any case though, it quickly became clear to her that whatever was actually troubling her cohort, the blonde was in no mood to share, at least not here anyway.
"Okay then." Meiko sighed, believing it better to drop the subject for now, and leave to Hana as to whether or not she'd tell her what was really going on. "If that's the case, feel free to take the day off then and rest, if you want. I can hold up the fort just fine on my own, if needs be. Don't feel obligated to stick around and watch the prisoners today, if you're not up for it. And I'm sure the president would say the same."
Beginning to rub her arm anxiously, Hana considered that option, feeling the eyes of Meiko, and especially Gohan's on her, before letting out an exhale that came across more exasperated than she would've liked. "You know what?" Her gaze met Meiko's briefly, as well as peeked at the boy she'd wron- that she'd really rather not be here with right now, and nodded her head. "I think it'd be best if I did."
Meiko merely nodded back understandingly, sympathetic to whatever plight it was that her friend may be going through. "Alright then. Be sure to have a good rest, Hana. I'll see you tomorrow, provided you feel up to coming back. If you need another day off to deal with whatever it is that's on your mind, then feel free to do so. Your health comes first before having to babysit for these cretins with me, after all."
"Thanks." The blonde said back gratefully, turning on her heel and walking away with her woeful thoughts and emotions. The girl a glorified ticking time-bomb at this point, whether she knew it or not.
Gohan watched her up to the point she disappeared inside the building. His own thoughts beginning to whirr a little, as unlike Meiko, he could sense Hana's negative emotions and feelings that she exhibited, and was doing a deplorable job of hiding. So much so, that Meiko, who didn't have the abilities he did, was able to notice how distraught she actually was.
While the tall, busty girl beside him didn't know what the cause could've been for her sudden negative shift however, Gohan had more than an idea of what it was about. And while he never liked to see people in such distress, this was one of those occasions where he felt he could make a small exception. For as badly as she'd tried to conceal it, he'd been able to make outthe guilt in them, as muddled as it was with the other emotions, when they'd made eye-contact.
Looks like she may not be as delusional as I'd thought. That said, he still wasn't sure he should expect an apology from her any time soon. However, given that whole situation with them in the girls' bathhouse and her usual attitude with him and anything of the opposite sex, it seemed, just knowing that she could potentially be recognising he wasn't the one at fault for what'd happened there, and that she was instead, made him see her in a more positive light. If only a bit.
They definitely wouldn't be becoming friends anytime soon at this rate, but if she did at least end up admitting to him openly that he was right and that she'd made a mistake, he could see them getting on somewhat more amicable terms from there. And he honestly hoped that was where this led. What she'd done, while totally out of order and wrong, wasn't scarring to him, really, now that he'd had more time to mull it over.
He'd been through far, far worse than a girl around his age getting perverse and playing with his penis, ultimately. Comparing that to everything he'd been through on Namek, or more recently, the Cell games with the bio-android, and the effects they'd had on him honestly felt like a joke. So, while an apology would be great, just an acknowledgement she'd taken things too far and committed an act she shouldn't have would be enough for him.
During that time period, in any case, both Kiyoshi and Gakuto had made their way back from the refuse disposal site, and got back to work with the others without anyone other than him knowing any the wiser. And from there, the rest of the prison boys' laborious day went on. All of them noticing Hana's absence as they tolled away, but none of them really caring enough to ask where she'd gone.
Eventually, it came to a close in the evening on Meiko's order, when the sun was peering ever closer down the horizon, casting everything in a vaguely orange hue. And soon enough after, the boys gathered up and headed back to the prison block. Gohan following them there alongside the bodacious warden, which went thankfully unquestioned by the latter.
Once they were all inside and within the room that housed the flatscreen tv with which the boys had to view their classes through, and once Meiko had left the room for a brief minute, and the other three boys seemed to not be paying attention to them, Gakuto was swift to usher him over. Kiyoshi standing on either side of them as the demi-Saiyan wasted no time in moving close to the duo, as Gakuto began to speak in a hushed tone, so only he and his much lankier compatriot could hear him.
"Alright, here's the plan." He whispered excitedly, but seriously. Eyes briefly dipping to the side to make sure none of the other boys had heard, or were giving them unwanted attention. None were, thankfully. Still embroiled in their own conversation sitting by the table. "It is quite simple. When Kiyoshi-dono makes his escape through the hole for his romantic rendezvous, as well as getting my figurine on the agreed upon date, you and I will do what we can to keep your cohorts, our fair warden, her accomplice, and the president, should she get involved, preoccupied."
"Alright. And how are we going to go about doing that?" Gohan asked lowly, curious as to what Gakuto may have come up with.
"That's easy. You distract one, and I distract the other." Gakuto replied, while pushing his glasses up. "I do not truly foresee the president getting in the way, seeing as she seems to trust the other two to keep watch of us in her stead, but in the case where she is, I shall handle her as well. I've already thought of a way to keep her distracted too, if necessary, which you need not concern yourself with." He said, before the half-Saiyan had the chance to question how he planned to go about doing so, in that case. "However, I'm fairly confident she won't really be a factor, so that just leaves our fair warden and her fellow enforcer."
"Okay." Gohan nodded tentatively. "So, who will be distracting who then?"
"That, my muscly friend, I leave up to you." Gakuto grinned. "I'm fine with either, even if personally, I'd prefer our fair warden."
Gohan rose a brow. "Why leave that decision up to me?"
"Because he thinks that you'll know them a bit better than we do, and have a better idea of the best way to keep them occupied." Kiyoshi spoke up in a hushed voice, recalling what Gakuto had told him before, as he met Gohan's gaze.
"Indeed, Kiyoshi-dono." The nerdy teen nodded in acknowledgement, bringing both of the other boys' attention back to him. "I'm sure after hanging around them in a closer way than we have, even if they'd prefer you weren't, has given you a little greater insight into what you could employ to keep either of them busy. I've certainly not been blind enough to not notice you being led away by either maiden in question for a particular rendezvous."
Quite bold of him to assume based off of that alone that he'd have discovered something to use against either. Though at the same time, he was sharp enough to have picked up on and remembered those instances, one which had admittedly led to a reasonably positive experience with one, and the other, the complete opposite.
"We still have time, of course, so in case you actually haven't gathered enough intel for our operation, you still have several days to do so, if needed." Gakuto was sure to add, in case the half-breed didn't have anything still.
Actually, now that he thought about it, he may indeed have something that could work for his buxom colleague, and he said as much. "Well, I may have something that could work on Meiko-san. From what I can gather when she brought me along for one of her quick workout routines, she's not only into fitness, but also, unless I read her wrong, has a bit of a competitive streak in her."
"A competitive streak, huh?" Kiyoshi chuckled lowly. "Yeah, with her figure and how she carries herself, I wouldn't doubt that."
Gohan had no idea what her figure had to do with it, but he nodded all the same. "Right. Anyways, if I have the right idea, it could be possible for me to simply ask, or rather, challenge her to a workout session, to see who can work-out harder."
"In other words, play to her competitive spirit, and bank on her pride not allowing her to back down from a challenge involving that which she covets." The bespectacled boy rubbed his chin in thought, ruminating the idea in his mind. "Yes, yes, good thinking. I could definitely see that working, given her typical disposition. A proud woman like her probably wouldn't be able to resist such a proposition, if pushed on her correctly." His gaze then locked on Gohan's as his lips thinned and straightened. "And what of your other cohort? Anything of use on her?"
For Hana? Well, he definitely knew of one thing now that could very likely keep her attention centred purely on him. However, that entirely depended on her state of mind, and if he was willing to interact with her in such a capacity. "Is this so you'll have more to work with if you're distracting her?"
"No, not really. Its more for you, in all honesty, though I can't say I didn't appreciate the workout idea for Meiko-san." Gakuto grinned yet again, this time more perversely. "Hehe. If I play my cards right in that situation, I may just be able to get her in that scenario myself! No amount of pain for whatever physical exertion I need to give will outweigh the fruits of her labour I'll be able to watch, and enjoy, while keeping her distracted." He giggled, already fantasizing about the many ways she could be flexing her muscles in front of him, especially from those silky smooth, thicc thighs of hers, or the bounce of her big boobs as she worked up a sweat that would have him working up his own kind of sweat, and a heavy erection.
"Yeah, no." Gohan almost deadpanned, noting the clear bias and slight attempt by him to push Hana on him indirectly. Though that wasn't quite the reason that had him shutting Gakuto down. "No offence, Gakuto, but you're not exactly the most physically fit guy here, so I don't think that'd be a great idea." His coal-black pools briefly flicked to the short-haired, less nerdish boy. "I've not been on any dates myself, Kiyoshi, but would I be right in saying you'll be gone for at least an hour for it?"
"Mhmm. I'd say longer than that." The boy revealed. "I don't really know much about sumo, or how long a match lasts, or if there'll be more than one on where Chiyo-chan and I are going, but I wouldn't be surprised if it takes a while." His eyes then flicked to his wiry, glasses-wearing pal, who seemed to have snapped out of his brief fantasy. "Add on that with me getting Gakuto's figurine, and we could be talking like two hours here, or perhaps even three, before I can get back."
Damn, three? That'd make keeping either distracted long enough for him to get back unnoticed significantly more difficult. Still doable, obviously, but left more room for higher risk of being caught out. "Okay, yeah. Gakuto, you're definitely not lasting up to three hours with Meiko-san using the workout option. Unless you're about to tell me that you've been holding out this entire time and actually have the endurance for it?" He asked pointedly toward the bespectacled youth, knowing well from having watched him work that he didn't.
"Oh, not a chance." Gakuto waved his hand dismissively in front of his face. Not even attempting to lie about it, no matter how arousing the thought of a sweaty Meiko in the midst of a workout was for him. "If it's as you say, and she gets particularly intense, I doubt I could last even half an hour with her before passing out."
"Right. Then I guess that option is exclusive to me, then. Should I choose her."
"Yes. Should you choose her. Don't feel like you have to though, based solely on my lack of physical ability." Gakuto added, once again giving a not-so-subtle demonstration of which of the two he wanted to be charged with distracting. "Hana, I feel, would be the more difficult of the two, and thus, may be in more need of you to keep preoccupied."
At this point, Gohan just sighed at the boy's antics, while Kiyoshi chuckled, more than understanding of why the wiry teen was trying to push Gohan toward Hana, despite saying the option of which was in his hands. The latter just wasn't any 'fun' by their standards. The brutality without the godly sex appeal to make the ass-kicking worth it.
"Right… Anyways," Gohan continued, moving things along. "is that it, or do you have something else to add, Gakuto?"
"Oh. No, no." He shook his head. "That's about it. I have nothing else to add."
"Huh? Hey, what are you guys talking about?" Shingo piped up suddenly, having finally noticed the three of them conversing off to the side. His question drawing Andre and Joe's attention to them as well, as he leaned out over his chair, gazing at them curiously. "I knew Kiyoshi was a little chummy with Gohan, but I didn't know you'd become so too, Gakuto."
"Ah," Gakuto thought quick, putting on his most natural smile and earnest expression, so that it wasn't obvious he was about to pull something out of his ass, as he turned to them. "We were just enquiring as to how Gohan-dono made the kind of gains that he has so that we may see if we could replicate it, and he was more than happy to oblige."
Joe snorted, though not out of disbelief for Gakuto's claim. "Seriously? No offence to the guy, but I don't buy for a second that he isn't on some kind of steroids with a body like his!" The frail young man then immediately launched into another of his severe coughing fits right into his fist, chucking up a small bit of blood into it as if he were dying, when he really wasn't, as Andre rubbed his back soothingly from his side.
Gohan felt his eye twitch in agitation, as he was once again accused, quite wrongfully in his opinion, of using such deplorable drugs. "I thought I told you already that I didn't use any of that stupid stuff, Joe."
"Kuh! Yeah, and like I'll just believe your word when you're built like a fucking tank!" The sickly youth rebuked incredulously.
"Huh, well if what Joe says is true, then I don't think whatever Gohan's telling you guys will help you all that much, if you're trying to replicate how he looks." Shingo remarked with bemusement, being the only one of the boys who hadn't seen how insanely jacked Gohan actually was underneath his clothing. "If he's stacked like Joe's implying, then there's no way he's not on something to have that physique."
"Spoken like a true punk who's too lazy to put in the work to better themselves." Meiko's voice cut in derisively, as she made her way back into the room. Her re-entrance instantly garnering a perverse blush from every guy in the room that looked at her, sans Gohan, with what had to be the most tight-fitting green short shorts in existence, and a bright orange crop top worn on her person. One that exposed her taut belly, emphasized her wide, shapely hips alongside the shorts that hugged her plump ass like a thin, second skin, and left a nice, wide window open by her chest to show the single deepest valley of pale, pillowy cleavage in possibly all of Japan. Not unlike her usual school dress, in that case, with her perky K-cup knockers crumpling the fabric stretched tightly around them as they jutted out proudly.
It was clear Meiko had only caught the tail-end of the boys' conversation, and nothing else, as she continued with a scowl pointed at both Shingo and Joe, as she propped an unimpressed hand on her hip. "It honestly doesn't shock me that cretins like you, who struggle as much as you do with physical labour, cannot comprehend someone being able to reach Gohan's condition naturally. Your lack of understanding of health and fitness was obvious from your first day out working under me in the courtyard. Implying he cheated to achieve what he's gained simply because you never had the discipline to try yourself, is quite telling about the kind of people you are."
Striding forward, Meiko slammed a hand down on the table in front of Shingo, making both it and her torpedo tits rattle, as the two boys, despite being aroused by the sight of her, flinched back in their seats. Shingo practically shrinking into his seat as she glared down at him fiercely, feeling smaller under her hard gaze. And Joe wasn't far behind him, when her gaze flicked over to him.
As for Andre… he was simply in awe, just as he always was, at the woman he revered to a rather unhealthy extent. His shrunken face over his fat head blushing harder as he wished that he was the one being reprimanded by her, in that moment.
"Maybe if either of you had actually put forth the effort yourselves a lot sooner, rather than most likely wasting all your time trying to peek up girls' skirts like the roaches you are, you might've been able to achieve something similar to what he has. Don't project your own shortcomings unto him and pretend like because you think it's impossible to achieve such physical acumen without cheating, that it actually is. Because it isn't." Hand slinking away from the table she just pounded down on, the busty babe stood straight, boobs jiggling in their strained top and glared down harder at the punkish-looking teen. "Is that clear?"
"Y-Yes ma'am!" Shingo all but thrust his hand up to his forehead and saluted her like she was an army general, and he, a mere grunt, in rather comical fashion while sweating bullets. An action and exclamation Joe mirrored when her gaze shifted over to him, cowing under her intense stare just as much, if not more so, than he marvelled at her magnificent melons' voluminous valley of heavenly cleavage that jiggled before his sight.
"Hmph. Worthless trash." She almost spat scathingly, as she rounded and began walking away. "You lot have a few hours to yourselves, as per usual, before lights out." She spoke out authoritatively towards all of the inmates, a nigh-irresistible sway to her hips as she strutted along, her gaze falling on Gohan, who looked more than a little surprised at her taking his defence like that. "And as for you, Gohan, your service with me for today is up. You're free to return to your room, if you so wish. You don't need to stick around here."
"Ah. Uhh, okay then…?" The half-breed blinked and nodded dumbly, still somewhat taken aback by her, out-of-nowhere, coming to his aid and speaking up for him, even if he didn't really need her to. "Thanks for backing me up there." He said earnestly, with a bashful rub of his head. Even if she'd been a good deal harsher than he would've, though that, strangely in this instance, had him experiencing a strange rush of excitement at her fiery-ness that he hadn't quite felt before. "Ehehe. Even though you didn't really have to…"
"Nonsense. They were spouting nothing but crap. Just listening to them jabber on like that as though they knew anything about the kind of hard work it takes to stay in shape and keep to a high standard of fitness, was a joke I couldn't bear to hear." She said while shaking her head, her tone remarkably going lighter than it usually was in front of them, as she actually displayed a small smile toward him. "And believe it or not, but I do have some genuine respect for you, knowing the discipline you must have to have attained your own physique. It shows you understand what hard work really is, unlike the idiots who got themselves locked up in here."
With her piece said, the bodacious beauty made her way out of the room. Just about every 'inmate' alike, regardless of preference, giving a good stare at her swaying hips and ass as she did so.
With her leaving the room again, for a small moment, the only sound that was heard in the room was that of Andre's pants. It was fair to say that just about every boy in the room, Gohan included, was left dumbfounded by what'd just occurred.
"Well… that was unexpected." Gakuto, after a moment's pause, mouthed the words that everyone left there was thinking to some extent.
Looks like I was pretty spot on with my assessment of her, I guess… Gohan thought, a genuine grin dusting his features. For once, for reasons he couldn't quite describe outside her merely coming to his defence, liking the way she'd asserted herself there. She was certainly rough around the edges, but it was undeniable that the two held some common ground there, if that, dare he say, friendly look she'd had for him just now was any indication.
Though he wouldn't make his decision just yet, as things could change, one thing was for certain. And that was that right now, Meiko had damn sure just raised his opinion of her, and with it, had him far more comfortable with the idea of keeping her preoccupied than Hana, on the day Kiyoshi was to bust out of 'prison'.
Unbeknownst to him or the others though, Meiko smirked to herself as she made her way into her 'office' of sorts, within the prison.
I almost feel like thanking those dumb roaches. They practically handed me my first launching pad into gaining Gohan's trust. The warden thought with a small bit of satisfaction, having seen the way her prime target reacted to her, admittedly real and impassioned words. I really should've thought of this sooner rather than getting frustrated like I did before. The best way to get your enemy to expose themselves, is to get them to let their guard down first.
After mulling it over in her head for a while, procrastinating the best way to go about this, seeing as her usual 'methods', if one could call them that, she'd finally come up with a plan that she felt could finally help expose her 'cohort', just as Mari wanted, for the pervert he was. One that would no doubt take her some time to pull off, but one she was confident would work, unlike her previous failed attempt.
And the first step to that, was to genuinely put forth the effort to ingratiate herself with him, until such a point where he would no longer be as guarded around her.
In other words, weaken his walls to the point she could seduce him. And then, that would be her time to strike.