After his shower, Gohan walked into his room to find folded clothes on his bed. 'She didn't need to fold pajamas', he thought as he put the white tank top and dark blue pajama shorts on and fell onto his bed, exhausted.
Several hours of tossing and turning later, he decided sleep wasn't going to find him and walked to ChiChi's room. Normally the door would be shut, probably in case they were having fun, but that was no longer a problem.
He stopped at the entrance, peered in and whispered," are you still awake?" ChiChi turned over and replied in the same hushed tone," Of course I am." When she said this he got those strange feelings again; she sounded almost hoarse and even in the dark he could see she had been crying.
"Maybe we should sleep in the same room?" he finally said. She nodded her approval and he came back with his pillow and blanket, dropping them on the floor next to the bed. She reached over and motioned for him to just get in the bed. "No son of mine is just going to sleep on the floor."
He didn't argue and climbed up, he didn't bother bringing his bedding since there were multiple pillows already and her blanket was clearly made for two. The last time he was in this bed was before the Saiyans attacked, he'd had a nightmare and ran in to sleep with his parents.
The memory stung a little and he held back his own tears. As he settled in she lifted the blanket for him. For just a moment he saw what she was wearing under the blanket, a black nightgown with red lining on the edges. For the briefest instant he saw the outline of her inner thighs, 'aw geez don't look there you weirdo,' he winced and started feeling something in his pants again.
ChiChi chose her next words carefully, she could see that he was starting to develop in the more masculine of ways and didn't want to make anything awkward. However she knew if there was any chance of getting sleep she needed someone to spoon her, especially tonight. "Gohan, could you...could you hold me?"
Gohan's eyes opened and he looked over at her, her hair was down which was a rare sight for him. As he registered her words he suddenly felt the need to comfort her, he tried to suppress whatever these feelings were before responding. He initially wanted to say no for fear of her finding his bulge again, but when he looked in her eyes he saw fear and desperation. He also saw the eyes of his mom, who he loved and would do anything for.
"Yes," he said without realizing it. Her eyes, they'd melted his resolve. She turned over and slowly, carefully, meticulously slid backwards towards him. Seeing her half of the movement he positioned himself in a receiving manner. When her back met his chest they both got chills. After a moment to compose himself Gohan wrapped his arms around her waist and chest, while being careful to avoid her breasts. It felt oddly natural to him.
ChiChi in turn finished moving herself into his space, and she took her hands in his. When her lower body met his they both stopped again. You could cut the tension in the air with a knife. For ChiChi this was due to the obvious sudden sensual feeling that borderline felt sexual. For Gohan it was because he was trying his hardest to keep his penis from growing, he didn't know why it was bad, but her reaction earlier told him it was.
After the whole eternity of a minute they nestled together and the tension seemed gone. They both sighed heavily and started to fall asleep, her rectum right over his manhood, with one pair of pants in between.