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Author's Note: The first side story to Kid Stuff. This one would take place between KS 11 & 12. All you need to know is that Gohan & Sasami are married, and they have one child at this point.
Summary: After being injured in battle, Gohan spends some time at home.
Between Battles
Sasami didn't say anything when he came home that night. Gohan was broken, bloody, and bruised all over. She looked at him, and then at Trunks, who was helping him walk. Without a word, she slipped an arm around Gohan, and they both led him to the bedroom. He passed out shortly afterwards.
When Gohan woke up, she was leaning over him, inspecting the wounds on his chest. Her gentle hands moved slowly but with practiced skill, as if she had done this before. He watched in silence as she finished the task and left the room.
She soon returned with some sort of ointment, most likely from Jurai's trees. She poured a few drops into her hand, then carefully smeared them across his chest. A sort of tingle shot through Gohan's body for a moment, then faded away. Most of his pain faded with it.
"Trunks is staying over tonight," she suddenly said, looking at his face.
Gohan nodded slightly and closed his eyes. That was expected. Trunks was the closest thing she had to a brother, and probably the closest friend Gohan had. He stayed with them frequently, but only for a night or two at a time. Then he would either return to Vegeta on Jurai, or visit Washu & Yugi at the Masaki house.
"Gohan?" she asked quietly.
He opened his eyes. "Yes, Sasami?"
She hesitated. "You weren't this bad last time."
He smiled and gave her his usual joke. "You should've seen the guy that lost."
She smiled faintly and ran a hand through his black hair. "I did. I actually watched the tournament on TV this time."
He reached up and squeezed her hand. "I thought you didn't like watching me fight."
"Usually, I don't," she admitted. "But I like you, so deal with it." She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Get some rest, dear. I'll check on Godin."
Gohan closed his eyes. "How's he doing?"
"Fine, but he missed you today."
Gohan did his best to sleep, but as tired as he was, it was impossible to. Something was missing, and it was keeping him awake. However, he soon realized what it was as the bed shifted, and Sasami came to lie next to him. With her there, sleep came quickly, and Gohan welcomed it.
* * * * *
Gohan woke up early the next day. Not because he wanted to, but because sharp pains suddenly hit every joint in his body. After it faded, Gohan glanced to the left. Sasami's head was resting against his shoulder, and her left arm was draped across his chest. For some reason, no matter what position she fell asleep in, she always ended up in that one. Not that he minded at all.
With a series of grunts and groans, Gohan slid away from her and forced himself to a sitting position. His limbs felt like they were on fire, so he took several deep breaths before making it to his feet. Once he was sure his legs could hold him, he gradually limped to the door. He had to pause once he reached it, in order to catch his breath. As soon as he did so, Sasami woke up.
"Gohan?" she asked, sitting up in the bed. "What are you doing up?"
"Go back to sleep, hon," he said. "I just need a drink."
Naturally, she didn't listen. Sasami was soon by his side again, slipping her arms protectively around his waist. "You know you shouldn't be up," she whispered in his ear. "If you needed something, why didn't you ask me?"
"I didn't want to wake you up."
She smiled at him. "Gohan, this is no time to be considerate. You're the one that's injured here."
"I'm not inju-" He stopped as she poked him in the ribs, causing him to wince.
"Get back in bed before I have Trunks beat you up," she threatened.
Gohan was about to protest, but he could sense the pleading behind her joking tone. "Sometimes I think you like babying me," he muttered.
Sasami smiled brightly and kissed his nose. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Yeah, sure." Gohan allowed her to lead him back to the bed, but he refused to go back to sleep.
"You stay here, and I'll be right back with your drink," she said, kissing his forehead before leaving the room.
Gohan glanced down at his chest. All of his wounds from the previous day had closed, despite the pain they were giving him.
Sasami soon returned with a pitcher of water. Gohan grabbed it and drank all of the cool liquid within a few seconds. Sasami just shook her head. "I keep forgetting that you are your father's son."
"I'm just glad you're not your father's daughter," he replied with an evil grin.
"Hey, don't start that again, mister."
"Sorry." He pulled her into his lap and wrapped his arms around her. "I won the tournament, you know."
Sasami made a face. "To come back looking like you did last night, you better have something to show for it!"
Gohan rolled his eyes. "Trunks has the trophy. He tucked it into some subspace right after I won." He paused and looked into her eyes. "You're not upset that I fought, are you?"
"I'm upset," she admitted, "but that's not why."
"Well, what'd I do wrong?"
"It's what you didn't do," she answered, frowning at him. "You didn't turn into a Super Saiyan. You could have avoided a lot of that damage if you had."
"Hey, I'd rather have an eyeball hanging out of the socket than to come out of a battle without a single scratch. It makes you look tougher."
Sasami sighed in mock frustration. "Oh, I'm sure you'll look very tough when you've been reduced to a bloody heap of organs. No one would dare mess with you then."
Gohan narrowed his eyes. "Are you making fun of me?"
"Yes, I am. What are you going to do about it, Mr. Saiyan?"
"You're lucky I love you so much, lady."
Sasami smirked. "Uh huh. In other words, you're going to go right back out there and get beat up again."
"Hey, I said I won!"
"I didn't mean beat up as in losing, I meant beat up as in coming home with your eyeball out of the socket. Do you really think I want to see that? I married you because you were cute, not because you could take a punch."
Gohan pouted. "And here I thought it was because you loved me."
Sasami smacked his forehead. "And do you really think I want to see the man I love looking like a walking car accident?!"
"Okay, you've made your point," Gohan muttered, rubbing his forehead.
"No, I haven't, either." Sasami cupped his face in her hands. "Promise me you'll go Super Saiyan if things get tough next time."
"Why would I do that? I beat that guy without doing it!"
"But today you can barely walk straight," she pointed out. "You'd be fine if you had powered up, but no. You had to be stubborn." Sasami touched her forehead to his. "Besides," she whispered, "I like it when you get all golden-haired."
Gohan's eyes widened a bit. "You do?"
She nodded. "It reminds me of the first time you transformed. Remember?"
Gohan smiled. He did remember.
* * * * *
Sasami wasn't sure what she expected to find. All she knew was that Gohan was a bloody mess, and Vegeta was making him bloodier by the second. And for some reason, Hotaru was standing by, letting it happen as if she was completely powerless to stop it.
It almost seemed as if Sasami was watching herself run to Vegeta and beat his head and shoulders, screaming for him to stop. She wasn't strong enough to make him feel it, especially since he was in Super Saiyan form. However, he did turn around long enough to smack her to the ground.
"Don't EVER put your hands on me, girl, or next time you won't be getting up!" he threatened.
Since she wasn't really hurt, Sasami did get up and repeated the process, only she added kicks and hair-pulling to her limited arsenal. This time, Vegeta gave her his full attention as he released Gohan and knocked her down with a hard slap. "Fine!" he shouted. "You want my attention, then you've got it! Let's see if Gohan taught you anything back at King Kai's school!"
In all honesty, the only thing Sasami had learned from King Kai is that Earth had some of the worst jokes in the universe. The only important thing she'd learned from Gohan is that love hurts sometimes. She hadn't really planned out what she'd do once she got Vegeta away from Gohan. Sasami was only concerned about one of her dearest friends, and one of the few boys she'd ever cared about deeply. Unfortunately, it was about to earn her a very painful experience. At least, so she thought.
Hotaru was the first one to see the golden glow. By the time she realized it was coming from Gohan, he was already beating Vegeta within an inch of his life. Though he wasn't anywhere close to Vegeta's power level, pure rage seemed to enhance all of his skills, if only for a few short moments. That was more than enough time to trash the Saiyan Prince. In less that two minutes, Vegeta was out cold, and Hotaru was searching desperately for a pulse. She found one, but it was very weak.
When Sasami finally came to, Gohan was leaning over her. Though his face was a bloody mess, most of his clothing had been burned away, and bruises covered two-thirds of his body, the first words out of his mouth were, "Are you okay?"
Sasami smiled up at him. "I'd tell you, but chances are you've got a concussion and would just forget anyway."
Gohan nodded. "Good point." Then his eyes rolled up into his head and he collapsed into her arms.
* * * * *
"That's why I like it when you become a Super Saiyan. It's so...romantic, as silly as that sounds. When you transformed to save me, that's when I realized how much you cared for me."
Gohan gave her a weird look. "Wait. If I had learned how to act normally as a Super Saiyan back then, would you have gone out with me sooner?"
Sasami thought for a moment. "Probably."
"So the whole time I was suffering without you because you didn't like my hair?!"
"No, that's not it at all! I just thought you were cuter with the golden hair, and I guess when you saved me that first time, I got...attached to it. You know?"
"Well, NOW I do," Gohan muttered. He powered up, and his hair took on the familiar golden glow.
"I didn't mean now! You're still hurt!" Sasami protested.
Gohan merely shrugged. "Thanks to my father's training, it doesn't take as much energy to do this anymore. It didn't hurt at all, and I feel much better in this form."
"But what about Godin? He won't recognize you that way."
"I didn't do this for him, you know," Gohan added with a smile.
Sasami reached up and ran her hands through his hair. "Maybe you could do this for our second honeymoon?" she suggested.
"We'll see." Gohan lifted her in his arms and stood up. "So you really think I look better this way?"
"I think you look more like the boy I fell in love with, so yes."
"So can I have a kiss?"
Sasami grinned. "Promise me you'll use this form next time you need it."
"Okay, I promise! Now can I have a kiss?"
"Nope. We've got an audience," she replied, nodding to the door.
Gohan looked up to see Trunks standing at the door. He was holding a wailing Godin with one arm.
"Uh...sorry, guys. I didn't know you were...well...whatever it is you're doing."
Gohan smiled and put his wife down. "Don't worry about it, Trunks. Sasami and I were just remembering our younger days."
"Oh. Well, the little man was getting fussy. I think he needs one of you." Trunks held out the crying baby, a helpless look on his face.
Gohan walked over and took Godin. "Hey, son. Know who I am?"
Godin stopped crying and stared up at him. Then he began to wail even louder.
Sasami quickly took the baby. "I guess he doesn't know you in that form yet." Godin instantly stopped crying once he was safely in his mother's arms.
"Junior used to be like that, too," Trunks said softly. "Never would want to be near me when I was a Super Saiyan. It took him a long time to accept me."
"You probably frightened the poor thing with that scary Saiyan hair of yours," Sasami joked.
Trunks smirked. "Very funny. Anyhow, I'd better get going. I promised Tenchi & Ayeka I'd tell them how you two were doing once I got back to Jurai."
"How's their baby doing?" Sasami asked.
"She's still very sickly, but Tenchi says she'll grow out of it. They haven't decided what to call her yet."
* * * * *
As it turned out, Trunks didn't actually leave for another few hours. Sasami wouldn't let him go anywhere without a home-cooked meal, and Trunks wasn't about to turn one of hers down. Sasami cooked twice as much as she usually did, since Gohan seemed to eat even more when he was a Super Saiyan.
"Okay, this time, I'm really going to go!" Trunks insisted after the meal.
"At least let me take you back with my instant transmission," Gohan said. "It's the least I could do after you dragged me home last night."
"Only if you're sure it won't make your condition worse," Trunks replied. "I won't have my teacher dying young on me."
"Ah, come on! I'm tougher than that! Right, Sasami?"
Sasami just shook her head. "Well, if you're going, at least take Godin with you so Ayeka can see him."
Gohan started to reach for the baby, then stopped, recalling what happened last time. "Uh...maybe you'd better hold him, Trunks."
Godin scrunched up his face as Sasami handed him to Trunks, but he only made a whimpering noise instead of screaming.
"I guess that means he only hates me a little," Trunks chuckled.
Gohan placed a hand on his friend's shoulder. "I'll be back soon, sweetie," he said, waving to his wife. He pressed two fingers to his forehead, and a moment later, all three of them vanished.
Ten seconds later, Gohan returned, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Miss me?"
"Not really, but I need to ask you something." Sasami leaned into his embrace. "Do you think you'll have any trouble training Godin once he's old enough?"
"Couldn't be that tough. Look how Trunks turned out."
"Well...do you think you could handle some more students?"
Gohan frowned. "How many more?"
"Oh, just two." Sasami giggled. "Twins."
It took a few moments for her words to set in. "Do you mean...we're having...twins?" Gohan stammered.
"That's right," she replied, kissing his nose. "Though technically, I'll be the one having them. You just get to pass out in the delivery room and take lots of pictures."
Gohan smiled and kissed her forehead. "Have I told you that I love you lately?"
"Yes, but I knew that already." Sasami traced the curve of his jaw with a finger. "You know, this is the first time we've been alone in a long time."
"Uh...I'm injured, remember?" he joked.
She frowned. "You keep playing with me, and I'll show you injured, mister."
"Hey, I was only kidding!" he swore.
"Uh huh. Sure." Sasami pulled away from him and headed toward the bedroom. "Are you coming?" she asked, glancing back at him with a seductive smile.
Gohan grinned. "Do you really have to ask?"
She grinned before slipping into the hallway.
Gohan chuckled to himself as he followed her. From watching his own parents, he'd never realized being married could be so much...fun. Of course, they were always fighting over whether he should be a fighter or a scholar, but that was hardly-
"Gohan, I'm waiting..."
Gohan pushed the thoughts aside, the smile returning to his face. The memories would have to wait. Right now, he had something more important to take care of.
The End.
Author's Note: The first side story to Kid Stuff. This one would take place between KS 11 & 12. All you need to know is that Gohan & Sasami are married, and they have one child at this point.
Summary: After being injured in battle, Gohan spends some time at home.
Between Battles
Sasami didn't say anything when he came home that night. Gohan was broken, bloody, and bruised all over. She looked at him, and then at Trunks, who was helping him walk. Without a word, she slipped an arm around Gohan, and they both led him to the bedroom. He passed out shortly afterwards.
When Gohan woke up, she was leaning over him, inspecting the wounds on his chest. Her gentle hands moved slowly but with practiced skill, as if she had done this before. He watched in silence as she finished the task and left the room.
She soon returned with some sort of ointment, most likely from Jurai's trees. She poured a few drops into her hand, then carefully smeared them across his chest. A sort of tingle shot through Gohan's body for a moment, then faded away. Most of his pain faded with it.
"Trunks is staying over tonight," she suddenly said, looking at his face.
Gohan nodded slightly and closed his eyes. That was expected. Trunks was the closest thing she had to a brother, and probably the closest friend Gohan had. He stayed with them frequently, but only for a night or two at a time. Then he would either return to Vegeta on Jurai, or visit Washu & Yugi at the Masaki house.
"Gohan?" she asked quietly.
He opened his eyes. "Yes, Sasami?"
She hesitated. "You weren't this bad last time."
He smiled and gave her his usual joke. "You should've seen the guy that lost."
She smiled faintly and ran a hand through his black hair. "I did. I actually watched the tournament on TV this time."
He reached up and squeezed her hand. "I thought you didn't like watching me fight."
"Usually, I don't," she admitted. "But I like you, so deal with it." She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Get some rest, dear. I'll check on Godin."
Gohan closed his eyes. "How's he doing?"
"Fine, but he missed you today."
Gohan did his best to sleep, but as tired as he was, it was impossible to. Something was missing, and it was keeping him awake. However, he soon realized what it was as the bed shifted, and Sasami came to lie next to him. With her there, sleep came quickly, and Gohan welcomed it.
* * * * *
Gohan woke up early the next day. Not because he wanted to, but because sharp pains suddenly hit every joint in his body. After it faded, Gohan glanced to the left. Sasami's head was resting against his shoulder, and her left arm was draped across his chest. For some reason, no matter what position she fell asleep in, she always ended up in that one. Not that he minded at all.
With a series of grunts and groans, Gohan slid away from her and forced himself to a sitting position. His limbs felt like they were on fire, so he took several deep breaths before making it to his feet. Once he was sure his legs could hold him, he gradually limped to the door. He had to pause once he reached it, in order to catch his breath. As soon as he did so, Sasami woke up.
"Gohan?" she asked, sitting up in the bed. "What are you doing up?"
"Go back to sleep, hon," he said. "I just need a drink."
Naturally, she didn't listen. Sasami was soon by his side again, slipping her arms protectively around his waist. "You know you shouldn't be up," she whispered in his ear. "If you needed something, why didn't you ask me?"
"I didn't want to wake you up."
She smiled at him. "Gohan, this is no time to be considerate. You're the one that's injured here."
"I'm not inju-" He stopped as she poked him in the ribs, causing him to wince.
"Get back in bed before I have Trunks beat you up," she threatened.
Gohan was about to protest, but he could sense the pleading behind her joking tone. "Sometimes I think you like babying me," he muttered.
Sasami smiled brightly and kissed his nose. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Yeah, sure." Gohan allowed her to lead him back to the bed, but he refused to go back to sleep.
"You stay here, and I'll be right back with your drink," she said, kissing his forehead before leaving the room.
Gohan glanced down at his chest. All of his wounds from the previous day had closed, despite the pain they were giving him.
Sasami soon returned with a pitcher of water. Gohan grabbed it and drank all of the cool liquid within a few seconds. Sasami just shook her head. "I keep forgetting that you are your father's son."
"I'm just glad you're not your father's daughter," he replied with an evil grin.
"Hey, don't start that again, mister."
"Sorry." He pulled her into his lap and wrapped his arms around her. "I won the tournament, you know."
Sasami made a face. "To come back looking like you did last night, you better have something to show for it!"
Gohan rolled his eyes. "Trunks has the trophy. He tucked it into some subspace right after I won." He paused and looked into her eyes. "You're not upset that I fought, are you?"
"I'm upset," she admitted, "but that's not why."
"Well, what'd I do wrong?"
"It's what you didn't do," she answered, frowning at him. "You didn't turn into a Super Saiyan. You could have avoided a lot of that damage if you had."
"Hey, I'd rather have an eyeball hanging out of the socket than to come out of a battle without a single scratch. It makes you look tougher."
Sasami sighed in mock frustration. "Oh, I'm sure you'll look very tough when you've been reduced to a bloody heap of organs. No one would dare mess with you then."
Gohan narrowed his eyes. "Are you making fun of me?"
"Yes, I am. What are you going to do about it, Mr. Saiyan?"
"You're lucky I love you so much, lady."
Sasami smirked. "Uh huh. In other words, you're going to go right back out there and get beat up again."
"Hey, I said I won!"
"I didn't mean beat up as in losing, I meant beat up as in coming home with your eyeball out of the socket. Do you really think I want to see that? I married you because you were cute, not because you could take a punch."
Gohan pouted. "And here I thought it was because you loved me."
Sasami smacked his forehead. "And do you really think I want to see the man I love looking like a walking car accident?!"
"Okay, you've made your point," Gohan muttered, rubbing his forehead.
"No, I haven't, either." Sasami cupped his face in her hands. "Promise me you'll go Super Saiyan if things get tough next time."
"Why would I do that? I beat that guy without doing it!"
"But today you can barely walk straight," she pointed out. "You'd be fine if you had powered up, but no. You had to be stubborn." Sasami touched her forehead to his. "Besides," she whispered, "I like it when you get all golden-haired."
Gohan's eyes widened a bit. "You do?"
She nodded. "It reminds me of the first time you transformed. Remember?"
Gohan smiled. He did remember.
* * * * *
Sasami wasn't sure what she expected to find. All she knew was that Gohan was a bloody mess, and Vegeta was making him bloodier by the second. And for some reason, Hotaru was standing by, letting it happen as if she was completely powerless to stop it.
It almost seemed as if Sasami was watching herself run to Vegeta and beat his head and shoulders, screaming for him to stop. She wasn't strong enough to make him feel it, especially since he was in Super Saiyan form. However, he did turn around long enough to smack her to the ground.
"Don't EVER put your hands on me, girl, or next time you won't be getting up!" he threatened.
Since she wasn't really hurt, Sasami did get up and repeated the process, only she added kicks and hair-pulling to her limited arsenal. This time, Vegeta gave her his full attention as he released Gohan and knocked her down with a hard slap. "Fine!" he shouted. "You want my attention, then you've got it! Let's see if Gohan taught you anything back at King Kai's school!"
In all honesty, the only thing Sasami had learned from King Kai is that Earth had some of the worst jokes in the universe. The only important thing she'd learned from Gohan is that love hurts sometimes. She hadn't really planned out what she'd do once she got Vegeta away from Gohan. Sasami was only concerned about one of her dearest friends, and one of the few boys she'd ever cared about deeply. Unfortunately, it was about to earn her a very painful experience. At least, so she thought.
Hotaru was the first one to see the golden glow. By the time she realized it was coming from Gohan, he was already beating Vegeta within an inch of his life. Though he wasn't anywhere close to Vegeta's power level, pure rage seemed to enhance all of his skills, if only for a few short moments. That was more than enough time to trash the Saiyan Prince. In less that two minutes, Vegeta was out cold, and Hotaru was searching desperately for a pulse. She found one, but it was very weak.
When Sasami finally came to, Gohan was leaning over her. Though his face was a bloody mess, most of his clothing had been burned away, and bruises covered two-thirds of his body, the first words out of his mouth were, "Are you okay?"
Sasami smiled up at him. "I'd tell you, but chances are you've got a concussion and would just forget anyway."
Gohan nodded. "Good point." Then his eyes rolled up into his head and he collapsed into her arms.
* * * * *
"That's why I like it when you become a Super Saiyan. It's so...romantic, as silly as that sounds. When you transformed to save me, that's when I realized how much you cared for me."
Gohan gave her a weird look. "Wait. If I had learned how to act normally as a Super Saiyan back then, would you have gone out with me sooner?"
Sasami thought for a moment. "Probably."
"So the whole time I was suffering without you because you didn't like my hair?!"
"No, that's not it at all! I just thought you were cuter with the golden hair, and I guess when you saved me that first time, I got...attached to it. You know?"
"Well, NOW I do," Gohan muttered. He powered up, and his hair took on the familiar golden glow.
"I didn't mean now! You're still hurt!" Sasami protested.
Gohan merely shrugged. "Thanks to my father's training, it doesn't take as much energy to do this anymore. It didn't hurt at all, and I feel much better in this form."
"But what about Godin? He won't recognize you that way."
"I didn't do this for him, you know," Gohan added with a smile.
Sasami reached up and ran her hands through his hair. "Maybe you could do this for our second honeymoon?" she suggested.
"We'll see." Gohan lifted her in his arms and stood up. "So you really think I look better this way?"
"I think you look more like the boy I fell in love with, so yes."
"So can I have a kiss?"
Sasami grinned. "Promise me you'll use this form next time you need it."
"Okay, I promise! Now can I have a kiss?"
"Nope. We've got an audience," she replied, nodding to the door.
Gohan looked up to see Trunks standing at the door. He was holding a wailing Godin with one arm.
"Uh...sorry, guys. I didn't know you were...well...whatever it is you're doing."
Gohan smiled and put his wife down. "Don't worry about it, Trunks. Sasami and I were just remembering our younger days."
"Oh. Well, the little man was getting fussy. I think he needs one of you." Trunks held out the crying baby, a helpless look on his face.
Gohan walked over and took Godin. "Hey, son. Know who I am?"
Godin stopped crying and stared up at him. Then he began to wail even louder.
Sasami quickly took the baby. "I guess he doesn't know you in that form yet." Godin instantly stopped crying once he was safely in his mother's arms.
"Junior used to be like that, too," Trunks said softly. "Never would want to be near me when I was a Super Saiyan. It took him a long time to accept me."
"You probably frightened the poor thing with that scary Saiyan hair of yours," Sasami joked.
Trunks smirked. "Very funny. Anyhow, I'd better get going. I promised Tenchi & Ayeka I'd tell them how you two were doing once I got back to Jurai."
"How's their baby doing?" Sasami asked.
"She's still very sickly, but Tenchi says she'll grow out of it. They haven't decided what to call her yet."
* * * * *
As it turned out, Trunks didn't actually leave for another few hours. Sasami wouldn't let him go anywhere without a home-cooked meal, and Trunks wasn't about to turn one of hers down. Sasami cooked twice as much as she usually did, since Gohan seemed to eat even more when he was a Super Saiyan.
"Okay, this time, I'm really going to go!" Trunks insisted after the meal.
"At least let me take you back with my instant transmission," Gohan said. "It's the least I could do after you dragged me home last night."
"Only if you're sure it won't make your condition worse," Trunks replied. "I won't have my teacher dying young on me."
"Ah, come on! I'm tougher than that! Right, Sasami?"
Sasami just shook her head. "Well, if you're going, at least take Godin with you so Ayeka can see him."
Gohan started to reach for the baby, then stopped, recalling what happened last time. "Uh...maybe you'd better hold him, Trunks."
Godin scrunched up his face as Sasami handed him to Trunks, but he only made a whimpering noise instead of screaming.
"I guess that means he only hates me a little," Trunks chuckled.
Gohan placed a hand on his friend's shoulder. "I'll be back soon, sweetie," he said, waving to his wife. He pressed two fingers to his forehead, and a moment later, all three of them vanished.
Ten seconds later, Gohan returned, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Miss me?"
"Not really, but I need to ask you something." Sasami leaned into his embrace. "Do you think you'll have any trouble training Godin once he's old enough?"
"Couldn't be that tough. Look how Trunks turned out."
"Well...do you think you could handle some more students?"
Gohan frowned. "How many more?"
"Oh, just two." Sasami giggled. "Twins."
It took a few moments for her words to set in. "Do you mean...we're having...twins?" Gohan stammered.
"That's right," she replied, kissing his nose. "Though technically, I'll be the one having them. You just get to pass out in the delivery room and take lots of pictures."
Gohan smiled and kissed her forehead. "Have I told you that I love you lately?"
"Yes, but I knew that already." Sasami traced the curve of his jaw with a finger. "You know, this is the first time we've been alone in a long time."
"Uh...I'm injured, remember?" he joked.
She frowned. "You keep playing with me, and I'll show you injured, mister."
"Hey, I was only kidding!" he swore.
"Uh huh. Sure." Sasami pulled away from him and headed toward the bedroom. "Are you coming?" she asked, glancing back at him with a seductive smile.
Gohan grinned. "Do you really have to ask?"
She grinned before slipping into the hallway.
Gohan chuckled to himself as he followed her. From watching his own parents, he'd never realized being married could be so much...fun. Of course, they were always fighting over whether he should be a fighter or a scholar, but that was hardly-
"Gohan, I'm waiting..."
Gohan pushed the thoughts aside, the smile returning to his face. The memories would have to wait. Right now, he had something more important to take care of.
The End.