Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! It's been so long! I don't know how many
dedicated fans I have, or at least had. I probably lost them all since I
haven't updated in MONTHS! I was on an American Idol craze (I LOVE YOU,
CLAY!!! ^^;) Sorry, a little obsessed. Well, even since AI's been over,
that's all I can talk/think/ dream/eat/breath about. Anyway, I'm sort of
back. Sometimes I just don't feel like writing, but I'll try to get this
written fast and well.
Disclaimer: All ideas, characters, thoughts, etc. copyrighted to Akira Toriyama. Exceptions: Blake and Satoshi are characters I thought up. Hiyama belongs to my friend Kels-chan, username Phobia (by the time I get this out she might've changed it! ^^;;). I don't make money off this, though I wish I did... Leave me alone, I'm a broke homo loving hobo.
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"Kakkarot," Vegeta muttered to himself through his training. "I just can't concentrate! Maybe nature will calm me down." Vegeta stopped doing one- handed handstand/push ups and stormed out the Gravity Room door. He opened the back door of Capsule Corp.
"Bulma, I'm going to the forest to train. Probably won't be back any time soon."
"Try to be home before dark, sweetie? I'm cooking a nice dinner!" She called back from her study. Vegeta winced at the 'sweetie' nickname.
"I'll try!" He shouted and closed the door.
In the forest, he still couldn't concentrate.
"ARGH! I can't get Kakkarot off my mind!" the Saiyan shouted aloud. He punched a tree.
"I'm glad you're so taken with me, Vegeta." Goku said from the shadows. Vegeta blushed.
"Listen, I'm glad I ran into you here. And I'm also glad you said that aloud. Because. um. I was sort of thinking the same thing."
"What? Are you saying.?"
"I think that's what I'm saying."
"Kakkarot. This isn't right. We're both married. With kids."
Goku placed his hand behind his head in embarrassment. The next thing he knew, Vegeta was rubbing his arms. Goku looked down at the short saiyan. Vegeta took his gi top in his teeth and ripped it off. He looked sexy, with the torn fabric in his mouth and fire in his eyes. Goku forgot all rivalry between them and took Vegeta by his shirt. He lifted him off his feet and brought him to his lips.
"Kakkarot." Vegeta muttered through the luscious lips in which were caressing his own.
"Shhh." Goku licked the smaller saiyans lips and pushed him to the cold ground. Vegeta continued to rip Goku's gi off. Goku bit Vegeta's neck. The short saiyan moaned in pain and pleasure.
Soon they were both naked. Vegeta forced Goku into a doggie-style position. The taller saiyan groaned. He liked the pain. An unusual emotion for him. Vegeta went super saiyan to increase the throbbing. He could tell that his receiver was enjoying it. Goku tried to keep his voice down.
"Let it out, Kakkarot, I know you want to scream." Vegeta said through gritted teeth. Goku took the advice and screamed.
Gohan was in a different part of the forest training while his mother was at the store. He heard his father screaming. He was worried and rushed toward Goku's voice. He was met with Vegeta 'servicing' Goku.
"Dad," he managed to choke out. The stopped abruptly. Vegeta powered down and fell back, releasing Goku.
"Hi Gohan!" Goku blushed. "Um. Funny to run into you here! Uh. it's not what it looks like! Shouldn't you be studying?"
"Mom went out for a while so I took advantage. I'm beginning to regret it."
"Well it's your fault for following your father's scream," Vegeta was looking the other way.
"I thought my dad was hurt! Damnit Dad, put some kamidamn pants on!"
Goku looked shocked. His son had never talked that way. Immediately, he responded and started searching for his gi pants. He couldn't put his top back on, for Vegeta ripped that off.
"You too, Vegeta! Don't you ever two ever think of consequences? What if it wasn't me who found you? What if it was Mom? Or Bulma?"
"I knew I shouldn't have screamed," Goku mumbled to Vegeta. Vegeta slapped Goku's ass.
"Vegeta!" Gohan screamed in fury. "I saw that! Argh, I need a drink!" Gohan stormed out of the forest and made his way to the local bar.
Goku and Vegeta stared at each other as they gathered the remaining bits of their clothes.
In the bar, Gohan sat down and thought about the his two recent findings.
"First my brother, now my dad. This is ridiculous."
"Hey, here's a new face." The bar tender leaned over the counter. "So, what's the problem sweetie?"
"What makes you think I have a problem?" Gohan said indignantly.
"For one, your cute little face is all screwed up. For another, you just said 'First my brother, now my dad' out loud."
Gohan blushed. He didn't feel comfortable telling a stranger his problems.
"It's nothing, really. I just found out shocking news about my brother and my dad."
"Well, why don't I get you a drink, on the house, and you can tell me about it. Don't worry, you don't have to say any names. And I swear on Kami himself I won't tell," she added when he looked worried again.
"Get me something without alcohol, though. My mom will kill me if I come home drunk."
"Sure thing, sugar."
"Okay, well, I was going to my room to study. I share my room with my seven- year-old brother. And I when I opened the door, he was on his bed, kissing his best friend."
"How sweet! A seven-year-old romance! His best friend is a girl?"
"No, his best friend is a boy."
"Oh."
"Yeah. And just now, I found out where he gets it. I was in the forest, you know, the one right off West City? Well, I was there, and I heard my dad screaming. So I rushed to his voice. And there was. well, how could I explain this?" Gohan coloured madly. "Try to follow this. My little brother's best friend's dad. Got that? Well, he was. um." Gohan coughed. "Servicing my dad anally." He mumbled.
The bartender gasped. It wasn't what she expected.
"So why'd your dad scream?"
Gohan glanced at her, giving her a knowing look. Her eyes widened and she nodded.
"Listen, cutie, you must be having a tough time. How about I take you out to dinner one night?"
"Actually, I have a girlfriend."
"Oh, sorry. I mean, not sorry that you have a girlfriend, but sorry I asked. I mean- Well, she's a lucky girl. Maybe you can tell her and she can soothe you."
"Maybe. But she knows them, and she won't be able to act the same around them. Especially around my dad and my mom."
"Oh, man, your parents are still married? That's gotta be extra hard. And listen, I sort of know how you feel. My ex-boyfriend just found out that he's gay, and now he's dating my brother. It's kind of weird, but I've learned to adjust. And I'm happy for them, you know? They're happy together. Maybe you're mom will get over it once she finds out, maybe she won't. And as for your brother? Well, he's a kid. They're always experimenting with weird stuff. And who knows? He might be gay when he's older, he might be straight. At least he's with someone you know and trust, right?"
"Yeah, I guess you're right." Gohan said, starting to see the bright side of this whole situation. "Thanks.. uh."
"Blake," she stuck out her hand. Gohan took it gratefully.
"Gohan."
She smiled.
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"We have to tell Bulma and ChiChi," Goku looked at Vegeta's profile. They were sitting on a log after Gohan found them.
"I never thought I'd say this Kakkarot.But. I love you." Goku looked at Vegeta's eyes brimming with tears. He took him in his muscular arms.
"Shhh, I know. I love you too. But it's wrong. We're married men with kids. We've been rivals for as long as we've known each other. And suddenly we turn around and we're lovers? It's str-"
Vegeta suddenly leaned up into Goku's soft, wet lips. Goku pulled away.
"Vegeta, we have to tell them before it goes any further." Vegeta pushed him down and dominated.
"We already had sex, Kakkarot. It's out of the ballpark. There's nothing we can do now. We don't have to tell the women quite yet. It's more exciting when it's a secret."
Goku enjoyed his lovers lips for a few minutes, then pushed him away.
"It's getting really late. It's nearly dark and I left after lunch. Chi'll start to worry. Bulma will too, knowing her. I just don't know what I'll do about my top that you ripped."
Vegeta sat quiet for a few moments, deep in thought. Then he said, "Tell her you ran into me in the forest. That won't be lying. Say we," he thought again, "got a little rough. That won't be lying either. So you won't lie, just you won't tell the whole truth."
"Thanks, Veggie. I wouldn't have been able to think of a good excuse without you."
"Don't call me Veggie. I'm not produce."
Goku smiled and stood up. He kicked off the ground and made his way home, practicing his lines.
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"WHERE ON KAMI'S EARTH WERE YOU?!! I WAS SO WORRIED! YOU LEFT WITHOUT MUCH WORD AND YOU DON'T COME BACK UNTIL AFTER DARK! I HAD A NICE DINNER WAITING FOR YOU, AND YOU DON'T EVEN COME BACK FOR THAT?! YOU-"
Goku picked up his wife above his head. She yelped. He brought her down and kissed her neck. It felt strange after screwing her best friend's husband. But he acted like he normally would.
"Well. I suppose you had a good reason. I expect to hear it starting. now!"
"Okay, so-I-ran-into-Vegeta-at-the-forest-and-we-got-a-little-rough-and-he- ripped-my-shirt-so-that's-why-I-don't-have-it-and-we-were-having-so-much- fun-that-we-just-lost-track-of-the-time-and-so-that's-why-I'm-late-I'm- really-sorry-and-it-won't-happen-again what's for dinner?" The saiyan man said very fast so if he messed up his wife wouldn't catch it. He made his way past her into the kitchen. She blinked, taking what he said in. Her sharp ears picked up every word. She wanted to question it, but didn't say anything.
"Goten, Gohan, come down, you're father's finally home and we can eat!" she called up the stairs. The two demi-saiyans jumped from the top stair to the floor, creating a loud thud, making the whole house shake.
"Hi boys!" Goku said cheerily as they entered the kitchen. Gohan avoided his gaze. They all sat down as ChiChi served them steaming plates.
They ate in silence, except for the scarfing noises the three saiyans made.
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Home alone again, Gohan made his way downstairs. He had a sudden urge to talk to Blake. Making sure his mother was fully gone, he headed for the bar.
"Hey sugar! Something wrong?" worry filled Blake's voice.
"No, nothing's wrong. Who's this?" Gohan signaled to two men sitting at the counter.
"Gohan, meet my brother, Satoshi, and his boyfriend, Hiyama." Blake introduced them. Satoshi smiled sweetly and they locked eyes. Gohan felt a sudden jolt of energy that made him blush and look away.
"Hey, I get off soon, why don't we all go out somewhere together? Just so we can get to know each other a little better." Blake inquired, checking her watch.
"Sounds cool, but can I just leave a note for my mom real quick so she doesn't worry?"
The others agreed. Gohan ran out the door, flew home, scrawled a quick note ("Mom, I'm out with friends, will be home for dinner. Love, Gohan"), and flew back to the bar.
When he returned, the four of them left for the Sakura Café. They talked, laughed, and ate. Gohan enjoyed their company.
"We gotta get going, we're going to a club tonight. Gotta get ready." Satoshi winked. "See ya later, sis. Bye Gohan," he added, with definite flirt in his voice.
"Let's go back to my place. I'll fix you a drink." Blake said once they had left. You know Gohan is related to Goku in some way when you see his naivety. Not thinking it at all strange, he happily obliged.
Blake's apartment was a good size, considering she was a bartender.
"Make yourself comfortable," Blake called from the bedroom.
Gohan sat on the beige leather sofa, his eyes wandering around the pale yellow room.
Blake appeared again, dressed completely different. She was wearing tight leather pants and an extremely skimpy top. She crawled on top of a very tense Gohan. He laughed nervously.
"Blake, what are you doing?" He managed to choke out.
"C'mon, Gohan, I know you've been wanting this. Don't say a word," she added as he opened his mouth to protest. She bit his lip and smiled.
"Now, why don't you take of this cute collared shirt of yours," she breathed and started to unbutton his shirt. She got to the point of taking of his pants when he regained enough senses to jump up.
"Blake, what are you doing?" Gohan gasped. She stood up and started backing him up towards the wall.
"Let an older woman show you how it's done." She pressed him against the wall and placed her hand on the bulge in his pants. "You know you like it."
"I told you, I-I have a girl friend." He stuttered.
"She's not here, is she?"
"But I lo-like her. A lot."
"That doesn't matter now. All that matters is you and me." She pressed herself against him seductively.
"Stop!" Gohan cried finally, tears brimming his eyes. Blake stopped abruptly.
"I'm sorry, Gohan. I. I thought this was what you wanted."
Gohan stared at her. "What I wanted? I told you a number of times to stop!" Blake smiled and shook her head.
"Ah, yes, but that's where you're wrong. You never once said stop until just now, and that's when I stopped. You were talking about your girlfriend, asking me what I was doing, but you only once said stop." Blake nodded matter-of-factly.
Gohan stared at her disgustedly. He grabbed his shirt and left before she could say anything.
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"ChiChi, have you ever thought about public school for Goten? Gohan seems to love it." Bulma and ChiChi were sitting at the table drinking coffee.
"Yes, actually, I have. But he also seems to love you teaching him and being taught with Trunks. Why do you ask?"
"Well, I was thinking of sending Trunks to Orange Elementary School. Do you think Goten would like to go?"
ChiChi hesitated. "They wouldn't be in the same grade." she said doubtfully.
"Hey, think about it. They're on the same level since I've been teaching them together. We don't necessarily have to enroll them on two different grades because their brains are on the same level."
ChiChi thought hard. "Well, if you think it's best."
"Of course! They have to get to the outside world! We have just enough time to get them into school this September. And since you seem so unsure, I'll play for Goten's tuition."
"You will? Oh, Bulma, you're the greatest!" ChiChi called into her son's room. "Goten, could you come here for a moment?"
Goten stuck his head around the corner. "Yeah Mom?"
"Goten, this September, you and Trunks will be going to Orange Elementary School. Isn't that exciting?"
"Yeah. what's that?"
"You'll be learning just like Bulma was teaching you, but it'll be in a big classroom full of kids and you'll have to go somewhere else. Like what Gohan does."
"Oh. Okay. Let's go, Trunks!" Goten pulled his best friend's arm back to his room.
"They're so cute together!" Bulma smiled.
"Elementary school," Goten repeated once he was back in his room.
"Yeah, that's what your mom said. I head my mom talking about it a lot to my dad. Like he cares, though!" Trunks looked thoughtful. "There's been something really different about my dad. And yours. Something between them is weird, I can't explain it."
"I've noticed it, too. Like that time when you were eating dinner at our house, then your dad just jumped up and was all like, 'I can't take it anymore!'. It was weird."
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"Come on, Goten, you'll be late for your first day of school!" ChiChi called to her youngest son who was still picking out what he'd wear. He finally settled on what he always wore; orange gi with a navy shirt.
"Ready to go?" Trunks asked his best friend walking out of his house. Goten nodded and they got into Bulma's helicopter she was using to take them to school.
"Thanks again, Bulma, for doing this. I really appreciate it." ChiChi was saying her last goodbyes to the three of them heading out for the city. "Goten, have fun at school! Don't beat anyone up, get good grades! I'm proud of you, sweetie!" ChiChi waved to them as they lifted off the ground.
"Welcome, boys. You must be Trunks and Goten." A young teacher greeted them as they said farewell to Bulma.
"Welcome," she said, "To Orange Elementary School."
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Ugh, what a crappy ending. Well, I needed to get them into school somehow. Note to Vejita-Girl: Sorry, I bet you hated this chapter. I not only stuck Goku with Vegeta, but I separated Videl and Gohan. Keep reading though, you might like it. *hopeful grin*
Well, I'm going to keep trying to write well. Stay with it!
Disclaimer: All ideas, characters, thoughts, etc. copyrighted to Akira Toriyama. Exceptions: Blake and Satoshi are characters I thought up. Hiyama belongs to my friend Kels-chan, username Phobia (by the time I get this out she might've changed it! ^^;;). I don't make money off this, though I wish I did... Leave me alone, I'm a broke homo loving hobo.
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"Kakkarot," Vegeta muttered to himself through his training. "I just can't concentrate! Maybe nature will calm me down." Vegeta stopped doing one- handed handstand/push ups and stormed out the Gravity Room door. He opened the back door of Capsule Corp.
"Bulma, I'm going to the forest to train. Probably won't be back any time soon."
"Try to be home before dark, sweetie? I'm cooking a nice dinner!" She called back from her study. Vegeta winced at the 'sweetie' nickname.
"I'll try!" He shouted and closed the door.
In the forest, he still couldn't concentrate.
"ARGH! I can't get Kakkarot off my mind!" the Saiyan shouted aloud. He punched a tree.
"I'm glad you're so taken with me, Vegeta." Goku said from the shadows. Vegeta blushed.
"Listen, I'm glad I ran into you here. And I'm also glad you said that aloud. Because. um. I was sort of thinking the same thing."
"What? Are you saying.?"
"I think that's what I'm saying."
"Kakkarot. This isn't right. We're both married. With kids."
Goku placed his hand behind his head in embarrassment. The next thing he knew, Vegeta was rubbing his arms. Goku looked down at the short saiyan. Vegeta took his gi top in his teeth and ripped it off. He looked sexy, with the torn fabric in his mouth and fire in his eyes. Goku forgot all rivalry between them and took Vegeta by his shirt. He lifted him off his feet and brought him to his lips.
"Kakkarot." Vegeta muttered through the luscious lips in which were caressing his own.
"Shhh." Goku licked the smaller saiyans lips and pushed him to the cold ground. Vegeta continued to rip Goku's gi off. Goku bit Vegeta's neck. The short saiyan moaned in pain and pleasure.
Soon they were both naked. Vegeta forced Goku into a doggie-style position. The taller saiyan groaned. He liked the pain. An unusual emotion for him. Vegeta went super saiyan to increase the throbbing. He could tell that his receiver was enjoying it. Goku tried to keep his voice down.
"Let it out, Kakkarot, I know you want to scream." Vegeta said through gritted teeth. Goku took the advice and screamed.
Gohan was in a different part of the forest training while his mother was at the store. He heard his father screaming. He was worried and rushed toward Goku's voice. He was met with Vegeta 'servicing' Goku.
"Dad," he managed to choke out. The stopped abruptly. Vegeta powered down and fell back, releasing Goku.
"Hi Gohan!" Goku blushed. "Um. Funny to run into you here! Uh. it's not what it looks like! Shouldn't you be studying?"
"Mom went out for a while so I took advantage. I'm beginning to regret it."
"Well it's your fault for following your father's scream," Vegeta was looking the other way.
"I thought my dad was hurt! Damnit Dad, put some kamidamn pants on!"
Goku looked shocked. His son had never talked that way. Immediately, he responded and started searching for his gi pants. He couldn't put his top back on, for Vegeta ripped that off.
"You too, Vegeta! Don't you ever two ever think of consequences? What if it wasn't me who found you? What if it was Mom? Or Bulma?"
"I knew I shouldn't have screamed," Goku mumbled to Vegeta. Vegeta slapped Goku's ass.
"Vegeta!" Gohan screamed in fury. "I saw that! Argh, I need a drink!" Gohan stormed out of the forest and made his way to the local bar.
Goku and Vegeta stared at each other as they gathered the remaining bits of their clothes.
In the bar, Gohan sat down and thought about the his two recent findings.
"First my brother, now my dad. This is ridiculous."
"Hey, here's a new face." The bar tender leaned over the counter. "So, what's the problem sweetie?"
"What makes you think I have a problem?" Gohan said indignantly.
"For one, your cute little face is all screwed up. For another, you just said 'First my brother, now my dad' out loud."
Gohan blushed. He didn't feel comfortable telling a stranger his problems.
"It's nothing, really. I just found out shocking news about my brother and my dad."
"Well, why don't I get you a drink, on the house, and you can tell me about it. Don't worry, you don't have to say any names. And I swear on Kami himself I won't tell," she added when he looked worried again.
"Get me something without alcohol, though. My mom will kill me if I come home drunk."
"Sure thing, sugar."
"Okay, well, I was going to my room to study. I share my room with my seven- year-old brother. And I when I opened the door, he was on his bed, kissing his best friend."
"How sweet! A seven-year-old romance! His best friend is a girl?"
"No, his best friend is a boy."
"Oh."
"Yeah. And just now, I found out where he gets it. I was in the forest, you know, the one right off West City? Well, I was there, and I heard my dad screaming. So I rushed to his voice. And there was. well, how could I explain this?" Gohan coloured madly. "Try to follow this. My little brother's best friend's dad. Got that? Well, he was. um." Gohan coughed. "Servicing my dad anally." He mumbled.
The bartender gasped. It wasn't what she expected.
"So why'd your dad scream?"
Gohan glanced at her, giving her a knowing look. Her eyes widened and she nodded.
"Listen, cutie, you must be having a tough time. How about I take you out to dinner one night?"
"Actually, I have a girlfriend."
"Oh, sorry. I mean, not sorry that you have a girlfriend, but sorry I asked. I mean- Well, she's a lucky girl. Maybe you can tell her and she can soothe you."
"Maybe. But she knows them, and she won't be able to act the same around them. Especially around my dad and my mom."
"Oh, man, your parents are still married? That's gotta be extra hard. And listen, I sort of know how you feel. My ex-boyfriend just found out that he's gay, and now he's dating my brother. It's kind of weird, but I've learned to adjust. And I'm happy for them, you know? They're happy together. Maybe you're mom will get over it once she finds out, maybe she won't. And as for your brother? Well, he's a kid. They're always experimenting with weird stuff. And who knows? He might be gay when he's older, he might be straight. At least he's with someone you know and trust, right?"
"Yeah, I guess you're right." Gohan said, starting to see the bright side of this whole situation. "Thanks.. uh."
"Blake," she stuck out her hand. Gohan took it gratefully.
"Gohan."
She smiled.
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"We have to tell Bulma and ChiChi," Goku looked at Vegeta's profile. They were sitting on a log after Gohan found them.
"I never thought I'd say this Kakkarot.But. I love you." Goku looked at Vegeta's eyes brimming with tears. He took him in his muscular arms.
"Shhh, I know. I love you too. But it's wrong. We're married men with kids. We've been rivals for as long as we've known each other. And suddenly we turn around and we're lovers? It's str-"
Vegeta suddenly leaned up into Goku's soft, wet lips. Goku pulled away.
"Vegeta, we have to tell them before it goes any further." Vegeta pushed him down and dominated.
"We already had sex, Kakkarot. It's out of the ballpark. There's nothing we can do now. We don't have to tell the women quite yet. It's more exciting when it's a secret."
Goku enjoyed his lovers lips for a few minutes, then pushed him away.
"It's getting really late. It's nearly dark and I left after lunch. Chi'll start to worry. Bulma will too, knowing her. I just don't know what I'll do about my top that you ripped."
Vegeta sat quiet for a few moments, deep in thought. Then he said, "Tell her you ran into me in the forest. That won't be lying. Say we," he thought again, "got a little rough. That won't be lying either. So you won't lie, just you won't tell the whole truth."
"Thanks, Veggie. I wouldn't have been able to think of a good excuse without you."
"Don't call me Veggie. I'm not produce."
Goku smiled and stood up. He kicked off the ground and made his way home, practicing his lines.
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"WHERE ON KAMI'S EARTH WERE YOU?!! I WAS SO WORRIED! YOU LEFT WITHOUT MUCH WORD AND YOU DON'T COME BACK UNTIL AFTER DARK! I HAD A NICE DINNER WAITING FOR YOU, AND YOU DON'T EVEN COME BACK FOR THAT?! YOU-"
Goku picked up his wife above his head. She yelped. He brought her down and kissed her neck. It felt strange after screwing her best friend's husband. But he acted like he normally would.
"Well. I suppose you had a good reason. I expect to hear it starting. now!"
"Okay, so-I-ran-into-Vegeta-at-the-forest-and-we-got-a-little-rough-and-he- ripped-my-shirt-so-that's-why-I-don't-have-it-and-we-were-having-so-much- fun-that-we-just-lost-track-of-the-time-and-so-that's-why-I'm-late-I'm- really-sorry-and-it-won't-happen-again what's for dinner?" The saiyan man said very fast so if he messed up his wife wouldn't catch it. He made his way past her into the kitchen. She blinked, taking what he said in. Her sharp ears picked up every word. She wanted to question it, but didn't say anything.
"Goten, Gohan, come down, you're father's finally home and we can eat!" she called up the stairs. The two demi-saiyans jumped from the top stair to the floor, creating a loud thud, making the whole house shake.
"Hi boys!" Goku said cheerily as they entered the kitchen. Gohan avoided his gaze. They all sat down as ChiChi served them steaming plates.
They ate in silence, except for the scarfing noises the three saiyans made.
* * *
Home alone again, Gohan made his way downstairs. He had a sudden urge to talk to Blake. Making sure his mother was fully gone, he headed for the bar.
"Hey sugar! Something wrong?" worry filled Blake's voice.
"No, nothing's wrong. Who's this?" Gohan signaled to two men sitting at the counter.
"Gohan, meet my brother, Satoshi, and his boyfriend, Hiyama." Blake introduced them. Satoshi smiled sweetly and they locked eyes. Gohan felt a sudden jolt of energy that made him blush and look away.
"Hey, I get off soon, why don't we all go out somewhere together? Just so we can get to know each other a little better." Blake inquired, checking her watch.
"Sounds cool, but can I just leave a note for my mom real quick so she doesn't worry?"
The others agreed. Gohan ran out the door, flew home, scrawled a quick note ("Mom, I'm out with friends, will be home for dinner. Love, Gohan"), and flew back to the bar.
When he returned, the four of them left for the Sakura Café. They talked, laughed, and ate. Gohan enjoyed their company.
"We gotta get going, we're going to a club tonight. Gotta get ready." Satoshi winked. "See ya later, sis. Bye Gohan," he added, with definite flirt in his voice.
"Let's go back to my place. I'll fix you a drink." Blake said once they had left. You know Gohan is related to Goku in some way when you see his naivety. Not thinking it at all strange, he happily obliged.
Blake's apartment was a good size, considering she was a bartender.
"Make yourself comfortable," Blake called from the bedroom.
Gohan sat on the beige leather sofa, his eyes wandering around the pale yellow room.
Blake appeared again, dressed completely different. She was wearing tight leather pants and an extremely skimpy top. She crawled on top of a very tense Gohan. He laughed nervously.
"Blake, what are you doing?" He managed to choke out.
"C'mon, Gohan, I know you've been wanting this. Don't say a word," she added as he opened his mouth to protest. She bit his lip and smiled.
"Now, why don't you take of this cute collared shirt of yours," she breathed and started to unbutton his shirt. She got to the point of taking of his pants when he regained enough senses to jump up.
"Blake, what are you doing?" Gohan gasped. She stood up and started backing him up towards the wall.
"Let an older woman show you how it's done." She pressed him against the wall and placed her hand on the bulge in his pants. "You know you like it."
"I told you, I-I have a girl friend." He stuttered.
"She's not here, is she?"
"But I lo-like her. A lot."
"That doesn't matter now. All that matters is you and me." She pressed herself against him seductively.
"Stop!" Gohan cried finally, tears brimming his eyes. Blake stopped abruptly.
"I'm sorry, Gohan. I. I thought this was what you wanted."
Gohan stared at her. "What I wanted? I told you a number of times to stop!" Blake smiled and shook her head.
"Ah, yes, but that's where you're wrong. You never once said stop until just now, and that's when I stopped. You were talking about your girlfriend, asking me what I was doing, but you only once said stop." Blake nodded matter-of-factly.
Gohan stared at her disgustedly. He grabbed his shirt and left before she could say anything.
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"ChiChi, have you ever thought about public school for Goten? Gohan seems to love it." Bulma and ChiChi were sitting at the table drinking coffee.
"Yes, actually, I have. But he also seems to love you teaching him and being taught with Trunks. Why do you ask?"
"Well, I was thinking of sending Trunks to Orange Elementary School. Do you think Goten would like to go?"
ChiChi hesitated. "They wouldn't be in the same grade." she said doubtfully.
"Hey, think about it. They're on the same level since I've been teaching them together. We don't necessarily have to enroll them on two different grades because their brains are on the same level."
ChiChi thought hard. "Well, if you think it's best."
"Of course! They have to get to the outside world! We have just enough time to get them into school this September. And since you seem so unsure, I'll play for Goten's tuition."
"You will? Oh, Bulma, you're the greatest!" ChiChi called into her son's room. "Goten, could you come here for a moment?"
Goten stuck his head around the corner. "Yeah Mom?"
"Goten, this September, you and Trunks will be going to Orange Elementary School. Isn't that exciting?"
"Yeah. what's that?"
"You'll be learning just like Bulma was teaching you, but it'll be in a big classroom full of kids and you'll have to go somewhere else. Like what Gohan does."
"Oh. Okay. Let's go, Trunks!" Goten pulled his best friend's arm back to his room.
"They're so cute together!" Bulma smiled.
"Elementary school," Goten repeated once he was back in his room.
"Yeah, that's what your mom said. I head my mom talking about it a lot to my dad. Like he cares, though!" Trunks looked thoughtful. "There's been something really different about my dad. And yours. Something between them is weird, I can't explain it."
"I've noticed it, too. Like that time when you were eating dinner at our house, then your dad just jumped up and was all like, 'I can't take it anymore!'. It was weird."
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"Come on, Goten, you'll be late for your first day of school!" ChiChi called to her youngest son who was still picking out what he'd wear. He finally settled on what he always wore; orange gi with a navy shirt.
"Ready to go?" Trunks asked his best friend walking out of his house. Goten nodded and they got into Bulma's helicopter she was using to take them to school.
"Thanks again, Bulma, for doing this. I really appreciate it." ChiChi was saying her last goodbyes to the three of them heading out for the city. "Goten, have fun at school! Don't beat anyone up, get good grades! I'm proud of you, sweetie!" ChiChi waved to them as they lifted off the ground.
"Welcome, boys. You must be Trunks and Goten." A young teacher greeted them as they said farewell to Bulma.
"Welcome," she said, "To Orange Elementary School."
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Ugh, what a crappy ending. Well, I needed to get them into school somehow. Note to Vejita-Girl: Sorry, I bet you hated this chapter. I not only stuck Goku with Vegeta, but I separated Videl and Gohan. Keep reading though, you might like it. *hopeful grin*
Well, I'm going to keep trying to write well. Stay with it!
