It was a warm summer night in the Mt. Poazu area. It hadn't been very long since the whole Majin Buu ordeal, but Son Gohan was enjoying the peace and quiet. A soft breeze floated through his open window, tickling his bare arms and face. Unfortunately, that wasn't the only thing floating through his window...

"Come on Goku, I know you can do this harder! We used to do it all the time, you know!"

"I'm sorry Chichi, but I don't want to hurt you!"

"I am not some fragile little woman like Bulma! I can take more than this!"

"Fine, if that's the way you want to play, then that's the way we'll play, Chichi."

There was a fierce edge to his father's voice, accompanied by a playful growl. Gohan squeezed his eyes shut. He sincerely hoped that they weren't doing what it sounded like...

"Faster Goku, neither of us is that old! You had to have practiced in Otherworld!"

"Of course I did, but doing it with the guys is different!"

"Son Goku, I have not seen you for seven years! I want some action, and I want it now!"

Gohan fought the urge to vomit as unwanted images began dancing around in his head. Damn those advanced biology textbooks! Those things had been bad enough with pictures of people he didn't even know, but suddenly those pictures were popping up, only it was his parents instead. Curse the photographic memory his mother had forced into him!

"Whew, let's try something else for a bit. Here, put your hand here and pull."

"Like this?"

"Yeah, except you're holding it wrong. You need a firm but relaxed grip. Here, let me show you."

"I'm surprised at how smooth it is."

"Yeah, I was too, the first time Grandpa had me hold it. He said he used to rub it for good luck."

Gohan whimpered and pulled his pillow over his head. He could have gone through his entire life and stay in the Otherworld happily without ever having heard that. Especially the part about Son Gohan Senior. That was just plain sick...

"Power Pole extend!" his mother cried from the yard.

"Wow Chichi! It's been awhile since I've seen it that big!"

The tortured half-Saiyan had finally had enough. He leapt out of bed and hurtled out of his window, eyes screwed shut and fingers in his ears, powering up as he went.

Goku and Chichi looked up from their midnight training session as their Super Saiyan son broke the sound barrier.

"Wonder what's up with him," Chichi mused, still holding the magical weapon.

Goku shrugged. "Maybe he needed to talk to Piccolo or something like that."

Chichi cast a skeptical eye at him. "But it's after midnight!"

A Vegeta-ish smirk worked it's way onto the Saiyan's face. "And neither of the boys are here. Shall we get down to some real business?"

His wife returned the smirk with just as much evilness glinting in her eyes. "But of course."

A/N-There we go, one more installment for my loyal fans. I actually wrote this one about a month ago, I just didn't think it was good enough to put up. However, I do think it's better than the last one, and you guys liked that, so I decided to put this up. This'll probably be the last one, unless somebody can give me some good ideas for couplings and things like that. Or unless my brain returns from its vacation sometime soon. If you have an idea you'd like to see, send it to my email, which you can find in my profile, and I'll see what I can do. And I'm already working on the next chapter for my other fic, Vampire, so don't expect a wait like the last one. Until next time!

~Vegito