A/N: This story is dedicated to all of the moms out there, especially the bonus moms who saved us without even knowing it. It's disconnected with the other stories I'm writing in the Dragon Universe.

WARNING: Contains a scene with very brief sexuality. Nothing graphic, but very suggestive.


MY STEPMOM IS A SUPER HERO
-CHAPTER ONE-


The cloudless skies above Nabu Island tainted the oceans that surrounded the island in warm afternoon hues. The Pro Hero, dressed in a green costume with a black, form-fitting bodysuit underneath, stood perched over a circular antenna, his white boots tucked together, his red cape flowing majestically with the wind.

From here, the good people of Nabu Island could look up and see him – the Great Saiyaman, the ever watchful guardian whose very presence deterred evildoers wherever he went.

His Hero Agency had stationed him out here in Nabu for the past two weeks until the current class of First Years from UA High had finished their summer-semester Hero Work Recommendation Project as newly-minted provisionally licensed Heroes.

The two weeks had passed with little incident, and the students had gotten a chance to experience for the first time what working for a Hero Agency was like, from helping out in the harvest, to keeping the beach clean and safe, to protecting the island village from inclement weather.

For the most part, Gohan had stood at his perch, high up at the tip of the island's largest antenna, watching the class work.

Well, maybe not just watching the class work…

Gohan's orange helmet tilted to the side and there, among the sea of students wearing their UA High uniforms, was her.

Class 1A's Homeroom Teacher.
The Everything Hero: Creati.
Momo Yaoyorozu.

The sun had lightly tanned her skin from the hours spent outside patrolling the beach, but she still looked absolutely stunning in her vibrant red Hero Costume.

Gohan allowed himself a dreamy smile as he watched her direct the First Class students towards the docks. The sea breeze caressed her waist-long raven hair, making it flow as majestically as his cape.

"What a beauty, huh?" Someone beside him commented.

"Yeah," Gohan sighed. "She sure is…"

"…I'm talking about the ocean, Gohan," the floating Pro Hero dressed in green laughed.

"Huh? Oh, sorry about that, Deku!" Gohan apologized, realizing that his Patrol partner, the Mighty Hero: Deku, had returned from his patrol of the old castle ruins.

"But yes," Gohan nodded quickly. Thankfully, the black visor of his helmet covered the bright red blush forming over his cheeks. "Yes, it's incredibly beautiful. I should bring Pan for a weekend here."

"Yeah, I'm sure she'd love it. This island's got a few hidden treasures, as well as a ton of memories for us."

"Oh yeah?" Gohan asked.

"Ohh, yeah. But that's a story for another time. You know what? We should set up a camping trip. Ochako's always jumping at the chance to bring Mochi-chan outdoors. That little cinnamon roll lives with her nose in comic books."

"Now, who does that sound like?" Gohan asked, the corner of his lips lifting in amusement. "Like father, like daughter, huh?"

Deku laughed, his messy green hair flapping with the wind emitted by his Float Quirk.

"Yeah, I guess… What about Pan? How's she been?"

"Pan's… well, she's been a handful, lately. Always grumpy and neglecting her schoolwork and getting into fights. It was so much easier when her mom was around. I knew that no matter how long I was away, Videl would make sure Pan was on the right track. But ever since… ever since we lost her, it's been…"

Gohan heaved a heavy sigh.

"I'm sorry, Gohan," Izuku said, his tone lowering sheepishly, his freckled cheeks blushing. "I didn't mean to reopen old wounds."

"It's okay," Gohan smiled up at his friend. "I miss Videl and if I'm being honest, somewhere deep inside, I still love her. I think I always will. She's the one who encouraged me to become a Pro Hero after the Cell Games all those years ago, after all. We had a happy life together. And of course, she gave me the greatest gift that I could have ever asked for – Pan. When we lost her, I felt like a piece of me died with her, too. But ever since I met Yaoyorozu… I dunno, it's just so nice to have someone who warms my heart up again, I guess."

Izuku nodded with a warm, empathetic smile.

"Sorry," Gohan laughed, brushing a shy hand across the back of his helmet. "Rambling."

"No, no," Izuku shook his head nervously. "Trust me, I get it. You're in love again, Gohan. That's a wonderful thing."

"Yeah," Gohan looked away. "I just wish Pan felt the same way as I do. She needs a mother's love. Maybe then she won't act up as much. But unfortunately…" he trailed off.

"She's having a hard time accepting Yaoyorozu into her life," Izuku finished. "Is that it?"

"Yeah," Gohan smirked, his gaze returning to Momo below. "Pan hates her guts. I don't think she likes the idea of me giving my attention away to another girl."

Momo was squatting down, hands on her knees, talking eye to eye with a little girl from the island. From here, the little girl with short black hair almost looked like Pan… Izuku stared at his patrol partner and smiled the way he always did when he thought of a strategy around a problem.

"You know, Gohan," he said. "Maybe what Pan needs is to spend more time with her. I've known Miss Yaoyorozu since we were First Years. If anybody in our class is Mom material, it's her. Why don't you invite her to stay over for a few days – maybe take them both on vacation or something. It'd give Pan – and you – a chance to get to bond. To turn into a real family together."

"Yeah," Gohan smiled. "Maybe you're right… But we're not even engaged or anything yet. Do you really think she'd agree to something like that?"

"Heyyyy!" A young voice called out to the two heroes, catching their attention immediately. A thin boy with sandy blonde hair was waving at them from the top of the ferry, his red UA High necktie and his gray suit jacket flapping wildly with the wind. "Mister Deku! Over here!"

"Katsuma!" Izuku yelled back, waving both hands over his head excitedly. "Excuse me for a minute, Gohan. I'll be back in a bit. But just… ask her. What's the worst that can happen, right?"

The air picked up around them as Deku gathered his Quirk. The next instant, he shot out towards the students atop the white ferry.

"Thanks for the good advice as always," Gohan said to himself as Deku flew towards the ferry. "Symbol of Peace."

As the students gathered around the Number One Hero at the docks, Gohan leaped off the satellite and floated slowly down to where Momo was standing.

The tall, curvy Pro Hero shifted on her heel, one hand on her hip as she watched Gohan touch down behind her.

She moved a strand of black hair over her ear and smiled warmly at him, making Gohan's heart skip a beat. He reached up to remove his helmet and his spiky hair instantly leaped up. Six long black bangs leaned lazily to the right, three bangs framing his face.

Momo's eyes sparkled when she saw his beautiful, dark eyes.

"H-Hi there, Creati. The Great Saiyaman is reporting for a debriefing one last time," he said in his classic heroic voice.

"UA High thanks you for your diligent service as always, Great Saiyaman," she said, holding her hands behind her back.

Her eyes, Gohan gulped. Just keep looking at her eyes…

"Yes… well, the pleasure was mine!" Gohan said. "Um, if that'll be all, then I'll see you again once the ferry arrives at the mainland."

"Actually," Momo said, bringing a finger to her chin and holding her elbow with the palm of her hand. "I asked Deku to stay with the students for the next three weeks."

"Really?" Gohan asked, raising an eyebrow. "What about you?"

"Taking a few days off. The students will be busy preparing for the School Festival, so there won't be much for me to do, anyways. Back when I was a First Year, if he wasn't working with Eri, Mister Aizawa basically napped throughout the week. Plus, I could use some time away for a while."

"That's great! So, are you planning on staying here in Nabu Island for a while?"

"Oh, no." Momo shook her head. "I'll be flying back to Tokyo tomorrow morning. Then after that, who knows? Probably take a few days to just stay in bed and relax."

"Oh, okay. Tomorrow morning, huh? Well, I'm not due back at the Agency until Monday. Wanna hang out or something? Unless you've got plans, I mean."

Momo smiled, drawing so close to Gohan that he could smell the sun on her skin. The hairs on the back of his neck straightened.

"Ohh," Momo sighed, staring into Gohan's eyes in a teasing manner. "I'm sure I can adjust my itinerary to accommodate some activities. Come with me."

"Where are we going?" Gohan asked, confused.

Momo blinked at him.

"You owe me a debrief, remember?"

(…)

The soft white sheets rustled rhythmically around Momo's bare hips. Straddled atop Gohan, with her legs wrapped around his waist, Momo breathlessly gripped the back of his hair in lustful bliss as Gohan ran his lips across her neck sweetly, his back against the pillows of the bed. Their naked bodies glistened in the moonlight as they melted onto each other, and before long, in a single moment, it was as if the world around them was ignited by the fire of their passion.

Afterwards, their breathing, which had been little more than short pants moments ago, had begun to slow down. Momo looked down at Gohan, her dark, glazed eyes glued onto his. She lovingly pressed her lips against his and wrapped her slender arms around his neck, enjoying the warmth of his hands caressing her back. Her long, raven hair brushed softly against Gohan's face and shoulders.

When Momo saw that her hair begun to tickle Gohan's nose, she giggled and tucked it behind her ear. She traced Gohan's jaw with her finger and leaned in to kiss him again.

"I love you so much, Gohan," she whispered in between kisses.

"I love you too, Momo," he whispered back, eyes closed.

It had been so long since the last time they'd been alone together and Momo had forgotten just how amazing it was to be held, to be kissed, to be caressed, to feel loved and desired and protected. Gohan was the only man who had ever made her feel this way.

Gohan, too, felt a swell of emotion. Momo's love was palpable and her companionship had helped heal the hole in his heart left by Videl's death. It was more than just the physical intimacy, which was fantastic, of course. Momo was also supportive, patient and loyal. She completed him. She was the woman he wanted to protect and spend the rest of his life with.

Momo slowly eased herself back down onto the bed and cuddled with Gohan, enjoying the feel of his scarred, muscular slim body. Gohan wrapped an arm around her shoulder and Momo rested her head on his bicep.

This was her favorite part of intimacy – just being close to Gohan and feeling his pulse against her ear. But something was different. Gohan would always stare into her eyes until they both fell asleep – or went another round. But this time, Gohan was staring up at the ceiling, deep in thought.

Momo chuckled.

"What's wrong, Love? Is something the matter?"

"Huh?" Gohan glanced at her, snapping out of his thoughts. "Oh, it's… nothing…"

"I know you, Gohan. We've been seeing each other for almost a year now," Momo said, smiling and reaching up to clear the matted bangs away from Gohan's eyes. "Is there something you want to talk about? What's on your mind?"

Gohan sighed and turned his head to face her.

His dark eyes were so full of indecision, full of doubt, full of hope…

"Momo…?"

"Yes?" Momo craned her neck to the side, her dark hair falling over her mouth and nose.

Gohan's eyes bounced around hers nervously.

"There's something I've been meaning to ask, but I just couldn't figure out how."

Wait! Momo gasped in realization. He's not going to ask what I think he's going to ask, right?!

"Will you…"

There it is! Momo's eyes widened and she clasped her hands over her mouth.

"…stay?" Gohan finished.

WHAT?!

"S-Stay?" Momo stammered, heart hammering against her chest, a bright red blush forming over her face.

"With me, I mean," Gohan said, staring at Momo, eyes shining with hope. "Maybe, instead of going back to Tokyo… you could stay with me and Pan?"

Momo's mouth dropped and she slapped her hands against her cheeks.

"Do you really mean that, Gohan?"

"I do," Gohan nodded, his eyes sparkling with the moonlight. "Momo, I love you. I want us to be a family some day, and I know that it hasn't been easy with Pan being the way she is, but I think that if you two spend time together, she'll come to love you the way I love you. She needs someone like you."

"Gohan…" Momo whispered.

"Yeah?" Gohan asked, eyes wide.

Momo smiled and pulled him into a sweet kiss.

"Nothing would make me happier," she promised.

(…)

Pan Son rested her chin on the palm of her left hand, fingers tapping rhythmically against her cheek as she wiped the blood running from her nose down to her chin with a tissue paper. Another student from a different class who was also awaiting his punishment stared at her, eyes wide.

Pan scoffed.
"You should've seen the other girls," she said, puffing her chest out.
"What other girls?" The boy asked.
"The ones sitting in the nurse's office," the girl beside Pan replied, shifting in her chair, her blue hair cascading over her shoulders, covering the growing blue bruise on her cheek.
"All seven of them," Pan said.

"S-Seven?!"

The door to the principal's conference room creaked open and the principal, a short, fat balding man with circular glasses poked his head out.

"Miss Bulla Briefs," he called out, his voice pure steel.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm comin'." Bulla heaved an annoyed sigh and pushed herself off the chair.

"Good luck," Pan croaked as her best friend strode confidently past her, arms folded in front of her chest.

"Puh-lease," Bulla huffed. "I've got this fat loser wrapped around my little finger. We're getting out of this one with a slap on the wrist. Just watch… Elias! My main man! Is that today's paper? I bet you do the crossword puzzles in ink, amirite?"

The door slammed closed and Pan sunk down in her chair. Feeling that the ladies working in the front office were staring at her, she chose to turn and stare out of the glass office, into the hallway where she and Bulla had just been fighting the bullies in their class.

"That's Pan Son," one of the office ladies whispered to the other. Adults were so stupid. For some reason, they always seemed to think that kids didn't have ears. "She's the granddaughter of Mister Satan, right? It's too bad about her mother."

"Wait, what happened to her mother?"
"What, you didn't know?"
"No, what?"
"Pan's mother was killed in a villain attack a few years ago."
"Oh, that's horrible!"
"I know…"
"But isn't her Dad the Great Saiyaman, one of Earth's Special Forces?"
"Yeah. Ironic, huh? He can save everyone, but not his wife."
"Poor girl. No wonder she keeps acting up. She needs a mamma in her life."

Suddenly, the doors to the principal's office swung open and Bulma Briefs stomped in, hands on her hips, her bright blue eyes wide with rage.

"Alright, where is she?" She growled.

"Miss Bulma!" Pan shouted, eyes filling with tears. Oh crap! Now we're really gonna get it!

"Mrs. Briefs!" The office ladies rose to their feet. "We weren't expecting you to arrive so promptly."

"Yeah, well I'm here. Where the hell are ya keeping my daughter?"

"Mama!" Bulla called, running out of the conference room into her mother's arms.

"Ugh, you! What are we gonna do with you, huh?" Bulma said, lovingly but sternly as she took a piece of tissue paper and wiped her daughter's face with it. "I told you, just because your father goes around punching people for a living doesn't mean you can."

"We didn't start the fight, Mama! I swear!" Bulla cried in protest. "It was them again. The bullies. They were making fun of Pan's mom. And when she stood up for herself, they ganged up on her. I jumped in to help. Luckily, they were a bunch of cowards and weaklings and fragile. We crushed them easily."

"Oh, you are so gonna get it when you get home, Young Lady," Bulma said angrily, but pulled her daughter into a tight hug. "But I'm just glad you didn't get hurt."

As Pan watched her best friend hugging her mother, her hands balled into fists and her head lowered. This wasn't the first time that Mrs. Briefs had to go pick them up for getting into a school fight. Every single time, Bulma would kneel down and clean her daughter's face. And after scolding her good, she would always hug Bulla tightly and tell her she needed to do better.

For the first time in a very long time, Pan longed for that.

Yes, she longed to have her face gently cleaned with a tissue paper after a fight, she longed to be held, to be listened to, to be consoled, to be loved, and yes, funnily enough, Pan even longed to be scolded.

She longed for a mother.

Pan's head lowered, her bangs falling over her eyes. She could no longer hold back the tears from flowing down her cheeks and her tiny shoulders began to heave in uncontrollable sobs.

"Mama…" she whispered, catching Bulla's attention.

"Pan?" Bulla asked, her deep blue eyes flashing with concern. She walked over to her and brought her into a tight hug.

Pan burried her face into her best friend's shoulder.

"I want… my… mama!" Pan cried.

"There, there Panny. It's going to be okay," Bulla said, stroking Pan's black hair gently. "Don't cry, because you're gonna make me cry!"

Bulma slowly rose to her feet, moved by the display of affection between the girls.

Pan needed nurturing.

Chi-Chi was loving, but overly strict and overprotective. Hercule was the complete opposite, never taking anything serious and way too playful. And Goku? He had a huge heart, but he wouldn't know what nurturing was if it hit him in the head. They were Pan's grandparents, after all.

Gohan was working most of the time, either for Deku's Hero Agency or as a professor at UA University. And although Bulma herself tried her best to be there for Pan, she just couldn't juggle raising two Saiyans and manage the family business AND raise someone else's kid, on top of it.

Because of their mighty Saiyan lineage, it was easy to forget that they were, in fact, little girls.

And little girls needed their moms.

Bulma sighed, turning to the principal behind her.

"They have a bullying problem. Fix this. Or else."

"Yes, Mrs. Briefs," the Principal nodded, obediently.

"You see? What'd I tell ya?" Bulla whispered, rubbing Pan's back. "Slap on the wrist."

Bulla's sobbing quieted down and she looked up at her friend with reddened eyes, doing her best to smile.

"Okay girls," Bulma said, taking their hands. "I'm not condoning violence nor encouraging what you did here today, but… who wants some Ice Cream?!"

"Yay!" The two girls cheered.