Because some of you asked for a continuation, well... here it is.

It's a bit long... so I hope you don't get too bored halfway.

Although it doesn't have mature content, it is a bit 'steamy' at the beginning and some sexual implications are mentioned... so please have in mind your innocent eyes.

More A/N at the end of chapter.

Something woke Videl up but she was too overwhelmed with sleep to recognise what or who dared to wake her up... especially at this time in the morning. Although curious to know the exact time where such offence took place, sleepiness made her eyelids glue to each other impeding her from looking at the bright green alarm clock numbers. Still, it had to be early... her surroundings weren't that bright, so the sun wasn't properly up.

And then again, she felt the exact same thing that woke her up moments ago, followed by two muscular arms that embraced her midsection. She didn't mind that at all, and after all the years of sharing a bed with her husband, and daughter occasionally, she grew used to have someone beside her while she slept. Still, she wasn't a morning person, and no matter how much she appreciated a good pair of arms embracing her before she fell asleep, Videl had reserved opinions when such nice gesture was performed at the crazy hours in the morning, consequently waking her up.

Videl felt Gohan getting closer to her. She recognised his hard and warm chest on her back, with the proximity she felt him tightening his hold on her, without making an effort to be gentle enough not to wake her up. She knew he knew she was awake... but that wouldn't stop her from ignoring her husband's advances. He knew better than wake her up before the alarm clock buzzed.

She was all familiar with this little stunt that her husband pulled on her every so often. Now that sleep was slowly abandoning her, her senses started to kick in and with her husband's proximity she could now name what exactly poke…err... woke her up...

This was one of the things that they were not compatible at all... whereas Gohan was a morning person, Videl was a night owl... she barely could think in the morning, let alone all the other things that Gohan was more than willing to do.

Moments later, she felt the well-known kiss on her earlobe, pursued by his warm breathing on her ear which would normally tickle her. Again, she tried to ignore it, this time moving her arm to cover her ear in order to avoid the tingling sensation.

Gohan smiled. He knew she'd do that, still that wouldn't stop him from trying to get Videl's attention. Lowering his head slightly he kissed the nape of her neck.

"Videl..." she heard him call in a very low tone... if she wasn't so sleepy she'd kick him out of the bed. Why, why, WHY? Why did he have to do such things in the morning? Videl's reply consisted of a mere grunt.

Another kiss on the neck, and by the different texture she felt, she knew there was a bit of tongue this time... a nip, a gentle peck. A hand going up her gown, caressing her upper leg concentrating on her hip bone area...

"Videl..." Gohan repeated.

"Hmmm..." Videl moved her arm from her head to her hip, in order to stop Gohan's bold hand.

"Videl... I'm horny."

Videl wondered why she was the one who always got called blunt...

"Can't we do it tonight?"

"Tonight? Tonight we do it again."

"Gohan, it's..." Videl finally took an effort to look at the alarm clock on top of her bedside table, but her eyelids were still too heavy to allow her to look at the buzzer. "What time is it?"

"It's 6:30... we have time." Gohan responded, dividing his attention between his wife's collarbone and shoulder blade.

She emitted another grunt as she found out what was the time. "Time? Shower, dress Pan, cook breakfast... there's no time."

"But we have to get up in a bit anyway... we have time for a quickie." His hand nurtured her buttock, in circular motions. Videl could feel the contrast of his touch from when he passed his hand on her underwear to her skin directly. He continued minding his business with his mouth, blowing away some bothersome hair that fell in the curvature of her neck and shoulder. If it was something he learnt with the years, was which buttons to push whenever he wanted to put his wife in the mood.

"You know what time I went to bed last night?"

"Hmm Hmm."

"Then if you know, you should know I'm tired. How do you expect me to... Go-Gohan!" She gasped as she felt his cheeky hand attempting new grounds, abandoning her rear focusing now on her navel and its lower region.

"Come on... I'm the one doing all the work here." Gohan said as he raised himself slightly on his arm to have access to Videl's face. "Besides, we both know that once we start you..." he didn't finish the sentence as he decided to peck her cheek and then her lips.

Videl hated to admit that he was actually right. She felt his lips pecking hers again, and for the first time she gently kissed him back. Even if Videl didn't have her eyes open, she could perfectly picture Gohan smiling in a cute victorious way. He knew he'd won this one... as usual. "I still can't believe you woke me up..."

Videl's hand was no longer on Gohan's way as she decided to turn herself to face him, finally emulating his previous actions and hugging him. Pecks turned into passionate kisses, grunts turned into pleasant and soft moans.

Gohan's hands caressed Videl's lower back, going as far as her costal region until down to her hips, giving some extra attention to her gluteus. Videl was sure that if it wasn't for the hungry kisses, she'd probably be rocked back into sleep with Gohan's smooth caresses... the thought vanished from her mind as soon as she felt Gohan's hand groping her thigh, spreading her legs and rolling them in the mattress so he was on top of her.

Videl felt Gohan fidgeting with her knickers elastic; she didn't make his job any easier.

"Vi... come on lift your bum."

"No..." He charged on her neck again, applying some pressure with his hips.

"Videl..." she abided, groaning as she barely lifted her body which was still sluggish from the few hours that it was immobile while she slept. She didn't even raise an inch, but the lack of pressure on the mattress allowed him the manoeuvre. Besides, there was no need for Gohan to rip another pair of underpants...

Videl felt the more than familiar feeling in her tummy, that send her chills through her spines. Yes, Gohan was indeed right, as soon as they started she'd always end up enjoying it... moreover, like he said, he was the one doing all the job; she might as well enjoy it. Despite it being morning or not, she couldn't deny that the fact that her husband taking the initiative for anything of this nature turned her on immensely.

Besides... this wasn't such a bad way to wake up in the morning, was it?

Videl hummed a random tune that was on the radio. Although cleaning wasn't how she liked to spend her days off, someone had to do it, and she grew to find it quite therapeutical. Scrubbing thoroughly the table, her mind drifted from the evidence of Pan's crayons, to what tune was on the radio.

She enjoyed a bit of time for herself, she was always good with her own company since her youth. Now, the times where she had the house to herself were rare, and Videl always tried to make the most out of them... even if half of the times, she ended up cleaning after Pan's mess. Anyway, nothing could ruin her day, or so Videl thought... she had a great early morning with her husband, Pan woke up and got ready easily, breakfast tasted lovely. Videl felt happy.

After Gohan left for work, taking Pan with him, she thought that she'd just stay home and perhaps try to finish the book that she'd been reading for ages, but whenever she opened it, half a page was all her brain was able to assimilate before sleep took over.

Ironically, Videl had been the workaholic of the house lately... especially after her little arrangement with Gohan regarding his extra-hours at work; she was doing exactly what she asked Gohan not to a few months ago.

Videl enjoyed her work at the police station and despite not being in front of the guns anymore, she still felt useful to the community as her brains and degree were put at use at the investigative department. Still, there was a higher reason for her late shifts and overtime other than the fulfilment that her job brought her. Her partner at the station got injured and she simply had to deal with more work than she'd usually have to. Despite a substitute being provided, Videl preferred to take care of things by herself and disclosed not much to her the new temp... she liked to be on top of her own game, and she wasn't entirely sure of the new partner's credibility.

That's why she found cleaning therapeutical... while cleaning, work didn't cross her head not even once... not that she didn't enjoy working, but as any other job there are cons to all the pros. Instead, thoughts of how she wished Pan would stop accidently painting the table or what should she do on the next night out with Gohan would replace them all.

Despite Videl being overly busy at work, on the other hand Gohan kept his part of the deal and indeed stopped working as much as he used to, still the 'helping with the chores' part of the deal was not as faithfully accomplished, not because he opposed to it, but he'd simply forget or Videl just did it herself instead of nagging.

The couple managed to get this little routine where every once a week, either one of the grandparents would babysit for the night. Sometimes play dates/sleepovers would be arranged with Bulma; it was a common practice, as the girls despite their differences enjoyed playing with each other, resembling the attachment both Trunks and Goten had when they were kids. Both sets of parents would take turns, and whereas Bulma and Vegeta's quality time was mostly spent inside four bedroom walls, Gohan and Videl often ended up going downtown for a meal, or some other times they simply spent time together in the comfort of their home... and not just their bedroom.

In the grandparents' case, neither minded babysitting duties at all. Mr. Satan enjoyed his grandbaby's company, and as long as she didn't destroy anything nor kill any of his students in the gym, he was happy.

Chichi was more than pleased to help, as things at her home were way too quiet for her taste, especially as Goku left to train Uub, and Goten spent more time with Trunks and their school friends.

Pan started primary school recently and so far, and to both parents' surprise, the girl seemed to enjoy it and always came home with little tales to share. Somehow both Gohan and Videl were glad that their daughter was eager to go to school. They couldn't believe their eyes when on Pan's second day of school she was all ready before breakfast and all she wanted to do was pour daddy's boiling coffee down his throat so he could take her to school a.s.a.p.

Perhaps this eagerness to go to school, to play and have fun, reflected Goku's absence. Although Pan stopped mentioning her grandpa as much as she used to, she would often still express words of longing... perhaps playing with other kids helped her to overcome the lack of the biggest kid of them all training her, playing with her... spoiling her to bits. Both parents thought that this was perhaps a defence mechanism... but also were aware that probably she was just enjoying school for no ulterior reason.

Videl felt relieved... she was very scared that Pan would feel like a social outcast when she first joined pre-school. Despite Chichi's heavy critics, both Gohan and Videl decided that it should be better to introduce interaction with 'normal' kids when she was still young. Gohan certainly didn't want his daughter to feel the shock of going from over a decade of homeschooling, straight into high school and clueless on how to act or interact with everybody else. Although he didn't turn out that bad, they both agreed that a slightly different approach on Pan's upbringing would be less drastic to the girl.

Videl stopped the frenetic scrubbing on the table and after what seemed like an eternity, the bright red crayon smudge came out. She cleaned a few sweat drops with the back of her hand, and prepared to untie the knot of her bandana. Her hair was starting to get long again, and was at the stubborn length where ponytails didn't work and all the hair ended up getting in her eyes. Still, she restrained herself to use the bandana only at home. Whenever she went outside, she actually took an effort on combing her hair.

The phone rang, surprising her... she wasn't home that often during the mornings and usually when it was something important she'd be contacted via her cellphone. Intrigued about the caller's identity, she ran to the stereo to turn it off and quickly picked up her landline phone.

"Hello?"

"----"

"Yes." Videl preferred to keep it short... she hated this telemarketing annoying people who went through databases to get their names and numbers.

"----"

"Is everything alright?" Videl asked worriedly, apparently whomever was on the other side of the line wasn't trying to sell her anything.

"----"

"SHE WHAT?! I'll be right there!" Violently returning the phone to its hold, Videl almost ripped the bandana out of her head; some unlucky hairs who were stuck to the fabric followed the same fate. Not worried about the fact that she was wearing her sporty tracksuit bottoms and t-shirt... she had plans for a jog along the river after the encounter with the crayon mark. Videl hastily took hold of her capsules' box, keys, cellphone, banged them all in her small rucksack-like purse and took off to the skies.

Boring jogging was replaced by defying gravity, and way more amusing Bukujutsu.

So much for Videl's thought that nothing could ruin her day... She should be expecting it from the start, after all, all good things came to an end. Still, she was glad that at least she was lucky enough to enjoy a nice early morning with her husband... and the morning was running smoothly until the phone call.

Videl looked at her watch and wondered what she'd be doing right now, if she didn't have to make a detour to her daughter's school and spend half an hour apologising and bowing to every single teacher/tutor/parent/janitor/whosoever witnessed the incident caused by her daughter.

It was moments like these that she didn't mind her father's fame and recognition throughout the world... at least it saved her from explaining the whole truth to everyone.

By this time she'd probably finished her jogging session, probably would have worked out a bit... have a nice bath... read her book. But that was not on the schedule anymore and would have to be postponed until further notice.

At this moment, Videl was driving her capsule car... she decided that by travelling by a slower mean of transportation would give her more time to think about what to say to Pan, more time to study her next move... should she ground Pan, did she even deserve to be punished, if so what would be most appropriate? What would Gohan think, what would Chichi think... perhaps Chichi was right all along and Pan should never be together with normal kids.

Whoa! Now, where did that come from? Videl felt like slapping herself for the thought. There was no way she was going to let her mother-in-law win this one, besides Pan was normal... she just a few add-ons.

It broke her heart to see her little girl with her eyes puffy and red from all the crying... she wasn't sobbing anymore, but she still occasionally sniffed and rubbed her eyes with her sleeve. Videl didn't take long to get to Pan's school; when she arrived she found the girl sitting outside the principal's office, her little arms crossed in front of her chest and head hanging down. Surprisingly she wasn't crying, and Videl saw a look that she acknowledged as more of frustration...

As soon as Pan saw who was approaching the office, her whole attitude changed, the defying, frustrated manner vanished and was replaced by a scared and guiltless attitude. 'Mommy, I'm sorry he sto...' which was cut off by Videl's reply 'Son Pan, I'll deal with you on the way home'... and that was when Pan knew she was in trouble and starting crying her eyes out.

Videl felt bad for scaring her daughter with the threat... especially without listening to her side of the story, but if everything that the teacher said on the telephone was true, which knowing her daughter she wouldn't be surprised if it was, the threat of being scolded on the way home was nothing compared to the amount of apologies and explanations that the girl put the mother through.

"Pan."

"Mum?" the girl looked from her back seat to the car's interior rear view mirror. She could see her mother's big blue eyes... but nothing else.

"What did I tell you about hitting boys at school?" Videl tried her best to remain calm and not raise her voice too much... one of the things that Videl remembered of her mother was that whenever she was in trouble, her mother's calm voice were much more scarier than whenever she shouted at her. Hopefully the strategy would have the same effect on the younger generation.

"BUT I DIDN'T HIT HIM, I just pushed him!" Pan justified herself raising herself from the back seat, leaning forward to the space between the two front seats.

"Pan, sit back on your seat!"

"But Futtoi stole my sandwich." Pan pouted.

"Still... you had another two sandwiches, a rice cake and a yoghurt in your lunch box. There was no need to push him that hard!"

"I didn't push him too hard mum... I just pushed him." The girl pleaded to her mother.

Videl loudly sighed and for a moment shook her head. How would she explain to her extremely strong five-year-old that pushing a boy twice her size across her classroom, was pushing 'too hard'.

"Want to go feed the ducks?" Videl knew the question had confused her daughter as soon as she saw the girl frown her eyebrows.

"Ain't I in trouble?" the girl asked obviously confused.

"Oh yes you are... but first mommy needs to talk to daddy." Videl eyed the girl... and almost felt silly when she noticed the girl grinning when the word daddy was mentioned. Daddy's scolds were not as scary as mommy's, so Pan felt like she could get away with not much of a hassle.

"Mommy needs to talk to grandma Chichi as well." Videl inwards victoriously laughed when she saw the girl's terror expression. Who outsmarted who after all?

Gohan felt his cellphone vibrate on top of his desk. The desk was full of blue prints and charts on graph paper. There was also a lot of scrapped paper, some transformed into paper planes, some into mere irregular balls.

Before he would forget, he grabbed the cellphone to check who was trying to get hold of him. Uncountable were the times where he was so deep in thought with that he didn't get to his cellphone as soon as it buzzed, ending up forgetting that it even vibrated and then most certainly he'd get told off by Videl who pointed out what was the purpose of having a cellphone if he never picked it up.

This time it was a text message. Not many people texted him, so he wasn't surprised when Videl's name was displayed next to a flashing envelope. He was busy at work, and his mind wasn't as sharp like its normal self... he'd done silly mistakes and his thoughts kept drifting to other things but his job.

Perhaps all he needed was a break. Maybe exchanging a few text messages with his wife would help to put him back in track... or not. On second thought, that would depend on the content of the messages because the things his wife wrote sometimes would definitely make him even more distracted. He'd usually start looking at the clock every five minutes as well; counting down the time to get home. No, rephrase, counting down the time until Pan fell asleep.

He never got into trouble for fidgeting with his cellphone at work; it wasn't like Bulma would fire him for it. Bulma was a kind and unconventional boss. First of all she was practically family and saw Gohan growing up; besides, Gohan's brains turned out most useful for Capsule and his dedication was outstanding. As a matter of fact, Bulma was the one who frequently ended up kicking Gohan out of the lab because he was overdoing it... and as often she told him 'GO HOME NOW and no buts! I don't want Videl blaming me for you not being home!'. Bulma helped them a lot at the beginning of their lives together. She also used to give Videl some advice that she didn't feel comfortable asking Chichi.

Hun, no need to pick up Pan. I have her, we're feeding the ducks. She hit a boy at school, but don't worry, all is sorted. Call me when you can. V xx

Gohan's heart almost stopped. Without even breathing in between, he pressed the buttons on the cellphone so he could call the message the sender.

The waiting signal was soon replaced by Videl's voice.

"Hi Gohan."

"Videl, is Pan okay?"

"If you have to worry about anyone it's the poor boy who flew all the way through the classroom." Videl said, while ripping some grass with her hand. She was sitting at the park while Pan was throwing bits of bread to the floating ducks on the pond. Videl kept a close eye on the girl.

"Don't worry Gohan, she's fine. She cried for a while... apparently some boy stole her sandwich and she pushed him. So, she didn't hit him really... she just pushed him." Videl decided to continue, as sometimes he wouldn't get her attempts of humour.

Gohan on the other side of the line rested his head on his hand. "Who saw it?"

"Practically the entire school... but I got away with the she's Mr. Satan's granddaughter. People think he's been training her and that's why she's so strong."

Videl could hear what reminisced her of a relieved sigh from her husband. He knew that people would buy that explanation without even questioning it.

"Gohan?" Videl called, as her husband took longer than what was expected to answer.

"I'm here, sorry... it's just... I was kind of expecting something like this to happen, but I still don't know what we should do."

"I don't even know if we should punish her... I mean, I'd like her to learn the lesson and know that what she did was wrong... but in her mind she hasn't done anything wrong, as the boy was the one who stole her lunch." Videl pushed some grass too strongly and a huge lump of soil came up. She tried to put it back, disguising it so the patch wouldn't be noticeable.

"I know what you mean..." Gohan scratched his head with the pen that he meanwhile grabbed. "What do you think we should do? Should we ground her? No sparing, no games? Anything on those lines?"

"Actually, I think that the opposite would be better."

"Opposite?" Gohan asked now chewing on the exact same pen he scratched his scalp seconds before.

"I'll talk about it at dinner time. When will you finish? PAN! LEAVE THE SWAN ALONE!" Videl shouted at Pan who had caught an attention of an angry swan. Gohan, although not witnessing the scene, giggled at the though of Pan being mischievous.

"What is she doing?"

"She's dodging the attacks of the swan... now lemme go before our daughter throws a Kamehameha at the poor swan."

"Okay, I'll see you later." Gohan laughed at Videl's exaggeration and hung up.

He positioned the cellphone where it was before it first vibrated and looked down at his papers. One thought on his mind now, the fastest he'd concentrate, the earliest he'd be able to go home... Gohan welcomed formulas and equations to his thoughts, worries and headaches about what should be done to sort his kid out were put on second line. Besides, he was sure Videl had something up her sleeve as usual...

Traffic in West City was a nightmare so Gohan was relieved when the sight of green fields and high trees took over tall high buildings and other commuters like himself. That was one of the disadvantages of working in a big metropolis, and it being the base of Capsule Corp; there was no surprise that Bulma and her father's vehicles were used by pretty much every single soul that resided or commuted to the busy capital. Fortunately for Gohan, he was only stuck inside his jet until he was out of the masses' view.

As soon as it was "safe" he'd routinely get out of the vehicle in mid-air, press the buttons to capsulate it and flew himself home. Not only was it was faster and he'd get home in no time, but also he could chill for a bit and think. Flying brought him memories, some that he wasn't too fond, but most of them made him recollect good times that the feeling of the afternoon breeze hitting his cheeks reminded him.

Flying home was also where his creativity reached his peak, usually any ideas that popped in his mind would prove beneficial at work, but every so often they were also useful when the matter was the upbringing of his daughter. Creativity is a requirement when you're in charge of a 5-going-on-6 year old, ¼ saiyajin. Now that was challenging!

Gohan knew which routes to avoid: scare the crap out of her, threats, intensive studying session. What other things did his mother do to him that he didn't want to put Pan through?

Oh yeah... no sparring. Now there's something that always worked with Pan. Still, he really didn't like to ground her with that. Perhaps no TV, no cartoons... no games? Gohan would soon reach the conclusion that he was hopeless without Videl's wickedness on that department. He still wondered what she meant by 'opposite'.

It didn't take long for Gohan to spot his house; he could feel both his girls in there, though it wasn't unusual for them to be at his mother's house. Still, he kind of guessed that they wouldn't be over there, if he knew his wife as much as he thought he did, she'd probably be avoiding his mother right now. It wasn't in her best interest to have Chichi ranting about how 'right' she always is.

Gohan's feet landed on the green lawn and opened his little wooden gate making sure he closed it. The gate was purely esthetical; he never really understood why as they didn't get many visitors and the closest neighbours other than his mother and brother were dinosaurs and the surrounding fauna.

He opened his front door, dropping his outer coat on the coat holder, taking off his shoes switching to his house slippers.

"Hi Pan." He greeted the girl who was sitting on the table that he used himself to study.

"Hi daddy." Now that didn't sound like the enthusiastic greeting he was used to get. By the girl's tone she wasn't in a great mood. He wondered if it was purely because she was doing homework or if there was anything more to it...

"You're almost done with your homework?" He asked as he approached the girl, messing with her hair in a gentle manner. The girl pouted and shook her head.

"Mum told me to practice my Gs cause they look like Cs." The girl answered slowly, her hand supporting her chin. Gohan looked at the girl's notepad. He saw several lines of Gs... some more neat than the others. The first G of each line he recognised it as being Videl's handwriting...and by the looks of it, the girl had at least more 20 lines of Gs to practice. No wonder she wasn't very happy.

"Where's mommy?"

"Laundry...and after this hmph... she told me to... hmph..hmph..."

"Pan, stop chewing your pencil."

"Dad, I didn't hit Futtoi... I just pushed him! He stole my sandwich and, and..."

"Hey, hey!" Gohan interrupted Pan, the girl was gulping in an attempt to fight back emerging tears. Gohan always found amazing the resemblance between mother and daughter when it came to pride matters.

"It's not fair! My hand hurts from writing, and after this mum said that I need to put away my toys and that, that..." Gohan crouched so he could be at the same eye level.

"Mommy told me what happened... there's no need for crying." Gohan reached a tissue from the Kleenex box that was next to the bookcase "There, blow your nose. I know that you went to the park and feed the ducks after school." The girl nodded while hiding her face on the white tissue. "Now let's make a deal, you keep practicing those Gs nicely while I talk to mum." He kissed her forehead and went in search of his wife.

Videl shook a pair of heavy wet trousers, trying to shake away the creases caused by the spinning of washing machine.

"Pan isn't very pleased with you." She heard coming from the doorway to the small division that was used as a laundry.

"Well, she has reasons for it."

"If I didn't know any better I'd say it's mutual." Gohan approached Videl and gave her a quick peck. "Bad day?"

"You bet... that was a very crappy day off!" Videl said as she threw the folded article of clothing into a basket.

"I thought you didn't want to ground her."

"... I didn't ground her, I just told her to practice her letters... that would give me enough time until you get home." She informed in, a towel was her victim now. Gohan reached for a wet garment himself and helped his wife with the boring chore.

"I can't think of anything Videl... and she says she didn't hit the boy, she just pushed him... you should see her side."

"I am seeing her side!" Videl stopped so she focused all her attention on Gohan, what was he exactly trying to tell her? Videl put some thought into it, and how could she punish Pan for being who she is. She wasn't a hypocrite, especially because she always told her daughter to be herself... she just insisted/begged her to keep her brute force controlled. But the girl had her temper... and she knew how hard that could be sometimes.

"I am seeing her side and that's why I was waiting for you! YOU are going to start training her PROPERLY!"

"Wha-What? But don't you want her to be reprimanded for what she did at school? That's like treating her."

"Not sparing... I mean properly training her as in controlling her ki. Establishing a limit... teach her the maximum of energy she can apply into things. Know what I mean?" Gohan got rid of the shirt he was folding and scratched his forehead.

"Videl... even I can't properly do that."

"Well, I'm not asking for the impossible... I'm just asking for you to try. Besides, she'll find that type of training very boring... so that will be her 'punishment'." Videl approached Gohan, moving her hands caressing his chest. "We can't slack on her training... your dad never comes around and I think it's starting to rub on her."

Gohan's frowned slightly at the reference of his father, but he knew she was right.

"I think that our little girl has too much energy for our own good... I know she's probably too young to fit in what I'm saying, but if she gets rid of all her anger and frustrations at home... perhaps she wouldn't be as edgy and touchy in school? I know it sounds a bit farfetched but... you did notice that her attitude has changed since Goku left, and he isn't visiting every month like he promised."

"Yes, I know... you're right Videl." It was a fact that his father's absence affected Pan, Gohan just didn't know how much exactly. "Are we telling my mum about Pan's little incident?"

"Hell no!" Videl playfully smacked Gohan on the same spot that she was caressing just moments ago. "Well, eventually... just not now. I don't want to hear her telling me how putting Pan in school was a bad idea."

Gohan smiled, predicting Videl was always a little victory to him... women could be so, complicated. He gently pecked Videl's lips once more.

"MUM!!!" Pan's voice could be heard from the living room.

"I reckon she finished her Gs..." she smiled and repeated her husband's gesture.

"You should tell our daughter about her new training at dinner."

"Alright." It wasn't that Gohan had much of a choice... It wouldn't be that bad he thought, at least he was sure he wasn't as strict as Piccolo.

Ufff...

Poke... Woke... LOL, I'm lame laughing at my own jokes. Ah, and about Gohan's blunt advances... let's just say that marriage does that to you, lol. I miss being poked... er woken, woken up by my hub T_T

Also, I didn't mean that V/B had a boring sex life... I only wanted to point out that they are horny bunnies.

Moving on...

I know, I know... I use too many ...s. If you find some expressions and spelling awkward, please have in mind that not only I'm not a native English speaker but I live in England... so it's only normal for me to use UK spelling.

First I'd like to thank Makai-Alexa for all the brainstorming sessions and Kisa-kun for the motivation.

I'd also like to thank ShadowMajin for proof-reading this 'little' piece for me XD I'd bake you a cake if you lived around.

Please review, lemme know what you think of it, ideas, etc...

Take care,

~Nor