Well guys, I'm finally back with another chapter of this story! Apologies for it taking so long, projects and the like became harder than ever to deal with, with covid-19 forcing me to work from home for college work. This chapter was also supposed to be out almost a week ago, but sadly my internet just kept dipping through the floor and made it impossible to upload, I don't know why it's doing that, but it just is, so I decided to wait it off. Either way, if you don't know, this is the first of hopefully four chapters coming out this month, unless something else happens involving a college project that forces me to put much more time into it to make sure it gets done. If this does happen though, I'll be sure to let you all know in the author's note for the chapter after this one if the plan changes.

Also, thank you to all those who voted on my first poll, and unsurprisingly, Gohan came out the victor in a landslide.

Regardless of all that though, I hope you guys enjoy the chapter, even if it is on the shorter side. Just getting back into the groove is all, the next one will be longer for sure. I can promise you that.

A Saiyan's Prison Ride:

Chapter 11: Consequence.

"What the hell is your problem!" The bob-haired blond exclaimed angrily, lips peeled open, showing her gritted teeth adding to her ferocious scowl. "You've been acting off around me since yesterday, and it's really getting on my nerves!"

Averting his eyes away from her infuriated brown pools, the young demi-Saiyan rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. Still not entirely sure of what exactly to say to the girl.

Then again, what did he say to her, after what had happened?

"Don't look away from me!" She snapped, feeling her aggravation spike seeing him avert his gaze once more, as though he were ashamed to even look at her! "Seriously! What the heck is wrong with you?!"

What the heck was wrong with him? "I should be asking you that…"

"Huh? What was that?" Hana questioned somewhat aggressively, not fully hearing what the boy mumbled out.

Gohan sucked in a breath. There was no getting out of this without saying something, so it was better for him if he just did already. "I said, I should be asking you that, Hana-san."

"What are you talking about?" Hana scoffed, anger now mixing with incredulity. "What did I do?"

"What did you do?" Gohan finally turned back to look at her with his own form of incredulity. Surely she wasn't serious? "Have you forgotten what you did that quickly?"

"Forgotten what I did?" Hana's eyes narrowed. "Just what are you blathering on about? I haven't done anything wrong to you!"

"Done nothing wrong?" The boy repeated, in disbelief at what he'd just heard. "Hana, there's no way you forgot what happened between us two days ago…"

"What happened two days ago?" Hana blinked in confusion. Though it didn't take long for it to don on her what he was referring to. And when it did, that only made her even more confused. "You mean when we were in the bathhouse? I don't recall doing anything wrong to you there. All I remember was getting even with you."

"Getting even with me…?" Gohan stared at the bob-haired blond like she'd grown a second head. "Hana-san, please tell me you're joking."

Hana's brows furrowed at him. A deep frown painted on her face. "I'm not joking, Gohan. As far as I see it, we're even now." Was this really what had him acting so weird around her? He certainly hadn't been complaining once his pants were down and his penis was dangling in front of her face, or anything after for that matter, so she honestly couldn't see what his deal was here.

"Even? You went well past the point of getting even with me, Hana-san." Pointing his finger accusingly at the girl with a frown of his own, he continued. "I agreed," begrudgingly, he might add. "to let you see my penis." Both teens cheeks tinted red at the statement. God, it still felt bizarre even saying that, regardless of the fact it was true. "That was it. Nothing else. I never agreed to let you… let you… fondle it!"

"Eh?!" Hana's mouth fell open in surprise for a brief moment, cheeks now bursting with colour at his words. "T-That's why you're acting like this!? That doesn't make any sense!"

"Doesn't make any sense?" Splaying his arms out by his sides in a gesture of mounting disbelief, the half-breed had to hold himself back from raising his voice too much. "Hana-san, I never consented to letting you do whatever you did with my penis. You were completely out of line!"

An embarrassed scowl formed on the pretty blonde's features, the reminder of where she'd taken that scenario causing that bizarre feeling from before to well up inside as she leaned off the door and stepped forward. A defensive look in her eyes as her arms fell to her sides. "Out of line!? What are you talking about!?" Hands balling into fists, she glared at him openly. "You didn't seem to care at the time! If it bothers you this much, then why didn't say anything then, huh!?"

Gohan paused at that. Face scrunching up into a grimace.

There it was. The question he knew he'd have to deal with when this confrontation inevitably happened. The one that was the biggest reason as to why he was avoiding her so much beforehand, outside of the awkwardness itself left behind by the act itself.

A question that, quite frankly, he didn't have an answer for. Well, he did have an answer… but the problem was, he sincerely doubted she would buy it.

"Well?" The USC's secretary prodded confrontationally, going so far as to raise her arm up and jab her index finger into his chest. "You gonna tell me why? I'm waiting!"

Gohan could see the impatient look on her angered face and knew he had to come up with some explanation now. One that obviously omitted Ki and such, as there was no way he could feasibly get her to believe in what would essentially sound like mystical mumbo jumbo without showing her, which would effectively destroy any sort of chance he had at having a normal school life.

Or, at least a semblance of one anyway. A fully normal one was impossible given the insanity he'd already witnessed first-hand from not only his male cohorts, but from the USC, and by extension the school as well. Sure, he'd have to wait until the boys were released so that he could resign from the USC later on, but that was fine by him. So long as he got to that point, he could always just try to have the most normal school experience he could following the end of the other guys incarceration, with the others, or at the very least Kiyoshi, hopefully being able to control themselves and not do anything stupid. That's what he was hoping for after this mess was over with anyway.

If he had to show off some of his Ki powers here, even at just a basic level, he could kiss that goodbye. Call him paranoid, but he sincerely doubted Hana could keep quiet about it even if he did consider it. Just one wrong move and he could end up getting outed as a freak. No matter how ridiculous his short tenure here had been so far, he wasn't about to risk that happening, not after his mother had gotten him in here in the first place.

So, with that in mind, he attempted to give the best explanation he could think of. "Hana-san, Meiko-san said you were one of the top four karate master's in the inter-highschool championships, right?"

"Huh?" At that, Hana gave him another look of confusion, as she pulled her finger away from his chest, though her angered expression didn't subside. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"That makes you a martial artist then, like me."

"Is this going anywhere?" Pointing an annoyed gaze at him with her angry eyes, the blond crossed her arms beneath her chest once more. The news that he was a martial artist himself not coming as a surprise to her given his… impressive physique, but she failed to see what this had to do with the topic at hand. "Because right now, it looks like you're stalling."

"I'm not stalling Ha-"

"Then quit beating around the bush!" She snapped angrily with grit teeth, cutting him off before he could finish. "If you have something to say, then say it already and stop wasting time!"

Gohan's brow twitched in irritation at being cut off so rudely, but he let it go. She wasn't entirely wrong, after all. From her perspective, it would definitely appear like he was just dragging this on without anything to really say.

Time to get to the point. "Hana-san, have you practised in meditation?"

"Ugh!" The girl rolled her eyes at what she thought was another deflection, but decided to humour him just this once. "No, I haven't."

"Well, I have. I won't go into why, as you should know that much at least."

Yeah, she knew alright. Something about not being able to become a true master of your martial art until you'd mastered your own mind. Her teacher had said that to her before whilst she was competing.

Again though, the question still remained as to what any of that had to do with their current argument. "Your point being?"

"My point is, back during my training, my master taught me a technique involved with meditation. One that, if mastered, allows the user to essentially muffle their senses and shut themselves off from the outside world for the most part." So far, none of this was false, just omitting exactly who and what his teacher was, and the actual mechanics of how it works.

"Wait, wait, wait, muffle your senses?" A sceptical look was thrust his way, mixed in with an increasingly incredulous expression. "What kind of crap are you spouting now!?"

"It's the truth, Hana." Gohan remained firm, despite having to leave out key details. "When you had me show you my penis," Once again, it still felt so surreal even saying that. "I used that technique to help me deal with that situation, as I didn't feel comfortable having my privates get stared at. You asked me why I didn't speak up then? It's because I honestly didn't even know what was going on until the end when you…" The half-breed blushed again, as the image of Hana sat on the floor covered in his semen after she had coaxed it out of him rushing to his mind, before he swiped it away, not allowing such a depraved image to fester in his head. "well, you know what happened."

"You…" the girl shook at his explanation, hair shadowing over her eyes. "do you really expect me to believe that…?" Her teeth grit down harder, as her hands balled into fists within her crossed arms. "That has to be the biggest load of crap I've ever heard!" Eyes snapping into focus through the bangs of her hair, showing an unbridled fury rushing to the surface, as she suddenly lashed out with her arms, uncrossing them and latching on to the front of his uniform with her hands. The material wrinkling as it was crumpled up in her grip. Her body quickly closing what meagre distance existed before, almost touching up against as she pulled up on his shirt, glaring right up at him with her face mere inches from his own. "You just made all that up, didn't you!"

Gohan's eyes narrowed, but otherwise he was unmoved by Hana's current aggression. "I didn't make any of it up, Hana."

"Oh, sure you didn't." She replied, tone oozing with sarcasm. "You want to know what I think? You're just too much of a coward to admit that you actually enjoyed it."

"What!?" Genuine shock flew over Gohan's face at such an assertion.

"You heard me!" Hana continued unabated. "You're just like the other idiots on the inside! You didn't try to stop me then because you enjoyed it. You enjoyed feeling me play with it, just like any other boy, didn't you!" Hana's cheeks turned a darker shade of red as something crossed her mind. "I-In fact, I'll bet this was just a ploy! A ploy to get me away from the others so you could guilt me into doing it again!"

Wait, what!?

"Heh, that's what this is, isn't it? I think I get it now. It was all just an act to get me to bring you somewhere private, so you could have me play with your penis to get you off again, huh! You freaking pervert!"

Gohan, for a moment, was left speechless. What in the world…

She had the nerve still to call him the pervert!? After she had been the one to willingly, without prompting, step over the agreement they'd had and fondle his manhood of her own accord? After she had been the one to turn what was already a bizarre and awkward arrangement, into a lewd act right out of master Roshi's fantasies while he stood on standby without a clue, and she had the gall to say he was the pervert here?

Was this a joke? He could understand her not buying his explanation, and a small part of him could understand how she was coming to her own conclusions, but to be calling him the pervert in this situation, and accuse him of faking his awkwardness around her just so he could get her alone and guilt her into doing that again?

What in Dende's name was wrong with her?

"Hmph! Nothing to say, huh? Guess I hit the nail on the head, didn't I?" The bob-haired lass soldiered on, taking the boy's current silence as an admission of guilt. "Admit it, that's what this is about, isn't it?" Backing up a bit, she chanced a look down at his groin. Teeth subconsciously biting into her lower lip without her even realising, as the fresh memory of two days prior surfaced, where she brought him to release, and covered her in what she had come to realise some time after had been his semen.

And yet, even now after having realised that, the simple fact that for some reason the disgust she should've felt at that had never come hadn't crossed her mind at all.

"Hana-san."

"E-Eh!?" Said girl let out a small noise of surprise as she felt the boy's hands close down around her wrists with a strong grip. Her eyes shooting back up to his, where she saw him staring right into her brown pools with a far from amused gaze.

"Listen to me." He said, his voice sounding remarkably even after what he'd just been accused of, though there was an edge to it that caught the older girl's attention. "What I said to you before was the truth. Whether you choose to believe that or not is up to you. However…" The young man paused as he pulled her hands off of his uniform, eyes narrowing even more with a look of burning steel that the fellow USC member hadn't seen from him before. One that, as much as she wouldn't admit outwardly, made her feel intimidated. "That doesn't mean I'm just going to stand here and let you slander me like that! What gives you the right to call me a pervert when you're the one who did the deed in the first place! I never told you to do what you did, it was never a part of what I agreed to do, it was something you chose to do on your own!"

"B-But you-"

He cut her off quick. "And you have the nerve to tell me that my awkwardness around you was just some perverted ploy as well? Where do you get off claiming something like that? Believe it or not Hana-san, but not every guy on the planet is some depraved pervert!" The other guys, sans maybe Kiyoshi may be like that, but he sure as hell wasn't. And he didn't plan on ever being so either. "You want to know the real reason I was so awkward around you? It's because I wasn't certain how to interact with you after what you did. I wasn't sure how to talk to you and address what happened. Do you get that?" Because surprise, surprise, he never had to deal with something like that before, nor the foreign feelings that cropped up because of it.

For goodness sake, why did his life have to be so complicated?

Meanwhile, Hana had no choice but to stare right back into his eyes the entire time, and see the infuriated gleam held back by the half-breed under his steely gaze. But more than that, was the brutal honesty in them that she was forced to see. With each word he delivered coming along with a firm, unshakeable sincerity that you wouldn't hear from someone making stuff up and throwing out excuses…

"G-Get your hands off me!" She suddenly exclaimed, wrenching her hands free as Gohan allowed her to break his grip, before backing up further from the boy, levelling a sour glare on him that he didn't so much as bat an eye at.

What was this emotion she was beginning to feel? It felt like something was gnawing on her stomach from the inside… "Y-You… you…" The words never came. Whatever rebuttal she was trying to think up never came, her mind drawing blank then and there, as her gut started to twist and turn with an emotion that clawed at her. An emotion that she couldn't discern, but one she was quickly starting to hate as it only seemed to get worse with each passing second, the longer she was in his presence.

And it didn't take much longer for her to decide she'd had enough. "Tch!" Teeth grinding down so hard it was a wonder they didn't crack under the pressure, she swivelled on her heel and unlocked the door before swinging it open, the wooden frame smacking audibly into the wall of the stall as she stormed out of it and the building itself without another word. Face riddled with conflicting emotions.

Gohan simply stood back as she left in a huff, a sigh breaking past his lips as his shoulders sagged seconds later. Whatever anger he had been feeling himself dissolving as quick as it had come. "What is up with her…?"

Later… around night-time inside the girls bathhouse…

The sound of a lone running shower reverberated throughout the peacefully quiet room, a layer of steam shifting and flowing around a certain area, conjured up by the countless pellets of warm water pouring out of a singular showerhead. All of which fell upon the waiting form of the USC's president, who sat elegantly on her stool, allowing each drop to splash down on to her princess-like, silky black hair that reached down to her back, and her naked form. The warm cloud of steam formed from the shower almost enveloping around her figure like a blanket.

Sat before a mirror, it reflected the graceful girl's beauty that no boy or girl could ever deny. Her eyes shut for the moment as she basked in the warmth of those countless water droplets flowing out over her and cascading down her matted, wet hair, dripping down the temple of her regal, stunning features. Running down her neck like it was a race over her moistened fair skin, which was a perfect creamy white that held not even the tiniest of blemishes or imperfections. Inevitably reaching her exposed chest, where both of her arms had been bent at the elbow as she raised them up beneath the battering of watery pellets, slinking up around the underside of dampened snow-globes. Her dainty hands crossing to either side over her bosom as innumerable water droplets excitedly ran down the sides and front of her perky pair of E-cup breasts. Both of which taking on a near perfectly round tear-drop shape as they stuck out proudly on her chest, defying gravity all together as they refused to sag even a little bit despite their impressive size and not being held up by a bra. Dusty pink nipples standing erect atop those succulent mounds of flesh like ripe cherries over a delicious pair of ice-cream sundaes, right at the centre of equally as dusted pink areolas, roused up by the consistent battering of steamy water droplets against them.

The constant stream of water drops didn't stop there, running down the front of her lithe, curvy figure. Pouring down her slim waist and flat belly, and along the sides of her curvaceous hips, eventually running down to her lower body, dripping down her slender, sexy legs that bent down at the knee as her shapely rear sat cosily on the stool. Both long, pale legs brought close together as the soothing drops of moisture doused and skidded from her thicc thighs all the way down to her feet, glazing over her thin juicy peach that sat between each feminine leg at the same time.

"President, I'll wash your back for you." Called the calm voice of The USC's Vice-President from behind the school's most beautiful girl. Her oval-shaped glasses reflecting the image of her leader's pale lower back, and the tresses of her raven black hair dripping with water vapour flowing down to it. The bottom rim cutting off what could be seen just as it reached down to her derriere, with the smallest hint of her ass-crack showing.

As it happened, those glasses were the only thing she was still wearing, having stripped down to join her illustrious president, putting her full hour glass figure on display. Something which would have all the boys imprisoned crying in despair at not being able to witness her in her naked glory themselves, given how drop-dead sexy she was when clothed. Her gigantic gazongas no longer held in by her opened uniform, jutting out proudly from her chest in all their majesty, each being the size of a fully grown watermelon. Like her colleague and friend's comparatively modest set, despite their enormous size, they maintained a startling level of perkiness and refused to sag even a millimetre over her chest. Nipples poking out over the peaks of her jaw-dropping K-cup boobies, surrounded by the small pink disks of her areolas. Her midriff bared alongside it, showing off her own flat stomach and cute belly button, supermodel-thin waist, and incredibly wide hips that would have just about every high-class model leering with jealousy.

Eyes opening up, Mari looked over her shoulder at the voluptuous form of her friend Meiko who stood at the ready behind her, waiting on her permission. "Thank you. Please do, Vice-President."

Meiko nodded her head in thanks before moving forward, the light motion being enough to make her exposed melons wobble like bowls full of jelly, with the plump mounds of her huge rump rising and falling with her small strides before she knelt down next to her friend's nude back as she moved her hair over her shoulder and out of the way.

"Incidentally," The bodacious warden began, her left arm rising up and slipping over the side of lily-white globe, making it jiggle like a sweet, gelatinous treat as she brought her hand up to her leader's back. "I understand that Yokozuna have attendants wash their backs," She continued rather evenly, as the palm of her hand pressed into the raven-haired beauty's back, before slowly gliding down the expanse of milky white skin inch by inch. Her wandering fingers reaching dangerously close to the seated dame's hind-quarters. "and their posteriors." She finished, as her finger tips were now grazing gently over the squished down flesh of the lass's left butt-cheek, with perhaps a little too much eagerness…

"Vice-President…" The girl turned her head to look behind her, staring right into her friend's eyes with an almost unreadable expression, but one that certainly didn't look all that pleased, which was enough to get the heavily-endowed young woman to halt in what she was doing. Mari held the grey-haired vixen's gaze for a brief moment, before closing her eyes as she turned away from her, and began rubbing one of her hands along the dampened skin of her arm with some liquid soap. "Have I put on that much weight? To Yokozuna-grade?"

"E-Eh!?" Meiko practically recoiled in shock at the insinuation, pulling her hand away from the girl's back in the process with a look of horror on her face. "N-No, no! I didn't mean it that way! Please excuse me!" She pleaded, not wanting her closest friend to think that she was insulting her by essentially calling her fat.

Mari simply raised her arm to the side, beckoning the bespectacled warden to wash it with her hands, which she readily made to do without question. "I apologize for having you oversee the boys throughout the weekend."

"Don't be absurd." The busty, grey-haired girl replied, calming down again as she began rubbing her hands along the sides of Mari's lithe arm, seeing as her president hadn't seemed to take her earlier blunder seriously. "However, are you sure about disobeying the chairmen's orders, by making the prisoners work on their days off?"

Mari didn't so much as think even a second more on her answer before she replied back firmly. "It is only model prisoners that are given free time on the weekends. Since they are behind on their prison labours, there is no way they can be considered model prisoners."

"You are absolutely right." Meiko agreed, as her constant rubbing along the girl's arm produced a fair amount of suds, which dripped down over her humongous hooters, soaking them in bubbling, soapy liquid. Making them look all the more like delectable dairy desserts that most men would kill to get a taste of before falling down near her waist in a sizeable cluster that oozed down the creamy skin of her taut belly. Pooling down closer to the sacred garden between her sublimely thicc thighs, which was already moist from the copious amount of steam and vapour circulating around them.

"You know, when I think about how those peeping toms could be released into the wild within a few weeks, I become deeply concerned." Mari remarked, narrowing her regal eyes in displeasure at the mere chance of them being let go in the future.

"I understand, Madam President." Her buxom right-hand gal agreed once more. Knowing what such a day would bring should depraved roaches like them be set loose.

"Speaking of the boys, Vice-President, how are your efforts faring with our… newest member?" She asked, turning her gaze back to her associate curiously when she noticed her flinch.

"W-Well, it's uhm… going slower than I would've hoped." Meiko answered, looking away from her leader with a decent amount of shame. "My current efforts so far have proved… ineffective in drawing out his true, perverse nature."

"Is that so?" Mari was somewhat surprised at that, but didn't let it show. What she couldn't hide however was the tint of disappointment in her tone.

"H-However, I'm far from done!" She suddenly exclaimed, feeling not only embarrassment at her failure thus far, especially when hearing how disappointed Mari sounded at her, but also at just how bad her blunder yesterday had truly been. If she got her wish, then hopefully her President would never find out the fool she'd made of herself the other day. "He may have done well to evade me so far, but I'll be sure to step it up a notch from now on, and catch him out sooner or later." She professed with renewed confidence, slinking the fingers of one of her hands into the gaps of Mari's own, before lightly squeezing down in a supportive gesture as she looked back into her superior's eyes. "I promise you that, Madam President."

Now she just needed to figure out how she'd step it up…

Mari let a small smile out for a fleeting second over her luscious lips. "I'll take your word for it. See to it that you do." A frown returned to her face then as she thought of the boy her own father had made her bring in to the underground student council. "His presence within our ranks concerns me almost as much as those perverts lurking in the prison." Oh sure, he may have been pleasant so far, at least compared to the vermin inside of the prison, but she was no fool. Even if he acted different then the other boys, she hadn't a doubt in her mind he was the same as them on the inside. Just far better at hiding it, given by Meiko's own admission he'd managed to resist her thus far, which she knew the other five boys wouldn't be able to do.

Still, it was only a matter of time before he slipped up. No matter how good he was at hiding his perversion, it would leak through eventually and show just like with any other boy. She trusted in Meiko to see to that for her.

While her cohort was doing that, she was free to look up what she could on this 'Chichi' woman that her father had been sending a personal message to.

She didn't know why, but something about that unknown woman felt very off to her, and she didn't like it.

Whatever her association was with her father, she intended to find out soon, whether her father liked it or not…