Not An Exact Copy [Gohan x OC]

Ch. 11

Year One

Vegeta had been pushing Nachi to her limit when it came to training. These Androids sounded more serious than Frieza and he couldn't afford dying again, and he especially wouldn't want his cub dying either.

Every now and then, the half-breed would show up by himself to train with his daughter outside the gravity room. He was told that Gohan didn't care much for the room but Vegeta blatantly reminded her he didn't care what he thought. So, on occasions when the children were looking for something to do other than waste time outside on measly exercises, he placed them in the room with him. The children could only maintain so much pressure on their backs so, much to the older Saiyan's displeasure, the two would leave much earlier than he did and spend their time elsewhere to rest.

On a day like this, the children were in Nachi's room. Gohan stared in awe at the spacious room. There were different plant types and flowers everywhere, giving the room an earthy aroma. They were put along shelves, some where the sunlight was directed at and others had a heating lamp to not die. He didn't know she was a... well... flowery type of person. He wanted to ask what's got her into them, but kept his mouth shut from getting a beating from the tempered Saiyan.

"So, what's it like in your household, now that your father is back?" Nachi questioned as she took a seat in her bed while Gohan took a seat in her rolling chair by her stationery.

"Things are good," he chirped happily. "Mom was pretty happy that dad was back! Although he's been training, he still sticks around for dinner and helps mom around the house with the heavy stuff."

"Huh, I expected Kakarot to be training every minute with how dire the situation in the future will be," Nachi murmured.

"It's okay, dad knows his limits!"

"I suppose..."

"So how are things with Bulma going?" Gohan questioned cautiously.

She stiffened, a low growl escaping her lips. "That woman..."

"What'd she do this time?"

"Gohan, I'm telling you, she's getting too close to daddy for my liking! It doesn't help that her and that scarface are having trouble in paradise," Nachi commented with a roll of her eyes.

"Eh? Yamcha and Bulma are having trouble in their relationship?" Gohan scratched his cheek with a frown.

"The other day, I heard her having screaming match with the wall and realized she was on the phone with him," she said. "Something about 'flirting with other girls' or 'having another woman behind her back.' I'm not sure what flirting is, but I do know that mates should stay monogamous and only have each other." She shrugged. "Atleast, that's what my mommy always told me and should not settle for anything less."

Gohan stayed quiet for a moment. "Say, Nachi... I know you never talk much about your mom, but... do you think you can tell me about her, again?" He stared into her eyes. "You gave me your happy memories of her on Namek, but you never really described her."

Nachi contemplated the idea in her head, but complied. "My mother... she was the prettiest woman I've ever seen. She was kind, and sweet, but she also had an attitude when she was around the late Saiyans on my daddy's side. She always teased daddy whenever she got the chance and he'd always pretend to be mad but then he would bring me and mommy into a hug." She tilted her head a bit. "She has my eyes, as you know, but she also has my hair. She had bangs, though. Her tail was the same color of mine... Hmm, I guess I can go on, but those are the most basic details of her." She stared at Gohan. "Perhaps, I will speak of her another time."