Not An Exact Copy [Gohan x OC]

Ch. 38

NSFW Warning in the first italics! Skip if you don't read such things!

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Nachi groaned in distaste, lifting her head from its position of the moving ground as she brought her hand to her temple.

Rubbing at the spot gingerly, her eyes snapped open as she remembered the moving ground beneath her body where she rested.

Scrambling up to her knees, she huffed as she was brought back down from the heavy weight of the alien arm. Glaring weakly at the familiar paleness of said arm, she looked down at its owner as Gohan snored slightly, drool escaping from the corner of his lips.

Shaking her head, she looked around the room that she deemed was her own, spotting a few things lying around the ground that looked like they were pushed out of the way. Her brows furrowed as she couldn't recall much of what happened the night before, after Erasa had dropped her, Videl and Gohan off at Satan's residence.

From there, the couple had bid the inebriated girl farewell before leisurely flying through the sky and towards her room at Capsule Corps.

From there... her memory served to be a blank, and she growled to herself for her weak memory.

Not wanting to linger, Nachi lifted her lover's arm off her body, but gasped as she took her attire... er, lack of thereof.

She was still wearing the bathing suit from the night before, but the top of the material was ripped in the middle, exposing her chest. Her eyes widened further at the dark, bloomed purple and blue marks across her breasts, and she gathered the ripped material and held it up to her chest before she scurried into her bathroom and slammed the door shut, not caring whether that would wake Gohan or not.

"You've got to be kidding me," she hissed as she took in her appearance in the mirror adjorned to the sink. Aside from her breasts, there were littered marks across her collarbones and neck, and she turned side to side to make sure she couldn't find that mark. Finding no permanent bite mark, she sighed in relief but groaned to herself.

It was possible she could hide these with the usual high collared spandex she usually wears, but the scent all over here would most likely have her father on a frenzy into trying to murder Gohan.

She rubbed her head, trying to remember how this had all started. She was clearly far into intoxication that things were actually a blur for the girl, but she had to wonder if Gohan had the same marks as she did? She couldn't imagine herself not leaving anything if he did this to her.

Grinning smugly to herself, she'd see to it as she got rid of the useless scrap of material and turned towards the shower. Hopefully the scent of her shampoo and body wash would be enough to clear the air of her tainted scent.

By the time she was done, donning a sweatshirt and pair of shirts she had in her restroom cabinet, it seemed like her companion was starting to wake up.

She was drying her hair with the towel as she walked out, fresh and ready, when Gohan started to stir on the bed and he groaned, bringing a hand to his head. "Why is this headache so painful?" He grunted, sitting up and using his free arm to support himself on the bed.

"Perhaps for the fact that we got drunk last night," Nachi drawled out. She took amusement from the startled look in his posture, eyes bloodshot and wide directed on her. "Hmph, seems like you had a good rest regardless." She smirked as she brought her fingers to the side of her lips and swiped, indicating the trail of drool he left behind.

As he embarrassingly wiped it off, she took in the dark marks littered on his chest and neck. She huffed in triumph, leading to Gohan to send a questioning gaze on her. "Looks like I wasn't the only one to have purple blooming on my top half today."