Not An Exact Copy [Gohan x OC]

Ch. 40

Gohan shifted in his sleep, nonchalantly trying to stretch his arm out but couldn't do so with the added weight.

Confused, he blearily blinked the sleep from his eyes and looked to his right. Seeing a slumbering and drooling Nachi on his arm with her limbs stuck to him like glue made the memories of what occurred the night before come rushing through his mind.

Blushing at the sight of their nude bodies beneath the sheets, he couldn't stop the small smile creeping his lips. He and Nachi were now mates, and though he didn't know the full details of what it meant, he knew he and the girl were bounded forever. Looking over to her sleeping form, he turned to his side and brushed her bangs to behind her ear. She only shifted a little before settling again, unconsciously cuddling closer to him.

He chuckled, planting a small kiss to her forehead before he carefully replaced his arm with the pillow beneath her head. With a little struggle from her attached limbs, he escaped the confines of her arms and legs before wrapping the blanket closer to her. She didn't stir, continuing with her sleep and clutching a pillow to replace his warm body.

Looking around the floor, he picked up his underwear, blushing when he remembered Nachi mocking his choice. Shaking his head, he slid them on along with the pants he had worn, then tugged on the shirt.

He looked over his shoulder, pondering his options on what he should do. He didn't think it'd leave a good impression of just leaving her there to wake alone especially after their night. But he also didn't know if her family came back home last night and didn't want to intrude on their time together. Plus, he still had to go back home to get Nachi's actual birthday present.

Biting his lip, he decided on going home quickly before returning with her gift so she can spend the day with her family. Tugging on his shoes, he quickly opened the door to her balcony and closed it gently behind him as to not to disturb her.

Gohan didn't even get to step one foot off the balcony when he felt a fist colliding with the side of his face. Caught off guard, he grunted as he was sent flying across the backyard, skidding across the dirt and grass.

"W-Wha—" He couldn't even finish that sentence either when a fist was thrusted into his abdomen. He choked, saliva flying out of his mouth as another fist against his jaw, sending him flying back once more.

Finally catching up with his body's instinct, he righted himself in the air and tensed. The air shifted slightly to his right, and he dodged the awaited fist aimed for the back of his head as he grabbed said fist. He flipped his attacker over his head, throwing them off guard but they recovered quickly as they stayed afloat a few feet away.

Gohan wasn't surprised as his calm gaze met one of bristling anger.

"You," the man growled. "How dare you!"

Gohan exhaled through his nose, holding his hands up in a surrendering position. "Now Vegeta, sir, there is no need for—"

"SHUT IT!" Vegeta barked, fists clenched and trembling at his sides. "Your placating words won't do nothing to change my mind! The gall of you to try and calm me down when you defiled my daughter!"

Gohan's cheeks reddened at the mentioned activity but he regained his composure. "I would never hurt her, Vegeta. It was consensual on both sides..."

Vegeta clicked his tongue, shaking his head. "I don't want to hear what you have to say on the matter! You can't weasel your way out of this one, Kakabrat. You will fight me!"

Gohan knew it was inevitable to try to change the man's mind. He knew it was the Saiyan custom to fight, but he'd rather not resort to violence. It has never been in his nature and that hadn't changed.