Not An Exact Copy [Gohan x OC]

Ch. 37

Nachi sat back down, her own smirk crept to her lips. "Oh? Inviting your own lover to the beach with us? Do you plan on sneaking away to have a little rendezvous with him?" She wiggled her eyebrows and cackled when Videl tried reaching for her now, screaming out protests and insisting she did not see the country boy that way.

Erasa gave the ravenette a closed-eye smile. "You can stop denying your feelings now, Videl~ We all know you like him, and we aren't getting any younger! Why not just accept your feelings for Sencha?"

Videl growled and turned her nose in the air, and the girls could see the visible pinkness fluttering. "As if!"

"Sheesh, you're as stubborn as a mule," Nachi deadpanned. "Even I wasn't this bad when admitting my feelings to Gohan."

She snickered when the blue-eyed girl started retorting protests once more, and from the corner of her eye, she saw two familiar figures making their way towards their table. "You might want to calm down. The boys are heading this way."

Videl settled just as Sencha slid right next to her, charming smile in place as he leaned towards the ravenette. "Well hello, darlin'. You're lookin' extra beautiful today, might I say," he drawled, wiggling his eyebrows.

"This is what I usually wear," she deadpanned.

Nachi scoffed at how the girl's eyes shined at the compliment despite her response, but she didn't mention it. A pair of lips quickly pecked her cheek, accompanied with a, "Hello, love."

She turned her head towards the half-Saiyan, sending him a small smile with a verbal greeting of her own.

As far as Gohan and Nachi's relationship went, nothing had escalated in their relationship. They've only gone as far as making out; even their hands were kept at respectable places on each other, with Nachi's hands tangled in his hair or thrown across his shoulders and Gohan's hands kept at her waist or softly running across her back. That only occurred in the comfort of Nachi's bedroom, and when everyone was asleep, lest she had an angry Saiyan father on her hands to deal with. Gohan's home was too personal to do such things at, not to mention he shared a room with Goten. That would have been awkward.

It had taken the two some time to be comfortable with each other, going at their own pace with how the physical intimacy went. When it comes to public displays of affection, it only went as far as small pecks on the cheek, holding hands or when Gohan would want to hug Nachi outside of school before they went their separate ways to their homes.

Their relationship was smooth sailing as for now, and the only verbal spats they'd been through were usually playful or something small, such as the one time Gohan accidentally pulled on Nachi's tail to prevent his fall when he slipped on some object in her room. She had shrieked, startled from the foreign touch, then told him off to which he defended himself and both childishly sat across the edge of the bed, their backs facing each other without a word acknowledgement towards one another. That only lasted a good five minutes before Nachi angrily grumbled to herself and crawled over to the half-Saiyan, slotting herself on his lap and clinging to him like the monkey she was.

She never deemed herself as someone clingy, but then again, that is exactly what she would do around her father as a child 24/7. Hell, even to this day, she would sneak into his room and tuck herself under his blankets while he mumbled something incoherently. It always ended up with her and Trunks thrown across Vegeta's body in the middle of their sleep, with Vegeta huffing loudly and feebly shove his children off his sweaty body.

"So, what's this I hear about a beach outing?" Sencha piped in as he swiftly stole a French fry from Nachi's plate, ignoring her heated stare on the vermin who dared touch her food.