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.
That is, until Vegeta started goading him.
The shorter man suddenly smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. "Feh. I always knew you were pathetic. Can't even finish what you started."
Gohan grew confused, tilting his head. "What do you mean?"
"Don't think I didn't forget about our fight before your father interfered."
Gohan's eyes grew cold, gritting his teeth to reign in his emotions. "That was when you killed your own daughter! You deserved that!"
Vegeta's lips were set to a grim line at the reminder, but he had to continue to goad the teen into fighting him. He wouldn't let him walk away for the sake of his own morals. "You can't look me in the eyes and tell me you still have pent up anger from the moment."
The Son boy didn't look at him in the eyes, opting to stare at the ground below them instead. His emotions were raw that day; the memory of her blank, half-lidded eyes looking at particularly nothing, blood dribbling from the corner of her lips, the gaping hole on her body...
He could feel himself getting worked up at the memory, trying to stay calm for his own sake. But the image was firmly planted into his mind, the desperation and agony in his voice as he called out her name when her last breath was taken.
Vegeta could immediately see the change in his demeanor, hardening his own gaze as the boy's energy rocketed from his body. Vegeta slowly resumed his signature fighting position, and Gohan's eyes hardened as he aimed his glared his way.
"Fine," the teen stated coolly. "Have it your way. Just so you know, you will not win."
Vegeta remembered this attitude when they were trying to defeat Buu, and it did nothing but amuse the man. He scoffed, staying in his base form for now. "Don't get cocky now, boy!"
With that said, Gohan phased to his side, delivering his knee to Vegeta's side, while Vegeta growled in pain as he used the knee to his advantage and leaned in, punching the teen at his cheek. Gohan clenched his jaw, driving his elbow into the other's man temple and sending him back to the ground.
Vegeta recovered before he could actually hit the ground, and he glared at the boy before he powered up into his first form without a word, the blonde tendrils swaying lightly from the energy surrounding the man.
He rushed forward and delivered a punch to the teen's abdomen, to which easily dodged. Gohan leapt back, using his hands to spin his body forward and throwing his foot under Vegeta's chin, having the man skid back towards the sky. Gohan followed, wordlessly as he drove his fists forward into his chest, making Vegeta choke out a gasp. Taking the momentum, Gohan carded his fingers together and brought his conjoined hands down the man's head, making him fly back towards the ground.
Vegeta had sensed something wrong with the way this boy was fighting, and as he recovered, he came to the realization.
Swishing around and glaring at the other Saiyan heatedly, he snarled out, "Are you not giving it your all, you despicable half-breed?!"
Gohan stared down at him, a small smirk playing at his lips. "I don't think you can handle me at my full power."
Vegeta, feeling humiliated, angered, and resentment all at once, let out a powerful shout towards the sky as his state of Super Saiyan ascended to its second stage, fists and teeth clenched tightly to the brink of breaking skin through his gloves and teeth breaking.
"YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS, KAKABRAAAT!"
...
Kitten licks at her nose made her face scrunch up, groaning slightly.
Her eyes opened sleepily, staring back into blue eyes who seemed displeased at the state of her being, but happy to see her awake. Kitty mewed, rubbing his wrinkly head against her neck.
Nachi huffed, amused at the feline as she scratched his back, purrs emitting from the cat's throat. "Spoiled little thing," she muttered.
Sitting up, her body protested as she sat up against the headboard, shivering from the cold air hitting her skin. She gathered the blanket up to her nude chest, looking around in confusion.
Nachi looked to the clock at her nightstand, eyes widening a bit when it glared back at her with the time; already past afternoon. She slept for longer than 12 hours.
Leisurely crawling off from her bed, she winced at the ache between her thighs. Gingerly gathering some clothes for a quick shower, she was about to make her way towards the bathroom when she heard the bluenette scream from outside.
Now on alert, she finally sensed the two power levels outside her room, the slight rumble of the house from the impacts of each hit.
Groaning loudly in annoyance, she forwent the shower and slipped on the t-shirt and sweats she had picked, shoving her feet in her boots before opening the door to the balcony and jumping from the edge.
Bulma shrieked as the frazzled teen joined her outside, along with Trunks who was animatedly watching the fight with stars in his eyes. "Hey, sis! Look at my dad and Gohan go!"
Nachi pursed her lips, her eyes following the movements easily as they exchanged blow for blow... Though, she couldn't help but see her old man tiring out quickly. It may not have been noticeable to her had she not trained with the man her whole life and know his tale tell signs of losing.
The shallow breaths, the slight strained brow in his usual scowling face, the way his jaw is clenched so tightly it might have chipped a tooth. From the winds blowing from each of their hits, she could barely hear the words they were exchanging, and she was never good at reading lips. She could only slightly pick up the dialogue between the two Saiyans.
"... Should have... man enough to fight me first...!"
"... Never wanted to... in the first place...!"
Gohan had sent several ki-blasts towards the prince, to which he deflected with flicks of his wrists and sent a larger one equipped with more energy in retaliation. Gohan quickly deflected the blast, but flinched when the ball made contact with his hand as it burned. He shook his hand out and jumped a farther distance, assuming a familiar pose with his hands tucked at the side of his waist.
"Kamehameha!" He shouted as he aimed the attack towards Vegeta, who frowned and put his own hands out to face the energy head on. The area was surrounded by a bright light as Gohan yelled out, pushing more of his energy into his wave as Vegeta yelled back. The wave proved to be too much for his hands to handle as it pushed him back, sending him flying through several trees and out of sight.
Gohan panted, the energy dispersing from his hands as he waited for Vegeta to come back. He knew it wouldn't be enough to take him down for the count, so he could only anticipate it would provoke him so he could tire him out.
"When will you two stop?!" The bluenette screamed at Gohan, who blinked upon seeing her down there with Trunks and Nachi. Bulma shook her head, placing her hands on her hips as she frowned at the hovering Saiyan. "Is this all really necessary? They're going to destroy our yard!"
"Unfortunately, it is very necessary," Nachi stated blandly. "Gohan was supposed to fight my father for my hand, you can say, before we could actually mate."
Bulma caught onto her words. "You mean...?" She gasped, staring at the girl with wide eyes.
Nachi nodded lightly. "It's why my father is so hell-bent on fighting him right now. He broke tradition and he's rightfully pissed. However, I can do without the fighting," she groaned. "Not because I think Gohan will lose... but daddy will be sour about the whole thing for months. It's inevitable, I suppose," she sighed.
Trunks scrunched his face. "Hey sis, what's mating?"
"Tch. Watch an animal documentary and find out yourself."
He let go of the subject quickly as they all heard Vegeta scream up to the skies, his form approaching Gohan only to stop a few feet away. An orb glowing into his palms as he raised his arms above his temple. Nachi knew what was coming, and she could do nothing but sit on the ground and lean back on her hands, watching the duo with a blank face.
Trunks sniffed as she got closer, almost gagging. "Ugh, you reek!"
"You tend to smell like a wet sock almost every day and you don't ever hear me complaining," she replied back instantly.
"H-Hey, I do not—!"
"FINAL FLASH!"
The three spectators were surrounded by a bright light, with Nachi instinctively pulling Bulma closer to the ground and shielding her away from any damage. She and Trunks would be okay, but the fight was a bit too close for a human like her to be witnessing. It reminded her how the woman would recklessly put herself into danger just to see a fight going on. Her lips curled up slightly at the thought.
As the rumble on the ground decreased and the light diminished, she let Bulma sit on her knees as they all anticipated the outcome from such a powerful attack. Nachi's heart beat increased at the thought; she knew Gohan would be able to handle the attack, but her father had probably put his all into it if he even resorted into using his signature move.
Perking up as the dust settled, her eyes first landed on the state of her mate, taking in the x-crossed arms of him deflecting the attack. His clothes were ruined, dirty with several holes and tears with blood seeping out from wounds of battle. His arms were scorched, bloodied but not severely so it wouldn't be any permanent damage to his skin. As he lowered his arms down slowly, she caught onto the wince in his features, as the skin was tender from handling the highly energized attack. Though from appearance he looked wounded, she can sense that his energy hasn't depleted and could probably take another powerful attack from her father if he called for it.
Once she was done evaluating her mate, she turned back to her father who was floating slightly above the grass terrain. His exhaustion was much more apparent now as he breathed heavily, his eyes half lidded as he poured most, if not all, his energy into that attack. Slightly staggering with his arms hanging limply at his sides, he landed on his feet and almost fell face first into the ground, but managed to hold himself up on one knee.
Exhaling sharply, he groaned, "How are you not on the ground? How are you still standing there, huh?" He sneered at the half-breed who looked at his form with an unrecognizable emotion. "I admit, you were high in strength when we last fought. You were able to keep up with me and my unlimited supply of energy... however, there is no way you could surpass me! So tell me, HOW?!" Vegeta barked out, shakily trying to stand up but failing to do so.
He hadn't anticipated this, however, he should have seen it coming. After all, this was the young adult who had joined his daughter into defeating Buu once and for all. Did that mean he was strongest Saiyan now? Did that mean that even his own cub surpassed him in strength? Sure, it had taken the combined efforts of the two of them, but they had to have been equal in strength to even consider to fuse perfectly.
These thoughts were rushing into his head one after another, and as he watched the half-breed approach him with small steps, he gave the half-breed one last weak glare before finally succumbing into an unconscious form.
Gohan gave the man a concerned gaze as he reached down, slinging one of Vegeta's arms around his shoulders. He felt the weight lift a bit and looked down, sending a small smile towards the short girl who had her father's other arm around her shoulders.
"Did... Did I do the right thing?" He questioned as they dragged the man's body towards the Corps home, heading straight towards the infirmary.
"He may sulk around for a few days... after all, it was a blow to his pride to lose to a half-breed, one from Kakarot no less," she mused. They reached one of the infirmary beds, placing him down. Nachi would have to wait for one of the nurses to come by as she didn't know how to set him up on an IV, but she did know how to disinfect and wrap bandages, so she went to work. "On top of that, in his eyes, you are stealing me away from him." She smirked.
Gohan ducked his head down, a bit sheepish. "I do wish all of this could have been avoided."
"Perks of falling in love with a Saiyan royal," she snorted as she bandaged her father's torso, arms and head in quick successions. "Now, sit down. Don't think I didn't catch your expression when daddy sent his final attack on you," she frowned.
Gohan chuckled, raising his hands in surrender as he sat on the edge of one of the patient beds, watching her fret around for the necessary tools. "Don't worry, Nach'. It'll probably sting for a couple of days, then I'll be as good as new!"
"Well, sit still for my sake of peace," she grumbled as she sprayed disinfectant on the wounded area of his forearms, then gingerly started wrapping the gauze around the skin. "... For the record, I am glad you won," she murmured.
He looked up at her, watching her face relax into a soft expression. "Even if you didn't, I would still be with you regardless. It would have disrespected my father, but... he did tell me when my heart wanted something, to aim for reaching it," she locked eyes with him. "It would have caused problems, but I wouldn't have regretted my actions. And I don't regret what we did last night. I meant every word of what I said."
Gohan smiled softly in her direction, placing a tender kiss to her temple, mumbling into her hair, "I don't either, my mate."
She gripped the hair at his nape, keeping him close to her and taking comfort in his scent.
This was certainly a memorable birthday for her, indeed.
...
The following weeks after, and Nachi was proven to be right after all.
Her dad was sulking, pride greatly bruised from losing to Gohan.
She thought he'd get over it quickly, considering that he should've seen it coming sooner or later.
She was wrong.
Whenever Nachi brought Gohan over, her daddy would make the most fiercest glare trained on the poor boy. He'd always glare whenever Gohan was over before then, but it seemed to be even worse than before.
Whenever Nachi mentioned she was heading over to the Son residence for dinner since either Chichi or Gohan invited her, he'd grow this look in which it looked like he swallowed several lemons and remained silent.
Just mentioning the half-breed's name in his vicinity and his mood took a 180.
It was getting ridiculous; her father was acting like a petulant child!
So, she did the only sensible thing she could do, and locked the three of them into the gravity room. She had Bulma keep it locked until she said to deactivate them, and to say Vegeta was none-too-pleased would be an understatement.
"You open this door now or suffer the consequences, wretched woman!" He barked into the air, Gohan nervously twiddling his thumbs and Nachi standing off with her arms crossed and a frown plastered on her face.
"Not with those insults!" The bluenette sniffed at him disdain into the video monitor, before she stuck her tongue out and pulled down an eyelid. "Neh!"
"Why you—!"
"DADDY!" Nachi yelled, effectively making the man freeze. "We are going to talk like adults and have a civil conversation in this room and no one is leaving until I say otherwise!" She huffed.
Bulma snickered with a sly grin. "Good luck with your civil talk!" She then cut off her connection, making Vegeta irritated before turning around and facing the other two in the room.
"What is this talk about that you need to lock me in here, with the half-breed no less?"
"That's exactly what I mean!" She groaned in frustration, pulling Gohan with her who stumbled at the unexpected strength. "Daddy, he did exactly what you expected of him! He may have done it backwards, but he beat you in that fight fair and square. You need to accept defeat and be on terms with Gohan." She glared at him.
Vegeta harrumphed, turning away with his nose in the air. "I do not have to do anything I don't want to."
Nachi shrieked, stomping her foot. "Why are you acting like this?! I know it hurts to have your pride damaged; but can you please take my feelings into consideration?"
When she saw his ear twitch, indicating he was listening to her words, she continued. "Daddy, one day I'm going to be marrying him." When he whirled around to argue, she held up a hand. "Yes, I am going to follow the Earth customs of marriage. We may be mated for life now, but it wouldn't be fair to Gohan's family to miss out on that experience. Miss Chichi doesn't understand the mating concept like we do and it would make her happy to see her eldest son being married. And... I think the tradition would be something wonderful to celebrate," she murmured, before shaking her head as she was going off topic.
"One day, I'm going to be a mother," she stressed, seeing Vegeta's eyes widen. "I don't want to play mediator between you and Gohan my whole life because your pride was at stake."
"If I may," Gohan cleared his throat. "I... love your daughter very much, Vegeta, sir. I would never do anything to hurt her, and I know you don't like me that much, if at all. But, I have always respected you despite your past actions, a-and I would like to be on friendly terms on you, even if it's just for Nachi's sake."
Vegeta stayed silent for a long pause, before he sighed. "... It's not as if I hate you, Kakabrat. Though I should." He locked his stern glare into his. "When you have a child of your own someday, you will understand that it is... difficult to seeing them grow up. I have raised Nachi on my own for 13 years now, and seeing her grow into someone I pride in; it's hard to let her go." He grumbled as he crossed his arms, turning his head away. "I suppose... I can let you into this... family." His head whipped back to capture Gohan's own stare. "If you so much as hurt a single hair on her tail, your death will be by my hands. Understand?" He growled.
Gohan nodded without hesitation, meeting the man's glare. "You have my word, sir." He held his hand out, which Vegeta eyed for a moment before meeting the appendage. Gohan fought back a wince as the man squeezed with little effort, a silent promise on his end of the deal.
Nachi sighed in relief, bringing the two men in her life into each of her arms. "Finally, I can catch a break from the tension. The testosterone battle was getting quite tiresome," she groaned, before speaking louder into the air. "Okay, Bulma, you can let us go now!"
Bulma did so, with Gohan saying his goodbyes to Nachi with a peck on her forehead and heading home. Nachi splayed herself onto the couch, the stress finally gone from her head as she sighed contently.
"Scoot over, brat," Vegeta gruffed as he pushed at her head. She growled, sitting up briefly so he can take a seat before she lifted his arm up and sneaked her way through. She placed her head on his chest, her cheek smooshed on the hard surface.
"It means a lot to me that you finally accepted him," she murmured, her tail curling up around his arm.
He clicked his tongue, stroking the furry appendage absentmindedly. "I wouldn't go that far," he grouched.
Nachi shrugged. "If it means no more useless glares every time his name was brought up, then it's enough."
It was silent, the two of them appreciating it when Vegeta questioned quietly. "Do.. Do you really see your future with him?"
She sat up a bit, looking at him warily. "Daddy—"
"This is not meant to be negatively," he stated. "I'm curious as to how you see your future planned out."
She settled once more, mulling the thoughts over her head. "Ah... I do see me and him living a long life."
"How many grandkids?" He mused.
"There's no telling," Nachi smiled softly. "As much as possible, I suppose. I already know Miss Chichi expects them from us."
He snorted. "That harpy has wanted children from you with her son for the longest."
She slapped him on the chest, though it was more of a tap. "Do not insult my... mother-in-law, is it? She has been nothing but kind to me since the day I met her all those years ago when we arrived on this planet."
"Easy for you to say. That woman has hated me from the start."
"Well, can't say it's without reason," she laughed.
He rolled his eyes, muttering, "I couldn't care less."
Nachi's laughter died down, before looking up at the man's onyx gaze. "How many grandchildren do you want anyways?"
Vegeta shrugged, looking away from her inquisitive stare. "It's not me who will be pushing those cubs out. I was there with your mother when she was in labor and giving birth... I commend any woman who has the ability to push out children. I had first-hand experience at the visual," he shuddered. "Though, repopulating the Saiyan race is always a nice feat in itself," he stated with a gleam in his eye.
Nachi shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Of course, you think of repopulating the Saiyan race and leave it all up to me."
"It's not all up to you to carry the royal blood down! After all, Trunks still has plenty of time!"
"Daddy—"
As Vegeta rambled more on about the repopulation of nonexistent Saiyan babies, she can hear the steady heartbeat in her ear, muting out his one-sided conversation. That, coupled with his petting of her own tail, she trailed off into dreamland. A pause, and she felt a slight pressure of his hand pressing into the side of her head, his grip ever so slightly tightening before he joined her into slumber.
Bulma walked into the scene, squealing quietly and taking plenty of photos to hang around the house.
...
Several months pass by, and everything was bliss.
Over the course of the months, Nachi and Gohan's relationship progressed as time passes by in each other's presence. Though she can't easily say those three words as easily as he can, she does tend to say it from time to time, especially during milestones in their relationships, which make it more special to Gohan.
School had started again, and it was amusing to see their friend, Sencha, confessing his love for Videl on a daily basis in public. It embarrassed the girl greatly, but she couldn't help but accept his affections each time he did. The country boy would have this glazed over look in his eyes whenever the ravenette sent a smile his way.
Soon, their little group would be graduating from OSHS. It would be a bittersweet memory, but it's not like Nachi wouldn't see her favorite couple ever again. She had heard from Gohan that Sencha was planning to propose to Videl on graduation day, which didn't surprise her in the least. If the male had his way, she'd been married to him the moment he laid eyes on her.
The high school had been irritating her regarding her own choice of occupation in the future. She never worked in her life, ever. Human jobs, anyways. She didn't think missions for Frieza counted.
Gohan had already chosen to follow what his mother wanted; a scholar, or more specifically, a professor. The thought of seeing her mate in the dull and boring outfits her own teachers wear made her snort, but if it was what he wanted, then who was she to judge?
She, however, didn't see this part into her future. She really didn't want to blend in to the human crowd and see their faces every day like Gohan would. Videl would most likely take over her father's dojo, or join the police academy. Either career choice would be a good fit for her. As for Sencha, he'd probably do something regarding agriculture.
Nachi was lost. She could work for Bulma in the lab, but she wasn't ever good regarding science and technology, so that was a no-go. Perhaps work as a nurse in the infirmary? No... that would be too much trouble and she'd probably do more harm than good on the humans.
Groaning, she dropped her head onto the table, startling the bluenette as she fixed herself a cup of coffee. "What's wrong, Nach'?"
Nachi crossed her arms on the table, laying her head down on them. "Orange Star has been hassling their students into choosing a career, and I, for the life of me, cannot think of a single thing to pursue. Surely, it isn't necessary, but... I don't want to spend my life fighting either, especially when there's no threat," she pouted to herself.
Bulma hummed, placing her coffee on the table before taking a seat across the girl. "Well, what about botany? I remembered your interest in our greenhouse as a child."
"Mm, that's more a hobby. I couldn't see myself doing that a career," she grumbled.
The bluenette tapped her chin, thinking. "Hm... A cook, perhaps? You do make good food!"
"I make the basics and only know how to roast something from my missions as a child," she deadpanned. "And it's usually to satisfy my own hunger."
Bulma's shoulders dropped, running a hand through her bangs. "Well, I'm not sure what else could be a perfect job for you. I would suggest something with children, since you seemed to instinctively know what to do with Trunks as a baby."
Nachi mulled it over. "Hm... children," she murmured.
She couldn't see herself being some local babysitter, seeing as they had no neighbors. However, perhaps she could work in some sort of organization or daycare that involves taking care of babies, toddlers; children in general.
She had always secretly held a soft spot for children; babies especially. Trunks had stolen her heart despite the bitter circumstances of his birth. Baby Goten was adorable even if he was just a mini-Kakarot when it came to looks. She hadn't met Marron when she was a baby, but she was a delight to see as a toddler.
Nachi placed a hand over the bluenette's across the table. "Bulma, I think you gave me an idea." She smiled. "Thank you."
Bulma stared at her, shocked for a moment before she smiled and placed her free hand on top of Nachi's. "Anytime, Nachi."
And that was the end of the discussion of Nachi's occupational life, and finally, it was the day of graduation. The day came quicker than she thought, but she couldn't complain.
She can complain of the damn graduation cap, growling at it refused to stay on her head from her thick mane. Annoyed, she decided to forgo the damned thing as she sat in her row, awaiting for her row to be called up.
Due to her registered name under Briefs, her name would come up much quicker than her group, with Gohan and Videl stuck in the S, and Sencha stuck in R.
The ceremony itself was boring and Nachi had to fight back a yawn. She just wanted to get this over with; Chichi had cooked meals for her and Gohan for the special occasion, and she was all for ditching this damn thing to eat already. Curse her impatience.
She noticed her row of students standing from their chairs, so she followed suit and walked along them, finally releasing the yawn she held back.
"How are you bored by this?" One of the students behind her asked, the girl's eyes sparkled with excitement. "I can't wait to go to college and live my best life!"
"Good for you," Nachi droned as she waited in line for her name to be called up.
The girl behind her talked to ear off up until Nachi finally heard, "Nachi Briefs!"
Hoots and hollers could be heard from the large group of people of the stadium; said group of people being the family friends and such. Nachi marched up to the stage and grabbed her diploma, nodding to the principal as she refused to touch his hand.
She even heard her brother yelling from his place, "That's my sister! GO NACH'!" with Goten following behind the boy.
Snorting, she shook her head and walked off stage, taking her place back into her assigned seat.
The ceremony droned on, her claps louder when Sencha, Videl and Gohan reached the stage. She's biased to say she clapped the loudest for Gohan.
The amusing highlight of the night was before the principal of the high school could end this speech, or start it for that matter, Sencha had ran up door, sans cap and gown zipped open, to confess his love for his darlin' once more. Only this time, Sencha followed suit with his promise and loudly proposed to the Satan girl in front of everyone. Nachi was mildly impressed he even went through with it, and she took great pleasure in seeing Videl's vermillion face before she meekly nodded. Sencha had yodeled into the microphone before the principal of Orange Star forcefully took the mic away, clearing his throat and dismissing what happened in the last five minutes like it didn't even happen.
Once the ceremony was over, Nachi made her way over to Gohan and he smiled brightly her way, immediately hugging her to his bulked form. "We did it, Nach'!"
She hummed, patting his arms. "Really, it's unfair to how you attended the school for only a year while I had to suffer the other two," she groaned.
Gohan laughed, pulling back and holding her by the shoulders. "I'm sure it wasn't all bad."
She rolled her eyes, muttering a whatever before she looked up at him. "So... Sencha's proposal." She smirked. "Did you know he would do it?"
The teen had the decency to look sheepish. "He did mention he was going to go through with it, yes. It was hard keeping that secret to myself!"
She snorted. "I bet. You're horrible at keeping secrets."
He laughed and she chuckled with him, before his laughed died down and he sent a warm smile at her. "You know... that'll be use one day."
Nachi tilted her head. "Hm?"
"Me, asking you to marry me. It'll happen soon, I promise," he reassured.
"I wasn't worried if it wouldn't," she smirked. "Just do not to pull that stunt Rivers did or I'll kill you."
Gohan laughed. "No promises!"
She sighed, dropping her head on his chest. "I suppose I'll have to deal with it when the time comes. After all, you're stuck with me forever."
Gohan pulled her closer, rubbing his nose against hers as he murmured, "I wouldn't have it any other way."