Control Seat to Passenger Seat

Disclaimer: I don’t own Dragon ball Z or GT. Akira Toriyama does. This is fan fiction.

Now she adopted the role of comforter, swinging around to straddle her husband's lap and wrap arms and legs around him in a double embrace. Gohan relished the physical presence, and rubbed her back with his large strong hands. Videl felt something bulging under her crotch and smiled, knowing her plan of distraction was working. Both needed to find solace in one another, knowing Pan had to be entrusted to someone else, and it had been a long time. Slowly she shifted over his hips, rocking downwards on the enclosed erection. That erotic twinkle entered her eye and he slid down his hands to give her ass a squeeze.

“We shouldn’t feel guilty,” Gohan nodded and whispered.

Videl purred, “I recall a certain know it all told me its part of the bond remember? And in the wild, rutting does relieve stress…”

She slid his glasses up and brushed her lips over his. Gohan opened his lips slightly to let her in and they shared a hungry kiss. The need to reassure one another took feverish hold of them and they were soon hungrily devouring one another's mouths. Over the course of their marriage, they knew that part of the best way to relieve stress was by regular coupling. His fingers worked the buttons of her blouse while she broke off the kiss and tugged his shirt out of his pants.

Her husband towered over her significantly and Videl enjoyed the sensation of sitting atop his sculpted body he hid under those nerdy clothes. Both of them knew it was a deliberate attempt to camouflage his nature and she found it incredibly sexy anyhow to see him dressed up like that. Even more so than in his gi because it was a lovely fantasy to ‘seduce’ the tired professor. Reaching between them she unfastened his zipper and button. His hand walked down the small of her back to draw down the zip of her skirt. Then he grabbed a handful of her blouse and yanked either half back to reveal her black lacy bra.

She tossed her head back letting her long braid dangle at the sensation of his huge hands squeezing her breast through the silk. Gohan stood up, holding her legs around his waist so his pants dropped around his ankles and he could step out of them. He only let go of her long enough for her to peel his shirt off his arms one after the other. Soon only the cloth of her silk covered crotch separated her moistening womanhood from his hardened saiyanhood encased in soft cotton.

She swung her legs up, hooking her knees over his broad shoulders so she could hang while he supported her bottom. Only a second later her underwear and his were in shreds tossed aside with the rest of their discarded clothes. He needed no prompting to slip his fingers inside her and rub her exactly how she wanted. Once more he sat down, holding her in his lap.

Straddling his hips, she bent down to attack his mouth again while his hands found her curved ass and kneaded it. Simultaneously she reached to grab his shaft and stroke it till he could not stand it anymore. Then a confirming nod between them said they could not stand it any longer. Only a few practiced strokes could illicit a flood of moisture from her and make her more than ready to receive him, Gohan found. With a wicked grin she slid herself down him teasingly slow. He pretended to pout, and this drove her even wilder. A long time seemed to pass as he slid into her achingly slowly. The inward clench of her around him caused tingling to explode along his nerves.

He slammed up, surprising them both. Videl brought herself up, then back down. Gohan lay back, letting her press against his chest and ride his hard saiyanhood as much as she wanted. Moaning in pleasure he received every delicious clench of her muscles on him twitching deep each hard buck of his hips up. Hands grabbed up at her large breasts to rub and stimulate the nipples for added encouragement. Neither wanted to take their time, rather Videl spread up her bucking to a frenetic pace. Gohan released her breasts, enjoying the sight of them bouncing in synch to her movements.

The supernova exploded at the same time in the bases of their spines. Gohan’s cries merged with hers and they shuddered together.

A while later, Gohan rubbed his wife's bare back, loving the feel of her body keeping him warm. Under him, he felt the texture of the sofa on his own bared skin, and chuckled at the sight of their clothes strewn haphazardly across the living room. Her long hair spilled over his shoulder and chest as she pressed her breasts to his bared pecs. They were still intimately joined, Videl not wanting to leave the comfort that his body offered fused to hers. Although satisfied Gohan was still not completely spent as he shifted his hips slightly. This prompted a giggle from her and she lifted her face to look tired down at him.

“Insatiable. That's what you are,” Videl answered.

“Do you feel better now, sweetheart?” he asked softly, kissing her lips leisurely.

“Yes, but I can't help but wonder if there is anything we CAN do?”

“Stop worrying, Videl. And just do our best to continue as we can. She was bound to move out and on her own. We just didn't expect it would be in this manner,” Gohan frowned.

“It's worse than her being at college,” Videl mused. “But at least she has Trunks with her. That boy's almost as smart as you are!”

“That's what I'm afraid of,” Gohan grimaced. Videl saw the anger on his face, and kissed his wrinkled brow.

“Are you afraid our little girl is getting into OTHER trouble?” Videl asked. Gohan stammered, feeling embarrassment creep all over him. The blush that started on his cheeks now travelled down his entire body and caused Videl to giggle.

“You sure know how to kill a mood,” he huffed, pouting at her mirth.

“No I'm sorry honey. I didn't mean to put it like that. Look, you do trust our daughter to make good choices. And I know if Trunks knows what's good for him he'll…”

“Perhaps,” Gohan answered firmly. Again, suspicion arose when the pieces of the puzzle spun around and added up to a disturbing picture. However if there was any indication that things WERE going a certain way, he was sure that his father would have a major say in it if Trunks was acting foolishly.
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After Gohan and Videl untangled themselves they made their way into the shower. Gohan sat on the nearby back ledge, watching as his wife lathered soap down her back. He suppressed the urge to take her again, rather choosing to reach up and scrub her back with a natural sponge. Both spoke quietly about what Gohan had experienced.

"Gohan, could you communicate with Pan again since you did it once?" asked Videl, looking over one shoulder.

"I suppose I could try. But there's no guarantee she's in shape for another attempt," Gohan started, and then bit off his words. Videl sighed and Gohan wrapped his arms around her from behind. He pressed his pelvis to her butt, hoping to reassure her with his presence.

"Well why not try with your own dad?" Videl asked.

"Dear, you've got a definite point. But if he's occupied with helping them I don’t' want to distract him," Gohan shook his head.

"Well then why not ask Vegeta about those creatures?" Vide said, spinning around in his arms. She took the soap and rubbed his handsome chest. Gohan smiled fondly at his wife and mate. It seemed like a logical thing.

"Well I suppose it can't hurt. Information is always valuable. But I have to approach Vegeta in the right way," said Gohan quietly.

"Why not go spar with him? Give him the chance to kick your ass," Videl grinned. "I mean it always worked with us."

"Good point. And you could come with me?"

"Yes under the guise of visiting Bulma," said Videl. "And try and calm her down if she gets too worried. Too bad the communication's out."

"Yeah," Gohan murmured. "Thank you Honey. You really came through on this one."

Both of them shared a kiss, and then Videl stepped back. Gohan again pouted, then saw Videl's knowing wink. "Sweetheart I'm only pulling back because if you get going again we'll never get out of this shower!"

"How true," Gohan nodded, letting his wife finish washing off. Hastily he soaped himself down, as she slid the shower door open and exited. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her perfect ass and back, watching the droplets of water rolling down. Shaking his head he tried to focus on the matter at hand. Rutting was stress relief but the worry over their daughter quickly quashed any notions. Now was the time for action, what little they could do.

Even if nothing came of this, at least he'd know what Vegeta did. That is if Vegeta remembered out of the thousands of worlds he had purged over the time he served Freeza. Although Gohan loathed asking Vegeta, he knew Videl was right. Besides his own curiosity needed satiation. Quickly he finished rinsing off and turned off the shower. Gohan snatched a towel and wrapped it around his body. He took two steps over to where Videl was picking up the hairdryer and brush to tackle her long locks.

"Allow me," Gohan urged, stepping up. Videl had already wrapped a towel around herself, hitching it at the armpits. She turned when her husband gently placed hands on her shoulders and smiled.

"Gohan, what are you up to?"

"This," Gohan said with a mischievous grin. Ki surged over them both like a warm wave. Videl yelped in surprise as the water evaporated from her like steam and her hair started to dry.

"Gohan, easy does it! You don't want my hair to frizz!" she warned him.

"Just enough to leave it damp," Gohan nodded, narrowing the focus of his ki to only dry her skin and his, yet leave her hair still mostly wet. Videl turned and gave him a quick kiss after she set down the hairdryer. Then he followed his wife out of their en suite bathroom towards their closet. She had slid open the door, and started to rifle through racks of clothes while Gohan darted around her to search through the neatly folded piles.

"You probably should just go in your gi, sweetheart," Videl said, letting her towel drop. She slid a bra on, reaching around to snap the hooks.

"It won't take long to change," Gohan said, already working his way into a button up shirt.

"Gohan trust me. Vegeta wont' warm up to you if he thinks you’re the Professor. He wants you just as you are. As the guy who really beat Cell," Videl called over his shoulder. Gohan stopped and sighed.

"But Videl..."

"Think about it. He doesn't like the fact you've slacked off your training, remember," Videl reminded him. "And this is proof of it. And I've let you slack off too... and I'm sorry about that."

"Videl, I like my life as it is," Gohan grumbled, his brow furrowing cutely. Videl slipped on another blouse, reaching for a skirt to coordinate with it. After stepping into it she zipped it up and walked over to stand by her husband.

"Please honey, you can't hide from me. You know I'm right. Since when did I ever discourage you from doing what you wanted?" Videl asked him.

"Never," Gohan said softly, as Videl handed him an orange and blue bundle. He sighed, taking the garments in his hands hesitantly.

"And don't use your mom as an excuse, buster. If she gives you crap I'll kick her butt for you," Videl winked, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

"All right you win," Gohan sighed, letting his gi drop to the end of their bed. He reached for a weighted blue training shirt, hiking it over his head.

"That's my love," Videl smiled with pride. She cursed herself for not insisting he continue his training because she had become used to their life. It was all well and good for her to play superhero and let her husband be a quiet scholar. Yet she felt responsible for not pushing him to question his motives as complacently carrying out his mother's wishes.
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A short time later, Gohan and Videl landed in the front yard of the huge dome of Capsule. Bulma had expanded the complex in the many years she had taken over as CEO and Trunks as president. Naturally in his absence she had taken over, but he wasn’t surprised to see the door of a limo open and a green suited figure stepping out.

"Hello Bra!" Videl waved.

"Hi! What brings you two here? I haven't seen you in ages," Bra waved, striding up as her secretary carried a briefcase and coat. She snapped off her cell phone and regarded Gohan with a question in her eyes.

"I've come to spar with your dad," Gohan answered quickly.

"Hey, not my call," Bra waved her hands. "Videl, I see you like the new clothing line still."

"I wear it in good health," Videl smiled back, going over to hug the young heiress. She was smart in that two piece power suit, Gohan nodded. He gave her an embrace as well, kissing her cheek. The three of them walked towards Capsule, Videl and bra mostly chatting while Gohan led the way.

Once inside the main house bra excused herself and they were alone in the main sitting room. Only a few minutes later Bulma wandered in wearing her coveralls and hair in a disheveled mess. Seeing Gohan and Videl she rushed over.

"Oh what a surprise! It's been ages! You two holding up okay?"

"Hi Bulma," Gohan smiled fondly, hugging her. She was like an aunt to him, and Videl kissed her friend's cheek in greeting after a pleasant hug.

"Bulma we just thought we'd drop by. Gohan here thought..."

"I wanted to have a spar with Vegeta," Gohan said. Bulma blinked at him with a look of surprise.

"I'm sure you'll know where to find him..."

"Well well, this is a surprise," Vegeta's aristocratic voice interrupted. Gohan turned to see the prince himself wearing black spandex shorts and a towel draped around his neck. His body glistened with a sheen of sweat, and Gohan felt even though he towered head and shoulders over the other Saiyan he was still short.

"Vegeta," Gohan nodded to him.

"Coming to your senses, boy? It's been far too long. I won't hold back on you though," Vegeta grunted as he glanced at Gohan's training gi.

"Why don't we have some tea and catch up!" Bulma said as she grabbed Videl's arm and the two wandered off. Vegeta grunted, turning his back to Gohan and striking the other way. Gohan fell into step behind him without a second thought. He only stopped to glance at Videl giving him the thumbs up on the way out.

Following Vegeta he entered the vast gleaming metal space that was Vegeta’s enhanced GR. Bulma had constructed it before the Majin Buu affair and Vegeta had spent many a year training to his maximum level and beyond. Now he and Vegeta stood at some distance apart. He watched as Vegeta pulled on his blue spandex, then donned his armored breastplate. Then the Prince stood with one hand held before his head and the other behind him, body crouched and head facing slightly up.

“Now, fight me, Gohan. Earn the privilege to speak to me,” Vegeta taunted.

“how do you know why I’m here?”

“It’s written all over your face. Now…” Vegeta laughed. Suddenly he launched himself towards Gohan and the Mystic had to ward off the sudden rain of blows falling on him.

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A half hour later they were still assaulting one another at full force.

"Soaring dragon STRIKE!" Gohan shouted. Gold ki blazed around his form, and he streaked like a comet towards the levitating Vegeta.

"Gallet GUN!" Vegeta shouted, lightening wreathing around his form. Gohan dodged around the indigo beam, easily spiraling in a course to avoid it.

"HAAAAH!" Gohan growled, swinging around. His hand cocked back, tossing a small sphere of ki towards the prince. Vegeta then phased out, and appeared above the levitating Gohan. His fists rose up, as he dove and slammed a hammer blow towards Gohan.

Gohan dodged around, blocking the blow with crossed arms. He then swung up his knee to kick. They volleyed punches, neither getting close to the other. Gohan shot back, as Vegeta curled around himself and generated a sphere of ki radiating outwards.

Blue energies flared. Gohan squeezed his eyes shut, relying on his own ki sense instead to sense where Vegeta was. He then dropped to the ground, pressing his hand to his head. Vegeta's blasts peppered around him and Gohan blocked them with his other hand. Then he aimed his finger towards Vegeta, lightening crackling around his forehead.

"Special beam CANNON!" Gohan shouted. Vegeta blinked, not expecting such an attack but smirked at the attempt at novelty.

"Not good enough, Gohan," Vegeta snickered. His right fist shot out, followed by his left in a rapid succession, hurling small ki spheres like a machine gun volley. As Gohan's beam sizzled past them Vegeta then phased various places, hurling ki blasts left and right around the Mystical super Saiyan.

Gohan then phased out, and the two slammed blows into one another. Vegeta's glove only touched the demi's elbow and then the Prince was resorting to more energy attacks. Gohan marshaled his power, rather using physical blows instead. A flattened palm slammed toward Gohan's head and he ducked to the side. Caching Vegeta's knee he then whirled around and snapped the prince up. Then a blast sizzled up, which Vegeta narrowly knocked aside.

Still both knew the other was playing. "So Gohan, are you ready to stop this messing around and give me a real workout?"

"Depends Vegeta, on if you answer my questions or not?"

"This isn't a debate Gohan. Unless you think you can talk and fight at the same time. A challenge I find mildly amusing for a boring day," Vegeta answered.

"All right Vegeta, what do you know about the Quetzalcoatl..." Gohan asked, phasing out.

Vegeta's eyes widened and he exclaimed, "What?"

Gohan's elbow slammed into his back, knocking the prince towards the GR floor. Vegeta landed heavily on his feet, glaring up at Gohan as he spanned his arms out. Energy crackled around each gloved fist and Vegeta was wreathed in intense gold energy as he ascended.

"You do remember them don't you?" Gohan asked.

"Final..." Vegeta growled. Then bringing his palms together he hurled a blistering white hot ball towards him.

"I guess that's an answer of a kind," Gohan muttered, crossing his arms in front of his head. "MASENKOOO..."

"FLASH!" the Prince roared, his energy blasting in a tightly focused cone. Gohan's own beam thrust against it and caught the brunt of its force.

"Vegeta! Please you have to tell me what you know!" Gohan shouted.

"That's NONE of your business Gohan. How in hell do you even KNOW about that?" Vegeta growled angrily. His energy attack ceased and he glared angrily at Gohan.

"Because Pan told me, Vegeta. And she and Trunks are in danger because of it!" Gohan answered.

"That's ridiculous! No way had any of them survived!" Vegeta snapped, phasing close to Gohan. He backhanded the Saiyan, only to have Gohan grab his wrist tightly.

"Vegeta... Trunks is in danger! Listen to me!" Gohan shouted, twisting the Prince’s wrist around. Vegeta angrily snapped his arm and then followed through with a sharp kick to Gohan's gut.

Gohan slammed into the floor, rolling over. He brought up his hands to stop Vegeta's next blow and the two Saiyans glared menacingly at one another. Vegeta's hand crackled with energy as his other was caught by Gohan's hand pressed to his face. Then he dropped his Super Saiyan aura and released Gohan. He stepped back and glared at Gohan from a distance. . His gloved hand shot out, grabbing the front of Gohan's gi, before yanking the demi to his feet.

"All right you have my attention Gohan. Just how in the seven Hells did you hear about them, and what the fuck does it have to do with my son?" Vegeta demanded.

“Your past is coming back to haunt you, Vegeta. And Trunks is paying the price for it,” Gohan answered firmly. He showed no fear of Vegeta, rather a sadness and regret in his deep dark eyes. Ironically they were the same color as the Princes, but with a far different aspect.
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While the men dueled, Bulma and Videl had first visited Bulma’s lab to see her new inventions. Even though she was the CEO of capsule she still enjoyed tinkering in her spare time. Then they had returned to the kitchen. A partition divided the kitchen area from the breakfast table, where two mugs of hot coffee sat steaming away. Both of them sat opposite one another, Videl facing the kitchen division while Bulma sat with her back to it.

“I’m surprised to see you convinced Gohan to show up in gi at all. What did you do to twist his arm?” Bulma teased, sipping at her coffee. Both mugs and the ceramic carafe were decorated with small capsule corps logos. They matched the china plates set neatly before them. A bot floated in with trays laden with multiple éclairs and other tasty treats.

Videl swirled her mug, emblazoned with the ‘genius at work’ logo. “Would you believe a hot shower and some steamy sofa sex?”

“You two are so adorable even after 20 years,” Bulma giggled, reaching out to grab a creampuff from the bot’s tray.

“Well we try,” Videl answered. She glanced meaningfully up at Bulma, her blue eyes questioning and waiting for Bulma to ask.

“What was the real reason behind you guys dropping by?” Bulma asked.

“Well, Gohan said he heard Pan… and well…”

“Wait, HEARD PAN?” Bulma gurgled, pressing her hand before her mouth. Coffee dribbled down her chin and she grabbed a napkin Videl handed her.

“That was my reaction, Bulma. I know that Gohan worked on telepathy with her as a child, but I didn’t think it would work from so far away,” Videl said, dabbing her cheek.

“Maybe with mates… but not with father and daughter. And if so, why would Goku have heard it?” Bulma coughed, pounding her chest.

“Gohan explained it was because of his Kai training. That’s why he wanted to come ask Vegeta what he knew about a race of beings called…” Videl began to explain. Bulma leaned across the table, frantic.

They both continued to sip at fresh cups of coffee while Videl continued her account of Gohan’s experience. Bulma listened intently, only pausing to ask questions about Trunks involvement. Two empty sandwich plates soon sat in front of either woman, refilled twice by the house bots.

“So,” Bulma said, pouring darker brew from her carafe into her mug. “Trunks really got into it this time.”

“Gohan’s sure that they’re not in too much danger, with Goku. But still… its worse to know what’s going on then hearing nothing, you know,” Videl commented, holding her own mug out for Bulma to top off. She added 2 spoons of sugar to lighten her own brew. The spoon clinked lightly against the crockery as she stirred it.

“I’m just as worried as you are, Videl,” Bulma reached over to grasp her hand. “But don’t worry. Trunks will take good care of her.”

“Gohan said that. But I’m more worried about those poor aliens who were stupid enough to capture them,” Videl giggled.
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