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Exiting his room, after getting washed and clothed in his regular purple Gi with his handbag around himself, Gohan is heading to go see and spend some time with his baby momma, Erasa. Yes, the very same blonde shorthair teen from his highschool, is carrying his baby. It all started by him going to his high school's party after their football team won the national championship. He went to be part of the celebration and it was Erasa who encouraged him to come, and just skip studying for one lousy night. The party was something to witness to be sure, but the firstborn of Goku never expected that there would be any drugs at the party. Beer, yes. Drugs, no. Specifically, edible baked goods.
Someone, who is hosting the party at his parents' party room, set trays of yummy baked goods made with 100% cannabis. Gohan and Erasa had gone from a couple to having too much of consuming the drugged goods, and the two were instantly high. So high that they were fucking each other in the guest bathroom and passed out throughout the whole night, after Goahn had released his warm seed into Erasa's wet vagina. Then days after the party, Erasa told Gohan that she is pregnant with his kid and the hybrid saiyan can not believe he is going to be a father. His mom, Chi Chi, was shocked and pissed at first but she shifted her attitude in making sure that he is around for his baby and being a good father that works. Chi Chi may have failed in preventing her son from doing something that he has no business doing outside of school, but damn it she is not going to let him be like his father.
"Morning, Mom. Morning Goten." Goahn greeted them once entering the dining room.
Chi Chi, eating a bowl of scrambled eggs mixed with fried rice, looked at her oldest child. "Good morning to you as well, Gohan."
"Morning, Big Brother!." Goten spoke through munching on his pancakes. "Are you going to see Erasa today?."
Gohan paused mid-step toward the front door, turning back toward his little brother with a sheepish grin. "Yeah, actually. I have got to see her and the unborn baby."
Chi Chi cleaned her mouth with her napkin and spoke. "Remember what I told you, Gohan. Find a suitable job to provide for my future grandchild and the mother. I refuse for that young girl to be on government assistance. Regardless of our current financial struggles, you don't see me providing our family with food stamps."
Gohan rubbed the back of his neck, feeling the weight of his mother's words settle on his shoulders like an old training gravity pulled weight from Hyperbolic Time Chamber. "I know, Mom. I've been checking job boards online. There's a construction crew hiring near Satan City...it is good pay if you don't mind heavy lifting." He flexed his arm unconsciously, the fabric of his gi tightening around his bicep. At least his Saiyan strength would make manual labor laughably easy.
"No." Chi Chi went to mess with her food. "That's not suitable. They don't pay you on rainy days. Keep searching for indoor work."
"Gotcha." Gohan nodded. "Do you have anything you want me to bring to Erasa, Mom?."
Chi Chi's chopsticks hovered over her plate as she considered the question. "Actually...yes. Wait here." She disappeared into the kitchen, returning moments later with a cloth-wrapped bundle that smelled faintly of ginger. "Homemade pregnancy tea. Tell her to steep it for seven minutes exactly. No more, no less."
"Understood. Bye, Mom. Bye, Goten." Gohan exited out of the house.
Chi Chi sat back down to resume eating her breakfast before glancing at Goten. "You better not make the same dumb choices as your brother when you get older!. Do you hear me?!."
Goten, being fearful, nodded. "Y...Yes, Mom!."
Chi Chi exhaled. "Good." Then she put a spoonful of her food into her mouth and ate with her eyes closed.
Gohan adjusted the strap of his satchel as he took flight toward Satan Cit, with the cloth bundle from his mother tucked securely inside. The morning sun cast long shadows across the landscape, and he found himself absently playing with the clouds, his mind drifting back to the conversation with Erasa just two days prior. About their new responsibilities and preparing to say goodbye to freedom and hello parenthood.
Gohan landed softly on Erasa's apartment balcony, his boots barely making a sound on the metal grating. Through the sliding glass door, he could see her curled up on her bed with a biology textbook balanced on her three month swollen stomach. She jumped when he tapped on the glass, then broke into a grin that made his chest tighten. Getting on the floor barefooted, she walked over to unlock the sliding door and let him inside.
"Morning, Gohan." Erasa kisses him on the lips before walking over to her black cushion chair and sits down before grabbing her book. "Did you eat today or did you fly over here?."
Gohan chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as he stepped fully inside. "I ate, don't worry. Mom would've skinned me alive if I skipped breakfast. I did a quick McDonald's run." He pulled the cloth bundle from his satchel and held it out. "She sent this for you. Homemade pregnancy tea. Steep for exactly seven minutes, apparently."
Erasa took the bundle with careful fingers, the scent of ginger and something earthy rising as she unfolded the cloth. "Your mom's still looking out for me, huh?." She traced the edge of the fabric with her thumb. "Even after...everything."
"She likes you and she knows that you have no idea there were drugs at the party." Gohan sat down on the bed. "How far are you on the Genetics subject?."
Erasa sighed, flipping a page in her textbook. "Honestly?. I'm drowning in Punnett squares. Who knew mixing hybrid alien DNA with human DNA would make genetics this complicated?." She tapped her stomach with a smile. "Our kid is going to have a monkey tail. Is that true?."
Gohan chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, maybe. Half-Saiyans are kind of unpredictable. Trunks didn’t get one, but Vegeta says there might be a chance. Guess we’ll find out." He scooted closer, peering at the textbook upside-down. "You know, I could help you with this. I mean, I did publish a paper on DNA hybridization when I was twelve."
"Mmm, no. No, I think I'm fine. I just need to just study." Erasa looks at him. "How's the job hunt going?."
Gohan exhaled through his nose, rolling his shoulders as he leaned back against Erasa's pillows. "Mom vetoed the construction gig. Says I need something with indoor work and steady pay. Which, fair." He tilted his head toward the textbook. "Actually, I've been thinking about tutoring. I helped Videl pass her finals last year, and word got around. Got three emails this week from parents asking about rates."
"Sounds good, but let's look at something else before we consider the tutoring option. My laptop is right on my nightstand." said Erasa, going back to reading her book.
Gohan reaches over to grab the portable computer and opens to go search on Google. "Let's see..."
He looked up multiple job openings that were pleasing for himself and his mother. Some of the jobs looked good but unfortunately he can not do them, since he doesn't have a specific skill for that job. He looked through the site and found something that he can do.
"There's a Personal Banker / Relationship Banker job opening at the Queen Dragon Bank." said Gohan, starting to read the details. "First entry level. Good benefits. And a thousand zeni hiring bonus."
Erasa glanced up from her textbook, one eyebrow arched. "Banking?. You?." She snorted, covering her mouth with her hand. "Gohan, you can barely remember to carry cash. How are you going to manage other people's money?."
Gohan scratched his cheek, grinning sheepishly. "Okay, fair point. But look. It says they provide full training. And hey, I helped Bulma organize the Capsule Corp financial reports last summer when she was short-staffed." He tapped the screen. "Plus, indoor work, steady pay, medical benefits. Mom would approve and Capsule Corp does bank there. It is perfect for me to provide for you and our baby."
Erasa leaned forward, her book forgotten as she studied the job listing over Gohan's shoulder. Her breath tickled his ear as it was warm and slightly sweet from the peppermint tea she'd been sipping earlier. "You'd really sit behind a desk all day?. Counting zeni?. It's the best fit for you, Gohan."
"Thanks." Gohan kisses her strongly.
Erasa melted into the kiss, her fingers tangling in Gohan's hair as the laptop slid forgotten onto the bed between them. When they finally pulled apart, she was breathless, cheeks flushed pink. "Okay," she whispered, pressing her forehead against his. "Banker Gohan has a nice ring to it."
A week after submitting an application and resume, Gohan is currently walking down the sidewalk in a nice clean all red suit with a white dress shirt and black tie. Getting help from Bulma, who hooked up with her family's tailor free of charge, Gohan spotted the super large bank with a large logo in front. The polished leather of Gohan's new dress shoes clicked against the marble steps of Queen Dragon Bank, each step making his stomach flip. He adjusted the unfamiliar tie for the twelfth time since leaving Capsule Corp, the silk strangling him more effectively than any Frieza Force soldier ever had. The glass doors slid open with a soft whoosh, revealing a lobby that smelled like lemon cleaner and expensive cologne. Walking towards the round service desk where four women were working quietly.
"Good Evening." Gohan started out. "I have a job interview appointment today."
"Name?." The lady with red hair asked when typing on her computer.
"Son Gohan." Gohan tells her.
"Have a seat over there with the others." She points in the direction.
Gohan nodded and followed the receptionist's gesture toward a row of plush chairs where three other applicants sat, all clutching folders and looking equally nervous. He settled into the seat farthest from the others, his Saiyan hearing picking up the rapid heartbeat of the young man beside him who kept muttering financial jargon under his breath. Gohan exhaled slowly, focusing on the steady hum of the bank's overhead lights. He refuses to leave the bank empty handed. He needed this job. He needed to secure the mother of their child and the child itself financially. The door to the interviewer opened and out came a short man with round glasses. He looked at his clipboard.
"Son Gohan?." He called.
Gohan stood up abruptly, nearly knocking over a potted plant beside his chair. "That's me," he said, smoothing down his suit jacket with palms that were suddenly slick with sweat. The short man adjusted his round glasses and gave Gohan an appraising look. The kind that Chi Chi used when deciding whether the dishes were properly scrubbed.
Entering the office before having a seat, the old man sat down at his desk and looked over his resume which wasn't much to go on before looking at Gohan.
"You're still attending Orange Star High School. You don't have advanced skills. Your only recommendation is Bulma Briefs. One of the lifelong members of our bank. Tell me, Gohan, why would you want to work and go to school at the same time?. Especially a job that is paying too well?." He asked.
Gohan met the interviewer's gaze, fingers tapping lightly against his knees. The office smelled faintly of leather and ink, the hum of the air conditioning unit vibrating through the chair. "Honestly, sir?." He exhaled, shoulders squaring. "I'm going to be a father soon. The mother, my current classmate, she's still in high school too. We made a mistake, but I won't let that mistake become her burden alone." His voice didn't waver, though his stomach twisted remembering Erasa's swollen ankles last week when she'd studied too long without moving.
"Accidental pregnancy?." The man looked intrigued. "How original."
Gohan's jaw tightened at the dismissive tone, but he forced his hands to relax. The leather chair creaked under his shifting weight as he leaned forward slightly. "Original or not, sir, the situation's real. And I'm here because this job offers stability. Something my..." He hesitated, fingers brushing the edge of his resume where Bulma's recommendation letter peeked out. "Something my family needs."
The man nods. "I see. Well... you do look honest and not one of those bastards who is trying to steal our money. How soon can you start?."
Gohan blinked, his fingers freezing mid-tap against his knees. The air conditioning vent above them rattled, blowing a strand of hair across his forehead that he didn't bother to push back. "Wait...seriously?." His voice cracked on the second syllable, and he cleared his throat hastily. "I mean, I can start immediately, sir. Tomorrow if..."
"Next week should be fine. It will be enough time for us to get you into the system." The old man started taking out a check and signing it. "Here's your sign on bonus. Welcome to the job."
Gohan stared at the check in his hands, the crisp paper feeling alien between his fingers. The ink was still slightly damp where the manager had signed a swirling signature that ended in a sharp flourish. The numbers printed in neat boxes made his throat tighten. 1000 Zeni. Enough for three months of Erasa's prenatal vitamins. After saying thank you, Gohan happily runs to the nearest jewelry store and picks out the biggest ring possible. Then he flew off to go find Erasa, who is with his mom at home, landed down and entered.
The front door slammed open with enough force to make the framed photos on Chi Chi's wall rattle. Erasa jumped where she sat at the kitchen table, nearly spilling her ginger tea, while Chi Chi didn't even flinch. Instead, she just kept kneading dough with those terrifyingly strong housewife hands.
Gohan stood in the doorway, his chest heaving, his hair slightly disheveled from flight. The midday sunlight streamed in behind him, casting his shadow long across the kitchen floor. His eyes locked onto Erasa, who blinked up at him with wide, startled eyes, a half-eaten cracker frozen halfway to her mouth. Chi Chi merely sighed, dusting flour from her hands before turning to face her eldest son with the practiced patience of a woman who had raised Saiyans.
"Mom. Erasa. I got the job!." Gohan spoke in pure joy.
"Really?!." Erasa gets up in excitement.
Chi Chi's hands stilled in the dough, smiled brightly. "That's wonderful news!."
Gohan crossed the kitchen in three strides, his dress shoes leaving dusty prints on Chi Chi's freshly mopped floor. He didn't seem to notice. No, his entire focus was on Erasa as he reached into his suit pocket with confidence. The jewelry box made a soft click when he opened it, revealing a ring with a diamond that caught the afternoon light and scattered prismatic flecks across Erasa's stunned face.
"Erasa, I want you. Not as the mother of my child. But as my wife. Will you marry me?." Gohan sees tears fall on her face.
Erasa's hands flew to her mouth, the cracker crumbling forgotten onto the floor. Her eyes flickered between the diamond's sparkle and Gohan's earnest face, her breath coming in shallow gasps that made the tea steam swirl wildly beside her. Chi Chi's flour-covered hands hovered mid-air, as she couldn't believe her son had the balls to ask a big question. The kitchen clock ticked three deafening seconds before Erasa launched herself forward with a force that nearly knocked Gohan backward, her arms locking around his neck so tightly his collar button popped off.
"Yes, I'll marry you!." Erasa says with a grin.
"Yes!." Gohan pulls back to place the ring on her finger. He looks at her. "It is a perfect fit."
Chi Chi wiped her flour-dusted hands on her apron with slow, deliberate motions. Her eyes flicked between her son's flushed face and Erasa's trembling fingers as the diamond caught the light. A strange expression crossed her face. Something between pride and the grim realization that her firstborn was truly grown now, making grown decisions with grown consequences. "Well," she said finally, her voice thick, "I suppose we'll need to plan a wedding before the baby comes."
Erasa snuggles into Gohan's chest with her eyes closed. "Indeed we do, Mrs. Son."
"We're way past Mrs. Son, Erasa." Chi Chi went over and placed her hand on his shoulder. "Call me mom. Okay?."
Erasa looks at her with warmth. "Okay...Mom."