After the intimate night spent with Gohan, the pull between you two was magnetic, drawing you together like clockwork regardless of the setting—school, training sessions, studying, dinner—none of it mattered; you gravitated towards each other effortlessly. However, your closeness with Gohan didn't go unnoticed, especially by Videl, whose jealousy brewed vehemently.
Driven by envy, Videl plotted to thwart and disrupt your time with Gohan, setting out to sabotage your moments together. Her first attempt came during your free home economics period. To your surprise, the teacher reprimanded you for cooking without supervision, throwing you into confusion. Yet, Gohan, always supportive, assured you that he'd help prepare snacks either at his house or yours after school, offering solace amidst the unsettling incident.
Videl seethed at the sight of Gohan comforting you, fueling her resolve for her next sabotage: Gym class.
During your post-PE shower, Videl had intended to sabotage your clothes by dousing them in musky oil, ensuring you'd have to wear old, unpleasant garments for the day. However, her scheme backfired when you arrived in brand-new attire, courtesy of emergency capsules gifted by Bulma. Videl's shock and anger simmered as you entered the classroom unfazed, Gohan's smile amplifying your radiant disposition.
Undeterred by her previous failures, Videl forged ahead with her third sabotage—tampering with your class assignments after hours to affect your grades. The shock of receiving a B on a subject you knew well left you reeling, plagued with self-criticism. Yet again, Gohan's unwavering support uplifted you, gently pointing out the flaw in your paper, reassuring you that your answer was correct, albeit in the wrong sequence according to the teacher's preference.
Frustration mounting, Videl's simmering resentment bubbled over during lunch break. Grip tightening on her chopsticks, she glared at her untouched bowl of rice. Erasa, noticing her friend's distress, inquired about her well-being, only to receive Videl's growled response about Gohan's alleged infatuation with "that stupid girl." Angered and feeling rejected, Videl stormed off towards the school doors, leaving her friends bewildered at her jealousy and refusal to acknowledge Gohan's rejection.
As Videl grumbled and headed toward the staircase leading to the rooftop, she noticed the door ajar, a sign that someone else was already there. Muttering to herself, she halted upon hearing a faint noise echoing from just beyond her sight.
Videl, consumed by jealousy, couldn't resist peering through the door, only to be met with a scene that flustered and enraged her. She was struck by the sight of you and Gohan, sharing a moment of ease and laughter, indulging in snacks and casual conversation. But what truly shocked her were the magnificent wings sprouting from your back, visible as you wore a halter top.
Her shock soon transformed into boiling anger as she witnessed Gohan's affectionate gestures, planting kisses between your shoulder blades. The intensity of her frustration peaked when she witnessed the two of you embracing tenderly.
Unable to contain her rage any longer, Videl stormed out into the open, causing both you and Gohan to startle at her abrupt appearance.
However, in an unfathomable turn of events, Videl, driven by her overwhelming emotions, roughly shoved you towards the edge of the roof. The sudden force sent you teetering, and Gohan's horrified yell filled the air. But before you plummeted, panic etched across your face, your wings unfurled instinctively, halting your fall mid-air.
Shock gripped Videl as she watched your wings in action, momentarily forgetting the severity of her actions. However, the reality of her actions struck her hard as she observed you carefully ascend back to safety, floating up with an air of disbelief.
While Gohan rushed to check on you, concern etched deeply into his features, Videl finally made eye contact with him. The fury blazing in Gohan's eyes was palpable, reflecting his anger at her reckless behavior.
Videl staggered backward, trembling in the wake of Gohan's seething fury, the atmosphere around them growing tense and stifling. Gohan's eyes blazed with anger, his breaths turning ragged and heavy, the very air around him seeming charged as his hair shifted from black to a brilliant blonde hue. His fists clenched tightly in simmering rage.
Videl, caught in a moment of shock, couldn't articulate a single word, her mouth agape in disbelief.
Swiftly, you interposed yourself between Gohan and Videl, your wings unfurling to encircle both of you, shielding Gohan from view. With a gentle touch, you cupped Gohan's face, urging him to focus on you, your voice soft and soothing as you coaxed him to calm down. "Gohan, breathe. I'm safe, I promise. Listen to me, okay?" Each tender kiss you pressed against his face carried an air of love and reassurance, gradually coaxing Gohan's tumultuous emotions back to a state of serenity. His Saiyan traits began to recede as he settled back to his base form.
But the disturbance created by Videl's aggressive act had drawn attention from students who witnessed the near-fatal incident. They crowded around the fire exit, curiosity and concern etched on their faces.
As you retracted your wings, the attempt to conceal them came too late—the crowd had already caught sight of the unique appendages. Concealing your identity now seemed impossible.
Videl's actions had marred your high school journey, leading to a suspension and tarnishing your school record. This frustrated Gohan, ChiChi, and Bulma, but the principal deemed it necessary due to the turmoil among the students.
What aggravated you most was the twisted narrative that portrayed Videl's violence as one-sided protection for Gohan. Her version depicted you as a mythical harpy targeting Gohan, causing fear among students and earning you unjust suspicion. They hailed Gohan as fortunate to be saved by The Hero's Daughter, all based on Videl's ludicrous story.
The situation weighed heavily on you, but you encouraged Gohan to focus on his studies. His response surprised you, his grip on your arms firm as he proclaimed, "Y/N, you'll always be more important than my studies."
You offered a soft smile. "I know, but I want you to fulfill your dreams of being a scholar and Entomologist. I won't give up on my studies either, but for now, homeschooling seems best until things settle."
Gohan felt torn, anxious about your safety at home but recognizing the value of being away from the school chaos. However, the separation gnawed at him, knowing you might opt for a GED over a diploma.
Throughout the remaining school year, Gohan immersed himself in his studies, distancing himself from others except when necessary. He harbored intense animosity towards Videl, considering her responsible for the turmoil but unable to understand her obliviousness to her actions.
Videl's attempts to reconcile with Gohan failed, leaving her frustrated and attributing his rejection to you being a curse in his life.
For Gohan, the silver lining was you. He observed your academic growth through homeschooling and cherished the time spent studying together. While he felt guilty for not preventing your decision to leave high school, he admired your resilience and determination.
Upon graduating high school and successfully passing your GED, both you and Gohan celebrated being accepted into the same university, albeit with different classes. Your excitement was met with overwhelming enthusiasm from Gohan's mom, whose joy erupted like an atomic bomb of happiness.
In the midst of transitioning to university life and the imminent prospect of sharing dorms, you and Gohan found a precious window of two months to make up for lost time. Bulma, in her typical fashion, organized a lavish congratulatory party for both of you aboard a cruise ship. The venue was brimming with multiple buffet spreads, a range of drinks, and an array of games to enjoy.
Your gratitude overflowed as you thanked everyone, even catching Vegeta off guard with a warm hug before he grumbled and retreated to the food. Piccolo and Dende were present too, extending their congratulations to Gohan, who glowed with pride, his eyes softening whenever he glanced at you chatting animatedly with Bulma and ChiChi about the upcoming college journey.
Even Goku, not entirely understanding the allure of academia over fighting, offered his heartfelt congratulations, his happiness evident for both of you despite his confusion.
As the night deepened and the excitement continued unabated, you and Gohan sought a quiet respite within one of the ship's rooms. What began as a conversation gradually evolved into a serene and romantically charged ambiance, a private moment shared between the two of you away from the bustling celebration.
Bulma had gone to find the two of you as things were settling down now, everyone going to their own reserved rooms on the ship, wondering how you two were holding up. Once she found the room you two were in, she immediately smiled as she saw both of you relaxing together, offering a goodnight that you both reciprocated before the door closed behind her.
You and Gohan waited until you knew the ship had silenced with everyone else being asleep and such, before you both went to go shower together, engaging in a deep and loving intimacy that had you both shaking from the bliss and another quick shower afterwards.
As the morning hues painted the sky above the cruise ship, you and Gohan lay intertwined, the remnants of your intimate moments slowly fading away. A sense of contentment lingered in the air as you nestled your head on Gohan's shoulder, both of you basking in the afterglow, exchanging affectionate smiles that spoke volumes of your deep connection. For a little while longer, you reveled in the serenity of your togetherness.
When you finally stirred, dressing for the day ahead, a playful energy sparked between you and Gohan. His laughter blended with yours as he spun you around with playful ease before you both stepped out, following the tantalizing aroma of an extravagant breakfast.
Among the early risers, warm greetings were exchanged with smiles and laughter. Trunks and Goten's exuberance nearly knocked both of you off your feet, their enthusiasm infectious as you all settled in for a delightful breakfast. Fluffy waffles and crisply edged pancakes graced the table, setting the scene for cheerful banter and lighthearted conversations.
The skies, once a canvas of boundless freedom and joyous flight, now shrouded in ominous clouds, harbored an inexplicable sense of foreboding. You and Trunks engaged in playful aerial pursuit, dodging each other's sparring attacks amidst the celestial dance. Yet, a disquieting sensation began to gnaw at your senses, causing you to abruptly halt mid-air, scanning the skies with a cautious eye. Fluffy white and menacingly dark grey clouds played a disconcerting game of hide-and-seek with the sun, unsettling the serene atmosphere.
Trunks, puzzled by your abrupt shift in demeanor, flew over, his curiosity tinged with concern. "What's wrong? Why'd you stop?" he inquired, raising a quizzical brow. You fluttered your wings gently, attempting to maintain your position. "I... I'm not sure. But maybe it's best we head back home," you suggested with a tinge of uncertainty.
Trunks frowned, displaying his disappointment. "Aw, really? It's barely past three in the afternoon!" His protests were interrupted by a sudden sense of dread that gripped you. You glanced around frantically, your unease escalating, although Trunks failed to sense the impending danger. "Y/N?"
His surprise was evident when you abruptly lunged and pushed him away, but his shock escalated to terror as a blinding beam of light streaked towards you, accompanied by a deafening sonic boom. His desperate cry was swallowed by the sound as you began to plummet from the sky, a trail of ominous black smoke trailing from your battered wings.
In a split-second reaction, Trunks raced after you, determined to prevent your fall. But before he could reach you, a colossal net ensnared both of you, suspending you mid-air. Your damaged wings obscured his vision as they were cruelly ensnared, your unconscious form further alarming the young Saiyan.
"We got her!" a voice exclaimed triumphantly, initiating the reeling in of the net. Peering through the gaps in your wings, Trunks caught sight of a massive camouflaged ship amidst the clouds. Clad in attire reminiscent of cowboys and rogues, a few individuals plotted to sell what they believed to be a celestial being for a hefty profit on the black market.