Gohan x Female!Reader (Answer)

You play with your glasses, scratching your head with your pencil’s eraser. This math was far too confusing. Calculus was not your friend in school. You didn’t really have any issues with your classes, but this particular section of math was kicking your ass up and down your house. Someone knocks on your room door and you lean back in the desk chair, hoping against hope that it isn’t Goten. Just because you were in college didn’t mean these teens didn’t bother you. Unfortunately for you, the gods thought it would be funny to mock you. Trunks and Goten come barging in, surprising you by not knocking your door off its hinges. “Can you two, for once, let me have peace and quiet? Go make out with each other or something! I don’t even care if it’s in my house just go to a different room!” You scream, patience already worn thin. The two of them had been together for barely a week before your woman’s intuition picked it up. Hell, you’d know they were into each other, as soon as they hit puberty. Trunks walks up to behind you, peering over your shoulder at your work, Goten to the side of him. He got a new piercing…interesting. “Where’s your little boy toy to help?” Trunks asks, tilting his head to the side.

“I dunno. Even if he were here, I wouldn’t bother him for help. I don’t need it.” Trunks gives you a disbelieving look.

“How long have you been on this problem?” He asks. Your silence tells him all he needs to know however. You mock-lunge for him, scaring him enough to make him fall over. But that obviously isn’t enough for him. “Oh c’mon. Stop being so stubborn and ask him for assistance. Dende, knows you need it.” Your canines show in your snarl before you tackle Trunks to the other, Goten standing on the sidelines as you proceed to try and strangle his boyfriend.

“(Name)? I’m home.” You sit up, still straddling Trunks lap, hands around his throat, but the grip is loose enough that he can breathe…well barely. Trunks looks down at your position and, despite efforts of doing the opposite, blushes slightly. Gohan comes in, loosening his tie but stops short, blinking at the situation. “I’m going to assume that Trunks said something stupid. If not, you know this is pedophilia right?” He asks, smirking at you. You glare daggers at him, leaping up and walking back to your desk. Trunks coughs and rubs his throat, Goten helping him up. Gohan leans over your shoulder, hand rubbing your back soothingly as he scans over your paper. “The answer’s actually pretty obvious. You’re over thinking it hon.” You smile at Gohan as he explains the problem and jot down the way he teaches you on a spare piece of notebook paper. There were the answers to one problem out of your way…now how would you get the trouble couple out of your house?