A/N: ahaha! okay so this is my first story. Please be nice :)

Disclaimer: am i suppose to add this in here every time? oh well, i don't own DBZ.

Wrapped in her blanket, all snuggled and comfy, she lay on one of chairs sitting outside on her balcony. And she waited. She always waited. Every night. She was told not to, that she stay inside where its warm and get some rest…

But the stubborn don't listen.

So she waited. starring out over the city, lightened by the moon and the stars. Yes she was cold, it was cold, but as long as she stayed wrapped in the blanket that smelled like… like… grass, little bit of sweat, forest, and nature? As long as she stayed wrapped in that specific blanket then everything would be okay.

For about forty-five minutes she sat. Waiting and thinking. 'Maybe it won't happen,' she sighed sadly, disappointment pulling down on her face. She stood up, gave the city she loved and protected one last look before turning to her door to enter her room. She opened the door and stepped in. It was dark, quiet, and empty.

"Second week in a row!" Videl huffed in frustration. Ashamed of herself for thinking things would actually work. She unwrapped the blanket around her and threw it onto a chair next to her desk leaving her in a clearly oversized t-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts that obviously weren't hers. For some time now her and her friend - the word so bitter and displeasing to her taste - have been working towards a stronger relationship. Or at least she was. She wanted something more than to be just "friends" with special benefits attached. It was an unspoken deal made between them; overwhelmed with stress from having the burden of keeping the planet safe deeply implanted on his shoulders, and a mom who keeps his nose buried in the books, he would come to her, and she would relieve him of his stress. Temporarily taking him away from reality. And in return, he would take her away from the cruel reality she lived, the one where her father is worshiped for a false victory he claimed, the one where she pretends to be strong and tough, not fully experiencing what it's like to be a girl because every guy is either scared to cross her, or just doesn't see the femininity in her ready to be explored.

Don't get her wrong, she's not a girly girl. The type to spend loads of money on shoes and hand bags and get her nails done. No that's not her. She gets a kick, literally, out of taking down every guy in the training gym, punching a bag until the stuffing comes out of it, taking her body to its limits to see how far she can go. BUT, after all, she is still a human being, a girl at that. Ya know, with thoughts and feelings. Any guy who can't handle that, who can't handle her tough "kick-ass, no bull-shit" side, is just obviously not man enough or comfortable enough with himself. Let her be the first to tell you, there's not many of those kind around.

Except for him.

From the beginning he never seemed bothered by her need to be strong, if anything it drew him more to her. The feisty stubbornness in her. He saw a challenge. To this day she still can't quiet figure out what it is about her specifically that has him coming back, she is anxious to find out though. Then again, should she question such a thing?

From the very beginning questions developed in her head, but she never sought an answer on why things were the way they were between them. Things just, happened. He just "happened" to grab her, and hug her close to him up there at the look out after Buu's defeat. He seemed almost frantic, but relieved to know she's okay. She just happened to bust out in tears and call him all kinds of jerks. They just happened to share the most passionate kiss when nobody was looking, and that night when he took her home, they just happened to have the most passionate, desperate, relieved night of their life. All the overwhelmed feelings, the stress and panic that the day had brought on, was let go of and released in that one night. And after that, thats all it was. Release of built up tension. True, there was feelings, and relief, and passion in that one night, for just one night. False, that it went any further than that. After that it was just relief from stress.

Or so it seemed.

Night after night, like clock work he would come to her, and they would have sex. Good sex. Matter of fact, great sex! Pure bliss! He - Gohan - must of had a lot of stress built up, because of his frequent pop ups at night, and the desperation she sensed from him. Ever so delicate with her, but yet so demanding, and urgent. It was never sweet, just good.

She was so confused.

She loved to be in his arms every night, she enjoys the collaboration of their bodies together, the beautiful music they make when things happen. But, she needed more, in the beginning it was ok, and nobody would get hurt, and she was fine with that, submitting to the only thing in this world capable of having the power to make Videl Satan, daughter of Hercule Satan, act submissively. As time went on, she'd grown accustom and comfortable with this arrangement. Feeling stressed? Lets screw each others brains until all our problems went away.

If only it didn't get so complicated.

Nightly routine: kiss daddy goodnight, run upstairs to her room, change into a shirt he had left behind the night before, grab the blanket the always cuddled in after they finished "relieving stress", smelled just like him, and go sit on her balcony and wait for him. No more then ten minutes later he would arrive, landing softly in front of her. She would smile up at him and he would grin back at her.

"Father around?" he would ask cautiously looking around.

"No," she would chuckle "he's downstairs sleeping"

"Good," a sly grin creeping across his lips. he would pick her up from where she sits and carry her into her room and lay her onto the bed. "How was your day?" he would ask kicking off his shoes and coming out of his shirt.

"Eh.. same old stuff." she would respond. No kidding, this would happen every night.

She would proceed to ask him about his day. Always something new and interesting. Him and his dad and brother training all day, or how his mom would be upset because his dad hasn't been home in two days due to training, and they would argue all night about the boys keeping up with their studies. Nothing too serious supposedly.

But when the worlds dependent on you to keep it safe, and your torn between a father that is constantly pushing you to the extreme to be the best, and a mother who slamming a book in your face every chance she gets, you have a lot to stress about.

Some nights they talk for a long time before anything happens, and other nights it's straight to the point, they both know why he's here, no sense in beating around the bush.

Videl smiled to herself at that thought. They've been doing this for about four months now, so for them to beat around the bush should have been played out a long time ago. She sat on her bed and brought her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs sighing deeply before digging her forehead into her knees. Sometime within the past four months things went wrong. She found herself needing him to come to her, she would crave him, he would constantly flood her brain and she could think of nothing more than of Son Gohan. She became terribly addicted to his drug. Whats a girl to do when he's the only one that makes her feel like a girl, like its completely okay to want to train, but be held too. He never treated her like "one of the guys." He took his time with her, adored her body, wasn't intimidated or threatened by her muscular yet feminine form. He treated her like she should be treated. She knew everything there was possibly to know about him, and he the same for her. The only person she felt comfortable with.

Thats what went wrong, she fell in love.

Videl shot her head up and shook it vigorously.

What? Love? No way!

"I don't even know what we are to each other." He meant a lot to her, thats all she knew. Enough to sit outside in the cold night after night awaiting his arrival, enough to let him use her body, although she refused to believe thats all she meant to him.

Silly girl.

She stretched her legs out and threw the covers over her as she began to lay down, shaking the thoughts she didn't wan't to accept let alone think about from her head. Just as she got all comfortable and closed her eyes, she heard the faintest of taps come from her balcony door. Her eyes shot open and she turned to look, hoping, praying, it was him.

And it was.

He stood there, wearing is Gi uniform form when he fought Buu, one hand still pressed against the glass and the other waving to her. She couldn't believe her eyes. This is what she's been waiting for, but now that he's finally here she's at a loss of what to do. "Gohan…" she says as light as breath, just below a whisper.

"You gonna let me in?" he says through the glass, typical Son grin spread on his face. Without any further thought Videl hoped out the bed and found herself at the door in no time. Once there she contemplated on what to do. 'Stay calm girl, after all this is Gohan. The same guy you fell in love with.' Again with this love business. She mentally slapped herself for being so dramatic and opened the door for him. Before she could even get a word out, or another thought to process, he had her in his arms giving her the biggest embrace. Oh how she couldn't be mad at him forever.

"If i didn't no any better I'd say you've missed me." She said struggling to hold on to every ounce of strength and confidence, careful not to reveal how desperate she was.

He laughed and set her back down in her room, stepping in himself and closing the door behind him. 'Did he just laugh off my assumption?' How confused she was, but she was complicating things herself, nobody told her to think about what's going on between them.

"It's been a while, and i am happy to see you." Ok so maybe he did miss her.

No, no, no, you're getting ahead of yourself.

"It's been two weeks Gohan, what has been going on?" She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned to one hip, trying no to sound demanding, yet eager to know why she was kept waiting in the cold for two weeks.

"Training." he said bluntly.

"Training huh?" she almost wanted to slap the grin off his face for even saying such a word. How dare he keep her waiting, cold and alone, just so he can train! The nerve of him! Does he know who she is?

"Yeah, my dad once us in tip top shape for when we got to other world in a year to compete in there Martial Arts tournament."

There are some things in this world you just don't question. Things left unexplained. This was one of those things. She didn't want to understand why he wanted to go fight a bunch of dead guys, but she didn't want to either. She was just glad he's here now.

They made their way to the bed and sat, and for the next hour and a half he explained how his father, brother, Trunks, and Vegeta have been training non-stop for the past two-weeks. How he was left with the duty training the chibi's to become better fighters so that their fusion technique could be stronger. How his father put him under the pressure of becoming a super sayjin three.

"My thirst for battle is not as strong as his, i don't desire to be the best, but there's so much pressure on me for being "Goku's Boy." It's hard being the strongest man in the universe eldest son. So much expectation. I strive to be good, excellent, but not the best." he sighed as he laid back on the bed, hands resting under his head.

"Well what about Goten? He seems to enjoy fighting."

"Goten is the spitting image of my dad, personality and everything. But he too doesn't care to be the strongest. It's more of a game to him."

"I see." she laid down next to him, head resting on his shoulder, arm draped over his chest. Ever since she has first met Goten he always seemed so carfare and happy. Like a little innocent child. He was adorable.

As the night wore on they continued to talk, catching up over the past two weeks. Gohan went on to explain his fathers strict work out routine and how beating a whole bunch of dead guys wouldn't be easy because their bodies can with stand a lot more.

"How about you, how have you been?" he said switching the subject. She shrugged.

"Me? Um, well same old stuff i guess." He chuckled.

"Its always the same old stuff with you. Tell me what the same old stuff is."

She sat up right and looked down at him, almost surprised that he was doing more talking then…. well, you know. "Really?"

"Yeah sure." He rolled onto his side facing her, tucking one hand under his head and placing the other one just above her knee.

"Well, besides working out and training every morning, I've been to the mall a few times with Erasa, she wants to get me a dress to wear to some ball my father is throwing in a few weeks." Gohan laughed hard at her words, so hard he shook the bed. "What are you laughing at?" she demanded

"Sorry… It's just… you, in a dress?" he rolled back onto his back trying to stifle his laughter, sensing it was disturbing her.

"Yeah. So?" she huffed, face starting to pout.

"Nothing." he smirked. "I just don't see you as the dressy "go to the ball" type, thats all."

That was good enough for her, after all it was true, but still he deserves to be knocked over the head with a pillow.

"Ok ok it wasn't funny." he said throwing his hands up in defeat. She grinned slyly at him and set the pillow back next to his head. "Speaking of your father…." he trailed off, yawning

"He's down stairs sleeping."

"Oh" was his simple reply. He sat up and pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his bear chest. His broad, muscular and defined chest that videl wanted to rub her petite little hands across. He proceeded to throw his feet over the side of the bed and kick off his boots before turning to ask Videl where his favorite blanket was. "Its in the chair by the desk" she replied.

He yawned again before standing to get the blanket, Videl staring at him the whole time. "Im exhausted," he exclaimed as he yawned and stretched once more before laying back on the bed pulling video down onto his chest.

What? He just wants to sleep?

Without any further questioning she did exactly what he had physically asked her to do and laid down onto his chest, pulling the blanket over both of them. I guess so

Videls mind was racing, trying to understand everything that just happened. Not to long ago she was upset and hurt at him, upset he didn't come to her, messing up their routine. But when he finally came, all her anger had, vanished. Evaporated somehow. She shouldn't be to surprised though, after all he did have that effect on her. But thats beside the point. The point is that after two-weeks he casually shows up, and they have a casual conversation, just longer, and everything is just casual between them. Nothing too complex.

What the fuck is going on? Now he wants to lay here and sleep, instead of, doing that?

She became overwhelmed just thinking about it. No more thinking she decided. It causes too much stress. Wait, isn't that what he's for? Videl squeezed her eyelids together as she tried to calm her thoughts. This is what she wanted, to be with him. Now that she is there should be no complaints. She heard his soft breathing and felt his chest rise and sink at a steady paste. She shifted her head so that her chin rested on her chest and she can look at his face while he slept. His beautiful face. So peaceful while he slept, she felt safe in his arms, like he could protect her from anything.

"I love you, Son Gohan" she whispered as she kissed the corner of his mouth. She pulled away just in time to see the faintest of smiles hint across his lips.

She smiled to herself and laid her head back down. Who know's what the morning holds, but as of right now, she was content with the way things were.

A/N: Thoughts so far? Please share, no flames please and thanks!