Author's Note: Well here we go again. GD copying another Hindi movie, for the third time. Can you blame me? It's sooo fun! (As if Bollywood doesn't copy Hollywood. shakes head) Okay, with that said… let's begin this thing!

Summary: They both had a dream of having their own big family but sometimes you don't get what you want. The story of why Pan is an only child. G/V

Disclaimer: The somewhat infamous Goku's Daughter does not own Dragonball—or anything related, unless if I bought it (and no, I haven't bought the show. I'm too poor). I also don't own the movie "Chori Chori Chupke Chupke". If you seen the movie starring the wonderful Rani Mukherjee, adorable Preity Zinta and…Salman Khan… DO NOT READ THIS. Unless you don't mind that is. Or if you know you're going to watch the movie, do not read this unless you want to be spoiled big time! The movie is pretty old though… Anyways, writing this is just for my amusement and to develop my writing abilities…since all I do in school is math and science stuff.

Under the Surface

Written—or as told—by the somewhat infamous Goku's Daughter

Chapter One: Feel Good

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Many things can make a person happy.

Beating the last level in the best and most difficult video game ever.

Getting a ninety-five percent average in school.

Receiving your first kiss from a boy you've been crushing on forever…

And then there are those bigger things. The things that just make you want to shout!

Winning the whopping thirty million in the lottery.

Coming first place in a Track event at the Olympics, receiving gold.

Marrying the love of your life…

Etcetera.
Videl slowly opened her eyes. For a moment she was completely unaware of her surroundings until she blinked twice, and then wiped away the sleep. At the same time, she got up, holding up the white sheet to cover her nude self. Then a large smile graced her lips.

At the moment she was in a very nice room. It wasn't hers though. It was a suite with blown-out, scented candles. The only light that she got was from the sun. The sunlight that made its way in through the tiny horizontal slits from the blinds. It was more than enough, considering it was well past eight and the sun was radiant and hot enough to wake up anybody, even if the blinds were pulled down. Well anybody except him.

Hercule's daughter smile soon morphed into a smirk. Gohan. Beside her he laid, sound asleep in perfect serenity. She touched his thick locks of black-coal hair, softly stroking it. Her small hand trailed downwards to his face. Carefully she watched his fine features: those kissable lips, strong chin, and pointed, straight nose. The back of her fingers began to stroke his cheek as plots to waken him began to formulate in her beautiful head.

She smiled wickedly.

Videl turned and pinned him—or rather trapping him by putting her hands beside his head. Then slowly, carefully, she lowered herself, leaving a small gap between them. She didn't say anything, only proceeding to give him butterfly kisses on each of his cheeks, eyelids, and then, before she could do more, he finally began to wake up.

Gohan stirred, and as if coming out of a trance, he looked around confused… until he saw her. He smiled, taking his chance to kiss her lips.

"Morning Sleeping Beauty," Videl taunted, pulling her head back. Her smile was still there and her heart raced from his stare.

"Morning Prince," Gohan responded, grinning. He immediately grabbed her waist, dragging her down to his side and then rolled over to be on top of her. "How are you my fair wife?" He was getting used to the band of gold wrapped around his fourth finger on his left hand.

"Ah, she is feeling fine," Videl answered coolly. Her hands instinctively found the back of his head. She took a look at her diamond wedding ring that glistened and sparkled brilliantly. The young woman exhaled happily. She felt like she was going to explode from joy. "It's beautiful."

"What is?"

"The ring… marriage… sex… you…" she responded slowly, listing them as they popped into her head.

His smile grew to a playful grin. "I agree. I especially like number three."

Her dark eyebrow rose. Her smile halved. "Oh do you?"

"Yes," his voice grew husky, the lust for his wife growing. "Aren't we supposed to do that on our honeymoon." It wasn't a question; it was a statement.

"Well at the rate we're going we'll have a baby in no time!" she pointed out with enthusiasm.

"Oh my mother will be on cloud nine."

She told him that she knew that very well.

"I'm actually anticipating fatherhood," Gohan revealed. He was not blushing; he was past that.

"I'm sure you'll be the best father in the world. And I'll give you how many children you want… One. Two. Five. Ten. No more than that."

He bared his teeth. "I think three will be ideal. Two is the minimum. And I'll be with you all the way. I was there when my mother had Goten so I have an idea how painful labour can be."

Flattered and touched, Videl nodded, reaching up to kiss her new husband. Their bodies pressed together as the hunger for each other intensified.

The half-Saiyan pulled back and looked at her carefully, admiring her features. "Did I say I love you, wife?" With his finger, he gently traced where he just kissed with the tenderness and care that awed his soul mate.

Videl's nose wrinkled up but her eyes shown amusement. "Only a gazillion times yesterday."

He kissed her, longer than the last one. "Well I haven't started yet. I love you, wife."

She couldn't resist him. Never. "I love you too, husband."

Their osculation continued. Logically, it led to other things. Let's just say they wouldn't leave the room until they—well Gohan—got hungry for food. And that would be until around afternoon. His new wife was more than enough to satisfy him.

"Did I already say that I love you, wife?" Gohan asked with light-hearted humour. He received a sharp look from his wife. This must have been the hundredth time. And he always attached wife at the end.

"Yes Gohan, you have. And I love you too husband." Videl laid appraising eyes over Gohan, more than approving him in sheik black pants, and a red buttoned up shirt. "I'd like to see if you'd continue this when we get old, ugly and wrinkly."

"Oh I will," he assured her.

He slipped on his black overcoat and hadn't noticed his collar standing up until he stood before the mirror. He was about to fix it until his wife told him to leave it.

She set it down a little but not fully. "You look sexy like that," Videl said, grinning.

He looked at her and was glad to see that her dress fit. It was little and black with no straps. The dress's frilly rim had ended above her knees. The exposure of her fair, soft flesh and the outline of her wonderful curves was more than enough for him to lay her on a bed and show her how beautiful she was. That would wait until they came back from dinner and dancing.

Videl looked at her hair, tied up in a bun with skinny strands falling in various places. Oh boy, she hadn't realized how much she changed from a tomboy… to this. She inhaled deeply before looking back at her husband. "Ready?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

The moment he affirmed his readiness his cell phone rang joyously. Normally he would ignore the caller if they were not important. However it was his mother. So naturally the half-Saiyan gave an apologetic look to his wife to answer the call.

"Hello mother," he chimed welcomingly. He wasn't annoyed at the interference, though a little disappointed. He loved his mother dearly.

"Hello Gohan," she paused, contemplating something. "Have I called at the wrong time?" Gohan could hear his father and Goten in the background. He could perceive his father's, "Hee-hee… mo foo!" Translation: "Chichi, more food." A second later Goku gulped and said, "Pretty please?"

Gohan smiled warmly, sitting down on the bed. "Ah, not really. Videl and I were just going out."

"Oh!" Chichi was glad for her son to find Videl, even if she was Hercule's daughter. She already treated her as if she was her own flesh and blood. Everyone in the family did. "So what did you guys do so far?" she began prodding. It was weeks since she heard from her son. She just needed to know if her first-born was all right.

"Well… the usual…" that meant love making. "Um… just today we relaxed. Had a picnic. Yesterday we went scuba diving. More of the usual. Erm… we did lots of stuff." Now the hue of his cheek was becoming crimson.

On the other side, Chichi hushed her husband and younger son. "Oh that's wonderful. As long as you're having fun!"

"And don't worry. Before you ask, I'm sure you'll have a grandchild in no time!" Gohan exclaimed. If she hadn't picked up what the usual meant, she should now.

Chichi's eyes lit up. "Oh yay!" Another short pause of celebration. "Now you two go off and have fun. We're missing you. Bye. Love you Gohan."

"Love you too mom."

Disconnect.

Gohan looked at Videl, his smiling broadening. If he minded his mother's phone call, he didn't show it. She didn't either.

"Shall we?"

Her purple-blue eyes glistened. "Yes, we shall love."

The dancing area was placed in the centre of the restaurant. Tables, or the dining area, framed the wooden dance floor. A brilliant local band played soft music; its mellow, yet sultry tune filled the crisp air.

It was well past seven thirty, past dinner. Gohan rubbed his tummy with a satisfied look on his face. "Mmm. That was delicious."

Manners have been embedded in Videl since the beginning of her childhood, especially since she was the daughter of the famous Hercule. Delicately, she dabbed a napkin to her lips. "Yes. It was." She dropped the white cloth on her plate. The china plate rested on top a maroon tablecloth, heavily embroidered with design. On each table, three candles—elevated at three different levels—were lit up. It seemed that everyone here were a happy couple.

Videl exhaled loudly, rising to her feet. Her husband followed her lead. Hand in hand they made their way to the dance floor.

Videl's heels clicked slowly on the hard floor as her footwork worked masterly with Gohan's, both moving at the right pace, right direction. Her pretty head rested on her husband's shoulder, feeling the warmth of protection. She felt her waist securely held onto and knew she truly had her soul mate with her forever. Her hands could feel his soft hair, and when she played with it… oh god… she realized never have been so happy before.

"Hey Gohan," she whispered, not looking up.

"Hmm?" He looked down at her, kissing her bare shoulder.

"You know how people say they love their partner—husband… wife—even more in their old age than when they just got married…? Do you believe that?"

He blinked once and thought about it carefully. It was an easy answer. "Yeah. Look at my parents. Look at my father. I'm sure he loves my mother more now than when they just got married."

Now she looked up at the hybrid. "Your father doesn't count. He thought marriage was food."

He chuckled dryly at that. "Okay okay. Well, besides that, I just know that they love each other more now than ever before."

She laughed and it echoed in his ears like soft music. "Even though they're not on each other twenty-four seven?"

Gohan never stopped dancing, but his eye twitched. His face twisted in some sort of revulsion. "Yes I'm sure." He wondered why she asked him this. "Why?"

She never hesitated to answer. "I'm trying to think how it will feel to love you more than I do now."

He smiled and his eyes glowed warmly. "As do I…" Peaceful silence came between them until he broke it. "Videl?"

"Yes?" She opened her eyes to look at him.

"I love you wife."

She laughed softly again before kissing him. "I love you too my husband."

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Yes, there are those things that give great pleasure in life.

Getting married… being pregnant… raising children… having a family… are some of them.

Goku's Daughter:

I wrote this chapter two years ago I think and I'm surprised I was able to write well… compared to how I do now. I blame school for being so time consuming -eye twitches- Anyways, that's it for chapter one. I'm trying to pace the chapters quickly so I can get to the real plot. And yes it sounds pretty happy now but I assure you… it won't stay like this.

If someone knows how to maintain paragraphs LET ME KNOW!

Review please. )

Thanks.

Now let me burn up in Florida.