Disclaimer: I don't own DB/DBZ/DBGT. This fanfic was written for the fun of doing so, and the love for Akira Toriyama's characters. Hehe, that official enough sounding for you? Hope so, because it's the best I got.

Author's Note(s): Hola! 'Tis me. Cali. The Spaz you all know and love. (or maybe not.) I'm re-writing a fanfic I never finished and haven't written for in a LONG time. So I'm discontinuing that, and starting it over like this. I would delete it off but I want to keep it there as a reminded of how much my writing has changed in a year. A lot. For the best, I hope. Anyway, I'm sure you can figure the rest out for yourself! Enjoy the first chappie!

Also! Sometimes the words stick together and I can't seem to fix it, so yeah... You should be able to read it! Sorry for any spelling errors, because if they're there, it's because spell check missed them or I didn't catch them. Thanks in advance. MEOW!

Happy Chrismakkah! (Do you think I'm a little too obsessed with The O.C.?)

Chapter 1:

Saturday Morning with Son Gohan.

Gohan's charcoal hair basked in the stream of aurous sunlight gazing at him through the window beside his bed. The glowing heat kindled on the tips of his hairs, like striking the wick of a candle and slowly it melted its' way down to his scalp. It first spread over his forehead, then to the pitch lines of his eyebrows. He squinted as a drop of hot wax rolled off his brow and slid along his eyelashes, creating a cage that captured the wax before it had the chance to reach his eyelids. Despite his dense lashes, the wax slipped through the cracks and sluggishly waned along the line of his eyelids. The liquid intensified the brightness of the light flowing in the window. The red irritation that gently engulfed his cuticle stirred him in his deep slumber.

He sat up and lifted a drowsy hand up off of the covers at his side and rubbed his eye with the palm of his hand languidly. He yawned and groaned, trying to pull his mind out of its daze. He scraped out the grains of dusty sleep that had gathered around his eyes overnight with his knuckles. He yawned again while throwing his arms up in the air, stretching out his tired limbs.

Groaning more, Gohan turned over to the edge of his bed. He propped his torso up on his elbows. The weight of his body in the early morning hours had constantly baffled him. He could turn an icy mountain into a lively valley, flowers and all,yet he couldn't seem to gather the strength to carry himself over the threshold between dream land and the realm of the living. He sighed and a gleam of daylight reflected off the clear glass window, and caught a glint in his half-awakened eye.

The area surrounding the only place he ever knew as home was desolate and peaceful. The affectionate chippings of Love Birds generously engrossed the sun as it ascended in the sky, welcoming it for the next few hours it would be with them. The grassy plains of his father's property extended for acres before hitting a bustling forest, and steep hills that gradually transformed into full-blown mountains.

The paper work wasn't needed to know that these vast meadows belonged to his father. Goku wasn't one to deal with such matters. Neither was Gohan's grandfather, the Ox King. He just always assumed that no one was around for miles to complain anyway. It was just starting to bug him... Chichi just had to get him into reading those darn real estate books.

Gohan pulled the covers off him and shoved them against the wall,then threw his legs over the side of the bed. He rubbed his temples momentarily before proceeding. What day is it? he thought to himself. Saturday?... ugh... Saturday. That meant... Videl.

He sighed and ran a tired hand through his dark strands of hair. Videl... Gohan thought, finally convincing his lazy legs to stand. He shook off a hazy throb that zipped through his dizzy head. He stumbled to his door, and groped around the frame blindly, before eventually grabbing hold of the handle. The knob gently turned in his limp hand, only to be swung open by his mother. Uh-oh...

"Gohan!" Chichi's explosive tone blasted forth, slamming directly into Gohan's chest.

Gohan's ebony pupils dilated to an disproportionate size at his mother's timely appearance.

Chichi blinked numbly for a few seconds, staring blankly at her son. She was shocked to see him standing there behind the door, when she expected him to be loosing around in bed again. She was on her way to wake him up. Her motherly voice made for a lovely alarm clock.

"Mom!" he blurted out.

She looked up at him and smiled. "Well then! It looks like you're already up!" she said, cheer coursing through her.

"Yeah... heh heh..." Gohan said with a cautious look in his eyes. "I had to get up. Videl's due to be over here around noon."

Chichi's features were horror-stricken, like she had seen the devil in her son's eyes. Well, she was close. Re-arrange the letters in devil and it spelled out... Videl Satan.

Gohan hesitated before asking, "Mom?"

"Oh... I see..." she muttered, glaring at the floorboards. "You'll wake up for Videl without even thinking about it..." She paused, her eyes radiating red. Then, without warning, her head snapped up and Gohan took a wary step backward, accidentally bumping his hip into the corner of a table near his door. "But you won't get out of bed to eat the breakfast I slaved over for you!"

"No no no!" he replied, waving his arms in the air defensively. "It's not like that at all!"

"Oh really!" she yelled like a maniac, fire gleaming in the pits of her eyes. "Don't lie to your mother!" She stomped off into the kitchen insanely. She returned moments later, frying pan in had.

Gohan's eyes widened in horror. "What! NO!"

Chichi approached him, "You're lucky this isn't hot yet!" She stalked him like she was in a horror-flick, her frying pan as her knife, and Gohan's rapid heartbeat replaced the eerie music that you would hum out of the movie theater.

"AHH!"

CLUNK!

Wow... what a fiasco that was... phew! I really thought I was fired there for a second! Heh... too bad the worst was still to come.

"Videl?" Erasa's voice sounded through the phone rereceiver

"Yeah?..." Videl replied on the other end. "Oh! Hi Erasa, what you up to?"

A mischievous voice answered her, "I was going to ask you the same thing."

"What? Why?" Videl asked, holding her cell phone to her ear with her shoulder, while her hands were passing a brush through her short, choppy raven locks.

"Because... you know..."

Videl held a bobby pin between her teeth as she mumbled a response, "No Erasa I really don't."

"Gohan!" she shouted like an excited two year old.

"Oh yeah..." she said, then removed the black pin from her mouth and situated it into her hair to keep some of her light bangs from falling in her face. "What about him?"

"Aren't you going over to his house today?" she led her on.

"Uh-huh," Videl said in a simple comment. She fluffed her hair once or twice carelessly, ruffing it up to make it go with her tomboy look. The last thing she wanted was someone thinking she spent more than five minutes in front of the mirror everyday. It would totally ruin her reputation.

"That's it!"

"Why would there be anything else?" she asked, knowing where her long time friend was going with the conversation, but not allowing her to take it there.

Erasa growled, a loud static fuzz was received at Videl's end of the line. She continued with a sigh, "Videl..."

"Yes?"

"Aren't you the least bit excited to see him?" she whined.

"Not really." She set down the brush, and gave herself one last glance in the mirror. Her hair was perfect -by her standards anyway. It was a neat/messy do. Not messy enough to be classified as bed-head, but not neat enough to be classified as proper. Her clothes were nothing more than a long, extra large white tank top that could have been stolen from her father's closet, with a black t-shirt under it, straying away from the pink tee that usually went beneath it. Tight spandex short shorts could barely be seen behind the long shirt. Just right.

"You're a either a really good lier, or a really honest person," Erasa said.

"I'll take the latter. Thanks." Videl smiled at herself. She knew her way around her best-friend. She just kept pushing that button.

Erasa giggled. "Okay okay, I give. I'll stop pestering you about Gohan, but that doesn't I believe you."

Videl laughed and picked up her backpack off her bed.. "Alright, whatever you say Erasa." She swung the bag around to her back and walked into the hallway and down to her father's room. "Hey Erasa, I gotta go, I'll talk to you later."

"Okie dookie! Love ya. Make sure you call me later too, I want details!"

Videl said goodbye with a smile, "Sure! Love ya too, bye." She ended the call, pushed down the antenna and folded her phone back up. She stuffed it into her backpack and leaned against the frame to her father's study.

There he was. Hercule Satan. Sitting there on his beanbag chair, eating Cheezits in front of the television wearing his championship belt and blue boxer shorts. She sighed. God Dad, couldn't you show some dignity? She smiled and shook her head.

"Hey Dad," she announced her entrance to the room.

He turned her way with a grin. "Hey there sweetie! What you up to?"

"Not much Daddy, I'm heading over to Gohan's house, I'll be home later," she said swiftly, trying to get it out as fast as she could manage, hoping he wouldn't catch the whole sentence.

"Who is this... umm..." he started, and asked just the question Videl was trying to avoid, "this, Gohan fella?"

"He's a..." She paused and thought over how she would phrase it. "He's a boy at my school, Dad."

"What's your connection with him?" he inquired like a detective, all he needed was a small notebook and a pen.One of those little detective hats, or magnifying lenses would have been a nice touch too. "I thought that Sharpner kid"

"He's not my boyfriend, if that's what you were thinking," she said, knowing far too well that was exactly what he was thinking.

"Good. I wouldn't want to learn that my own daughter was cheating on the best football player in town."

Videl sighed and rubbed her forehead. Sharpner isn't my boyfriend either... oh well, he makes for a good cover.

"The press would be all over it."

"Yeah yeah, I get it Daddy," she said, stopping his ramblings. She bent down and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I'll call you later to check in."

He nodded and a cheese puff fell out of his curly hair.

"Ew... take a shower Dad," she advised and patted his shoulder as she left.

"Sure thing, Honey!"

"Jingle bells, Batman smells, Robin laid an egg! Bat Mobile lost it's wheel and Joker got away! HEY!" Gohan sung into the handle of the vacuum, dancing to his own beat. After being chased around the house with a frying pan for an hour, he had swiftly headed back to his room to clean. He had a lot of work to do. His room was a complete disaster, thanks to the minions soundly asleep in the next room. Of course, Trunks had to stay the night, and make a mess out of his cozy living space. Making it nearly impossible for anyone to even walk in, let alone someone from school. The most important person from school;

Videl.

He sighed and picked up some old McDonald's food wrappers and tossed then in the garbage with his monkey-like toes. He yawned and unplugged the vacuum, finding it hard to suck up any dust off the floor when there was so much other stuff laying above it. He set the vacuum cleaner aside and threw some dirty clothes into the hamper nestled in his closet. The room was defiantly looking better. Not the neat and tidy way he liked it, but average. Though it wasn't something he would want Videl to see.

Gohan began singing again, "Grandma got ran over by a reindeer!"

"Walking from our house on Christmas Eve," a familiar female voice joined in and finished the verse. She was standing in his doorway, her fore-arm resting on the wooden frame. She bit down on her tongue and bottom lip just enough to stop herself from bursting out into a fit of laughter. She examined his back muscles for a mere second she had to see them. She had to admit though, he did have a, nice butt.

Videl... He spun around and gulped, terrified. He hadn't even had enough time to change into his training gi. So he stood there, wearing nothing but the red, heart patterned boxer shorts Bulma had given him a year prior.

Videl's grin grew, revealing her shiny white teeth and releasing her tongue and bottom lip. Before she could stop them, her eyes went straight to his chest and they slowly roamed over his stomach and huge biceps. Perfect washboard abs, thin waste line, broad shoulders and massively strong arms, with just the right amount of pitch curls swirling down into his boxers from his navel. How could a yellow tinted shirt hide so much?

"Vi...Videl! You-You're early!" he stuttered. He quickly noticed where she was gazing and a blush promptly spread all the way from his cheeks to his ears and back again.

The flower pink that was added to his facial complexion only made her smile more. How cute! Him in his heart boxers and shy blush... she thought to herself, then instantly regretted it. Maybe this is why Erasa likes shy guys. Heh, who knew? Despite her thoughts on Erasa, she couldn't wipe the smile off her lips, and frankly, she didn't want to. She couldn't remember when she had had more fun, and she couldn't have been there more than five minutes. "Nice boxers," was all she could manage to say before giggling insanely.

The rose on his cheeks intensified. "They were a gift..." he murmured, looking away from her and trying his best to cover himself.

"From whom, may I ask?" she queried between giggles.

"Bulma," he replied, still desperately attempting to avoid her eyes.

"Hah! That's too funny," Videl exclaimed and laughed uncontrollably. "If would have made sense if she gave you Briefs!"

Gohan smiled and chuckled lightly. He reached up and scratched the back of his head nervously. "Yeah. Heh... I guess it would."

Videl finally regained her composure and grinned at him. He still wasn't looking at her. Well, I would be embarrassed too, she thought to herself and grinned. She was inwardly disappointed that Bulma Briefs hadn't lived up to her name. If Gohan would had been in heart patterned briefs, she was certain this event would have been more memorable. Videl's cheeks began to heat up at her thoughts, and she finally realized just how close she was to this perfectly toned body and pretty good looking face that belonged to no other than Son Gohan.

Videl turned around hastily, hiding her tomato complexion. She coughed to clear her throat. "Why don't you put some clothes on? I'll go and talk to Chichi or something." She shot one last glance at him, and he was smiling in spite of himself. She walked out reluctantly, and closed the door behind her.

Gohan nearly collapsed when the door was closed, and his privacy once again intact. He breathed in deeply and slowly released the air in steady intervals. What's up with people today! He sighed and quickly dug out some clothes to put on. He didn't want to give his mother too much time alone with Videl.

Videl reached the living room at the end of the hallway. The kitchen was separated into it's own room by a curved wall with a window in the center making the space seem bigger then it was. The walls were cream colored, working well with the hard wood floors. In Videl's eyes it seemed old fashion, compared to her mansion, or Bulma's technology loving sphere.

"Oh, hello again Videl," Chichi greeted as she flipped a pancake with a metal spatula.

"Hey."

"Where's Gohan?" she asked while adjusting the temperature on the stove.

"He's getting dressed," Videl answered, her attention focused on the pancake as it flipped through the air once again. How does she do that?

"Oh, that's niceWHAT!" Chichi did a double-take and abandoned her frying pan.

"What?" she said, confusion altering her face. She followed Chichi as she stormed passed her and down the hallway.

"Ican't believe it! My own son! In my own house!" she ranted on, in a rampage.

Then Videl's own words came back to her, "He's getting dressed." It hit her like a brick wall. "Shit!" she cursed to herself. "NO CHICHI!" She jolted after her, but she was too late.

Chichi had already busted down her son's door, revealing a baffled Gohan in his blue training gi pants, tying the cloth belt.

"Mom!"

"GOHAN!"

"Chichi! NO!"

CLUNK!

Thanks for reading! I really hope you liked the first chapter! Review please! Constructive criticism is always greatly appreciated! Oh yeah, and my deal is that if you read and review my story, I read and review your story! (it's only fair, right?)