Lets see.

G/V if I manage to get this fic that far. A/U slightly, yes.

Normal geeky Gohan, okay maybe not that geeky, but heh. Btw, its bin 4 years ago since I last saw DBZ, so ya, bear with me.

Muscle mass collided in a hard slam against a curvy yet firm female body, it's frame hidden beneath baggy clothes.

Blue met black. Onyx and cerulean. The latter was quick to frown in quick anger.

"Watch it Gohan!"

The boy stuttered, his hand already at the back of his head, scratching charcoal black hair. Hair that even the mighty Chi-Chi failed to tame. A nervous yet self-assured grin broke across his face.

"Sorry Videl, didn't see ya there." he muttered, quick to refocus his gaze to the tiled floor beneath his feet, clearly intimidated as she continued the interesting combination of staring glaring and gazing at him. Though the only word that came to mind for this young demi-Sayian was the word glare.

"Shut it about my height, I don't have time for you right now," Videl muttered as she attempted to shove his frame aside. The latter however failed to to budge. Her eyes widened if only slightly.

"Sorry," he mumbled stepping aside, his hand dropped limply to his side. Tints of regret filled her demeanor, and Videl hastily, yet softly mumbled something which almost resembled an apology. She flushed clearly not used to finding her self on this side of the conversation. Must be the charm shining through that innocent grin Gohan flashed. She scurried away.

"There you are!"

"Hi babes,"

"Screw yourself Sharpener,"

"Feisty...I like them feisty,"

"Oh?"

"Yes-" a red imprint smacked itself upon his cheek.

"Sorry, see if you had real balls, I would have aimed for that...but since I already did, I settled for the bitch-slap," said Videl flippantly as she made the failed attempt of flicking loose strands of her hair away from her face. The sun beat down merrily upon the girl's dark face as she glowered at another blond female. A leaf made its way down on her black hair gently from the trees above them. Erasa rolled her eyes as she sighed and reached over at Videl. Her fingers close around the dead leaf gently as she tucked it out of the Satan's unruly strands.

"You know, I'm on the-"

"Social, something something comitee, yeah?"

"Erase, maybe you should tell Videl to take a seat,"

"Good thinking Sharpener, Videl, sit!"

Dumbfounded at how odd her friends were acting, Videl allowed Erasa for once to command her with ease. She took the grassy fields underneath with little reluctance of hesitance.

"We have a new fund raiser..."

"No, my dad is no way in seven hells gonna be the face of it..."

"No, not that..."

Videl's eyes narrowed suspiciously. Erasa has been her best friend since childhood. She knew that one of the few things that managed to upset her, was her father. The tone in which Erasa just denied the previously made accusation indicated to something far more worse and sinister.

"Spit it out Erasa,"

"Its a fundraiser for orphans, and we thought that instead of just selling cake and tea, we will auction Orange High pupils...to the city,"

Videl's eyes widened once again, if only slightly. She leaned back against the tree, casually. Almost comfortable.

"I assume I don't have to participate..."

"Actually, you were nominated first..."

"I'll pretend you didn't say that,"

Sorry, Vee,"

Sharpener on the other hand, his mind jumped into action shaking of the cobwebs that has managed to penetrate his brain. He could buy Satan Videl. His eyes gleamed.

"Say Erasa, explain a bit more," he muttered as he dared to scoot closer to their discussion. Videl cast him a warning glance.

"Whoever nominated with over nine other people backing the nominee up has to be auctioned to whoever buys him. Of course we'll do some advertising and everything. I contacted Capsule Corps yesterday, and talked to Bulma Briefs who said she would very much like to involved with the sponsoring," Erasa continiued as if she failed to notice the slight reddish tint her best friend was currently basking in. In fact Erasa did notice it, but decided it was to ignore it until the appropriate time called for it.

"What happens ifI'm sold?"

"Spend the entire day with whomever bought you..."

Sharpener managed to scoot away from the conversation as he headed of to the boys-locker-room. He needed a talk with the boys. It was time the geek gets what he deserves for standing up to them like that...declining a spot on the team! The honour, and the fool just stood there and grinned muttering something about his mother being strict. Pathetic.

He's probably embarrassed at how puny and weak he is. Scrawny brat...

Well...now the whole of Satan City wild find that out, and the best of all...Satan Videl was up for sale. Yes...this is a win-win situation for Sharpener. If only the poor blond could know that this very event would be the cause of a few odd yet compatible elements meeting each other and throwing him off.