Title: To love, and be loved in Return.
Author: Lady of the Lake
Rating: NC-17
Distribution: If you want it, you can have it, just tell me where you're sending it
Disclaimer: Heh, if they were mine I'd make Vegeta run around in a pixie costume saying 'I'm a pretty pretty princess.' Come on, I know you would pay to see that too. . .
E-mail: AngelWillow2000@aol.com
1 Feedback: I know I'm a feedback slut, I'll take it anytime, anywhere from anyone ;p
Dedicated: To my Roderick, who got me addicted to DBZ
Authors Note: 'ello 'ello. This is my first DBZ fic, as well as my first (eventual) NC-17 ficcy. Be Gentle. Oh yeah, this takes place after the World Tournament, and I guess you can say it's a bit of an AU but, whatever. Oh yeah, and I'm also in need of a beta reader, sooo if anyone is interested please e-mail me ^ ^
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Friday, December the 21st
"Henry IV had an on-again, off-again relationship with his cousin, Richard II . He was one of the Lords Appellant who, in 1388, persecuted many of Richard's advisor-favorites." Droned Mr. Webster, his steady monotone voice filling the warm shadowy classroom.
Could this class get anymore boring? Videl thought, just catching her head from plummeting to her desk. At least this is my last class, then Winter break. Looking around the room, she could see that most of the class shared her sentiments either asleep or finding other things to occupy themselves besides their elderly teacher's ramblings about Henry IV. Sharpner and many of the boys were having an arm wrestling match, Eraza was reapplying her makeup in the seat next to her.
Junior year was going by slowly, now that the World Tournament was over, and Buu was dead. Things in Hurcule City were peaceful, crime was at an all time low thanks to the reputation of Videl and the Great Saiyaman Man, and now that finals were over, things seemed to drift haze. She knew she was should be happy over this, but the fighter in her longed for action.
"Bored Videl?" a voice behind her whispered. Videl smiled inwardly as Gohan's warm breath fanned her ear delicately. She nodded, keeping her eyes focused on Mr. Webster. A slight blush spread across her cheeks as he whispered again "Want me to do something about that?"
So maybe we are more than just friends. Videl thought happily, finally the weeks of their stagnate relationship would be coming to an end. Neither one knew what the other one wanted, to be friends, more than friends but neither one could bring themselves to ask the other.
"Well, what are you thinking about Gohan?" She murmured in her most innocent voice, still not facing him.
"You'll have to turn around to see. . ." Gohan said, tucking a stray strand of black hair behind her ear. His light brushes against her ear making her blush even more.
"Okay, you've got my attention." Videl answered, facing him and placing her chin on her hand and giving him the most seductive smile she could. Her heart melted when she saw his innocent smile. He's so adorable.
"We can play hangman!" he said enthusiastically, his black eyes sparkling with childish glee. "Okay, the subject is Movies."
"Urrg!" she said loudly enough for the people around her to turn and look. "I swear Gohan, you're impossible!"
What did I do? He thought, confused as to Videl's sudden outburst What's wrong with Hangman? Girls are weird. With a shrug, he went back to creating his paper airplanes.
I swear, boys are so stupid! Videl said in her mind, clenching her fists in irritation Life would have been a lot easier if I was just a lesbian! Sometimes, Gohan's oblivious innocence got tiring.
The rest of the class passed quietly, Videl's anger waned, while Gohan soon forgot about the entire situation, he was used to Videl's temper.
"Want me to walk you home?" Gohan asked, sitting on the desk adjacent from Videl.
"Sure, I'm glad I don't live that far away from the school its pretty cold out." She answered, putting her binder back into her messenger bag.
"Well, we could always fly there. . ." Gohan suggested
"Nah, I want to see all the Christmas decorations, plus it isn't that far." Videl said merrily, putting her bag on her shoulder "Let's go."
The two friends walked along in a comfortable silence, each looking at the Christmas decorations that had been put up in the city that day.
"So, doing anything special for Christmas?" Gohan asked, kicking an ice ball lightly. It slid at amazing speed before obliterating by running into a parked car, leaving behind a small dent. "Whoops, I guess I should watch that."
"Nah," she said with of a wave of her hand. "Dad's going off on some PR campaign, you know opening buildings and signing autographs, I'm gonna be alone this Christmas." Though her voice never gave it away, her eyes showed her hurt and loneliness.
"What about your Mom?" Gohan asked, not thinking that it might be a sensitive subject.
"I never told you about my mom? I haven't seen her sense I was seven, she ran off with some millionaire named Fred or something." She said, acting as though it were no big deal.
"Oh, well, I'm sorry to hear that." He answered, mentally kicking himself for bringing it up. He knew Videl well enough to know when she was upset, her eyes lost that sparkle that they had in them, and she tried her best to hide her emotions to him.
"Yeah, its no big deal really, I'm used to it."
"Hmm, I've got an idea. . . " Gohan said, snapping his fingers.
"What?" Videl questioned, her mittened hand griping the cold iron gate that led up to the Satan Mansion.
"I'll call you later and tell you all about it!" he called over his shoulder, running towards an empty area of the street before taking off flying as fast as he could go.
Videl watched silently as he quickly became nothing more than a speck in the sky. Shrugging, she pushed opened the gate and walked up the brick path to the front door.
"Hello?" she called into the empty home. "Anybody still here?" Most of the servants had gone away for Christmas leave.
"Oh, hello Miss Videl." A young woman said sweetly, still in her maid's uniform, although her long red curls hung loosely to her back. "I was just on my way out, Do you need anything before I go?"
"No thank you, Merry Christmas Shannon." Videl answered, eyeing her jealously. She knew that she was going home to her fiancée and family.
"Alright Miss Videl, Merry Christmas." She said cheerful before walking out the door.
Trudging up the stairs, Videl collapsed on to her bed, not even bothering to take her bag off.
Come on Videl, its just a stupid holiday you don't even believe in anyway, stop being such a baby she said to herself, fighting off tears that were threatening to spill over her violet eyes. Taking off her bag, she silently walked over to her dresser and picked up gilded frame with an old photograph inside. It was her parent's wedding picture, her father had his classic cheesy grin, while her mother barely smiled in the picture, it was more of a smirk really. She truly was a beauty, and from the look in her eyes she knew it too, tall and willowy she looked like some sort of evil angel in her white dress. Videl didn't kid herself, she knew she never had a doting mother, Mrs. Satan was more concerned with fashions and parties. She saw Videl as a little doll, something she could play with for a little while, dressing her up and placing makeup on her little face, only to ignore her again when something else caught her interest. When her rebellious, tomboyish nature began showing, she simply gave up on her, she didn't want a daughter who didn't act like her. She had no fond memories of that woman. In a fit of anger, Videl turned and threw the picture frame at her wall. (not the first time it had happened) The gold frame dented beyond repair from the force of the blow and the glass shattered, scattering across her room, the weak winter sun making small rainbows in their reflection. Sinking to her feet, she allowed her self to cry, hugging her knees for some small comfort.
"Huh?" she said suddenly, looking up. She suddenly noticed that she had an odd feeling that someone was watching her. She jumped up and took a fighting stance. "O-Okay who's here?" Videl said in her most threatening voice, although her voice was still shaky from crying. Remembering what Gohan had taught her, she tried to sense an other ki hidden in the room. She was alone, yet the feeling remained.
"You're going crazy Videl. . . " She said to herself, walking over to the mess of shattered glass. Gingerly, she picked each shard up and placed it the trash.
"Shit." She swore, as one rather large piece sliced her palm. The cut wasn't deep, but stung just the same. "What a wonderful Christmas break I'm having." Sighing, she placed the last of the glass in the waste basket, before going to her bath room to clean her wound. The florescent white lights hurt her eyes, still used to the dreary day outside. Still, the feeling lingered, she could have swore someone was there, in the room with her.
"Maybe we have a ghost." She mused to herself, wrapping a bandage around her hand. Going back into her room, she opened her mahogany wardrobe and pulled out a comfortable pair of Pajama pants, and a white tank top. Putting on the cow spotted pants, she flopped on to her bed, and grabbed a book off her night stand.
Just distract yourself, train, do homework, just don't think. She thought to herself. Soon, she was fast asleep.
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Author: Lady of the Lake
Rating: NC-17
Distribution: If you want it, you can have it, just tell me where you're sending it
Disclaimer: Heh, if they were mine I'd make Vegeta run around in a pixie costume saying 'I'm a pretty pretty princess.' Come on, I know you would pay to see that too. . .
E-mail: AngelWillow2000@aol.com
1 Feedback: I know I'm a feedback slut, I'll take it anytime, anywhere from anyone ;p
Dedicated: To my Roderick, who got me addicted to DBZ
Authors Note: 'ello 'ello. This is my first DBZ fic, as well as my first (eventual) NC-17 ficcy. Be Gentle. Oh yeah, this takes place after the World Tournament, and I guess you can say it's a bit of an AU but, whatever. Oh yeah, and I'm also in need of a beta reader, sooo if anyone is interested please e-mail me ^ ^
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Friday, December the 21st
"Henry IV had an on-again, off-again relationship with his cousin, Richard II . He was one of the Lords Appellant who, in 1388, persecuted many of Richard's advisor-favorites." Droned Mr. Webster, his steady monotone voice filling the warm shadowy classroom.
Could this class get anymore boring? Videl thought, just catching her head from plummeting to her desk. At least this is my last class, then Winter break. Looking around the room, she could see that most of the class shared her sentiments either asleep or finding other things to occupy themselves besides their elderly teacher's ramblings about Henry IV. Sharpner and many of the boys were having an arm wrestling match, Eraza was reapplying her makeup in the seat next to her.
Junior year was going by slowly, now that the World Tournament was over, and Buu was dead. Things in Hurcule City were peaceful, crime was at an all time low thanks to the reputation of Videl and the Great Saiyaman Man, and now that finals were over, things seemed to drift haze. She knew she was should be happy over this, but the fighter in her longed for action.
"Bored Videl?" a voice behind her whispered. Videl smiled inwardly as Gohan's warm breath fanned her ear delicately. She nodded, keeping her eyes focused on Mr. Webster. A slight blush spread across her cheeks as he whispered again "Want me to do something about that?"
So maybe we are more than just friends. Videl thought happily, finally the weeks of their stagnate relationship would be coming to an end. Neither one knew what the other one wanted, to be friends, more than friends but neither one could bring themselves to ask the other.
"Well, what are you thinking about Gohan?" She murmured in her most innocent voice, still not facing him.
"You'll have to turn around to see. . ." Gohan said, tucking a stray strand of black hair behind her ear. His light brushes against her ear making her blush even more.
"Okay, you've got my attention." Videl answered, facing him and placing her chin on her hand and giving him the most seductive smile she could. Her heart melted when she saw his innocent smile. He's so adorable.
"We can play hangman!" he said enthusiastically, his black eyes sparkling with childish glee. "Okay, the subject is Movies."
"Urrg!" she said loudly enough for the people around her to turn and look. "I swear Gohan, you're impossible!"
What did I do? He thought, confused as to Videl's sudden outburst What's wrong with Hangman? Girls are weird. With a shrug, he went back to creating his paper airplanes.
I swear, boys are so stupid! Videl said in her mind, clenching her fists in irritation Life would have been a lot easier if I was just a lesbian! Sometimes, Gohan's oblivious innocence got tiring.
The rest of the class passed quietly, Videl's anger waned, while Gohan soon forgot about the entire situation, he was used to Videl's temper.
"Want me to walk you home?" Gohan asked, sitting on the desk adjacent from Videl.
"Sure, I'm glad I don't live that far away from the school its pretty cold out." She answered, putting her binder back into her messenger bag.
"Well, we could always fly there. . ." Gohan suggested
"Nah, I want to see all the Christmas decorations, plus it isn't that far." Videl said merrily, putting her bag on her shoulder "Let's go."
The two friends walked along in a comfortable silence, each looking at the Christmas decorations that had been put up in the city that day.
"So, doing anything special for Christmas?" Gohan asked, kicking an ice ball lightly. It slid at amazing speed before obliterating by running into a parked car, leaving behind a small dent. "Whoops, I guess I should watch that."
"Nah," she said with of a wave of her hand. "Dad's going off on some PR campaign, you know opening buildings and signing autographs, I'm gonna be alone this Christmas." Though her voice never gave it away, her eyes showed her hurt and loneliness.
"What about your Mom?" Gohan asked, not thinking that it might be a sensitive subject.
"I never told you about my mom? I haven't seen her sense I was seven, she ran off with some millionaire named Fred or something." She said, acting as though it were no big deal.
"Oh, well, I'm sorry to hear that." He answered, mentally kicking himself for bringing it up. He knew Videl well enough to know when she was upset, her eyes lost that sparkle that they had in them, and she tried her best to hide her emotions to him.
"Yeah, its no big deal really, I'm used to it."
"Hmm, I've got an idea. . . " Gohan said, snapping his fingers.
"What?" Videl questioned, her mittened hand griping the cold iron gate that led up to the Satan Mansion.
"I'll call you later and tell you all about it!" he called over his shoulder, running towards an empty area of the street before taking off flying as fast as he could go.
Videl watched silently as he quickly became nothing more than a speck in the sky. Shrugging, she pushed opened the gate and walked up the brick path to the front door.
"Hello?" she called into the empty home. "Anybody still here?" Most of the servants had gone away for Christmas leave.
"Oh, hello Miss Videl." A young woman said sweetly, still in her maid's uniform, although her long red curls hung loosely to her back. "I was just on my way out, Do you need anything before I go?"
"No thank you, Merry Christmas Shannon." Videl answered, eyeing her jealously. She knew that she was going home to her fiancée and family.
"Alright Miss Videl, Merry Christmas." She said cheerful before walking out the door.
Trudging up the stairs, Videl collapsed on to her bed, not even bothering to take her bag off.
Come on Videl, its just a stupid holiday you don't even believe in anyway, stop being such a baby she said to herself, fighting off tears that were threatening to spill over her violet eyes. Taking off her bag, she silently walked over to her dresser and picked up gilded frame with an old photograph inside. It was her parent's wedding picture, her father had his classic cheesy grin, while her mother barely smiled in the picture, it was more of a smirk really. She truly was a beauty, and from the look in her eyes she knew it too, tall and willowy she looked like some sort of evil angel in her white dress. Videl didn't kid herself, she knew she never had a doting mother, Mrs. Satan was more concerned with fashions and parties. She saw Videl as a little doll, something she could play with for a little while, dressing her up and placing makeup on her little face, only to ignore her again when something else caught her interest. When her rebellious, tomboyish nature began showing, she simply gave up on her, she didn't want a daughter who didn't act like her. She had no fond memories of that woman. In a fit of anger, Videl turned and threw the picture frame at her wall. (not the first time it had happened) The gold frame dented beyond repair from the force of the blow and the glass shattered, scattering across her room, the weak winter sun making small rainbows in their reflection. Sinking to her feet, she allowed her self to cry, hugging her knees for some small comfort.
"Huh?" she said suddenly, looking up. She suddenly noticed that she had an odd feeling that someone was watching her. She jumped up and took a fighting stance. "O-Okay who's here?" Videl said in her most threatening voice, although her voice was still shaky from crying. Remembering what Gohan had taught her, she tried to sense an other ki hidden in the room. She was alone, yet the feeling remained.
"You're going crazy Videl. . . " She said to herself, walking over to the mess of shattered glass. Gingerly, she picked each shard up and placed it the trash.
"Shit." She swore, as one rather large piece sliced her palm. The cut wasn't deep, but stung just the same. "What a wonderful Christmas break I'm having." Sighing, she placed the last of the glass in the waste basket, before going to her bath room to clean her wound. The florescent white lights hurt her eyes, still used to the dreary day outside. Still, the feeling lingered, she could have swore someone was there, in the room with her.
"Maybe we have a ghost." She mused to herself, wrapping a bandage around her hand. Going back into her room, she opened her mahogany wardrobe and pulled out a comfortable pair of Pajama pants, and a white tank top. Putting on the cow spotted pants, she flopped on to her bed, and grabbed a book off her night stand.
Just distract yourself, train, do homework, just don't think. She thought to herself. Soon, she was fast asleep.
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