This was simply a fic to help me settle my emotions. Tonight I found out that my boyfriend tried smoking weed last night. It was quite a shock to me and hit me hard. I've always said that I'd never do that stuff to myself and I tried talking with him about it. I think I may have gotten somewhere with it. Anyway, I decided that a G/V fic would help me. Some of the things Videl experiences were what I felt myself. R&R

Now, Gohan never was the kind of guy to get into drugs. He had too much respect for himself and others to do that. However, high school seemed to drag on for him, and the stress of preparing for finals and college laid heavy on his shoulders thanks to his mother adding more study guides to his workload. He became relaxed in training, and threw himself into his schoolbooks, rarely resting, stress building. So when he was invited to a party one night, he didn't hesitate to accept and readily went.

The kind of party he went to though, wasn't a normal one. All kinds of drinks and drugs were abound. Normally Gohan would have minded, but tonight he was willing to experiment. He needed to relax, and found that this could be his answer. He smoked a bit of weed, and drank a few shots of tequila, experiencing first hand being high. The world seemed so much nicer to him then. Studying was just playtime and he found that things were so much different. Life slowed for him, and he laughed at every little thing, like how the goldfish swam in the fishbowl.

All was good fun that night. It was late when he left the party for home, and even later when he finally stumbled in the door, tequila heavily scented on his character, pot on his breath. But no one was up when he came home, so no one knew of his secret. That wouldn't last for long. Videl wasn't one to have secrets kept from her. This is her story. Her story of finding out about Gohan's little secret.

I flew over the forest at a slow speed. I was heading to Gohan's house again for another study session. I needed a lot of help with my finals, and Gohan was the only person who could help me, not to mention the fact that he'd be easier on me since he was my boyfriend. I had all of my books in the bag on my bag, groaning at the extra weight it added. I was almost to Gohan's house though, so I just ignored that little factor.

It was only about 10 a.m. on a Sunday, yet Gohan had insisted on Friday that I could come over at this time. I found it strange that he'd want to be up so early, but since he was used to training even earlier, he must have been used to it. I shifted the bag on my back as I landed in the front yard and knocked on the door. Chichi answered and told me to wait outside while she went and got Gohan for me.

I sat on the grass under a tree, reading my English textbook while I waited for Gohan. I know that I waited a good half hour almost before he came outside. He stumbled a bit and flung his bag around freely, but I figured that he was just tired. After all, not many people were willing to be out this early on a Sunday. "Morning Videl," he mumbled, still half asleep.

"Good morning to you too, Son Gohan. Shall we head off to the clearing for another excellent study session?" I grinned at him, hoping he'd get that I meant it as a joke. I was as thrilled about studying as I was about wearing a dress.

"Sure… whatever… Follow me…" he mumbled again and turned toward the south entrance to the forest. I frowned at this. This wasn't Gohan at all. Then again, I figured it was just lack of sleep. I tread closer to him, linking my arm in his.

"Trying to leave your girlfriend behind?" I smiled again. It was such fun teasing.

"Heh.. no Videl… never that," he answered quickly, a perk in his voice noticeable.

I smiled to myself, but my smile turned to a frown as I got a good smell of Gohan's clothes. There was something unfamiliar about how they smelled, but I instantly recognized it and gasped inside. The smell was faint and not coming directly from his clothes, but from his skin. Gohan a pot head? Now this was something I never expected. I then remembered that there had been a big party last night, and that Gohan must have gone to it. Yet, I said nothing to Gohan.

We studied in the clearing for around two hours. Today we had decided on English and history, two subjects that came easily to the both of us. Mostly we'd quiz each other back and forth or do the exercises in the workbooks given by our teachers to especially prepare us for the upcoming exams. Gohan seemed out of it the whole time, but I still said nothing. My emotions were eating me up inside, yet I couldn't bring myself to degrade him like that. I had to speak up though.

I gathered all of my courage and took a deep breath. I knew that I was going to hate what I heard, but I knew I had to find out. For my sake. For his sake. For both of us. "Gohan?" I asked softly, trying to get his attention.

"Yes Videl? Did you have a question about the history?"

"No, no… it's not that. It's something else." I wanted to draw my question out more, but that only made me become fearful and want to not ask him. "Gohan, why have you been smoking weed?" I suddenly blurted out, a bit too quickly for my own tastes.

Gohan looked taken aback. Then he looked agitated. "What do you mean?"

"Don't lie to me Gohan. I can smell it on you. You went to that party last night didn't you?"

"So what if I did? Just because I tried something new isn't bad."

"No Gohan, it is. Smoking weed is bad for you. If you liked it, you'll want to do it again."

"It's not bad for me Videl. Can't I have a bit of fun in my life?"

"Gohan listen to me. Fun is always good, but not when it involves drugs." Tears began forming in my eyes. I hated what I was hearing.

"Look, if I do smoke again, it won't be around you. I'll be in a group with friends and I won't fly or drive."

"How can you say that Gohan? If you are high enough, you won't be able to think properly and you'll do whatever feels good at that moment."

"Well then I just won't get that high now will I?" he sneered back at me, a cold look on his face.

The tears that had been building up began falling freely. I couldn't hold them back any longer. My tears turned to anger. "Son Gohan, I raised myself to believe that smoking and drinking was bad. I've seen enough of it in my family and I don't want it to become a regular thing with you. I care too much about you for that!"

"It was just a little fun. But, if it will make you SO HAPPY, I won't ever smoke weed again."

"Damnit Gohan! We both know you couldn't keep that kind of promise. You tried it and liked it. You could at least wait until you're legal"

"Pot isn't legal so it's not like it matters."

"I meant wait until you are old enough to smoke. But you can't even do that now can you?" I continued to cry, but Gohan didn't even notice or care.

"I just want to have a little fun in my life Videl! School isn't everything. Fuck school for all I care!" he shouted at me, as his hand slapped me very hard. I bit my lip as the tears came faster. I was lucky he hadn't broken my neck with the force of that slap. I raised my hand to my cheek and felt the burning spot where his hand had laid just moments before.

"Gohan, I love you! And I only worry so much because of that! Do you really think I'd care otherwise? No, I probably wouldn't. But hell, you aren't listening to me, so what should I care? We'll talk later, when you can at least act decent.

I then gathered up my books and shoved them back into my bag. I slung it over my shoulders and ran deeper into the forest, not looking back. I was hurt and angry and scared. I knew that I had to help Gohan. Kami, I loved him with every bit of my soul and I only wanted the old Gohan back, the one who wouldn't do such things. I kept running, until I could run no more, and collapsed from exhaustion. I figured that a bit of a rest would help me some….

To Be Continued

Well, tell me what you think. I'll probably continue this later, but not right at the moment. I still need to sort a few things out with my boyfriend and I think that once I do, writing this fic will be easier. Please review