The Many Victories of Erasa the Blonde
Haha. When this idea passed through my mind, I thought it was really weird, so I wrote it.
Notice: Keep in mind that most of Erasa's victories will not be physical. Most of her wins will be made just by her sheer blonde mental powers. Whatever that means. Also, please take no offense at any overdone moments of 'blondeness.' This story is only meant to be a bit of quick, light-hearted humor. I'm a blonde myself, so if I'm not taking it seriously, then neither should you.
This is a major AU, so just a quick list of changes: Capsule Corp is on the outskirts of Satan City, for convenience's sake; Gohan does not attend high school and is instead employed at CC; Erasa is…uh, you'll see.
Disclaimer: Even though this story is a major AU and tons of aspects have been changed, I still own nothing.
Chapter One: Erasa Defeats Videl, or, The Nightmare of Shopping Unveiled.
Lunch: every high school student's favorite part of the day.
This particular day, Erasa, Videl, and Sharpener were seated at a shady lunch table in a relatively quiet corner of the school courtyard.
"Oh my gosh Videl, is it true?" Erasa questioned her dark-haired friend. "I heard rumors that the Gold Fighter appeared again this morning! Did you see him?"
"Yeah, he was there," Videl replied, wide-eyed, to the blonde seated across from her. "He saved my life again. Only this time, instead of catching bullets with his bare hands, he stopped an oncoming 16-wheeler by merely kicking it in the grill! The guy's amazing, Erasa. I don't know how he does it, but somehow my dad's explanation of 'tricks' just doesn't cut it."
"Whoa," Erasa gasped. "Did you get to talk to him?"
"Not really…He helped me up and asked me if I was alright, so I replied yes, but he just nodded, then ran across the street and grabbed five enormous bags of groceries before sticking two fingers to his head and disappearing into thin air!"
"Grocery shopping?" Sharpener raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, apparently," Videl nodded. "It seems so weird to think of him as leading a normal life somewhere, but I suppose he does. I mean, where else is he going to get food other than a grocery store? I don't think he lives on a farm and raises livestock or grows crops or anything. He was dressed kind of business-y. It just doesn't fit."
"Wow, he's so mysterious," Erasa commented with stars in her eyes. "I wonder what his name is!"
"It doesn't look like he's about to tell anytime soon, Erasa," Videl replied. "Don't get your hopes up. I'll keep trying to figure him out though; you can guarantee it. Come on, let's get to chemistry class." Picking up the remains of her lunch and tossing them into a nearby trashcan, she stood up, the two blondes following suit, and walked to class.
"So, for this weekend's homework, you're to read the section in your book about fuel and efficiency," the professor droned at the front of the classroom. "You can have the rest of the period to yourselves, but I suggest you get started on the assignment."
The class instantly burst into chatter since most of the students stopped listening immediately after the free period was announced.
Videl flipped casually through the assigned section of the book to check on its length. One name popped out at her, and she read over a few of the surrounding lines.
"Wow, these books are really new," she commented. "They even mention Gohan Son and his work on jet fuel. That's pretty recent."
Sharpener scratched his head, "Who's Gohan Son?"
"Even I know who he is, Sharpie!" Erasa was baffled by the jock's lack of knowledge, especially compared to her own. "He's like the top scientist at Capsule Corporations besides Bulma Briefs! They're like, partners!"
"Honestly Sharpener, that's like asking who Albert Einstein is! Gohan Son did a lot of work on the capsule jets and their fuel, not only making them even faster, but more efficient with the fuel they use, and better for the environment," Videl added, paraphrasing from the book. "Definitely brought in a lot of revenue for the company."
"He's seriously a genius!" Erasa continued. "I heard he's like our age too."
"Sounds like a nerd to me," Sharpener folded his hands behind his head and leaned back in his chair.
"Probably," Videl stated. "But who's to say for sure? There aren't any pictures of him anywhere!"
"Ha, probably because he's too embarrassed by his geeky looks to let any of them be released to the public!" Sharpener smirked.
"Whatever Sharpener," Videl brushed him off with a wave of her hand. "Anyway, Erasa, are you busy tomorrow afternoon? You see, my dad decided to hold this party in a few weeks, and he's forcing me to wear a dress. I, um, don't actually own a dress, so I was hoping you could come with me to, um, buy one."
"Is Videl Satan, eternal enemy of the mall, actually asking me to go shopping with her?"
"Don't put it into those terms, Erasa!" Videl grunted through gritted teeth. "I'm asking you because I don't want to be alone in the damned place. It might rape me of my innocence or something because it's so evil! Plus, my dad will ground me from police work for a month if I don't comply."
"I can't go tomorrow - "
"What!" Sharpener exclaimed. "You're passing up the opportunity to take the city's biggest tomboy (and, might I add, hottest) to buy a dress! Erasa, this is your forte! I'm shocked! I'm mortified! I'm – ow!"
He rubbed his head after being smacked by Videl for his comment and for being irritating.
"I won't pass it up though!" Erasa continued from where she had been interrupted. "I'll take you tonight Videl! I'm just busy tomorrow afternoon. It's my mom's uncle's 60th birthday and we're going to visit him. He lives kind of far away though, so it will be a long drive, which is why I won't get back in time to shop!"
"Where does he live?" Sharpener had relaxed back in his chair once again.
"Up the in mountains, like the Mount Fry-Pan area or something."
"Wow, long ways away," Sharpener whistled. "Hope you don't die of boredom on the way there."
As Erasa rolled her eyes at the jock, the bell rang, ending the school day.
"Come on, Videl!" Erasa shouted enthusiastically while dragging her friend out of the classroom. "I'm going to make you gorgeous! I'm a future fashion designer after all!"
Videl groaned and let herself be dragged.
Meanwhile, Gohan Son was unpacking groceries for his mother in their mountain abode.
As he placed endless bags of noodles and rice in the cabinets, his thoughts turned to the girl he had rescued earlier in the day.
It was twice now that he had coincidentally ended up in the area of a major crime, and both times she had shown up. His ears had picked up on the name 'Videl Satan.' Satan as in Hercule? If she was his daughter, then she was definitely nothing like the fame-seeking fool. She seemed slightly arrogant, in that she hadn't wanted to accept his help during the first crime, but her reasoning behind it seemed to be that she didn't want any ordinary citizens to get hurt. She's got some courage, risking her life like that…
And boy, is she pretty…
He blushed at what he had just caught himself thinking. It was true though. She had the most beautiful periwinkle eyes. Get real, he sighed to himself. I don't even know her! Besides, I don't have time for girls since I'm working full time. After years of his mother's rigorous tutoring, partnered by lab training under Bulma's watchful eye, he had finally taken on a top position at Capsule Corp just a year before. He currently worked and lived there five days a week and managed a three-day-a-week sparring schedule with Vegeta on top of that. His weekends were spent with his family though.
"Brother, why is your face all red?"
Speaking of family, Gohan was snapped back into reality Goten staring intently at his blushing cheeks.
"Eh heh, no reason squirt!" he answered, scratching the back of his neck.
From the doorway, Chichi smirked. She knew exactly why he was blushing. She could decipher that kind of embarrassed smile from a mile away.
"Oh my gosh! We're here!" Erasa grinned from outside of the mall's doors. Next to her, Videl sank her shoulders in defeat.
"Let's go, let's go!" The blonde began to usher her friend in.
"Hold it Erasa!" Videl dug her feet into the ground. "Let me at least take a breath and relax before I have to face my worst nightmare!"
The blonde pouted, but complied.
Several Zen breaths later, Videl managed to successfully enter the mall, Erasa following close behind her to block her exit.
"The only way out now is through!" she smirked to the horrified daughter of Hercule.
Videl could only gulp and nod in response.
"There's our destination!" Erasa giggled, pointing to a boutique in the distance.
The two girls wandered across the vast expanse, one more reluctantly than the other, to the shop. Once inside, Erasa pulled several dresses of the racks, oblivious to the grimaces and protests coming from Videl about the colors and cuts of a few of them, handed them to her friend, and shoved her in a changing room.
Taking a seat to wait for her friend, she grabbed the newspaper next to her to pass the time, but gasped as she saw what was on the front cover. She immediately began to read through the article.
"Okay, here's the first decent one." Videl stepped out of the changing room in a lavender cocktail dress that brought out the more violet shades in her eyes. "What do you think?"
"I think it looks fab, Vi!" She clapped her hands excitedly, but then smirked. "But I'm sure his adjective of choice would be 'sexy!'"
Erasa flipped the newspaper around, revealing to Videl a giant picture of the Gold Fighter, with a slight smile on his face, helping her up from the ground.
"Oh my – Erasa! Where did you get this?"
"Special edition newspaper, printed just after the event!" She smirked. "And I must say, Videl, you have good taste! This guy is super hot!"
"What!" Videl went red in the face. "We don't like each other like that! I don't even know the guy!"
"The scene you're making right now just about confirms it for me that you're head over heels for him."
Videl looked ready to scream.
"But it's ok, Vi! He likes you too!"
"What! How can you tell?"
Erasa only smirked more as the dark-haired girl tried to act angry to cover her obvious interest.
"Look at the way he's smiling at you in the picture! He totally likes you – he's just shy!"
"Him? Shy? Erasa, he stopped a truck with his foot!"
"That has nothing to do with how his personality is! He's shy! I can tell by the way he dresses: not bad at all, but just too conservative. I'd be willing to bet he was grocery shopping for his mother!"
"Okay, fine. He's shy. But I still don't like him!" Videl huffed and crossed her arms over her chest.
Erasa could only giggle at her friend.
End notice: Hmm, I don't think the weird part has been revealed yet.