If a person of half decent general knowledge were spying on Videl Satan right now, they would know for certain that she was dreaming. But of course they could have no clue as to what she could actually be dreaming about.
Gohan certainly didn't have a clue. He shifted his gaze like a cat might when it heard an unfamiliar noise. Spying was wrong. And if he was caught crouching on Mr Satan's daughter's open window ledge, he might possibly go to prison. For a very long time. Sometimes they made exceptions, even for seventeen year olds.
They'd call him a pervert and throw him to the lions. But he wasn't a pervert; he was just infatuated with her. He didn't just have a schoolboy crush on Videl Satan; he was madly in love with her. He fell asleep thinking about her, dreamt about her all through the night and then woke up with a clear image of her smiling face. Or scowling face. Whichever one he had seen the most of the day before, usually the latter of course.
She moaned out loud, a sound that was so delightful to his ears that he almost crept onto the thick carpet of her room. He blushed a deep crimson and wondered whether she dreamed of him the way that he dreamed of her.
Summer was only just coming into season but it was already boiling hot in this region of the world, and that explained the open window. This was only the third time that he had felt the urge, the instinct, to come here at night. The first two times his view had been obscured by curtains and he had spent barely five minutes here.
This time however, his view was unobstructed and the covers were thrown off her body, only covering her from the knees down. He'd barely moved for an hour. He knew he shouldn't be here, it wasn't right. If she ever found out…
Her hair was free of its clasps and flowed freely in a fashion that he had never seen on her before. All she wore on her body were her white cotton undergarments and a very small, very tight pink tank top that clung to her upper body like a second skin. It rode up her midriff to a point just below her breasts, exposing her bare stomach. Gohan had never seen her in pink before either, he wondered if she thought it too girly to be seen in public while wearing it. Absentmindedly he mused to himself that it suited her quite well.
He grinned like a dazed idiot that only a genius such as him could pull off.
In a sense, Videl's dream did involve Gohan, or at least it involved Saiyaman, whose identity still remained a secret to all. And it was far from erotic.
Despite this, she still didn't like the amount of her skin that was on show. She was actually watching herself from without her body, as if she was watching herself on the six o'clock news like she ended up doing at least once a week.
Erasa and a couple of the other girls had taken her out shopping a couple of months ago, where they had forced all kinds of horrendous items of clothing upon her body. Before she had become a teenager she had loved skirts, back in the day when they went past her knees and almost always to her ankles.
But she had tried on short skirts with these girls on this trip, albeit in the safety of a large changing room where they had all stood. But these were skirts that only ever said hello to her knees for a brief second, for they all ended around her mid thigh. They all said that she looked incredible, and secretly she had agreed. One of them even said that Gohan would probably jump on her if he saw her in one of those. Dreamily she had agreed, before clasping a hand over her mouth in shock.
But she could never actually wear one of these things in public. What would people think?What would people say?
And it was precisely one of these skirts that her dream self was wearing right now, along with a top that she knew rested in the bottom drawer of her dresser that also left little to the imagination. Plus, her hair was different; it remained long, but was loose, free from her pigtails. Occasionally she wore a ponytail, but hadn't left it unbound outside the comfort of her own home for a good few years; it just wasn't practical.
What worried her even more than her attire however, was the fact that she was fighting. Fighting and losing. Videl Satan did not lose.
The disembodied Videl shouted at her dream counterpart to get herself in order. This generic goon shouldn't be causing any problems at all. But he was, and that was because she was fighting like a girl. She had even tried slapping her assailant at one point. She was fighting as though she was someone that needed help, needed to be saved.
There was a decent crowd gathered, a mix of police and citizens, all looking on as gormlessly as each other. Videl, the one that wasn't fighting, tried to move, but felt that she was rooted to the spot, or rather she was 'on-rails', like those light gun games that you could play in arcades.
She shouted as a punch from the male was about to connect, but she needn't have bothered, as her saviour had arrived.
Due to her anger, she didn't even see how he dealt with the criminal. But that didn't matter. Right now the one who her anger was directed at was this idiot in green stood right here.
"Go away!!" Both of her selves screamed in unison. Sometimes she just hated him. Sometimes.
"But I came to save you." He replied, the tone ever so slightly nervous and even more familiar than it usually was.
The Videl wearing the skirt immediately went on the offensive, as she quite often did to him when she was having a particularly bad day, or was in an especially bad mood with the masked hero. This time she was fighting to the other Videl's satisfaction, who now realised that she hadn't fought all out because she didn't want anyone to see up her skirt.
But this was Saiyaman, whose help she understood was undeniably helpful, but hateful all the same. If she could beat him it wouldn't matter if some onlooker caught a glimpse of her panties. Now she was in her own body, and felt like she had a little more control over her body.
She'd never give up, not in a million years, but she knew she was losing. He was dancing around her attacks with that damned smirk plastered over the lower part of his face, the bit that she could see. He was without cape, and had a scarf over his head that billowed a few feet out behind him and those dark sunglasses.
For a fleeting moment she thought that he looked pretty cool when the sunlight gleamed off of the glasses. Plus he was undeniably handsome; he was tall and strong. With a yell she urged these weak thoughts from her mind and focused her attacks. But as she did so, she was caught.
One of his large hands, that she had never realised were quite so big easily spanned her lower back and pulled her close to his body, and her arms were trapped between their two torsos.
Her heartbeat rose quickly, and it wasn't because of any physical exertion.
The pressure on her back was firm but far from painful, in fact she welcomed it and his little finger had found its way slightly beneath the fabric of her top. She could have sworn that he had been wearing those white gloves but the skin contact was obvious and made her breathing heavier.
"This is stupid." He spoke smoothly as he brushed the fingertips of his free hand through her hair. She thought about trying to will herself awake and out of this dream, because even when in her body she knew that this was just that – a fantasy.
But she soon realised that that was far from what she wanted.
His free hand took one of her own and brought it up to his lips, where he kissed it softly. Her breast was heaving and her entire body tingled like it had never done before.
"You know the saying, make love not war." As he spoke those last four words she knew that – dream or not – whoever Saiyaman was, he didn't just want to stop the arguing and become allies and friends, he actually wanted to make love to her.
He had loosened his grip on her and she was able to bring her right hand up to his face. Her dainty little fingers found the edge of the scarf and pushed backwards, moving through the soft, dark hair beneath. The cloth fell to the floor and she knew a matching pair of dark eyes awaited her own beneath the glasses.
As she deftly removed the final barrier to his identity she realised that they were no longer in a crowded street in Satan City, but back in her own bedroom, an exact replica of the one that the real Videl Satan slept in right now, watched by the boy that she was dreaming about.
Suddenly she was floating again, simply a viewer to this. She was now watching herself kissing Gohan feverishly, she could hear every moan, gasp and smack of lips. She then had a premonition. She was about to say something stupid.
"Hey you! – I mean me!" She shouted it, but she knew no one would hear her. She waved her arms about and screamed not to say anything.
"I want to feel you deep inside me." She moaned. The other Videl screamed.
The real Videl Satan woke just before they had descended into a mass of sweaty bodies and tangled limbs, with a very (in)decent recollection of what had occurred during her dream that had started out so innocently.