A/N: Hello! I'll write now…
I DO NOT OWN DRAGON BALL Z, OR THE SONG 'FRAGILE TOUGH GIRL' AND- okay, hold on. Is this really necessary? I mean, Dragon Ball Z and crap people encourage up to be fans and crap so… Anywho, hello to Gohan's 1 Fan, who seemed to like this story a lot…
Fragile Tough Girl
When times are the worst
You see whom you've gotYou know what is real
And you find out what is not
When you're upset, it's usually best to distract yourself and by the time you get thinking about the huge problem you have again, it won't normally feel so big. The same concept works for me. Most people would ignorantly assume that I, being a fighter, would take my frustrations out on a punching bag or one of my father's groupies. But they are quite wrong. Fighting tends to get me worked up and then once I get my mind back on the subject of the problem, it seems even worse. So instead, I've taken up the habit of pulling on some flannel pants and a comfy tee shirt and drowning my sorrows in a big ol' bowl of cereal while sitting in a small, secluded space somewhere in my house.
The night my father had announced his engagement was no different. And as usual, dad was the source of my problem. I sat in my empty bathtub, throwing Alpha Bits up into the air and catching them in my mouth and tried to get my mind to focus on other things. Like the Gold Fighter, for instance. His behaviour still confused me- on one side; there was this cocky, forward, rude warrior with enormous power and on the other; a smart, obviously kind sort of guy who seemed to be sort of sweet. I knew I had a bit of a crush on the Fighter- I had accepted that idea several months before. I admired his skill as a warrior and his dedication to helping others. I just didn't like the fact that I had no clue what his real name was and that he kept getting away from me. "But not for long…" I whispered.
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"So I'm like 'No, you hang up' and he's like 'No, YOU' and I'm like…" I was sitting in my TA the next morning, pondering the purpose in my life, and I had just reached the conclusion that it was to kill Eraza. I had decided to fulfil this calling à le James Bond and was trying to decide which method to use when my so-called best friend stepped out of her Twilight World for the first time in years. "Videl! Aren't you listening?"
"Of course I am," I managed dryly.
"Sure. Whatever you say. What's wrong with you this morning?"
"My dad's getting married," I explained softly, nearly choking on my words.
The blonde's face lit up. "Oooh! How sweet! Who is she? Is she nice? Do you like her? You're gonna be a bride's mate, right?"
I winced. "No, no, no and hell will freeze over before I take place in the god-damn ceremony."
Eraza's face fell. "Why not? I'll bet you haven't even said three words to each other. You should loosen up a bit, Vi. Maybe then you'll actually be able to get yourself a date," she sneered, as if angry at me for not liking the concept of a stepmother. It was probably because her mom was one and Eraza's stepbrother had been totally obnoxious to her at first, but still… GRR! Friends are supposed to at least act like they care! Or try to understand! Or something…
"Maybe I am prejudging a bit but I'm sure that she's just like every-" Wait! My mind screamed, did she just say I couldn't get a date? "Argh! Never mind. I don't know why I bother talking to you. You're a total backstabber."
Harsh? Maybe. Satisfying? Hell yeah! Eraza glared at me, but shut her mouth. She knew not to stir the pot too much. Sharpener however, was still living in the Copper Age. "What's your problem, Videl?" he demanded rudely, not using a pet name for me for the first time in months. "You don't have to be so bitchy to everyone." That actually left me speechless. No matter how I acted, no one had ever called me a bitch before. Especially not Sharpener! I glared daggers and small swords at the male blonde and began to pout.
I was pulled out of my fuming and confusion by the sound of dry laughter. The three of us turned around to see Gohan shaking his head and chuckling at our argument. "So, Mr. Tough Guy, you find this funny, do you?" I asked, regaining my authority.
He looked at me directly in the eyes and stopped smirking. He paused, giving me the idea that he was threatened by me, but proved me wrong when he sternly replied, "Yes." I frowned at his (one-word) rude response, but remained silent because our teacher had just arrived (late) and demanded that we all 'sit down, shut up' and let her take attendance.
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Gohan never ceased to amaze me. During our first period, he managed to blow an entire wall out of Chemistry lab and not get in an ounce of trouble. We all knew he meant to cause the explosion- he was too smart to make mistakes- but when the teacher saw the scowl on his face that did little to mask the look of pure pleasure, she spared him (and herself) the lecture and instructed us to clean it all up while she went to the little girls' room to (probably) faint. Son Gohan simply perched himself on top of a stool while the rest of us slaved away. I was just picking up pieced of broken glass from the shattered beakers when my watch went off and the police chief begged that I come assist the force with a mass murder that had locked himself in a nearby building. Secretly thanking every Deity in the book for getting me out of clean-up duty. I took one last look around the room, and saw that Gohan was nowhere to be seen. Shrugging it off, I ran outside, de-capsulated my copter and got ready for action. (cliché? Mais oui!)
The crime scene was only about ten kilometres away so I arrived quickly and landed just in front of another volunteer, the Gold Fighter himself. Jumping out of my yellow jet, I eyed his feet, which weren't covered by anything. "Decided to go 'au-naturel' today, huh?"
He flashed a quick grin. "Didn't have time to put on shoes because this incompetent police force wouldn't have lasted much longer."
"What do you mean by 'much longer'?" I inquired, perplexed.
He raised one well-muscled arm and pointed in the direction of the criminal already being towed away by some of the cops. Seeing the slightly irritated look on my face he explained, "The mission was an insult to our abilities. The guy was totally weak and he only had one gun. Once again, Captain 'Skippy' and his squirrelly men failed to interpret the danger properly, therefore wasting both of our time." I giggled at his sarcastic attitude and then prepared to attempt once again to interrogate the Gold Fighter.
"So, why do you fight crime?"
"Because I enjoy your company."
"Uh huh," I replied, equally sarcastic. "And why do you enjoy my presence?"
"I don't know. Maybe it's your pretty face," He answered. "But I've got to go now. Bye…" He smirked/smiled a bit, KISSED my cheek and dashed off towards a nearby alley. Despite the fact that I was totally stunned from the gesture, I followed him over to the alley rather quickly, just in time to see a black haired man disappear into thin air.
"Damn!" I peered around the narrow road and noticed that the Gold Fighter's sash was lying on the ground. I quickly picked it up; excited with discoveries I had made that day. Who would have thought? Gold Fighter's not really blonde! But there was another thing on my mind. I reached up and felt the blushing cheek on which Gold Fighter had kissed me. What's that supposed to mean?
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Also, a minor note; my boss had decided that I need to work every waking moment I'm out of school, so please don't expect a daily update. However, reviews ARE motivation…
