I don't even know WHY I sent out the last chapter 2. Recently I read over it again and I though... yuck. I also winced every three seconds, and frowned. So I had the absolute urge to wipe that chapter out a place the REVISED version out. (Basically it's the first part of the chapter (I sent a not too long ago) WITHOUT those impossible words. I also added some more to the chapter.
I am very, VERY sorry for sending out that last chapter. In one of the reviews I received, it stated that the last chapter 2 made the story very degrading. I agree one hundred percent. I apologize for even placing it out. Please give me a second chance with this new chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ... I kind of wish I did, other wise I would have put more randomness in the plotline so it would have had the same funny as it did in Dragonball. (sighs)
Chapter 2
"I just know this research project will be dull..." muttered Videl as she walked beside Gohan in the streets of Satan City. She looked down to the ground noticing a lone pebble and had a sudden urge. The urge... was to kick it as far away and as powerful as she could.
But...
She didn't do it as she continued to walk beside her classmate.
And sighing, completely exaggerating the sound as the air passed thru her lips, she began to speak once more, "I already have a hatred for this stupid assignment! It's so... so... ARGH!" And turning in a ninety-degree angle she slammed her head against the brick wall of the building, attempting to knock herself into unconsciousness.
Gohan, turning his head as he noticed her leave from his view at the corner of his eye, blinked a few times at her attempt to losing many vital brain cells. His gaze turned to concern as he took two steps towards her. And gently placing a hand over her lean muscled shoulder, he began to massage it gently. Hopefully it would bring some of the stress down.
"Videl," he murmured as he continued to gently rub her shoulder, "At least show some good behavior while in the teacher's presence. She did inform us that this project has been given years before our own." He heard her sigh once more, this time out of compulsion.
And lifting her now greatly bruised head towards her friend, she stared at him with a frown. "How is it, that you can be so... so...excited about this project?" Gohan brought his hand away from the female before him. She was obviously becoming angry. Most likely, Videl would chew his head off, in a fashion like his mother with a VERY bad case of PMS. Nevertheless, he would allow her to vent when only he was around to listen. The hybrid saiyan did not under stand why he would allow her to do so. She was like an exact copy to his mother in behavior!
He mentally shook his head.
"That's easy to answer," replied Gohan, the corners of his mouth turning up into a small smile. "My mother."
Videl and Gohan began to take the path they once did down the road as they continued to speak to each other. The female, however, began to rub her sore forehead.
"Your mother," stated back Videl as she turned her eyes up.
A nervous chuckle left his lips as he brought his hand up, and scratched the back of his head very nervously. "Yeah... she was not an easy teacher when I was a child."
Videl nodded slowly, "I can see that. You make perfect scores on all your grades."
"Yeah..." he muttered as his vision turned to the sky. "I needed to take in all the information I could and store it in my memory; otherwise, my mother would be very ruthless. Even if it was a microscopic error, she would have a seizure."
"That strict?" questioned Videl with innocent humor in her voice. "She must REALLY be the dictator in the home "
"You have no idea," Gohan replied as they crossed the street, not before looking both ways on the road for any cars that might be passing by.
"Do you ever try and counter her commands with reasoning?" questioned Videl. As the two continued to walk, they began to come into the view of the large building of Capsule Corp.
He shrugged his shoulders in the slightest manner as he looked up towards the building, "I guess, but usually at an appropriate time. The consequences usually would vary from a pan in the face to a verbal chewing. One time, she needed to be sedated because her blood pressure went to high! That high-pitched voice of hers! My mom is aware that my brother's hearing is very sensitive, as well as my own." He rubbed his hand over an ear unconsciously. "I would like to keep my keen sense of hearing when I spar against family or friends-"
"Whoa!" exclaimed Videl as she interrupted Gohan. Waving her hands before her face while keeping her eyes closed and shaking her head. Gohan just stood there blinking as his head tilted ever so slightly.
"Um... Videl?"
"YOU KNOW HOW TO FIGHT! Why didn't you tell ME, Son GOHAN?" Videl looked as if she were about to lay an egg... a really big egg... This hybrid saiyan wanted to make sure he didn't have to see her this way again; she was scary!
"Well then, do we need to lay down requirements of what I can and cannot do?" he questioned in a joking tone. The result, a smack in the face was given.
It didn't exactly hurt... but it did come by surprise. So... all Videl seemed to do as the two continued to walk was cross her arms and keep her face away from Gohan's view.
Shaking his head, Gohan glanced at the back of her head, sighing ever so lightly before he looked up to the Capsule Corp building. "Did you know that Bulma Briefs has copyright over her newest inventions?"
Stopping in mid-stride, Videl raised an eyebrow as her gaze once again turned to the saiyan. "That was very random; did you know that?" she asked him with a forming smile on her face. Gohan's only response was a hand placed behind his head with a nervous chuckle.
"But it's true!" he exclaimed as they came closer to the enormous complex.
"Whatever," muttered the female. Finally, they made it to the gates.
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(Normally I would have stopped here... but since this chapter were basically a piece of crap before, I felt the urge to jot a few more things down hopefully to make this more appealing to your senses.)
"Bulma?" called out the hybrid saiyan prince walking down a brightly lit hallway. Currently on the second floor, he and his female friend searched as best as they could for the scientist.
Gohan was able to sense where the owner of this business was; however, he needed to make it look like he didn't know the scientist's pinpointed location. Videl was already suspicious of the saiyan because he revealed a huge chunk of his interests and abilities. It wasn't everyday you met a person, who was an A+ student, knowing a thing or two about martial arts.
Videl looked around the empty halls. There was nothing to catch her interest. Sure, she noticed a few doors here and there, maybe a window or two as she continued her stride behind Gohan.
When she first heard Gohan state something about being able to find their family links and ties, she was all over it. He did inform her that there was a person he knew who could help with the research. And Videl clearly remembered Gohan stating something about having strange family ties.
The female crime fighter shrugged her shoulders. 'What ever that meant...' she thought as Gohan began to walk into a single room. She followed him in.
"Ah! Bulma!" cheerfully greeted Gohan as he walked into, what seemed, a personal study. The lavender locked doctor looked up from the many papers which sat on her desk and smiled as she gratefully slammed her pin the dark oak desk.
It was obvious that this woman was trying to find some way to get out of doing this paperwork. And having a friend she knew for many years was the solution to her issue.
"Good afternoon, Gohan! What brings you here?" the older woman asked as she took off a set of almost forgotten glasses, which perched on the edge of her nose.
The son of Goku gave the infamous 'Son Grin' as he leaned against a wall. Videl was noticed out of the corner of his eye. "I need some help, with a project I received in a class. Same with Videl, she's a friend from school who also needs help with this research assignment."
"Research?" questioned the lavender locked scientist as she leaned on the side of her desk facing both teens, shifting her eyes from the saiyan to the full-blooded human. "What kind of research?"
Reaching in his loose pant's pocket, he brought out a neatly folded piece of paper, and handed it to Bulma. As she stared at the paper, for what seemed a few moments, Gohan began to speak once more. "It's a research project on our family backgrounds."
"In other words," cut in Videl making her presence known once more, " we need to investigate our family tree. The teacher hopes we could date back to at LEAST one thousand years. If people can search that far back and record it, then they receive a perfect grade with fifteen extra points."
Bulma raised an eyebrow as her eyes slightly widened in interest. "One thousand years?"
Both male and female classmates nodded in response.
"Hm..." started the owner of Capsule Corps. Rubbing the back of her sore neck with her small palm, she tilted her mouth ever so slightly before she walked from behind her desk towards both teens.
"I think I might be able to help you," started Bulma with a weak smile, "But both of you have to be sworn to secrecy in order for me to help both of you." She gave both teens a serious look, "I can't have any information on HOW you completed your project, got it?"
Briefly taking a short glance towards each other, Gohan's smile was feint before he gave her a nod. Her smile returned his, and both teens placed their full attention towards the scientist.
"We promise, Bulma."
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Many papers were being printed by the minute!
Videl had a hard time keeping up as the printer continued to spew up information about her family line. And picking up one of the sheets of printed-paper, she raised a thin eyebrow.
This information dated back to eight hundred years ago!
She looked to the printer as it continued to 'spit' out papers by the second. It didn't look like it would stop any time soon... Videl glanced over the paper in her hands and gave a small smile. This was information about her father's side.
It did appear that this generation (from almost 1000 years back) was involved in the military. There were five brothers, two sisters. One of the sisters had a record of being a leading general for a war of that era! The other sister was a nurse as the other brothers were involved with the National Army of this country. It seemed that the youngest son in the family was one of her great grand parents.
And placing that paper back into the stack, she walked over to another pile. Another printer was going off and printing just as the one before; this one, however just finished printing.
Pausing to look at the stack of paper, she bit her lip. The list did seem almost a third the size of her father's family tree. That fact only brought a shrug to her shoulders; a smile soon ventured to her lips as she continued to look at that pile.
"Hah!" she started crossing her arms feeling very smug right about now, "This work is going to be so easy..." but her tone soon became sour and her smile dropped, "And very boring..."
Glancing over to her, Gohan raised an eyebrow at her words before he slowly made his way over to her, "Is there anything wrong?"
Not even moving positions to glance behind she shook her head left to right. The frown was clearly present. "Nothing really... except for the fact that this project is going to take more time than I hoped." Her arms came up to cross over her chest. "I really do not want to take time away from practicing at my father's gym. I have the urge to destroy another punching bag." And with unfolding her arms once more, she swiftly brought them to her sides and balled them into tight fists. If she tightened the fists with saiyan strength, then she would have broken the skin her long nails dug into.
The female crime fighter noticed the chuckle from Gohan. And spinning on her heal to turn around, she came face to face with the male. They were only inches away. It was sad really... with her height, she could only reach his shoulder. Maybe she was a few inches shorter than that, but she needed to raise her head up to stare at his eyes.
"You're laughing, Mr. Son?" she questioned.
He looked down to her, humor was clearly written in his black eyes. "Why not? I think it would be easier for you to get your information."
Videl rolled her eyes, "You should be able to find your information just as easily as I since-"
She was interrupted while he shook his head, "I need to travel to Vegetasei to get information about my father's side."
Videl's eyes widened slightly, "Ve-Vegetasei? The saiyan planet!" Her answer was a nod, a very slow nod. Her eyes seemed to become wider. "There is no way you are a saiyan..."
"Half saiyan," stated Gohan rubbing the back of his head nervously. "My dad didn't know he were saiyan until he was already an adult."
"But... why couldn't I see it! You look like... everyone else!" she exclaimed, her infamous frown come back, "Anyways, all saiyans should have tails!" She took a glance to Gohan's behind, "And you don't have one!"
Gohan cleared his throat as he took a nervous glance towards Bulma. Videl also eyed the scientist as she gave him a look of sympathy. His eyes then turned to her, "All my baby pictures up to four years old has me with a tail... it just had to be cut of-"
He was stopped when Videl placed one finger over his lips, her attempt to shush him for the time being.
"Okay, okay, fine," she stated softly looking up to him, "I hear you loud and clear. It's just a shock for me to find someone of saiyan blood." Her smirk returned on her face, "It's rumored that saiyans are very powerful in the area of martial arts, and I have always hoped to find one to teach me PROPER fighting skills."
Gohan blinked, "Proper?"
She nodded placing her hands behind her back while turning around from facing him. She began to pace around the open area of the computer lab. "I already know I'm stronger than my father, and I have every intention to beat him this year in the upcoming Martial Arts Tournament." She turned her head to the side so a smirk was noticed as well as a new glint in her eye.
Gohan laughed as he placed his arms behind his neck. "If this is your way of asking me to train you," she looked up to him hopefully, now completely turned to him, "then I'll take you as my student."
Videl's smile returned to her face. And, since smiles are contagious, he smiled back.
The clearing of a throat was noticed in the room after only ten seconds; both teens turned to Bulma who was now placing Videl's family line in two separate folders. Since the pile of papers was quite thick, she had to put the information in a braded notebook. Handing both of the folders to her, the owner of Capsule Corps smiled. "This should be enough information." Videl glanced over the bold colored folders, "But," continued Bulma, "if this isn't enough, feel free to call me. My private phone number is on the first page of the red notebook."
And looking to the first notebook, which was red, she opened the cover and noticed Bulma's phone line in thick writing. She closed up the folder once more.
"You don't know how much I appreciate this," stated Videl in a sincere voice, "I greatly appreciate all this help!"
The female scientist smiled as she nodded, "Anytime, Videl. Anytime."
And, as if right on time, Videl's watch started to beep. The crime fighter of West City (I don't like how the name was renamed after Hercule... so I'm just keeping it at this name) sighed as she looked down to her watch and pressed the button, "Yes, chief?"
"Bank robbery at 145 Southwest Street!"
She pressed the button once more on her watch, "I'm on it." She looked apologetically to Bulma, then to Gohan. "I apologize for making a hasty exit but-"
Bulma waved her hand in the air, "No need to explain. I know how that is." Videl nodded with a smile, but completely missing the point Bulma was making... The scientist turned to Gohan, "Why don't you escort Videl to the exit? I'm almost head-high with work."
"Of course," he replied, his infamous grin returning. And with out another word, Videl grabbed Gohan's hand dragging him out of the room. This was urgent for her to make it to the bank... although it was only a block away from Capsule Corps.
And while leading Videl to the door, in a jog, Gohan glanced to her out of the corner of his eye. He just had to ask... "Videl?"
"Yeah?" she asked back keeping the speed Gohan was. It was fairly fast, but not fast enough to hurt someone if they made an unexpected appearance.
"I had been meaning to ask you. Would you like to come with me to Vegetasei? I'll be leaving tomorrow."
Videl stopped her jog; it almost sounded like screeching breaks! She stared at Gohan strangely. "T-tomorrow?"
He had also stopped, and turned back to her as she questioned him. His reply, a simple nod, "Yeah. I'm sorry that it is such short notice... but it's for the research."
Videl eyed him strangely. "And how did you talk to your parents this fast? We just got the information about this project about two hours ago!"
Gohan rubbed the back of his head; "I have been scheduled to go to Vegetasei for the past week. It's more like to keep count for who's who and what business they have for not having a permanent home on Vegetasei."
Videl gave a small, 'Oh.' But her eyebrow rose once more, "Why would you have me come with you if it's only saiyans who need to come back?"
A sweatdrop fell from the side of his head; "You don't know how MANY females on the planet chase after me because I haven't exactly 'claimed a mate' yet."
"And I'm going to be the one to pretend to be your 'mate'?" questioned the crime fighter. He nodded slowly.
"Kind of, but I want to bring you along so you could see what the planet is like. I have heard one of your rants on 'why you can't visit the planet' in school," he stated trailing off. The two teens began walking once more to the nearest exit.
Videl nodded once more as she began to pick up the speed; the two began to run down the hall making up for time, "I'll have to inform my father though; I don't think he would care."
The exit to the building was in eye distance, and Videl sped up as she ran to the opened door. "Thanks Gohan! I'll talk to you later!" And with that, she raced out the entry.
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And that's the revised version; I hope this is bearable compared to the last version I sent. This is also almost three times longer too, so I really hope this made up for the horribleness of the last one. Again I apologize for that. Maybe I should be burned at a stake for that... but then I wouldn't be able to add onto any of the fics... Hm...
Please send your comments about this chapter. It's greatly appreciated!
-Takuma