Disclaimer: Goku's Daughter does not own DBZ or the plot from the movie "Chori Chori Chupke Chupke." Refer to chapter one.

Under the Surface

Written by the somewhat infamous Goku's Daughter

Chapter Two: Perfect

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The bottom line is nothing is perfect. Sometimes, things are just so great—so beautiful—that we are able to cloud all the faults and all the blemishes. When that happens we are able to see things in this perfect light. Thus we say… it's perfect.

But we know there is no such thing as perfect.

There may be no such thing as a perfect lover but could a perfect love be true? Some would say yes, even when we know better; there is no such thing as perfect.

Think about this: perfection may not bring happiness, but happiness can bring perfection in life.

Love. Games. Entertainment. Money. Love. Health. Life. Husband. Love.

The newest member of the family, Videl Son, paced nervously in her house. She just came out of the bathroom dressed in a robe with her hair tied up in a messy, towel turban. Nervously she paced, biting on her nails and murmuring out different phrases that basically said, "I'm pregnant."

"What?"

Videl froze, cringed, and then stiffened when she realized who caught her. She turned around and smiled at Chichi, her mother-in-law.

"What what?" the younger woman smiled innocently.

Chichi narrowed her eyes playfully. "You know what I'm talking about. What did I think you said?" she prodded, approaching Videl with eyes that switched back and forth to Videl's face and her stomach.

"I… I…" Videl felt the need to protest. She wanted to tell Gohan first and she wanted it to be a surprise.

"She's pregnant," came Goku's voice behind Videl.

Oh dear God, Videl thought to herself. Where are these people coming from? She turned at her father-in-law, giving him a sharp look. Goku just smiled happily, rushing towards his daughter.

He was the first to touch her stomach and it felt quite nice, Videl thought.

"And how do you know?" she asked him.

"Oh I was in the kitchen while you were in the shower. Chichi was getting groceries and I was hungry. When I heard you in here I was going to ask you if you wanted something to eat, but then I stopped when I heard you practicing to tell Gohan."

Videl's jaw hung down a bit at the lack of privacy. "I see."

"And how long did you know?" Chichi asked sharply, putting her hand to Videl's stomach. She was almost ready to shove Goku to the side.

"Only for a few hours. I still need to go to a doctor."

"And you're sure?"

Hercule's daughter nodded. "I missed my period for a couple of months and I never missed my period before. I'm not sick or anything. And I took three tests to confirm it." Her words were slightly rushed.

Chichi nodded and her husband continued to stare at Videl's belly. "I wonder if the baby is a boy or girl," the Saiyan wondered out loud. As his thoughts expanded so did his smile. It evolved into a grin.

Videl and Chichi didn't like that look much.

"What are you thinking?" the older woman asked, raising an eyebrow.

He laughed, putting his hands on the back of his head. "Oh, I was just thinking if the baby was a boy. Another child to train. Woo hoo!" He received two glares but ignored them. "But if it was a girl, that'd be great too. Hmm I wonder if female Saiyans can transform into Super Saiyans?" He stroked his chin and then laughed.

Chichi slowly pulled her hand away from Videl's stomach. "Well congratulations." Her dark eyes shone brilliantly, bright enough to illuminate a whole small town. Her happiness almost scared Videl.

Goten then walked in, wondering why everyone was gathered here. Immediately he froze from the joyful, ecstatic look on his mother's face. As usual his father looked jovial. And his sister, well, she looked nervous but happy. "What's going on?"

Videl touched her stomach. "I'm pre—"

"She's PREGNANT!" Chichi cried, cutting Videl off. She flounced to her youngest son and hugged him tightly, choking him.

"Ma—mom!"

When Chichi pulled away, she looked like she was going to cry from happiness. Goten edged away from her and walked toward his father and sister-in-law. "Congrats!"

"Thanks." Videl glanced at the clock at the edge of the room and she became alarmed. "Ah Gohan's going to be home soon. Listen, I want to tell him. You guys could watch since I know you all will probably eavesdrop."

They looked at her and nodded. She was right.

Videl ushered them towards the carpeted stairs. "Ok, upstairs!"

Chatting happily amongst themselves, they went to the upper floor without making a fuss.

Videl exhaled loudly and soon Gohan walked through the door. He looked somewhat exhausted, or irritated, or maybe both. He dropped his briefcase on the floor, loosened his tie and spotted his wife. He smiled and kissed her.

"How was work?" she asked, unaware that a glow radiated from her.

"Ah okay. Your father wanted me to do some business stuff. School was alright. Kids these days…" He cringed. "I don't want to talk about work. It's boring. What were you doing today while I was gone?" He lead his wife to their long sofa and sat her down. Fascinated with her and excited with the thought that she was naked under the robe, the half-Saiyan began to unravel her towel turban. He ran his fingers through her hair.

Videl narrowed her eyes at husband suspiciously. "Are you tired?" He nodded and allowed her to place his head on her lap. Soothingly she smoothed out his thick hair. Then, with both of them comfortable, she began to spill her tale.

"Well… I didn't do much… As usual these days I went to Daddy's dojo. When I came back, I found some surprising news."

"Good or bad?" He didn't sound too thrilled but interested.

She smiled. "Oh, bad," exaggerating 'bad' so much to make him look up. Videl deliberately mislead him.

"What is it?"

"There's something growing inside on me," she said in a voice above a whisper.

Horrified, he sat up, grabbing her shoulders. "Do you have cancer or a tumour?"

She smiled weakly. "No. It's a baby." Videl stayed silent for a while as those words sank in her husband's head.

"Baby?" he asked, his lips curving upwards. A nod was all that he needed for assurance. And she did so slowly, helping him understand.

"You're pregnant?" Gohan said, touching her face and glancing down at her flat stomach.

"Yeah Gohan, I'm pregnant." She paused, then corrected herself. "We're pregnant."

The half-Saiyan reached out to hug her tightly. His smile stretched ear to ear. "Did you go to the doctor yet?" he asked suddenly.

She shook her head.

"Well I want to go with you when you do. I told you I'm going to be with you every step of the way."

Gohan never ceased to amaze her. She knew she was a lucky person to have found a man who loved her so much. "I know." It warmed her heart to know and feel this; she couldn't help but smile.

Suddenly Gohan looked upwards, his eyes scanning near the stairway. He could hear voices in the house, which made him laugh softly. His dad gave it all away. "You guys could come out now!" Gohan called.

His parents and younger brother entered the room, continuing to happily buzz about Videl's pregnancy.

There was much celebrating to do.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes I am."

"Okay, fine. Then I guess we're done."

"No wait! I want to know!"

Videl smiled playfully at Gohan, holding the ultra-sound photograph between her fingers. She had another appointment with the obstetrician-gynecologist and since it was during noon, Gohan had to miss it because of work. She persuaded the hybrid that she would be fine accompanied by his mother, Chichi. Gohan really would have liked to be with her, after all, he did promise to be with her every step of the way, but Videl could be a very convincing woman when she wanted to be. Very.

"It's a—"

He interrupted her again. "No. I change my mind. I want to wait till you give birth."

Videl gave him a sharp look before it softened. She smiled slyly. "Yes, wait for another three months," she paused, staring at the indecisive Gohan. "Make up your mind."

Another moment passed. "Okay. I'm sure. Tell me."

The dark-haired woman sat beside the man in his suit. Her stomach was swollen considerably and she could only wear the maternity clothes that she bought recently. She held up the picture and picked out the baby's body parts.

"Here's the head… the arm… another arm… the leg… another leg…" she then halted, pointing in between the legs. "And there is no thing…"

Gohan hung on to her every word and she enjoyed watching his amazed, thrilled face when she said her last words.

"We're having a girl!" he whispered excitedly. He blinked once. Then twice. "A girl!" he suddenly shouted, pulling Videl into an embrace. "A girl." His voice was much softer the second time.

"Yup," she laughed, feeling his face burrowed in her neck as he held her. "A baby girl."

It was a bright, cheery afternoon. The sun was out shining. The breeze was calm and gentle. The plants were lively, healthy and lush. The scenery was beautiful but Gohan and Videl chose to spend their day inside.

Gohan was dressed in old overalls, matching the attire of his pregnant wife. It has been a couple days since he learned the sex of the baby. Now the couple were painting the baby's nursery.

He wiped off the bead of rolling sweat from his forehead before dipping his rolling brush into the pale, pink paint. The hybrid glanced at his wife, making sure she wasn't straining herself or in any pain. He knew if he would say anything, his wife would give him another irritated glare and may release her moody anger on him. He didn't really want that.

"Are you sure you want pink for the room?" Videl asked, sitting on the floor and carefully painting where the rollers cannot reach or touch. Her nose cutely scrunched up in some sort of distaste.

"Well the baby is a girl," Gohan pointed out, rolling the thick liquid on the walls. The opened windows allowed a soft breeze to enter the room, which helped the paint dry faster and cleared the stuffiness of the strong smell.

"So? I'm a girl and I hate pink," she responded, dipping the brush in another container. She looked at him and soon he, feeling her eyes on him, returned her stare.

"What else do you suggest?" he asked.

Videl looked at her husband smartly. "We should paint it yellow; it works for both sexes. After this girl, we could have a boy next."

He stroked his chin. "Well we can paint it baby blue for the boy. It won't be difficult moving furniture in and out of the room. I am a Saiyan." He didn't know why he was being so proud.

Videl carefully eyed him. "Okay. Whatever you say." She gave him another sly look. "If you're so powerful Saiyaman, catch this!" She threw her paintbrush at his face.

He was lucky he closed his eyes or else he would have been blinded by paint. Her aim was good and she was so lively. He easily wiped the pink liquid onto his old clothes, glaring at his wife. "This means war!"

Gohan rolled his brush on her arm and Videl laughed at him when she threw more paint in his hair.

Oh weren't paint fights fun. It became even more fun afterwards when the husband kissed and made love to his pregnant wife.

It was days later though that Videl and Gohan were finally able to complete the nursery. With his Super Saiyan abilities, Gohan effortlessly brought in white, bright furniture that included a white horse and rocking chair.

Videl, dressed in a snow-white maternity gown, stood at the doorway with a small smile on her face. Gohan came from behind and wrapped his arms around her. He couldn't be happier.

"I can't wait for this baby to be born," he told her.

"I can't either," she responded. Then he kissed her temple, embracing the warmth of her small body against his.

They stared into the beautiful room for a little longer before the half-Saiyan dragged his fair wife into bed. Life for them was perfect and they couldn't wait for it to get better.

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Life can be perfect, but there is no such thing as perfect. There are always faults, blemishes and hardships, but without them, how will we know when life is great?

When everything goes well and happiness over joys a person…

Love. Husband. Parents. Guardians. Love. Life. Pregnancy. Baby. Love.

…life then sure seemed perfect.

However, this perfection is often short-lived.

Author's Note: Another happy chapter, which is good I suppose because lately I haven't been writing happy things (I pre-write things far in advance for most stories and mind you, I wrote this chapter years ago). Well, I must thank the kind, kind reviewers for the last chapter. You've made me happy and encouraged me to actually re-read this more thoroughly. Though I admit, writing something without attention and posting it will haunt me later on.

So anywho, as promised there will be some angst. The rough draft for this whole story has already been typed up but there are many factors that will affect the following posts.

a) If I feel like editing it. I'm not lazy but I have to be in the mood to read properly.
b) Depending on the responses I get. If I'm writing for an audience who's reading and want more, sure I'll post. If not, then what's the point in doing work for no one reading?
c) SCHOOL! –freaks out- SCHOOL! As if high school didn't stress me enough…

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That's basically it. Thanks for reading and do me a favour and review!

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