Title: Blondemail
Disclaimer: I'm not even taking credit for the stupid title pun.
Rating: PG-13 ( T ) – For mildly naughty language and a hefty dose of antagonism.
Spoilers: Erasa isn't a natural blonde! Le gasp!
Summary: ThreeShot. When Erasa discovers Gohan's secret identity as Saiyaman, she has a few...conditions. Pre-Blackmail, GhVi, NO GhE.
And now, the plot thickens...
For all your trouble, ShadowMajin, this one's dedicated to you. And many thanks to Tenchuu17 for pestering me endlessly about this fic.
PS: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KISAKUN!
Part Two: Spikes
"Tell me what, exactly?"
Leaning around a suddenly catatonic Gohan, Erasa squinted at the figure silhouetted in the mouth of the alleyway, her eyes slowly adjusting to the intense light pouring in from the street. After a few tense seconds, the person came into clearer focus and recognition dawned for the teenaged blonde. "Videl-chan?"
Stepping deeper into the cool shade of the alley, Videl revealed herself fully to her stunned audience, hands fisted on her hips and face set into a no-nonsense expression. "What aren't you supposed to tell me, Erasa-chan?" she demanded with absolutely no preamble.
Uh oh, busted.
"N-Nothing, Videl-san!" Gohan insisted as he slowly forced his taut body to turn and face his doom – er, Videl. His forthcoming innocent expression was strained and dubious. "Why would Erasa-san keep something from you?"
"She wouldn't," Videl replied, lifting one corner of her lips in a smirk as she folded her arms around her torso. Gohan's face instantly took some color as she did so, but didn't dare look away from the confident, curious face that was staring him down (or up). After holding their gazes for a few more moments, Videl shifted her eyes to focus on Erasa before saying, "Would you, Erasa-chan? Best friends tell all, right?"
"R-Right...," the blonde replied uneasily. She'd never experienced one of Videl's I've-got-you-cornered looks firsthand before. "Gohan-kun was just saying...um, confessing, really...how much he...erm...admires your...bravery. In the face of danger, and all that."
Videl's expression was understandably suspicious. With a raised eyebrow, she replied, "Really." It wasn't meant as a question, merely an incredulous statement.
"R-Really," Gohan seconded, nodding so vigorously that his normally stiff hair flopped back and forth. When he stopped, he looked a little light-headed. "I don't know how you do it..."
"Oh, I think you have a general idea," she said – accused, more like – turning to Erasa next. The interrogation continued with, "Cut the crap, Erasa. What's really going on here?"
While she fidgeted uneasily with her bracelets, Erasa discovered a lot more sympathy for Gohan and his lame excuses. It was hard to think of a decent explanation for odd behavior on the spot! "O-Okay...I'll tell you."
Videl nodded approvingly, a smirk inching across her face. She clearly suspected what Erasa was hiding and could barely hide her triumph. "Go on..."
"Gohan-kun...," the blonde began, pausing to glance at her spikey-headed friend. He was starting to turn an ugly shade of green and seemed likely to pass out at any time. The boy looked absolutely pathetic.
"Gohan-kun...," Videl repeated, urging Erasa with her tone to continue.
"Gohan-kun...," the girl began again, gulping hard as she weighed her options. Should she reveal Gohan's secret? Should she try to hide it? Could she hide it? "Um..."
Videl's patience was clearly wearing thin. Erasa hadn't seen that posture and expression since her last half-birthday when she'd forced her friend into a chick flick marathon featuring all of the Legally Blonde movies. (Videl had flatly refused to watch all six seasons of Sex and the City for anything less than her actual birthday, though.)"Just spit it out already! Sheesh..."
Finally coming to a decision (and a story she hoped was plausible), Erasa steadied her nerves for what she was about to say. "You caught us. I was just interrogating Gohan-kun about his feelings for you and then...y'know...you kinda walked in on us."
Erasa glanced at her subject to see if he was relieved or horrified. A mixture of both, it looked like. (Really, that shade of green couldn't be healthy.)
Videl's feelings about the conversation were much more clear. She was skeptical. "Is that so?"
"Y-Yeah. He was just begging me not to tell you that he's got a thing for you when – "
"Erasa-san!" Gohan interjected, thrusting himself between the two girls as if to physically block the conversation. Erasa was pleased to see that a little color had returned to his cheeks since she'd last hazarded a glance in his direction. "Wh-What are you saying?"
Erasa leaned around Gohan to fix Videl with a look that said "See? I told you so" before addressing the panicked boy. "You don't need to hide it any longer. It's okay to tell Videl-chan how you feel about her."
"B-B-But I never said – "
Erasa shushed him quickly before he could say anything to ruin her brilliant cover story. "There's no point in denying it anymore. Your secret is out," she told him emphatically, communicating more strongly with her eyes than her words. "And I know all about it. As Videl-chan's best friend, I'm, like, totally honor-bound to tell her."
Gohan seemed to have finally grasped the subtext that Erasa was trying to convey and kept his mouth shut. He nodded once to acknowledge the favor she was doing for him and said no more.
"He's madly in love with you," Erasa claimed wildly, turning back to Videl. She felt practically feverish as she spun her tale, injecting all of her matchmaking hopes and wishes into the plot. "He told me so just now. He can't sleep, he can't eat – well, not as much as usual, anyway – and he can't stop thinking about you! It's kinda sad, really."
Videl's reaction wasn't exactly what Erasa had been hoping for. There was no blush, no stammering, no elated expression, nothing. Was this girl carved out of ice?
Unperturbed, Erasa plowed on with her brilliant deception. The devil is always in the details, after all. "He, like, seriously worships you, Videl-chan. He's got posters of you on his walls – "
"E-Erasa-san!"
" – and this awesome shrine of you in his closet – "
"NO! Videl-san, she's not – "
" – and he even has your picture in his shower. I think so that he can spank the – "
"Stop, stop, STOP!" Gohan cried, lunging forward to clasp his palm over Erasa's persistently flapping lips. Far from being green, his face was now flaming red; the color started somewhere beyond his hairline and disappeared under his shirt, ceasing somewhere out of sight (possibly at the tips of his toes).
Erasa glared up at him over his fingers and complained, "Waph arr yew doingph?"
While Erasa extricated herself from Gohan's loose grip, Videl finally ventured to reply, "How stupid do you two think I am?"
The quarreling pair paused in their struggling to look at her. Erasa queried, "Huh?"
Videl continued, scoffing, "You don't really expect me to believe this bullshit, do you? I mean, I'm a junior detective for the SCPD – possibly the only detective on staff that actually solves any cases – and I don't overlook much. Do you really think that I wouldn't know it if our friend Gohan here had a crush on me?"
Erasa couldn't help rolling her eyes, even knowing how much it would provoke Videl. "Please, Videl-chan," she said in an incredulous tone. "You'd be the last person to know."
"Right, and Sharpener over there" – Videl nodded to the unconscious lump of muscular flesh behind the dumpster – "won't be the joining the Hair Club for Men tomorrow. I repeat: how stupid do you think I am?"
"I'm telling you the truth!" Erasa insisted, a little miffed at Videl's know-it-all attitude. She'd been putting up with it all afternoon and it was getting seriously old. Nudging Gohan sharply in the ribs, she turned to him and said, "Right?"
"Uh..."
Erasa glared at the waffling boy sharply and repeated, "Right?"
Quivering, Gohan finally seconded, "R-Right. I...uh...really l-l-like you, Videl-san."
"Next I suppose you'll tell me that he was here, with you, the entire time I was off helping the fire department? All the while confessing his secret desire for me?" the pigtailed champion said, sneering in contempt at the both of them. Erasa had never seen her so annoyed.
Plenty aggravated herself, the blonde replied boldly, "That's right. He was here the whole time."
Videl's eyes narrowed in Gohan's direction as she muttered, "Convenient."
Nobody said anything for a minute or two – Sharpener grunted in pain a couple of times, breaking up the strained silence – and the discomfort mounted into outright tension. Videl's righteous anger loomed in the alley like a dark cloud of miasma, practically tangible in its intensity.
"Well," she finally ventured, darting her icy gaze between her two adversaries in cold reproach. "We'd better get back to the others. Everyone went back to the museum and I'm sure they're looking for us. Let's go."
Without further ado, or even a glance backwards at either of them, Videl marched off in the opposite direction and out of sight around the corner. Either she didn't expect them to follow or she simply didn't care because she didn't bother waiting for the pair to catch up.
Erasa turned her own glare on Gohan and declared, "You totally owe me. Big time."
000 000 000
The next morning, Erasa loitered in the hallway waiting for Gohan to show his goofy face. She checked her watch every couple of seconds, keeping a careful vigil on the time, and tapped her foot impatiently every time she had to put it down without any sign of her secretive compadre. Her "woman troubles" excuse was only going to hold out with the teacher for so long before he came out to investigate.
"Come on," she muttered to herself, glancing from one end of the hallway to the other. Had he skipped? He didn't seem the type, frankly. Was he ill? Maybe with a case of scaredshitlessitis. Was he out saving the world with Videl? That seemed both likely and dangerous considering her pigtailed friend's mood lately.
"Oy!"
Erasa started a little when a deep male voice interjected itself upon her thoughts. She inclined her head to her left and fixed her eyes on the source; it was Sharpener. "Uh...hey."
Erasa rather hoped that Videl would take it a little easy on their old pal Sharpener today. Not only was he withdrawn, mopey and clearly depressed at the loss of his hair, but he was also wearing the most hideous skull cap to cover up his recent loss. It was orange and pink with a cute little skeleton on the front and had apparently been in some kind of fire itself; it was singed and blackened around the edges and sported quite a few holes that looked suspiciously like cigarette burns. Quite honestly, it looked like he'd gotten it from his chain-smoking little sister.
"The teacher wants to know when you're coming back to class," the pathetic excuse for a teenage boy informed her, eyes cast down to his shoes. (Which were also pretty ugly, now that she got a look at them. Where was his excuse for that faux pas?)
With the utmost pity in her heart, Erasa replied, "I'm still feeling pretty sick, Sharpener-kun. I...uh...need to stay out here a bit longer. Maybe you should go home, though."
Sharpener shuddered and shook his head to the negative effect. "N-No...they could be waiting for me – uh, I mean...there's nothing on daytime TV."
Erasa shook her head. He'd been paranoid all morning; she'd tried to convince him to go see the school guidance counselor, but he'd refused. Said that the "spies were everywhere," or something and he didn't want them to think he'd talked. Well, whatever...she was sure that his parents would force him to go by the end of the week, anyway.
"Okay...," Erasa began, placating him with a soft smile. She continued, "I'm gonna stand out here for a bit. You go back to class."
"Yeah..."
"Bye, then."
"...See ya."
Whew, that was close. Erasa watched the classroom door close again with the utmost relief. She'd been afraid that the teacher would force her to come back inside before Gohan showed up, thus forcing her to wait until after school to accost him. Her plans had to be put into action, like, now.
Oh, would he just hurry up?
"Why aren't you in class?"
Erasa jumped when addressed by someone behind her. She whipped around and came face-to-face with...Videl. "Videl-chan!" blondie exclaimed, pressing a hand to her palpitating heart. "You've, like, gotta stop sneaking up on people."
Videl frowned and countered, "I wouldn't be so scary if people didn't sneak around."
"I'm not 'sneaking around'! I've got cramps again this month and Mr. Shuuster said I could stand out in the hall until I feel better," Erasa replied, somewhat insulted. She shushed the voice in the back of her mind that scolded her about lying to her friends. "Anyway, what are you doing out here?"
"I," began Videl haughtily. "Just got here. There was another bomb threat made on the downtown Capsule Corp building and I had to go help the cops investigate. It turned out to be a hoax, but I figured it was still more important than homeroom."
"Was Saiyaman there?" Erasa queried in what she hoped was an innocently curious tone.
Videl, of course, looked suspicious as she replied, "Yeah, he was. Speaking of, has Gohan-kun been to class yet?"
"Of course! He's just...uh...," Erasa paused as she racked her peroxide-fried brain for a plausible excuse for his present absence. If Videl went inside, discovered that Gohan wasn't in attendance, and started putting two and two together...
"If you say he's 'gone to the bathroom,' I'm going to laugh," Videl said, a wide smile breaking across her face.
Erasa, sorely tempted to giggle herself, held it back and said, "No, he's going to see if the school nurse is in today. You know, for my cramps."
"And you couldn't go because...?"
"It hurts to move."
"Right."
Loud pounding footsteps and heavy breathing drew the attention of both girls away from each other and toward the other end of the hallway. Approaching fast, as if called to them by some mysterious force, was Gohan. He was clutching at a stitch in his side as he ran, but didn't slow down until he was right in front of the classroom door. "I'm – "
"Late!" Erasa finished for him, lunging forward to grab hold of his free arm. She looped it around herself and exclaimed, "I'm, like, totally dying here! Are you going to take me to the nurse's office or what?"
Dumbfounded, Gohan replied, "Huh?"
"I've been waiting for you to come back for almost five minutes already," Erasa claimed, pointedly looking at Videl and then back at him. "What kept you?"
Gohan, after sparing a look for Videl himself, seemed to catch on to what she was trying to do. "Oh, uh...traffic?"
Or maybe not.
Erasa did her best to ignore Videl's snorting laughter in the background as she pressed Gohan further. "I meant, what took you so long at the nurses office?"
"Oh!" replied Gohan, blushing a little. For a genius, he was a total dunce. Or maybe he just totally sucked at lying. "Uh...foot traffic. The...uh...marching band was...um...marching over...there."
Yep, that was it. Sucky liar. "Whatever," Erasa pushed on while Videl doubled over in amusement behind them. "Take me to the nurse's office now, okay?"
"R-Right..."
"Would you tell the teacher where I've gone, Videl-chan?" Erasa asked, throwing an annoyed look at her friend over her shoulder.
Videl, clearly incapable of speech through her laughter, waved one hand at her in agreement and sauntered into the classroom. Only after the door was closed did the sound of her mirth die down.
"So...are you sick?" Gohan asked once they were alone. He was gazing into her eyes with clear, genuine concern and Erasa couldn't hold back a blush. (Oh, the things she forfeited for friendship!)
"Nope," Erasa replied, releasing herself from his hold. He was cute, but heavy! "I just told the teacher that I had 'woman troubles' so that she'd let me out of class to wait for you."
"'Woman troubles'?" he repeated, his head cocked to one side in curiosity.
Erasa squealed at him. "Omigod, you're so cute sometimes, you know that?"
"Uh...what?"
"Nevermind, you don't want to know," Erasa continued, dispelling the line of questioning with a wave of her hand. "Listen, we shouldn't stay here for too long. I'm supposed to be at the nurse's office, remember?"
Gohan nodded and began meandering away from their classroom as bidden. "Where do you want to go?"
"Someplace quiet," Erasa said, pondering the possibilities as she fell into step beside him. She cupped her chin within the crook of her thumb and forefinger thoughtfully as she continued, "Someplace...private. I want to talk to you about something. I know a nice little coffee shop pretty close to here."
"I don't think we should leave campus," replied Gohan nervously. "We don't want to be caught by truant officers."
"Yeah, 'cause you're Mr. Perfect Attendance," Erasa teased with a playful roll of the eyes. "Where do you suggest, then? We don't want any eavesdroppers."
"How about the roof?" Gohan suggested. "I've only ever seen one person up there before and she should be in class right now."
"Omigod, was that the time you dropped your pants in front of Angela-chan?"
"What? No!" Gohan blushed at the implication. "I...accidentally transformed in front of her. After that, it kinda...got out of hand."
Erasa giggled at him and looped an arm through one of his as they mounted the staircase. "Do tell."
000 000 000
"That's just not right!" Erasa exclaimed as they emerged out onto the rooftop of Orange Star High, each amused in their own way over Gohan's story. "She just outed your 'secret' like that? In front of Videl-chan?"
"Yep," Gohan replied, smiling a little. He was rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, but didn't seem as embarrassed as before. "After that, Videl-san started warning me once a week to 'keep my underwear to myself'."
"No! Really?"
"Yeah, usually on Mondays," he replied with a chuckle. Setting his school bag down on the rooftop, he asked, "So, what did you need to talk to me about?"
Erasa smiled at him and said, "Duh, blackmail, of course."
Gohan looked horrified. "B-Blackmail? For what?"
"For keeping a secret from my best friend," the blonde supplied, crossing her arms over her chest like she'd seen Videl do in every no-nonsense conversation they'd ever had. She could be tough, too. "I told you yesterday that you owed me big time, remember? Well, it's time to pay up."
Gohan blushed a little before saying, "I don't have any money, Erasa-san."
"Pfft! I don't want your money," Erasa countered with exasperation. "Not only is my daddy a millionaire weapon's designer for Capsule Corp, but I'm not that kind of girl. No, I want something else from you."
Gohan seemed almost too afraid to ask. "Wh-What?"
"I want you to date Videl-chan," proclaimed Erasa to an absolutely flabbergasted Gohan.
"I – I can't do that!" he exclaimed loudly, throwing his hands up into the air with dramatic flourish. The expression on his face was so tainted with panic that it was impossible to tell whether the idea excited or frightened him more. "Are you insane?"
Erasa puckered her lower lip at him resentfully. "I am totally not insane," she insisted, her fisted hands planted firmly on her hips. "My mother had me tested. And anyway, you don't have much of a choice, do you?"
But Gohan wasn't through. He began pacing on the rooftop as he mounted his defense, his voice rising higher in pitch with every passing syllable. "Even if – and this is a pretty big 'if' here – she agreed to a date, she'd spend the entire thing interrogating me about Saiyaman! Not that she would go out with me because she pretty much hates my guts."
"She doesn't hate you, stop being such a drama hero," Erasa scolded, her baby blue eyes following his progress back and forth. He was starting to make her dizzy. "She's just got a problem with liars, that's all. It's her thing."
Gohan snorted what Erasa thought was a rueful laugh. "That's ironic..."
"What?"
"Nothing," he replied, finally ceasing his rhythmic movement. He pivoted on his heels so that he was facing her as he continued, "Why would you want me to ask Videl-san out, anyway? Sharpener-san would be happy to do it. In fact, he does it at least twice a day."
Erasa shook her head firmly against that notion. "Sorry, but she actually does hate him."
Though Gohan hardly seemed surprised by this, he asked, "She does? Why?"
"Dunno exactly," Erasa said, shrugging. "It's not, like, a huge mystery, though. It's pretty obvious that he gets on her nerves...other than that, she once told me that he was a spineless coward who would sell out his own grandmother for a jar of hair gel."
"Huh..."
"Anyway," blondie said, swinging them back to the topic at hand. "You're going to ask Videl-chan out on a date, period. It'll be this Saturday at eleven AM sharp, you'll wear something nice – not that nasty yellow suit that Angela-chan told me about, yuck – and you'll tame your hair."
Self-consciously, Gohan tangled his fingers up in his hair as she spoke. "What's wrong with my hair?"
"Nothing. It's just that spikes are so five minutes ago," Erasa informed him with a cheery smile.
Gohan looked a little doubtful. "I'm not sure about this..."
"If you want, you can come over to my house before the date and I'll fix you up. How about that?" she suggested, eagerly stepping forward to take a look at her newest project. After extricating his own fingers from the tangled nest of black spikes, she ran her own digits through them in an attempt to work it into an impromptu style. Her efforts were met with resistance, however; the second she released it from her grip, his hair sprung back to the way it always was. "Hmm...we might need some pomade. And by that, I mean a lot of pomade."
Gohan stepped away from her, looking a little flustered. He began bashfully rubbing at the back of his neck as he said, "I don't think I can do this..."
Erasa wagged a stern finger in his direction and reminded him, "You don't have a choice. I know your secret and I'm commanding you to do it. Besides," she added, a sly smile spreading across her shiny, strawberry-flavored lips. "I know you've got a thing for her."
When his face lit up like the tail lights on her daddy's Porsche, she knew she had him. Stupidly, he tried to deny it anyway. "N-No I d-don't...she's a nice girl and all, but...um...she's so forward...n-not in a bad way, or anything, but..."
Sighing heavily, Erasa reached up to pat her stuttering friend on the shoulder. "Take my advice: denial is only cute for a little while. After that, it's just kinda pathetic."
"But I'm not – "
"Not what?" Erasa interrupted, a giggle slipping out from between her lips. "Not denying your denial? Please."
Gohan's blush flared back up to full power for a second, but he managed to beat it back down again quickly. "Y-You're right..."
Erasa, equal parts pleased and surprised, inclined her ear towards Gohan's mouth so that she could hear it again. "Sorry? What was that?"
"I...I mmmph...," Gohan trailed off into nonsensical muttering.
"Sorry?" Erasa pressed, leaning in a little closer so that she might catch a little more this time. She waited patiently for him to repeat his confession.
Gohan kept her waiting for the better part of a minute, face fully aflame with embarrassment, before he finally said, "I...like her. A little bit."
Erasa wanted to squeal with joy, but held it back. Barely. "You like like her?"
Her shy classmate didn't verbalize his affirmation, merely nodded.
"And you think she's pretty?"
Another nod.
"And you've secretly wanted to ask her out for months?"
"M-Maybe not for 'months,' but..."
"And you want to get married? And have babies? And – "
"Woah!" Gohan finally interrupted, waving his hands around in a flurry of panic. As opposed to being flushed with color, his face was now paler than cafeteria hot dogs. "L-Let's not get carried away here, Erasa-san. I don't even know Videl-san very well yet and I certainly haven't thought as far ahead as babies."
"Shame," Erasa conceded, rising up on her tip toes to peck him on the cheek and whisper in his ear. "Because I've already got some cute name ideas. I was thinking Bureddo for a boy and Pan for a girl. Wouldn't that be adorable?" ( 1 )
"E-Erasa-san..."
"Sorry, sorry," the blonde girl apologized, winking at her blushing friend. "We'll pick out a color scheme for the nursery on the second date. Say, how do you feel about cloud wallpaper?"
Gohan gulped as if he were choking down a mouthful of vomit.
Stepping back a little, Erasa placated, "I was just kidding, Gohan-kun! Lighten up...Anyway, here's my phone number," she whipped out a business card littered with little hearts and stars and planted it in one of his clammy palms. It had all of her pertinent info – name, phone number, e-mail address, blood type, astrological sign, etc – on it for all his future needs. "Call me tonight after you've asked her out and we'll settle all the details of your date."
Gohan glanced down at the card, still looking a little nauseated, and queried, "What if she says no?"
"Don't worry about that, handsome," Erasa replied nonchalantly. "I'll take care of everything. And make sure to call by eight; I have to start my facial regimine early if I want to be in bed by eleven-thirty."
"S-Sure..."
000 000 000
Erasa practically skipped to the school parking lot ten minutes later, eager to get home and get started on her plans for Videl's happy marriage. With Gohan on board with the scheme, future happiness for both of her socially awkward friends was practically a lock. She just hoped they would remember her in their wedding toasts...
Humming a chipper tune, Erasa pulled her hover craft keys out of her purse and pressed the unlock button. A few yards behind her, she heard a startled beep-beep and turned around to face her vehicle with gleeful surprise. "Oh, so that's where I parked you," she remarked to the car as she approached it.
With Gohan perpetuating her "woman troubles" excuse to the teacher, Erasa felt perfectly comfortable leaving school early. She'd just hop into her hover craft, drop by some local fast food place for a quickie salad and diet soda, and then zip on home to get started on her diabolically brilliant plans. First, she had to decide on the perfect location for the date. Then, she needed to make Videl an appointment at her beauty salon, because those pigtails just had to go. (Like Erasa had been telling her since eighth grade.) And then, she needed to call the limo rental serv –
"EEE – mmmph!" was the only sound Erasa was allowed to make as a hand came out of nowhere and pressed itself to her mouth. Her keys and bag dropped uselessly to the pavement as her assailant pulled her close to him, her spine held stiffly against his hard upper body.
"Don't...make...a sound," he warned her with a low voice that sounded like tires crunching over gravel. The cheek pressed against hers was black, soft and smelled of tobacco; from her peripheral vision, it looked like a ski mask.
Erasa nodded a little in acquiescence to his demands. As if pleased by this, he loosened his grip, ever so slightly, and whispered, "Good girl. Now, hold still and this won't hurt a bit."
Before the blonde teen could even consider struggling, she felt a sharp pinch in the soft flesh of her upper arm and the numbing sting of something flowing into her blood stream. He'd injected her with something.
A few seconds later, she slumped into her assailant's arms like a rubber doll. Less than an instant after that, everything went black.
Footnotes:
( 1 ) Bureddo and Pan – As many of you already know, "Pan" means "bread" (cause her father is "rice." Get it?). In adhering to this theme, I plugged "bread" into an English to Japanese dictionary and came up with "bureddo" (which is, essentially, just a Japanese way of pronouncing the English word). So...yeah. Erasa has a thing for carbs, lolz.
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Author's Note: ZOMG, CLIFFHANGER! Wahahahaha...You didn't think I was going to do that tired old make-Gohan-and-Videl-go-on-a-date-while-Erasa-spies-on-them thing, did you? It's been done, it's boring, and it's time to move on from that. What happens next? Well, you'll just have to wait and see, won't you?
I wrote about a quarter of this back in 2008 when I first started this story, so please be nice...I did my best to edit and promote flow with my old style (not that it's changed much), but I apologize if anything seems a little off. With any luck, you're looking at this paragraph like "Whut? She crazy?" and my ramblings are entirely pointless.
Anyway, I shall try to complete this lickety-split, but y'all know how I am. SO easily distracted...but I've gotten started and I shall do my very best! Cross your fingers and toes for me, guys.
Next Chapter...Pigtails
Un-beta'd. Self-edited.
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