Disclaimer: I do not own Dbz, it's characters or plotline; this belongs to Akria Toriyama and Toei Animation.

Note: I have decided that, for the first few chapters, I will be posting more frequently than once a week. This will get the story going much faster. I'm taking Spring classes in May, so it should slow down a bit during that time.

I'll tell her. I'll tell her everything.

Videl's POV:

Time feels frozen. I look up from his legs to see his smile again. His smile remained soft, but his eyes held an unfamiliar intensity. His steps falter slightly; rather than stopping a comfortable few feet from myself, Gohan stops right in front of me, no more than a foot between our chests. He's shifting his weight from side to side. He must be nervous.

"Hey, Videl?" I can't tell whether that was meant to be a statement or a question. I can already feel my palms becoming clammy from the anticipation. Gohan was never a forward or assertive person to begin with. Although most of the time it absolutely drives me insane when he stutters through his sentences, it was familiar and predictable. This Gohan was different.

Despite his new-found confidence, I can faintly make out the pink tint on his cheeks. I can also feel the heat of my own blush coming back to my cheeks. I move my eyes from his cheeks to his eyes. Those beautiful eyes; they're so deep. They hold a tender warmth, often uncommon in a fighter. His gentle nature certainly contrasts with the power he holds. His power. I don't fear it. I know he would never do anything to hurt anyone without reason. He would never hurt me.

I shift my gaze to the rest of his face. He looks...confused? Oh right; he's waiting for a response. Be cool Videl; just act natural.

"Y-yes, Gohan? What's up?" I'm an idiot. How did I become the one to be a stuttering, blushing mess?!

Gohan finally tore his eyes from mine and my chest felt lighter. Had I been holding my breath? He turned his head to look off the side of the Lookout, watching the clouds moving ever so slightly with the wind. His expression unreadable. Why is everyone so damn dramatic today?

"Gohan?" His eyes did not leave the skyline. Why isn't he looking at me?

"Is there something wrong?" I feel my eyebrow twitch slightly. I raised my voice a little louder, but not too loud as to draw attention.

"Gohan? Will you at least look at me?" My fists clench tighter.

I reach my right hand up to his chest and grab a fist full of his shirt. Memories of my encounters with Gohan before the reveal of his alternate ego, Saiyaman, came flooding back. The many times I had chased him, demanding to know his identity. In all honesty, I kind of liked the challenge. I never back down from any task, no matter the odds. When it comes to secrets, I dislike the unknown. I fear the unknown. I can tell he has a secret on the tip of his tongue, and I want to hear it. I need to hear it.

I yank harshly on his shirt, pulling the top half of his body slightly closer to mine.

Damn, he's heavy.

Any other guy would have been flipped over my shoulder from the sheer force. Intimidating a confession out of him is going to be a lot harder. This action drew his eyes back to mine, slightly wider from the realization that I had been trying to get his attention.

"Sorry, Videl. Just caught up in my thoughts. I'm not really sure how to say this." His hands are clenched at his side, tightening with every word he spoke. I've never seen him this nervous before. Whatever he has to say must be important, but is this right? Should I be forcing him to open up?

I signed in response. My grip on his shirt slackened considerably, but my hand remained on his chest. I felt the inner turmoil in his onyx eyes soften my determination.

"Look, whatever you need to say...if you're not ready now, it's fine. You don't need to tell me now." What?! Why on Earth did I say that? I thought I just decided I hated secrets, deception and lies. Here Gohan is, trying to tell me something important, a secret, and I tell him "no"? Is it because of his eyes? I can see the inner conflict stirring within them.

"No, I-I need to tell you now. It's only fair to you." Fair to me? What would his secret have to do with me? I lower my gaze from his eyes to his to my hand on his chest. I further relax my grip, my palm now flat against the centre of his chest. Despite the fabric of his gi between our skin, I can feel the heat coming off of his body. I can feel the beat of his strong heart quicken. I can feel the outline of his muscle-

"U-um, Videl? You're not making this easier by doing that with your hand..." I hadn't realized until now, I was feeling him up...in front of all of his family and friends...touching him.

"S-sorry!" Without looking up at his face, I pull my hand away as fast as I can. I cannot believe this is happening. My hands come to rest in front of my own chest, clenched together, as if I had been burned. What had definitely been burned were my cheeks. I can't possibly imagine how ridiculous I must look. I peek my eyes up at the movement of his arm.

"I-it's okay." Gohan reaches his left hand behind his head to rub the back of his neck and looks off to the side again. A cute tick I realized when I met him on the first day of school. Trying not to focus on the way his muscles flexed with the movement, I had to be sure no one saw anything.

I look up to see who had witnessed the embarrassing interaction. Everyone seemed to be in their own conversations. I notice some of the Z-Fighters had already left. My father is too focused on talking with Buu and Dende to notice I was feeling up a boy. Thank god. Goku's and Vegeta's family are saying their goodbyes, and Krillin had already taken his leave with his family.

Turning my head further, I notice someone leaning up against a support pillar near my father. That's Piccolo...he must have heard it...and most certainly saw it too. He shifts his gaze, which had been on Gohan, to look at me. Crap. I whip my head in another direction. At least he didn't seem like the teasing or gossiping type. Come to think of it, he doesn't say much of anything.

"Videl..."

I turn my attention back to Gohan. He turns, revealing the blush on his cheeks. I can't be looking any less red than him.

"Yes?" This is it.

"Videl, I-" WHAM!

Before I could even comprehend the movement, Gohan was laying on his back. Trunks and Goten were sitting own his crest, grinning down at him mischievously.

Gohan's POV

Videl quickly whips her hand off of my chest and apologizes, her already flushed cheeks are becoming rosier by the second. I'm sure mine are as well. I can still feel the warm touch of her hand. Distracting to say the least, but certainly not unpleasant. I was doing fine when her hand was tight around the fabric of my gi, but when I felt her hold loosen and shift to my chest, I couldn't keep my thoughts focused. Maybe I should have said nothing at all.

"I-it's okay." It was definitely okay.

We have touched each other before. Many times. The times we've fought crime together, when we fought against each other, and when she snuggled my arm at the World Tournament in front of Sharpner. Best feeling ever. But this, this touch was different. It gave me the same feel as when she embraced me when we first reunited. It held a deeper emotion to it. Love? Between training, the World Tournament fiasco, the battle with Majin Buu and dying, we haven't had much of an opportunity to share our feelings.

I turn my gaze back to the side, once again looking over the edge of the Lookout. What if she did accept me, all of me...what then? I couldn't just sweep her off her feet and confess my undying love for her. In reality, we've only know each other for about three months now. Is that really long enough to fall in love? I shake my head slightly, removing those thoughts. Before I can even think about being with her, I need to be honest with her.

I sense a gaze on me and turn my attention to a pillar not far from where we are standing. Piccolo. He must have seen the whole thing. His gaze was not a teasing one, or the indifferent one it usually is. He has a slight arch to his brow, and a lopped smile on his face. He seems...interested? Videl must have noticed his presence as well because she quickly turns her head in the opposite direction.

"Videl..." I give one last look to Piccolo. I know I'll be explaining this later.

I feel Videl's eyes return to mine. I turn my head back to Videl, giving her my full attention. Alright. No one is touching anyone and there's no one teasing. No distractions. I can do this.

"Yes?"

"Videl, I-" I feel a brief increase in energy a second too late. I turn my head just in time to see Trunks and Goten latch onto my body and pull me down.

At this rate, this secret is coming with me...possibly to my grave.

Videl's POV

Well...there goes that moment.

"Come 'on Gohan! Mom says it's time to go home!" Goten and Trunks continue to bounce on top of Gohan's chest; he makes no effort to even try to get up.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming." Gohan gives a long sigh as Trucks and Goten land a final hard jump before floating back to their parents. I turn to see their families by the edge of the Lookout, ready for departure. Looking at the sky, now a beautiful mixture of orange and yellow, I realize how late it was getting. I turn to look at my father, saying his final goodbyes to Dende. Looks like it's my time to leave as well.

Looking back at Gohan, I notice he has remained unmoved from his position on the floor. His expression was almost that of...defeat? I can understand that. We were so close to reaching the high point of our conversation, so close to sharing something so clearly important to Gohan. I suppose this isn't the time or place.

"Hey, Gohan." He turns his attention to me, his limbs still spread out on the floor he'd been tackled to.

"Yeah?"

"Let's go." I extend my hand out to him, leaning over him slightly. It may not be today, but I know he'll tell me when he's ready.

He reaches up to grasp my hand and I pull him up. We turn to see only Gohan's family and mine waiting at the edge. I turn to give Gohan a smile and pulled his hand forward, leading him to the group. His grip, which had been loose, tightens on my hand. Thank God I'm walking in front; that way, he can't see my blush.

"Hey guys; let's head home! I'm starving!" Goku's stomach continues to growl, causing a chorus of laughter. I can't help but feel my empty stomach silently agreeing with him. I turn to see my father walk up to me with Buu and Bee close behind.

"There you are Pumpkin! I was just about to come looking for you! It's time to-" the words slowly die into incoherent mumbling.

"Dad? What are you-" I follow his gaze which had left my face. He was burning holes, with his eyes, into mine and Gohan's hands which remained connected.

I feel Gohan's hand release it's holds on mine, but my grip remains firm. In the corner of my eye, I can see him turn to face me; probably giving me a questioning look.

"Something wrong, Daddy?" I was going to get this talk eventually, might as well be now.

"What in the Satan Soup for the Soul are you doing?!" Alright. A predictable reaction.

"Just holding Gohan's hand; we were just saying our goodbyes."

"Excuse me?! Is there something wrong with her holding my baby's hand?!" Chichi quickly comes to Gohan's side, gesturing aggressively at our hands. If this had been happening to anyone else, it would have been funny sight for sure. I turn my gaze from my father to look up at Gohan. His hand, of course, had found its way to the back of his neck. He's chuckling weakly at the situation, probably unsure of what to do.

I can't stop myself from rolling my eyes. Who cares if Gohan and I hold hands? Friends hold hands all the time. This isn't a big deal. Right? I mean technically we are still friends. Nothing has really been said or done to suggest otherwise. Nothing at all.

"My baby girl is too young to be holding any boys hand but mine!"

"Oh please! I know my future daughter-in-law when I see her! She can hold my baby's hand if she wants to!"

"My baby wouldn't hold any boys hand! He must've forced his hand into hers!"

"Are you calling my Gohan a pervert?!"

Suddenly regretting my bold actions, I let out a sigh. Might as well end this before it gets physical.

I turn to give Gohan a quick hug, better not upset my father any further. I've decided, hugging Son Gohan is one of the best things in the world. I feel my body comfortably press against his, it's as if we were meant to be this way. I feel him move his head to rest his chin on top of my head.

Yeah, being short definitely has its benefits.

Gohan's POV

This situation couldn't possibly get anymore embarrassing. Thank Dende Krillin, Yamcha and Vegeta aren't here to witness this.

Letting out a deep sigh, I turn to look from my mother and Mr. Satan to Videl. She continued to watch the scene with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. Although the situation was caused by Videl and I holding hands, I have absolutely no regrets.

Videl turns to face me, giving me an apologetic smile, before wrapping her arms around my torso. I quickly reciprocate the hug, wrapping my arms around her and resting my head on top of her head. She feel warm; having her pressed against me was definitely the best feeling in the whole world.

Unfortunately, the hug was over all too quick. I feel Videl pull back as she releases her arms from around me. I miss that feeling already.

"So, Videl...I guess this is goodbye for now then."

"I suppose so. School doesn't start up for another couple of days. Maybe we could see each other before then?"

"Yeah, That'd be great! Maybe you could come and do some training. I'm sure my mom would love to have you over for lunch again." I would love to see her again. This may be the last opportunity I'll have to see her before school starts. We only have one more week.

"Sounds good to me! I'd never pass up your mom's cooking" With a wink, Videl turns on her heel and walks over to Mr. Satan. Grabbing onto his arm, she pulls him away from my yelling mother. Stopping right on the edge of the Lookout, She turns around to give me one final smile.

"I'll talk to you tomorrow, Gohan! Bye everyone!"

Without any warning, she steps off the edge, pulling a screaming Mr. Satan with her. Buu, holding onto a shaking Bee, takes off behind her. I can faintly hear her laughter as she flies farther from the tower. I can't help but smile at the beautiful sound. I'd love to hear her laugh more.

"Alright Gohan, it's about time we head home!" I turn to see Dad holding onto Mom and Goten. My family is finally whole again.

Using instant transmission for a quick travel, we are finally home. Mom moves straight to the kitchen to prepare our meal while Dad, Goten and I went to the living room. I can't believe it's finally over. Resting on the couch and gazing out the window, I can't help the smile from growing on my face.

I'll talk to you tomorrow.