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To say that Videl was mad at the Son boy…would've been a very accurate statement. She could put all the different spins on it, say she was peeved, upset, disappointed, yadda, yadda, yadda, but the end result was still the same.

Gohan had given her the fright of her life when she watched him plunge headfirst into the windy disaster, along with a piece of equipment that would get them in trouble if they were to lose it. Her encounter with the boy when he returned had been quick and somewhat satisfying.

Yet, she felt he deserved a bit more punishment.

So for a couple of days following that event, the Satan girl refused to talk to him. Any time he was near, she acted as if he wasn't there at all, often ignoring anything he said to her. The age old technique known as the silent treatment seemed to give the girl all the gratification she desired as the Son boy desperately tried to get her attention.

There were a few times when he would go out, leaving her alone in the same lodgings they had when she was trying to help ease his volcanoburns. That had been a bit boring, she'd have to admit. She wasn't quite sure what he was doing but whatever it was, he didn't seem to be getting into much trouble.

So after she had felt he'd suffer for long enough, she broke her vow of silence. "So, are we ready to look for the next ball?"

Those words seemed to catch the demi-saiyan off guard. Apparently he hadn't been expecting her to speak to him so suddenly. "Umm, uhh, yeah," was the only response he seemed to muster.

"Great," Videl said. "So where's the nearest one?"

Nodding his head, the dark haired boy reached for the dragonradar that had been sitting on a nearby table. "According to the radar, the next dragonball is west of here."

Looking at the screen, the Satan girl asked "Have any idea what's over there?"

That was when Gohan got an almost guilty look on his face. "I…do," he replied. "When you weren't talking to me, I sorta…flew over there to check things out. It's all ocean."

Huh, so that's where the Son boy had been going. Well, she couldn't fault him with thinking ahead for once. "Good job," she responded. "Did you pick up the dragonball?"

He immediately shook his head. "No, I didn't. I thought since we were doing this hunt together that it would be pointless if I just went alone for the ball. So I left it."

That was sweet. The Satan girl knew her friend could just as easily gather all the dragonballs without her help. It was pretty considerate of him to resist finding all of the balls while she was ignoring him. Seeing that he was tense, she tried to ease his worry. "Is there anything else?"

He seemed to lighten up with that comment. "Well, yeah. I borrowed some of your money to rent some scuba gear."

This guy was on the ball. "Alright, let's go!"

The sound of seagulls rang out throughout the area. Blue ocean water stretched out as far as the eye could see. Golden sand resided right next to the water as continuous waves rolled onto it. An occasional palm tree stood ever so often.

"Nice beach," Videl commented. While she wasn't one of those people that were interested in seeking out such places, she could appreciate the aesthetic value of it. If there was one thing that Son Gohan could do, it was finding such beautiful sights of nature.

Turning to said boy, she asked "So where's the scuba gear?"

Her first warning came as the Son boy began scratching the back of his head. "About that. There was a bit of a problem with the gear."

The Satan girl frowned. "You didn't get the gear? I thought you said used some money to get some."

"I did get some," he replied. "There was just one set of gear though…and…it's not in my size."

There was her second warning, and if that wasn't enough, a sinking feeling in her gut affirmed that something was up. "Explain."

Sighing, Gohan reached into his gi shirt, one that he had luckily brought with them on their trip, and pulled out a capsule. Clicking the button, he then tossed it in front of them and waited as the signature boom and smoke cloud appeared.

That was when Videl saw the scuba gear. There was a large oxygen tank, flippers, googles, and straps lying about. Nothing that would say the gear was for a big or small person, or so the girl thought. That was when Gohan walked up to the gear and pulled out a very small, black, spandex suit. "As you can see, this suit doesn't expand very much, so I won't be able to fit in it."

And naturally, it was just her size. "So you're saying I'm gonna have to be the one to search for the ball."

An apologetic look appeared on the demi-saiyan's face. "That's the only option we have."

Videl stared at the suit in the boy's hands for a moment before looking to her left, seeing only beach sand. Then she looked to her right and saw the same thing. "Great, and there's nothing around that I can use to change in."

"Sorry," Gohan offered.

Giving him a small glare, a sudden thought popped into the Satan girl's head. She could have a little fun with this. Letting a small smirk creep onto her face, she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and began pulling it over her head.

"V-videl! What are you doing?!" Gohan cried out, a shocked tone in his voice.

Forcing her head through the collar hole, she answered "Well, I have to change out of these clothes and into that suit right? There isn't a place I can change in so I might as well do it right here."

Pulling her arms out of the shirt, she then tossed it to the ground and began kicking off her shoes, her socks following after them. There, that left her in only her shorts and sports bra. Looking to the Son boy, she couldn't help but let her smirk grow bigger. Apparently the boy had turned his back to her during part of her undressing, just like she thought he would. "Hey Gohan? Can you hand me the suit?"

The demi-saiyan immediately threw the arm holding shit towards her, only stretching the limb as far back as he could without turning. Grabbing it, she pulled it out of his grip. "Thanks," she said, letting some humor into her tone.

"You're welcome," he replied quickly, jerking his arm back and firmly looking out to sea.

Looking at the suit, Videl had to say at least the Son boy had choosen one with some leg covering. It wouldn't go past her thighs but it was better than only having the legless ones in her opinion. Once again, she looked about the beach to make sure there was no one else about; then proceeded to quickly take off her remaining clothes and pull the suit on.

"Alright, you can look," she announced. This caused the demi-saiyan to turn around and face her. The moment he did though, he froze and the Satan girl knew exactly why.

It wasn't very often Videl Satan, the resident tomboy of Orange Star High, wore anything that could be considered fashionable; namely what was considered popular dress for girls. With that being said, the number of people that could say they've every seen the girl in anything other than baggy clothes was slim to nonexistent. At the moment, that number grew by one as Son Gohan, the resident nerd of OSH, got an eyeful of her.

Normally, her first reaction to someone checking her out would be violence. However, the boy in front of her was one of the few that she rarely had to call upon that very reaction. Right now, she watch more out of amusement as the Son boy looked at her form revealed by the skin tight scuba suit.

"Hey, you okay there, Gohan?" she teased, causing the boy to blush brightly. "Help me get that air tank on, will ya? I don't want to drown while I'm down there."

Though his embarrassment was still showing on his face, Gohan snapped into action as he brought the Satan girl the tank. Before she knew it, she had every bit of equipment she needed strapped to her body. All that needed to be done is for her to take the plunge.

In flippers, she awkwardly walked into sea, the tide crashing into her legs. A bit of a chill in the water, from what her legs told the girl, though she ignored it. Perhaps she should've had Gohan pick her up and drop her into the ocean? It would've been a lot easier than trying to move around with theses annoying flippers.

Taking the tube attached to the air tank, she moved it to her mouth and bit down on the mouthpiece portion. Sucking on it, she felt air flow through the hole in the piece, running into her lungs as she inhaled. So far so good.

By now the water was just reaching her waist. Probably was a good time to go under and try swimming. Lunging forward, the Satan girl dove into water and began pushing herself beneath the ocean surface. Thankfully the weights attached to her suit helped pull her down.

It took awhile but eventually she traveled far enough from the beach to begin searching for the dragonball. Through her googles, she could see the blue color of the water surrounding her and the bright yellow of the sand on the ocean floor. All over, seashells, rocks, and various objects littered the sand.

Reaching to her hip, she pulled at a strip of Velcro, the familiar tearing sound echoing up to her ears. Once that was removed, she grabbed the dragonradar that had been nestled behind it and pulled it up to her face. Clicking the button on the top, the screen immediately showed the dot that represented the ball.

Following the coordinates, the Satan girl found herself pretty much in the same environment as the one earlier; nothing but sand, rocks, and seashells…and an old boot.

Frowning, Videl pushed on until the radar indicated that she was right over the ball. Yet…she didn't see it anywhere. Great, it must've been buried or something.

Dragging her hands into the sand, she shifted the grains, pushing them in any which way just as long as they weren't in her way. A few minutes passed before she had a nice sized hole.

The only problem was that there was no dragonball.

Checking the radar once more, she moved a few feet forward and dug around once more. Other than the buried treasure she found, she ended up with the same result as before.

This time a scowl crawled onto her face. There was no way she was going to spend hours here just digging up a stupid little ball. Why did it want to be difficult with her? She doubted these little things ever gave Gohan a hard time; so why did they want to play hard to get with her? Some things just weren't fair.

Moving to another spot, the dark haired girl began digging again. The longer she dug, the more frustrated she got. Why hadn't she found the dragonball yet?! It was like digging in a sandbox for a lost toy!

Just as she was about to give up though, the tips of her fingers ran across something. Pausing in her rant, she began dragging the fingers of one hand on the bottom of the hole she had just dug.

There it was again! She could definitely feel some odd surface in the sand. It was almost as if she had touched something very smooth, distinctly at odd with the rough feel of the sand. Brushing some of the grains away, her heart leapt in her chest. There was orange poking out of the sea floor. Forcing her hand on top of it, she drove her fingers into the sand and clenched them, feeling the digits wrapping around the object. With a tug, a round sphere emerged from the floor, revealing itself to be the very dragonball she was hunting.

It was about time too. She had just enough of shifting sand in this very boring place.