Living with the Briefs Chapter 6, a dragon ball z fanfic

Ayyyy my homies, glad you all have reviewed and any response I may have had to you will be at the bottom of the story :D but there's one I'd like to address now.

This is of course a Videl and Gohan story, don't worry about Erasa this is me forging a proper friendship between them. Plus I have someone else in mind for her. Which you will find out who that is in this chapter or maybe the next or the one after? Who knows, so get readin'! And also beware, there's math in this chapter :o

"But I don't get it," Erasa blanked at the equation in front of her, "I did everything you said and I'm still getting it wrong."

Gohan took the slip of paper from her hands and read over it again, "ok first thing, always show your working out, it's where half of your marks will come from because they'll be able to see where you've either got it right or wrong. One wrong move in an equation and it'll mess up all the numbers you calculate after that."

It was Thursday afternoon and the two sat in the Briefs library, arms deep into their third lesson. The first day Erasa had come over had gone smoother than Gohan could have ever hoped for. The two devil spawn had stuck to their promise and stayed in the forest and thanks to the movie they had watched it kept Erasa distracted and poor Gohan an almost constant shade of embarrassed red. No way in hell he'd be watching that movie again, especially with a girl who couldn't sing but knew all the words to all the songs. Torture. But thanks to the movie Gohan was able to bring their dinner into the movie room so they easily avoided Vegeta.

"Ok, remember there is one key rule with equations. What you do to one side you must do to the other and what's our main goal when it comes to solving equations?" Gohan looked to Erasa for the answer, waiting patiently as she tapped her pencil to her cheek in thought.

"To get all the same ones on the same side? So like the numbers with the letters should be on one side of the equation and the normal numbers should be on the other?" she looked at him hopefully, praying she'd got it right.

"Exactly! We're trying to get the same variables on the same side," he smiled encouragingly at her, "so this 3x on the left side needs to be moved to the right side with this 7x. So what we're going to do is minus 3x from its original side here on the left, and remember what we do to one side we must do to the other, so then we write in minus 3x on the right side so now you have 16 = 8+7x-3x. What do you do next?"

Gohan pushed the paper towards her and she looked at where Gohan had left off, "so I have to get the 8 to the left side?"

He nodded, "what do you do now that you know what you have to do?"

"Well because its a positive 8 we minus it and then it becomes a minus on the other side," she wrote in her findings, "so it would be 16-8, which is 8 and then 7x-3x which is 4x."

"Good," he complimented, "now we have 8 = 4x, what do you do now?"

"Divide both sides by 4?" she asked.

"Yes! Which gives you?" He coaxed her on to finish the last piece of the equation.

"2? It gives me two! x=2, Gohan I did it!" she jumped up in joy.

"Yes you did," he praised, "not only did you get the right answer but you showed your working out as well, you would have got full marks for that question. Now what I want you to do is practice, continue on with the rest of this exercise and then when you're well versed in basic equations we can move on to ones with fractions."

Erasa pouted, "fractions and equations together?"

"Afraid so," he chuckled, "but if you get this then you'll get the harder stuff in no time and anyway it's really only the start of term. Exams aren't for another few months so we've got time to take it slow so you understand everything."

Erasa gave him a determined nod, returning back to her textbook to find where she'd left off.

Pushing his chair back Gohan got up and stretched his back out, "how about some snacks?" he asked.

"Yes please!" she grinned.

Excusing himself he wondered through the compound and down to the kitchen, as he pulled the fridge open a chill raked through his body and not from the ice box he'd just opened. An unfamiliar power level that was almost equal to his flashed in from seemingly nowhere. Closing the fridge he felt it out, it was close, very close, they had to be on the grounds.

Abandoning everything he was doing he rushed out of the room, tracking the power out to Bulmas garage and workshop. Or 'the shed' as she'd dubbed it. As he bounded outside he already found Vegeta just a breath in front of him.

Both Saiyans all but ripped through the doorway only to come to a very harsh halt, the fiery ki surging in their hands dying out instantly.

"Hey guys,"

Bulma sat in her room in her robe, fresh out of the shower, enjoying the brief quiet period of her household. Flipping through her newest trashy magazine she relaxed.

"Bulma?" Vegeta's rough, demanding voice came from the intercom.

Rolling off the bed and into her slippers she walked over to the door and pushed the button that would let her talk back to him, "I'm here, what's up lover," she could hear snickers in the background as he grumbled.

"Get down to The Shed. Now." he demanded before disconnecting.

She blinked at the intercom, "asshole."

Bulma slipped out of her robe and got dressed into some old daggy clothes. She figured if he was calling her to the shed the royal pain in the ass had broken something and wanted it fixed, meaning she was probably going to get dirty again. So much for just having a shower.

Bulma decided she'd take her time to wonder down there, Vegeta hated to be kept waiting and since he was going to be a jerk she thought she'd make him suffer a bit. Lingering in the house she popped her head into the kids playroom, seeing how they were doing and then into the kitchen to make a cup of tea for herself and then to the library on her way out. But she only found Erasa and no Gohan.

"Hey chicky," she called from the door and Erasa looked up to wave at her, "where's Gohan?" she asked.

"He said he was going to get snacks," she shrugged.

"Huh," she'd just been in the kitchen, he wasn't there, "well ok, if you need anything I'll be down in The Shed, Gohan showed you where that was right?"

"Uh-huh," she confirmed so Bulma smiled at her and immediately slipped out, maybe Gohan was with Vegeta.

Exiting the back door she wondered over to the prince who was standing out side of the shed, arms folded tight over his chest and looking more irritated than ever.

"What took you so damn long." he demanded.

"Your attitude is what made me take so long you jerk!" standing before him she planted her hands on her hips, "I'm not your servant Vegeta now what the hell do you want."

Vegetas brow twitched, pushing himself off the wall he silently entered the big dome, Bulma right behind him.

"Seriously Vegeta what do you want, I have a presentation to finish for my ne-"

Her words died in their tracks when she spotted the young man sitting next to Gohan on one of her work benches.

"Tr-Trunks!" she gasped, except it wasn't Trunks, it was the future counterpart of Trunks.

The kid had smears of oil all over his face and chest, his hair hung in his face and down to his shoulders, skin browned by the sun. A lone oil rag hung from the back pocket of his cargo pants that were tucked into his boots. He looked exactly the same from when she'd last seen him.

"Hey mom," came his abashed greeting.

"What the hell are you doing here! How long have you been here? Where the hell is your shirt? Did the boys see you? How are we going to explain this?" her barrage of questions was only halted by Vegeta.

"How do you expect the boy to answer if you never stop talking," he stated.

She shot him an irked glare as she turned to Trunks to start talking, "well?"

"Well it's not really my fault, I swear," Trunks held his hands up, "ever since I got back to my timeline mom has been playing around with a few new concepts for time travel." he held out one of his arms that had a bulky looking watch strapped to his wrist, "we were out in the shed working on projects when she'd finished this."

Bulma walked over to him and held his wrist to her face, looking over the invention.

"The stupid thing was supposed to take me 10 seconds into the past, not years. What year is it anyway?" he asked.

"It's Age 774," Gohan replied, "how old are you now?"

"I'm not far off 21 actually, to me it feels like I saw you all just about 2 years ago and you all look the same except for you Gohan. How old are you now?"

"17," he answered, "I may have gotten taller."

"Just a little bit," he laughed, "I'm sorry to put you all out like this, as soon as I got here I tried to get back but it seems the length of this one trip has malfunctioned the watch. It won't even turn on now." Undoing the clasp on the back he hopped off the bench to lay it down lightly, "think you can take a look mom?"

"Well I can try.." she walked over to him, "but I'm probably not as qualified to do this like future me is. In the past few years I've only really dipped into the shallow end of time travel mechanics."

"Well everything is still there, it could be a short wire or something came loose. Or so I hope," he raked his fingers through his hair, "your hands are half the size of mine so I thought it might be better for you to dig around in there before I have a crack at it. Maybe even grandpa could help."

Bulma rummaged through her desk to find one of her mini tool kits. Specifically designed to work with small and delicate stuff, "I'll get right to it but I don't know if I'll be able to do anything and I don't know how long this is going to take so somebody should probably go and catch the boys up before one of them accidentally stumbles by you."

"I'll do it," Gohan volunteered, "when I'm done explaining it to them I'll bring them down here to meet you,"

Vegeta made his way to the door, "if you're still here by tonight boy I expect you in my training quarters no later than 8."

Trunks screwed his face up, "aw man I just got here and he wants to beat me to a pulp."

Gohan chuckled, on his way out after Vegeta, "tough luck Mirai,"

Both disappeared around the corner when Trunks heard his father mutter, "don't laugh boy I'll be expecting you too."

Trunks and Bulma laughed when all they heard was Gohans soft "damn it," linger to their ears.

Gohan made his way inside, making a quick pit stop by his room to grab the photo album Goten had brought in last Saturday. Flicking through the pages he tried to find any photo they might have had of future Trunks, a visual aid would help the boys realise he wasn't joking. When he finally found it he knocked at their playroom door and awaited for one of them to answer.

He reckoned Trunks was going to love the new addition to their family.

Gohan had been right, the boys had taken the news smoothly and Trunks was practically bouncing off the walls, he wanted to go see the future him. He sounded so cool.

So when Gohan had told them they could meet him and that he was down in the shed they had left him in their dust and he had to struggle to catch up and beat them to the shed door. Once they calmed down a bit and were reminded that there was no running in this part of the compound he let the door fall open and Trunks immediately bounded in to jump up onto Mirai.

"Hi! I'm you," he enthusiastically announced.

"I can see that," he chuckled, "I am you but I want you to think of me more like your big brother while I'm here ok?"

"Cool, I've always wanted my own big brother," he smiled.

"But what about me kiddo," Gohan came up and ruffled his hair.

"Well you are like my big brother Gohan but he looks like me," Trunks reasoned.

"But I thought he was you?" Goten levitated up and circled around Mirai, "hi, I'm Goten," he waved.

"Wow," Mirai marvelled, "Gohan he looks just like your dad."

"Yeah he gets that a lot," he answered, scooping his brother out of the air and tickling his side, "he even eats like dad too."

Mirai shuddered, he was a Saiyan and he could definitely eat but it was nothing compared to Goku.

"Hey, in the future am I really strong? What about Goten? Is he strong too?" Trunks asked, looking up into Mirai's face.

"Actually, Goten doesn't exist in my timeline," he revealed.

"Aw man! I don't even get to be born?" he bursted.

"So you didn't even get a best friend to play with all the time?" Trunks asked.

"I'm afraid not," he lightly chuckled at the fallen expression of his younger counterpart, "but I would have loved to grow up with one. You're very lucky." he bounced him in his arms, "man this is so weird,"

"Hey do you wanna see my room! Come play with me and Goten," he jumped down to the ground and yanked on Mirai's hand.

Mirai looked over to his mother, silently asking if it was ok.

"Go ahead, kids. I might be here for awhile." she waved off, "and find him a shirt."

"Yay!" the two yelped in unison, "follow us Mirai!"

Goten and Trunks ran out the door together, Mirai jogging to keep up. Just as they rounded the corner Gohan heard a distinct girly scream, followed by Goten and Trunks profuse apologies.

Shit. He'd forgotten about Erasa.

Running to the door Gohan found her goggling up at Mirai who was holding his hand out to her. Erasa's cheeks looked like delicate pink rose petals as she shyly took his offered hand. Stuttering out a bashful thank you Mirai smiled and continued to run after the two tornadoes.

"Hey E," Gohan walked over, rubbing the spot behind his neck.

"Who was that god of a guy and why haven't you introduced me to him yet?" her gaze continued to follow the shirtless Mirai that'd just helped her up.

"That's Tr- I mean Mirai, he's Bulma's son," he supposed his statement was still true, he was her son, "and he just got here, sorry I forgot about the snacks when I ran into him ," he truthfully admitted.

"Well I guess that makes sense," she sighed, turning to face him as she swiped the loose grass from her clothes, "oh Gohan he was so dreamy."

Gohan awkwardly chuckled, "uh, yeah, how about those snacks then?"

When she didn't answer and Gohan saw her face was glazed over he simply pushed her towards the house and into the kitchen, sitting her at the table she let her chin rest on her hand as she day dreamed about the dirty kid with purple hair and a six pack and after they'd retrieved all their snacks she continued to do the same thing in the library during their study session.

Gohan waved his hands in front of her face, "heeeelllooo, Erasa?"

"Hm?" she hummed.

"Maybe we should leave the rest of the lesson for next time.." he suggested.

"You're probably right," she blinked, starting to gather all her stuff, "I should probably go home and make sure my brother isn't starving to death. Daddy said he'd be working late."

she turned to Gohan, "oh, I forgot!" she squeaked, "daddy's at work, do you think someone could drop me off 'han?"

"Sure, I'll take you home. Is your little brother ok to be home by himself though?" he wondered.

"Yeah, it's usually just me and him most of the time anyway. We know how to take care of ourselves," she brushed the hair out of her eyes, "do you have a car Gohan?"

"This is capsule corp, we have multiple cars," he ran his hands through his hair, "y'know you could always bring him here if you ever want to. I'm sure the boys would love to have someone to play with, or we could even do sessions at your house sometimes?" he smiled at her as he scooped up her pile of books and led the way out.

"His head would probably explode at how awesome this place is," she giggled, "but I think he'd love that and yeah, I don't see why we couldn't do some sessions at my house."

Leading her outside and to another building she hadn't entered yet he bent down to a key panel situated between a massive roller garage door and a normal one. Punching at some keys the door beeped as it slid open. The two walked into a big storage space that looked like an indoor parking lot that housed a great handful of cars.

"Take your pick," he motioned for her to walk in and look around.

"Wow," she sighed, looking at some of the newest cars out on the market her jaw had become slacked, "Gohan why do you never drive any of these? I-I didn't even think you could drive."

He shrugged, "I've been driving for a while actually. Bulma's had me test drive cars since I practically moved here," him being the indestructible force he was they both figured he was the safest option to test drive them. So that if they blew up he'd be left with little more than a scratch rather than dead like a regular person, "and I don't usually drive them because they attract a lot of attention. I'm trying to lay low remember?"

"Oh right," she slid her hand over one shinny white car, "I choose this one!"

"Well get in," he rolled over to the drivers side, opening up the back door to put her stuff in the back seat.

"But don't you need the keys?" she blanked, slidding into the passengers seat.

"Nah these are show models. They usually get shipped off to dealerships to be used as display or test drive cars so we don't build in key systems for them or things like the radio, it means we can sell the test cars to businesses for cheaper. All you have to do is push this button," on the right side of the steering wheel there was a red button he punched in and the car immediately roared to life, "and go. Simple and easy."

"Wow." she buckled in her seat belt, "Gohan, I don't think I'm ever going to get used to this place."

If she was hardly grasping at this household now then she was in for a shock if she ever found out any of their family's real secrets.

"Don't worry, it took me a while too." he chuckled and off they went to Erasa's house.

Gohan swept inside and immediately went for the kitchen where he could feel the whole household had gathered. It was dinner time and they'd started without him!

Busting into the room he found a great mass of food situated in the middle of the table and his brothers gnawing away.

"Hey Gohan, where have you been?" Bulma eyed him over her bowl of food, "Erasa not joining us for dinner?"

"Nah," he took his seat across from the heiress and next to Mirai, "I just took her home."

Gohan started to dig in and Bulma continued to stare at him while he ate. If it weren't for the fact that there was a mountain of food that was quickly being demolished by four other Saiyans he'd have time to be uncomfortable about it.

The family continued to eat and talk from time to time, mostly Mirai catching them up on his timeline.

"Well the past few years haven't been filled with much but reconstruction. I've been helping out construction crews to build shelters for people while their homes are rebuilt." Mirai shoved a dumpling in his mouth and chewed, "moms been working on a new spaceship as well so we can find New Namek and ask to use their dragon balls. It's been really tough though. We don't have any of the Saiyan spaceships or Kamis to work off so anything we've developed so far doesn't travel nearly as fast as we need it to."

"Why do you need the Dragon Balls?" Bulma asked.

"We want to wish all our friends back to life," he shrugged, "it'd be nice to have everyone around y'know," he looked over to his father and Gohan and then down to the mini Goku beside him, "I want a little Goten in my timeline too." he chuckled when Goten gave him a big cheesy grin.

"Well I can't say that I can help you very much with the space ship," Bulma reasoned, "but what plan do you have to find new Namek?"

Mirai sheepishly looked away, "actually we don't have one yet, we've been trying to focus on getting the ship first."

"What about a long range dragon ball radar?" she suggested, "if we can track Nameks dragon balls from here you'd have directions to their new planet."

"That's a great idea!" Trunks cheered, "if we can build a dragon radar that can reach through the solar system we'll be able to find their planet no problem."

The two youngest boys had finished eating and already left the area, Gohan and Vegeta stayed for the conversation.

"We may not be able to extend its reach so far that it'll show up straightaway but if you take a radar with a longer range and set out in your space ship then I'm certain that when you get close you'll find them no sweat." she announced.

"That's a really great idea guys but you need a ship too," Gohan reminded them.

"I might be able to help with that," Vegeta suddenly pitched in.

Mirai's face lit up, "really dad? You know space ship mechanics?"

Vegeta pushed himself away from the table, "if you can beat me in a sparring match tonight I'll tell you."

Vegeta turned from them and walked to the door, "8 o'clock and no later. I'll be expecting both of you."

Both boys slumped in their seats, "Gohan how strong is my dad these days?" Mirai hesitantly asked.

"Stronger than I am, I know that much," he mumbled, standing up to stretch out.

"Well I think I might start drawing up some ideas for the radar before father beats the tar out of me if you want to help mom," Mirai made for the door his father just left out of, Gohan behind him.

"Sure, I'll be there in a minute but Gohan," she called for him and he turned back, "can I talk to you for a sec?"

"Sure thing Bulma," he came back to the table that had just been cleared and sat back across from her, "what's up?"

Mirai took that as his cue to leave.

She tapped her nails across the kitchen table, "I was fixing one of the cleaning bots that was malfunctioning today and found this wedged inside it,"

She promptly slid a small square pink foil wrapper across to him, catching it under his index finger he turned it over and instantly paled. Retracting his hand like it was hot coal.

"Look Gohan, I love Erasa and you're getting older now and starting to want things and I'm surprised it really took you so lo-"

"This isn't mine!" he suddenly bursted, face as pink as the wrapper in front of him.

Apparently Bulma didn't like that answer, "then where exactly did that come from huh Gohan?" her steely gaze settled on his and he had trouble stopping himself from looking away.

"No you've got it all wrong! I-I, Tha-That's Erasa's," he felt the heat rise from his neck and flood into his face.

Her stare tightened in confusion, "well it doesn't matter who's it is Gohan, I'm glad you're using protection and all but the movie room is a family are-"

"No! Me and Erasa we aren't- we're not havin- well we aren't doing that!" he spluttered, "we're just friends!"

"Then where did this come from?" she inquired, her brow arching at him expectantly.

"Yamcha!" he immediately blurted without thinking.

Bulma's face turned murderous, "why the hell is Yamcha giving you condoms!" she shouted.

"Wait no, I mean not Yamcha but the school!" he scattered, "remember you had to sign that permission slip for the drug and sex thing at school?" she nodded, "well Yamcha was the special guest and he gave those out to everyone. This must have dropped out of Erasa's pocket when we were jumping around in there the other day, I swear,"

Bulma continued to stare at Gohan, "ok I trust you but that doesn't change what I want to talk to you about now. You're old enough to make your own decisions and do what you like but remember that there are consequences to these things."

"Oh come on Bulma, we've already had this talk remember," he looked at her, pleading for her to just stop talking.

"I know kiddo but I just want to remind you," she stood and raked her hand through his hair on the way out, "your mother would murder me if you had a child before graduating," she chuckled.

Gohan sat in silence, focusing on his breathing. The embarrassment of this conversation was overwhelming.

"Oh by the way, if Yamcha was a special speaker for sexual education what exactly did he talk about?" she paused, hanging off the hinge of the door.

Gohan supposed this was her way of trying to find out if he'd said anything about their past relationship. Opting to look anywhere but at her he answered, "um, y'know, contraception, babies, diseases, stuff like that,"

"Uh-huh," she hummed, "well I'll be in the shed if you need me. Good luck with your fight tonight," she sang down the hallway.

After that talk Gohan would gladly walk into the spar with the warrior prince and take any beating he was bound to get. Anything would have been better than the talk he just went through. Swiping the strawberry condom from the kitchen table he promptly made his way to his room and chucked it into his bedside table with the box Bulma had given him a year ago. Shutting it up tight he retreated into the bathroom, opting for a quick shower before getting ready for the spar. He was going to be sore tonight.

Gohan and Mirai collectively limped to the medical bay after their match with Vegeta.

Mirai had been more determined than ever to beat his father in return for his help with the spaceship dilemma but no matter what he tried he was no match for the legendary Saiyan Prince. In the end Mirai had resorted to trying to rearrange their deal to say that if the elder saiyan could take himself and Gohan together then he wouldn't have to help and after more than an hour the two finally managed to wear him down and take him out. Much to Vegeta's annoyance.

"Man he has gotten scary strong in the last few years," Mirai muttered as he set his leg back into place.

"Yeah no kidding," Gohan spread an antiseptic cream over the shallow gashes on his forearm and bicep, "we're lucky he's one of the good guys."

"Don't tell me the big Prince has renounced all his old ways," Mirai chuckled.

"Well I guess he's not your typical selfless hero," he replied, "but he's become a lot better these past few years."

The two continued to tend to their wounds in silence until Mirai hesitantly broke it.

"What's he like with Trunks?" he asked.

"You mean does he act like a proper father to him?" Gohan rephrased with a smile, "more or less." he shrugged, "I mean, well, I would say so considering its Vegeta. He's pretty good with Goten and Trunks actually."

Gohan ripped off his tattered shirt and chucked it into the waste bin, "he trains both of them. Taught them how to fly and use their ki. He even taught them how to read and speak Saiyan. I'm more than certain that if it weren't for Vegeta those two would have brought this world to its knees years ago, were you ever that mischief as a child?"

He knew he was essentially talking to the person who they were talking about but they had much different upbringings.

"No. Well, I don't think so," he laughed, "maybe if I had a Goten in my timeline it'd be different. I didn't know how much I wanted a Saiyan friend to grow up with until now. They seem really close."

"Oh man you don't know the half of it," he joked, "you'll hardly ever see one without the other."

Gohan helped aid Mirai in walking up to their rooms, he had opted to stay close to Gohan given the choice of all the guest rooms he choose one a few doors down from the now younger Saiyan.

Pushing the door ajar he flicked the lights on and dropped Mirai onto the bed, "by the way before I forget, I'm taking the boys camping this weekend in the mountains if you want to come?"

"Yeah, sure thing Gohan. I haven't been camping since future you took me to train," Mirai began to strip off the tattered clothes he'd borrowed from Gohan.

"Ok, well I'll let you get some rest. Man am I going to be sore for school tomorrow,"

Shutting the door behind him he entered his own room and began to strip himself of the clothes that now had scorch marks and blood littered all over, dragging himself over to the shower he jumped in and rinsed off all the sweat and remnants of dried up blood, spotting one particularly nasty bruise on his backside.

Jumping out he didn't bother with a towel instead deciding to let his ki flare up and dry him as he moved the clothes Erasa had laid out for him for school tomorrow off his bed. Apparently he still didn't get the knack of matching the clothes she'd picked for him so she went to the trouble of compiling an outfit for tomorrow that she called the 'coming out-fit'.

The one that'd get him recognised as a hottie she had said much to Gohans embarrassment.

Throwing back his blankets he didn't bother to get dressed instead jumping in stark naked and letting sweet rest fall upon him. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.

Once again Videl had been pulled out of school for another emergency, leaving her friends behind she had quickly decapsulised her copter and flew upon a building that had caved in trapping god knows how many citizens. Landing down she was briefed quickly by the chief and then quickly jumped to action.

Taking the fire escape up as far as the building was stable she kicked in one of the windows and jumped in without hesitation. She didn't know where to start and she didn't know where to go so she raked through the first floor, snooping around for the stair case that'd lead her up to the half collapsed floors.

"Helloooo?" she called, "is there anybody in here?" her voice echoed through this first floor so she quickly moved on to the next where she could hear the distinct sound of muffled moaning.

"Hello?" she drawled out again and the mumbling became more distinct, entering the office floor she stepped over paper and files that littered the floor. Immediately she was hit with the dust and rubble that still lingered in the air, assaulting her airways and making her cough in pain.

Looking above she found the roof had caved in, from where she stood she could see at least three more floors up. There was no telling how many were trapped in this mess.

"If you're here I need you to make as much noise as possible," she instructed, "it'll help me find you and we can get you help."

Hearing the sounds coming from her side she ran to the built up pile of rubble to her right, using her shirt to cover her mouth from the dust she immediately got to work on digging through the mess, unearthing one leg she quickly moved up to where the head should be.

"Hold on I've found you!" she shouted.

Grabbing at the boulders that seemed to be atop of this person she yanked at them furiously not knowing how long she could survive under the weight until she spotted what looked to be long brown hair and a patch of pale skin. Digging just a little more she found the moaning girl, her face bloodied and her arm and leg disfigured.

Videl lifted her watch, "civilian found, level 8, broken arm and leg send a crew to our location immediately."

Suddenly the building started to shake violently and she looked down to the girl who was slipping in and out of consciousness, "someone is on their way to get you, don't try to move or talk. Save your energy," with that said she got back to her feet and tried to run over to the staircase as stably as she could. She needed to find anyone else trapped asap or they were all going to be flattened.

Clinging onto the metal side bar she climbed her way up but before she could get to the next floor another tremor ransacked through the building and the stairs collapsed beneath her feet leaving Videl helplessly hanging by the side rail.

She let a curdling scream out as one of her hands slipped from the rail as a part of the stairs above her broke off and narrowly hit her. Looking below she searched for a platform that she could land on but only coming up with a steep drop and ruble.

She was in deep trouble this time.

Videl had left 15 minutes before Orange Star High was due to be let out for their first break and no matter what reason Gohan gave his teachers he would not be excused from the trust exercise they were doing on their last day of sexual education week.

He was panicking, he had followed Videls ki since she left the building and it'd just spiked and history dictated that that meant something was wrong. So when that bell had rang he slipped out immediately and ran for the rooftop before any other students had got to the hall.

Ripping the shirt off his back he threw it away. He was in too much of a hurry to care where it landed. Letting the super Saiyan transformation surge through him he hurtled through the sky, already seeing the wreckage before him he pushed himself to fly as fast as his ki would let them.

The closer he came to the disaster the more he could hear the grinding of a building that was about to completely collapse.

Flinging into an open window he felt out all the power signatures in the building. He needed to get them all out before this place imploded. Going through the first floor he picked up a girl who was severely injured, jumping out of the window he took her down to where the ambulances were stationed and immediately shot back up collecting a horde of people before he went back in for Videl.

He could feel her power signature, it was still strong so she was still conscious but through all the rubble and layers he couldn't find her. If he smashed through the walls in her general direction it could make the situation worse but if he took much longer to locate her she'd be as good as dead.

Suddenly there was a ripple beneath his feet and he could hear the crumble of the foundation before Videls blood curdling scream. He was out of options and out of time. Bracing himself he rammed his shoulder into everything that was in his way, breaking into the failed staircase he shot through a large piece of concrete and towards the flailing teenage Satan.

"Hold on!" he shouted seeing they were close to hitting the ground he pushed himself forward and wrapped his body around her so he would take most of the impact.

They plummeted down, down, down and Gohan squished his eyes close, tightening one hand around her he held his other hand out in front of him so the first thing to hit the floor would be his hand and not Videls back.

He felt the jagged concrete slice into his palm and forearm as half the building crashed into his back and drove him deeper into the ground. He tried to keep himself and Videl as still as possible but one particularly jagged boulder slammed down on his head and Gohan came crashing down on top of Videl.

She let out a scream that could shatter your ear drums and Gohan desperately pushed to lift himself off of her. Seconds went by and everything started to drip down to a stop. He still felt the pressure of half the building on top of him but he was sure that the last spec had fallen.

Pushing himself up he looked down to the blue eyed girl in his arm, there was blood on her face and he realised it was dripping on her from his head, "are you ok?" he asked.

Videl simply nodded.

"Curl into me," he instructed, "I'm going to try get us out as quickly as I can."

Videl slivered her arms up in front of her face and around his neck as she pulled her knees up and he curled his arm down to her lower backside to support her.

Taking a second he let his energy flare and gather as he prepared to shoot it around himself, like a cocoon of fire that'd hopefully disintegrate the jungle of concrete around them as they shot to freedom.

"Are you ready?" he murmured into her ear and she nodded into his chest.

He tightened his grip around her as much as he could and sprung himself forward, he pushed all his energy behind them and they flung out into clear air. As Gohan broke through the wall the foundation of the building completely collapsed in an explosion of dust so he flew them up high into breathable air.

Gohan flew them over to the roof top of a building across the street. He wanted to get Videl laid down so he could check that he hadn't crushed her when essentially a whole building plus a Saiyan made of iron had pressed down on top of her.

Slowly she unclasped her hands from his neck and he sat her upright on a step.

Videl gasped at the pain in her chest, she was more than certain a few of her ribs were broken. It left her breathing heavily, she thought she'd be fine until a fit of coughs caught her and she pulled her hand away to find blood.

Gohan took her palm in his hand, "we need to get you to a hospital now."

He didn't wait for her to answer he scooped her off and set to the sky for Satan City Hospital. He couldn't take her to Dende because she was too conscious and too nosy. No way in hell she'd just forget about a green man that can magically make her wounds disappear just because he'd saved her life. It's not how she worked.

"W-What about you?" she coughed, looking at the gash on his head and the skin peeled back on his fingers.

"I'll be ok." he gave her, "I've had it worse."

Gohan did the same thing he did with the girl from the shooting. He walked in the front door and into the reception area and calmly explained what happened and what the patient needed.

Hearing that it was Videl Satan and the seriousness of the situation nurses were quick to step in and direct him to a room he could lay her down in, people were buzzing around them setting up all sorts of machines. Only now being more than a breathe away from her Gohan could see that the side of her shirt was soaked in blood. He looked at her worriedly as she dipped in and out of consciousness, staring right back at him.

Before he knew it he was being pushed out of the room.

He turned to the nurse who had just escorted him out, "is she going to be ok?" he asked uncertainly.

"She's haemorrhaging, we need to prep her for surgery right now. We won't know for a few hours." she truthfully told him and he nodded, "i think one of her broken ribs may have punctured one of her lungs." the nurse got all the details he could give her and then he promptly headed for the exit. There was no need for him to stay here at the hospital. He couldn't. Not in his Super Saiyan form but he realised he couldn't go back to school looking the way he did either because he had a little bit too much blood on him to cover up with a simple sweatshirt. He didn't even know where that shirt was now, he'd thrown it to the wind and it'd been lost to the city.

So he flew home. He thought Bulma might have something to say about him skipping out on school for the rest of the day but he needed the healing tank at home. The bare flesh on his fingers was starting to sting and the feel of sticky blood drying in his hair wasn't the most favourable sensation in the world.

Landing down in the backyard he stumbled inside, immediately running into the head of house.

"Gohan!" she shouted as she ran over to him, "what happened to you! Are you ok?"

"I'm fine, it's ok," he smiled at her, "it's nothing too painful, I just couldn't go back to school looking like this." he sheepishly looked to her.

Bulmas brow furrowed, "Son Gohan you shouldn't have been out of school in the first place!"

"I know, I know," he admitted, "but one of my friends would have died if I wasn't there! And I waited until first break to leave.." he smiled nervously at her but she did not look impressed.

Bulma searched over him. Blood was caked on his forehead and his right hand and forearm looked like it'd been shredded, "I don't know what I'm going to do with you," she sighed, "come on, lets get you into a rejuvenation tank you're dripping on my floor. I'll call the school and tell them you had to leave." she turned to him mischievously, "maybe I'll tell them you had diarrhoea."

"Bulma!" he croaked.

"Ok, ok," she giggled, "just joshin around kiddo."

She led the way down to the medical bay and Gohan took his place inside the mechanical chamber, shutting the door behind him and putting on the oxygen mask he watched Bulma through the glass window as she fumbled around with the system operations, putting in her coding to start the healing process.

The tank started to fill with warm liquid and Gohan let his eyes flutter closed, dropping off the edge of consciousness.

Hope you enjoyed the chapter and I know it kind of abruptly stops but next chapter is half done so I'm more than certain you won't have to wait for very long for the next one :)

REQUEST

all of your requests have been duly noted, now we'll just have to see how the story pans out :D as for all the contraception methods and saiyans I agree with you mostly that most methods wouldn't work for them but there has to be something that does. Otherwise I'm sure Bulma and Vegeta would have had multiple children by the buu saga :') which I totally wouldn't be opposed to :P

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Thanks for the feedback! :D and yes, as I said at the top this is a Videl/Gohan story, I'm slowly working up to it.

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