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Summary: Set at a time where Planet Vegeta existed and was actively colonizing other countries. In order to keep Planet Earth fairly independent, King Hercule gives his daughter to the Prince – now King – of all Saiyans. Despite fate, they will still find each other. G/V

Author's Note: So it begins…

Special thanks to Goldenwolf for editting

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Chapter 6: For the Ride Home

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In a secret spot

Of my heart

I yearn for you

I yearn for a friend

To laugh with

To cry with

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She never imaged that this boy would love her this much, even though she was not his biological mother.

"Dear Mom,

I'm going to miss you so much when you're gone but have fun, okay? I know you are sometimes sad here, especially when I'm gone, but I love you. Bring back some cool toys for me okay? And I promise to be a good boy with my other mother. You don't have to worry.

Love

Trunks."

She folded the letter and placed it inside her bag. It was the twelfth time she read it. She left her room and made her way to the common area in the ship, only to find Gohan relaxing.

"How long will it take to reach Earth?"

He opened an eye to look at her. There was one captain and one servant accompanying them. "About a week."

It had taken her two weeks when she left Earth seven years ago.

"Okay." She took a seat beside him and turned on the projection. The images were television shows transmitted from different planets. She left it on an Earth Soap Opera.

"So how does it feel to become an Elite?" she asked him.

He crossed his arms. "I feel the same as I did a week ago." He sat in silence, watching her flick the channel because of a commercial. "If you don't mind me asking, when was the last time you visited Earth?"

Videl did not look at him but made a practiced smile. "Seven years." She wore normal Earth clothes now since she was free from Planet Vegeta. She was glad she still fitted in her jeans and her round breasts contoured nicely in her tank top. She looked happy. "When was the last time you went?"

It took him a moment to respond. "About three years."

The servant-woman popped in her head. "My Princess, it is lunch time. What would you like to eat?"

Videl grinned to herself, waiting for this moment. "Cheeseburgers and pizza." She looked over at Gohan, expecting him to know what she was talking about.

He smiled back at her. "You've read my mind."

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They went their separate ways after the meal. Videl took a bath and he left to do some work. At night they promised to meet to watch a movie.

Videl threw a popcorn in her mouth, sucking on the butter to savour the taste. It was an Earth movie she had watched when she was thirteen. He remembered it too. It was called, "Pleasures of Flesh and Blood." It was a horror, sexy movie and Gohan remembered sneaking off with his friends to watch it. Videl had watched it when she was over at her friend, Erasa's house, when Erasa's older sister had rented it.

Videl covered her eyes for a moment. "I don't like rape," she muttered.

"I don't think she actually gets raped," Gohan said, turning his head at the projection screen.

She opened them again when she heard a scream. "I swear I feel like cutting off his balls and making him eat his testicles." Videl cringed noticeably.

He laughed at that and then shoved a handful of popcorn in his mouth. "Look!" He pointed at the screen. "See her boyfriend came back. He really wasn't dead."

Then in unison they both groaned and slightly looked away. Blood splattered and a penis was severed. "I remember why I almost threw up when I watched this."

Gohan nodded and touched his private area slightly.

Then for the rest of the movie they laughed, watched, booed, and were disgusted by the movie. They called it a night afterwards.

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She slept in the second day, but surprisingly woke up to find Gohan serving the breakfast. He had made scrambled eggs, omelettes, toast, sausage, ham, bacon, and freshly squeezed orange juice. She was dressed but still tired when she rubbed her eyes. "This is a surprise. I never knew you could cook."

Gohan turned around at her and grinned. "Yeah, well I'm a Saiyan. Knowing how to cook is essential for my survival." He pulled out four plates, one for her and three for him. "Eat."

She sat at the counter and listened. She even waited for him to pile his first servings and smiled when he sat down beside her.

"Be honest about my cooking okay?" he said playfully.

Videl nodded and took a bite from his breakfast sandwich. She moaned. "Oh my God." She chewed and her moaning continued. "This is so good." She stuffed down the food and took some more meat.

He watched her and his mouth curved into a sharp smirk. "I'm glad you like it."

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The third day went by more quickly. Gohan was curious to see how Videl could fight, if she still could at all.

"I haven't done this in years," she said, changed in shorts and a t-shirt. She balled her fists and followed him to a small training room.

"Did you enjoy fighting?" he asked her, opening the metal door and allowing her to enter inside first.

She nodded, turning back at him. "Yeah." She waited for him to reach her and sighed. "Now what?"

Gohan wore a dark green sleeveless shirt and dark jogging pants. He crossed his arms and a smile tugged at his lips. "Attack me."

Words like "Attack me" coming from him sounded like a foreign language to her. "Attack you?"

He nodded. "Yeah." He settled into a fighting stance and waited for her to imitate. When she did he watched the resolve grew in her eyes. "Fighting is instinct. It takes no brains to fight."

She shook her head slowly at that and began to bounce back and forth slightly. "Skill is important in a fight, as well as strength, but skills are vital." Their eyes locked for a good five minutes and she charged forward, aiming a punch at his face and immediately kneeing him in the stomach. He dodged the first hit and blocked her knee and watched as she swiftly turned around to execute a spinning kick at his neck. Gohan moved away and smiled.

"You're not as bad as I thought. You've fought with Trunks haven't you?"

She kept her hands up. "Sometimes. Hardly actually." Her face was serious and he charged forward, keeping her on the defensive. He was not serious at all, attacking at a pace that made her able to block.

There was a point where she grew tired and his fist contacted her shoulder but she grabbed his shirt to prevent falling backwards. Gohan tired pulling her back but her legs were tangled with his and they dropped to the ground.

Their position was not graceful at all. His head rested on her chest, her fingers were entangled with his, his knee wedged in between her legs and hers tangled under his. He could feel her maddening heartbeat and his in his temples.

Videl opened her eyes and found Gohan's face inches from hers. His arms pushed his body up from her and he slowly got to his feet. He gave her his hand. "Sorry about that Princess," he said genuinely.

"Don't apologize. I asked you to spar didn't I?" She took his hand, noticing how much bigger it was compared to her, and stood up beside him. At first they avoided each other's gaze, and Gohan scratched the back of his head, but then she laughed and they went to eat lunch.

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The fourth, fifth and sixth days were similar. They talked, retelling their fond childhood memories growing up on Earth.

"When were you taken to Planet Vegeta?" she asked him. It was the night of the fourth day.

He looked at the screen, and a fistful of popcorn entered his mouth. "I went when I was ten. I started to train then."

She nodded and looked back at the screen.

"On Earth they called me a genius. My mother wanted me to become a scholar, but my father saw my fighting potential, so they compromised. I finished school early and it was my choice to be a fighter." There was a slight pause. "I guess I wanted to be something and I knew Earth had nothing for me, but Vegeta did. I wanted to prove myself that I'm more than a third class Saiyan."

Videl was aware of the class system on Planet Vegeta but she treated everyone equally. "Did you want to be a fighter because of your father?"

His head tilted to the side. "Yes. My father is the best there is." He did admire his father deeply. She smiled at him, understanding well that parents have a profound impact on children.

"I was also labelled a 'genius' on Vegeta as I cleared their testing and learned their system fairly easy. Then when I was fifteen they sent me on my first real mission, half expecting me to die, but my grandfather was there, and I pulled through. It was also the first time I killed a man."

When she caught his eyes it was glazed with this hurt, a saddening ache, but it quickly dissolved. "How many have you killed?"

His response was distant. "Too many to count. This is the reason why my mother was against me becoming a fighter but it was my choice."

She nodded. "At least you had a choice."

There was some awkward silence. "Well, I guess you can say I was also brainwashed and fed a lot of bullshit to come. When Vegeta found out my potential, they sent many people to Earth to recruit me."

She nodded and they continued to watch the movie.

"What was your mother like?" he asked her on the morning of the fifth day. She had commented how his pancakes tasted like her mother's.

"My mother was kind, gentle, I guess in a way opposite from me," she told him. "She was very graceful, even till her death." There was a very faint smile on her face and before Gohan could ask her, though he did not think of it at all, she told him her mother died when she was eleven.

At first he was silent but then he grinned at her. "I think you are very graceful."

She shook her head. "I'm very rough. If you had seen me before I was married." Before she was tamed.

"You mean you had this perpetual fire in you? A flaming spirit?" he prodded.

She nodded. "I used to."

So marriage had blown out that flame. "But now you're graceful then?"

"It's not the same as my mother. She was gorgeous too. Everyone who came in contact with her fell in love with her. A real gentle soul my mother was. She sang to me before I went to sleep. She read to me. She combed my hair and dressed me up like I was her doll. She played silly games with me. She used to take me to the carnival a lot. I loved my mother."

When he caught her eyes he saw her raw sadness rush into her bright orbs, but she quickly recomposed herself. "Mothers are great aren't they?"

He nodded. "My mother was tough I guess, but that's expected. I bet yours didn't beat you with a frying pan."

She laughed and it made him smile more. "No… my mother didn't. But when I was bad she made me cry by just talking to me."

"Guilt."

Videl nodded slowly. She watched him flip the pancake and said, "Yup. I guess you can call me a baby."

He flipped one more pancake in her plate, five in his, and they ate.

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But when I was younger

My father always said

Girls and boys could never be friends

I always laughed at that

Sure sure

Sure we can only be friends

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