A/N: Ummm….

Thanks for not shooting me, comrades! Heh heh.

I Thought I Had Something

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But Now I Hurt So Bad

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You Think You Have Friends

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That You Don't Really Have

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My copter landed on the lush, green grass and I hopped out. My legs were stiff from the long flight and it felt good to be able to move freely. I looked around at my surroundings. There were green, healthy trees everywhere and the air was fresh and unpolluted. Hanging from one of the trees, there was a punching bag that looked as if it had been to hell and back. I turned around and observed the small cottage surrounded by greenery. There was a large picnic table in front of the door and vines were growing up the north wall.  I took a deep breath and marched up to the entrance. Here goes… I thought.

My fist seemed to reach up by itself and knocked on the door. Within seconds, the doorknob turned and the door swung open to reveal a young boy. His coal-coloured eyes were gleaming with excitement and a hint of mischief. He smiled. "Hi!"

I gulped. Calm down, Videl! It's just a kid! "Hello there. Is this where Son Gohan lives?"

The kid nodded and smiled. "Are you his girlfriend?"

I blushed cherry-red. "Uh, no. I'm just a classmate of his," I replied quickly. "Is he home?"

"Yup!" the boy exclaimed happily. "My big brother is still doing sleepy time. I'll go wake him up!" The little kid ran off into the house before I could stop him. Gohan wouldn't be too happy if he was awoken. I was sure of that. I strained my ears and listened to hear what was happening. "Goooohan!! Wakie, wakie! There's a GIRL here to see ya! And she's real pretty, too."

Make that scarlet red. I heard a deep groan. "Goten, what time is it?" Gohan asked, sounding surprisingly nice.

"Eight o'clock in the mornin'!"

"Goody," Gohan mumbled sarcastically.

"Well," the little boy named Goten chirped, "Veggie says that a true Saiya-jin always-"

"Yeah, yeah," Gohan interrupted, laughing. "I'm up." I heard Goten squeal and begin to giggle. It seemed as though Mr-High-And-Mighty had a soft spot after all. I heard footsteps and looked up just in time to see him immerge from a doorway down the hall… shirtless. (red-o-meter of face blushing breaks due to overload). I failed to look at the reaction of my arrival on his face, since I was too busy looking at his fine pecs. Among other things.

By the time I had managed to drag my tongue back into my mouth and pull my jaw off the floor, Gohan was glaring at me. "What are you doing here?" he demanded, ever so politely.

"Uh… Heh heh… Good question!" I stumbled, all pride and intelligence lost in his abs. I mentally whacked myself across the head and forced my eyes to meet his. Gohan raised an eyebrow. "I don't know." He rolled his eyes and slumped against the nearest wall.

"So you just dropped in to say 'hello'?" he asked sarcastically.

"Uh huh… okay- wait. Um, do you wanna take a walk or something?"

He rolled his eyes. "Do I have a choice?" Flashing him my biggest smile, I shook my head. "Hang on, then. Let me get some clothes on- or do you prefer the current view?"

It took every ounce of self-control not to say yes. He disappeared into the doorway next to him, and came out a few minutes later wearing a simple navy blue gi. Insert more drooling. "Goten, I'll be back soon. Grab yourself some breakfast while I'm gone. I think there's a few steaks in the freezer."

"Okay!! Have fun with your girlfriend" the little boy called. This time, I could have sworn that Gohan blushed. We walked quickly out of the house, and onto a dirt trail that led deep into the forest.

After a few minutes of silence, I decided that conversation would be good. "Cute kid!"

Gohan smiled. "Yeah. He's a bit of a troublemaker though. Takes after his dad."

"Oh? And where's he?"

The smile died. "He's dead. Along with my mother." Gohan looked away.

"I'm sorry…" I trailed off.

"It's not your fault," he told me quietly. Is this it? I asked myself. Is this why he's so… cold? "It's nobody's fault. Nobody gets it. Nobody understands."

"Well, maybe I do. My mom and I were really close, until she died, when I was nine. And I've never really had a dad. He's always too busy doing other stuff to bother with me." Now it was my turn to check out the fine craftsmanship of my sneakers.

"Yeah? Well, maybe you're not as spoiled as I thought you were, Miss. Satan."

"And maybe you're not a creepy and strange as I thought you were, Gold Fighter," I replied, smirking.

"Good call," he muttered, still grinning a bit. He didn't deny the Gold Fighter accusation this time, which was a triumph on my part. Gohan led me further down the path quietly, until we reached a beautiful green field. "Wanna spar?" 

I beamed. "Duh."

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Ten minutes later, I was picking my remains up off the grass while my partner in anti-crime sprawled himself out onto the ground. "You're pretty good… for a girl," he called.

"And you're not too bad yourself- for a man. Sorry! I mean boy," I teased, limping over towards him. "How'd you get so good?"

"Through years of training and eating lots of broccoli."

I wrinkled my nose. "Broccoli? Ewww." I plopped down onto the soft grass beside him. "If that's what it takes, then no thank you." We lay in reserve for what seemed like an eternity. I closed my eyes and listened to his strong breathing and the gusts of wind that shook the leaves in the nearby trees. "Gohan?"

"Hmmm?" he answered, his eyes still closed.

"Are you an alien?" I asked, only half-joking.

"Yes."

"Okay," I whispered. It was obvious to me that no normal teenaged guy could change his hair colour at will- let alone lift busses. Or look soooooooo sexy. "You're a pretty cool guy, Gohan. Whatever you are."

"And you're a very pretty girl, Videl."

"Okay."

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End of chapter!!! Yeah! Sorry about the wait, I'm a terribly lazy person. Review!!!! And then Review some more!!!!