Chapter 8: Teenagers: the work of the Devil. *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^

A/N: To all my faithful fans, I apologize. I seem to be doing that every chapter, but it IS hard, trying to write NON-SUCKY chapters while managing RoMaNcE, jazz band, regular band, my parents, and AP tests. So I am sorrie. Hopefully, this chapter will be enough to satisfy you for a little bit. If you review bunchies, mayhap I will write faster. Wink wink, nudge nudge. Also, I hope you guys aren't sticklers for formal writing styles, or even consistent ones, because I tend to jump around in this chappie. Bummer, eh? Yeah well. It just depends on how tired/hyper I was at the time that I wrote each particular section. I STOP NOW. YOU READ. ENJOY BUNCHIES!!!!!

Disclaimer: I am too lazy to own DBZ. I would lose it somewhere, like in a sock drawer, and no one would ever find it ever again, because my sock drawer is never neat, as I dislike wearing matching socks. Yes. Cheese is good.

^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^ ON THE WAY HOME FROM SCHOOL

Gohan was confused. He didn't know what to make of his situation with Videl. I mean honestly, she hadn't looked him straight in the eye the entire day! **Was she just lonely,** he thought, **or worse, was it some bet? Yeah, Seduce the class geek, win ten bucks. That HAD been quite the getup yesterday. She was probably just bored. Ah well. It was still the best thing that has ever happened to me.**

As he neared his home, a face appeared at the window. It was his mother, which wasn't all that unusual. What WAS unusual, however, was the scowl that tarnished her "still-attractive-even-though-I-have-birthed-two-kids- and-had-my-husband-die-repeatedly" face. Yeesh. What ticked her off today? So, the unsuspecting chap walks in his front door, only to be almost blasted away by the pure SILENCE that emanated from his normally "expressive" mother.

"Hi mom. How are you today?" Gohan asked politely.

". . . . .," followed by more glaring, was all that he received in response.

"Yeah, so I'll be upstairs doing my homework. . . ."

Gohan began to walk upstairs, pausing only briefly as he heard, "Yes, I'm sure you have LOTS of homework to catch up on." Gohan's face contorted into one of pure bewilderment, making him resemble his father so much that anyone watching would have been greatly amused. Unfortunately, no one was watching. Yeah, so Gohan just went upstairs and started on his AP Calculus. (I know, a little easy, but no sense in outshining ALL the other nerds at Orange Star High)

^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^ IN GOTEN'S ROOM

"Hey dude," Trunks said as he flew in through Goten's open window.

"We do have a door you know. Hey, why weren't you at school today? We glued macaroni onto paper plates. It was real fun." Goten said. [note: the author understands that Goten and Trunks are 7 or 8 years old, and should neither be talking about sex OR be making macaroni/paper plate art. However, Vegeta is probably very horny (making up for lost time) and this is should be obvious. Little boys ask questions, and Vegeta is the type that would make sure to tell everything in detail, as his childhood was full of things that normal children do not experience and thus he doesn't know any better about what little boys should and should not be permitted to know. Secondly, Trunks and Goten probably go to public school, what with Chichi being poor and Bulma desperately trying to have at least a façade of normalcy. In my public school educational experience, macaroni art was a true highlight of the frickin month. Budget cuts, you understand. So whether you feel that they are being a little too advanced/slow for their years, I believe that I am fully justified in writing what I do. ^_^]

"I was busy."

"Doing what?"

"Hanging out at the high school."

"You can do that? Cooooolllll. . . . ." Goten's eyes grew wide.

Trunks cocked an eyebrow. "No, you fool. I can't really do that. I just felt like it. Part of my heritage; 'Always do exactly what no one really thinks you can do!' Anyways, I found out something really trippy about your brother. Apparently, everyone thinks he's gay! Isn't that cool?"

"What's wrong with being happy?" Goten's face was the picture of confuzzled innocence.

"You idiot. Gay means that a dude LIKES another dude and wants to-"

"But we saw Gohan and Videl last night! She's not a dude!"

"No, no she's not. . . ." Trunks eyes started to glaze over, but he quickly regained his senses. "Ahem. As I was about to say, everyone thinks that he goes for guys. Wouldn't it be neat if we helped out the rumor, and then really embarrassed him?"

"Trunks, I like my brother. I don't want to publicly humiliate him like that. He's always been nice to me, and he's the only in my family that has never left me, and he understands all the things I've gone through. He's my big brother. I don't really want to hurt him."

Trunks did a double take at his friend. **Well, well, well. Maybe there's more to him after all. Looks like bonehead finally got some smarts. Who saw that one coming. . . **

Goten smiled at the awestruck expression on his lavender-haired counterpart, and then recommenced staring at his wallpaper.

*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^ AGAIN, IN O.S. HIGH'S PARKING LOT

Videl walked briskly to her chopper. She had just finished making up the test she had missed yesterday morning. Stupid bars. **I formally give up drinking. . . . **

She was about to open the door to her little yellow machine when a Civic sped away. Yes, the very same one that Erasa and Sharpener had habited just that very morning. Since it obviously wasn't either of them driving, they must have borrowed one of their friend's car keys and. . . ahem. . . . occupied it. Videl chuckled. Then she turned to her helo. Oh Crap. There's the blonde duo, necking like there would be no tomorrow. Imagine the hickies. Why do people do that to each other? That's just funky. Damn.

Anywho, Videl started jumping up and down, because they were really fogging up her windows, and Erasa was leaning on the lock JUST RIGHT and it wouldn't pop up. Videl tried making the alarm go off. All she got were angry looks from the Freestyle Walking Club. (They were practicing jumping over the water fountains) Giving up, she left her helo to the mercy of hormones, and started walking home. She would have flown, but she was tired and she really didn't feel like attracting attention to herself.

So she walking along, right, and she hears this horn honk. At first, she thought it was one of those creepy guys with like, acne of the entire head, (come on girls, you know the kind) who honk at any and all remotely human looking female as she innocently walks home. Those perverts. She turned, and it wasn't one of that kind at all. It was dear, sweet Bulma Briefs. Thank the stars. . .

"Videl, sweetie! What are you doing walking home?" asked Bulma.

"My helicopter has been commandeered," The small brunette answered.

"Oh. How nice . . . .Well hop in! I'll give you a ride."

Videl gratefully accepted, as her lack of healthy sleep was catching up to her. As she opened the door to the very chic new sportscar, a handful of capsules trickled out onto the street.

"Oh, would you mind getting those for me?" inquired Bulma. "I just went shopping and I don't want to lose anything."

Videl politely consented, and when she asked where to put them, Bulma simply said, "Oh, just throw them in the back with the others. Videl peered over the seat and saw buckets of the small white capsules. Bulma. What a shopaholic.

"You look positively wiped out, Videl! Are you okay?"

"Yeah, Bulma. I'm fine. Just tired. Haven't been sleeping well."

"Oh you poor thing. I know! Why don't I take you home with me, my mother can cook you up some nice comfort food, you can take and long bubble bath, and a little nap while you're at it." Bulma smiled at her young friend, and changed direction towards Capsule Corp.

Once at the large house, Bulma helped the increasingly worn-out Videl to her family's kitchen. A large bowl of chicken soup was set before her, and she ate hungrily while Bulma called Mr. Satan to inform him that his daughter would be staying over for a while. After the bowl was mostly gone, Videl was shown to a spacious upstairs bathroom, where a tub the size of a Jacuzzi was waiting, filled to capacity with poofy pink bubbles. Videl undressed and sink into the warm water, sighing contentedly.

Bulma rapped on the door gently. "Videl? I have the perfect room waiting for you. You just go down the hall to the right, where you will see a bookcase. Pull out the "Paddington Bear" book and it will swivel out. Behind the bookcase is a flight of stairs, and your room is at the top of those. Vegeta and I are going out to dinner tonight, but we'll be back in time to give you a ride home if you need it. Have fun!"

The fighter just submerged herself further in the lavender-scented bubbles. After a good half hour had passed, she clambered out and put on the lilac bathrobe waiting for her. With a towel wrapped around her wet hair, she proceeded out into the hall. Going right, she saw an elaborately carved Oak bookshelf, standing by itself at the end of the passage. She found Paddington Bear between the Kama Sutra and the Book of Mormon. She tilted it back, and the unit pivoted toward her. She ascended the narrow flight of stairs and the door swung shut behind her. Two tired to be thinking consciously anymore, she stumbled towards the large bed, noticing only that the entire room was pink and red.

She flopped on the bed and was out in seconds.

She awoke more than two hours later, when she finally got a good look at the room she was in.

"Oh my lord. They are kinkier than previously imagined. . . ."

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