Hey everyone, I'd like to make an announcement right now. Last chapter official made this story my most successful one to date, so give yourselves a pat on the back. Without you, this thing would be just something collecting dust somewhere. Thank you all for reading, reviewing, favoriting, alerting, and doing all those things you do.

On a side note, for all of you G/V writers and fans, a forum for everything G/V has been made, along with a group on DeviantArt. Made for the advancement of the G/V fandom, we hope to get more stories for the couple written and what not. Heck, even just the passing of ideas on the couple is what it's there for. It's called "SweetestIrony." Stop on by when ever you get the chance.

And for my third note, a joke I had going with Henry-Coreen-Lover125 and now I've thrown in here cause I thought it was fitting. Thanks for that HCL. What can I say, I like commercials. And no fretting LolliBear06, I'm working on the hammers.

It had been a couple days since the attempted introduction of Gohan's superhero gig and our foolish little saiyan was currently watching the skies around his house.

After meeting up with Videl after school, the couple had decided it would be a good idea for them to have a lot of alone time together to get the saiyan's story right, thus they chose to meet at the Son house for the weekend.

Yes, I know, they actually used some brain power.

Standing there in his dark blue gi, his arms across his chest, Gohan was slowly getting bored. Honestly, how long did it take for people to fly all the way out here? He'd have to find some way to entertain himself at the rate things were going.

To make an overly long story short, he did. Everything from tying his shoes, to sit ups, to picking his nose, the young saiyan did. It was when he was flicking away his latest booger that Videl's chopper came into sight. Straightening himself out, the saiyan returned to the pose I told you about so long ago that you've probably already forgotten about.

A couple minutes later, the Satan girl, jumped out of her chopper and walked over to the waiting boy. "So you ready to spill the beans?"

Sighing, Gohan responded "Yeah, I guess so. I'll tell you my life's story if that's okay."

"Sure alright, so start talking."

Right then, the Son boy turned and started walking, surprising the pig tailed girl. Shaking off her surprise, she hurried after the saiyan until she strode side by side with him.

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"So let me get this straight," Videl said, getting ready to sum up the overly long story her saiyan counterpart had just spent the last day and night telling her. "You're from an alien race called the saiyans; your uncle kidnapped you and were later trained to fight two more saiyans; went to another planet to recover some special balls that would bring your friends back while running into five dancing bakas and a tyrannical lizard; met a guy from the future; trained for three years to face some androids; went into a room that allowed you to train for an entire year in one day; and went to the Cell Games as the little boy who eventually fought Cell."

"Yep, that's pretty much it," Gohan replied.

"So those people in that picture were you and your dad before that tournament?"

"Yep."

Videl fell quiet. So far her Satan brain had processed as much of this information as she possibly could and was doing exceedingly well. There was just one problem…

Why hadn't he mentioned any of those DBZ movies?

Errr, okay, maybe not that. Here's what she was really thinking:

'Where's some of that Preparation H when you need it?'

…uhhh, o…kay…lets forget what she was thinking and just move on shall we?

"So…" the Satan girl said, "What was it like to face Cell?"

It was a moment before Gohan replied. "Scary. There was just something about that guy that screamed 'fear me.'"

As Gohan talked, a sneaky suspicion began to build itself in Videl's head. It had been building up ever so slowly as the saiyan next to her told her his story.

That and when dinner was going to be ready; she was starving.

"Last question. How did you beat Cell?"

"A giant Kamehameha blast to the face," Gohan said without hesitating. A second later, the demi-saiyan had to do a U-turn to make sure he had said what he said to the girl next to him and almost bashed his head open against a tree. That was the last thing he needed to have said right then and there.

Slowly looking over to the daughter of Satan, the saiyan saw she was in deep concentration. Suddenly, that look became very devious; a look that our warrior didn't like.

Nope, didn't like one little bit.

And in case you didn't know, he didn't like that look at all.

"So I'm going out with the guy who defeated Cell huh?" the Satan girl said.

"Yeah, pretty much," the saiyan replied, sweating.

"Perfect, I'm gonna have so much fun with this."

"Huh?" Gohan said confused. What was this girl thinking? "What do you mean?"

"Well, I have the perfect blackmail against my father right next to me. There's nothing he can do now that'll stop me from destroying that blasted statue," Videl said excited.

Oh…wow…that was the extent of her thinking?

"That and I can do what ever I want as long as I stay with you."

Oh, spoke too soon I see. My bad.

"So you're just gonna stick around me because your father won't stand up against you now?" Gohan tried to sum up.

"Not exactly. If this was any other guy, like Sharpner, I doubt I could do this. But since it's you, I don't have to worry about a guy's half ass attempts to get into my pants now," the girl explained. "Besides, I think I'd be able to like you more the longer we're together.

"Huh? You like me?" Gohan said baffled. What was going on in this girl's head?

And that all you young men, is the question that will never go answered.

Without answering, Videl hooked her arm around the saiyan's, looking up at the boy afterwards and said, "I could get use to this."

Uhh, now I have no idea what's going on.

Well, to save everyone the confusion of going any further, I'll just say that the somewhat more solid couple returned to the Son house, had dinner, wrestled with Goten, put Videl in a hurt locker, nearly suffocated Gohan with a pillow, and destroyed half of Chichi's kitchen. All and all, a fairly quiet evening at the Son house.

Wait a minute.

"SON GOHAN!! SON GOTEN!! YOU DESTROYED MY KITCHEN AGAIN!! PREPARE TO DIE!!"

There we go. Just another quiet evening at the Son house.

In the coming days of OSH, rarely a day went by that Videl wasn't stuck to Gohan like superglue to that birdhouse that somehow got glued to my hand. To some people, it was the cutest thing they had ever seen. To others, it was like taking a tennis racket to the head while their little brother was using it as a baseball bat to hit pecans. Meaning, it was very shocking and it hurt a lot.

And yes, my little brother did hit me in the head with a tennis racket.

And finally, after going through everyone else's reaction, there was Sharpner.

Ahh, a class of his own.

Ever since he had learned first hand that he couldn't hit on the Satan girl, he had fallen into a severe depression, found Jesus, praised the lord, and then fell back into a depression. Unfortunately, that didn't last long as he was returning back to form, which ever one that was.

While wallowing in self pity one night, the blond boy had came up with the bright idea to break up this tragic couple. After following this train of thought, Sharpner had raised his spirit up to unprecedented levels.

However, there in lied a problem. How could he break this couple up? Pondering this for a good five minutes and fifty three seconds, the blond figured it out. He'd just have to show up Mountain Boy in some form or fashion and the Satan girl would be his for the taking.

Huh? I didn't write that. Where the hell did that come from? Ehhh, just pretend you didn't hear that.

And as the Sharpner boy had come back to his game of being Sharpner, the teacher had just given him the ideal time and place to launch the coup. "Alright kids, after managing to filch some money from the football team that hasn't won a game in three years and still gets more money than all of us teachers combined, this class will be allowed to go to the Satan Museum of Natural History this Friday. We will be there the whole day so pack a lunch. And now, I will pass out the permission slips."

Wow, that last part sounded pretty bland...uhh, I meant exciting!

An evil glint began to twinkle in the Sharpner guy's eyes. This was absolutely perfect. He could show up Mountain Boy with his almighty brain power! Ha, that Son boy didn't stand a chance.

You may start rolling on the floor, laughing your asses off now; or rotflyaof for you computer people. I'll wait.

Done now? Did anyone laugh out a couple organs or was I the only one?

The rest of day went by as people began to get creeped out from the way Sharpner looked. Hey, when you look the way he does, it's to be expected…okay, that wasn't nice.

And as the school day ended, the plotting blond stood at the edge of the roof, the wind blowing his hair all over the place. Down below, he watched as his love interest and chief rival left the school grounds. "You better enjoy yourself Mountain Boy because after Friday, that'll be me with Videl." Sharpner proclaimed. "You hear me?! She'll be mine!! MINE!!" he cried out.

Sadly, Gohan didn't hear him.

Pity.

To SMILE UR ON TV for Ch.7: O...kay...I have no idea what a crunchie is.

To dbzfan952: Yeah, teens can be very oblivious to things outside of their small thoughts. Hercule...he still has about six days left lol. At least if I'm going off of last chapter anyways.