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Last time...

Videl rolled over and turned to face him. "I'm not going to ask you how or why you did it. But I wanted to say thank you for saving my life," she said warmly.

Gohan smiled in relief. He knew he'd made a good choice telling her. "We start training tomorrow," he replied simply, reaching over and setting the alarm for 4:00 a.m. once more.

Personal Training...

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Gohan and Videl groaned as their alarm clock went off. Today was the one day they were allowed to sleep in but Gohan insisted this would be the best time to get in some training. Gohan pulled on his gi over his boxers while Videl went into the adjoining bathroom to change into her training clothes. No more than five minutes later, they were on their way to the gym.

Videl looked on warily as Gohan headed for the room she'd seen him emerge bloody and bruised from just three days before. A slight panic crept up in her. She didn't sign up for that kind of training. Timidly she asked, "Why are we going in there?"

Gohan looked over at her and seeing the cautious look on her face chuckled. "I guess I didn't give you a very good first impression of the GR. It's not dangerous at all once you use it in the right way," Gohan responded.

"So if you know how to use it, why were you and Mirai so beat up?" Videl asked.

"It had nothing to do with the room. We did that to each other," Gohan responded. "People like Mirai and me, embody the saying, 'What doesn't kill you makes you stronger'"

"So does that mean Mirai's a Gold Fighter too?" Videl asked.

Gohan smiled and nodded.

"Can I become a Gold Fighter to?" Videl asked hopefully.

Gohan shook his head. "I'm sorry Videl but the transformation you call Gold Fighter depends on your genes. My father and Mirai's father are the last surviving members of an ancient warrior clan and only the clan's descendants are able to achieve the Gold Fighter transformation."

Videl nodded in disappointment. She would have really liked to see what it would be like to be blonde if even for a moment.

"I can teach you how to fly if you like though," Gohan said, trying to cheer her up.

Videl looked up at him in amazement, looking very much like a kid in a candy store. Her eyes lit up as she mulled over the idea of being able to fly. A bright grin crossed her face as she nodded eagerly.

Gohan chuckled. She looked just like Goten when he had given him his favorite teddy for the first time. "Alright then, follow me," he said, leading the way into the Gravity Room.

Once inside, the two friends sat Indian-style on the floor facing each other. Gohan looked at her perplexed look and spoke up before she could protest. "What we're going to do right now is harness your ki," he said.

"Ki? What's that?" she asked.

"It's your life energy. It's locked away deep within your body," Gohan tried to explain but was interrupted by Videl.

"What gives you the right to talk about my body?" Videl demanded, her face turning red.

Gohan just rolled his eyes in impatience. "Do you want to learn to fly or not?" he asked tiredly.

"Of course I do!" Videl responded.

"Then we'll do it my way," the teenage boy answered.

"Fine. So how do I access this ki?" she asked.

"You'll have to meditate. You have to clear your mind completely and be totally relaxed or you'll never find it," Gohan continued.

Videl was about to reply that she knew what meditation was, but held her tongue in case the boy decided not to bother teaching her.

"I'll show you mine and then if we're lucky, in a few hours you'll be able to show me yours," Gohan responded, using the innuendo just to rile her up. What could he say? It was his guilty pleasure.

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Meanwhile, Mirai and Lime lay in a tangled heap of sheets and limbs on Lime's bed. There was no sound save for Lime's soft snores. With a groan, Lime rolled over trying to snuggle deeper into Mirai's chest but succeeded only in pushing them both over the side of the comfortable single bed, Lime landing squarely on Mirai's chest.

Lime opened her eyes but quickly forced them shut as her attenuated senses caused the gentle sunlight permeating their window curtains to intensify sevenfold. She muttered some unladylike phrases causing the boy beneath her to chuckle lightly.

Mirai looked up to see Lime, her face splotched with red patches, hair resembling a bird's nest, and face contorted into the worst grimace he had ever seen on her. He smiled to himself as he realized she still looked beautiful to him despite her current situation. He blushed as the memories from last night returned to him. The auburn haired girl practically jumped him the minute their entered their room but he refused to give in to her in case it was just a fit of drunken passion. He wanted to be sure she really wanted to be with him. Instead he carried her to her bed but the stubborn girl refused to let him leave. Deciding it wouldn't hurt; he lay down next to her, cradling her to his side instead.

Feeling the rumbling in his chest, Lime opened her eyes to look at him. "What are you laughing at?" she hissed. Her own voice sounded as if it were amplified through a microphone.

Mirai just smiled. "You," he whispered, kissing her cheek. "I'll be right back," he promised, going off to get her some of his mom's special hangover medicine and a glass of water.

Lime was so shocked at his actions she had no response for him. Had he just…? Thinking hard to last night, the brunette's cheeks flamed as the memories came back. She remembered him taking her back to their room and the minute they entered the door, she had kissed him with all the passion her drunken body could muster. And he had responded, quite earnestly too! Clothes had begun to disappear off their bodies but he had stopped them from going any further. She was slightly disappointed that they didn't go all the way but at the same time, she didn't want their first time to be a drunken mess. She wanted to be perfectly aware of every kiss, every touch and every sensation.

Not much later, Mirai reappeared, wearing nothing but his boxers, causing Lime to blush at his bare chest. For some reason, no matter how often she saw it she still blushed as if it were the first time.

"Here you go," the boy spoke, his voice lowered as to not irritate her heightened sensitivity to sound.

Lime took what he had to offer gratefully. Bulma's recipe was the worst piece of crap she had ever tasted but it got rid of a hangover in an instant. Holding her nose, she gulped down a tablespoon of the serum, reaching for the glass of water to wash it all down. When she opened her eyes, all the pain was gone. Yes, it still worked like a charm.

"All better now?" Mirai asked gently.

Lime smiled up at him and nodded. She had to have the sweetest boyfriend ever. She froze in that frame of thought. But did he really want to be her boyfriend? They really needed to talk about this. However, before she could open her mouth, Mirai spoke.

"What are we, Lime?" Mirai asked. "I mean I know you remember what happened last night."

Lime bit her fingernail in nervousness, avoiding her eyes. "Do you regret it?" she asked timidly. Please say no! Please say no!

Mirai wasted no time before responding, "Not at all," much to her relief. "Do you?" he asked.

Lime just smiled and shook her head. "So I guess this means we're together, I mean if you want to be…" she trailed off.

Mirai just cupped her face, leaned in and pressed his lips to hers in a gentle, yet passionate kiss. 'Truth or Dare is now my favorite game,' was Lime's last thought before she wrapped her arms around his neck and lost herself in his embrace.

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Videl sat Indian style on the floor, sweat forming large beads on her forehead as her brows furrowed. She had been trying to access this ki of hers for the past three hours with no success. She felt like a failure. Gohan had summoned the light blue ball of light effortlessly. She had been amazed at the sight of it, nearly falling forward into his lap when she leaned in to get a closer look.

"You have to calm down, Videl," Gohan cut into her thoughts. "You're too tense."

Videl opened one eye and glared at him. "I don't know what's wrong with me! I bet it didn't take this long for you to access your ki!" Videl screamed in frustration. To her surprise, Gohan only chuckled at her outburst. Quick to take offense, she determined he was laughing at her. "It's not funny!" she growled at him.

"No," Gohan said through chuckles. "It's just that my first trainer threw me at a mountain and if I wanted to survive I had to bring out my ki to protect myself. Somehow I don't think that's the best route to go with you."

Videl drew a blank. What kind of asshole what his trainer? How could he toss a four year old at a mountain to teach him how to fly? That was just inhuman! Little did she know she was not far from the truth. "I'll just go back to meditating," she said hesitantly just in case he got any ideas.

One hour later, Videl felt a slight tug inside herself. In her mental eye, she saw a pink ball of energy, nestled deep within her. She heard Gohan tell her that she had finally found it and she needed to push it gently out through her hands. Concentrating harder, the Satan girl did just that and after four hours of meditation was able to produce her first ki ball. Never mind the fact that it appeared in her hands for all of two seconds. Exhausted, she fell forward but was caught by Gohan before her face became acquaintances with the tiled floor.

"You did great," was the last thing she heard before she drifted off into slumber.

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