Chapter 15 ::Saiyajin Style Furnishings::
A/n: Yeah, this story is taking a very interesting turn alright. Ok, everyone is telling me I'm making Gohan too mean, but he has two sides. Your about to meet the better side, today! On, Descending! (I've always wanted to do that) Just R/R. Please?
*****Chapter 15 begins now! (that sounds so weird. We're that far along?)
"This will be your room," Gohan told Videl. He led her into a small room in the back of the apartment. It had a small bed, and enough room to live with. "Any questions?"
Videl shook her head, and suddenly found herself shy. Why was she acting shy? Now? Gohan sensed this, and grinned. "Ease up, Videl." Videl looked up at him, startled by the tenderness and carness in his voice. "Trust me, you won't survive a day on Vegetasei if you don't losen up a bit."
"And you know this because?"
"I've lived here my entire life," he stated proudly. "I hope I know how to survive here. C'mon, let me show you around more." He showed her out of the room, and led her down to a smaller room. It had a couch and a chair, a small box, and a table. She admired the carvings on the walls and the sculptures in the room.
"Also," Gohan began, turning to face her, "you're going to spen alot of time here. So you might as well get to know me."
He turned, and walked into another room, which looke persumably much like a kitchen. "Well, the first thing you must know about me, is that I have two personalities."
"What do you mean?" Videl asked him.
"I can be someone completely different when I am obeying the king and fighting. But, I also can be very enthusiastic." Gohan cleared his voice. He looked at her, and a small smile played his lips. "Like I said before, you won't survive a day on Vegetasei if you don't losen up a bit, and obey me." He sighed, then scratched his head. "I don't really need a slave, but I suppose I could use one. My mother has got to be tired of cooking for me. You just need to cook, keep the place clean, and get groceriys for me. That enough?"
Videl nodded, and he felt his grin widen. He began to walk away, when she called out to him. "What do I call you?"
Gohan turned back to her, startled by the question. "Excuse me?"
"I said, what do I call you?" Videl repeated.
"Oh," Gohan looked at her in a strange way that made her feel a bit uncomfortable. "Call me Gohan."
Videl nodded, and he turned back around, and walked off into the other room. Videl sat down in a chair at a table, and fiddled with her hair. It was musty, greasy, and she needed to be bathed badly. She twinded it around her finger, letting out a huge sigh, and hearing the door slam shut.
She turned, and saw a small person walk in, with a strange hairdo, but crazier than Gohan's. It stuck out in ever direction, and his face was wearing a scowl.
"Goooohan!" he called. "Goooooohan! GOHAN!"
Gohan came running out. He panted, and looked down at him, then scowled; like the one that was worn by the little boy. "Goten, how did you get in here?"
"You promised that you'd come and help me get in the palace to see Trunks!" Goten told him, his face slightly turning red.
"I'm sorry, Goten. Look, do you still want to go over there? I'll help get past the gaurds and take you down to Trunks' room...Goten, are you listning to me?"
"No," Goten told his brother, and looked over at Videl. She was looking back and forth between Goten and Gohan, shocked by the resimbalance.
"Why do I bother? Goten, how did you get here? Did you tell mom where you were going? She wouldn't have let you gone alone, knowing about the carblions--"
"Gohan, get real. Even if I did tell her, then she would have said yes. Who wouldn't help the son of Kakorotto? I'm alot safer than you think. Dad is one of the best warriors the king has, and so are you. I've got it made." Gohan crossed his arms, and looked back at Videl. "Gohan, who's that?"
Gohan looked up at Videl, and saw she was starring at them. She had heard the conversation. "She's uh, well, she's my slave." he mumbles, his cheeks turning crimson.
"She's pretty," Goten observed. "Don't you think so, Gohan?"
Gohan was suddenly very interested in his gloves. "I haven't really noticed, Goten." WHy was Goten embarrasing him? Wait--what did he have to be embarrased about? She was his slave. Most saiyajin men had them; why should he be embarrased to have one?
Videl turned red at Goten's remark. She was used of her father saying what a pretty girl she was, how much she looked like her mother, and it made her proud. He would used to tell her stories, describe her, when he was so happy. Before after he saved the mayor went to his head. The fame was to much for him. Videl felt on the verge of tears as she thought of her father.
Father...he was always there, even when she didn't expect it, he would listen to her, or pretent to. Even if he did pretent, he did a damn good job of it. Earth...home...dad...Erasa...Sharpner...Tien...Yamcha...Krillin. Oh Krillin was a second father to her. When Hercules always went away, Krillin would watch over her, just when he did while she was still a young student of Master Roshi. Her eyes were burning, and she wanted to run into her room, and cry and sob, until there were no tears left to shed. After that, she'd just mope around.
She felt a tear run down her cheek, blurring her vision. SHe saw Goten pop his head infront of her. "What's wrong?" he asked. His voice was so sweet. Nothing like how Gohan's was so cold when they fought.
"Nothing," she lied.
"You look sad." Goten told her. "Why are you sad?"
"I just miss my family, that's all." Videl smiled at him, trying to change the subject. "Hey, your cute. How're you?"
Goten grinned, and beamed. "I'm Goten. His brother." he gestured toward Gohan. "Don't worry, I'm alot niscer than he is, kay?"
Videl giggled, and nodded. "I'll be sure to remember that."
"Videl, I'm going to take him to visit his friend--"
"Trunks."
"Right. Are you gonna be okay here?" Gohan actually looked like he cared. Videl blinked at him.
"Sure. I'll be fine."
Gohan nodded, and took Goten's shoulder in his hand. "I'll be right back." They turned, and Videl tried to stiffen a giggle. It was amazing how much brothers can look like each other. They both had the same, wide, confiden step. A step of a warrior.
They left, leaving Videl alone, to finally be alone, to finally let herself down.
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"Woman, don't make me wait again. I'm hungry."
Bulma stared at her mate, giving him her best death glare, then resumed her eating. Her eight year old son was inhaling her food, the typical for a male saiyajin. She sighed, feeling so alone, and decided to get up and take a walk around the palace.
"I'm taking a walk, Vegeta. You may come along if you like. And I swear, if you call me woman one more time..."
Vegeta smirked as she threatend him. "Yes? What if I do? What will you do?" He chuckled at the last part, trying to imagen the most violent thing Bulma had ever done; breaking a toaster.
Bulma grinned, "No more sex." she told him as a matter of factly, making him stop laughing, cough, and Trunks to laugh uncontainably.
"Hehehe, that's funny mom! Dad! Hahahaha!" Trunks fell out of his chair, holding his stomach in. He had to eventually cover his mouth to keep his new meal down.
"Fine woma--Bulma." He growled at her departing, smug form. He turned to Trunks as soon as she was out of earshot. "Boy, don't ever let your mate do that to you."
"I HEARD THAT!" Bulma called. Vegeta scowled. Saiyajin ears, damnit. SHe can hear everything.
"I can hear everything, Vegeta."
Vegeta stared at the doorway. "Since when did you start to read minds?"
she didn't respond, just a laugh was heard. Trunks grinned at his shocked father. "I'm gonna go wait for Goten, dad. Now, stay right here, alright? Don't move an inch--" he trailed off by laughter. Vegeta growled at him.
"Get up brat. This is no way for the Prince of all Saiyajins to act. People will stop respecting you." he growled again, and went down the corridor. "I'm going to train."
Trunks stopped laughing in mid giggle, but kept sniggering his whole way to the entrance of the palace.
He rounded the corner, to see the stairway to the dungens, were they kept their slaves until they needed to be used, or anything else. He rounded another corner. Then another. Another. Corner.
"Dang! This wasn't here last week! Mom has got to stop adding onto the palace," Trunks sighed. Then he heard Gohan's voice to a reliefe.
"I'm telling you, I'm going to see the king!" Gohan shouted. Trunks peeked around the door, and looked at them. Gohan was yelling at the gaurd, and Goten had a dazed look on his face.
"Sorry, Gohan. Even though your a top warrior, I can't let you in with him."
"What?!? Are you afraid that he'll break something. Come on, Mathazar. Cut him some slack. His descendants aren't exactly clumsy."
"You were when you were younger." Mathazar told him.
Gohan smacked his forehead. "Ok, well, let me put it this way. He's not me! ANd besides, I'll walk him in until he sees Trunks, then I'll just go be on my way--"
"Sorry." he said again.
GOhan raised a fist angerly at the man. "Mathazar, let me in or I swear I will do something horrible to you. I've got a new slave out my house and I need to get back to it."
"A pretty one too!" GOten chirped.
"Sorry, without royal invitation, I can't let you in."
"I come in here everyday without royal invitation. Wait...yeah, I am asked to come here. That's not the point, Mathazar."
"I invited him, Mathazar!" Trunks stepped out and ran forward. "Sorry it took so long, Goten. Dad was having an argument with mom and it was funny." He looked up at Gohan. "Hi Gohan! Wanna play with us?"
"No," Goten told him. "He's got better things to do. He has to tell his new pretty slave girl what to do. And just between you and me," he added in a whisper," I think Gohan has a crush on her!"
Trunks gasped, and winked at Gohan. He rolled his eyes, but forced a happy smile. "Have fun guys."
"You too!" Goten and Trunks both called. Gohan stared at them. They knew way to much about the wrong things.
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"So," Gohan didn't know what to say. "You must be tired. You don't really have to do anything now. Just rest if you'd like." He stood up, and walked over to the couch.
Videl stared at him, and smiled slightly. "Thank you." She got up, and walked past the room, walking past him, and into her small room.
The bed was small, and the room was small as well, but atleast she had a place to live. She sighed, wondering if Krillin, Yamcha and Tien ever lasted agains the saiyajins. Yeah right, Videl. You barley last to that guy. They couldn't last. She sighed. What was his name again? Gohan-san? Something like that. She smiled as she crawled into the bed, her head hitting the soft pillow. She fell asleep without another thought.
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A/N: It's interesting, but hey, R/R! Gohan is nice one minute, then the cruel the next. I might make a squeal to this if yall want it when it's done. Hehehe, well, what do you know? Next chapter a few weeks have gone by…if you know what I mean. *wink* *wink*
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