Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, but I do own a cute action figure of Gohan in his Saiyaman outfit...cute!

A/N: Osu people! I am totally caught up-to-date with my Japanese! There's some in this chapter, and it's a bit confusing, so sorry! ACK! You guys will loooooooove this chapter because I said so! Got it? I know it's been a really long wait, but I have had so much work to do! Please understand! Thanks! Ja ne! R/r!

Another A/N: Just to let you know, this chapter is veeery strange. All right? Okay. Gohan breaks into...oh just read it.

Part Two. Descending

*~* Chapter Eighteen *~*

Time Will Tell

Something told Gohan to wait.

It wasn't his brother, mind him, it wasn't his father, or his mother. It was Videl.

She was always there, when he awoke, she would be in the kitchen cooking, or be in the living room, or playing with Goten, or asleep on the couch. He couldn't escape her. But a small part of him didn't want to escape her. He didn't want to leave her.

Gohan sat on the couch and looked at the paper he was reading. For some reason, the words just bounced off his mind. He couldn't read them. He sighed, and set the table back down, and leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

He heard her open the door, and hurry in. He got a swift of the fresh spring air from the open door. The door shut. Videl's scent filled the room.

"I hope you don't mind not having Quail Eggs tonight, Gohan. The line was all out. But I got some Pallid meant for those meat patties you like so much," she told him. She set everything down in the kitchen and came out to look at him. She sat down next to him, then smiled.

"Gohan, you okay?" She sounded amused.

He opened his eyes, and smiled at her. "Yeah, I'm fine Videl." He shut his eyes again. "I'm just under too much stress."

"You want me to rub your neck or something?" she asked. She smiled at him. "Gohan, I know you too well. What's the matter?"

He smiled, and looked over at her. He opened his mouth to speak, but a loud buzzing interrupted him. Gohan looked at the door for a moment, then sighed. He walked over to the door an opened it. Remus ran into the room, followed by Riokko.

"This is it, Gohan," Remus muttered, still pacing around the room. "We're in deep. The King's on our tails. There's no way we're getting ourselves out of this one. Hi," he added to Videl.

Gohan went to Remus. "What are you talking about? And did you have to bring her?" He pointed at Riokko.

Remus nodded, and popped a sweet into his mouth. "She's stalking me too. I think she's stalking every male within her age range." He leaned against the wall and looked at Gohan. "I mean, I'm three years older than you, and I have a girlfriend, who I'm going to mate with soon, and she's STILL stalking me. A guy couldn't have it better than this."

"Did you have to bring her into my house though?" Gohan groaned as he felt a pair of hands stroke his back. "Not now, Riokko."

"But Gohan, you look tense! I'll give you a back rub while you and Remus discuss what he's been blabbering about the whole way here."

"What?"

"He's been talking about something about the King, and contracts-"

"REMUS! You didn't sign it...did you?" Gohan stared at Remus.

"Hai. I did. And now, of course, being General, the King is going to be on our tails!" Remus buried his head in his hands. "How did I do this?"

"That's what I want to know!" Gohan growled at him. "Remus, how could you?"

"I don't know. I just don't know." He hit his head against the wall.

"Remus, we don't have peace between the Carbloins! They're still our top choice enemies! They're too close now! They could attack any time!"

Remus looked up, slightly smiling. "Unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless," he continued, "we get that contract and rip it into shreds before the King sees...are you up for adventure, Gohan? A little excitement?"

Gohan scratched his head, intrigued with the idea. "If we're caught, you know what it means...wait, why do you need me?"

"You're the King's royal advisor! You can get into the palace without an invitation..." Remus trailed off.

Gohan shook his head, and just realized that Videl was still in the room. "Perfect timing, ne?" He laughed nervously. "Remus, what time do you want em to meet you?"

Remus tapped his chin, and his tail tightened around his waist. "Can't you come now? The sooner the better."

"Fine. Let's go." He grabbed his scouter off the side table and turned to Videl. "Videl, I'll be back as soon as possible. Okay? Go ahead and make dinner for yourself." He smiled at her, then walked out of the door, followed by Remus. Riokko looked at Videl disapprovingly, and then smirked.

"You're master is mine."

She walked out the door, slamming it shut behind her. Videl rolled her eyes. "Kono ama...[1]" She walked over to the door, and locked it, knowing Gohan would break it down later for food. She walked into the kitchen, and turned on the overhead light. "Some dinner...I'll save him the patties." She pulled out one small slab of meat and began to chop it into small pieces. She tossed the pieces on to a plate. She placed her hand over them, using her ki to warm them up. She sighed.

She took her plate back over to the couch, and began to chew slowly. The sunlight peeked in through the open window. She smiled, and leaned back on the cushions. She closed her eyes and began to sleep.

* * *

She was dreaming. Dreaming of a place she could only be in a dream, and nobody could get to her. Except now. Except him. She could feel him calling her. Her mark was burning. But why wasn't she moving?

She was in that room again. The all white room. Except it was different. She was wearing a long silk white gown; her mothers. The door. It opened and closed again. Strong arms held her waist, a pair of lips kissed her cheek. A chin rested on her shoulder.

"Videl..."

It was such a soft sweet voice, but, who was it? It was so familiar, but who could it have been? She felt so warm in those arms, so safe. The world stood still. It was perfect.

The wind blew her hair out of her face as the room around her began to dissolve. Everything began to dissolve into utter darkness. Before it went, she turned around to face the person who had held her.

Son Gohan.

~*~

"Gohan! Slow down! Let me catch up with you two! Goooooohan!"

Gohan covered his ears as Riokko yelled again. "Will you shut up, Riokko? Remus, why did you bring her along?"

Remus blinked, surprised. "I thought you said she could come along."

"No I didn't."

Remus shrugged. "Whatever. Okay, we have to get into the palace first before we can get into the contract. Understand? Who's the guard...Uub? He's a softie! I thought it was Mathazar...Uub let's anyone in he knows. Wonder how he even keeps the job," he trailed off.

Gohan rolled his eyes. "Riokko, why don't you stand next to Uub and talk to him while me and Remus and me will go in and get-"

"Bad idea, mate." Remus whispered, smiling. "She's got a bigger mouth than your father has of awards. Trust me. . . that's a lot."

Gohan rolled his eyes and walked steadily up to Uub. "Good evening, Uub."

Uub looked at him, smiling. "Good evening, Gohan. How are you?"

"I'm fine. I need to get in with Remus. Alright?"

"That's fine! Where is he?" Uub looked around the dark space.

"Here." Remus stepped out of the shadows, and then grinned. "Let's go. Sooner we go in, the sooner we go out." He smiled and put an arm around Gohan's shoulder and pushed him toward the palace doors. "Don't look back, just keep walking." Remus said through his teeth.

"Where're we going?"

"The Yubbinkyoku [2]. Hurry up before it locks!" Remus gave Gohan a slight pushed toward a door. He shut it behind him, and smiled at Gohan. "Now I need to know how to turn these damn things on...ah ha! Thank you Gohan! Just a moment before we're out of here."

"Hurry up, Remus." Gohan spat. "I don't like to be here at this hour."

"Alright...it's gone. Let's go. I think I hear somebody coming"

Gohan dashed out of the room, and bumped into Trunks. Trunks looked up at him for a moment, then smiled. "Gohan! Stay and play with me! Goten didn't come over and Otusan says if I ask him to play one more time he'll blow my brains out of my head. Please, Gohan? Please? Nobody wants to play with me!"

Gohan shook his head. "Trunks! I just have to get back to Videl...she's alone, and I don't think she appreciates that. Tomorrow, okay?"

Trunks sighed, stuck out his bottom lip. "Okay...see you tomorrow."

"Great. See you tomorrow, and I'll bring Trunks." Gohan let out a sigh of relief.

"Have fun with Videl! Tell her I said hi!" Trunks waved back at him. He pouted, and slumped against a wall. "Now who's going to play with me?" He smiled evilly. "Oh, Mathazar..."

~*~

Videl awoke with cold sweat beads resting on her forehead. Had she really dreamed that? The door burst open and Gohan came in. She wiped her face off and smiled at him. "Back so soon?"

"Yeah, it wasn't as hard as it seemed." He took off his scouter and rubbed his face. "Sow what have you been doing to keep yourself busy?"

"Nothing really," she said, "I already ate. There's plenty more if you want some."

"No thanks." He leaned back in the couch. "I'm not that hungry."

"You? Not hungry? Gohan, is there something wrong?" She placed her hand on his forehead. It was burning. "You have a fever!"

"Really, Videl, I'm fine-"

"No, buts." She got off the couch and forced him to extend his body over the couch. "You rest here, I'll make you some dinner and get you a cool rag to get your tempeture down. You stay here while I get a blanket..."

Gohan looked at her running back and forth from her room to the bathroom and come back out with a blue blanket. She draped it over him, and smiled at the look on his face. "You never did have anyone to take care of you when you were sick, did you?"

He sat up and stared at her. "No. My mom tried to, but my dad was convinced on making me stronger than him. He used to say, 'What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.' But I could never tell how had to do with fevers. But he used to drag me out of bed and fight it off."

"Did it work?"

"Most of the time. Other times it just made me more sick." He chuckled, then said, "You don't have to take care of me like this. I mean, you really only have to do is cook and clean for me. Not take care of and eighteen-year-old saiyan."

"I'm okay." She smiled. "Now about that food." She walked into the kitchen, and took out the package of patties. "How hungry are you, Gohan?"

"Not very."

"Okay." She took out six patties and cut them up. She placed them on a plate, and used her ki to warm them up. She took a rag out of the drawer and ran it under the water. Videl took a cup and filled it with water. She brought them over to the couch. She smiled and sat down on the edge of the couch. She handed him the plate and dabbed the rag on his forehead.

Gohan smiled. "You're good at this. Did you do this often?"

She blushed, and shook her head. "Nope. I never usually take care of people. My dad was really always out, and he had hangovers, but nothing I could help him with. I couldn't make the pain go away." She dipped the rag into the cup and ringed the lose water out. She placed it back on his forehead. "My housekeeper, Iris, used to take care of me like this, so I s'pose I learned from her."

"You had a good teacher," he commented.

She blushed again. Gohan placed the plate on the side table. "What's wrong?"

"I fell a little sick to my stomach. I'm not that hungry. I'll eat in a minute." He looked at her, as she gently stroked his face with the soft rag, trying to swipe away whatever kind of fever had taken over him.

He caught her wrist. He guided her hand over and took the rag out of her hands and dropped it into the cup. He stared at her hands, and started to touch her fingers gingerly.

"Your hands are so small."

She looked at him. He was staring at her hands, still touching them. "You're just like us." He looked up in her eyes. "Just like me."

"Huh?" She said, as he pressed the palm of his hand against hers. "Gohan..."

He pressed his fingers of his other hand to her lips, and continued to stare at their hands. "I don't see what the fuss is about...you're the same. You have hands just like me." He took her other hand in his. "Two hands, two feet, two eyes, a nose, lips, a heart...you're the same." He stared at her mouth, making her lips soft.

"Gohan," she tried, but he pressed his finger to her lips again.

"Shh," he soothed. "I'm glad you're the same Videl." He took his right hand and cupped her face. "Very glad." He slowly guided it to his, leaning his down in the process. Videl took in a deep sigh, and closed her eyes. Gohan shut his eyes.

Time stood still.

He felt her lips. They were so soft, so warm, kissing with tenderness. His arms sneeked around her waist as hers flew around his neck. He wanted to stay forever, stuck, in that sweet embrace.

His lips were so comforting on hers. Just like in the dream. Nothing like all her other kisses she had gotten kisses from, whether she liked it or not. They were so cold, and stiff. Gohan was so soft, so tender. Why? He was kissing with a soft tender passion that she loved.

The kiss grew more demanding and passionate, until Gohan drew Videl over his body to stradle his lap. Gohan was enjoying this kiss. Never before, in his life, had a woman ever caused him to lose it like this. Why could Videl annoy him so much and give him so much griefe but bliss at the same time?

A voice in Gohan's head told him to stop, that it was wrong, but his saiyan instincts were taking over. He was going to lose it, and become violent in a minute...

He left her lips and kissed down to her chin and neck. He started to caress her right shoulder, running his tongue gently, sucking on the skin, then gaining control over himself. He kissed up to her mouth again, his tongue on her bottom lip, begging for entrance.

She let him in, and moaned against his mouth. She enjoyed it until a thought ran across her mind:

You're his slave.

The statement bounced around her head, back and forth. It wouldn't settle. It didn't make sense. Nothing did. But this did. Only this.

You're his slave.

Videl pulled back, and scrambled off of Gohan's lap. She ran a finger over her lips, and stared at him through horrified eyes. She gathered her cloak and rushed towards the door.

"I forgot something at the store! I'm sure they have Quail eggs now!" And she shut the door heavily behind her. She ran down the stairs a while, before stopping. She leaned against the wall and began to sob.

Gohan leaned back on the couch an ran his finger over her lips. They were tingling. He ran his tounge over them. He could taste her. He swallowed hard, just now calculating what had happend.

"What have I done?"

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A/N: BWAhhAHAHA! I'm evil, aren't I? Well, wasn't this WELL worth the wait? I thought so! They kissed, but does that mean they're together? You don't know, but I do! And you won't know until the next chapter! Please r/r!!!! Thanks so much!

[1] "Kono ama" means "You dirty slut!" Yeah, thanks to my wonderful translating skills, I was able to translate this. It fits, her, doesn't it?

[2] Yubbinkyoku means 'Post office'. Okay, not very creative, but hey...why now?

Next Chapter: Uh, Gohan does something very interesting that will change the rest of his life. Not what you're thinking!

Poll

Okay, I want to know if I should make it a lemon, or no lemon. I've only written one lemon before, so, I'm not experienced, but I think I could make it good. Because they are going to get together soon. Like within the next few chapters. K?

-Lemon

-Non Lemon

Please tell me!

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