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Author's Note: Here it is, the chapter you've all been waiting for sooo patiently. *Kat immediately goes into a laughing fit* Okay, maybe not so patiently. Rest assured, this is only a fanfic, which means I can tweak the storyline a little. Good. I'm glad we all understand that. I don't like it when people yell at me. *Dragontwin begins to sob and Kat puts her arm around Dragontwin's shoulder.* We'll get the fanfic going as soon as Dragontwin calms down…She's normally not like this….
Confessions-Chapter 8 Dragontwin/Kat
"Hey Videl honey, I'm going to go for this job interview." Two years after Videl had accepted Gohan's offer of marriage, they were living in the city while Gohan finished up his Ph.D. Needless to say, Chichi was happy. In fact, everything was going great in the Son family. Goku was alive, miraculously, Goten was happy, it seemed like everybody was happy on this particular morning. Except Videl, who was sitting on the bathroom floor. Videl wasn't feeling too good, and the only response to his shouted comment was a dry heave. "Are you going to be all right?"
"I'm fine, Gohan." With that, she leaned over the toilet again.
"Maybe you should go see Bulma." While Gohan was trying to distract her with conversation, he was debating whether or not he ought to stay home from this interview after all.
"Don't you ever think about it, Son Gohan. You need that job, if only to keep you out of my hair for a while." One thing was for sure, she thought as the room span around, they didn't need the money. Maybe they would now, though. She wondered where that came from. Meanwhile, Gohan was talking to her. She tried to focus on him.
"Okay, I'll go if you say so Videl. But if I go to this interview, you go see Bulma. She's more likely to know what's wrong with you than any doctor I know." Videl nodded and heaved once more. The only problem she faced now was getting off of the bathroom floor. She wasn't about to ask for help, but Gohan noticed her dilemma.
"Do you want me to carry you there?" Videl's eyes looked pleading, but she shook her head.
"I can't make you miss the start of your interview! I know you really wanted that job." His tongue touched the back of his front teeth, irritated.
"It doesn't matter. They're going to give me the job anyway." Videl inclined her head carefully. She didn't want to pass out right there. Gohan picked her up like she was made of glass and held her snug against his chest.
The Vegeta Briefs Residence.
"Hey Gohan!" Trunks was the first to see their guest arrive, and he waved his hand enthusiastically. Unfortunately, he was in the middle of a spar with Goten, who caught him when he was unaware. Trunks went flying into the side of the building, which had been reinforced by Bulma herself after the boys had ruined the outside wall a few dozen times.
"What's wrong with Videl?" Goten looked at his brother's wife with concern in his eyes, which was a mistake, because Trunks took his revenge, and Goten made a small crater with the impact of Trunks punch. Gohan laughed a second, and Videl moaned. The motion was making her sick.
"She's not feeling to well, Goten. Could you tell me where Bulma is?" Trunks nodded and blocked Goten's punch, which he had thrown with little effort. Neither of them was really trying too hard. They were concerned about Videl.
"She's in her lab. It's down the hallway to your right. You can't miss it."
"Thanks Trunks." Gohan walked slowly and carefully so he could avoid jarring her head.
Bulma's Lab
"Hey Gohan, what's up? Oh, I see…well, place her on the bed. I'll want to take some vital signs." Bulma bit her lip. *I haven't seen anyone like this since…well, since I was pregnant with Bra…nasty things those Saiyan babies…* A bolt of inspiration hit her suddenly. She smiled. "Gohan, why don't you wait outside?" He looked hurt, but Bulma was hasty to reassure him. "Don't worry, she'll be all right. It'll just be easier to take care of her without you hanging around, okay?"
"She wants me to go to this job interview…"
"Well then, I would go. When she comes around, say about noon, she won't be too happy that you have disobeyed her orders. We get like that sometimes when…" Her voice trailed off. *After all Bulma, you're not even sure that that's what the problem is.* "Just go on ahead Gohan, I'll let you know." *Or, with any luck…she'll let you know.*
"Here we go Videl. I have some questions to ask you…"
Author's Note: Here it is, the chapter you've all been waiting for sooo patiently. *Kat immediately goes into a laughing fit* Okay, maybe not so patiently. Rest assured, this is only a fanfic, which means I can tweak the storyline a little. Good. I'm glad we all understand that. I don't like it when people yell at me. *Dragontwin begins to sob and Kat puts her arm around Dragontwin's shoulder.* We'll get the fanfic going as soon as Dragontwin calms down…She's normally not like this….
Confessions-Chapter 8 Dragontwin/Kat
"Hey Videl honey, I'm going to go for this job interview." Two years after Videl had accepted Gohan's offer of marriage, they were living in the city while Gohan finished up his Ph.D. Needless to say, Chichi was happy. In fact, everything was going great in the Son family. Goku was alive, miraculously, Goten was happy, it seemed like everybody was happy on this particular morning. Except Videl, who was sitting on the bathroom floor. Videl wasn't feeling too good, and the only response to his shouted comment was a dry heave. "Are you going to be all right?"
"I'm fine, Gohan." With that, she leaned over the toilet again.
"Maybe you should go see Bulma." While Gohan was trying to distract her with conversation, he was debating whether or not he ought to stay home from this interview after all.
"Don't you ever think about it, Son Gohan. You need that job, if only to keep you out of my hair for a while." One thing was for sure, she thought as the room span around, they didn't need the money. Maybe they would now, though. She wondered where that came from. Meanwhile, Gohan was talking to her. She tried to focus on him.
"Okay, I'll go if you say so Videl. But if I go to this interview, you go see Bulma. She's more likely to know what's wrong with you than any doctor I know." Videl nodded and heaved once more. The only problem she faced now was getting off of the bathroom floor. She wasn't about to ask for help, but Gohan noticed her dilemma.
"Do you want me to carry you there?" Videl's eyes looked pleading, but she shook her head.
"I can't make you miss the start of your interview! I know you really wanted that job." His tongue touched the back of his front teeth, irritated.
"It doesn't matter. They're going to give me the job anyway." Videl inclined her head carefully. She didn't want to pass out right there. Gohan picked her up like she was made of glass and held her snug against his chest.
The Vegeta Briefs Residence.
"Hey Gohan!" Trunks was the first to see their guest arrive, and he waved his hand enthusiastically. Unfortunately, he was in the middle of a spar with Goten, who caught him when he was unaware. Trunks went flying into the side of the building, which had been reinforced by Bulma herself after the boys had ruined the outside wall a few dozen times.
"What's wrong with Videl?" Goten looked at his brother's wife with concern in his eyes, which was a mistake, because Trunks took his revenge, and Goten made a small crater with the impact of Trunks punch. Gohan laughed a second, and Videl moaned. The motion was making her sick.
"She's not feeling to well, Goten. Could you tell me where Bulma is?" Trunks nodded and blocked Goten's punch, which he had thrown with little effort. Neither of them was really trying too hard. They were concerned about Videl.
"She's in her lab. It's down the hallway to your right. You can't miss it."
"Thanks Trunks." Gohan walked slowly and carefully so he could avoid jarring her head.
Bulma's Lab
"Hey Gohan, what's up? Oh, I see…well, place her on the bed. I'll want to take some vital signs." Bulma bit her lip. *I haven't seen anyone like this since…well, since I was pregnant with Bra…nasty things those Saiyan babies…* A bolt of inspiration hit her suddenly. She smiled. "Gohan, why don't you wait outside?" He looked hurt, but Bulma was hasty to reassure him. "Don't worry, she'll be all right. It'll just be easier to take care of her without you hanging around, okay?"
"She wants me to go to this job interview…"
"Well then, I would go. When she comes around, say about noon, she won't be too happy that you have disobeyed her orders. We get like that sometimes when…" Her voice trailed off. *After all Bulma, you're not even sure that that's what the problem is.* "Just go on ahead Gohan, I'll let you know." *Or, with any luck…she'll let you know.*
"Here we go Videl. I have some questions to ask you…"