Disclaimer: I'm not even going to bother, you already should know the drill by now. But for a quick overview.... I don't own DBZ.
A.N.: My second G/V fic. Hopefully it's even better then my first. Basically as a summary, Videl makes a decision based on what she thinks is the best course of action. But is it really? And how does it effect her and Gohan.
After the enthusiastic response from the last chapter, I thought it would be just cruel to deny you for a couple of weeks. I know it's short, but I didn't think there was a whole lot more to add. Hope you've enjoyed this fic, 'cause I sure have. ^_^
The Choice Is Simple
By ~Crystal Delphina~
Epilogue
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"Bulma?"
"Yes Chichi?"
"I hate teenagers!!" Bulma nearly dropped the phone at her friend's sudden outburst.
"Um..." She was confused as to how this realization came across for Chichi. "okay, why?"
"Because that son of mine is just an enigma. One minute he's ready to make the 439 mountain area into the 439 barren valley, and the next minute he comes through the door whistling. Whistling!!" Chichi fumed as she paced back and forth through the kitchen, going about her jobs rather crudely. She chopped the carrot with hard jerky (dangerous) movements, nearly slicing the cutting board with her knife using brute force.
"And then he tell me that he's not going to leave the school. And as if nothing has changed at all, he nonchalantly walks upstairs to his room - still whistling mind you - and lays on his bed with that big, stupid, loveable, Goku grin. And then he just simply falls asleep, murmuring something or other about Videl and school. I'm going to literally kill that boy," she seethed over the phone, brandishing the knife at an invisible Gohan. Slicing madly at the air for a few seconds, she then slung the knife, and hit a watermelon right in the center that was sitting on a counter clear across the room.
"He has the nerve to act like your stupid husband - "
"Will you stop that already?!" Bulma's laughter halted abruptly with Chichi's comment, and instead was replaced by an annoyed and infuriated look.
"Oh shutup Bulma! I'm venting here, so don't cross me right now. We can get into a catfight later about Vegeta if you really want to. Right now, Gohan is the one that is in my line of fire, and I don't suggest you want to be standing behind him when he falls." Bulma shut her mouth and wasn't sure whether to be angered by Chichi's rudeness, or laugh hysterically at how the women was reacting.
"Anyway," Chichi continued without further thought to her comment on Vegeta. " he has the nerve to do that, and then doesn't even apologize or give any type of explanation. Well I'll tell you something - that boy is going to pay." She hung up the phone, not even bothering to say goodbye to Bulma, and wretched the knife out of the watermelon.
"I'll show you Son Gohan," she muttered while cutting (whacking really) at the poor watermelon. "no training or dinner for a week. I'll make him pay. I'll take away the two most important things to those damn saiyans."
Bulma started laughing extremely hard after having to hold it in for so long, as soon as she heard the small click on the other end of the line. Normally, she would have been mad, but the situation truly was sidesplitting. Chichi was acting like a crazed woman, ready to go on a rampage.
Tears fell from her eyes in mirth as she nearly fell onto the floor.
Vegeta paused in the doorway, looking on at the spectacle. With a disturbed look, he walked down the hallway with a bit more haste. The woman had gone eccentric as far as he was concerned and it could be contagious.
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Videl walked into her room with the biggest (goofiest, though she would never admit it and no one would dare tell her) grin on her face. Could she actually smile anymore without stretching her face? Most likely not. Noriko suddenly appeared in the doorway, and paused a moment to examine the teenage girl.
"Phone Miss." Videl couldn't wipe the wide smile off her face as she turned towards Noriko.
"Who is it?" Overjoyed with the change in her attitude, Noriko smiled in turn. The gloomy days had been hard, but Videl seemed to be over it, rather quickly too. Noriko had a sense at to why, but decided to be a bit evil. It would be good to tease the girl a bitafter putting herself and everyone else through hell for five freaking days.
"Oh, you know..." Noriko drawled, eyeing Videl." some guy. I'm sure you don't want to talk to him though, so I'll just tell him to bug off. I mean, I know you don't want to talk to Son Gohan," she said nonchalantly while waving her hand in the air in dismissal. Videl scrambled to her bedside to pick up her phone, not bothering to see the smirk Noriko gave as she walked out the door.
"Gohan?"
"Hey Videl. Your dad isn't home this week right?" Gohan asked nervously.
"Umm, yeah, right." Unsure of where this conversation was heading, proceeding with caution seemed like the best bet.
"Do you think I could eat dinner over there for the next week?? Please???"