What are you afraid of?
Chapter 3: Soon, Son Gohan, Soon.
-Danski

A/N hey guys, me again. I'm going to keep up with the chapters because a special friend of mine
likes this fanfic. yep, this ones for you, Rachie! [ "Promises" by Angel-Hiragizawa32 ]
please review and dont forget to read! @_@ ah..hehehe.


Chapter 3: Soon, Son Gohan, Soon.


Two dark shadowy figures turn down a dimly-lit hallway and continue to stride towards a room on
the far west wing of the house. They turn a corner and pass exquisite pieces of art on the
walls and on small tables, not even stopping to glance at them as they do on their regular
visits.

The two black-clad beings hurriedly quicken their pace, after a glance at their synchronized
watches tell them that they are indeed late for this most important meeting.
Maids and numerous butlers stop and stare at the unusual duo as they head down yet another
hall.

Suddenly, without warning, one of the figures in black stumbles, and then trips over his black
shoelace, that he had neglected to tie that morning. He goes flying to the lush carpeted
floor with a loud 'Thump' and his partner stops and gawks before stooping beside his friend
and in hushed tones, telling his grounded partner of his insolence;


"Goten, get up! You're ruining our image!!"


Goten pushed the black sunglasses onto his head, and the world turned bright again, and
complained loudly;


"but Trunks I cant hardly see anything with these glasses on!"


Trunks sighed. "Goten I told you before! remember the movie I showed you yesterday?"


Goten closed his eyes and thought hard. He could remember the huge grasshopper he had caught,
and the delicious lunch his mother had made for him, then the bird he raced to Trunks house...
and the movie about the secret agent guys who wore all black!


"yeah! I remember!" he nodded, infinitely pleased with himself, as Trunks looked at his watch
again and replied,


"well that's what we are trying to do but if you continue to clutz we'll look like clowns in
black! do you want to...


he was interrupted by a angry female voice from the end of the hallway.


"TRUNKS! GOTEN! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG I'VE BEEN WAITING?!?"


"oops" both boys said in unison, hanging their heads. Honestly, if it wasn't one female telling
them off, it was another.


"You're horribly late, but at least you're here, now. come into my study." Videl commanded, and
the half Saiyans trooped past her, Trunks slipping on Goten's shoelace, still untied, and then
quickly glancing left and right, then left again to confirm that nobody had seen him fall.


Videl sat facing the wall in her swivel chair as the boys took seats in front of her desk.
Goten was on his third attempt to climb into the too-high chair when Trunks seized him by the
scruff of his neck and hoisted him into the air, then down into the hard uncomfortable seat,
compared with Videl's plush red leather swivel chair, clearly indicating who was boss.



"Okay boys, you know why I've called you here." Trunks and Goten glanced at each other, as Videl
turned in her chair to face them. She looked quite the character, sitting in her chair, fingers
entwined together, head slightly downwards to cast an eerie shadow across her face.



"Actually, Videl, sir, we don't" Goten managed to get out.



Videl blanched at the use of her name and sir in the same phrase, and decided not to correct him,
but answer his question.



"Well guys, its simple really, and it's like this..." she began.



Seven mugs of water, two toilet trips and thirty nods of the head later, Videl had finished
her story, and placed her hands on the desk.



"Now do you see why i have to find out what he is afraid of?" Videl questioned the boys,
hoping against hope that they understood at last. Goten raised his hand and Videl prayed
he was not asking permission to use the restroom again.



"yes Goten?"



"I just wanted to add that Mom is really scary when she has the frying pan." Trunks nodded.
Bulma had witnessed the power that rather bent pan had on the two growing saiyans and had
acquired one of her own. Now, doubly relentless, Vegeta spent most time raiding the freezer
for ice packs for his bumped skull, all the while cursing the blasted woman and her blasted,
blasted, blasted utensil...

...And would receive yet another blow to the head for cursing in the house. Life wasn't fair
for Saiyans who chose to reside on Earth, and heaven help the poor soul who become involved
with Earthling females.

Videl pouted.



"There HAS to be something else. here." she held her hands out and two identical walkie talkies
rested in her palms.



"One each. Now within the next twenty-four to forty-eight hours I will be contacting each of
you with what you have to do. Be alert and expecting my call."

Both Goten and Trunks nodded solemnly and took a walking talkie each, pocketing it carefully.



"That will be all for now." Videl once again turned her chair to face the wall and the boys
hopped off the chairs, grateful to be off the hard surfaces at last, and heading out the door,

down the corridor,

through the living room,

through the entrance hall,

and into the bright sunshine outside, adjusting their sunglasses as they left the building.

Videl watched them go through her window on the third floor and adjusted her hands in her lap.



"Soon Son Gohan. Soon my wrath will begin and you will know fear."




A/N geez, i feel sorry for Gohan!!!! dont you? this chapter was for Rachie, and I hope she
enjoyed it! love you lots buddy!. anyways, please review and tell me what you think!

Love and rainbow socks, Danski XXX