This sucked. Stuck in his room, bored to death, and hungry. VERY HUNGRY.
"....I don't CARE what happened, you RUINED your new clothes! Look at your shirt!"
"But Mom, there was a-!"
"DON'T ARGUE WITH ME! Oooooh, what am I going to DO with you!"
"But-!"
Hehe, onichan made himself all mucky. Clothes were brownish-black, he looked like a dry slime-monster or somethin. Mommy
didn't like it though. At all. Well, HE thought it was funny. But HE hadn't done anything wrong, why'd he have to go
to his room? So what if he jumped on Gohan and got a little dirty himself?
Goten laid stomach down on his bed, face puffed up in his small hands, pouting mutinously. This didn't make any sense.
Why would okassan be mad at Onichan, and more importantly, why she couldn't cook while arguing. Yeah, so he was dirty
and stuff. HE got dirty too. Quite often.
Goten growled, slipping his face into his hands deeper. Why'd Gohan get it so easy! HE got a BATH when he got dirty,
with water and splashing and usually a few destroyed trees, and THAT HORRID, EVIL stinging foamy stuff slopped in his hair,
in his ears, up his nose, in his mouth, all over his eyes......
But that wasn't particularly important. No, right now, the stomach was begging the brain to put ANYTHING in his mouth,
and when his Hercule Smash-Em Toy started looking good, he needed to eat. His little mind worked
feverishly to find a way to end the shoopid argument about mud. Mud....
His eyes brightened up happily. He knew EXACTLY what to do! And Gohan thought HE was the smartest-est!
Taking a large green sand bucket from under his bed, giggling and snickering the whole time, he poured out the dirt from
the cage with the baby dinasour and baby snake inside. A lot of it got on the floor, but that would keep Mr. Snake and
Mr. Dinasour happier anyway. Ah, all empty now!
He looked at the pile of dirt in the bucket, and frowned. This wasn't it. Something was missing. Something important.
Goten sat down with his legs crossed, glaring accusingly at the dirt for a while. What was wrong with it?
OH! It wasn't WET. Wet was needed for mud. In a brilliant deduction, he realized that, because mud only appeared in rain,
rain was needed for mud.
But this presented another problem. It WASN'T raining outside, and the sink was downstairs. He didn't want to ruin the
surprise.
Crud.
Then he remembered the fishbowl in the hallway and brightened. That had wet water in it! Scooping out Mr. fish with a cup,
he poured all the rest of the water into the mixture, except the toy castle. He'd keep that.
Goten deeply pondered the effectiveness and perfection of his expirement, twirling it, and tasting a little in his mouth.
Spitting it out hastily, he concluded gleefully that the solution was perfect.
Although the bucket was almost as big as he was, his unusual strength allowed him to lift it with relative ease.
Unfortuantely, it was held in such a way that he had hard time seeing where he was going. Some
small amounts of the carefully contrived solution slopped onto the stairs. Placing the bucket in the next
room, he skipped out into the kitchen, smiling 'innocently'.
Gohan sat in a chair staring at the wall, looking like he wanted to slam his head into it repeatedly. Chichi was about to
continue her speech, when she saw Goten slip into the room.
"Goten, sweety, please stay in your room until I'm done talking with your DEAR brother!"
Gohan glanced at him, and Goten gave him a wink. Heehee, why'd Gohan look so nervous all of a sudden. This is going
to help him!
"Well momma, I'm kinda hungry-"
"As usual."
"Real Hungry. Staaawving, actooaly."
"Yes that's ni-"
"So I thinks, maybe I should end the aguumant Make everywone HAPPY. I figger that we all needs to be peequal, that'll
stop the aguument."
Now Gohan looked visibly ill, kinda like he had a frog in his stomach or something. Mommy looked kind of confused too.
"What on earth are you talking about, Goten?"
Giggling, he ran into the other room, grabbed the bucket, ran back, and hurled the contents of it all over his mom.
"See, now EVEYWON is muddy!.....mom?....mommy?....hee..heehee...*gulp*...."
Videl was at this moment making a good show of sulking in her room, but she was rather surprised as well. She thought for sure that her Dad would take her out of school, or lock her in a safe, or something stupid like that. But he actually, honest to god, THOUGHT for once, and realized that she needed school. If not for the education, for the fact that'd she die of boredom and loneliness. Being rich and famous sucked in that way.
Then she grit her teeth. That new maid of his kept trying to convince him that it was unsafe for her to go to school. Oh, how she HATED that woman, she was trying to become a mistress of HER father. She'd actually convinced him to send a bodygaurd with her to school. What a load of bull. If they were doing ANYTHING at night, there'd be hell to pay.
She sighed, and laid her head down on the pillow. There would be time to think later-
"KREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
She shot up, frightened out of her mind. "D-DAD!?"
Hercule zoomed into her room and huddled into a ball. "Videl, it's all right! I'm h-h-h-here now. P-probably just a bird or something."
"What sord of bird makes THAT kind of sound, dad! It sounded like some horrible, inhuman scream!"
"I don't know honey, I d-d-don't know."
Both sat shivering, though Videl did her best to hide it. The sound did not return, though in her imagination she thought she heard wet, muffled cries and desperate pleas for mercy and death.
Emporer Pilaf popped out of his bed, pulling up his Nightcap, screeching. "WHAT WAS THAT!?! ARE WE BEING ATTACKED?"
Shao hid under his pillow, while Mai blazed to the main computer, hurling a shivering grunt out of the seat. "I don't see anything sire!"
Pilaf shivered and curled himself up in his blanket. "Well keep watch, both of you. I trust this pack of buffoons around me about as much as I trust four convicted criminals with a sack of money. Why don't these fools keep better gaurd? And what was the point of the story switching over here?"
Gohan stumbled up to his school the following monday, ears bright pink and hair shining like a black waxed Corvette. He swore to himself that he would never, ever, make his kids wash their hair for an ENTIRE DAY. Or, for all things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small, ever-
"Hey, Gohan, you all right?"
He forced his eyes to straighten on the shapely form in front of him, who was holding some ice to her shoulder. "My mom....wasn't very happy about the tar..."
Videl smirked, "Nor my Dad, but at least he didn't make me wax my hair off. Have you seen Sharperner and Eliza yet?"
As if on cue, both rushed up to meet them. Surprisingly, despite the ferocity of the explosion, neither were hurt besides a few bruises, and a nasty scratch on Sharperner's forehead. Eliza ran up to Videl in relief. "We heard about everything! I swore I saw you fly over the cliff or something, I thought you'd be killed!" *insert traditional chick-flick crying-in-relief scene*
Sharperner muttered, and gingerly touched the large scratch on his head. "Well, least we're all somewhat ok."
Eliza giggled, "Gohan looks ok, at least. Jeez, the glare off your hair is blinding though."
Gohan reddened, "Eheh....yeah. Mom was VERY unhappy about the state I was in when I got home. Course my little brother didn't help very much....though I don't thing he at ALL deserved such a horrible-"
Videl smiled benignly. "Know what you mean. Yeah, I WAS falling off that cliff, then the 'Gold Fighter' caught me. But, naturally, he fell into the pit afterwards, clumsy fool that he was. You hear about this, Eliza?"
The boy gave her a pitiful, pleading look. But, of course, she and the blonde fell to discussion of the various ups and downs of his looks, his voice, his personal hygiene, the exact amount of hay it would take to make a nest as big as his hair, etc etc.
Sharperner sighed as the bell rang, "Well, back to class I suppose.
Videl shouldered her bag and started up to the classroom. "Hey, Eliza, Gohan, Sharperner, did any of you guys hear that huge bird screech saturday night?....."
Over the course of the week, a massive buildup of Bad Things were promising to make everything a jolly old mess. Pilaf and his undersecretaries were collecting the dragonballs, albiet slowly. Mark's somewhat irrational hatred of Gohan was growing by the day. Mr Satan still didn't have his pony.
And Gohan was probably going to break down and cry if Videl teased him anymore about what she wanted to do that friday.
That Friday, to be exact, Videl was taunting him outrageously, while Eliza giggled in the background, though she didn't understand what was going on. "I don't know, Gohan, I'm looking forward to it. A pound of your flesh...no wait...that's the Merchant of Venice. I need to think of something more orignial...."
Gohan had by this point given up on persuading her to show mercy. Fortunately, he was finally getting the hang of not blushing whenever she said anything......sort of. Of course, Social Health and Home Economics was not exactly the preffered class to end the day on, since he'd be working constantly with her.
Unbeknowst to either, Ann Alogy was taking gossip notes. This'd make her Queen Gossip if she was careful enough. Something inside her, however, seethed. If this WAS a date, then she'd have to be quicker in catching Gohan. Despite preening herself constantly over mirrors, hours of makeup and hair preparation, and numerous thinly veiled invitations, he hadn't noticed her at all, besides the occasional confused glance. Usually she'd just move on, since this one was so dense, but some sick-minded deity (*whistles innocently*) was affecting her personality in such a way as to make her persist in her chase.
She WAS the complete try-to-break-up-favorite-couple-girl (TM), and she vowed to make him notice her, in a BIG way. She quckly assigned some lackeys to pass up a Personally Signed Movie Group Date Invitation. It reached the last carrier in the space of a minute via a complicated web of passing, but then the teacher walked in, and the gust of wind from the door blew it under the stairs.
Mr. Forrester strode up, an cheerful smile on his face. The entire classroom hushed fearfully, Mr. Forrester smiling meant a new project. In fact, Mr Forrester smiling cheerfully was something they had never even xeen before. Which was bad.
"Well, children, you've finally gotten your cooking skills to the point at which I can IDENTIFY the food, so now....we're going to start handing out the robotic children early this year."
A massive groan of despair echoed around the classroom. Mr. Forrester continued, smiling. "These children are very advanced, created and manufactured personally by the Capsule Corporation. They're ALMOST lifelike, especially in the way that they wake you up at LEAST 8 times in the middle of the night. For this weekend, you will be working at eachother's homes. You have tonight, Saturday, and Sunday, and you must have gone to BOTH houses. Don't ask why, it's for me to know." (How convenient)
Videl banged her head hard on her desk.
"Now....Ms Satan, enlighten me, what are you doing?"
"I'm banging my head on the desk," she said matter-of-factly, not stopping.
"Why? Is it one of those prestige things?"
Gohan looked a little hurt. Videl snapped, "No, because my DAD is going to have a fit if I bring ANYONE back to the houe! .....Oh god, sorry, my temper got the better of me."
The rest of the class snickered, and Mr. Forrster didn't look the least bit ruffled. "I feel so sorry for you. Your Dad can speak to me if he wants, but I won't change an assignment, not even for him. Now, this brings me to the point I was TRYING to reach. These documents explain the situation, you give them to the proper gaurdian."
Videl sighed, and whispered to Gohan, "Hey, listen, we'll go to my house tonight, so you don't have to stay so long."
"Uh, ok!"
Then she smirked, "Oh, and your not getting out of our little deal."
".....*mumble*if I run fast enough*mumble*"
"What?"
"eheheh, nothing, nothing."
She eyed him suspiciously, but turned her head back as Mr. Forrester explained how the babies worked. "Now, you have to either hold them like so, or put them on their back. If you abuse them or hold them wrong, it'll cry for about an hour, and it'll be recorded. When they cry for food, you'll have this cute little bottle to hold to their mouths. Finally, if they want to be played with, you have to give them a rattle and hold it there for about 10 minutes. Oh, and the baby's actually produce *ahem* bodily waste, so you'll have to change their diaper a few times."
Everyone in the room simultaneously banged their heads on the desks.
"Since there's no P.E. today, and I have nothing else to teach you, you are excused early. Pick up your baby, equipment, and sheet on your way out."
The empress glared daggers at the hateful little bundle in her arms, and was glad that most of the class had to endure this hell too. But why did so many of the other girls have to act so babyish around the...whatever the hell they are! They're little robots, DESIGNED for torture. Real children would be much different than THIS. (Not)
The hallway was nearly empty as she stomped her way down to Gohan's locker. He had already finished all of his other homework during Lunch, and was somewhat pleased with himself. Then he turned, saw the girl approaching him, and paled rapidly. Videl+Bad Mood=The Devil. "Uh...r-ready to go?"
Videl kicked his locker door, cracking it down the middle. "DAMN THIS THING! Oh, yeah, I'm warning you, my dad may try to kill you before I give him the reason for this stupid *Y%@ing assignment. LOOK AT THIS THING! IT'S SATAN! SAAAATTTTTAAAAAAANNNNN!!!!"
A little baby doll head was thrust up against his nose. Now that he thought about it, it did kind of look like it was laughing at him. "Maybe we could just-"
"NO! I'm going to teach father that he can't control EVERYTHING over me!"
"But maybe we could-!"
"DON'T ARGUE WITH ME!"
Gohan buttoned his lip, and, on a whim, took up a powerful 'babyishly submissive face'. Videl started to feel guilty, and squirmed a bit. She lowered her voice grumpily. "Sorry, sorry. What were you going to say?"
The boy smiled, mentally noting her semi-weakness. "I was thinking, maybe you could call him and explain it to him, so you don't get in trouble and I don't have a gun barrel shoved up my nose."
Videl glowered at him, "You know, you're too f*cking smart for your own good!" She took out her watch-phone and began to call home. Gohan blinked, not knowing if he had just been complimented or cursed at.
Suddenly, the girl yelled at him again, "Get out of here! I don't want you to hear this, it's embarassing!"
"E----ok.....I'll go use the bathroom or something."
Gohan didn't really need to go, so he washed his hands and face, reading the decades old graffiti all over the walls. Intelligent folks such as Pimp-o-Rama Peter, Jello-Vat Matt, and I-Got-A-Big-One Ron had left their highly balued signatures behind for all future generations to enjoy. While pondering this, his keen hearing picked up bits and peices of Videl's conversation, mainly slow, simple words. Then, to his mild surprise, he heard what had to be some sord of huge dinosaur bellowing, followed by earthquake tremmors.
Then there was silence. (A/N: Just a thought. What if, during the 5(0,000,000) minute battle between Goku and Freeza, one of them had to use the bathroom. You know, it seems odd how NONE of these guys EVER have to use the damn bathroom during an epic battle. Sorry...I'll shut up now.)
Videl was smirking to herself, and turned to face Gohan as he slipped back down the hallway. "Heh, it went great. He's furious about it, but he can't interfere with the project." Her voice got serious, "Still, be warned. There's this ....MAID that works closely with my Dad. I don't think she's going to let you in very easily. Don't worry, I've organized a pincer strategy in secret with Percy, he'll be there to take the brunt of the blows. Other than that, just stay calm and let me handle things."
"Uh...ok...."
Videl eyed him, "So, unless you start handling me, like the dirty, *snicker* perverted person that you are, we shouldn't have any problems once we *phht* get in, hmm? *phhhhhhhhhhhtttt snick snick*" She couldn't keep a straight face at all.
He turned his head down hastily. "H-have I been doing something-?"
Confusing Gohan even more, she started forcing down laughter. "*phhht* Gohan, it's *pheehee* SARCASM. As in, verbal *phaha* irony!"
"Oh..ok, I mean, just tell me if I'm being rude...."
She finally forced down the snickering fits and smiled at him, "I sincerely doubt that'll ever happen. Now then, let's find a place to take off from so we can fly home."
"Now hold on just one minute there," a high-pitched, whiny voice floated from down the hallway. It was Ann *uh oh*.
Videl and Gohan blinked in unison. Ann idled up, numerous blonde hair braids brushing repeatedly across her face. and walked airily up to the boy, ignoring Videl completely. "Hiiiii, Gohan, did you get my nooooote!?"
He stammered a bit, and drew back. Ann wasn't exactly ugly, she was just what High Schoolers eloquently call a "bitch". "N-note? N-no."
She snapped and glared daggers at Videl. "Of course you did! You're coming with me to the movies! BWAAAAHAHAAAA!"
The other girl blinked, then her eyes narrowed. "Ann, we have WORK to do, give it a rest. Why don't you go try and catch Sharperner, he started running a while back."
Ann gasped, "How DARE you! Gohan doll, let's get away from here, come on!"
He looked confusedly at her. "Doll?...uh, I didn't get a note, and I'm supposed to work with Videl today, so...um..."
Videl broke in, "He can't go. We have a great deal of work to do."
She sneered, "So, you guys are making out already, huh?"
Gohan spoke entirely innocently, "Making out? Never heard that expression.....What's-?"
Videl put an arm on his shoulder. "Oh, I don't KNOW, Ann. We DO work together a lot! Gohan, we need to think about naming our BABY. You know, for PRACTICE."
The shocked silence was interrupted by a much more nervous question. "Videl-san, what's making-?"
She smiled benignly at Ann, "We need to get going now."
Gripping the bewildered figure by the arm, Videl dragged Gohan down the hall. But the path was cut off.
"That's not fair at all I had my eyes on his cute ass face first and I've dreamt about him since I first saw him and and and it's not FAIR and I'm going to make sure that both of you yes BOTH of you don't hear the end of it because I have the POWER to spread gossip so nyah nyah and eventually Gohan'll take me out on a date and go to a nice restaurant and french me and we'll go over to YOUR house Videl so you'll positively BURN in envy like the spoiled little bitch you are so you will fail in your plot and wow I can really talk forever without breathing and WHERE'D YOU GO GET BACK HERE I'M NOT DONE!"
(I will admit wholeheartedly that I stole this idea from AAV. Just wanted to get that out of the way. IT WAS SO GOOD.)
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Pilaf's reckoning draws nearer, but it won't fit well into this chapter. Just to let you know that the main plot marches on.
Videl started gasping for air after about an hour of running, "I *huff* think she would've *puff* gone on FOREVER. We lost her, right?"
Gohan stopped, not even remotely tired. "Hope so. I didn't understand half of what she was saying, but whatever it was, it was driving me crazy."
"Let's just walk now, I don't think she followed us."
"...hey Videl, what did she mean by 'French me?'"
She stared at him in disbelief, "Are you serious?"
"Yeah...?" She'd have thought it was a joke except for the completely blank look on his face.
"Well..how to put this right....um....You ever see a movie couple kiss for a while? Yeah, that's it."
".........but I don't want to do that. Why'd she say I would-?"
"*sigh* Let's talk about this later."
"Ok. So.....uh, what's maki-"
"NOT NOW."
Now out of range, she decided to reassert her authority in case Gohan started getting strange ideas, even though the thought was ludicrous. Besides, SHE didn't want to hold the devil-child.
"All right, *thrust*, YOU get to hold it."
"But.......Videl, I'll look-"
"DON'T ARGUE WITH ME! And the face won't work this time! There is not a CHANCE of me carrying that thing out in the open! I have an image, you know. No, don't give me that look, I'm ignoring you! *hum hum hum hum huuuum hum huuuum*"
The streets bustled with crowds of busy people, most of them too preoccupied to care where the two were going. However, Gohan was getting some odd looks, and the odd snicker. Videl kept humming, droning out argument, so Gohan decided to try the tactic he'd learned from before. He dug deep into his arsenal of endearing faces and pulled out one of his best cute, pitiful, sad, pleading expressions. To complete the job, he focused both of his big, embarassed eyes mercilessly onto hers. Gloating internally over his own subtle power, he watched her determination crumble like a stale pound cake. Turning red in embarassment and guilt, she threw her arms up in the air.
"Oh, FINE! FIIIINE!!!! Give it to me, right now, I'll take it! JUST STOP GIVING ME THE FACE! If you say ANYTHING you'll be eating the asphault! DO YOU HEAR ME!"
Three very confused residents ran away quickly as she glowered about her, then focused on the infuriating boy beside her. Gohan nodded happily and put on an innocent (word of the day), relieved smile. Despite her efforts, she couldn't even find it in herself to make faces at him.
Damn him. He could charm a f*cking herd of beserk rabid rhinos with that babyish smile of his.
Gohan threw out his mental note and made a full length mental novel. If used sparingly and effectively, it was possible to actually WIN arguments with her with this previously unknown talent.
"Ah, here we go." Gohan had not noticed up till now where she was leading him. He looked around and saw that they had transversed past the edge of the city, where the forest lay untamed save for a single road. (Heh heh heh)
"Now then, time for me to ask my favor of you, and you'd BETTER go through with it."
He paled. He'd been looking forward to this about as much as someone looks forward to a flu shot. (shudder)
She stood in a semi-dramatic pose, "I'm challenging you to a sparring match, once and for all. I want to see which one of us is stronger in a real duel. AND NO FACES!"
Gohan groaned internally. She'd HATE him if he beat her too easily, and she could get hurt if he got carried away. Then again, he couldn't lose realisitcally. If she knew anything about fighting, she'd know he was faking it.
Crud. (other word of the day)
"Oh quit looking at me like that, I'm not exactly a weakling, bucko. You can even turn your hair gold, if you want."
"N-no, that's fine. I don't like doing that much anyway. Kinda stresses the body, if you know what I mean. A-are you sure about this, I don't really wanna fight you-."
"Oh hush up. Now, lemme think this through....if I win....you have to take the baby for both nights, and you have to fly me around for a while. If you win....you get a...um....hmmmmmm...."
Gohan ventured, "You take the Baby?-"
"No no no. There's not a chance of me taking the baby both nights..... I'll give you......a.....a....damn it this is hard.... How about I give you....a big dinner!"
Gohan's face brightened up like a happy santa face holiday latern. "OK!"
Typical. She put herself in her trained fighting stance, one arm covering her face, the other drawn back to her side. To prevent himself from looking arrogant, Gohan slid into his usual as well, and reminded himself a thousand times not to hit her, just to tire her out.
"All right, ready?" she called.
"Yeah, go ahead."
She launched herself at him with a raised fist, and he was genuinely surprised at how fast she was. He drew his head back in a blur and hopskipped back.
Nonplused She aimed a low sweeping kick, only to hit air as he seemed to vanish. Catching movement in the corner of her eye, she threw herself on her hands and kicked out rigidly, hitting the boy straight in the gut. Gohan stumbled back a step in shock, and she aimed a punch to his head. She only hit air, and felt herself lifted by an arm and thrown down the road. Catching herself somewhat clumsily, she hopped and spun around to face the elusive boy. A small smile hovered on his face. "That's great, you really do have amazing reflexes!"
She smirked back at him, this wasn't over yet. "You're quick, but sooner or later I'm going to land a good one."
Something resembling arrogance appeared on his face, and he folded back into his relaxed stance. She'd been cocky with him for far too long now. "Well, try to hit me then." This made her falter for a second. If he was this confident.....
Nonetheless, she launched herself, creating a certified whirlwind of punches and kicks, none of them landing. She feinted a left, saw him dodge early, and then struck out with her right fist with all of her strength. Faked out, he was forced to catch it. Struggling mightily, she pushed him back a bit, and swung out with her other hand. Caught in a vise-grip as well, she tried to bulldoze him back, to no avail. She couldn't even pull him closer, in order to flip him. Great. She was stuck.
Gohan was in disbelief, she was a LOT better than he had thought, especially considering her lack of ki control. There was plenty of bite for her bark.
Videl was breathing heavily, and was getting irritated. Couldn't he at least ACT tired? "*huff* Your *puff* damn quick!" Then she remembered something. Something that worked to her advantage. "You can't bring yourself to hurt me, can you? Have trouble hitting girls, huh?"
Gohan smiled confidently at her, the adrenaline rush awakening his saiyan insticts and destroying his usual shyness. For some odd reason, her heart missed a beat. "True, but...."
He swept a foot under her, flipped her around, and pinned her on her stomach, knocking the wind out of her. He quickly pulled her arms out behind her back, and sat on her legs to keep her from kicking out. "I don't have to worry about hurting you too bad if I just pin you, right?"
Videl growled angrily on the ground, but she knew it was over. She was positively astounded at how strong his grip was; no one with the possible exception of her father had been able to keep her in a lock at all. And why had he gotten so confident all at once....
The fighting rush out of his system, Gohan suddenly realized what he was doing, and his face started to flush. "Uh....have I won yet....?"
Her reply was slightly muffled by the grass, "Yeah, will you let the %&#@ go of me now?" He loosened his hold and stood up, and she immediately kicked out the legs from under him, sending him sprawling on his back. She sprang up to her feet, dusted herself off, and glared grumpily at Gohan. "Well, come on, get up! Don't think I need to mention this, but if you tell ANYONE that you beat me..."
He swam backward in the grass, "I won't, I won't!"
Sighing, Videl almost looked like she was pouting. "You're too damn strong for your own good. Come on then, we'll take the helicopter back."
Gohan's eyes lit up, "And the food?!"
Her eyes slid to the right. "Oh. Yeah. Right. Big Dinner. Food. Lots."
The boy made little sounds of happiness and hopped up and down a little. She smirked lightly and threw out a capsule, revealing a small yellow helicopter she used for community service. Inspecting the interior, her voice came out flat. "Hold on a sec, Gohan, let me FIX something."
Gohan blinked, and there was a sound of metal being torn apart. Videl took a small object that appeared to once have been a security camera and threw it into the woods. "Ok, NOW we can go."
She turned to go, thought for a second, then turned back to a still-blinking Gohan. "Gohan....um...would you still take me flying this weekend? I haven't flown much before...without a helicopter, I mean..."
He smiled brightly at her. "Sure, no problem."
Videl brushed her hair back and allowed herself a smile. He's so simple and kind-hearted. It's so HARD to be grumpy around him. "Well, come on, let's go before my Dad undergoes massive Cardiac Arrest."
"H-huh? O-oh yeah, sorry." He nervously slid over to the helicopter. For some reason, not being in control of his own flight made him feel vulnerable. Maybe if the machine weren't so small.....
Then a somewhat humorous, somewhat frightening prospect hit him.
What if Hercule recognized him?
To be continued....
What will happen next? (Can there ever be a more generic question for a story?) Will the baby drive Videl and Gohan insane? Will Hercule RECOGNIZE Gohan? What happened to Pilaf's army? Can I think up anymore questions? Stay tuned! Um, bad news for you guys. Due to a rather stupid yet serious domestic crisis, I have been punished and banished from the computer for a while, probably three weeks. -_- I'll still be slowly typing up things in my spare time, so I'll have a chapter when I'm allowed back. But....sorry :(. MSN peoples, I'll be back as soon as possible.
