A/N: I'm super sorry for the delay! Oh, god, I'm so sorry! The thing is that my computer broke down. Completely. It was terrible. I didn't lay eyes on tombraider.com for weeks! Sorry again.
Disclaimer: I disclaim er…
Ya Want Fries With That?
The next day at work could only be described as followed: The beginning of the end. Gohan walked into work in a relatively good mood. After all, it could only get better, now that Claude the Clod was gone.
Boy, was he wrong. You see, dear reader, like many Gohan-torture fics, things tend to go straight downhill from the moment the story starts. You've been warned.
Once he got into his uniform, Gohan hopped over the (still orange) counter and lolled into the kitchen. Which was when he first laid eyes on him. The moron looked to be about 18, with longish, curly blonde hair and very large blue eyes. He looked absolutely divine in his uniform, almost as good as Gohan. Sadly, since Gohan's level of confidence was about the size of a pea, he considered this man to be far better looking than himself. The guy had a look in his eyes that said four things:
1- I'm too sexy for this planet.
2- Come no ladies, you know you want me.
3- I'm interested in things, making me an interesting person. It adds to my 'mojo'.
4- I have to go to the bathroom. So I can look at myself in the mirror.
Twink was next to the guy, wearing his very loud shoes. His very loud outfit did not compliment this. "Hello, son! I've found a new work-buddy for you! Meet him. Goodbye." Twink left a very stunned Gohan to get acquainted with his new partner. Or "work-buddy".
"Uh, Hi. I'm Gohan."
The other teenager stared at the Saiyan for a minute before saying, in a very smooth and husky voice, "I'm Erato. I'm named after the muse of Erotic Poetry."
Lovely. Hey… wait a second. "Aren't muses supposed to be women?"
Erato looked slightly miffed, but he collected himself and then answered. "Well at least I'm not named after fried… HELLO!" Videl had just stormed in, late. She ignored the guy's greeting and pushed her way over to the register. This didn't faze our new friend, however. He skipped over towards the girl, but not before stopping to look at his reflection in the stainless steal oven. Erato approached Videl, as he said in a singsong voice, "I am stunned. For I have never seen such beauty. Could this be love? Yes, my darling, it is."
Videl, who was already in a bad mood, turned to face the culprit of the tacky lines. "I don't believe in love at first sight, buddy. Go back to work."
"But, my love! Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?"
"Go to hell. Say hi to the devil and tell him I'll see him there soon."
"But-"
"Silence!"
"Ah, yes, silence. Great joys, like grief's, are silent."
Why is he speaking like he lives in a library? Well, I guess I'll fight fire with fire. Time to warm up the trusty brain. If I can find it. Where's Gohan when you need him? Oh yeah. Right over there. Uh, let's see… Don't keep him waiting too long- after all, "silence gives consent." Oh! Progress! Think!!!! Hey! I know! Pick me, Alex! What is John Selden?
"Wise men say nothing in dangerous times," she retorted, slightly late, but effectively still the same. Luckily, this message seemed to sink in past Erato's hairspray, so he left. For a while. Hahahahaha. A smirk-worthy moment! Oh yes. I'm da man! Er, woman.
Meanwhile, back at the grill, Gohan was seething. Damn muse. Stealing my thunder. This means war!!!! Or wait. Why the hell do I care? Then again, why the hell should I care why I care? Videl is mine. I admit it. I WILL NOT LOOSE!!! Gohan's train of thought was interrupted when Erato came up to him, smirking. He leaned over and whispered something in Gohan's ear.
"Good luck- you'll need it."
Gohan's eye began twitching like Vegeta's, when he was really agitated. Oh how to I loathe thee? Let me count the ways… One, you're better looking. Two, you're way better mannered. Three, you're a flippin' chick magnet. Four, you've got those damn lines. That stupid poetry crap. Oh Dende. I can't win. I need help. So, before anyone else pissed him off, Gohan flew out the door and zoomed over to his house to get help from the only person he could think of…
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"Hey there Gohan! How's it going? Aren't you supposed to be at work?" Gohan's father asked him cheerfully.
"Yes. But I need your help." The younger Saiyan said simply.
"Okay! What do you need?"
"I need to find a way to make this girl like me more than some other guy."
Goku blinked. "I guess I could help you with that! But I'll need some assistance. Hang on- I need to make a few calls." Gohan nodded as his father dashed inside
20 minutes later, Goku's "assistants" arrived. The teenaged Saiyan groaned as he saw the three people he had invited…
A/N: hahahahaha cliffy!!! I've always wanted to do that cause everyone on ff.net does that to me!!! Hahahaha revenge is sweet.
