ha ha, chapter three, oui, oui? Here it is mon ami I fear that this shall be a bit, how you say? "Mushy" for some. Hardened cynics will find themselves gagging uncontrollably. Gohan/Videl ooc-ness ; }
Pre prom- Gohan.
Gohan looked uneasily around the flowershop. Since he had absolutely no fashion sense, he was grateful that Bulma had given him explicit directions-a corsage of white roses. Easy to remember.
Gohan trusted Bulma completely, but roses just didn't seem to...suit...Videl. Oh well, what did he know? If Bulma said roses, then he would get roses.
He looked around for someone that worked there, and was about to give up, when a little old man came from a door in the back. Gohan sighed in relief. The overwhelming scent of flowers was torture on his hypersensitive nose.
"Sir!"
The man looked up, a bit startled. "Yes, my son?"
"I need a corsage." The man was expectant, and Gohan suspected he wanted to know the type of flower. It was on the tip of his tongue to say a white rose, when something the man was holding caught his eye.
The flowers were the exact shade of Videl's eyes! It startled Gohan to see the color he had been trying to figure out so blatantly before him. "Sir, what are those flowers?"
"Ah, these beauties are Nemophila menziesii, or Baby Blue Eyes."
"Baby Blue Eyes" Gohan said reverently. It was so simple, yet it described the color perfectly. Gohan had often found himself wondering about Videls blue eyes. They weren't the vivid, startling blue of Bulma's and Trunks', but a softer, more sedate color. Baby Blue.
The flowers suited her in other ways, too. They were small, yet strong looking. Not brash, like a rose.
On impulse, Gohan totally ignored Bulma's instructions. "Could you make a corsage out of those?"
"Possibly. But they are rather small, and would look best set around another flower. Perhaps a rosebud? White, maybe?"
"Sure" Gohan was exhilarated, on a roll. "While your at it, could you make me a bouquet of the same flowers?"
"Of course."
"Alright then. Is it okay if I come back around seven? I kinda have alot to do..." Gohan put a hand behing his head and laughed a bit.
The little man laughed too. "Of course, son. The flowers should be ready by then."
"Thanks, Sir" And he left quickly.
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The nervousness Gohan felt was indescribable. Chi chi had insisted on coming with him to Capsule Corporation, where he was to pick up Videl, go to a classy restaurant, then go to the Satan City Community Center where the prom was being held. Gohan was deathly afraid Chi chi would embarrass him.
He was relieved that Bulma had not been angered that he had disobeyed her orders. Instead she had seemed to approve. Her remark upon opening the door had been- "Hmm. Baby Blues. I hadn't thought of those. Excellent choice Gohan"
So there he stood, at the bottom of the elaborate staircase, waiting for his date, and beginning to get sweaty palms. Vegeta surely would make a snide remark if he saw him. However, Gohan was eternally grateful that Vegeta nor Trunks was present, and the two ladies had abandoned him almost immediately.
He smelled her first. She wore a, thankfully, light and breezy perfume that did not even try to mask her own scent. He looked up, and drew a sharp breath through his nose, then exhaled slowly, trying to reconcile the stunning beauty above him with the tough cookie he had known.
Gohan had always known that martial arts required a hefty dose of grace, but he had always associated grace with quick efficiency. He hadn't known a woman could be graceful and seductive at the same time, but there it was before him, his thoughts fairly babbled.
It seemed that everything about her was to accent her most outstanding feature-her eyes. The dress, the makeup, the shoes, and now the flowers. As she stepped on the same level as he, Gohan notice that even in her elevated state, Videl's eyes were at the level of his chin.
She looked up and smiled brilliantly. Gohan felt the likeness to a punch to the gut as realization fell over him like a blanket. He was...in love with her. After the first initial shock, Gohan accepted it as fact. It was not for him to challenge this feeling that had come over him. Nor did he really want to.
An errant thought came from out of nowhere. 'This must be what mom was talking about. Bonded is exactly how I feel.'
"Well, what do you think?" Videl asked saucily, turning in a circle and giving him the full affect.
"Stunning. Videl, you are beautiful!"
"D'you really think so?"
"Of course" Gohan realized that he had started to sweat. He had an idiotic urge to pull at his collar.
Videl gasped delightedly when she saw the bouquet of flowers. "Are those for me, Gohan? They're lovely." She took them carefully.
"Uh, yeah. Oh, this is for you, too" Gohan pulled a navy blue box from an inside pocket of his jacket. He flipped it open and offerred it to her. "I thought these flowers matched your eyes" he said shyly, indicating the corsage in the box and the flowers she held.
"I think maybe they do. Thank you, Gohan."
"Ha ha, no problem." Upon inspecting the corsage, Gohan had realized that baby white rosebuds added the perfect touch. He had thanked the man profusely and hurried out. He had already been running late.
To see the happiness on Videl's face, it had been worth the outlandish price the rare flowers had cost.
Just then the two other women came in, fussing, as was their norm. Chi chi started to tear up. "Oh, you two make such a handsome couple! Let me get a picture."
The moment broken, Gohan and Videl rolled their eyes together. They stood on the first step and smiled hugely as Chichi and Bulma took a dozen or so polaroids.
Finally, FINALLY the young couple left amidst a flurry of advice abd directions. Nimbus was there and Gohan jumped on first. He helped Videl up and they waved at the crying, hugging women as they flew out of sight.
They had the whole night ahead of them, and it promised to be a spectacular one.
You really liked that one didn't yuh? x_x _
Pre prom- Gohan.
Gohan looked uneasily around the flowershop. Since he had absolutely no fashion sense, he was grateful that Bulma had given him explicit directions-a corsage of white roses. Easy to remember.
Gohan trusted Bulma completely, but roses just didn't seem to...suit...Videl. Oh well, what did he know? If Bulma said roses, then he would get roses.
He looked around for someone that worked there, and was about to give up, when a little old man came from a door in the back. Gohan sighed in relief. The overwhelming scent of flowers was torture on his hypersensitive nose.
"Sir!"
The man looked up, a bit startled. "Yes, my son?"
"I need a corsage." The man was expectant, and Gohan suspected he wanted to know the type of flower. It was on the tip of his tongue to say a white rose, when something the man was holding caught his eye.
The flowers were the exact shade of Videl's eyes! It startled Gohan to see the color he had been trying to figure out so blatantly before him. "Sir, what are those flowers?"
"Ah, these beauties are Nemophila menziesii, or Baby Blue Eyes."
"Baby Blue Eyes" Gohan said reverently. It was so simple, yet it described the color perfectly. Gohan had often found himself wondering about Videls blue eyes. They weren't the vivid, startling blue of Bulma's and Trunks', but a softer, more sedate color. Baby Blue.
The flowers suited her in other ways, too. They were small, yet strong looking. Not brash, like a rose.
On impulse, Gohan totally ignored Bulma's instructions. "Could you make a corsage out of those?"
"Possibly. But they are rather small, and would look best set around another flower. Perhaps a rosebud? White, maybe?"
"Sure" Gohan was exhilarated, on a roll. "While your at it, could you make me a bouquet of the same flowers?"
"Of course."
"Alright then. Is it okay if I come back around seven? I kinda have alot to do..." Gohan put a hand behing his head and laughed a bit.
The little man laughed too. "Of course, son. The flowers should be ready by then."
"Thanks, Sir" And he left quickly.
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The nervousness Gohan felt was indescribable. Chi chi had insisted on coming with him to Capsule Corporation, where he was to pick up Videl, go to a classy restaurant, then go to the Satan City Community Center where the prom was being held. Gohan was deathly afraid Chi chi would embarrass him.
He was relieved that Bulma had not been angered that he had disobeyed her orders. Instead she had seemed to approve. Her remark upon opening the door had been- "Hmm. Baby Blues. I hadn't thought of those. Excellent choice Gohan"
So there he stood, at the bottom of the elaborate staircase, waiting for his date, and beginning to get sweaty palms. Vegeta surely would make a snide remark if he saw him. However, Gohan was eternally grateful that Vegeta nor Trunks was present, and the two ladies had abandoned him almost immediately.
He smelled her first. She wore a, thankfully, light and breezy perfume that did not even try to mask her own scent. He looked up, and drew a sharp breath through his nose, then exhaled slowly, trying to reconcile the stunning beauty above him with the tough cookie he had known.
Gohan had always known that martial arts required a hefty dose of grace, but he had always associated grace with quick efficiency. He hadn't known a woman could be graceful and seductive at the same time, but there it was before him, his thoughts fairly babbled.
It seemed that everything about her was to accent her most outstanding feature-her eyes. The dress, the makeup, the shoes, and now the flowers. As she stepped on the same level as he, Gohan notice that even in her elevated state, Videl's eyes were at the level of his chin.
She looked up and smiled brilliantly. Gohan felt the likeness to a punch to the gut as realization fell over him like a blanket. He was...in love with her. After the first initial shock, Gohan accepted it as fact. It was not for him to challenge this feeling that had come over him. Nor did he really want to.
An errant thought came from out of nowhere. 'This must be what mom was talking about. Bonded is exactly how I feel.'
"Well, what do you think?" Videl asked saucily, turning in a circle and giving him the full affect.
"Stunning. Videl, you are beautiful!"
"D'you really think so?"
"Of course" Gohan realized that he had started to sweat. He had an idiotic urge to pull at his collar.
Videl gasped delightedly when she saw the bouquet of flowers. "Are those for me, Gohan? They're lovely." She took them carefully.
"Uh, yeah. Oh, this is for you, too" Gohan pulled a navy blue box from an inside pocket of his jacket. He flipped it open and offerred it to her. "I thought these flowers matched your eyes" he said shyly, indicating the corsage in the box and the flowers she held.
"I think maybe they do. Thank you, Gohan."
"Ha ha, no problem." Upon inspecting the corsage, Gohan had realized that baby white rosebuds added the perfect touch. He had thanked the man profusely and hurried out. He had already been running late.
To see the happiness on Videl's face, it had been worth the outlandish price the rare flowers had cost.
Just then the two other women came in, fussing, as was their norm. Chi chi started to tear up. "Oh, you two make such a handsome couple! Let me get a picture."
The moment broken, Gohan and Videl rolled their eyes together. They stood on the first step and smiled hugely as Chichi and Bulma took a dozen or so polaroids.
Finally, FINALLY the young couple left amidst a flurry of advice abd directions. Nimbus was there and Gohan jumped on first. He helped Videl up and they waved at the crying, hugging women as they flew out of sight.
They had the whole night ahead of them, and it promised to be a spectacular one.
You really liked that one didn't yuh? x_x _