Hi 'gain. How are you today? Here's Number 4 -
The Dinner
Videl glanced at Gohan as they walked a few blocks to the restaurant. He hadn't said a word to her since they left Bulma's. He sure did have a wierd family and odd friends. Videl smiled. The funny thing was, she couldn't think of anything to say either. That wasn't like her at all.
She looked at him sideways, and decided to tease him a little. "So Gohan, you haven't said anything at all to me since we left. A girl could think you wereignoring her!" she added a little affront to her voice.
"Oh, uh, it's not that" The truth was he'd been so busy paying attention to HER that he hadn't been paying attention to anything else going on. "It's just that, you're so pretty. I can't take my eyes off you" he grinned boyishly and boldly grasped her hand. "I could never ignore you"
Since there was really nothing she could say to that, she didn't reply. However she did not remove her hand from his grip. Videl studied his hands. They weren't long, didn't taper, but they weren't stubby either. They were wide, with short nails and calluses. Comfortable with a pencil or manual labor. They were beautiful hands, at least to her.
"Videl?"
"Hmm?"
"We're here"
"Oh, we are?" She looked up to see the sign for the fanciest, most elegant resturaunt in Satan City.
"Jeeze, Gohan, you didn't have to bring me here!" She said disgustedly.
"What, is their food bad?" He looked positively horrified at the thought.
"No it's not that, it's just that everyone here are pretentious stuck-up snobs."
"Oh? Well, are we pretentious stuck-up snobs?" he asked innocently.
Videl giggled. "I don't think so"
"Then what's the problem? Unless their food really IS bad, because then we absolutely could not eat here"
A slow smile spread across her face as she said. "The best food in Japan, I bet"
"Then let's go! I'm starving!" He practically dragged her into the restaurant.
Once in the maitre'd(?) asked for their names to confirm reservations, and were promptly seated in a romantic alcove with a view of the nighttime city.
"Gohan, it's gorgeous!" Videl whispered breathlessly when they were sitting.
"Not as gorgeous as you are" he whispered back.
A faint blush stained her cheeks. Then she said briskly, "Okay, where's the menu?"
That distracted him, and he was soon poring over the delicious delicacies and main courses. For herself, Videl ordered a ceasar salad and a bowl of clam chowder. Gohan must have ordered twelve full course meals, and Videl found herself entranced by the sheer amount of food he was eating.
"How can you eat so much and still be so skinny?" she asked resentfully over dessert. Gohan didn't seem to have much of a sweet tooth, thankfully, and ordered only a slice of pie.
"I have a high metabolism. It's part of my heritage." he was reluctant to say more, but Videl was not a push over.
"What heritage?"
"My dad comes from a strange background. Can you leave it at that?" He pleaded.
Videl got it now. It was obviously painful for him to talk about his dad. She understood 'parent pain' all too well so she left it alone.
"Videl, are you ready to go?"
"Yeah, sure"
They got out of the restaurant with minimal fuss, and were about to head toward the Community Center when a voice said. "Videl, dahling, is that you. It's been such a LOONG time!"
And Videl cringed.
Who is the mystery speaker? Will they ever make it to prom? Find out next time!
The Dinner
Videl glanced at Gohan as they walked a few blocks to the restaurant. He hadn't said a word to her since they left Bulma's. He sure did have a wierd family and odd friends. Videl smiled. The funny thing was, she couldn't think of anything to say either. That wasn't like her at all.
She looked at him sideways, and decided to tease him a little. "So Gohan, you haven't said anything at all to me since we left. A girl could think you wereignoring her!" she added a little affront to her voice.
"Oh, uh, it's not that" The truth was he'd been so busy paying attention to HER that he hadn't been paying attention to anything else going on. "It's just that, you're so pretty. I can't take my eyes off you" he grinned boyishly and boldly grasped her hand. "I could never ignore you"
Since there was really nothing she could say to that, she didn't reply. However she did not remove her hand from his grip. Videl studied his hands. They weren't long, didn't taper, but they weren't stubby either. They were wide, with short nails and calluses. Comfortable with a pencil or manual labor. They were beautiful hands, at least to her.
"Videl?"
"Hmm?"
"We're here"
"Oh, we are?" She looked up to see the sign for the fanciest, most elegant resturaunt in Satan City.
"Jeeze, Gohan, you didn't have to bring me here!" She said disgustedly.
"What, is their food bad?" He looked positively horrified at the thought.
"No it's not that, it's just that everyone here are pretentious stuck-up snobs."
"Oh? Well, are we pretentious stuck-up snobs?" he asked innocently.
Videl giggled. "I don't think so"
"Then what's the problem? Unless their food really IS bad, because then we absolutely could not eat here"
A slow smile spread across her face as she said. "The best food in Japan, I bet"
"Then let's go! I'm starving!" He practically dragged her into the restaurant.
Once in the maitre'd(?) asked for their names to confirm reservations, and were promptly seated in a romantic alcove with a view of the nighttime city.
"Gohan, it's gorgeous!" Videl whispered breathlessly when they were sitting.
"Not as gorgeous as you are" he whispered back.
A faint blush stained her cheeks. Then she said briskly, "Okay, where's the menu?"
That distracted him, and he was soon poring over the delicious delicacies and main courses. For herself, Videl ordered a ceasar salad and a bowl of clam chowder. Gohan must have ordered twelve full course meals, and Videl found herself entranced by the sheer amount of food he was eating.
"How can you eat so much and still be so skinny?" she asked resentfully over dessert. Gohan didn't seem to have much of a sweet tooth, thankfully, and ordered only a slice of pie.
"I have a high metabolism. It's part of my heritage." he was reluctant to say more, but Videl was not a push over.
"What heritage?"
"My dad comes from a strange background. Can you leave it at that?" He pleaded.
Videl got it now. It was obviously painful for him to talk about his dad. She understood 'parent pain' all too well so she left it alone.
"Videl, are you ready to go?"
"Yeah, sure"
They got out of the restaurant with minimal fuss, and were about to head toward the Community Center when a voice said. "Videl, dahling, is that you. It's been such a LOONG time!"
And Videl cringed.
Who is the mystery speaker? Will they ever make it to prom? Find out next time!