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Author's Note: Well, here we go again! I know, it took me a while. I doesn't seem to me that all that many of you are still interested though. Ah. Who cares, right? This goes out to Perrin, Tupper, Goku's Daughter, and the rest of you who have bothered to show interest! Thanks guys! And, I promise, I'll get the next chapters out sooner. Enough of my rambling, go read, damn you! (And review? *_*)

What a Sight

Mother's Perfect Baby

Gohan trailed slightly behind his girlfriend on the flight home. Not far, as there hands were still caught together. He silently mourned the loss of his once good day. Despite what Videl thought, his mother would not like this idea. She always wanted him to be her 'perfect baby'. Dende forbid little mister perfect not live up to standards.

What the teen couldn't figure out was where exactly his day had gone wrong. Glancing at his leader, the demi-Saiyan felt as if a little invisible collar had been slipped about his neck. It was when she showed up that things had started going down hill that day. Damn. They were dating and she still thought it funny to watch him writhe in torment. He had the feeling that was just a natural inclination for the young Miss Satan.

One that he found incredibly attractive, but at the moment, that wasn't the point.

Gohan knew that he was going to get home and be grounded, mothered into a gooey puddle, or killed on the spot. None of the respective thoughts encouraged him. Death was probably the best option of them. He gave a pitiful look to the back of Videl's head. It was a shame she couldn't see it as she happily lead him to his little house of horrors.

Turning slightly to face the young man, Videl offered him a patient face. "Gohan, sweet heart. I know your paranoid about talking to your mother, but your dragging us down to a pace that a snail would laugh at!"

Saiyaman brought his free hand to the back of soft white sash as he grinned sheepishly back at Videl. She was, very right on that. "I uh… I'm just enjoying the scenery, and your company!"

"Bull. Yeah, tuff guy savior of the world and your afraid to face your mom about glasses. I swear, you entertain the strangest fancies about what will send your mom off on a tangent!"

The half Saiyan snorted. "She still thinks I'm an alcoholic. She's actually checked about an AA group."

Videl's flight faltered slightly. "Your kidding, right?"

"No, I'm not."

Videl tugged nervously at her ear for a moment. "Yeah, that's a little over kill. But, even Chi Chi has to know that is a voluntary thing, drinking. You don't have any control over how well you can see."

Gohan returned Videl's earlier patient look. She had only known him for a few months, and his family less time then that. She didn't know the amazing powers of Son Chi Chi and her abilities to jump to any conclusion. No matter how irrational. But Gohan was a bright boy and knew better than to argue the point further with Videl.

Videl lead the rest of the trip in silence, and made no further comments on Gohan's pace. They slowed and made a light landing in the Son front yard to which Gohan was quick to remove his Saiyaman outfit. Fewer things to set her off meant a better chance of escaping this with out a headache.

Watching as his girlfriend carefully schooled her features into a determined yet puppy-ish set, Gohan realized that he had effectively conveyed his parental concerns to Videl. She was leery about this too now. Unfortunately, a little thing like concern was not something to stop Satan Videl. Damn. With a quick intake of breath she pulled open the door and walked into the Son home, dragging the demi-Saiyan in behind her.

They were met almost instantly by the woman Gohan most dreaded seeing at that moment. "Oh Videl dear, Gohan! You two are home earlier than I expected, I thought you might go into town and celebrate first. This is perfect though, we can have the cake sooner. Your father and brother have been picking at anytime I'm not looking and I'm afraid there won't be any left soon!"

Chi Chi walked briskly back to the delish creation she was cooking on the stove, stirring it as she continued her conversation. "I swear, those two are such pigs, and it's your birthday Gohan! What can a woman do though? Did you two have a good day at school today? I hope those teachers finally gave you the homework you need to be a successful scholar today, they're much to light on all of you students. If I were teaching there I…"

Abruptly the Son woman turned, brandishing her dripping wooden spoon at the two marauders nearing the enticing cake on the table. "Don't you do it Son Goku, Son Goten! I'll take you both over my knee and paddle your butts raw!"

The two in question smiled identically innocent smiles back at Chi Chi, hands raised in a surrender gesture. Gohan couldn't help but smile at their predicament, and the threat, and it seemed that Videl thought it funny as well since she made no effort to hide her own grin. His mother, apparently pacified, dropped the raging bull look. "That's better." She pointed with the spoon at the chairs about the table. "You two sit and behave yourselves! Supper will be done in a few minutes, and you will be eating that before the cake! Gohan, baby, you and Videl take a seat as well. If your father tries any more silly tricks with that cake I give you full permission to whack him with a chop stick!"

"Yes Mom." A quick kick beneath the table was Videl's reminder to him. "Uh, Mom I…"

The question was cut off when Goten over rode him. "Big Brother! Did you have a fun day at school? Did ya' get lots of presents?"

"I got a very nice cake and uh… a lot of birthday wishes."

Goku perked up at that. "A cake, Gohan? Wow!"

"Yup," smirked Videl, "Sharpner, Erasa, and I made it last night. And Mr. Popularity here had Happy Birthday sung to him all day."

Feeling that familiar burn coming back to his cheeks Gohan tried to stutter out something in self defense, but Videl happily ignored him. "By the way, Chi Chi, thank you for telling me when Gohan's Birthday was. Even today he didn't say anything to me about it."

Gohan ducked his head and looked at his girlfriend from the corner of his eye. "Ah, Videl, I all ready apologized for that…"

"I know and I've taken it." She winked at him and found his hand beneath the table. "Chi Chi, there is a reason that we came back here early."

Gohan cringed. Here it came, the end of his admit tingly short life. He thought he had done well in his seventeen years, seen the world, and beyond. Maybe death wouldn't be so bad? "What's that, Videl dear?"

"We need you to set up an eye doctors appointment for Gohan."

Silence slammed down on the room, all parties still. All eyes stuck to Videl as though she had grown a second, evil, head. Goku was the first to break it. "That's silly, Videl! Gohan doesn't need a doctor, he's not hurt."

"No, Goku sir. Gohan isn't hurt, the eye doctor will check to see if his eyesight is okay. Which, I know isn't."

Chi Chi moved over to the table, standing across from Videl. Her expression was carefully blank, her dripping spoon in hand. "What makes you say that my baby Gohan's eyesight needs to be checked, hmm?"

Cowering away from the warning signs, Gohan wanted to crawl under a table again. Videl was blissfully ignorant to what was about to happen here. "Well, ever since he started High School, Gohan has had to work at reading. Now it's getting worse. He really can't see well enough to read anymore and a good prescription would solve the whole problem."

Abruptly that wet wooden weapon was with in inches of Videl's nose as Chi Chi leaned confrontationally across the table. "Now you hear me, young lady! My little Gohan is a perfect reader! He doesn't have any eyesight problem, he's my son! And even if he did, my little Gohan would have told his mother about it right away! To be making up these fanciful stories, you ought to be ashamed of yourself!"

The young man in question cringed as his girlfriend stood up and took up the gauntlet that Chi Chi had thrown. "Let me tell you something, Son Chi Chi! Unless you forgot, your 'little' Gohan is seventeen today! He's not so little any more! And as to telling you about it, I'm not surprised that he didn't if you react like this! He told me that you wouldn't approve!"

That stopped the raging mother in her tracks. She lowered her spoon and looked thoughtfully at her eldest son. "That would explain why your grades have dipped. Is this true, what Videl is saying?"

Swallowing, Gohan found the design of the plate in front of him to be very fascinating. He felt Videl squeeze his hand and admitted sourly that he needed that boost. "Yes Mom."

He looked up then and found that his mother's eyes had softened. "I see. Then I'll go ahead and call an optometrist after supper."

With that she turned and went back to her cooking. Gohan blinked. That had gone off better than he had thought it would. Small confrontations were rare with his mother, as she usually went for all or nothing. Not that Gohan was one to complain. The clouds in his day were breaking and a bright ray of sun shown through. And then a small voice spoke up.

"So, you can't see well, big brother?"

"I… guess not."

"Oh."

A hand snaked forth towards the cake. With lightening reflexes and a sharp crack of his chopsticks, Gohan nailed the small intruder. "Oww, Gohan! But you just said…"

"I could see that!"

Dinner went off with out a hitch. Chi Chi served a variety of family favorites, which stood no chance against those with Saiyan heritage at the table. Gohan however was still the gentlemen at heart and managed a fair portion out of the fray for Videl. Honestly, he feared she may loose a hand to his family; that would do horrible things to his self esteem.

The meal happily cleared from the table, two sets of eyes turned with a hungry vengeance on to the cake. It was rescued once again by the glare Chi Chi had patented for keeping her three boys out of trouble. She then handed her eldest the knife, as it was the birthday boy's duty to slice and hand out the cake. With a small grin, Gohan took the knife and cut the cake specifically so that the corner with the small frosting flower bouquet was first to be given. He gave that to Videl. After that he continued to hand out cake about the table until all had their first portion.

After that first round, things got less organized. That was called free-for-all. Gohan smiled to himself. It was a good thing he had only planned on getting one piece of that cake.

Table cleaned, dishes washed, Chi Chi did as promised and set up an appointment for the following Tuesday. Videl grinned at that. "All right. I'm going with him, though. To help pick out frames."

"Are you sure, dear? It's terribly boring to sit and wait while the testing is done."

Videl shrugged. "I'm in the middle of a good book that I can bring with."

"Well, that's fine with me then."

"Good. Next Tuesday it is then."

Gohan sighed. That was the end of one set of problems and the beginning of the next.