Disclaimer: I kind of hope you've guessed by now that I just don't own DBZ. REALLY! I just like to take that little hottie Son Gohan out on day trips ^_^

What a Sight

Hey, Clear Eyes!

Jet copter set on autopilot, Videl lost herself in her thoughts. True enough, she could have just flown herself from her home in Satan City to Capsule Corps in West City. She could have. Even with knowing how to fly, and being fairly proficient at it at that, there was a certain comfort in just driving her faithful jet copter. And, it gave her time to think.

The Son family had made a day trip to Capsule Corps. For a little friendly gathering. Bulma was apparently hosting a picnic of sorts for the group. She said it was because of the holiday, a small virtually unheard of holiday which only had the benefit of letting the students of the area out of school. Videl had a guess on what the real purpose behind this gathering was though. Bulma wouldn't say it aloud but she was absolutely curious about whether Gohan would have to get glasses or not.

And so were the rest of Gohan's friends. Videl laughed at the memory of the day before when Gohan told her of the plans.

~*~*~Flashback~*~*~

Gohan came running up to her locker before school. He leaned against one of the nearby ones to catch his breath for a moment. Videl just couldn't help her curiosity. "What on earth are you doing, Gohan? This has to be a new record on making it to school early!"

The demi-Saiyan offered her a crooked grin. "Good morning to you too. I flew as fast as I could, well, out of Super. I was hoping I'd catch you here before school. I tried calling last night, but your line was busy."

Videl shook her head at his half of an explanation. Catching the front of his shirt in her fist, Videl pulled herself up to catch his lips in a brief, but well meant kiss. "There, good morning! Now what is it that you in such a rush to tell me?"

"Tomorrow's plans have been changed a little."

"What? Don't tell me they've re-assigned your appointment date."

"No, no! That's all the same. But uh… could you meet me at Bulma's place before the appointment?"

Videl raised an eyebrow. "Sure, but what brought this on?"

Her half Saiyan boyfriend bent enough to let his head rest on her shoulder and sighed. From there he mumbled, "Bulma's throwing a party for the holiday. She invited everyone. And just happened to tell them all that I might be getting glasses that day. The only reason I know the last part is because Krillin called to offer me his condolences."

Videl smiled and gently ran her hand through his soft black hair while the other one patted his well muscled back. "Is that what has you so worked up? Oh Gohan, a get together is always fun. That, and the eye doctor's office is in West City anyway."

The demi-Saiyan groaned, turning his head so that he was muffled by her shirt. "My friends, Videl…" He wrapped his arms about her then. "They're going to eat me alive."

~*~*~End Flash back~*~*~

Videl shook her head again. Gohan just looked so cute while panicking about some family 'crisis' or another. To be fair, he looked cute no matter what he did, but he managed the most puppy-ish faces while despondent and confused. Heaven help her when he was both panicked and confused, as she then had to explain to him why she was laughing so hard.

Depending on how much his father's genes were showing through on that day, explanation could take hours.

Looking up from her reverie, Videl kicked off the autopilot as she spotted the familiar dome shaped building known as Capsule Corps. Easing the jet copter down, she made a light landing in the front yard. Jumping from its confines, she capsulated the vehicle, putting the capsule away for safe keeping, and made her way toward the front door.

The door burst open before Videl made it. A blur of black, yellow and cacky came flying out to meet her, catching the young woman in powerful arms and taking her into a half twirl step right there in the grass. The blur, now recognizable as Son Gohan, grinned happily and kissed her forehead, holding Videl tight to his body. "Vidy! I'm so happy you're here! You're my hero!"

It was a bit hard to reply to that with a mouthful of soft yellow button up t-shirt. She heard another voice from the door, Gohan's mother. "Gohan! You get your butt back in here! We were not done telling you about all the benefits of marriage!"

In a flash, the half Saiyan was no longer in front of her, but cowering behind peeking over her shoulder at the woman in the door. In a high, plaintive tone meant for her ears alone Gohan whimpered, "Save me!"

Videl snorted. Like she had a lot of choice. Bulma's head popped into the doorframe as well and both women smiled maliciously. At her. Oh dear Dende… "Videl, dear! How good to see you again! How about you and Gohan come in and sit down with us for a little while. And talk. Oh yes, won't that be fun?"

The young miss Satan swallowed hard. This was no time to panic. Time! Making an extravagant show of it, Videl studied her watch. "I'm sorry, Chi Chi, Bulma. But Gohan and I should really get going! We decided to walk there, since its such a beautiful day. Maybe after the appointment we can talk longer." Turning, she grabbed Gohan's hand and yelled over her shoulder. "Well see you in a couple of hours, maybe with a brand new Gohan to show off!"

They walked through the front gate in silence. When they were well out of sight of the older women, Gohan stopped Videl abruptly by hugging her fiercely again. "Thank you! That was ingenious!"

Videl couldn't help but laugh. "Maybe Bulma is wearing off on me. What were they talking about marriage for?"

A blush from shirt to hairline arose on her boyfriend as he stammered a few times. Wetting his lips, Gohan tried again. "They're uh… they'rehintingthatyouandIshouldgetmarried."

Starring a bit incredulously, Videl gaped. She could believe that out of Bulma, but Chi Chi was so over protective of her 'little boy'… "We've only been dating for a month! I can't believe that you Mom would want you to rush something like this!"

Gohan sighed. Pulling back from her he coiled one arm about her shoulders and began walking again towards the eye doctor's office. "She has little visions of grandchildren and sugar plum fairies dancing through her head."

Videl's eyebrows rose in shock. "Let me get this straight. Your mom, the queen of over protective, wants you to knock me up?"

The demi-Saiyan blinked and stared blankly at her. "What?"

She sighed. "Your mom wants you to get me pregnant."

After a moment, that crimson blush came back to his cheeks with a vengeance. "I, no! Er, yes. NO! Well, she wants us to get married and then yes. Eh, then have kids. Together… I…"

Videl laughed again, though she knew she was turning red too. "Don't worry Gohan, it takes two. So… were you fighting them?"

Gohan continued walking a few paces, apparently trying to regain his composure. "About what?"

"Getting married. To me."

"Absolutely! But, not because I wouldn't like that… I mean, "He blushed again, this time just a tinge of pink, "I would like that. But, I can't tell Mom or Bulma that because they'll be out searching for churches and taking our measurements before you can ask what happened!"

Videl sighed and leaned against him as they walked. There was a warm feeling in the pit of her stomach. Gohan may not have known it, but he had said the right answer. Quietly, Videl responded, "I think I would like that too."

Gohan stopped them again at that, this time he leaned down and kissed her, passionately. They finally came back up for air, he smiled at her and began walking again. Videl leaned in against him again, her arm about his waist. There was something about him, when he did things like that. Something in his eyes, his actions, that made him seem so much older than the seventeen he was. A maturity far beyond his years.

Spotting their destination ahead and to the right, Videl pulled away and took the lead. The place itself was called the 'Broadway Vision Center'. A bit corny, as it was on Broadway Street, but oh well. Leading through the glass door, Videl weaved through the shelves of frames to the desk in the back of the front room. Gohan followed quietly behind her.

The woman at the desk was a bit husky and looked up from the computer to peer at the two through a thick set of glasses. "Good morning. How may I help you two today?"

Gohan stepped forward and smiled sincerely at the woman. "I have an appointment today with Dr. Kiwaka, Ma'am."

The woman looked back at her computer and began typing. "And when do we have you scheduled?"

"For eleven thirty, but I'm a little early."

Pecking at her keyboard a bit more the woman smiled and looked up. "Then you must be Mr. Son."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"All right, and your with him, young lady?" Receiving a nod in response the woman smiled again and pointed off to the corner of the room with seats and a little children's play set. "You two can wait over there. Doctor will come get you in a few minutes, Mr. Son."

They each said their thanks and maneuvered over to a couple of the padded seats in what passed for a waiting area. Videl sat their quietly looking around for a moment before a thought struck her. She slammed her fist down into her thigh with a quiet, "Damn!"

Laying a hand on her knee, Gohan gave Videl a concerned look. "What's wrong?"

The young woman smiled at him and covered his hand with her own. "It's nothing important. I just forgot my book."

The demi-Saiyan nodded. "Oh." He looked around as well, his eyes falling on the shelves that filled over half of the room. "If you get bored, you could look around for a set of frames."

Videl snorted. "What am I, your slave?"

"Well, no. But, you may want to look. I'm sure whatever frames I get you'll be looking at them more than I will. I'll just be… wearing them."

"Good point. Don't worry, I'll keep myself entertained. Look, there's even a rack of magazines here." Scowling, Videl looked pointedly at her boyfriend, "Maybe with the way your mother is I should start reading articles out of the parenting magazine."

Gohan blushed, but had no chance to defend himself, as the doctor walked in then and smiled kindly at the two. He wore a white lab coat, was a little short, and his hair was a little sparse, but he looked like a nice enough man. "Mr. Son?" He questioned. Gohan nodded and stood up. The doctor offered his hand and Gohan shook it. "My name is Doctor Kiwaka. If you'll come with me?"

Gohan nodded and the two disappeared through the door to the examining room. Videl sighed and looked around at all of the frames. If nothing else, Gohan had finally admitted that he would likely be coming out of this with glasses. And he was right, she would be the one stuck with how they looked.

Videl stood and walked back to the woman at the desk. "Excuse me, Ma'am. I'm going to browse through these frames. If I find a set I like, may I put them somewhere to ask Gohan about them when he comes back?"

"Oh certainly, take any that you like off of the shelves, when you two pick out a set just bring the rest back to me. I'll put them away later. You sound very sure that this young man be needing glasses!"

Videl laughed. "If I were old enough, I'd bet on it."

The young women then began meandering through the many frames. There were so many styles, it was ridiculous! Breezing past a line of thick black plastic frames, Videl stopped at one shelf that caught her eye. Sleek looking wire frames looked back at her. Perfect. That would be a light weight frame. A vision of Gohan and his little brother wrestling around the Son home entered her mind. Videl smiled. Wire frames would also be more likely to survive that punishment, as they were more prone to bending than breaking.

There were a variety of styles even in this, and Videl picked out the four she thought would do Gohan's face the most justice before going back and finding a seat near the magazines. Frames all neatly placed on seat beside her, Videl picked up the parenting magazine she had been teasing Gohan about and began to read through. Much to her surprise, it was actually a very interesting read.

Somewhere into her third magazine, this one on weddings and bridal, Dr. Kiwaka's voice wafted through the back door followed shortly by Gohan's much softer tones. Videl looked at her watch. Not bad, that had only taken forty-five minutes. They walked into the room and towards Videl, deep in some conversation about the anatomy of the human eye.

The young woman stood to meet them. Gohan smiled when he reached her. That was a good sign. Dr. Kiwaka bowed slightly to her. "Gohan tells me that you're the Miss Satan Videl. It is an honor."

Videl blushed slightly and nodded. "Thank you, Sir. So, is he blind?"

The doctor snorted. "Not quite, though it would have been a good thing if the boy would have come sooner. Which, you will be coming in for bi-yearly check ups after this, yes? The sort of deterioration of the eye that your experiencing is known to get worse of the years."

The demi-Saiyan nodded, a bit sheepishly. "Yes sir, I understand."

Dr. Kiwaka then turned back to Videl. "Certainly not blind, miss Videl, but he will be needing glasses from now on. Now, do you have any frames in mind, son?"

Gohan shrugged and looked hopefully at Videl. She nodded. "Yes I do. But you have to stand there for a moment and play model for me."

Trying on all four sets, Videl settled on the black wire frames that had a very average look about them. But good gods, did they look good on Gohan! The Half Saiyan in question studied her chosen in the mirror. After a moment he smiled and turned to her. "I like them."

Dr. Kiwaka grinned. "They do look good on you, son. Now, I'll take those from you and the technician will have the lenses made in about a half an hour."

The doctor took the show frames with him into a second back door before coming back out to take care of his next patient. Videl handed the spare frames back to the desk attendant and went back to the seating area to question her boyfriend. Sitting beside him, Gohan slid an arm over her shoulders and smiled. "So, Gohan, what was the final verdict on this eyesight thing?"

The half Saiyan sighed. "Well, you were right, I am loosing my sight. And like Dr. Kiwaka said, it's likely to just get worse as I get older."

"Ah, so it's a genetic spawned thing?"

"Ah, no." Gohan placed his hand behind his head and laughed a bit sheepishly. "Actually, it's severe eyestrain. Apparently those seven years of straight studying weren't as beneficial as Mom hoped. To much reading his hazardous to your health, who knew?"

Videl grinned and smacked his leg. "And you've always wondered why my nose isn't usually in my studies. I've just been looking out for my own well fair! But, what was the diagnosis?"

"Apparently both eyes have gone down at the same rate." Gohan grimaced at that. "I'm officially farsighted. Everything way over there is crystal clear, it's things that are closer that are… the problem."

Videl studied the young man for a moment. "So… do you need them just for reading? Or all of the time?"

Gohan squeezed her shoulders but studied the ceiling. "All of the time. Except sparring, of course."

Smiling again, Videl nodded. "I'm going to need to get used to that. I need to see them on you with the lenses in."

Gohan laughed. "You need to get used to them? I'll be the one wearing them!"

Videl shook her head. "Are you complaining? You'll be able to see me again!"

The demi-Saiyan smiled softly then. "That is a treat I'm looking forward to."

Videl blushed and gently squeezed his lower thigh. "You'll also be able to pull those grades back out of the A to A- range and back to A+. Your mom will be ecstatic!"

He laughed, and they continued their light banter until the technician walked in and asked Gohan to come over and sit at a small table in the back office. Videl was told she could come with, and she watched as the man worked with Gohan to get the frame adjusted to not pinch him. Once complete, they were escorted back to the main desk.

While Gohan was working with the woman on his insurance information and pulling out the Zenni his mom had sent for a down payment on the lenses, Videl just restrained herself from openly stairing. It was odd, to see him with glasses. The problem was, he had a face for it. He looked stunning, the sleek black frames adding a certain sophisticated maturity to Gohan's face.

And that was really when her image of Gohan the teenage male, became 'Son Gohan', the boy who was made a man to soon.

Author's Note: I know, gasp, the note's at the bottom! Ahem. Well, I don't know, I just had the urge to keep typing on this one… *Shrugs* Whatever works, right? Anyway, now you know why I think Gohan needed glasses. And forgive the tiny AU, but those damn thick, huge glasses they stuck on him in the actual show… *Shudders* I just think wire frames would look sexy as hell on him. Anyway, there is one more chapter coming to this. After all, we have to know how all of those friends react to this! Including the ones at school. I don't envy our young Gohan.

I hope you enjoyed the read, would you do me a favor and review? I just like to know if I'm pulling this of all right for you readers out there…