Chapter 2- The Mall
Gohan's breathing was heavy as he walked down the street towards a large building in the distance. There were many people out and about, mostly teenagers, although there were some adults still trying to get home after a long day of work. Gohan kept walking until he noticed that he was getting a lot of stares from those who walked by him. Wondering what was so interesting about himself he took a glance down at his clothes. Ouch. His mom had dressed him in an old style Japanese suit with his old dragon ball hat to 'top off' the outfit. Deciding that being in that particular suit wasn't going to help him in the city any, he made a stop at a nearby clothing store about a half-mile away from the large building in the distance and began to shop around.
After about an hour and a half of searching for something his mom would like him to wear with little or no enthusiasm, it finally dawned on him that his mom wasn't here and that he wasn't doing as Piccolo had told him to do. Quickly deciding that he was fed up with this bull crap he grabbed a very baggy pair of black canvas pants as well as a tight black tee shirt to go along with it. After paying the oversized bill of $100 he changed and tossed his other clothes into a nearby trash can and continued on without looking back.
Gohan shivered as he entered the Mall, before he had felt claustrophobic on the streets. The feeling was compounded by ten as soon as he entered the mall. There was hundreds and hundreds of people all pushing and shoving trying to get into stores of one type or another. For the life of him Gohan couldn't figure out what was going on. Finally he found a shop, which wasn't nearly as busy as the rest and quickly made his way toward it.
When he was approached by the shopkeeper he was about to say he was just browsing, but just as he opened his mouth to reply he saw something in the back of the store which made his heart jump. Walking quickly to the back to get a closer look at the item he couldn't help but shut out the rest of the world, including the by now annoyed shopkeeper. It was a trench coat. An excellent black coat made from unpolished leather. It was resting on a dummy in a display case.
"I want it."
As Gohan walked out of the shop back into the crowd he felt confident. Not because he felt any better about himself, but because he felt cloaked no longer quite as vulnerable, although his pocket was $300 lighter. When he continued down the mall's strip he was amazed at how the mall had suddenly become more roomy as people made sure to avoid him and his billowing trench coat.
Elsewhere...
"Excuse me Videl." A security guard asked as he politely pulled her to a vacant bench.
"What's the problem officer?" Videl responded as she sat down, going from shopping to serious in 1.5 seconds.
"Well, I normally wouldn't bother you with something this small, however, a shady character no one knows is browsing the mall tonight, and I was wondering if you would check him out for us…"
"Say no more. Where is he?"
As Gohan kept going he became increasingly more aware of security guards that seemed to be closing in around him as if to box him in. I don't want any trouble, he thought as he hurriedly ducked into a dance club and took a seat in the far back corner hoping to loose the guards. It only made him more nervous when none of the guards entered the club, and every set of eyes in the club started glancing at him.
He was so distracted by his fear however, that he failed to see a lone figure sneak up beside him and join him at his table until it was too late.
Raising his eyes to meet the figure's he was confused to see that it was a girl about his age, maybe a bit younger give or take a few months, but she was definitely attractive and he quickly lowered his eyes and face to hide his blushing cheeks from this new problem.
"So what's your name stranger?" Asked Videl not noticing his cheeks, because one thing Gohan had managed to accomplish was to sit in the darkest corner of the club.
"Gohan. Son Gohan" He responded "Your's?"
"Oh... I thought you recognized me I'm Videl."
"And that means what? Are you a movie star or something?"
"You mean to tell me you've never heard of Videl Satan?" surprise dancing on her face… everybody I've ever met has known my name… this is a first.
"SATAN." laughed Gohan. "You mean that fool from the cell games?"
*The music abruptly stops, chattering ceases and the dance club comes to a standstill.*
"Oh... so you have heard of me" a glare appearing on Videl's face.alright… now this dude's pissed me off.
"No, not you, your father." Managed Gohan in between his laughter.
"And what do you have against my father? After all he did save the world, the least you could do is show a little respect."
"Satan, saved the world? HA my ASS." Gohan's laughing was almost to the point where he was rolling on the floor.
"KILL HIM!" Rose a cry from a spectator somewhere in the crowd . Gohan had barely a second to give Videl a look of confusion, before he was mobbed by everyone in the club. Except Videl, who sat back in her chair and smirked.
10 minutes later
Videl's smirk fell away and was replaced by utter shock. All around the room people were crying, and nursing broken hands, feet, fingers, toes and ankles. Except Gohan who picked himself up, dusted off his trench coat, righted one of the few remaining 'intact' chairs and sat back at his table with Videl.
"Ahhh…Now where were we?" smirked Gohan, the spitting image of Vegeta.
"Oh… Yes…" smiled Videl, finally regaining her senses. "I was just placing you under arrest." Gohan's smirk didn't fade until he felt a tap on his shoulder. Behind him were about 50 police officers, weapons drawn.
"Shit." Gohan swore. Turning back towards Videl however gave him another surprise.
'Click'
"Huh?" Gohan looked down at his hands which had become nicely handcuffed. He glanced back at Videl to see her smirk become a smile. Underneath her breath Gohan heard her wisper
"Got cha."
"Damn." Gohan mumbled as he was led out of the club.
Gohan's breathing was heavy as he walked down the street towards a large building in the distance. There were many people out and about, mostly teenagers, although there were some adults still trying to get home after a long day of work. Gohan kept walking until he noticed that he was getting a lot of stares from those who walked by him. Wondering what was so interesting about himself he took a glance down at his clothes. Ouch. His mom had dressed him in an old style Japanese suit with his old dragon ball hat to 'top off' the outfit. Deciding that being in that particular suit wasn't going to help him in the city any, he made a stop at a nearby clothing store about a half-mile away from the large building in the distance and began to shop around.
After about an hour and a half of searching for something his mom would like him to wear with little or no enthusiasm, it finally dawned on him that his mom wasn't here and that he wasn't doing as Piccolo had told him to do. Quickly deciding that he was fed up with this bull crap he grabbed a very baggy pair of black canvas pants as well as a tight black tee shirt to go along with it. After paying the oversized bill of $100 he changed and tossed his other clothes into a nearby trash can and continued on without looking back.
Gohan shivered as he entered the Mall, before he had felt claustrophobic on the streets. The feeling was compounded by ten as soon as he entered the mall. There was hundreds and hundreds of people all pushing and shoving trying to get into stores of one type or another. For the life of him Gohan couldn't figure out what was going on. Finally he found a shop, which wasn't nearly as busy as the rest and quickly made his way toward it.
When he was approached by the shopkeeper he was about to say he was just browsing, but just as he opened his mouth to reply he saw something in the back of the store which made his heart jump. Walking quickly to the back to get a closer look at the item he couldn't help but shut out the rest of the world, including the by now annoyed shopkeeper. It was a trench coat. An excellent black coat made from unpolished leather. It was resting on a dummy in a display case.
"I want it."
As Gohan walked out of the shop back into the crowd he felt confident. Not because he felt any better about himself, but because he felt cloaked no longer quite as vulnerable, although his pocket was $300 lighter. When he continued down the mall's strip he was amazed at how the mall had suddenly become more roomy as people made sure to avoid him and his billowing trench coat.
Elsewhere...
"Excuse me Videl." A security guard asked as he politely pulled her to a vacant bench.
"What's the problem officer?" Videl responded as she sat down, going from shopping to serious in 1.5 seconds.
"Well, I normally wouldn't bother you with something this small, however, a shady character no one knows is browsing the mall tonight, and I was wondering if you would check him out for us…"
"Say no more. Where is he?"
As Gohan kept going he became increasingly more aware of security guards that seemed to be closing in around him as if to box him in. I don't want any trouble, he thought as he hurriedly ducked into a dance club and took a seat in the far back corner hoping to loose the guards. It only made him more nervous when none of the guards entered the club, and every set of eyes in the club started glancing at him.
He was so distracted by his fear however, that he failed to see a lone figure sneak up beside him and join him at his table until it was too late.
Raising his eyes to meet the figure's he was confused to see that it was a girl about his age, maybe a bit younger give or take a few months, but she was definitely attractive and he quickly lowered his eyes and face to hide his blushing cheeks from this new problem.
"So what's your name stranger?" Asked Videl not noticing his cheeks, because one thing Gohan had managed to accomplish was to sit in the darkest corner of the club.
"Gohan. Son Gohan" He responded "Your's?"
"Oh... I thought you recognized me I'm Videl."
"And that means what? Are you a movie star or something?"
"You mean to tell me you've never heard of Videl Satan?" surprise dancing on her face… everybody I've ever met has known my name… this is a first.
"SATAN." laughed Gohan. "You mean that fool from the cell games?"
*The music abruptly stops, chattering ceases and the dance club comes to a standstill.*
"Oh... so you have heard of me" a glare appearing on Videl's face.alright… now this dude's pissed me off.
"No, not you, your father." Managed Gohan in between his laughter.
"And what do you have against my father? After all he did save the world, the least you could do is show a little respect."
"Satan, saved the world? HA my ASS." Gohan's laughing was almost to the point where he was rolling on the floor.
"KILL HIM!" Rose a cry from a spectator somewhere in the crowd . Gohan had barely a second to give Videl a look of confusion, before he was mobbed by everyone in the club. Except Videl, who sat back in her chair and smirked.
10 minutes later
Videl's smirk fell away and was replaced by utter shock. All around the room people were crying, and nursing broken hands, feet, fingers, toes and ankles. Except Gohan who picked himself up, dusted off his trench coat, righted one of the few remaining 'intact' chairs and sat back at his table with Videl.
"Ahhh…Now where were we?" smirked Gohan, the spitting image of Vegeta.
"Oh… Yes…" smiled Videl, finally regaining her senses. "I was just placing you under arrest." Gohan's smirk didn't fade until he felt a tap on his shoulder. Behind him were about 50 police officers, weapons drawn.
"Shit." Gohan swore. Turning back towards Videl however gave him another surprise.
'Click'
"Huh?" Gohan looked down at his hands which had become nicely handcuffed. He glanced back at Videl to see her smirk become a smile. Underneath her breath Gohan heard her wisper
"Got cha."
"Damn." Gohan mumbled as he was led out of the club.