AN: Gohan/Videl4Ever, yes, this is from your request for another angsty thing. Like I said, I take requests. And actually, I've kind of been entertaining this notion for a while; I just needed a little push to get me to sit down and write it. So on we go. BTW, I have an outline written up for this, and from the way I have it set up, chances are that it's not going to be nearly as many chapters as APPIB was, but the chapters are going to be a whole lot longer. Is that a fair trade? I hope so. So on we go.

I don't own DBZ, just this plotline. It's all mine, you hear me! MINE!

Chapter Two—Tell Me the Secrets\

Your face I've memorized

I idolize

Just you

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"For Kami's sake, Vegeta, can you act like a civilized person for more than five seconds at a time?" Bulma asked in exasperation, and was rewarded with Vegeta's reply—he snorted and rolled his eyes in the true Vegeta manner.

It had taken quite a bit of time, pleading, and threatening to get her boys out of the house. It had been a beautiful day, a day that was sinking into evening, and from there floating into twilight. Bulma was determined to take advantage of the gorgeous weather and go out for a nice walk. Unfortunately, her mate and son weren't quite as receptive to the idea as she would have liked, but in the end they had come to see things her way. Of course, she'd had to threaten their food supply in order to change their views, but that was all right. This was definitely a case where the ends justified the means.

Vegeta, however, was not happy, and since he'd been dragged unwilling on this little "family outing," as the damn woman called it, he was determined to make it as unpleasant an experience for her as was physically possible. Experience had proven that if she got angry enough, chances were that she wouldn't try to make him do it again. Of course, she might not fix the gravity room again if something were to *ahem* happen to it, but that was a small price to pay. He could just go beat the crap out of…ah, spar with Kakarott's oldest brat instead.

Miraculously, Trunks had managed to stay relatively neutral since the family had embarked on this outing. He'd only protested it because his father had. Even though the child would never admit it, he didn't think it was that bad.

Rolling her eyes at the attitudes of the two males in her life, Bulma happened to glance down a street they were passing and stopped. "Hey…isn't that where Videl lives?"

The two Saiyans paused also and followed Bulma's gaze towards an enormous mansion a short distance away, down the street. Several police cars were parked out in front, and the place was absolutely swarming with people, like bees buzzing angrily around the hive. Why were the police there?

"Hmm…" Bulma muttered, then made her decision. "…we're gonna check this out."

Somewhat to her surprise, both Vegeta and Trunks agreed. Finally, something interesting!

Once they got to the edge of the crowd, Vegeta fell back a little, and remained outside the huddle of officers and detectives while Bulma pushed through. She had Trunks with her, so he didn't have to worry about the brat following him and making trouble. Silently and stealthily, Vegeta slipped away and took off. Call it a gut instinct, but he had to check it out to be sure. He was going to do a little investigating on his own, even if it was a tad bit illegal. Human laws didn't concern him anyway.

Bulma noticed that Vegeta was gone, but didn't worry about it. He was a law unto himself. Instead, she focused on the officer who seemed to be in charge of whatever chaotic operation seemed to be in action at the Satan mansion. And she wasn't at all polite about it—she pushed right through the crowd and strolled straight up to the man. "What's going on here?" she demanded, using every trick she'd ever learned for frightening people. One didn't have a successful career in business without knowing how to get information out of people, be it with words or more subtle techniques, such as intimidation.

The officer looked at her, then back down at his notebook; apparently he didn't recognize her, and was dismissing her as unimportant. "Investigation, lady. Classified."

Bulma smirked, half in anger and half in glee. It was time to beak out the heavy artillery. She was fortunate enough to have a few weapons at her disposal—namely, an enormous vocabulary, and a powerful set of lungs with which to shout said vocabulary.

And her reputation and influence didn't hurt either. Since this guy didn't seem to realize exactly who he was dealing with, she would have to remind him—loudly.

Taking a deep breath, Bulma launched into a tirade that left her son, who was standing beside her, wide-eyed with admiration for his mother. A part of what she was doing undoubtedly stemmed from her frustration with the two males in her life, and she was simply venting at an available source. But now Trunks could remember why he didn't argue with his mother very often. Actually, now he realized why almost no one would argue with his mother—she was just plain scary!

Oh yes—Bulma Briefs had the bit in her teeth, and she was off. And while she was terrorizing the hapless police officers in her quest to find out what was happening in the Satan household that would have the place in such an uproar, Vegeta was still off on a little investigation of his own.

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Finally, Vegeta thought as the two officers finally walked out of the room, carrying a few plastic bags that were marked "Evidence." The room was completely empty now.

He'd had a strange feeling that whatever was going on involved Videl, and not in a good way, and that instinct troubled him somewhat. Though he would keep it behind his teeth even under torture, he had a small amount of respect for the human. She was tough, smart, courageous, and confident—all prized traits in Saiyan society.

It hadn't been difficult to find her room; he'd simply found her scent. The detectives and police officers scouring the room had confirmed his guess that whatever was happening did indeed concern Videl. Once he'd found the place he was looking for, it was simply a matter of waiting for the place to clear out. And when he absolutely had to be, Vegeta could be quite patient. But only when he absolutely had to be.

With the room empty, he could find out what he needed to. He couldn't sense anyone nearby except for those who had just left, and they were moving away from the room. So without another moment of hesitation, Vegeta floated into the room. He did not touch down on the carpet, but remained hovering about two feet above the ground; he pulled his legs up under him and closed his eyes in a position not unlike the Namek's trademark meditation stance. He reached with his mind, trying to pull out what he wanted to know from the aura of the room and the energy overtones that remained there.

Tell me the secret, he almost implored, asking the very walls themselves to surrender what they knew, to reveal what they had witnessed. And after only a moment of prodding the room itself, it gave way to him, and told him everything, so to speak.

Based solely on what his mind and senses were telling him, a very clear picture formed in his head, and began to play. It was almost like a movie in his mind. He watched, and definitely did NOT like was he was seeing. So that was what had happened in this room. It explained a lot.

Satisfied, he pulled back into himself and sensed for presence's. Sure enough, there were a few people, perhaps three or four, heading back towards the room. Which meant that he'd better leave.

After descending to the lawn below the balcony, the Saiyan managed to sneak back around to the front without being seen. There, he found a sight that quite amused him.

Bulma had managed to terrorize nearly the entire police force there; they were cowering in front of her, and answering every question she asked. But Vegeta could tell by her face that she was horrified at the information she was suddenly privy to. And if his guess was right, she had found out the same thing he had, if only by different means.

He waited patiently for her to notice that he had returned. When she finally glanced over in his general direction, he caught her eye and nodded. She nodded back, and turned back to the hapless men in blue. Just for fun, she pulled a one-eighty in the personality department—she gave them a saccharine smile and thanked them sweetly for answering her questions before pushing her way out the circle of police officers, pulling Trunks behind her. The chibi was looking up at his mother in obvious awe. She had just cowed about thirty people into telling her anything she wanted to know. That wasn't just good—that was absolutely brilliant!

But now his parents were giving each other strange looks. Not the usual 'I'm-mad-at-you' weird looks, but the far more serious 'we'll-discuss-this-later' glance. And that meant that it was something they couldn't talk about in front of him.

Darn it, Trunks thought, disappointed. Sometimes being a kid just plain sucked.

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The trip home was surprisingly uneventful, as was the few hours that followed. Trunks noticed that both his parents seemed extremely preoccupied by something, and he assumed that it was the elusive subject that would undoubtedly be discussed later, after he had been sent off to bed.

Sure enough, he found himself being shooed off to his room early, and told not to set foot outside of that bedroom under pain of unspecified torture and almost certain death. To his mind, that meant that he would be locked in the gravity room with his father for a day, training under, oh, five hundred times Earth's gravity or thereabouts. And so the young demi-Saiyan retreated to his bedroom, disgruntled.

The minute that he was gone, Bulma turned a measuring gaze on her mate, who was seated on the other side of the room. "Well? Where did you go and how many laws did you have to break to find out whatever you did?"

Vegeta smirked. "Human laws are of no concern to me. I went into the house, and I probably found out the same thing you did."

"Which was?" Bulma folded her arms and leaned against an available wall in a stance not unlike Vegeta's trademark pose.

The Saiyan's eyes narrowed at her question. He told her what he'd done and what he'd found out, as quicky and succintly as possible, but without leaving out any important details. With each sentence, Bulma's blue eyes got a little bit wider.

When he finished, she stumbled forward a few steps and all but collapsed into a convenient chair. Her face was a mask of shock and horror. "Dear gods…you got more than I did. I basically got the what. You got the who, the how, the when, and the where."

"There's another aspect of this that should be considered, Bulma," Vegeta said. She knew how serious he was—after all, he'd actually used her first name instead of just calling her 'woman,' like he usually did. Strange how such an insulting nominative could become almost a nickname over time.

Bulma pondered his statement for a moment before realizing what he was talking about, and she clasped a hand over her mouth. "Oh no…how do we tell Gohan about this?"

Vegeta didn't reply, but his face said it all.

AN: Don't ask me why I took the story in this direction. For some reason, I just wanted someone else to find out before Gohan did, and Vegeta seemed a perfect candidate. But never fear, dear friends. Gohan will come onto the scene in the next chapter.

BTW, I would just like to say IT IS NOT GOHAN!!!!!!!! Geez, what do you guys take him for? I honestly don't know if I am going to have a specific culprit by name or what. I'm also not sure if there's gonna be closure (so to speak) or not. We'll just wait and see what happens. Thanks a whole bunch for reading, and hopefully I'll get the next chapter up a lot sooner than I did this one. I have a list of ideas for one-shots and songfics lying around, and I decided to immerse myself in them up to my elbows. Fun, huh? Actually, it is pretty entertaining. Well, TT4N!

Okay, BTW again. I was just wondering—does anybody know where I can find lyrics/a translation for the song "Spirit vs. Spirit?" I been looking all over the place, and I can't find it. I'd much appreciate it. Thanks!