Hey, everybody! Sorry it took awhile to get this chapter out, I've been having writer's block and homework and Sunday was my birthday so I had to celebrate. I wouldn't even have posted it today if my friend Autumn would've kept that torch put away. Lol. I was also kind of depressed because I only 3 reviews for the last chapter, but at least 3 people like it, and I'm keeping it alive for them. And remember in the last chapter it was a Saturday.

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~Important~
-.....- indicates thoughts
~....~ indicates mental communication through a bond
*....* indicates a flashback
(A/N:....) indicates any necessary (or unnecessary) author's notes by yours truly.

Disclaimer: You know the drill, I don't own DBZ. I own the Saiyan girl (who's name will be identified at the end of the chapter) and Lucy. You'll find out who she is when that part comes. Anyway, on with the story!




Later that day, Bulma started to plan a proper party to welcome Goku back to Earth. Chichi assisted her with the food, her area of expertise, while Bulma did the decorations.

They invited everybody, Krillin, 18, Marron, Yamcha, Puar, Roshi, Oolong, Piccolo and even Videl. They felt like she was part of the family now, as well as she did, since she spent almost all of her free time with Gohan when they weren't in school, either doing homework, sparring (which Gohan always let her win), or just talking about their hopes, dreams, and secrets of their past that hadn't been revealed to anyone before. He had grown to be her best friend, which was creepy to her since every boy at Orange Star High appeared completely repulsive in her eyes. But what bemused (A/N: I like that word....bemused.... it's so much easier than saying confused all the time...ok...I'm done now..) her the most was the feeling she got when she was with him, when he spoke, or even when she just heard his name, that fluttery feeling her stomach that annoyed the hell out of her. She had vowed to never sink so low as to being one of those lovesick, pathetic girls with a crush, who are drooling over them one minute and sulking in sadness the next because they broke their hearts. Sure it annoyed her, but she wasn't going to ignore it, she couldn't, the feeling was just too strong to ignore. But just because she accepted it, didn't mean that she'd act on it, not yet anyway (A/N: *hint hint*).

The day of the party finally came and it was a great success. There were mountains of food, enough to feed 5 hungry Saiyan appetites of course. The living room of Capsule Corp. was decorated in blue and silver streams and balloons, courtesy of Ms. Bulma Briefs. There was a long, blue banner hanging above the couch that read: WELCOME BACK GOKU in bold, silver letters.

Everyone arrived on time, except for Videl, who ran into some thieves on the way and had to kick some ass. She had worn her hair down for once and wore black stretch pants and a black V-neck shirt, but they had been ruined during the fight.

"Sorry....I'm....late," she said, panting, as Bulma opened the door. She had ran all the way there in fear of being late, but it didn't help. Her clothes were full of dirt and dust, her right pant leg had a huge rip in it, one of her sleeves had ripped off, and her hair was horribly out of place. There a slight scratch on her cheek and a couple of bruises, but nothing major. To put it simply....she looked like shit.

Gohan pushed his way through to Videl, knocking Bulma aside and said, "Videl, are you ok?" as he gently placed his hand on the cheek that was scratched, making her smile at how concerned he was.

"I'm good, Gohan," Videl said. "It's not like they were Saiyans or anything, they were no match for me." She smiled wide with pride, in a Vegeta-like manner.

"Is that why your clothes look like you've been mud wrestling?" he said, subconsciously straightening out her disheveled hair, earning a snicker and a few grins from everyone inside who were watching intently at the cute little scene.

"Gohan, it's ok," Videl said, slowly moving his hands off of her. "I know it looks like more than that, but that's only because the girl couldn't fight and started clawing and jumping at me like a cat...stupid bitch..."

"Are you su-," Gohan started.

"Oh just shut up and come in, or proclaim your undying love for the brat!" Vegeta shouted, interrupting him. "I'm getting sick to my stomach watching this soap opera bullshit!"

That comment earned a smack from Bulma. Vegeta turned to her to protest, but she glared at him, a look that told him that if he uttered another word on the subject that he'd have to face horrible consequences...horrible consequences meaning no gravity room.

Gohan blushed violently when he realized that he'd just made a fool of himself. He moved out of the doorway so that Videl could get in, only to see a bunch of half smiling and staring faces looking closely at the pair of teens.

"C'mon, Videl," Bulma said, grabbing her wrist. "I'll get you some clean clothes to change into." She turned to the still staring Z-gang. "As for you guys, enjoy yourselves, eat or whatever. Stop staring, this is a party!"

With that everyone broke out of their trances and proceeded to either eat or talk. Of course the Saiyans were at the front of the line to scoop up any food that they could, except for Gohan, who leaned against the door and let out a deep sigh.

- Great, I've just made a total ass out of myself! What's my problem lately? All I seem to do is think about her, and when I do my stomach feels like it's doing gymnastics. When I see her hurt I just can't help my anger, I always have the sudden urge to stomp a mud hole in whoever-did-it's ass! What's wrong with me? Do I like her... nah, that can't be it. Videl's like my sister, it's feels like incest to think about her that way. But lately....she always looks so beautiful...and her eyes.....Ahhhhhhh! Help!-

Goku looked over at his son, his head clutched in her hands like he was bewildered beyond repair. He grabbed a chicken leg and left the rest of his food foolishly unattended, for as soon as his back was turned, a very hungry Vegeta quickly gobbled it down, and walked over to his son.

"Hey, Gohan," Goku said with his mouth full. "What's the problem, son?"

Gohan looked up and replied, "It's nothing dad, really."

"You really like her don't you?" Goku said once his chicken leg was fully devoured and chewed.

"How'd you guess?" Gohan said, a little worried that more people would know his secret. "Is it that obvious?"

"Well, let's just say father's know these things. So what's the problem, Gohan?"

"I don't know...I'm confused. Videl and I are so close of friends we're like brother and sister...but lately..." He sighed and added, "Being a teenager is so difficult."

Goku laughed and said, "It sure is. But don't worry about it, Gohan. If you like her, tell her. What's the worse that could happen?"

"That she doesn't feel the same way," Gohan said, somberly.

"True, but it can't be any worse than keeping it bottled up inside, now can it?"

"You've got a point, dad, thanks."

Goku put a hand on his son's shoulder and said, "No problem. What are dad's for? Now c'mon, perk up. Come get some food before Vegeta, Trunks, and Goten eat it all."

Gohan smiled and followed his father so that he could grab as much food as he could before it was all gone.

At about 2:00 a.m., the Briefs and Sons were still absorbed in conversation about the good old days, except for Vegeta, of course, who had excused himself earlier to go to bed and a sleeping Trunks and Goten. They were so absorbed in conversation that they hadn't noticed that Videl and Gohan had snuck out to the humongous backyard of C.C. (Capsule Corp.). They laid on the cool grass and stared at the stars, well, what they could see behind the trees and various buildings.

"Gohan?" Videl said, her eyes still focused on the sky.

"Yeah, Videl," Gohan replied.

"Don't you....ever think about..... you know....having a girlfriend someday?" Videl asked.

"Well....yeah....sometimes....why do you asked?" Gohan said.

"I just wanted to know. You never talk about things like that."

"Well of course I think about that kind of stuff, about having girlfriends, getting married someday, having kids...who doesn't?"

"Do you have someone in mind?"

"Well..." - Ok, how should I respond to this....oh just tell her the truth- "Yeah, I guess you could say that."

"Who," Videl said, finally turning to face him, her eyes showing her eagerness to know who he was talking about, secretly hoping it was her.

"I don't want to give a name...I'll be embarrassed," Gohan said.

"Oh, c'mon, this is me we're talking about. It's no big deal."

"Yeah right. It's not as easy as it seems."

"Why? Is she ugly for something? Do I know her?"

"Oh no, she's everything but ugly...far from ugly..." Gohan's mind drifted to images of the dark-haired beauty next to him, making a smile cross his face and his eyes glisten with visible happiness.

"Well, do I know her?" Videl asked, impatiently. Remember, this is Videl Satan, you can't keep her waiting too long.

"Well, I guess you could say that."

"Well, tell me! The suspense is killing me!"

Now more than ever she hoped with every fiber of her being that he liked her as much as she liked him. In her mind, it was probably unlikely, but she still kept her hopes up. Her face showed her feelings inside but of course the innocent, naive Gohan didn't pick up on this.

- Ok,- he thought. - This is it...It's now or never. I'll just come right out and tell her how I feel, I'll be relieved when I do. But what if she doesn't feel the same way, I'll just die inside.- He sighed. - It's like dad said, it can't feel any worse than keeping it bottled up inside. Oh screw it, I can't do this...no, I have to..-

"Hello, Earth to Gohan! Anything in there?" Videl said, knocking Gohan's forehead.

"Huh?" he said, snapping out of his mental argument. "Oh, sorry, Videl. I just don't know if I can tell you who it is."

"Oh, Gohan, it's just me. You tell me everything else, why can't you just tell me this?"

Their eyes met and it was all over. Those blue eyes of hers that he'd grown to love over the past few months had met his black ones and he melted. He made his decision.

"Ok, Videl, it's...uh....uh....Lucy....Lucy from Algebra class."

As soon as the words escaped his mouth he regretted every word. Videl was crushed inside. Her heart felt like it had been ripped out, stomped on, put back in, and ki blasted until it disintegrated, leaving her nothing but a few other meaningless organs that didn't help in keeping her alive. A lump began to form in her throat, making it difficult to speak.

"Lucy, huh?" Videl said, her voice cracking. "Wow, I didn't think you liked her. You're really good at keeping secrets, aren't you?"

She couldn't believe it, Lucy of all people. She was about the same height as Videl, same color eyes and hair, only they didn't act in the same demeanor. Videl was tomboyish while Lucy was your typical teenage girl, a ditzy, preppy, blonde only with black hair. Videl wore loose fitting clothes while Lucy wore the most provocative attire. Lucy was one of the dumbest girls Videl had ever seen, she made Erasa look like a genius! Videl felt the sudden urge to kill the little bitch for stealing her dream guy's heart, but, instead she made a more friendly approach...an unlike Videl approach.

- Well, if I can't be with Gohan, I want him to at least be happy, even with that dumb ass bitch.-

"How about I set you guys up on a date or something?" Videl said, faking a smile.

"A date?" Gohan replied, in a surprised mixed with fear tone. "I don't know, Videl."

"Why not? What's the worse that could happen?"

Once again he met those eyes of hers and was defeated again. He just couldn't say no to her.

"Sure," he said, reluctantly. "I guess so."

"Cool," Videl said, still smiling that fake smile. "I'll see what I can do tomorrow at school."

- Why the hell did I say that? I'm so stupid..- she thought.

"GOHAN!" Chichi called from inside the house, making Gohan's sensitive ears ring in pain. "We're leaving, honey!"

"I guess I gotta go," Gohan said, getting up and then helping Videl up. "Do you want me fly with you to your house?"

"No, that's ok," Videl said. "I'm kind of tired. I'm going to take my jet copter."

She pulled out a capsule and dropped it to the ground, creating a big puff of smoke. When the smoke cleared she stepped into her copter.

"Bye, Gohan," she said before she closed the door and started the ignition.

Gohan waved to her as she took off into the air, and when she was out of sight he smacked himself.

"I'm such an idiot."

Meanwhile, in C.C.
Vegeta was having trouble sleeping. His dreams were clouded with images of the little girl he was supposed to marry, of her special powers, his father, Frieza, every frightening aspect of his childhood. This was the 5th night in a row that this happened and he was tired of it.

He woke up in a cold sweat, wanting to scream because he was so angry. Every desire to become a cold blooded killer again rose to the surface and his Saiyan blood boiled in delight at the memory of the adrenaline rush he experienced with each killing. He hated himself for what he had become and he longed for the old ways again. He took the dreams as a sign that he should just get up and leave, but as he was sitting up, a certain blue-haired woman rolled over in her sleep, facing him. Her innocence and peacefulness immediately vanished his angry mood. He smiled and wrapped an arm around her waist, waking her up.

"Wh- What's wrong, Vegeta," Bulma stammered, sleepily.

"Nothing, Bulma, go back to sleep," Vegeta whispered.

She slowly started to close her eyes again but they quickly popped back open when she realized what he had called her.

- Did he just call me by my name?-

Somewhere, miles away from C.C.
Out in the distance, a space pod came crashing down to Earth, forming a 6 feet deep crater. The door flung open and woman with shoulder length black hair, charcoal, black eyes, and silver earrings emerged. She looked at her surroundings disappointedly.

- Looks like I've made a miscalculation. I wanted to get here in the morning.-

She concentrated on finding the ki of the person who held her purpose for coming to Earth, but she couldn't find it.

- Wow, I'm way off. I can't even feel his ki. Oh well, I'll just find him in the morning.-

She laid down beside her ship, still looking around in disgust.

- So this is Earth, huh? I'm disappointed. I figured Earth should be more lavish and glamorous than this. But, I have to remember, this is a planet of inferior humans, how exciting can it be? I don't understand why he wanted to be here in the first place, but I guess he has his reasons.-

She closed her eyes and tried to go to sleep, but once again she was disturbed by a recurring dream she'd been having since she was 5 years old, a dream which contained pictures of her father's horrible death under the hands of King Vegeta, of her planet's horrible destruction, of so many kids teasing her, and of that day that was the cause of the person she was now, an assassin with so many perished planets under her belt.

She awoke with tears in her eyes, not just tears of sadness, but tears of anger and frustration as well. Her ki rose dramatically as her earrings began to blink red. She levitated of the ground a few inches, clenching her fists so hard blood ran down her knuckles. She looked down at her fists and began to scream, her ki still rising. Her eyes turned the demonic shade of red they had become many times before, and a red aura began to encircle her body, making her rise into the air even more. But suddenly she was reminded of her sole purpose for being on this planet, and she began to calm down, just seconds before her earring were about to break. She returned to the ground and to her normal appearance. She let go of her clenched fists and as she watched the blood trickle down to the dirt, she cried once again. She was tired of living her life this way and she hoped seeing him would change her destiny.

At C.C.
The next morning, Vegeta decided to skip training and find another way to occupy his time, since his concentration was always broken when he was training. He wanted to find a way to get that girl off of his mind, and the only alternative he could think of was to spend the day with Bulma.

He followed her around while she did Capsule Corp. related jobs, asking her questions like, "What's that?", "Why do you have to do that?", and "How long does it take?", he followed her when she did house work, asking questions like, "Why do you have to clean this?", Where does this go?," and "How long does it take to clean this?", and he followed her while she cooked and asked her questions like, "Is it supposed to look like that?", "Why does it smell like that?", and "How long does it take to cook that?" (A/N: That was a long ass sentence!). By noon, Bulma snapped.

"Oh my Dende, Vegeta!" She screamed. "I can't take this anymore! I love all the attention you've given me lately, but you're driving me crazy with all these questions!"

Vegeta stepped back a bit, a little surprised at her tone, and said, "Well, excuse me, woman! I was just trying to see what you do all day, that's all. I was just curious!"

"I know, Vegeta, but there's a difference between being curious and annoying!"

Vegeta grunted and walked towards the front door. Bulma hurried in front of him.

"Are you feeling ok, Veggie-head?" she asked, slipping her arms around his waist.

"I'm fine, woman, and for the last time, don't call me that!" Vegeta screamed in her face, moving her out of his way so that he could get out the house.

"Well, stop calling me woman!" Bulma shouted back as he slammed the door. She sighed and went back to cooking. "I just don't know what to do with him."

Vegeta sat out on the front porch with his head in his hands, his blue gi blowing in the wind (A/N: Think of what he was wearing during the tournament.) as well as his spiky hair.

-What's wrong with me? Why do I keep thinking about her after all these years? I feel as if that chapter in my life has not been closed. But how do I close it?-

"Prince Vegeta?" a familiar female voice said.

He wondered who in the hell would be calling him "prince" here on earth, especially a female. He looked up and his facial expression had totally changed. He looked as if he'd seen a ghost.

- This can't be who I think it is- he thought.

- It is, my prince. It is I.-

Vegeta looked even more confused to hear her voice in his head. She smirked in Vegeta-like manner to see his expression.

"It's impossible..." Vegeta said, half to himself.

"But it's not, my prince. It's me, Kumberelle."
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So, how'd you like this chapter? Please review! P-p-p-please do it for me! Betcha can't guess where I got, Kumberelle from, can ya? A cucumber! As for Lucy, well, as you know, Videl is devil scrambled up, and since Lucy looks like Videl, I used Lucy as the feminine form of Lucifer, the angel that eventually became the devil. I'm so clever, aren't I? Well, have a nice day, and don't forget to review or else Autumn will light ya'll on fire!