Hi guys

Hi guys, Silverinochi here. Sorry I've been missing the past few days. My computer broke down and so... frankly, I haven't been able to get on. And school work plays a factor. On Tuesday, I came home, and did homework non-stop until 9:30 when I was too exhausted to stay awake anymore.

This is Videl's chapter. Next one will be Bulma's.... I think.... This chapter probably isn't the best so far, but it's what happens to Gohan, okay?

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I'm gonna go work on my website now...

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Hi guys, Videl here. In the various assignments Bulma handed out to the members of our little club, I was given Step 3: Make Observations. But guys, do me a favor and don't tell Gohan about this, I love the man to pieces, but last time I was given steps he made me write them down on construction paper and tape them (in order) on the fridge. Okay, okay, I read what my daughter and Bra put, and though I think they both did wonderfully in their week, they didn't seem to stick to their topic too much. All well, all was well as it is. (How come Gohan and I weren't invited to the Crop Walk?)

As I assume you can already tell, Gohan and I don't fall into a clear classification like the other Z Senshi. My daughter, Trunks, Goten, Bra, and their posse consider us the 'adults'. Though I can see why. I mean, Pan and Bra are almost the same age, making us seem like parents to Bra as to Pan. Trunks and Goten were many years younger than Gohan and myself, making us seem less like the adults to them, but not so close to their group. Goku, ChiChi, Bulma, and Vegeta don't consider us the 'adults' for similar reasons. Goku and ChiChi were Gohan's parents sooooo... ya know, not the same. Parents are superior. Bulma can remember learning about Gohan when he was like, 4 was it? And well, Vegeta thinks everyone's inferior to him.

So, Gohan and I are what he calls the 'Overpowering Intermediate.' Damn him and his big words. We make up the collective center, because we are the children to one group, and the adults to another. Easy enough.

When I first met Gohan, he was very uncomfortable around the opposite sex. In fact, it took him almost a year after I met him to get the courage to say the word, 'sex.' Gohan's a collected man, I've almost never seen him lose his cool over anything. Okay, not anything. The one thing Gohan gets more nervous about than girlfriends would be the dreaded D word. Daughter. Don't get me wrong guys, Gohan was beyond happy about having Pan. He vowed he would be a better father than his own, not that he held anything against his dad. Goku was Goku, and he didn't know anything more than to save the world. Of course, when I first told Gohan he was going to be a daddy, I thought he was gonna shit his pants. The only time after that that he'd been more nervous and stressed was when Pan was born. It took him a while to work up the courage to hold Pan, because he claimed he didn't know his own strength, and was afraid to hurt her. I believe other things however. Like my Gohan's biggest fears until then were the end of the world, and hurting me. Now, he'd have to add the fear of being a terrible father to Pan onto that list.

Gohan losing his cool is about the time that the human's of Earth should crawl into their homes and not come out. But as a wise person once said, "You never know a man until you won't let him get any..."

Instead of the two earlier guys, Gohan didn't flood himself with work, or plot revenge against the squirrels, but he did do something off the wall.

He locked himself in the bathroom.

Yup guys, Gohan became obsessed with the bathtub. This was something far from what I expected, I mean, Gohan would probably do something like go and work. But no, my husband of twenty-six years, locked himself in the lavatory. You think you know a man.

The powder room problem didn't come up quite as fast as the others. His behavior was normal at first. He got up, cleaned our room, went downstairs, made breakfast, burned breakfast, threw breakfast away, washed the dishes, took a shower, got dressed, vacuumed the living room, went to his mom's to eat, and went to take over Pan's job at Son Industries. Nothing unusual. Just... stuff he does everyday before I wake up. I bet you guys are wondering about the washing of the dishes and vacuuming... well, I've come to the conclusion that Gohan is the best housewife in the universe!

The whole thing frightened me at first. Here was Gohan, locked in our only bathroom. I had to take action, I had the be someplace in an hour and he was preventing me from doing so! "Gohan," I said firmly through the door, "are you okay in there?"

I heard a few splashes, how quaint, he was playing with the water. Like a two year old. "Yup yup," he replied, "Me just fine!" I heard more splashing, then a, "Hello Mr. Ducky!"

I was afraid. I hopped up onto my feet, and walked quickly down the stairs. Gohan needed help! I needed help! I picked up the phone and dialed several numbers, "Hello? Yeah, we have a problem," I said to the recipient on the other end of the line, "No, nothing to do with that. Ummm.... Well, he's kind of locked himself in our bathroom..." there was hysterical laughter on the other line, "please, I gotta be someplace soon, but first I have to get into the bathroom! Okay, thanks...." I hung up, and went into the living room to wait.

As the minutes passed, I continued to hear my husband from upstairs, "Okay Mr. Shampoo Bottle, you and your wife, Mrs. Conditioner, can go off and," I heard him sniffle a little bit, "have little Holiday Inn shampoo/conditioner bottles!" I heard wails, was Gohan having some kind of emotional break down up there? "Oh this is terrible!" he wailed, "because after you have a little shampoo bottle, she'll go over and hook up with the soap!"

Ah, I get it now, he's crying because Pan is married. Daddy's little girl has to grow up sometime Gohan, I could have told you that. Of course, this whole thing makes me wonder, what did Vegeta do when Bra married Goten? And a better question yet would be, do I want to know?

After what seemed like forever, my doorbell finally rang. I jumped from our couch and sprang to get it, for my counseler was finally here, "This better be good Videl," Bulma said as she started up the stairs, "I don't see why you didn't call ChiChi, she's his mother for Dende's sake, if anyone can get Gohan out of the bathroom it's her!"

"I know," I replied walking up the stairs behind her, "But can we leave ChiChi as a last resort?"

We finally made our way to the bathroom, were Gohan was continuing his meltdown, "And then Mr. Shampoo, you're dad will tell the evil Mr. Cell guy that you should fight him," he changed his voice to a high-pitched mocking tone, "because you have a hidden power," his voice changed back into a normal sobbing one, "and so you kick Mr. Cell's ass, with one arm out of order. Then, you study, under the dictatorship of your mother, until your about 18 years old. But you're a geek, two steps down from coke-bottle glasses geek,... and then you meet this pretty girl.... only to find out that her father was the bastard who took all the credit for beating Cell...."

I blinked... How could I help that Gohan?

Bulma was biting her lip, to prevent laughing or crying I will never know, but she swallowed hard and knocked on the door, "Gohan... honey," Bulma said to the wooden block, "this is Bulma. Do you know who I am?"

I shook Bulma's arm, "Bulma," I said, "he's going insane, not turning into a five year old!"

We heard the water stop splashing on the other side, Gohan was no doubt listening, "Yes," he mumbled, "she brought you here didn't she? I know she did! Videl! Take this meany weeny away!" The splashing ensued, causing Bulma to sigh in defeat:

"You can't save them all."

I sighed also, leaning against the wall and sliding down to the floor, "Now what Bulma? Did Vegeta ever do this to you?" I ran my fingers through my hair, was my husband ever going to come out of the bathroom?

Bulma pulled her cell phone out of her jacket, "Of course not, but I know someone who has...." she dialed a phone number quickly. She paused, waiting for someone to answer, "Come on, come on... Oh hi. I have a problem, we have a code green. I known we told them to never do this again. Sector 3. Yeah. Gohan. I know. Poor Videl is about ready to kill herself. See you in a few minutes then? Okay, bye."

I blinked, so that was a business call with Bulma? "Umm, Bulma?" I asked, "Who'd you just call? It wasn't the police was it? Because you know Gohan could probably..."

"Heavens no," Bulma said resting against the wall, "I called the master. The strongest being on Earth. If they'd played a valid part in the Cell Games, he'd have been down in seconds. We like to call her 'the Drill Sergeant'..."

We heard pounding on the other side of the door. ChiChi's voice bellowed through the cracks, "Let me in to my boy! Come on you guys!" the pounding continued as we descended the stairs. I walked slowly to the door, very unsure of what would be on the other side. What I saw was a very pissed mother.

"You called ChiChi?" I asked, "Why?"

"Like I said," Bulma answered, "she's the strongest being on Earth. Have you ever seen the woman chase Goku cross-country with that frying pan of hers? I'm telling you, if I had filmed it, your father would no longer be considered the strongest under the sun by anyone."

I laughed, the sight was imaginable. I mean, Goku flying a few feet off the ground, going as fast as he can. ChiChi, about three feet behind, on the ground, screaming to the point that trees were probably falling down. Then you have to in vision Bulma flying over head in one of her air planes, watching, laughing her ass off. I could only wish I could have been there. All well.

The look on ChiChi's face scared the willies out of me. She stood there, panting, pan in hand, "Okay," she said, "Where is he? I can get this done, and be home to cook twelve pot roasts for Goku by five!" Hmmm... it I'd analyzed that more closely, I would have noticed that this situation could have played out much like the Goku and ChiChi one....

Of course, this thought flew right over my head at the time...

"Gohan!" ChiChi screamed, taking a swing at the door with her trusty frying pan. Bulma and I stood clear out of the way, not willing to face ChiChi's rage. The splashing and girlish giggling on the other side instantly stopped, followed by a high-pitched shriek of fear. "Gohan, get out here right now!"

Ruffling of the shower curtain was heard, followed by numerous 'bong's, 'bing's and 'clank's, which I can only assume was Gohan getting out the the tub and taking every other thinkable item along with him. Which was all fine, dear Gohan needed to leave the bathroom. I needed to use the bathroom. ChiChi needed to got home and make five pot roasts for Goku. If she doesn't... well,.... the world as we know could very well be over.

Much to my, and everyone else's, surprise, the door opened. There stood my Gohan, naked as the day he was born. I blinked in surprise, and Bulma was inspecting him. ChiChi was angry, "Gohan!" she screamed, "What do you think your doing?! Showing yourself off like this?! What did I raise you to be- a farm animal?!"

Terror was ridden on Gohan's face once again, though Bulma and myself 'seeing him' was probably not why. "Mommy!" He yelled as he bounded down the hallway, "Don't hurt me! I didn't mean to!" ChiChi was close in toe.

All I could do was watch my husband run down the road completely nude.

That's my chapter guys, hope you liked it.

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