Ok, someone asked for it, so here it is. My first Gohan/Videl fanfic. (And it may be my last – notice how short it is?) Well, enjoy! Indi
Looking, Seeing
When you really look at something for the first time, really see it, you notice how beautiful and fragile it can be. Take a tree for instance. Everyday I pass them and only see a tree; a brown trunk and green leaves. But when I sat and looked at it, I really saw it for the first time. A strong base, with roots that hold it in the earth, and branches that reach up to the sky, as though trying to make contact with the sun. Leaves that can be razor sharp, but will whither and die with the change of the seasons. The tree will stand tall against the sun, the rain, and the wind, but it will fall with the striking of an axe or the savagery of fire. Beautiful and strong, yet breakable.
That's what I thought when I really looked at Videl. She may be three times stronger than the average person, and able to take on guys five times her size, but when it all comes down to it, she's only human. Able to be broken, body and soul.
I don't ever want that to happen.
I was watching her as she sat beneath the tree that I had seen. She was smiling – a beautiful sight – as she rested after a light training session. Her eyes were closed, long dark lashes sweeping her cheeks as her hair fluttered slightly with the gentle breeze. Then I really saw her. She looked so peaceful, so delicate. Something about that moment made me want to run over to her and scoop her up into my arms and protect her with all the strength that I possessed.
We're strong, us Saiyans, but even we can be broken. We just hold on longer, fighting to the end for the ones that we protect. Dad has Mum, Goten and I, Vegeta has Bulma and Trunks – though he'd never admit it – and I have…
Could I have her?
I want her. To protect… and maybe…
She looked up at me with a face full of concern, calling my name, asking me what was wrong. Why was I standing over her with that look on my face? Why wasn't I answering her?
I just couldn't speak, couldn't do anything but look at her.
She stood and shook me, her small hands grasping my arms, her palms surprisingly soft against my skin. All the while she called my name, over and over, letting me memorise how her mouth formed the word. I can see it now, when I close my eyes.
I can always see her face when I close my eyes. So close. So beautiful.
Then I smiled, and all the concern and fear was swept from her features in a heartbeat. And in the next heartbeat, my lips were on hers, joining us together for the longest of moments.
I wanted it to go on forever, wanted more days beneath this tree, more instants of beauty and bliss.
But above all, I wanted more moments with her.
So I told her when we were again ourselves. I told her everything.
And then, for the first time, I saw…
