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Disclaimer: I, the author, do not in any way have Dragonball/Z/GT in possession, nor do I have any influence on it. I do not make any profit or money from writing fanfiction. I also do not own the movie "Hollywood Bollywood"
The Young and the Mate-less
Written by the somewhat infamous Goku's Daughter
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It was a normal night at a local club—well for a Monday at least. There were the normal drunkards marking their territory by playing pool, harassing young females, and drinking till they couldn't talk properly. They seemed to be in the back of the place, away from windows and doors. Where they weren't at, there were couples and friends—the saner more sober people than the drunkards. They were normally dining and dancing, taking more presence than any other type of people there. But again, it was a Monday. Weekdays—or more accurately the days Mondays to Thursday, did not gather so many of them as the other days. Now the rest of the people were in much smaller amounts for they consisted of loners, victims of depression—people you wouldn't find in large quantities. These type of people were here constantly, but again because of their tiny sum they weren't taken into account, or recognized strongly as the other people.
And so, tonight, Gohan was one of those people—the sad people—who sat firmly at the bar on a black stool…
Gohan traced his fingers around the rim of his glass, before draining the alcoholic beverage. With a small sigh he closed his eyes and sat there silently with a frown.
Yes, he was defiantly one of those people. He was a victim of depression at the moment—and was so caught up into it that he did not know that someone was watching him. Oh gosh… this pressure was taking a toll on him mentally, draining and fatiguing him.
"You know, you can lighten up a little," came a feminine voice.
Initially Gohan ignored the speaker, even if she was a woman, and was right. After a moment listening to the sultry jazz music being played in the background, he slowly opened his obsidian eyes and asked the bartender for one more shot of whiskey.
The same bartender, a tall fit man in his mid-40s, gave Gohan what he ordered for. His gray eyes, full of wisdom, immediately darted to a woman, and asked her what she would like to drink. Politely, she asked for water. And when she got it, then drank it, she spoke again.
"What ever it is, it can't be that bad."
This time, Gohan did not fully ignore her. He coldly replied, "What do you know?" without giving her eye contact—or any other hints that he was speaking to her.
The same female looked at him for once with a disappointed frown. "You're not going to get anything done mopping around. It's not productive."
"And what if I don't want to do anything," he replied in a hiss. And still, he did not give her eye contact—or even look up and turn his head slightly to view her face. Instead, he wanted to shake his head as he wondered why she, a stranger, would care.
She gave him a plain response, and then returned to her cool beverage. "Well then that's your problem."
He smiled crookedly. "I can't believe a human just hit on me…" Gohan muttered under his breath. The Saiyan did not want to question how much worse—or strange—his day can get.
She heard that. "Why?"
Gohan seriously did not expect her to comment or question on that. This time, he looked at her, quickly examining her. She was a young lady with pleasant blue eyes. Her dark hair was tastefully crimpled and unrestrained by any hair ties, falling over her slender fair shoulders and back. Immediately, her looks contradicted his initial thoughts about her. This woman wasn't ugly and lonely. Well he wasn't sure if she was lonely, but most of the lonely people he encountered weren't the prettiest folk around.
"Why what?" he asked, irritated.
Her face was fair and her complexion was clean, almost flawless. She had a small pretty nose and soft looking, cheery red lips. The way she dressed showed that she had certain class and dignity. This woman did not degrade herself from wearing skimpy clothes that revealed cleavage or womanly flesh and curves in a provocative manner. Instead, she wore a nice, dark, sleek dress. It was half-casual and half-fancy. The frills on the bottom rim of her plain robe made it so.
"Why human?" The way she said that proved that she had a certain poise and self-dignity.
Gohan narrowed his eyes at her, returning a frown. He wondered why she would be here. "I'm assuming you're human. You don't have a tail," he replied flatly, and pointed behind her, indicating that she did not possess a trait that normally identified a Saiyan.
A bit unexpectedly, she smiled warmly at him—which he only assumed that she was proving him right.
He lightened up a bit. "And I could only wonder why you would be here?"
Her smile flattened down a bit. "The name's Videl."
Gohan looked down at his empty glass. "I'm Gohan."
She turned her body to face him. Her expression showed no hesitation while she pulled her hair to flow onto her back. "So… Gohan… do you want to dance?"
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Gohan agreed to dance with a stranger called Videl. He didn't know how—or why—he approved. She just somehow broke his defenses with this mysterious air that clouded her. It was that Gohan found alluring—and so he danced, not really caring why she was hanging out in a bar. They just moved in sync with the jazzy music that only couples and lovers would dance to—temporarily living somewhere else, because the both of them wanted to escape reality.
"So what do you do for a living?" she asked curiously as they swayed side to side.
The Saiyan slightly shrugged before he twirled her out and then back in his embrace. "I have my own business that merely lives off stocks and boring stuff like that. There's nothing exciting about it," Gohan explained.
She shook her head, noticing his suit. "I never would have guessed," she said in a playful tone laced with sarcasm. Her interest only flattered the Saiyan.
Gohan grinned down at her lively mood and continued, "Well it's not like I have a choice. My grandfather doesn't work. My dad's gone. I have to take of my family. If I don't then I may be stuck in a very terrible job—and then I'll be in trouble with my conscious. I have to earn enough to sustain my mother, brother, grandfather and cousin."
The stranger in his arms nodded with some good wonder for him and confessed, "I'm impressed," in Japanese.
"Are you really?" he asked half-curious. From her, he wasn't expecting an answer with reason.
She nodded, not showing any signs of embarrassment. "I admire a guy who can use his brains instead of muscles all the time. It's also rare to find a guy that's so concerned for his family."
He smirked at her, slightly awed that she wasn't shallow. "Well I'm surprised a human like yourself would hang around a Saiyan like me."
At that comment, she stopped moving to the music and just halted on the spot, causing Gohan to be in a very uncomfortable position. "You shouldn't," she started sternly with belief. "Humans and Saiyans should learn to live together. Nameks and humans seem to be getting along. Saiyans aren't any different," Videl explained with her lips in a tight thin line. She obviously felt positively strong about races mixing well with one another.
He towered over her and gave her a smile—a smile he never made in a while. He admired her outgoing personality and understanding of races. He also liked what she said—especially since she was right. All races that live on planet Earth should learn how to get along for their own good.
Videl slowly grabbed onto his hand, happy that he agreed. They resumed dancing.
"So…you're Japanese?" Gohan asked slowly, keeping the conversation going.
Videl gave him another look. It was again playful, but mixed with coy mystery. "I can be whoever you want me to be."
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Gohan and Videl sat by a candle lit table, surprisingly enjoying each other's company for the evening. Well Gohan found it more surprising. He was shocked with himself how he didn't find hanging out with Videl to be awkward. It wasn't just because it was effortless to talk to her—and fairly easy to get along with her—but it was because she was a stranger. A stranger that held no ties with him, or any promise that threatened his guilty conscious of Lime.
"I never would have guessed you would know so much about Planet Vegeta?" he asked, interested in their present conversation. "Humans don't really care."
She shrugged, exhaling and inhaling deeply. "Well I visited it a couple of times throughout my short life. I find Vegeta to be interesting. Not the King… the Planet."
Gohan smiled at her quick clarification and raised a dark eyebrow, indicating for her to elaborate.
And so she did. "Well when I went one time, I participated in tournaments. They were brutal. Worse than the ones on Earth. Surprisingly I survived. And there was this guy up there who was impressed, and so for his sheer amusement, he trained and taught me 'tricks'. I only agreed because I like fighting—the challenge… that type of thing. It's exciting." She smiled—not at him—but at the thoughts, while her slender eyebrows only rose.
The Saiyan blinked three times before he opened his mouth to reply. "Woah. A human female fighter. And I was so stupid to wonder why your ki is so high for someone like yourself."
Her face got warm. "Now don't I feel special that a Saiyan noticed my elevated ki level," she said in a slight mocking voice.
When he drained his glass of wine, another thought crept into his head. "How much do you know about Planet Vegeta, and in general, Saiyans?" Gohan asked cautiously. In his voice it was clearly evident that he was curious—too curious. That only made Videl wonder.
Her smile stayed on her face, admiring the cozy area that they sat at. They were in a dull lit corner with not many people in sight. And astonishingly she didn't feel uncomfortable. "Enough," Videl answered sweetly, dryly.
That only confirmed that his thought—his idea—was excellent. Those certain words that formed the plot, sounded brilliantly as it echoed in his head. The only problem was the price… The price for this wild card was terrifying! But Gohan was desperate—being scared wouldn't stop him from asking.
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To be continued
Next chapter: The Deal
¸¸.·´¨`¤ GD's end of the chapter remarks ¤´¨`·.¸
This wasn't much of a chapter—or so I think. It was originally three pages, and I somehow lengthened it to five, which is good, because I wanted to separate it from the next chapter. The plot will thicken.
Oh yeah, ShaggyDiz, maybe I should have commented that I'm not cute—or nice—when playing minesweeper (get too frustrated from making those damn blobs). I'm actually never cute when I play games—I get to… competitive and transform to a monster if I'm really into it. In my gym class last year, I was like a bully when playing in games and sports. Heh. *laughs when remembering of whipping balls at wussy girls* Oh well. People find me cute enough that they don't suspect me of cheating!! *grins*
And Jaina, I need your email addy for you to be added to the list. There aren't many people added to the mailing list. Only three so far. *shakes head disappointedly* My updates are less constant than before for some odd reason.
Thanks for reading. I can only ask you to review now.
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