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The Young and the Mate-less
Written by the somewhat infamous Goku's Daughter
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On his lunch break, Goten sat outside on the cool concrete, playing around with his camera. In one of his hands he held it, while the other used its fingers to press various buttons to achieve desired effects. Goten laughed as he bathed in the sunlight, watching the many females who 'auditioned' to be Gohan's girlfriend—er—potential mate. The boy couldn't help but laugh out loud when he saw the countless shocked and disgusted faces that Gohan can create. To the teen, it was highly amusing to see his brother so tormented, but at times like these, it was just plain pathetic. Suddenly Goten felt his camera—no wait—his precious camera get ripped out of the boy's hand.
"Hey what was that for?" he quickly queried, standing abruptly to his feet. The teen was ready to take back what was his by force.
An older boy with an unpleasant, arrogant attitude held the camera loosely in his hands. His blue crystal eyes narrowed down at Goten, and with a sinister smile, he flung Goten's camera in the air. With a small conceited laugh, followed by the cheers of his posse, the teen ignored Goten angry cries and curses. The older boy watched Goten helplessly move forward, trying to catch his beloved electronic device. Unfortunately for Goten, the camera smashed to pieces on the cool floor with a hard thud. And at that, the older bully laughed. Seeing the device break and spark only made Goten furious. Going Super Saiyan didn't sound like a bad idea.
"What the f—k was that for Trunks?" Goten asked with harsh venom. 'Just because he's the King's son, doesn't mean he can do anything he wants,' came his next bitter thought.
Trunks crossed his arms over his chest while he glared down at Goten, sneering at his helplessness. With his gang behind him, he was definitely not afraid of this low class being. And you can bet arrogance ran in his bloodline. "Oh shut up," Trunks said cooly. "It was just a camera, jeez." Trunks glanced to the side, more specifically to a girl named Kimberly, then back at Goten with a more proud look and smiled wickedly. "You're lucky that I didn't beat the shit out of you."
Goten shot Trunks an angry, more hated look, knowing that that the Prince was only trying to impress Kimberly. Exasperated with this shit, he rolled his eyes and tried to control his temper by inhaling and exhaling deeply. If he would chose to turn Super Saiyan and dare challenge the King's son, who can also transform to a Super Saiyan, Goten might face hell—or something like that. As much as Goten wanted to plant a punch on Trunks's perfect face, he just couldn't. It might be that he lacked confidence, lack of courage, or maybe he was too much of a coward to face the consequences.
Trunks glared down at Goten and with a snap of his fingers his whole gang turned around and walked around. Trunks was leading of course.
And it looked like the stuck up Prince didn't care what Goten's father did for Vegeta. Damn these ungrateful kids these days…
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"Gohan, I'm tired of this shit," Goten complained with a mutter. He was still unhappy, even if he was sitting in the passenger seat of Gohan's black Porsche. Diligently, Goten cradled his broken camera in his palms, mentally cursing Trunks and more generally, bullies.
"Don't worry, I'll buy you a new camera," Gohan said calmly, trying to pacify his younger brother.
"Getting another camera aint going to fix anything!" Goten said, clearly frustrated.
Gohan glanced down at Goten's troubled face before looking back at the road. "I can transfer you to another school," Gohan suggested before he turned on the signal for a right turn.
"And I'll still have to put up with the same shit."
There was silence as Gohan steered the car to the right.
"You won't tell grandfather about this, will you?"
Gohan chuckled. "Not a chance."
Goten smirked. "If he found out, he would lock me up in the training room."
Gohan's lip curled up a bit. Humour served good in some unpleasant situations. It helped lightened things a bit. "Or he would lock you up in a room with Rita."
Goten frowned at Gohan's remark. "Oh Kami, I'll die if he did that. Luckily she's going to move away when she gets married to Zargo," Goten noted out loud. And of course, he made the name Zargo sound weird and well…demented.
Gohan's lips mimicked his brother's, going into a sharp frown. "Didn't you hear the Zargo is going to move in with us after they get married?"
"NANI!?!" the teen shrieked. "Nooooo! I'll DIE!!" Goten started to panic.
The Saiyan laughed. "Relax Goten. I'm kidding. Kami forbid more torment must fall on you."
Goten glared at Gohan, more playfully than he intended to show. "That was below the belt."
Gohan laughed again and ruffled the teen's hair.
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Krillin escorted Videl into a small, dull, gloomy looking restaurant. She wouldn't know why Gohan would want her to meet here, nor did it matter much. Videl already figured that he wanted to keep this a private until she was ready, meaning she knew and learned everything there was to know about Saiyans. He was the boss after all.
When Krillin spotted Gohan, a small smile was planted on his face. "The Master awaits," he said politely, playfully.
Videl laughed softly. "You know you don't have to call him that."
Krillin grinned at her. "I know. I like teasing and irritating him."
Videl slid into her seat and looked across at the stressed out male. Gohan's clothes weren't different to the ones he wore in the bar. Except this time he found it necessary to wear depressing grays with a black over coat. She smiled at him softly as she received a plate from the waiter. It was a plate of fried rice and chicken. "How do you know—"
Gohan almost rolled his eyes. "Believe it or not, I do pay attention when you talk…"
She simply shrugged—not showing her awe in her expression—and dug in.
Krillin slid in the seat, sitting beside Gohan. "It's good to see that she's not a vegetarian," Krillin commented.
Gohan nodded, looking almost uninterested. "Yeah. My grandfather would have a fit if I didn't eat any meat."
One of Videl's eyebrows rose in interest. "I already know Saiyans love meat."
"Especially my grandfather."
Videl suddenly stopped chewing her food and called upon the waiter, and asked, "Can I have some more chicken on this?" When the waiter was gone, she turned back at Gohan and grinned. "I'm glad your grandfather is fond of meat because I really love meat too!" As quickly as she said that, another plate of chicken made its way to the table. Maybe Gohan was a regular costumer or gave generous tips, which possibly made her receive great service.
Gohan wiped his forehead and sighed. "So I guess we should start with the basics with greetings and all that."
Videl nodded while chewing on a piece of bone. "I already know about that stuff…"
Gohan narrowed his eyes in concentration. "Well then. I guess there isn't much to teach you about. All you have to be is… more aggressive and…and…" he began to stutter, trying to find a good word.
"You mean don't be a sissy," Videl finished with a hint of pride in her voice. If she wasn't supposed to be a sissy, well then, that made her life a little bit easier. She wasn't one to begin with.
Gohan slowly nodded at her statement. "Yeah. Don't be a sissy. And please, if my mother makes corny remarks about mating and having children, ignore her. Or you can smile and nod to make her shut up. Either way is effective."
Krillin agreed with Gohan so he furiously nodded.
"So… you have a brother?"
Slowly, Gohan nodded.
"How old is he?" she questioned, looking down at her food.
A bead of sweat rolled down his face, slightly ashamed. "Umm… I kind of lost track. He's a teenager though."
"Oh I see," Videl breathed out softly. Then she noticed the piercing looks from Gohan and Krillin.
"What?" she asked curiously, giving them suspicious glares.
"Nothing," Krilling quickly replied.
Videl resumed eating her Chinese food.
Krillin turned to the side and whispered, "Do you think she could pull this off? Is she that strong?"
Gohan didn't hesitate to answer back. "I dunno. It's worth a shot."
Videl did an eye roll. Of course they wouldn't think that she'd hear them, but they were so painfully wrong. If they said something about her behind her back, she would either rip their heads off or walk away…
"She can't speak Saiyan."
"I know," Gohan murmured.
"Don't you think she's a bit too skinny?"
"You want to fatten her up?"
"It'll make it more believable. Her muscles probably shrunk since she stopped training."
"Her breast might be smaller if we make her fatter…"
And that was it. How dare he comment about her body! Wasn't it a good thing if she was skinny?!? But noooo… she had to be perfect size…and meatier to make it more convincing? How dare he?! She was never one to take crap from anyone, regardless of the person's gender—or status.
Quickly Videl rose from her seat, in a bad mood. "I'm out of here," she said sternly.
Gohan blinked twice, in shock, and then stared at her. "Why?"
Videl was flabbergasted at his stupidity. "You were just talking behind my back! I can't believe you have the balls to talk about my body like that! I understand you're Saiyan but you don't have to be so perverted!" She turned to walk away, but someone caught her arm.
It was Krillin and his action had forced her to stop. For a small man, he was stronger than he appeared to be. "We're sorry," he apologized quickly. He knew that if Videl went away for good then there would be no hope for Gohan's cousin… and all would be lost. In other words, Krillin would gain nothing if Gohan's cousin's stayed and left unmarried. He does not like to take care of Saiyan children!
Videl glared at Krillin then back further at Gohan who almost had a bored look on his face. His expression made her angrier. "I don't hear a sorry from you!"
Gohan tried not to roll his eyes. "Fine. I'm sorry. Happy?"
Krillin directed Videl back to her seat, giving her a pleading look while doing so. "Please Videl. We need you."
She definitely knew that—and she would use that to her advantage. "That will be another three thousand in U.S. for those remarks."
Gohan breathed in heavily with a frown and exhaled it as a sigh. Kami, it's going to be a long day…
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Grace was with her as she moved from one end of the room the other. Closely, with a firm posture, she examined herself in the mirror. Her dark hair was drawn up into a lazy bun and her nails were trimmed and painted, pedicured nicely in a dark blue colour. At the sight of herself she sighed happily and then closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she found herself and Gohan in the reflection. Videl turned around at him and gave him a small bow with a smile on her face. "How do you like it?" she asked, impersonating some sort of princess.
Gohan watched the female closely and he liked what he saw. Videl wasn't ugly. "Not bad. Not bad at all. Even though you're human, Saiyan armor just suits you."
Videl liked the compliment and set back into a fighting stance. "You really think I can do it, huh?" she questioned again with a sharp challenging smirk on her face.
Gohan nodded, returning the confident smirk. "Come. Try to hit me."
"In the store?" Videl asked, not believing he was serious.
Gohan nodded again, but this time the smirk sharpened. "Yeah. With any damage done, I can pay for it," was his short explanation.
Videl gave him a thoughtful grin and never hesitated to lung at him. Every time she tried to hit him he was able to block it. The failure of her attempts made her angrier and eventually it made her ki rise. After ten minutes Videl was able to land a punch on Gohan's face. Gohan quickly caught her arm and pushed her back against the mirrored wall. Looking down at her angry yet somewhat amused expression, he whispered, "Like I said, not bad. Not bad at all."
Piercing her blue eyes with a stare, he slowly moved away, giving her a chance to run free. But for some reason, she didn't move. She just slumped in the same spot and rested her head against the cool mirrors. It was odd though… how her breathing had accelerated more rapidly when Gohan had caught her, rather then when she was trying to successfully hit him. Videl opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted since Krillin walked into the store.
The bald man looked around the room in awe and horror. He looked at Videl, who was dressed in dark Saiyan armour, then at mellow Gohan, who was just sitting down on a chair. Krillin dark beady eyes switched back and forth at the two other beings before it finally settled on Gohan. "What happened here? Where's everyone?"
Gohan rolled his head to the side before explaining the situation. "I paid to have this store closed and Videl has new Saiyan armour. I wanted to test her out so we had a little fight. That's all."
Krillin just accepted the response as it is with a small nod. The place was in a mess. Objects were knocked down, thinks were broken. Yeah, the store wasn't in the best condition but Krillin didn't let this spoil his mood. "I have good news."
Gohan's right eyebrow rose in interest, waiting for Krillin's explanation.
Krillin didn't hide a smile. "Your father and Uncle may be returning to Earth for your cousin's mating ceremony."
For a brief moment Gohan showed rare wholesome happiness. His eyes sparkled and his lips were curled up into a large, broad smile. He resembled a young child receiving the greatest gift on Christmas. "My father…he's coming back?"
Videl stared a Gohan with a small smile at his happiness, but she didn't get what the big deal was. So what if his dad was returning? It wasn't like he was lost or away for so many years. Videl didn't get it. But it wasn't her fault. She just met the guy. She couldn't possibly know that Goku, Gohan's father, was gone for over seven years. She should ask Krillin about it.
Krillin too smiled at Gohan's happiness. "They should be back in two months and if all goes well," he paused as his baldhead jerked towards Videl, indicating he was talking about her, "all will be good."
Gohan breathed out heavily and got up from his seat. Glancing at Videl he said once or twice, "Let's get you a dress for the party on Saturday. I'm sure mother would celebrate."
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Krillin looked at Videl's bored face, then at the necklace. "Are we done yet?" she asked, feeling timid.
Krillin rolled his eyes at her lack of feminism. "You do you that you'll have to wear it because it'll match your dress."
It was her turn to roll her eyes. She was indeed an impatient with these things, but a smile had broken on her face.
"I know you like it."
Damn. As much as she tried to hide it, she had a weak spot for exotic, expensive looking jewelry. "Okay fine. Let's go. I'm sure 'the master' is waiting for us."
Krillin unhooked the brilliant necklace from her neck and handed it to the clerk. When he paid for the necklace he grabbed the box plus all the other purchases of jewelry, and headed to the door.
"Hey Krillin, what's the deal with Gohan's dad. So what if he's coming back?"
Krillin was so surprised at her question that he stumbled over and tumbled all the boxes into a mounted mess. His mouth was opened, taken back at her disrespect for Goku. "Gohan's father is one of my best friends. He's a great man." He paused, got up and looked straight into Videl's curious eyes. "He defeated Freiza," Krillin explained in a tone that was barely above a whisper.
Videl's eyes widened. After a minute or so in silence, she asked, "So where is he now?" Her voice didn't show any signs that her curiosity had quelled down. In fact, it was the opposite.
"Who knows," Krillin simply replied. "It's been more then seven years when King Vegeta sent Radditz, Gohan's Uncle, and Kakarott or Goku, whatever you want to call him, around the universe, settling deals for Planet Vegeta. Goku, Gohan's father, is the strongest, but he was a nice guy. He could make any deal, treaty—anything for Planet Vegeta."
Videl nodded her head slowly, beginning to understand the situation. "Ah I see. And now he's only returning?"
Krillin nodded and began to pick up the boxes. "Yeah."
Videl knelt down beside him and helped him. "Wait, you said Goku was one of your best friends. Then why are you a limo-copter pilot?"
So many questions. So many answers.
"I had to find some way to watch out for Gohan and his family after Goku left. I know Bardock wouldn't let me be just a bodyguard so I became a—well…you know."
Videl just nodded at his clarification and helped the bald man to his feet. Knowing a bit of Gohan's past made her more sympathetic towards him. Bust as far as she was concerned all the 'nice-ness' that she was showing was mostly an act. He was Mr. Money-Bags and she took the opportunity to get rich easy. However, she wasn't a shallow person. She did like Gohan, but it wasn't nowhere near to the lines of a close friend. Almost nowhere close.
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Videl sat in the back seat of the limo-copter while the two males sat in front. There was a genuine smile plastered on her face as she looked around her surroundings, which were mainly large boxes and gifts bags of merchandise. Gohan had bought her so much clothes, jewelry and whatever else she needed (including weights) in order for them to pull this little stunt off. So far, Videl's impression of Chichi was she was a strict woman that cares deeply for her precious Gohan. As Gohan putted it earlier—"I'm still mom's baby." Was it difficult to get that type of mother to like you? Nah. It wouldn't. Videl was sure of that. Maybe it was her ego and pride that built her confidence over this whole situation. Nothing was gong to ruin it. And whatever it takes Videl will make Gohan's family love her. That was a promise.
"I wonder what she's thinking of," Gohan whispered to Krillin.
Krillin glanced back at her through the mirror. "Yeah, she finally looks happy now."
Videl's eyes met Gohan's in the mirror when he turned his back towards her. Showing a toothy smile she said, "You know what. I think I'm getting the hang of this. I think… maybe… I'm actually having fun now. And I know it's past eleven. For today, it's okay."
Gohan smirked at her. Finding her in a good mood made him content. "Well I hope your confidence doesn't shatter by the weekend. You'll need it."
Now why did he have to say that?
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"Hey Krillin, this is it," Videl exclaimed in the back seat of the limo-copter.
Krillin looked outside and saw a medium sized house. It looked normal but as you looked on the lawn, you would find many gray mini-statues of a human who has a bushy afro on the top of his head. Krillin looked amused as his eyes strayed on each one, finding the poses the human made… pathetically funny.
"You got to be kidding me," Krillin said, looking back at her.
She sighed out loud. "Listen. Gohan gave me the money for the hotel and I can do whatever I feel like doing with it. Even if it means staying here."
Krillin chuckled softly when he looked back at the statues. "Who's the man??"
"My conceited father," Videl said, executing an eye roll. "Don't worry I hate them too. I don't see why my mother didn't destroy them…" she mumbled.
"Why don't you?" Krillin asked.
Videl didn't expect him to hear what she mumbled, but whatever. "Yeah, I did. About a hundred times in fact. My father would but go a tantrum when he woke up the next day to find them broken to bits. I would blame it on the Saiyan children who live around the block."
"Well that's not very nice."
"Well his ugly statues—and face—isn't that nice either, Krillin. Anyways I had fun shopping with you and Gohan today," Videl confessed with a grin that made Krillin shudder. To tell you the truth, Krillin didn't have much fun with her. She was a pain in the bum—but it's not like he had a choice on anything that goes on in the Son household. He was just the driver, a loyal servant.
Videl got out of the vehicle and walk to the side of the house. What Krillin didn't expect to see was her floating to the second level. "What the hell is she doing?" the little man questioned in his cranium. She looked like she was breaking in.
Videl looked down at the ground, slightly worried, then back at Krillin with a smile. She waved at him, indicating for him to leave. When he was finally out of sight, she gripped onto the bars on the window and yanked them to the side. Slowly and cautiously, she tried not to make a sound as she crept through the window. When her foot touched the floor, she was greeted with the lights turned on and a very angry father.
"What time is it?"
Videl stiffened at the angry tone in his voice. When she turned to face him, she stiffened again at the look of his face. "Would you believe me if I said it was only ten?" Videl smeared a pretty smile on her face, hoping it could convince her father.
Unfortunately for Videl, Hercule wasn't that stupid. "Young lady, where have you been? It's past twelve!" His voice boomed through the room, silencing any noise making object or beings, like crickets and birds that were somewhere close or nearby.
"Daddy…" Videl began in a soft voice, "It's none of your business!" she suddenly snapped. When she looked at her father's face, she cringed. It looked like he was ready to explode or perhaps combust.
"Don't you dare give me that attitude!!" he yelled, causing her to move back a bit frantically.
"Well maybe you would know where I go if you were sober more often!" Hercule's daughter retorted with a satisfied smirk on her face.
"I… you… How dare you say something like that!?"
"What? It's true. Ever since those Saiyans came into the wrestling business, you've been grouchy and drunk all day! You're lucky mom isn't here to see it right now!"
"Actually you're the lucky one missy! If your mother was here, you would have been home two hours ago!"
"And who's the one that chased her all the way to Vegeta-sei?!" Videl yelled, breathing heavily as if she just ran a marathon.
Silence filled the air. Hercule and Videl gave each other a deathly glare.
Knowing that her father wouldn't say anything else, Videl said, "I'm going to my room," bitterly, doing a good job ignoring her father's sour stare.
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To be continued
Next chapter: Untitled
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Gah. School starts tomorrow [Tuesday] (yeah yeah, even if I'm smart, I still hate school). And I have to wake up early. I'm not a morning person either. Gah. I'm dreading it just like the next kid. Make my day—or week—better by giving me reviews?
Thanks for reading, and I thank those who had generously given me reviews for the last chapter. The only other thing I'm looking forward for is Friday. I can't believe YTV is airing INUYASHA! OH THERE IS A GOD! The only problem with that is I'm 120 episodes ahead from downloading. I also hope that they don't edit many things… -___-
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