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The Young and the Mate-lessWritten by the somewhat infamous Goku's Daughter
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A little less than a month passed. Considerably a lot happened since then for Videl while she 'stayed' at Chichi's house. For instance, she grew closer to the whole family. At times she even lightened up the once hostile Gohan by paying attention to him. Who would have known that Gohan is fond of violent yet romantic movies? Videl, in fact, learned more about him than anyone else in the household, bearing in mind she did spend a lot of time with him. They both had a fetish for late night movies and buttery, cheesy popcorn. With each Friday night that had passed, they, and occasionally Goten, would bunk over at Gohan's apartment and watch action movies until one of them (or two if Goten was around) would fall asleep. The last man remaining, who is usually Gohan, would cover the other(s) with a blanket, and take off the movie before going off to bed. Often at times, he would watch out of the rest of the movie and even sleep with his friend and brother on the ground.
Videl was also proud to know that she had brought the inner shopping side of Gohan out. Though she only shopped for things needed, like food, she encouraged Gohan to spend more extravagantly on himself. She told him countless of times that he had the money and deserved it. It appears like she was persuasive. Gohan ended up buying a motorbike. Videl didn't see the point of it—since he did own more superior automobiles. But Gohan (and Goten) was happy… so she couldn't argue with them. Though in a way, she was happy he did buy it. When Gohan got the hand of riding the bike (which was pretty quick) he took her out for a ride. Videl adored the rushing wind blowing through her hair. She even trusted Goten with her safety (and life) on the bike.
Saturdays was always a fun day. Videl forced Gohan to take her out (and usually the whole family) to dine out at restaurants. Fondly, she remembered one time she was dressed in a sleek, black, cocktail gown. Her hair was tied up sophistically while she kept the makeup down to a minimum. Videl loved the way Gohan was looking at her. At first it frightened her—the way in which his eyes sparkled—as if it showed that he wanted to eat her. She wasn't a piece of meat! Then again Gohan is a Saiyan, she reminded herself. It worried Videl for a moment because while all of this, Gohan never came onto her. She never saw a man so obedient to his word. Or maybe she was thinking too much. At times however, the thought overly concerned her. Wasn't Videl desirable? She didn't want Gohan to fall for her—the point was to give him what he needed. And maybe he needed more than a friend to be happy. Goten had told her about Gohan's last lover, Lime, and told her confidentially that Gohan was deeply in love with her. Videl pitied the Saiyan.
So in an attempt to quell Gohan's pain, Videl spent more time with him than originally expected. She did not follow him like a dog, just tried to deeply tangle herself in his life—whether it was in the training room or engaging him in pleasant activities such as playing soccer. And while all this, she never realized that there were feelings inside of her growing for him.
It was a pity that it would have to end because soon it was Videl's last night of the job.
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After Rita and Zargo's mating ceremony, it was the party and celebration portion. This piece was adapted and influenced from human's wedding receptions. The couple looked so happy and in love that it had spread to everyone.
"Is it just me, or is it too happy here?" Videl heard a man say in the dancing crowd.
"No. I think it's just a sex aura coming off Rita," another, younger man replied. He received a smack in his head by his mother.
Videl smiled softly. She wore a custom Saiyan robe. It was a lighter blue, a blue that matched brilliantly with her eyes. The top part was intentionally tight, while the bottom flared off. It was always fun to dance in them. They gave freedom and it looked great on her. The best part of it was if Videl needed to fight, all she had to do was rip off the bottom half of the outfit, and voila! Videl always wore a pair of spandex shorts underneath, just for in case emergencies.
As Videl was dancing in the crowd, Gohan stood by a pillar, away from the dance floor. In such occasions he always found himself drinking. It wasn't hardcore vodka that it'll make him a drunkard (which takes a long time to cause such effects on a Saiyan), it was just he didn't have anything better to do. Dancing was never his thing, he thought. When Lime was around, he did try for her. Slow dancing was the only thing that he would tolerate. Suddenly a slight ache came across his heart at the thought of Lime. But when Gohan's eyes laid on the dancing Videl, surprisingly the pain quelled down. Gohan looked a bit confused and flustered. Immediately, he went to get another glass of wine.
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Bardock sat on a chair and watched. Who would have thought that Saiyans liked to dance? Who would have thought Saiyans sang and produced music? For a moment he cursed these humans that inspired some Saiyan people. Bardock had never been a fan of these arts—never experienced the joys of dancing. Then he saw Videl approaching… and wondered what she was up to. When the fast beat music faded, replaced by a slow song, Bardock groaned. He hated and terribly despised these. And when he saw Videl's outstretched hand, he groaned again. "I don't dance."
Videl frowned. "Well I'm asking. Bardock, will you dance with me?"
Bardock's frowned deepened. "Like I said, I don't dance."
The half Saiyan tried to smile. "You and Gohan are too alike."
The scar-faced man's frown disappeared. "Well he is my grandson. And why aren't you dancing with him?" He was trying to change the subject
She crossed her arms under her breasts, slightly cradling them. "Well because I thought it'd be easier to make you dance. Come on Bardock! Please! Even Radditz is dancing." she explained and pleaded.
Bardock looked up at her face and tried to say no. As much as he tried, he couldn't say it. Damn. Mentally, he cursed that he allowed her to be of significance to him. The Saiyan slowly strained to get up. "Fine." Or maybe, Bardock hated these things because he never learned how to enjoy it. Maybe.
Videl made a wide grin putting Bardock's hands by her waist. "You'll see dancing isn't bad and evil like some Saiyans think. In ways, it better than fighting." At that remark, she expected him to "humph," and he did.
Gohan was back, at his original position, at the white pillar support (which serve for decoration purposes) of the building. He almost choked on his wine when he saw his grandfather slow dancing. The Saiyan quickly shut his eyes tight, and then opened them to see if he was seeing correctly. "Shit, grandfather," Gohan mumbled. When he saw who forced him to dance, he was only half surprised. The Saiyan should have known that it was Videl's doing. She could be a very forceful and persuasive vixen when she wanted to be. Gohan didn't know why he felt a little twinge inside. Jealousy? No, it couldn't be. It was his grandfather! But the way they swayed side to side together suggested that they… loved each other…? No. It was the alcohol making him think this way. Gohan went to get another glass of wine—no screw that—let's get a shot of vodka instead.
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Chichi had finished walking around, greeting and exchanging pleasantries. She made her way to round table that was mainly occupied by middle-aged women. She sat in one of the empty chairs and took a sip of her wine. "So having fun?" she asked, expecting a delightful answer.
One of the ladies smiled and said what Chichi wanted to hear. "It's faboulous Chichi!"
Chichi smiled at the comment. "Thanks. It's too bad that Goku isn't back yet…" Chichi said in a low voice.
The Saiyan on her left spoke, attempting to cheer her friend up. "Don't worry; it's almost a full month. He only has a couple of days."
Chichi forced a smile and looked around at her group of friends and acquaintances.
"Hey have you any of you heard about the ecstasy intake at some clubs?" one of the females brought up for conversation.
"What's ecstasy?" one of the Saiyan female asked.
"It's a drug that gives two opposite effects. Stimulation and relaxation."
"Yeah. What about it?"
"Have you seen how those human teenagers were acting when the cameras caught them? I was just thinking, what if you give that to a Saiyan? Full blooded Saiyan?"
All of them looked surprised, which washed to slight amusement before it settled to horror of that thought and mental picture. Saiyans already lived without fears. How can you go beyond that? And that was only one of the effects… "Shit," three of the women said at once.
"Shit is right…"
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Bardock looked at Gohan from over Videl's shoulder. He slightly smiled, breaking the dance with Videl. She was about to protest if he hadn't put a finger to her lips, silencing her. He took her hand and dragged her over to a pillar—to Gohan—and put her hand into his grandson's. "You two should be together," he said, smirking evilly before going off to drink.
Gohan looked down at Videl, feeling his face get hot. Why was he feeling like this now? It wasn't just his face now. It was hot everywhere. Very soon, his breath became shorter.
Videl breathed heavily while she used one hand as a fan to create breeze. Yes, it wasn't just Gohan who was feeling this way. Why was she feeling like this now? The mood and setting could be a probable answer. Or it was just one of those things that you can't control.
Yes, like those feelings that just happen. [1]
Videl made an attempt to cover it up. "So Gohan, you think we can get fresh air?"
He gave her a dazzling smile that almost melted her (considering she was burning before). "Yeah, I say that's a good idea," Gohan replied gratefully.
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In silence, Videl and Gohan walked outside in the cool air, beside each other, looking for a good place to sit down. When they found a park bench, they didn't rush to take a seat. It was peaceful—just the two of them walking side by side. Even though they didn't say anything to each other, it was still comfortable and even comforting. You know what they say: true friendship comes when silence between two people is comfortable.
At last Gohan sat down beside Videl. They both smiled at each other and gazed up at the stars. Videl shivered from the sudden chilly breeze. Being a gentleman, Gohan took of his blazer and put it on Videl.
"Videl, can I ask you something?" Gohan asked in a curious voice.
The half Saiyan looked back at him, smile vanishing. "Sure."
Gohan looked directly in her blue orbs. "Why don't you have a mate?"
Her initial reaction was one of those pitiful smiles. It was impossible for her to blush. "If I told you that I'm waiting to fall in love, would you believe me?"
The Saiyan saw her facial expression and by now he could almost see through her. "No, I wouldn't." He tried not to laugh.
The female sternly smiled and looked at the ground. "Damn." When she looked back at Gohan, she saw his blank face. "Alright. I'll tell you my pathetic 'love' story. It was around when I turned eighteen…"
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Flashback
A younger Hercule looked at his Saiyan wife, content. "I hope Videl likes this guy," he said, sounding slightly nervous.
Videl's mother, named Varie, smiled and took Hercule's hand in hers. "I don't really like setting her up like this. Like I mean, I feel guilty for not obliging with my parents." She was referring how she ran away to wed with Hercule. "Of course they didn't want me to mate with a human—so the least I can do is get Videl with someone Saiyan."
Hercule understood and agreed for his wife's sake. Then they heard a knock on the door. Hercule immediately opened it and found a Saiyan man, around the age of twenty-five. He had really bulky muscles, probably even bigger if he didn't wear the Saiyan armour. He looked like a warrior. Not one of those respectful, seldom ones—more like those playful, unhonourable fighters. After he greeted Hercule and Varie, he took a seat and helped himself to the food on the coffee table, as if he was at home.
Varie softly smiled and called on Videl. The bulky Saiyan made sure to look up to see who his future mate would be.
Videl took ten minutes to gather her courage. She wore a blue silky cocktail gown, intentionally not wanting to wear traditional Saiyan clothing. The man didn't seem to mind, though. The way he lick his lips, like Videl was some sex toy, made Videl's anger lace with some sickness. She tried to open her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The man took it as a compliment. It wasn't.
Varie touched Videl's arm softly. "This is Big Rex."
Videl tried to keep a pleasant, straight face as she listened. 'Big Rex, huh, go figure,' the blue-eyed vixen thought silently. Still she didn't say anything to the man, continuing to bore her eyes through him. Again, he misjudged her bitter expression as a compliment. And again, it wasn't.
Varie didn't take much notice to her daughter's acid mood and continued on. "You wouldn't guess what he does. He's a wrestler."
Immediately flashes of him in tights came to mind and Videl cringed. Three times. Each was in different manners—one to the left, one to the right, and one that caused her to fall backwards. Then she saw him victorious with arms up and a title around his waist. Videl tried not to show her shock. She figured why her father has agreed to this. Since Hercule was now one of the weakest wrestlers in the federation, he needed a strong offspring in the business; even if it meant using his daughter to get a powerful Saiyan son-in-law. Videl felt weak in the knees as the betrayal froze her. She instantly took a seat across him and continued to stare at him.
Big Rex grinned at her.
Videl close her eyes and fell back on the sofa, starting to laugh hysterically. Hercule looked upset at her rude action. Varie tried to calm her daughter down. And Big Rex looked confused and slightly offended.
Videl did try to calm down but it was too funny. She looked at her mother, then her father, giving each of her parents' stern looks. "You actually want me to marry this oaf?" she asked loudly, not believing what she was supposed to do. "Look at him!" she screamed. When her parents gave her a blank yet angry look, Videl just continued to laugh…
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Videl laughed with Gohan. "Yeah, I couldn't stand him. He was so big and stupid. I can't stand dumb guys."
Gohan pretended to look hurt. "I never knew it painful to be around me."
Videl punched him lightly in the arm. "You're not stupid, Gohan. You're probably the smartest guy that I ever met, considering human and Saiyan men are mostly dumbasses."
Gohan leaned back and looked up at the sky. "Maybe you were just looking in the wrong places."
The female sighed and got up. "Perhaps," she said, waving up at Gohan, which indicated for him to walk with her.
When he was by her side, Videl said softly, "Maybe I don't need to look any farther."
The Saiyan's smile faded, not sure what she meant. As they neared the parking lot, Videl slowly turned to face him. "I guess our contract ends tonight."
Gohan nodded slowly, feeling a little twinge of disappointment inside of him. Surprisingly his whole scheme was fun (and a success), pretending to have a girlfriend and being around Videl. "Yeah, I guess it does. What are you going to do after this?" he asked in a nonchalant manner. He had enough experience in public high school to stop himself from feeling nervous from these simple questions and situations.
Videl looked down and frowned. When she did look at Gohan, she shook her head. "I don't know. Why all that money you paid me I might go on a vacation or something."
Suddenly it became awkward for Gohan. It was there was something that was going to happen—that he could control. But he didn't know what. Was it her leaving him entirely? "You know you're always welcome at mother's home and my apartment. I'll still like to hang out with you," Gohan quickly blurted out.
Videl nodded slowly and her smile shrank. "Yeah. I'd like that." She was beginning to feel the tension between them, and she didn't like that. In an attempt to extinguish it, she said, "I think we should go back inside. What if your mom worries…?" She looked down at the ground, walking past Gohan.
The Saiyan instinctively grabbed hold of her hand and pulled her back, hard. When she looked up at him, confused, he gave her a long stare. She did the same, except her mouth was partially opened in some uncertainty.
Gohan held onto her shoulders roughly, digging his fingers in slighting. Slowly he brought her closer and closer to him. As he stared at her, he was beginning to see what was beside him all this time: a potential lover.
At this revelation, he immediately crashed his lips down on to hers, tasting her with mounting passion. She didn't moan against his lips, just continued to kiss back with equal craze. She saw it coming.
Their kiss was like an eruption from their building feelings for each other. It wasn't the type when you finally had something that you wanted. It was more like you found something and you just realized how special it is; never wanting or intending to let it go. It was the mother of all kisses.
Gohan pulled away temporarily, breathless. "I say we screw that contract," Gohan whispered against her lips.
"Yes," she said a little louder, wide eye from what they were doing. "I agree."
And they kissed again. Except this time, they weren't faking that they were a couple.
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Meanwhile, Goten and Bardock sat inside their elevated stretched limo. Both of them sat on one side, looking out of the window. Pushing against his grandfather, Goten's jaw hung down. "Shit. That's one fricken long kiss."
Bardock smirked and closed the window with a push of a button. "Goten, you shouldn't spy on your brother," he said calmly, in a fatherly tone.
Goten moved back to his seat and crossed his arms. "Well excuse me. You're the one who suggested that we look for them in the first place."
"For their safety," Bardock explained, trying to keep a neutral face.
"What an excuse grandpa," Goten said, grinning. "I know you still want to see them!"
Bardock shook his head slowly, disappointed at his grandchild's antics.
Still grinning, Goten laughed. "Come on, let me open the window!"
The scar faced man stared at his youngest grandson, slightly annoyed and amused. "Don't make me break your camera," was his threat.
Crossing his arms, Goten frowned and made a small "humph." He couldn't argue with that.
So his brother kissed Videl. So what?
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[1] Anyone recognize where I got that line from? Hint hint. Pretty lame of me, but I couldn't help it because it's so true!
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This is the last chapter in a while. I'm not sure how long it'll take for my dad to hook up the computer, but I'll try to excessively bother him to do so. Keep on checking on my blog for any information/updates. I have time at lunch to update in there and I'll try to keep everyone posted. [My blog is on my site. If you're too lazy to go there, it's triple 'w' dot ashalita dot blogspot dot com. I would type it out, but then the chapter would be messed up.]
So other than that… I'm finally on the last (thirteenth) chapter of the story (yay!). Hopefully I can finish (or at least start it) before I move. Then all of my time and energy would be spent on Sinful and other one-shots that'll just pop into my pretty head.
Reviews and feedback (and maybe harassment for me to update soon) are always appreciated (make me surprised and special—and motivate me to unpack). It's soo hard to pack—it'll be a pain in the arse to unpack. Watch I have boxes in my room for like two years before I put everything away.
So yeah, I don't know why people like this story so much, but okay. I'll try not to disappoint you guys. *sniff and wipes tear* You mean so much to me! ^-^ Kiss kiss.
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