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The Young and the Mate-lessWritten by the somewhat infamous Goku's Daughter
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With an uncertain smile on her face, Chichi nervously paced in the living room of her house. Her fingers fidgeted, lacing together and then untangling so many times that her hands soon became tired. Once she refrained from fidgeting, she inhaled and exhaled deeply from this overwhelming excitement of a dream coming true.
Bardock sat on a couch, able to contain himself. His son was actually coming back! It's been many years, and strangely, the love that he had for him never died or withered. The Saiyan was calm, but he was excited, excited enough that his heart had started race… only a bit.
Raditz and his daughter, along with her mate, Zargo, stood on the side of the room. Though Raditz was stuck with his brother for many years, he started to miss him. For a moment there, the long haired man cursed this bond that he and Kakarott had built without his consent.
Rita too had missed Uncle Kakrott, a man that she was fond of. She remembered his kindness very well. Maybe that's why she was so close and fond of Gohan. She could really see her cousin in her uncle.
Gohan walked in with Videl, linked arm in arm. There was this certain glow of extra happiness residing in him. Everyone, especially Videl, could see it. At first, it was obvious that his happiness came from Videl and their union, but now… Gohan could just explode with mounting joy. A grin was stretched ear to ear on his face as his dark eyes twinkled. His mother saw it, and her joy only increased. How she longed to see his son happy since Lime died.
So in the household everyone, including Krillin, was happy… It was too bad no one noticed Goten's sulky mood…
Goten, unlike everyone else in his family, was not as ecstatic. Sure he was glad to meet his father—a father that he never knew—but what was the big deal? They were acting like his father was God! He was a Saiyan! Was he really that great and nice? Goten's dark thoughts were from his uncertainties and nervousness of meeting his father for the first time. Would his father like him? Be proud of him? Goten forced a smiled as his mother gazed at him. He felt like he was going to crack at any moment.
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Soon came three repeated hard knocks at the door. Hastily, everyone turned to where they heard the sound. The group of people held in their breath until they heard a joyful scream from Krillin at the door.
"Goku, you're back!"
Chichi was the first to run to her husband in the hallway. Everyone else stayed in the living room.
In mere minutes, Chichi returned, holding onto Goku arm. He looked the same; the jovial, happy man that had left many years ago. Gohan was the second to stand and he almost ran to his father. When they stood face-to-face, Goku's grin widened.
"Gohan," he whispered. Goku cocked his head to the side slightly while he studied his grown son. His smile softened in amazement. "Wow, you grew so much." He opened his arms and brought Gohan in his embrace.
Gohan was half shocked but then again, he never met or known another man quite like his father. "Dad," he started, not continuing his sentence until he was released, "Welcome back!"
Then Gohan's cousin ran to Goku, also happy. Bardock was next, and everyone in that house could tell that the scar-faced man was more than pleased. He wasn't soft enough to offer his son a welcoming hug, only giving one of those grinning smiles. It was good enough for Goku.
Chichi felt the tears leaking from her eyes. Gosh, she didn't know what could make her happier! "Um… Goku. There are two other people I'd like you to meet…" Gohan, Rita, Bardock and Zargo moved to the side, and there was Videl and Goten sitting on a loveseat sofa. "The female is Videl, Gohan's future mate."
At the sound of her voice, Videl got up and gave Goku a welcome back present in the form of a hug. This was, after all, Gohan's father. She had to be nice, respectful, and courteous to the family. Plus, Chichi addressed her Gohan's future mate. It doesn't make her less family… if Videl dared to think that far. The half Saiyan moved to the side, more accurately by Gohan's side, and held in her breath. She looked at Goten and was concerned. Videl was good at reading people's emotions.
"And that handsome boy," Chichi started, grinning, "Is your second son, Goten."
This was the first time that Goku had a chance to meet this son. Of course he had heard about him, but being stuck, sometimes stranded in the universe, made difficult finding your way back home. But nonetheless, Goku was glad to be back. Weakly, Kakarott smiled at Goten.
Goten got up slowly, not grinning as much as his older brother. A smile was there, but it was more forced than anything. Nervously, the half Saiyan walked toward his parents. "Hi," was all he said, before looking at Gohan and then Videl for reassurance.
Gohan had that same smile that didn't help much. One could say, he was blinded by happiness.
Videl gave him the nod—a thorough, unmistakable nod that reassured him.
Goku was definitely happy to meet his son, but was reluctant to hug him. What if his son was rebellious and hated him? The Saiyan cringed at this thought. "Hello Goten."
Goten glanced at Chichi and worry sparked in his eyes. He certainly didn't want to make his mother unhappy. The teen was not used to her tongue lashing like his older brother. Tentatively, the half Saiyan opened his mouth and said, "So you're my dad, huh?" The tension was growing.
Goku nodded. He too felt the tension increasing, becoming thicker and thicker like a puff of ash-like smoke. "Yeah. And if you're anything of my blood, I can see you're a fighter…" He honestly did not know what else to say.
Goten slowly smiled. Now there was a thought. "Yeah, Grandpa taught me almost everything."
Goku eyed Bardock, who only looked uninterested. "Is that so? And Gohan wasn't the one—"
"Hey! Don't make me sound like the bad guy. I was the one working, remember?" Gohan said defensively but was still grinning playfully.
There was a smirk on Goku's lip. Something was up and when Raditz came in and saw it, he too started to grin. "How about we have a friendly fight in… where ever you guys train. Last man standing wins!" All of the men's eyes lit up.
"And what do you get if you win?" Zargo asked, interested in a bargain.
Goku opened his mouth to reply but Raditz interjected. "Anything you want."
Zargo lifted an eyebrow. "Even a bachelor's party?"
Rita scowled. "I already said you could have one… next week."
"So? It's a great night to party. What better way then to spend the night with strippers?"
Raditz's daughter did an eye roll. "Uh, I think it's kind of rude to have one tonight, especially when uncle came back. But if you insist, then I think I'm going to play. I will stop you from winning."
Goten snorted. Raditz just shook his head.
"Hey, I say we get started now. The night is young and I feel like whooping Rita's a—er—butt!" Goten exclaimed, heading to the training room.
Rita glared at her younger cousin and followed him. Goku obviously saw her eye twitch madly which made him ask, "Do they fight much?"
Everyone nodded meekly and said, "Yes."
"Does she know how to fight?" Goku asked again, getting more curious.
Raditz immediately glared at Bardock to suggest it was his father's fault.
"What? I'm not responsible that she's human-washed and preferred to 'chill' with friends!" Bardock snapped before Raditz had a chance to say anything.
Goku scratched his head. "Well, shouldn't you go and protect your daughter?"
Raditz almost snickered. "I'm not her mate."
Zargo groaned and immediately left to catch up with Rita. Raditz and Bardock followed, cracking their knuckles similar manner.
"And are you going to fight Gohan?" Goku asked with an overjoyed grin on his face. He expected that his son continued to train after all these years.
Everyone who was left in the living room turned to Gohan. He just shrugged. "Sure, why not…" His dad was back. Getting beaten up was the last thing on his mind.
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From a far, Rita looked at her husband with some sort of disgust.
"I can't believe you're letting him do this!" a girl, a friend, exclaimed to her from behind.
Rita's crooked smile only sharpened in some sort of smirk, while her arms crossed. "Well I did promise him. Plus I felt bad when my dad beat him up last week." She looked back at her friend, then at all the other young ladies around her. "And besides I'm here. I'll make sure he won't try anything funny."
Videl smiled at her, amused. She wore a red skirt with a white sleeveless blouse. It wasn't too casual for a strip club.
Just then a waitress, who didn't wear much, handed them their drinks. She wagged her butt a little at the men who were starring before winking and going off to the bar. All of the girls snorted at her before sitting down. They certainly weren't at the front of the dance area—just far enough to see if any of their men were up to naughty things.
And Videl still had a smile on her face. Being here wasn't uncomfortable—and worry hadn't plagued her. For the first time in her life, she trusted someone… Gohan…
Suddenly, she coughed up on her drink, slightly choking, when that thought streaked her mind. All of the girls stared at her erratic behaviour and questioned if she was all right. Videl quickly assured them and made up some excuse that she had to go to the bathroom.
The blue-eyed female walked down three steps to the main level of the establishment. Looking down at her blouse, she walked quickly in the direction to the bathroom until something hit her hard to the floor.
Videl mumbled a set of Saiyan curses, trying to get herself back on her feet, and give whoever knocked her down a piece of her mind. As she got up and looked up, she opened her mouth to speak at this stranger.
"Videl?" the man said before she could say anything. He wore black casual pants and a black flaming shirt to match. His neck was a holder of many gold chains. His fashion had somewhat matched his appearance. Gel styled his brownish hair outwards. His ear was also pierced with a large rock occupying the hole. Even if the man had spoken her name, Videl had no idea who this man was.
The half Saiyan glared at him oddly. He was almost tall as Gohan with a set of dark eyes that looked awfully lecherous. "Who are you?" she asked slowly, unkindly.
"Videl," the man exclaimed a little louder. It was now definite that he knew who she was—while she was left in the dark. He immediately grabbed her elbow. "I can't believe you don't remember me…"
Videl tried to yank free from his ungentle hold but he was relentless.
"Man, don't you remember our night in the hotel."
Her blue eyes narrowed at him, trying to figure out what he was talking about.
A bitter, "Let go of me," finally came out of her mouth as courage grew. She pulled her elbow back, but the man just caught it again. This male, a Saiyan by the tail, was certainly powerful but that didn't stop Videl from struggling. Then all of a sudden the Saiyan fell to the floor, and now angered. Videl's gaze shifted from the fallen man to her saviour… Gohan. Now Gohan looked infuriated as he held his fists up, ready to box this stranger to defend his girlfriend.
Videl saw it and was only half relieved. Slowly, Videl snaked her way out of the man's grasp and stared at him with unbelief. As slow as she got up, she stepped away with her mouth opened.
The stranger was still conscious. He ignored Gohan for a moment and stared at Videl's retreating figure. "I see you have another costumer for tonight. Call me if you're available tomorrow. You give a good fu—k" He couldn't finish the sentence when Gohan sent another hard punch in the man's face, hoping to break the nose.
Videl stared at the man, feeling the tears well up in her lowered lashes. Immediately she fleeted outside—away from him, the erotic music—and everything else. And as she ran, she heard him say, "Come back here you f—king whore! I'm not done with you yet!"
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With great concern Gohan walked in the alleyway that was behind the club. As he felt, Videl was there, and she didn't look happy at all. There were no tears, just sorrow that engulfed her spirit. When he was in her view, he saw her small smile. Unfortunately, he couldn't return it.
When Gohan stood face to face to Videl, she immediately threw her arms around him. "Thank you," she whispered. She couldn't feel his hands on her back, sides—or anywhere. Videl let go and let the confusion show in her eyes. He was almost lifeless and that only made her ache further.
"Is it true?" Gohan whispered after a small moment of silence.
Videl flinched back against the wall, hesitant to answer. With her breath caught in her throat, she opened her mouth to reply, but nothing, not even air came out. Soon her mouth closed and the breathing through her nostrils increased at a more rapid pace. Suddenly in doubt and in question, she felt somewhat betrayed by Gohan. It was only natural.
Gohan was feeling worse. It was the second time she withheld the truth to him. Okay, maybe not the second time, but on a delicate subject, yes. But the Saiyan knew better. He knew he shouldn't allow himself to draw to conclusions so quickly. He'd have to hear it from her.
"Is it true?" he repeated again. He avoided using the terms whore or prostitute.
She swallowed hard. "Does it matter?" Videl replied with a question. If he truly loved her, would it matter what she was? As the passing wind came by, it swayed her hair and apparel to the side. It didn't calm either of them down. In fact, it only increased the tension.
The Saiyan froze. Did it matter? Did he truly love her? Gohan opened his mouth to say something, to explain. Either way, it would leave him unsatisfied. He had to know. It did matter. Quickly he closed his mouth, not trusting his voice. Some sort of anger resided him as he nodded a 'yes'.
Videl swallowed hard again. She tilted her head to the side, somewhat ashamed from not saying anything. Her fingers curled up while she refused to give him a verbal answer, eye contact, or physical contact.
And then he knew. Gohan had gotten his answer.
Without another word, he walked away from her. The Saiyan definitely didn't trust what he would do to her—say to her next—but he was certain, he couldn't handle her anymore. He couldn't handle Videl anymore…
Yes. He walked away from her.
Walked away from her…
Walked away from her forever…
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¸¸.·´¨`¤ GD's end of the chapter remarks ¤´¨`·.¸
I really like this chapter. It's so… evil. Heh heh. Anywho, there are two chapters left. I never completed the last chapter though. . So ANYTHING could happen in the end. Plus, it is quite difficult to work on this when I'm focused to do as much as I can on Sinful, which I must remind you guys to CHECK IT OUT if you haven't already! Because you know, after this story, what else are you guys going to read? Tee hee. And so far all of the chapters that I completed are quite long (over 15 pages at least). Sooooooo yeeeaaahh, R&R it for my sanity please? And if you guys don't *thinks of a threat*, I will assume no one reads this Author's Note and never update again… or well… for a while at least. *laughs like Kodachi in Ranma 1/2*
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