Disclaimer: see part one.
Note: my apologies for the delay. This week was a very enlightening week: involved much partying, beer drinking, women ogling, and, as per usual, work. Oh, and with today being Thanksgiving (for us Americans that is), I decided to hold this off even more until after everything was done. Speaking of which, Happy Thanksgiving to all you Americans reading this, Happy Belated Thanksgiving to all you Canadians reading this, and to everyone else who isn't enjoying this holiday season, you can sit back and understand why half of us in this country is so frigging obese.
Note again: Part Twelve will be the final part for this chapter. Yes, that should come out on time next Wednesday at midnight. I won't be this lax for a while.
Pre-reads were completed by PsYChO, though there is a chance that we both skipped over some. I'll get them in the eventual DCE.
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Parallel and Perpendicular
A romance/fiction story by ShaggyDiz
Chapter One: You May Think You Hate Me
Part Eleven: Demon Hunting
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Begin Part Eleven
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Well, the damage to your ear wasn't as bad as it seemed, though a decent chunk of it did get blown off. This was what the doctor told her as he was putting the finishing touches to Videl's ear. He had taken the shredded parts and smoothed them out as best as possible before stitching them together. All in all, she had only lost twenty percent of her ear, and both were confused as to why her eardrum didn't explode at the close sounding eruption of the gun.
I'm going to cover this with some gauze patches for now, to prevent even further infection. This needs to be replaced once a day, after you shower. The stitching will hold under water, so don't worry about that.
Anything else? Videl asked him evenly. She was starting to not like sitting in the hospital for so long.
Come back next week. I'll have supplies then to reconstruct the damaged portion. He studied her face for a second, checking for any other sort of damage. I'm going to have to ask you to also get a haircut.
The look she gave him could have killed even the strongest of men.
Why do I have to explain everything? he muttered to himself, slapping his hand to his face. It had been a long day for him (getting up at four in the morning for three different same day surgeries can do that to a person), and while he didn't personally see to any part of the police chief's surgery, he was greatly affected personally, much like everyone else in and around the hospital. All he wanted was to go home, and he would be soon enough, seeing that it was now almost twelve o'clock (fixing Videl's hand took somewhat longer than expected).
Videl, listen to me. If you want your ear to heal properly, it has to be clear of anything that could possibly infect it, including your hair.
She still looked at him with a murderous glare.
You'll also notice that you're missing hair from the bullet that passed through it.
For a moment, Videl kept her glare going. She softened though, looking down on the floor while reaching her good hand to her ear and hair. She whispered something, though it was so low that it hardly reached her ears.
What was that? the doctor asked, seeing her lips moving with the barest of sounds coming from it.
Why couldn't he just kill him?
What? Kill who Videl?
She looked up, realizing he had heard her. I don't know. The person that saved me I know him he didn't kill that gang leader. She pushed herself off the bed onto her feet, wincing slightly from the pain in her bandaged hand. He said something about him not deserving to die.
person, whoever he may be, is actually right. She looked at the doctor, wondering if he grown a third and fourth head. I don't want to sound preachy, but you have to realize that, no matter the cause, no one has the right to take another's life. Everyone has the right to life, even if it is for hundreds of years behind bars.
No one deserves what the chief got though. I would have kill the bastard myself if if -
If what? he asked, cutting her off.
If I were only strong enough She trailed off, though she knew that she had said what she said. It was something that she really didn't want to admit.
I see. He opened the door, letting Videl step out first. She didn't bother looking up as she walked down the hall, content in letting the doctor lead the way. It was the first time that ever admitted something like that, to herself or anyone else. She hated the way it sounded coming out of her lips, and she hated the way she felt right now.
Videl got led to a seat by the main desk, waiting there while the doctor went behind it. He came around a few minutes later, carrying with him a clipboard. Standard release forms Videl. I just need you to sign on the dotted lines.
Anything I'm not allowed to do? she asked as she signed the sheets. She was having some difficulty with using her injured hand to write on it.
You're right hand is useless for the next few days, so don't do anything to aggravate that. You damaged a few minor nerves with that stunt, and I want those to heal without further use. He grabbed the pen out of her hand, sticking it in her left. You can write with your left hand, can you?
She started filling out the rest of the sheets using her left hand, surprisingly writing just as good with it as her other one.
He stood up as she finished with the documents. I'll give you some pain killers for the hand, just in case there is any lingering effect from the damage.
Then I'm good to go?
For the most part. The only thing I would ask you to do – though I doubt you would listen to me – is to not fight crime at all. He raised a hand up, ending any protest she was about to start with. Not for the next few days at least. I'm serious about that hand. If you don't let it heal properly, you probably won't be able to make a proper fist with it ever again.
I can use my feet quite well though, she countered.
You can, but I don't want you to go out there and accidentally have to use that hand of yours. Doctor's orders, all right?
He nodded. I know what you're thinking right now, the doctor spoke; dropping his voice enough so only Videl can hear it. just don't do any irrational.
So what do you want me to do with a police department nearly full of lazy morons? I'm sure they won't do anything to help alleviate this situation.
How about this one person you mentioned earlier? he asked.
I don't trust him. Period.
The doctor slapped his face again. I'm definitely going to need a psychologist at the end of this. To Videl, he said, Look, this is going to sound really clichéd, but you know that now is just as good a time as any to trust someone that could help you out a lot. I'm sure you'll be speaking to him again, correct?
she said, though the doctor didn't pick up on the intended reasons hidden deep within her voice.
Good. Talk to him about doing more rounds during the next few days. That way, if he can stop crime just as much as you can, you'll be able to trust him more easily, and quite possibly have a partner for this thing.
I don't think I want that. She moved over to the desk, getting a nurses attention. Turning her head to the doctor, she gave him one final statement: The chief was my only partner. Now I'm going to work alone.
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Videl sat by the bed for nearly fifteen minutes now, blinking only when she needed to, breathing only when she was required to.
The sight before her nearly made her cry again. The chief had been removed from surgery nearly thirty minutes ago and placed in an isolated recovery room. Two nurses were in the room with him currently, and they had reluctantly allowed Videl to sit by his bedside. They had informed her that he wouldn't be waking up for a while, and that he would be needing at least one more surgery within the next twenty-four hours, but she didn't care.
She just had to see him, even if she couldn't say anything.
Eventually, she had just lost track of time completely, not really caring anymore about what she should be doing. She made a slightly glance up to the clock, noticing that it had turned one o'clock three minutes prior. Videl turned her gaze back to the chief, her face hardening in memory.
I have to go chief, she said, standing up over him. She looked at the nurses in the room, seeing that they were occupied with other things. Leaning in close, she started whispering into his ear.
it was my friend that saved us today. I know I should be thanking him, but I can't. He's been he's
I don't trust him. I don't think I'll ever trust him. I have some things I need to understand, and that's why I'm going to be leaving now. You better be awake the next time I come here I need your guidance more than ever. I need it more than my maid, or even my father they can't give me anything anymore. Briskly, Videl stood up, exiting the room without another sound. She didn't tell the nurses anything, nor did she want to.
She would know when to come back.
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The last five hours for Gohan had been exceedingly slow going. He had expected Videl back at a certain point of time, but so far, all he could do was sweat more bullets. He could end up getting away for a day though, seeing that school was over in less than ninety minutes.
I shouldn't think that though.
Lunch had been the worst for him. He couldn't get away from Erasa in time, and he ended up sitting with her and Sharpener for lunch. On three different occasions during that period did she bring up the whereabouts of Videl, and on those three occasions, Gohan nearly said everything. There was that nagging thought hanging in the back of head though, telling him not to say it.
I still have to explain to Videl first.
He had no clue how she was going to react when they finally talked. In less than two days, he had witnessed a variety of emotions coming from the girl, though most were tilted towards anger. He didn't mind though; it gave the girl her own, unique personality when dealing with certain individuals.
I guess I'm lucky now she hasn't directed any of her angry towards me yet.
Gohan continued on that line of thought, wondering how he would explain things to her. He would continue to hope beyond hope that their confrontation would be avoided today. So lost in his thoughts though, that he never noticed the time passing by him.
He never noticed the spike of anger at one fifty seven – exactly two minutes before last period began – until it was too late.
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Shit! It's almost two o'clock! Videl yelled, finally getting her copter in the air. Though it was closer to one forty five, she still had to get back to school before the classes changed. It would be near impossible to find Gohan in the halls once classes started changing, and she doubted that he would stay behind to talk to her.
He'll end up chickening out if I don't see him.
Why did he show me though?
It was that one lingering thought which stuck out the most in her mind. There was no reason for him to show me what he was. There was no reason for him to be there either.
Of course, she knew she was lying to herself.
I'm just glad Faye was out of the house when I got there. Videl breathed a sigh of relief there, remembering how sneaky she had to be when getting inside and out of the house. She had snuck in through her balcony window, making sure to keep her steps quiet as she crossed the bedroom towards the door. Satisfied that there were no sounds coming from the downstairs area, Videl then made her way to the bathroom, getting to work on fixing herself.
In years before, she had given herself several haircuts (and some to Kagero as well), with all of them turning out just fine. Of course, all of them started with a full set of hair. She had to deal with a hole blasted right through the formally thick banding. Grabbing a pair of scissors, Videl set to work, cropping that side up above her ear and managing it in short, uneven spikes before setting to the other side.
Fifteen minutes later, she had finished, and she had to grin at her work.
Shortest I'd ever gotten it, she said as she finished that particular bit of memory while continuing her flight. She ran her good hand through her shorter, rougher locks, liking what she had done.
By the time she had finished that though, it was one thirty two, and she had still yet to clean up the blood around her ear. She scrubbed around her ear as best she could without touching her ear before completely discarding her ruined clothing. That all together took less than ten minutes, and within the next two minutes, she was up in the air.
It took her seven minutes to cover the distance between her house and the school. Videl opted to land on the roof – she knew it was sturdy enough to hold it for several hours at least – and quickly exited the copter, vaulting towards the stairs without returning her copter into its capsule. She literally flew down four flights of stairs, coming to a near crashing halt on the second floor. Swiftly, she made her way down the hall, glancing up at a clock hung up high on the wall.
One fifty six I guess I could walk the rest of the way.
That would be advisable, Ms. Satan. It was a voice she didn't want to hear.
And the clock just turned one fifty seven.
I don't have time for this Mr. Lou, Videl spoke through her teeth. She continued walking down the hall, ignoring the footsteps following her.
You never returned to class after you left. What did you --
Can it! she shouted, turning and jabbing a finger into his chest. You have no idea what I went through today. My life was thrown through the trash today, and the last thing I need right now is to listen to your sniveling bullshit! With that, Videl turned around, this time completely ignoring any jabs coming her way, though for once, Mr. Lou kept silent. It wasn't the comment she had made, but rather the current state of health that she was in, both physically and mentally.
She reached the door just before it clicked on one fifty eight, and swung it open.
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Shock and awe. Those were the immediate reactions from the student body as soon as they saw Videl enter the room. Mostly everyone immediately saw that her hair was much shorter than before, and that she carried two bandaged wounds with her.
No one noticed where she directed her gaze.
Videl! Are you all right? Mrs. Honeydew cried out as soon as she calmed herself from the outburst.
Just peachy, she muttered, loud enough for only the teacher to hear. I came because I had business to take care of.
The bell rang then, ending the teacher's train of thought on Videl's state and resuming what she had for the students. She quickly gave an assignment out to the exiting students before making leave of the room herself. Videl, I'll talk to you later, okay? she said as she got out of the door.
Videl acknowledged it slightly, never taking her eyes off of the approaching individual. she addressed him as he pulled to a stop in front of her. She was a bit unnerved at how uncannily calm his body was, though a quick glance to his eyes showed her otherwise.
he asked after a bit of hesitation. He really didn't know how to respond there without inciting some sort of angered reaction.
She frowned. After school, meet me at the main stairwell. We're going to the roof.
he nodded. Before he got the chance to leave though, Videl leaned in close.
If you don't show up, I will tell everyone, she whispered.
Don't worry. I'll be there. She looked in Gohan's eyes, looking for any hint of betrayal. She nodded eventually, satisfied. Videl stepped back and turned away, exiting the room without a second glance.
Gohan muttered, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. As he was leaving, he was beginning to wonder why Videl's voice, when she was setting up the bribe, almost sounded desperate.
She really wants to know fine then I'm going to need something in return.
Of course, he didn't know what he wanted in return. He would remember it all clearly before the final hour of school was up. Gym class had its fair share of spiteful teachers as well.
Soon enough though, the final bell rang. Videl was quick to the main floor stairwell (gym class was on the first floor), and waited for a good five minutes before Gohan came along, carrying his bag over his shoulder and a neutral expression on his face. They stood facing each other for a few moments before Videl turned on her heal, beginning the long climb up the stairs to the roof. By now, they were one of the few students still left in the hallways.
The climb was uncomfortably quiet for both of them. Gohan didn't want to risk Videl snapping, and Videl didn't want to snap herself, at least while in the stairwell. The only thing heard between them was the slapping of their shoes on each ascending step.
They came upon the door to the roof, to which Videl opened and stepped out onto.
Time to face the music, they both thought at the same time.
Heh.
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End Part Eleven
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Note: my apologies for the delay. This week was a very enlightening week: involved much partying, beer drinking, women ogling, and, as per usual, work. Oh, and with today being Thanksgiving (for us Americans that is), I decided to hold this off even more until after everything was done. Speaking of which, Happy Thanksgiving to all you Americans reading this, Happy Belated Thanksgiving to all you Canadians reading this, and to everyone else who isn't enjoying this holiday season, you can sit back and understand why half of us in this country is so frigging obese.
Note again: Part Twelve will be the final part for this chapter. Yes, that should come out on time next Wednesday at midnight. I won't be this lax for a while.
Pre-reads were completed by PsYChO, though there is a chance that we both skipped over some. I'll get them in the eventual DCE.
Parallel and Perpendicular
A romance/fiction story by ShaggyDiz
Chapter One: You May Think You Hate Me
Part Eleven: Demon Hunting
* * *
Begin Part Eleven
* * *
I'm going to cover this with some gauze patches for now, to prevent even further infection. This needs to be replaced once a day, after you shower. The stitching will hold under water, so don't worry about that.
Anything else? Videl asked him evenly. She was starting to not like sitting in the hospital for so long.
Come back next week. I'll have supplies then to reconstruct the damaged portion. He studied her face for a second, checking for any other sort of damage. I'm going to have to ask you to also get a haircut.
The look she gave him could have killed even the strongest of men.
Why do I have to explain everything? he muttered to himself, slapping his hand to his face. It had been a long day for him (getting up at four in the morning for three different same day surgeries can do that to a person), and while he didn't personally see to any part of the police chief's surgery, he was greatly affected personally, much like everyone else in and around the hospital. All he wanted was to go home, and he would be soon enough, seeing that it was now almost twelve o'clock (fixing Videl's hand took somewhat longer than expected).
Videl, listen to me. If you want your ear to heal properly, it has to be clear of anything that could possibly infect it, including your hair.
She still looked at him with a murderous glare.
You'll also notice that you're missing hair from the bullet that passed through it.
For a moment, Videl kept her glare going. She softened though, looking down on the floor while reaching her good hand to her ear and hair. She whispered something, though it was so low that it hardly reached her ears.
What was that? the doctor asked, seeing her lips moving with the barest of sounds coming from it.
Why couldn't he just kill him?
What? Kill who Videl?
She looked up, realizing he had heard her. I don't know. The person that saved me I know him he didn't kill that gang leader. She pushed herself off the bed onto her feet, wincing slightly from the pain in her bandaged hand. He said something about him not deserving to die.
person, whoever he may be, is actually right. She looked at the doctor, wondering if he grown a third and fourth head. I don't want to sound preachy, but you have to realize that, no matter the cause, no one has the right to take another's life. Everyone has the right to life, even if it is for hundreds of years behind bars.
No one deserves what the chief got though. I would have kill the bastard myself if if -
If what? he asked, cutting her off.
If I were only strong enough She trailed off, though she knew that she had said what she said. It was something that she really didn't want to admit.
I see. He opened the door, letting Videl step out first. She didn't bother looking up as she walked down the hall, content in letting the doctor lead the way. It was the first time that ever admitted something like that, to herself or anyone else. She hated the way it sounded coming out of her lips, and she hated the way she felt right now.
Videl got led to a seat by the main desk, waiting there while the doctor went behind it. He came around a few minutes later, carrying with him a clipboard. Standard release forms Videl. I just need you to sign on the dotted lines.
Anything I'm not allowed to do? she asked as she signed the sheets. She was having some difficulty with using her injured hand to write on it.
You're right hand is useless for the next few days, so don't do anything to aggravate that. You damaged a few minor nerves with that stunt, and I want those to heal without further use. He grabbed the pen out of her hand, sticking it in her left. You can write with your left hand, can you?
She started filling out the rest of the sheets using her left hand, surprisingly writing just as good with it as her other one.
He stood up as she finished with the documents. I'll give you some pain killers for the hand, just in case there is any lingering effect from the damage.
Then I'm good to go?
For the most part. The only thing I would ask you to do – though I doubt you would listen to me – is to not fight crime at all. He raised a hand up, ending any protest she was about to start with. Not for the next few days at least. I'm serious about that hand. If you don't let it heal properly, you probably won't be able to make a proper fist with it ever again.
I can use my feet quite well though, she countered.
You can, but I don't want you to go out there and accidentally have to use that hand of yours. Doctor's orders, all right?
He nodded. I know what you're thinking right now, the doctor spoke; dropping his voice enough so only Videl can hear it. just don't do any irrational.
So what do you want me to do with a police department nearly full of lazy morons? I'm sure they won't do anything to help alleviate this situation.
How about this one person you mentioned earlier? he asked.
I don't trust him. Period.
The doctor slapped his face again. I'm definitely going to need a psychologist at the end of this. To Videl, he said, Look, this is going to sound really clichéd, but you know that now is just as good a time as any to trust someone that could help you out a lot. I'm sure you'll be speaking to him again, correct?
she said, though the doctor didn't pick up on the intended reasons hidden deep within her voice.
Good. Talk to him about doing more rounds during the next few days. That way, if he can stop crime just as much as you can, you'll be able to trust him more easily, and quite possibly have a partner for this thing.
I don't think I want that. She moved over to the desk, getting a nurses attention. Turning her head to the doctor, she gave him one final statement: The chief was my only partner. Now I'm going to work alone.
The sight before her nearly made her cry again. The chief had been removed from surgery nearly thirty minutes ago and placed in an isolated recovery room. Two nurses were in the room with him currently, and they had reluctantly allowed Videl to sit by his bedside. They had informed her that he wouldn't be waking up for a while, and that he would be needing at least one more surgery within the next twenty-four hours, but she didn't care.
She just had to see him, even if she couldn't say anything.
Eventually, she had just lost track of time completely, not really caring anymore about what she should be doing. She made a slightly glance up to the clock, noticing that it had turned one o'clock three minutes prior. Videl turned her gaze back to the chief, her face hardening in memory.
I have to go chief, she said, standing up over him. She looked at the nurses in the room, seeing that they were occupied with other things. Leaning in close, she started whispering into his ear.
it was my friend that saved us today. I know I should be thanking him, but I can't. He's been he's
I don't trust him. I don't think I'll ever trust him. I have some things I need to understand, and that's why I'm going to be leaving now. You better be awake the next time I come here I need your guidance more than ever. I need it more than my maid, or even my father they can't give me anything anymore. Briskly, Videl stood up, exiting the room without another sound. She didn't tell the nurses anything, nor did she want to.
She would know when to come back.
I shouldn't think that though.
Lunch had been the worst for him. He couldn't get away from Erasa in time, and he ended up sitting with her and Sharpener for lunch. On three different occasions during that period did she bring up the whereabouts of Videl, and on those three occasions, Gohan nearly said everything. There was that nagging thought hanging in the back of head though, telling him not to say it.
I still have to explain to Videl first.
He had no clue how she was going to react when they finally talked. In less than two days, he had witnessed a variety of emotions coming from the girl, though most were tilted towards anger. He didn't mind though; it gave the girl her own, unique personality when dealing with certain individuals.
I guess I'm lucky now she hasn't directed any of her angry towards me yet.
Gohan continued on that line of thought, wondering how he would explain things to her. He would continue to hope beyond hope that their confrontation would be avoided today. So lost in his thoughts though, that he never noticed the time passing by him.
He never noticed the spike of anger at one fifty seven – exactly two minutes before last period began – until it was too late.
He'll end up chickening out if I don't see him.
Why did he show me though?
It was that one lingering thought which stuck out the most in her mind. There was no reason for him to show me what he was. There was no reason for him to be there either.
Of course, she knew she was lying to herself.
I'm just glad Faye was out of the house when I got there. Videl breathed a sigh of relief there, remembering how sneaky she had to be when getting inside and out of the house. She had snuck in through her balcony window, making sure to keep her steps quiet as she crossed the bedroom towards the door. Satisfied that there were no sounds coming from the downstairs area, Videl then made her way to the bathroom, getting to work on fixing herself.
In years before, she had given herself several haircuts (and some to Kagero as well), with all of them turning out just fine. Of course, all of them started with a full set of hair. She had to deal with a hole blasted right through the formally thick banding. Grabbing a pair of scissors, Videl set to work, cropping that side up above her ear and managing it in short, uneven spikes before setting to the other side.
Fifteen minutes later, she had finished, and she had to grin at her work.
Shortest I'd ever gotten it, she said as she finished that particular bit of memory while continuing her flight. She ran her good hand through her shorter, rougher locks, liking what she had done.
By the time she had finished that though, it was one thirty two, and she had still yet to clean up the blood around her ear. She scrubbed around her ear as best she could without touching her ear before completely discarding her ruined clothing. That all together took less than ten minutes, and within the next two minutes, she was up in the air.
It took her seven minutes to cover the distance between her house and the school. Videl opted to land on the roof – she knew it was sturdy enough to hold it for several hours at least – and quickly exited the copter, vaulting towards the stairs without returning her copter into its capsule. She literally flew down four flights of stairs, coming to a near crashing halt on the second floor. Swiftly, she made her way down the hall, glancing up at a clock hung up high on the wall.
One fifty six I guess I could walk the rest of the way.
That would be advisable, Ms. Satan. It was a voice she didn't want to hear.
And the clock just turned one fifty seven.
I don't have time for this Mr. Lou, Videl spoke through her teeth. She continued walking down the hall, ignoring the footsteps following her.
You never returned to class after you left. What did you --
Can it! she shouted, turning and jabbing a finger into his chest. You have no idea what I went through today. My life was thrown through the trash today, and the last thing I need right now is to listen to your sniveling bullshit! With that, Videl turned around, this time completely ignoring any jabs coming her way, though for once, Mr. Lou kept silent. It wasn't the comment she had made, but rather the current state of health that she was in, both physically and mentally.
She reached the door just before it clicked on one fifty eight, and swung it open.
No one noticed where she directed her gaze.
Videl! Are you all right? Mrs. Honeydew cried out as soon as she calmed herself from the outburst.
Just peachy, she muttered, loud enough for only the teacher to hear. I came because I had business to take care of.
The bell rang then, ending the teacher's train of thought on Videl's state and resuming what she had for the students. She quickly gave an assignment out to the exiting students before making leave of the room herself. Videl, I'll talk to you later, okay? she said as she got out of the door.
Videl acknowledged it slightly, never taking her eyes off of the approaching individual. she addressed him as he pulled to a stop in front of her. She was a bit unnerved at how uncannily calm his body was, though a quick glance to his eyes showed her otherwise.
he asked after a bit of hesitation. He really didn't know how to respond there without inciting some sort of angered reaction.
She frowned. After school, meet me at the main stairwell. We're going to the roof.
he nodded. Before he got the chance to leave though, Videl leaned in close.
If you don't show up, I will tell everyone, she whispered.
Don't worry. I'll be there. She looked in Gohan's eyes, looking for any hint of betrayal. She nodded eventually, satisfied. Videl stepped back and turned away, exiting the room without a second glance.
Gohan muttered, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. As he was leaving, he was beginning to wonder why Videl's voice, when she was setting up the bribe, almost sounded desperate.
She really wants to know fine then I'm going to need something in return.
Of course, he didn't know what he wanted in return. He would remember it all clearly before the final hour of school was up. Gym class had its fair share of spiteful teachers as well.
Soon enough though, the final bell rang. Videl was quick to the main floor stairwell (gym class was on the first floor), and waited for a good five minutes before Gohan came along, carrying his bag over his shoulder and a neutral expression on his face. They stood facing each other for a few moments before Videl turned on her heal, beginning the long climb up the stairs to the roof. By now, they were one of the few students still left in the hallways.
The climb was uncomfortably quiet for both of them. Gohan didn't want to risk Videl snapping, and Videl didn't want to snap herself, at least while in the stairwell. The only thing heard between them was the slapping of their shoes on each ascending step.
They came upon the door to the roof, to which Videl opened and stepped out onto.
Time to face the music, they both thought at the same time.
Heh.
End Part Eleven
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