A/N: Hey guys! Don't kill me please! I know it's been like over a month since I updated. Many apologies, but, I had to get a new job, this one which, unfortunately takes up more of my time.
I have a question though, how do u keep italics on when you upload a document. I don't know how, like I'd really enjoy putting thoughts into italics, but I don't know how! So if you can email me that would be great! But, in this chapter, I'm just going to write the word in (Purenthesis) when I inalicize something. You'll know when it happens. I'm not going to update now, because when I do get the italic info. I want to incorporate that into the story. So it pretty much goes like this: The faster you email me with the info, the faster I update! Oh, a

Chapter 5: Dancing.

"And so I told him, it didn't matter if I am somewhere in my late 50's, 20 year olds are still looking at me and drooling. And he said-" Videl stared into her coffee that had long ago grown cold. She had tuned Bulma out long ago, pretending to be listening, and nodding her head now and then, hoping to act attentive to the genius' speech. And it was a speech. "And then I said, 'Well you little shrimp, maybe your spandex is to tight but I distinctly recall-'"

"Bulma."

"-that you were the one who ate that cake that I made, and you di-"

"Bulma."

"-dn't complain about aches, and those men-"

"Bulma!"

"-Di...Oh?!" Bulma jumped shocked, spilling some of her coffee (Which was cold too) onto the table. "What is it dear? I'm sorry if I was going on a-"

"It's alright." Videl sighed, glancing at the clock. It was 10:03 exactly four hours and three minutes since Gohan had left.

(Gohan)

"So, what did you come here for?" Bulma leaned over the table and winked. "Do you need some advice?" She smirked, sitting back into her chair. "Saiyan's love their mates to death, but, every now and again they could use something newly incorporated into their schedule." Videl almost chocked on the sip of coffee she had been trying to choke down. 'What?! Bulma thinks I came here to ask her (That)?!' Somewhere, her mind whispered, (I wish.)

"No, not really."

"Oh?" (Now) Bulma looked interested. If you don't want to talk about sex, then what is there to talk about?! "Well, what is it then?"

"..." Videl suddenly found her coffee very interesting. 'I can't tell her, I don't know why I came. She'll think I'm a slut. A hore. I'm a frickin' martial artist, I shouldn't have let that man-'

"Hellooooooo, anyone home?" Bulma giggled. "You look like Goku does when he tries to think. Videl cringed. 'I have to tell her. She deserves to know.'

"Bulma, it's about the party."

Bulma cocked an eyebrow. "The party? You mean the one we went to on Saturday? Ok, what about it?"

Videl sighed, and took a shaky breath. "Well, you see.." She cleared her throat and looked Bulma in the eye.

"Bulma, and the party I was raped."

Bulma's cup crashed to the ground.

A/N: Alrighty, thats ur preview. Hope u like it and don't kill me..... I'm studying for exams and AP tests, which SUCK, by the way. So. EMAIL ME WITH THE INFO. Oh, and you can review if you want.^_- Update as soon as I get information. Oh and another reason I haven't updated is because my fuckin' computer won't let me login on FF.net so I have to use my friends who already think I'm nuts for being into DragonBall Z things. Poor creatures don't know what their missing out on.

~Jay