A/N: First of all I'd like to thank you all for your help on italics.
(Eliza, Jess, and Tis a pity she's a hore.) I use
microsoft word too, but mine must be fucked up. :Grumbles: wouldn't be surprised if it was. Ok, anyway
since last time I said it was just a preview (You didn't honestly think that was the chapter did you?)
heres the chapter now.
:Insert disclaimer here please^_^:
Chapter 5: Dancing. (The real chapter.)
'Forgive oh Lord my little jokes on thee; And I'll forgive thy great big one on me.'
~Robert Frost (I think -_;)
:Capsule Corp:
"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 (A/N: Just in case my italics didn't come out. 'Gohan' was in italics!)
"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(italics)?!'
Somewhere, her mind whispered, I wish.(Italics)
"No, not really."
"Oh?" Now(Italics) 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, at the party I was raped."
Bulma's cup crashed to the ground. "Wah...WHAT?!" Videl cringed again, wishing she hadn't come.
"I said a-"
"I HEARD WHAT YOU SAID!!" Bulma's chair hit the ground to lay next to the shattered tea cup. "Oh,
you poor poor BABY!" She ran around the table, gently hugged Videl. "I hope Gohan kicked that guys
ass."
Videl stiffend. "Well, actually..." Bulma sat back and stared hard into Videl's eyes.
"This isn't a joke right?" Videl shook her head violently. "Well, then whats the 'actually' about?"
'Here it goes.' "Actually, Gohan doesn't know about me getting... You know..." Videl trailed off uncertain
as to what to say. Bulma landed next to her tea cup and chair on the floor.
"So your saying.." Her eyes were wide, and her hand was shaky as she ran it through her hair. "Your
saying, that. That Gohan doesn't know(Italics)?" Videl nodded solumnly, feeling stupid and utterly childlike.
"And Bulma, thats not all." Bulma laughed sardonically.
"Not all?! Not All! Videl, when Gohan finds out not only is the guy that did this to you dead, but so am I!
Geez I'm the one that took you to that fuckin' party! What else is there?! What else happened?!" Twisting
her hands in her lap nervously Videl whispered.
"I'm late."
~~~~~~~~~
:Elsewhere:
" Hello? Anyone home?" 'Geez wonder where mom is?' Pan walked into her kitchen, making a beeline to
the fridge. 'Hmmm. Pickles..Nah...... Leftovers, pluease.... Umm...... AHAH!' Pan pulled out a tinfoil covered
cookie sheet. "Mom's Cookies! The best!" She then proceded to make a V-sign with her fingers, and
skipped over to the cupboard for a plate. Just as she was sitting down at the counter the phone rang. "Ah
Crap! I wanna eat!" She whined but never the less picked up the phone. Who knew it might be her mom.
"Son residence how may I help you?" 'How dare you interupt my valuble eating time.'
"Panny-chan?" Pan's face lit up.
"Trunks! Hey whats up?!" She sat down again at her chair, and began munching diligently on a cookie.
"Nothing much just wanted to talk to your dad.....Say, what are you eating?" Pan gulped. Hell, she loved
Trunks, he was her bestfriend and all. But these cookies were her(Italics) cookies.
"N..Nothing. Why?" She quickly dropped her cookie on the table, and wiped her face, as if Trunks could
see the crumbs that dusted her cheeks.
"Your lying. I can smell right through the wires to your phone you know." Pan sweatdropped.
"Ummmm.....Trunks I'm on a cordless."
"Oh."
"So anyway-"
"-Yeah-"
~~~~~~~~~~~
Trunks laughed while leaning back in his office chair.
"Hey, have you heard from my mom? I've been trying to get in touch with her all afternoon, but haven't had
any luck."
"Are you kidding?! Trunks unlike you who is like 19 or something, I'm only nine. Got it? Nine. Therefore, I
still attend regular schooling. I don't go galivanting off on crazy adventures....Or atleast I haven't since
Grandpa left. And even if I did have time between classes which I don't (Italices) I wouldn't spend it trying
to call your mom, no matter how much I think of her as family." Trunks cringed.
"Alright, sorry. Forgot you were still a kid." 'Always do.' He thought grimly.
"Say, though, while we're on the subject of moms. Have you seen or heard where mine is?"
Trunks sat up. "You mean your home alone?"
"Oh, please. Grandma lives right nextdoor, and I'm a martial artist. No one could get near me." (A/N: If
only she knew, right.)
".....Still, your only nine..."
"Oh Would You Please Just Answer The Question?!" Trunks jumped.
"Oh, uh yeah. Umm...... What was it again?" He scratched his head innocently, grabbing a file off his desk,
standing, and getting his coat.
"Where is my mom? Do you know?"
"Come to think of it, I think my(Italics) mom said something about her comming over and discussing
something or another." He waved goodbye to his secretary, and walked out of a CC building.
"Oh, ok. Thanks guess I'll just go back to eating my-"
"Eating your what?"
"My, nothing... Thats it, my nothing(Italics)" Trunks laughed and lifted up into the air.
"Alright, don't go anywhere, I'm comming over."
"Trunks! I'm nine! I can take care of myself!" Trunks sighed.
"Yeah Pan," He whispered. "Your nine."
~~~~
A/N: Alrighty, thats the chapter. Ugh you know my next door neighbors are talking REALLY loudly and it's
like 11:00 at night! Ok, I'm tired and tommorows Hallow's Eve...MWHAHA. But, you know, I haven't even
thought up a costume, cause' I've been to buisy with homecomming, and Exams and Picture day, and......Life.
PS: Work sucks.
Oh, hey almost for got to tell you guys, I want 10 reviews. Thats right baby 10.
~Jay
Procedure goes like this:
Me write.
You review.
Me write.
:Cuddles reviewers and waves goodbye.:
microsoft word too, but mine must be fucked up. :Grumbles: wouldn't be surprised if it was. Ok, anyway
since last time I said it was just a preview (You didn't honestly think that was the chapter did you?)
heres the chapter now.
:Insert disclaimer here please^_^:
Chapter 5: Dancing. (The real chapter.)
'Forgive oh Lord my little jokes on thee; And I'll forgive thy great big one on me.'
~Robert Frost (I think -_;)
:Capsule Corp:
"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 (A/N: Just in case my italics didn't come out. 'Gohan' was in italics!)
"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(italics)?!'
Somewhere, her mind whispered, I wish.(Italics)
"No, not really."
"Oh?" Now(Italics) 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, at the party I was raped."
Bulma's cup crashed to the ground. "Wah...WHAT?!" Videl cringed again, wishing she hadn't come.
"I said a-"
"I HEARD WHAT YOU SAID!!" Bulma's chair hit the ground to lay next to the shattered tea cup. "Oh,
you poor poor BABY!" She ran around the table, gently hugged Videl. "I hope Gohan kicked that guys
ass."
Videl stiffend. "Well, actually..." Bulma sat back and stared hard into Videl's eyes.
"This isn't a joke right?" Videl shook her head violently. "Well, then whats the 'actually' about?"
'Here it goes.' "Actually, Gohan doesn't know about me getting... You know..." Videl trailed off uncertain
as to what to say. Bulma landed next to her tea cup and chair on the floor.
"So your saying.." Her eyes were wide, and her hand was shaky as she ran it through her hair. "Your
saying, that. That Gohan doesn't know(Italics)?" Videl nodded solumnly, feeling stupid and utterly childlike.
"And Bulma, thats not all." Bulma laughed sardonically.
"Not all?! Not All! Videl, when Gohan finds out not only is the guy that did this to you dead, but so am I!
Geez I'm the one that took you to that fuckin' party! What else is there?! What else happened?!" Twisting
her hands in her lap nervously Videl whispered.
"I'm late."
~~~~~~~~~
:Elsewhere:
" Hello? Anyone home?" 'Geez wonder where mom is?' Pan walked into her kitchen, making a beeline to
the fridge. 'Hmmm. Pickles..Nah...... Leftovers, pluease.... Umm...... AHAH!' Pan pulled out a tinfoil covered
cookie sheet. "Mom's Cookies! The best!" She then proceded to make a V-sign with her fingers, and
skipped over to the cupboard for a plate. Just as she was sitting down at the counter the phone rang. "Ah
Crap! I wanna eat!" She whined but never the less picked up the phone. Who knew it might be her mom.
"Son residence how may I help you?" 'How dare you interupt my valuble eating time.'
"Panny-chan?" Pan's face lit up.
"Trunks! Hey whats up?!" She sat down again at her chair, and began munching diligently on a cookie.
"Nothing much just wanted to talk to your dad.....Say, what are you eating?" Pan gulped. Hell, she loved
Trunks, he was her bestfriend and all. But these cookies were her(Italics) cookies.
"N..Nothing. Why?" She quickly dropped her cookie on the table, and wiped her face, as if Trunks could
see the crumbs that dusted her cheeks.
"Your lying. I can smell right through the wires to your phone you know." Pan sweatdropped.
"Ummmm.....Trunks I'm on a cordless."
"Oh."
"So anyway-"
"-Yeah-"
~~~~~~~~~~~
Trunks laughed while leaning back in his office chair.
"Hey, have you heard from my mom? I've been trying to get in touch with her all afternoon, but haven't had
any luck."
"Are you kidding?! Trunks unlike you who is like 19 or something, I'm only nine. Got it? Nine. Therefore, I
still attend regular schooling. I don't go galivanting off on crazy adventures....Or atleast I haven't since
Grandpa left. And even if I did have time between classes which I don't (Italices) I wouldn't spend it trying
to call your mom, no matter how much I think of her as family." Trunks cringed.
"Alright, sorry. Forgot you were still a kid." 'Always do.' He thought grimly.
"Say, though, while we're on the subject of moms. Have you seen or heard where mine is?"
Trunks sat up. "You mean your home alone?"
"Oh, please. Grandma lives right nextdoor, and I'm a martial artist. No one could get near me." (A/N: If
only she knew, right.)
".....Still, your only nine..."
"Oh Would You Please Just Answer The Question?!" Trunks jumped.
"Oh, uh yeah. Umm...... What was it again?" He scratched his head innocently, grabbing a file off his desk,
standing, and getting his coat.
"Where is my mom? Do you know?"
"Come to think of it, I think my(Italics) mom said something about her comming over and discussing
something or another." He waved goodbye to his secretary, and walked out of a CC building.
"Oh, ok. Thanks guess I'll just go back to eating my-"
"Eating your what?"
"My, nothing... Thats it, my nothing(Italics)" Trunks laughed and lifted up into the air.
"Alright, don't go anywhere, I'm comming over."
"Trunks! I'm nine! I can take care of myself!" Trunks sighed.
"Yeah Pan," He whispered. "Your nine."
~~~~
A/N: Alrighty, thats the chapter. Ugh you know my next door neighbors are talking REALLY loudly and it's
like 11:00 at night! Ok, I'm tired and tommorows Hallow's Eve...MWHAHA. But, you know, I haven't even
thought up a costume, cause' I've been to buisy with homecomming, and Exams and Picture day, and......Life.
PS: Work sucks.
Oh, hey almost for got to tell you guys, I want 10 reviews. Thats right baby 10.
~Jay
Procedure goes like this:
Me write.
You review.
Me write.
:Cuddles reviewers and waves goodbye.: