A/N: hey. Sorry guys for the long hold up! I suppose I have been spoiling
you all by updating constantly. You see, I just got back from Colombus Ohio
at a funeral, yeah, we also drove down highway 270 south where the sniper
had been shooting, and he shot the same day we were on the road! Pretty
crazy, but I didn't see anything so it doesn't matter. Well here is another
chapter what you have all been waiting for! And don't worry my friendly
little reviewer, I wont give up on this story, its doing pretty well isn't
it. So rest assure! Well please enjoy! Its not long but a update!
Chapter 9: Battle
Sadi staggered into her house, she felt weak. Her mind lingered painfully and confusingly. Pressing her shoulder to the door trim, she flicked on the lights over head the Living room/ Kitchen/ hall way. Walking in with almost a limp she dropped her bags on the old couch.
'Videl loves Gohan. She adores him. And here I stand, between her and him.....how....how could I have been so blind?
But how was I to know that she felt this way? Well, she has just fallen to the conclusion herself, how was she to behave?'
Sadi fell into her bed, she felt so horrible, she felt no resentment to Videl, not at all, but to herself. She came and fell in love with this boy, before another person had the chance to grasp their feelings for him.
Sadi almost felt like crying, it was no matter to cry over though, she told herself. But ended up sobbing, crying like a waif, abounded on a careless street.
"You were the first person I have ever come to love Gohan," she whispered through her tears, rolled on her back, "and you were the first to ever show me kindness. And now I have to let you go. You don't belong to me, and I don't belong here."
Gohan landed at the door of Capsule Corp. His eyes scanning about as his hand left its pocket and tapped on the door, it then faltered, finding the door bell to be probably a better resort. He waited a few moments and rung the bell again when suddenly he heard the sound of foots steps, the door swung open before him, Gohan posed a greeting but it was crudely interrupted by Vegeta, whom was the one who answered the door.
"What!"
He snapped.
Gohan smiled weakly and leaned back, and couldn't help but look the Saiyan from head to toe. He was half naked, his bottom half was only wearing a pair of fitting jeans that were unzipped and hanging open reveling his navy boxers, and his feet were bare as well. Bulma was obviously dressing him against his will, and a struggle has been involved.
"Hi there....Vegeta..." Gohan chuckled nervously, not wanting him to take notice of the irony.
Vegeta just glared at Gohan when an angry call was approaching.
"Vegeta I wish you would stay still two seconds to button up your pants and put on a damn shirt....."
It was Bulma, whom paused when she came into view to see Gohan, she quickly straightened up.
"Hey there Gohan....can I help you with something?"
"Yeah," Gohan smiled stepping in, past Vegeta.
Bulma's attention then went quickly back to Vegeta, "and you mister," she then threw a black T-shirt at him, hitting his chest, he caught it with a glare.
"Put that on! And get some shoes on your feet."
"I look like a freakin' pansy in this god damn outfit."
When really, normal people, especially girls, would the find the outfit most sexy, a pair of fitting jeans with a tight black t-shirt on a muscular man. But Vegeta would have none of it.
"Watch the language jerk," Bulma scolded pointing at him, not caring the fact she was having an argument right in front of Gohan, but he didn't mind. He found it rather amusing. Vegeta could be such a stone head.
Vegeta cursed under his breathe as he marched off pulling the t-shirt over his head and disappearing.
Bulma sighed and turned back to Gohan with a pleasant smile like nothing had happened.
"So, what's up?"
Gohan smiled in return, "I need a car for a week."
"A car?"
"Yeah. Nothing fancy, just reliable."
Bulma gave a chuckle and stood in akimbo, "well I have a ll sorts of capsule cars. But whatever for?"
"Well....."Gohan bit his lip, his eyes looking upward, but then jerked them back down, obviously embarrassed over the reason, "I have to pick up a girl."
Bulma paused but then let out a rolling laugh, "oh really?" she laughed again, "well, looks like you want some style, aye? Hah, well I got you style stud," she then turned to show him the way but he stopped her.
"No. Nothing stylish, I don't want it to go unmatched with my life style."
Bulma paused again, but looked at him with a smile and little nods, rather impressed with the teenagers matureness.
"Alright."
Sadi stepped from the shower and onto the cold bathroom floor, feeling the hard tiles gave her a shiver as she wrapped a towel around her. Standing before the mirror she brushed out her hair, through the black brushes combs, water flickered outward and onto the mirror and counter. She then grabbed the hair dryer and began to blow her hair dry.
Eventually she finally came to changing and walked out of the bathroom to see Kice walking up the stairs. Sadi instantly froze, he was never home on weekends, especially Saturdays, and Gohan would be stopping by to pick her up. Kice staggered up the winding metal staircase, as Sadi watched, too frightened to move. If he were to see her dressed up rather casually, and not working he would throw a fit.
Kice's blue eyes flickered upward toward Sadi when he finally reached the top, he was obviously hung over and unable to get a clear vision of her.
Sadi gathered her courage and spoke trying not to be obvious in hiding something.
"Hi Kice."
Kice, whom was now plenty capable on keeping the vision from blurring took a step forward.
"Sadi. Where are you going?" he asked sternly.
Sadi took a step back, "to-to work."
Kice looked her up and down with a drunken angry glare.
"What the hell are you talking about. You never dress in that shit."
Sadi felt her heart stop, wearing a pair of fitting khaki pants, fitting yellow shirt with a corduroy jacket with a pair of tennis-shoes wasn't exactly what she would wear to her work.
"I-I thought I would dress more casual today, I haven't been feeling well, they wont mind." Sadi was now trembling, frightened her brother would grow irrationally violent.
Kice narrowed his brows more, he was stepping closer, the smell of alcohol was growing stronger by each step, causing Sadi's eyes to almost water. He eyed her with disgust but obviously too drunk to care and pushed her aside, pressing on into his room. Sadi let out a deep sigh of relief and hurried down the stairs, she then exited out the door into the alley: Gohan wasn't there yet.
She didn't mind, she needed time to think. Saturday, it was already Saturday. Gohan and her had originally planned on having the dinner on Friday, but it didn't work out the way they had thought. But it was alright.
Its now been a few days since Sadi had the conversation with Videl, and ever since then she had been devising, planning.
Several times she came extremely close to calling off the dinner Gohan had planned, she even tried to stray from him gradually, which she had done rather lightly, but not enough for him to truly recognize. She felt like a coward mixed in with a traitor. She felt she would cower from showing her true feelings to Gohan, and ignoring the feelings of Videl. But then she felt like a traitor for feeling that she should rise and meet the feelings, take Gohan away from Videl.
It just wasn't right.
She even felt like a jerk going with Gohan to his 'house' and eat with his mother, whom she feels like she is disrespecting the women to think she could actually eat at the same table. She simply felt horrible.
As Sadi stood in the cold breathes of wind that crept through the alley, tears began to slowly well up in her eyes at the thoughts. She just wanted to go back to bed and forget Gohan, forget everything. She wanted to forget the boy who ever showed her passion and the person she ever felt love toward.
Gohan rolled in the alley in a blue capsule car, he gave her a wave and smile. She returned the smile and wave with the same and walked to the car and got in with him, relieved to get out of the October cold. The two then drove off, while Sadi just wanted to crumble.
A/N: wow, its shorter then I thought! O well, the next chapter will be about the dinner thingy, so please review! Looks like Sadi might drop Gohan due to major awkward pressure! Oh no! *Faint*
Chapter 9: Battle
Sadi staggered into her house, she felt weak. Her mind lingered painfully and confusingly. Pressing her shoulder to the door trim, she flicked on the lights over head the Living room/ Kitchen/ hall way. Walking in with almost a limp she dropped her bags on the old couch.
'Videl loves Gohan. She adores him. And here I stand, between her and him.....how....how could I have been so blind?
But how was I to know that she felt this way? Well, she has just fallen to the conclusion herself, how was she to behave?'
Sadi fell into her bed, she felt so horrible, she felt no resentment to Videl, not at all, but to herself. She came and fell in love with this boy, before another person had the chance to grasp their feelings for him.
Sadi almost felt like crying, it was no matter to cry over though, she told herself. But ended up sobbing, crying like a waif, abounded on a careless street.
"You were the first person I have ever come to love Gohan," she whispered through her tears, rolled on her back, "and you were the first to ever show me kindness. And now I have to let you go. You don't belong to me, and I don't belong here."
Gohan landed at the door of Capsule Corp. His eyes scanning about as his hand left its pocket and tapped on the door, it then faltered, finding the door bell to be probably a better resort. He waited a few moments and rung the bell again when suddenly he heard the sound of foots steps, the door swung open before him, Gohan posed a greeting but it was crudely interrupted by Vegeta, whom was the one who answered the door.
"What!"
He snapped.
Gohan smiled weakly and leaned back, and couldn't help but look the Saiyan from head to toe. He was half naked, his bottom half was only wearing a pair of fitting jeans that were unzipped and hanging open reveling his navy boxers, and his feet were bare as well. Bulma was obviously dressing him against his will, and a struggle has been involved.
"Hi there....Vegeta..." Gohan chuckled nervously, not wanting him to take notice of the irony.
Vegeta just glared at Gohan when an angry call was approaching.
"Vegeta I wish you would stay still two seconds to button up your pants and put on a damn shirt....."
It was Bulma, whom paused when she came into view to see Gohan, she quickly straightened up.
"Hey there Gohan....can I help you with something?"
"Yeah," Gohan smiled stepping in, past Vegeta.
Bulma's attention then went quickly back to Vegeta, "and you mister," she then threw a black T-shirt at him, hitting his chest, he caught it with a glare.
"Put that on! And get some shoes on your feet."
"I look like a freakin' pansy in this god damn outfit."
When really, normal people, especially girls, would the find the outfit most sexy, a pair of fitting jeans with a tight black t-shirt on a muscular man. But Vegeta would have none of it.
"Watch the language jerk," Bulma scolded pointing at him, not caring the fact she was having an argument right in front of Gohan, but he didn't mind. He found it rather amusing. Vegeta could be such a stone head.
Vegeta cursed under his breathe as he marched off pulling the t-shirt over his head and disappearing.
Bulma sighed and turned back to Gohan with a pleasant smile like nothing had happened.
"So, what's up?"
Gohan smiled in return, "I need a car for a week."
"A car?"
"Yeah. Nothing fancy, just reliable."
Bulma gave a chuckle and stood in akimbo, "well I have a ll sorts of capsule cars. But whatever for?"
"Well....."Gohan bit his lip, his eyes looking upward, but then jerked them back down, obviously embarrassed over the reason, "I have to pick up a girl."
Bulma paused but then let out a rolling laugh, "oh really?" she laughed again, "well, looks like you want some style, aye? Hah, well I got you style stud," she then turned to show him the way but he stopped her.
"No. Nothing stylish, I don't want it to go unmatched with my life style."
Bulma paused again, but looked at him with a smile and little nods, rather impressed with the teenagers matureness.
"Alright."
Sadi stepped from the shower and onto the cold bathroom floor, feeling the hard tiles gave her a shiver as she wrapped a towel around her. Standing before the mirror she brushed out her hair, through the black brushes combs, water flickered outward and onto the mirror and counter. She then grabbed the hair dryer and began to blow her hair dry.
Eventually she finally came to changing and walked out of the bathroom to see Kice walking up the stairs. Sadi instantly froze, he was never home on weekends, especially Saturdays, and Gohan would be stopping by to pick her up. Kice staggered up the winding metal staircase, as Sadi watched, too frightened to move. If he were to see her dressed up rather casually, and not working he would throw a fit.
Kice's blue eyes flickered upward toward Sadi when he finally reached the top, he was obviously hung over and unable to get a clear vision of her.
Sadi gathered her courage and spoke trying not to be obvious in hiding something.
"Hi Kice."
Kice, whom was now plenty capable on keeping the vision from blurring took a step forward.
"Sadi. Where are you going?" he asked sternly.
Sadi took a step back, "to-to work."
Kice looked her up and down with a drunken angry glare.
"What the hell are you talking about. You never dress in that shit."
Sadi felt her heart stop, wearing a pair of fitting khaki pants, fitting yellow shirt with a corduroy jacket with a pair of tennis-shoes wasn't exactly what she would wear to her work.
"I-I thought I would dress more casual today, I haven't been feeling well, they wont mind." Sadi was now trembling, frightened her brother would grow irrationally violent.
Kice narrowed his brows more, he was stepping closer, the smell of alcohol was growing stronger by each step, causing Sadi's eyes to almost water. He eyed her with disgust but obviously too drunk to care and pushed her aside, pressing on into his room. Sadi let out a deep sigh of relief and hurried down the stairs, she then exited out the door into the alley: Gohan wasn't there yet.
She didn't mind, she needed time to think. Saturday, it was already Saturday. Gohan and her had originally planned on having the dinner on Friday, but it didn't work out the way they had thought. But it was alright.
Its now been a few days since Sadi had the conversation with Videl, and ever since then she had been devising, planning.
Several times she came extremely close to calling off the dinner Gohan had planned, she even tried to stray from him gradually, which she had done rather lightly, but not enough for him to truly recognize. She felt like a coward mixed in with a traitor. She felt she would cower from showing her true feelings to Gohan, and ignoring the feelings of Videl. But then she felt like a traitor for feeling that she should rise and meet the feelings, take Gohan away from Videl.
It just wasn't right.
She even felt like a jerk going with Gohan to his 'house' and eat with his mother, whom she feels like she is disrespecting the women to think she could actually eat at the same table. She simply felt horrible.
As Sadi stood in the cold breathes of wind that crept through the alley, tears began to slowly well up in her eyes at the thoughts. She just wanted to go back to bed and forget Gohan, forget everything. She wanted to forget the boy who ever showed her passion and the person she ever felt love toward.
Gohan rolled in the alley in a blue capsule car, he gave her a wave and smile. She returned the smile and wave with the same and walked to the car and got in with him, relieved to get out of the October cold. The two then drove off, while Sadi just wanted to crumble.
A/N: wow, its shorter then I thought! O well, the next chapter will be about the dinner thingy, so please review! Looks like Sadi might drop Gohan due to major awkward pressure! Oh no! *Faint*