Title: Masks We Wear
Rating: PG (for now)
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Pairings: Gohan/??? (please, no flames, but I've never seen one of these before)
Summary: Everybody wears a mask; these two entwined souls are tired of hiding themselves.
AN: I've never seen a Gh/??? before, so I figured nothing ventured, nothing gained. Note, please, that I am an anti-Videl writer – I simply do not like her or what she embodies in any way, shape, fashion or form so please, no flames. I expect this to be a one-shot, but no promises – that's how Setting Things Right was supposed to start out but it evolved into what it is now.
He looked around at everyone in the class, seeing their looks of abject shock at the way he was dressed today; he had worn his training gi and be damned the consequences because he was tired of hiding himself,
"So, Nerdboy has a few muscles." Sharpner flexed his muscles slightly and was about to say something else, but Gohan made sure that was an impossibility and kicked him twice – first in the throat and secondly in the crotch – to shut him up.
"'Nerdboy', as you call me, also has one hell of a temper, snevlo," Gohan snarled the last word in Saiya-go, insulting not only Sharpner, but also Sharpner's entire family. "Do yourselves a favor and don't piss me off ... I can't guarantee that you'd survive the experience." With that, Gohan smirked and made everyone but one around him go deathly pale.
She knew what he was doing; she had done the same thing earlier that morning by correcting her mathematics teacher all class without ever cracking the book. Just because she was blonde didn't mean she was stupid.
She walked over and, in front of everyone (especially a slack-jawed Videl), kissed her boyfriend on the cheek, "Hello, love."
He smiled back at her, "Hello, Erasa." She felt his arms go around her and his lips touch hers as the rest of the world faded away – nothing else around her mattered because she had her Gohan, her love, and her mate.
HA! There. Short, but I believe it is the first of it's kind – a Gohan/Erasa.
Rating: PG (for now)
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Pairings: Gohan/??? (please, no flames, but I've never seen one of these before)
Summary: Everybody wears a mask; these two entwined souls are tired of hiding themselves.
AN: I've never seen a Gh/??? before, so I figured nothing ventured, nothing gained. Note, please, that I am an anti-Videl writer – I simply do not like her or what she embodies in any way, shape, fashion or form so please, no flames. I expect this to be a one-shot, but no promises – that's how Setting Things Right was supposed to start out but it evolved into what it is now.
He looked around at everyone in the class, seeing their looks of abject shock at the way he was dressed today; he had worn his training gi and be damned the consequences because he was tired of hiding himself,
"So, Nerdboy has a few muscles." Sharpner flexed his muscles slightly and was about to say something else, but Gohan made sure that was an impossibility and kicked him twice – first in the throat and secondly in the crotch – to shut him up.
"'Nerdboy', as you call me, also has one hell of a temper, snevlo," Gohan snarled the last word in Saiya-go, insulting not only Sharpner, but also Sharpner's entire family. "Do yourselves a favor and don't piss me off ... I can't guarantee that you'd survive the experience." With that, Gohan smirked and made everyone but one around him go deathly pale.
She knew what he was doing; she had done the same thing earlier that morning by correcting her mathematics teacher all class without ever cracking the book. Just because she was blonde didn't mean she was stupid.
She walked over and, in front of everyone (especially a slack-jawed Videl), kissed her boyfriend on the cheek, "Hello, love."
He smiled back at her, "Hello, Erasa." She felt his arms go around her and his lips touch hers as the rest of the world faded away – nothing else around her mattered because she had her Gohan, her love, and her mate.
HA! There. Short, but I believe it is the first of it's kind – a Gohan/Erasa.
