Author's Notes: Hiya! Nothing new to say. But if you can help me out with anything on my wish list down below, I'd appreciate it . . .

Enchantress101's Wish List: A new computer, Son Gohan, Mirai Trunks, a Playstation 2, Final Fantasy X, and all rights to DBZ (would I make you all wait several months for a new episode? NO!) She would also like a cherry apple Volkswagen Beetle, Son Gohan, and 'A' in Algebra II and AP Euro. History, all of the soundtracks to her favorite anime shows, the complete VHS uncut and unedited versions of Escaflone and CCS, Son Gohan, a Chrysler PT Cruiser, Son Gohan, Li Syaoran from CCS, Duo Maxwell from Gundam Wing, Shiro Amada from 8th MS Team and, once again, the extremely hot Son Gohan. Now, as you can tell, I probably won't be getting most of those things anytime soon (especially not any of my handsome, FINE anime guys or DBZ). But hey, one can dream . . .

*~* Chapter Twelve *~*

House Party

Same Day . . .

Erasa watched as Gohan hit another pool ball into a pocket of Videl's brand new pool table. She yawned a bit. "WHEN am I going to get my turn?" she asked.

Gohan grinned. Pool was such an easy game. All he had to do was calculate the angles in his head and do some simple math . . .

Videl snorted loudly from the couch. "He's probably doing all the math in his head. You might as well give up Erasa. You'll never beat him."

Gohan shot Videl a glance, then purposely missed his next shot to give Erasa a chance.

Videl, Sharpner, Gohan and Erasa were lounging around in Videl's entertainment room, trying to keep themselves occupied after Gohan's test.

Hercule suddenly entered the game room and cleared his throat loudly, catching everyone's attention. He sent Erasa, Gohan, Sharpner a hesitant glance. "Videl, sweet-pea, I've got something to tell you."

Videl narrowed her gaze. Was it that time of the month again? "What?"

"I've . . . er, gotta go away on a . . . business trip. I'll be leaving in a few hours." Hercule glanced at Videl's friends, then returned his gaze to his daughter.

Business? Hardly. He was probably going to meet up with one of his girlfriends like he did at least once every month. "When will you be back?" she asked, although she really didn't care.

"Er . . . in a week or so," answered her father. "I'll . . . just leave you kids alone now."

When he was gone, Erasa grinned at her best friend. "Your Dad is going to be gone for a week! This is perfect!"

"Perfect for what?" Gohan asked.

"To have a party!"

Gohan frowned. "A party. But-"

Sharpner, who'd been engaged in a fierce pinball game, looked up. "A party sounds great. Your house is perfect, Videl."

"But-" Gohan began.

"I don't know, guys . . ." Videl said. "I've never thrown a party before."

Erasa waved her hand. "I can take care of that. I've had a ton at my house and I haven't been caught yet."

"But-"

"What about the maids and butlers?" asked Videl. "There's no way I'll be able to get rid of them."

"But-"

"Who says you have to get rid of them?" Erasa smiled cunningly at Videl. "Look, the maids and butlers here love you. I'm sure they'll let you throw one little party."

Gohan took a deep breath. He was tired of being ignored. "But you haven't asked your dad for permission, Videl. I don't think he'll let you have a party if he's not here."

Sharpner rolled his eyes. "That's why we're not going to ask for permission, stupid. He doesn't have to know, IF we do things right."

Gohan turned to Videl. It was clear that he wasn't going get through to Erasa or Sharpner, and he hoped that Videl would make the right decision and say no to the whole party idea. "What do YOU think, Videl?"

Why should Dad always have all the fun? I work hard to protect this city, and what does he do? Sit on his ass all day. "A party sounds great. Now who should we invite?"

Gohan groaned and collapsed onto a couch. Why did he even try? No one ever listened to him anyway.

Erasa began to spout out various names and Videl wrote them down. Sharpner began writing down things that they would need, like snacks and drinks.

"Great. I'm out of names," muttered Erasa a few minutes later.

Videl looked over the small list. "I think that's enough. Let's keep things small."

Sharpner turned to the girls, an idea popping into his head. "Did you invite Angela?"

"OHHHHH, NO! She is NOT coming!" exclaimed Gohan, jumping up off the couch and waving his arms frantically. Just the thought of her being in the same house as him freaked him out.

"I agree with Gohan. I don't want that bitch in my house, not after what she did." Videl put the list of names aside, closing the issue. "What do you have down for snacks?"

"Chips, dip, cookies, maybe some pizza, nachos . . . then I have water, sodas, beer and-"

"BEER?!!!" exclaimed Gohan. If his mother found out that he was at a party where kids were drinking, she'd kill him. "I don't think that's such a good idea," he said, envisioning drunk kids sprawled all over Videl's house, doing who knows what.

Sharpner glared at Gohan. "You're such a momma's boy, Gohan. Look, a few beers aren't going to hurt. What's the problem?"

Videl gave Sharpner a heated gaze. "I don't want any alcohol at my party, understood? Take it off."

Sharpner reluctantly did as he was told.

"Now, of course there have to be some ground rules," Videl continued. "In addition to no alcohol, there will be no smoking of ANYTHING, no drugs, and no one is allowed in any rooms other than where the party is going to be held."

"And where will that be?" asked Erasa.

"Um . . . how about this room? It's just big enough and it's got some entertainment," Gohan said helpfully.

Videl nodded in agreement. "Sounds good. Now, to enforce my rules, I'll set up some mean looking body guards at the doors."

Gohan sighed and sat back, listening to the rest of the planning that was going on, carefully monitoring their conversation. Maybe this party won't be that bad. As long as we keep everything under control, then nothing should go wrong.

*~*

A few hours later, the gang was rummaging through Videl's huge kitchen for snacks, hoping to avoid spending any of their own money. To Videl's relief, there was a ton of junk food stored away in a pantry. They all grabbed as much food as they could and headed back to the rec. room.

On their way, they were stopped by Iria. She eyed all of the food they were carrying down the hall. "You kids that hungry?"

"Uh . . ." Videl bit her bottom lip.

Erasa winked at the housemaid. "We're throwing a party later, if you don't mind."

"ERASA!!!" Videl shrieked. "You could've been more . . . subtle."

The older woman just smiled knowingly. "When the cat's away, the mice will play. Go on, kids. I didn't see a thing . . ." Iria continued down the hall, whistling as she went.

"See? I told you we'd have no trouble," boasted Erasa.

They returned to the rec. room and placed the food they'd coveted on the couch. Videl looked around. "We're going to need a long table . . ."

"How about the one in your foyer?" Erasa suggested.

Gohan gapped at them. Was Erasa talking about the one he THOUGHT she was talking about? The nice, shiny wooden one that had probably cost a fortune? "Uh, guys . . ."

Videl thought. "Hmm . . . that could work. I'll go get a tablecloth or something."

"WAIT!! Er, Videl . . ."

"What is it Gohan?"

"That seems like a really nice table. It might get messed up . . ."

Videl just shrugged her shoulders. "Dad will just have to buy a new one."

Erasa laughed. "That's the attitude, girl! Now let's go get some of your Dad's hunky fighters to help us bring it down . . ." The two girls left, chatting about how great Videl's party was going to be.

Sharpner snickered as Gohan's shoulders slumped over a bit. He's such a dork. I can't see why Angela wants him . . . Speaking of Angela . . . Sharpner cleared his throat. "I'm going to go make a phone call. I'll be back."

Sharpner darted from the room, chuckling evilly the whole time. He headed to the nearest phone and punched in a few numbers.

"Hello?"

"Angela, this is Sharpner."

"Oh. What do YOU want?" she asked in an annoyed voice.

"I just thought you'd be interested to know that Videl's throwing a house party tonight. Gohan'll be there . . ."

There was a brief pause from the other end. "Gohan? You sure? Oh, I forgot. He's living in that bitch's house now, right? Well . . . I suppose I could . . . stop by . . ."

"Sounds great. The party starts at eight, but you might want to get there a little later so that Videl won't notice you come in."

"Thanks for the tip. I'll be sure to show up."

Sharpner hung up the phone without a goodbye. He rubbed his hands together sinisterly. While Angela keeps the geek busy, I'll have Videl all to myself!

Back in the rec. room, Gohan was wincing as two big guys that Erasa had found dropped the table that they were carrying. They both laughed stupidly and set it right side up. "OOPS!"

Videl just rolled her eyes. "Okay, boys, you can go now."

"Sure thing Ms. Videl! Glad we could help."

Gohan went over to inspect the table. His eyes widened when he caught sight of a huge chip on the other side. "Oh, no . . . It's chipped, Videl."

She just shrugged her shoulders and threw a red tablecloth over the table. "So? Let's get all of this food onto the table. We'll open it up later."

Sharpner rejoined them and helped them sort the snacks and put them onto the table. Videl assigned Sharpner the job of getting a cooler and some sodas and bottled water, Erasa the job of bringing up more snacks, and told Gohan to follow her up to her room.

Gohan wasn't all too sure about what they needed for the party that was in her room. "Er . . . what are we getting up here?"

"My stereo." She flung her door open and, for the first time, Gohan stepped into her room. As expected, there was not any lace or pink to be found anywhere. The walls of her room were white, her carpet was also white, and her bed sheets were a deep blue.

"When you're done analyzing my room, you can pick up my stereo for me," said Videl.

Gohan blinked several times, then blushed. "Sorry." He moved over to her dresser and picked up the stereo with ease.

"Careful. THIS I don't want you to drop." She grabbed her case full of CDs and they left her room.

Gohan was very careful with Videl's stereo and gently set it on a table that sat in the corner of the rec. room.

Videl looked around. "Okay . . . we've got music, food, drinks, entertainment . . ."

"Now all we need are some people!" squealed Erasa.

Videl grinned. "Right. Let's get to the phones and start calling people." She divvied up the list of names and produced a corresponding list of phone numbers from her pocket.

"Where'd you get those from?" wondered Sharpner.

"The school. If you go to Orange Star High, then I probably have your number," she muttered.

Gohan felt a little uneasy at the prospect of calling up some kids from Orange Star High, when he didn't really know them. After all, he WAS relatively new to the school.

Videl sent them off to different rooms to use phones, explaining that she had at least ten different phone lines in the house. She gave them each a line to use.

Gohan went up to his room and hesitantly picked up the phone. He dialed his first number.

"Hello?"

"Uh . . . is this Kitty Wilson?"

"You bet! Who's this? You sound really cute!"

Gohan heard some faint giggling in the background. Oh great. She has friends over. "Er, this is Son Gohan, from school."

"THE SON GOHAN????!!!!!!! DID YOU ALL HEAR THAT?!!! THE SON GOHAN IS CALLING MY HOUSE!!! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"

Gohan winced as her friends shouted as well. "Kitty? You still there?"

The girl caught her breath. "Oh, I'm here! What would you like?"

"Videl's having a party tonight and you're invited."

"REALLY?!!! And YOU'LL be there, right? Wait, of course you will! You won that contest, lucky you!"

Lucky me . . . " . . . Right. The party starts at eight. Just come to the front door and someone will show you the way to the party."

"SO COOOOOL!!!!!!! I'll be there!!!"

"Great! Bye."

The rest of Gohan's calls pretty much went the same way, at least then he called girls. The boys were just interested in how Hercule's school was.

Gohan sighed when, forty-five minutes later, he realized that he'd finished all of his phone calls. He went back to the rec. room, surprised to see that the others were already down there.

"Took you long enough," snickered Sharpner.

If I hadn't been asked so many questions, I would've been done a long time ago. But, of course, Gohan said nothing. "Now what?"

"Now," said Videl, "we relax. I'm sure we'll need all of our strength for this party tonight."

In the end, they decided to go up to Videl's room and hang out. Sharpner convinced Gohan to challenge him in a fighting video game that Videl had. He found it mildly entertaining- but it was a lot more fun when he saw the shocked look on Sharpner's face when Gohan K.O.'ed him in less than ten seconds in every round they played. [1]

Erasa forced Videl to go through her closet and find something nice to wear to the party. It was a walk in closet, so, as the girls chatted, they were pretty sure that Sharpner or Gohan couldn't hear a word they said.

"You need to find something sexy, but not too sexy . . . dressy, but not too dressy . . . and comfortable . . ." muttered Erasa.

ROUND ONE! FIGHT! Could be heard from the area where Gohan and Sharpner were playing the video game.

"So, what does all of that mean?" asked Videl.

"Well . . ."

KO!!

"SHIT!!! HOW THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT?!! We weren't even playing for thirty seconds!!"

Gohan just chuckled. "Another round?"

Sharpner shook his head, glaring at Gohan's cocky smile. "How about racing? NO one can beat me at racing!"

Erasa rolled her eyes. Boys. "Do you have a sun dress or something?"

Videl frowned. "A WHAT?"

"A sun dress! Come on, Videl! You know, a dress you'd wear in the summer, preferably with flowers on it?"

Videl wrinkled her nose. "Flowers? Ha! I don't think so! That's almost as bad as frilly lace."

Erasa looked around and wandered throughout the closet, shoving clothes out of the way as she went. Something caught her eye. "AH HA! There's something!" She pulled a white dress with blue Hawaiian print flowers on it. "This is perfect!"

Videl eyed it. "Iria got that for me a few months ago."

"And naturally you tossed the thing in the back of your closet! Shame, shame, shame!"

"WHY can't I wear some jeans and a nice shirt?" whined Videl.

"Because this is a party. And you're going to wear it! You'll look great!"

Videl had to find a way out of this. Sure, she'd worn a dress to the Hercule Day dance, but that was a little different. "Wait! I don't have any shoes to match! There! I can't wear it now."

Erasa stared down at the dress. "I think I've got some at home. Your feet are a size bigger than mine, right?"

Videl nodded.

"Well, it JUST SO HAPPENS that an aunt of mine bought me these OH SO CUTE shoes, but they were a size too big! They'll be great with this dress."

"Oh, Erasa . . ."

"Videl, this is YOUR party, and, as the hostess, you're going to have to look your best! I'm going to run home and get something for me to change into. While I'm there, I'll get those shoes!" Erasa tossed Videl the dress and left her room, saying bye to the guys.

She stared down at the dress in her hands. I guess it won't be that bad . . . it is sorta . . . uh, I can't believe I'm saying this . . . it's sorta cute . . .

Videl hung the dress up and left her closet, deciding to watch the guys race. She laughed as Gohan sped across the finish line followed by Sharpner.

"I won," announced Gohan.

Sharpner glared at him. "Best two out of three!"

Videl sighed and snatched up another controller. "I'm playing this time. And I'll kick both of your asses!"

They set the game again, deciding that they were going to do four laps. As soon as the green light appeared on the screen, they were off.

Gohan was purposely swerving, running into Sharpner's car. He forced the other boy's vehicle into a ditch, where it flipped over and crashed, catching on fire.

"DAMN!!!" he shouted and quickly reset his car.

It was a little too late, though. Videl and Gohan were way ahead of him.

Videl was trying the same technique that Gohan had used on Sharpner. She swerved over to him, grinning evilly. At the last minute, Gohan slammed on the brakes and Videl's car went careening into a bunch of trees, exploding on impact.

"NOOOO!!!!" she shouted.

Gohan sped ahead and eventually won the race. "You guys are sorry," he said. "I beat both of you and I've never played a video game before! Haha!"

"Sorry, huh?" muttered Videl. She snatched a pillow off of her bed and hit Gohan upside the head with it.

"HEY!" he shouted. He grabbed one and hit her lightly in the chest.

Videl looked at him as if he were stupid. "Like that hurt." She brought her pillow down on his head again.

This time Gohan put a little more force behind his hit, the pillow hitting Videl's arm.

Sharpner watched the pillow fight they were having as jealousy began to take him over. Had Videl ever had a pillow fight with him in all the years he'd known her? NO! And that goofy look on Gohan's face and the smile on Videl's were just sickening. And was Videl GIGGLING? Revolting!

Sharpner snatched the pillow from Videl's hand just as she was about to hit Gohan again. "Okay, let's act like civilized ADULTS here. Pillow fights are for elementary school kids."

Videl scowled at Sharpner and Gohan tossed the pillow back onto Videl's bed. "You're such a spoilsport, Sharpner," she said.

"Yeah? At least I act my age," he snapped back.

"Are you JEALOUS, Sharpner? Huh?"

"NO!" he said too loudly.

"You are too! Ha! You pathetic jealous bastard!" Videl shouted back, a teasing note in her voice.

"What do I have to be jealous of?" Sharpner asked. "Certainly not Mr. Momma's Boy over there, if that's who you mean."

"Hey," Gohan said, finally sticking up for himself. "I'm NOT a momma's boy."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah."

Sharpner rolled his eyes. "You don't cuss, you don't drink, smoke and I bet you've never kissed a girl before. Wait. Do you even know what a girl IS?"

Was Sharpner INSULTING him? He was. Gohan felt his Saiyan side beginning to take over. "I HAVE kissed a girl, for your information!" he snapped.

"Oh, yeah? WHO?"

"VIDEL!!!"

The room was silent for a while. Videl groaned, buried her head in a pillow and began to scream. "Oops," muttered Gohan, smacking himself in the forehead. "I . . . don't think I was supposed to say that . . ."

"NO you weren't!!!!" Videl exclaimed, coming up for air. She then resumed her torture.

Sharpner was furious. "YOU KISSED VIDEL?!!! WHY I OTTA-"

"Cool it, Sharpner," Videl said in a stern voice, tossing the pillow across the room. "It was just a little kiss. Sorta . . . accidental, right Gohan?"

"Er, right! It was an accident!!"

Sharpner glared at Gohan. "An accident?! Did you slip and Videl's lips just happened to break your fall?!" [2]

Gohan chuckled. "Haha! Never heard that one before!"

"I'M SERIOUS!!!" Sharpner turned to Videl. "Did he force you? Huh? You can tell me!"

"NO, he didn't. Now, just drop the subject. PLEASE!"

"Fine," Sharpner snapped. I'll drop it, but I won't forget. Videl is mine, and she WILL be mine.

*~*

Erasa returned with her makeup, clothes and shoes, eager to get to work on Videl. She shooed the boys out of the room and began to fix Videl up.

"What was Sharpner so upset about?" Erasa asked. "He looked ready to kill."

"I guess if I don't tell you, then Sharpner will," Videl muttered, the told her friend about what had happened.

"You KISSED SON GOHAN??!!! Do you know how many girls, including me, would do ANYTHING for a chance to kiss Gohan! You are one lucky girl!"

"Yeah, well, it wasn't much of a kiss. No need to get worked up about it."

"RIGHT. Keep telling that to yourself. I'll remember you said that and I'll be sure to remind you of your words on your wedding day to Gohan."

"That is SOOO not funny! Honestly, you sound just like Gohan's mom!"

Erasa giggled. "That's right, you've even met the folks. Well, when's the big day?"

"E-RA-SAAAAA!! Cut it out!!!!"

"Okay, okay! Sorry. Now, let's get to work."

*~*

Gohan was sitting in his room, watching tv alone (Sharpner had opted to go down to the rec. room) when the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Oh, Gohan, it's so good to hear your voice! I miss you already!"

"Mom! Uh, hi." Maybe I AM a momma's boy . . . jeez . . .

"Well. How is everything?"

"Er, just fine."

"That's good!" Chichi paused, then added. "Trunks told Bulma, who told Vegeta, who, for some reason, told Goten, who told ME that you were staying in the room across the hall from Videl's. Is that right?"

A sweat drop rolled down the back of Gohan's head. "Yeah . . ."

"How romantic!" she squealed. Then her voice got serious. "Now, Gohan, you know all about the birds and the bees, right? I don't want to hear that Videl's pregnant before you two even tied the knot and-"

"JEEZ, MOM!!!!! REALLY, DO YOU MIND?!!!!" Gohan's face was on fire. "NOTHING like that is going to happen!"

"Better not. I mean, grandchildren would be great, but when you're a little older, you know? When you're stable. And I'm sure Videl's father wouldn't like it if his only daughter got pregnant out of wedlock-"

"I get it Mom. Relax."

"Sorry. Is my baby getting enough food over there?"

"Yes, Mom. I'm just fine. Look, I . . . gotta go get ready for this . . . thing . . ."

"What thing?" asked Chichi suspiciously.

"NOTHING!! Nothing to worry about."

"Don't lie to me, Son Gohan! I can tell you're lying!"

"Okay. Videl's father is out of town and she's throwing a party."

"WHAT!! Gohan-"

"There won't be any beer, drugs, smoking or . . ."

"Sex?"

Gohan turned red. "Er . . .right."

"Well . . ."

"Aw, Mom. Videl's a good girl. She knows what she's doing. She's got body guards all over the place, if that makes you feel any better."

"It does. Now, you be a good little boy, Gohan."

He sighed. "I will."

"Love you."

"Love you, too. Bye."

*~*

A few hours later, the gang met up in the rec. room. Gohan was a little startled by the cute dress and heels that Videl had decided to put on, but he wasn't complaining. She looked great in the dress, but, judging by her stiffness, thought otherwise.

Videl gathered a bunch of big men dressed in black and gave them their instructions. "I want you to search every bag for any drugs or alcohol. If they've got it, send them home. Make sure no one gets upstairs and try to keep them all in line. And remember, if they're NOT on the guest list, then they don't get in. Got it?"

"Yes, Miss Videl," they said together.

"Good. Now get to your stations!"

"Like a general leading her army . . ." Gohan muttered as the men filed out of the room and went their separate ways.

Within minutes, people began to show up. The room was suddenly filled with loud music and the voices of the kids. Videl watched carefully as they entered the room.

Gohan was already surrounded by a group of girls, most of them being girls he'd called to tell them about the party. He was wearing his Son Grin™ and had one hand placed on the back of his head.

"So, like, Gohan, tell us what it was like to fight against Videl?" one of the girls asked, pressing herself up against him, causing the other girls to try to do the same.

"Er . . . it was okay . . ."

Another girl giggled loudly. "OKAY? I bet you did great! Why," she poked him in the stomach, "look at these MUSCLES!"

Other girls began to poke at him too. "OHHH," and "AHHH," they went.

Gohan backed away from them. "Girls, girls, really! I-"

Videl walked by and yanked on the back of his shirt, separating him from the girls. "Thanks," he said breathlessly. "They're crazy!"

"They're damn vultures, that's what they are," she muttered. "It's not like you're a piece of meat."

After that, Gohan tried to keep a low profile by hanging around a bunch of other guys. They persuaded him into placing a bet on whether he could beat this kid named Ren in pool. No one knew how good Gohan was at the game, so of course he agreed. Most of the kids placed bets against him because he was the new kid AND a bookworm. When he won, they groaned out loud. Gohan collected his money and grinned at them. Hmm . . . this could turn out a lot better than I thought . . . [3]

*~*

"Sorry, Miss, but your name's not on the list," said the bodyguard.

Angela gapped at him. "Excuse me? WHAT did you say?"

"I said-"

"I didn't mean it LITERALLY! Now, I was invited by Sharpner. I demand to be let in! Now!" Angela cried, stamping her feet.

"Well, Miss Videl made this list and-"

"THAT would explain it!" Angela shuffled through her purse and pulled out a rather large bill. "Would THIS convince you to let me in?"

The guard eyed the money. He was tempted . . . VERY tempted . . . "Hell, it's just a damn kiddy party anyway." He snatched the bill from Angela's hands and stepped aside. "Go on in."

"That's what I thought." Angela flipped her hair and entered the mansion. She followed a bunch of arrows and ended up in the rec. room. She carefully stayed out of Videl's eyesight and began to look for Gohan.

She grinned. There he was, in the corner, sitting by himself, watching other people dance and socialize. "Aw, poor baby could use some company."

Angela walked over to him, swinging her hips. When he caught sight of her, he jumped a bit. She slid into a vacant chair next to him.

"I . . . didn't know you were invited," Gohan said nervously. I'm positively SURE you weren't invited!!

"Oh, Videl called me up at the last minute and said she wanted to . . . patch things up with me. She thought that the party would be a great place to start," she purred, running her bright red nails up and down Gohan's arm.

"Oh."

Angela leaned in closer to him. "How about I get you a drink, sweetie?" she asked, her voice low.

"Er . . . sure! Sounds just fine!" Gohan slumped back in his chair as she left. Oh, great! JUST great! Now what?!

Angela came back a little later with a cup full of punch in her hand. She gave it to him. "Drink up, Gohan."

He practically gulped the stuff down. It was a little tangy . . . but that was okay. When he was done, she asked, "Do you want more?"

He, of course, nodded and she went away once more. Anything to get her away from me!

Gohan had two more cups of punch when he decided to make a get away. He stood up, only to fall back in his chair. "Woah . . . feelin a LITTLE dizzy . . ." he mumbled.

Angela grinned. "Poor thing. Would you like to . . . go upstairs?"

Gohan furiously shook his head. "I gotta go . . . potty . . ." And with that, he wondered off through the crowd.

It wasn't until an hour later that Videl noticed that Gohan was gone. She looked around the rec. room, but didn't see him anywhere. Maybe I should go look for him . . . Besides, this music is giving me a headache.

Videl left the room and wandered around the house, eventually ending up outside. She headed over to the outdoor pool. She was surprised to see Gohan sitting on the edge of the pool, his pant legs rolled up, his shoes and socks thrown carelessly on the ground and his bare feet in the water. He was kicking at the water lightly with his feet, splashing water everywhere.

"Gohan?"

He slowly turned his head to look at her. A daze, goofy smile was on his face. "Oh . . . it's V-chan. Hey V-chan! Wuzup?"

Videl frowned. V-chan? What was going on here? "I just wanted some fresh air. I guess you did too."

"I guess. Come on, V-chan! Take off your shoes and . . . the water's great!" He splashed the water for effect.

Videl hesitantly took of her sandals and sat on the edge of the pool net to Gohan, sticking her feet in the cool water. She sighed and swished her feet around.

"What a beautiful night!" exclaimed Gohan, staring up at the sky. The only thing that would make this night perfect is the moon! Too bad my friend blew it up . . . damn Piccolo." [4]

His friend blew up the moon . . . OKAY . . . what's his deal? "You feeling okay, Gohan?"

He grinned at her. "Of course I'm okay. I'm sittin under the stars with my friend V-chan! Look, V-chan, aren't the stars pretty?!"

"Uh, yeah. They sure are . . ."

"But, of course, they're not as pretty as you are, V-chan."

Videl jumped up. NO WAY Gohan would say anything like that. "Alright! Who are you and what did you do with the REAL Gohan?"

Gohan giggled. Yes, GIGGLED. "SILLY! I'm Gohan, and you're . . . you be . . . V-chan! Ha!"

Videl looked Gohan over. Was he . . . COULD he be? "Stand up Gohan."

He did as he was told. "Now wa . . ."

"What did you have to drink tonight?"

"Er . . ." he thought hard. "Some punch that Angela got me. That was about it."

Angela was here? She shook that thought away for a second. "Walk in a straight line," she ordered.

He tried, but stumbled and tripped over his feet. He laughed again. "Now it's silly me, right?! Haha!"

This only confirmed her suspicion. "Damn it, Son Gohan, you're drunk!" exclaimed Videl. But where did he get the alcohol?

Gohan tilted his head to one side. "This drunk? Is it a . . . good thing?"

Videl let out an exasperated sigh. "Put your shoes on. Now!"

As Gohan did that, he frowned. "Are you mad at me, V-chan? I didn't mean nothin . . ."

"NO, I'm not mad." She grabbed his arm and pulled him back to the rec. room. Once she was in there, she handed Gohan over to a startled Erasa. "Watch him, okay?" Videl stalked over to the punch and took a sip. No, she didn't think it wasn't spiked. So how . . .

Out of the corner of her eye, Videl saw a streak of blond hair. She narrowed her eyes and found the person she'd been looking for. "Angela . . ." she growled. How had she gotten into the party?

Well, she was leaving now. Angela was exiting the room, most likely heading for an exit. Videl ran to catch up with her.

"ANGELA!!!" she shouted, stopping the girl dead in her tracks.

The blond whirled around. "Oh . . . Videl."

"What the HELL are you doing in my house? I know I didn't invite you," she practically snarled.

"Well, I was just leaving." She turned around to leave.

Videl yanked on her bag, trying to stop her. Angela's bag fell to the floor . . . and a bottle half full of a white liquid rolled out. Videl picked it up. She didn't even have to read the label to know what it was.

"It was you, wasn't it?!" Videl shouted.

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

"YOU got Gohan drunk! So that you could what? Trick him into going upstairs with you?" When the other girl didn't answer, Videl yanked Angela roughly by the arm and led her to the front entrance. "Look, you sad, pathetic, desperate bitch, if I see you ANYWHERE near Gohan again, I'll rip all of your goddamn hair out!!" And with that, she shoved the other girl out of her house and tossed the bottle of alcohol out onto the ground where it shattered into tiny pieces. She then slammed the door in her face.

Videl stalked back to the rec. room, then shut off the music. "OKAY, EVERYONE!! PARTY'S OVER!! GO HOME!!!"

People reluctantly began to leave, telling her how great the party was on their way out. Gohan tried to leave with the rest of the kids, but Videl quickly pulled him aside.

Erasa and Sharpner stared at Videl. "Why'd you end the party so early?" Erasa asked.

"I'll tell you tomorrow," was all Videl said. They, too, left.

"Are we going to clean up now, V-chan?" asked Gohan with the goofy smile on his face.

"No."

"Then what are we gonna do?"

"YOU are going straight to bed," she said, pulling him through the house and up to his room.

Once they arrived, the shut the door behind her. She was a little unsure about what to do next- after all, she'd never been drunk herself and, although her father had been many times before, she'd never bothered to take care of him.

"Why don't you go take long shower, Gohan? Maybe that'll help," Videl suggested.

He just shrugged his shoulders and went into the bathroom. A little while later, Videl heard him turn on the water. She began to dig around in his dresser for some nightclothes for him to wear.

"V-chan! I need some help!" Gohan called from the bathroom.

Videl raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong?" she asked cautiously.

There came a giggle from the bathroom. "I . . . seem to be stuck," he said.

Videl hesitantly went into the bathroom, unsure of what she would find. She nearly sighed in relief when she saw that Gohan was just having a little difficulty removing his shirt. His arms were stuck behind his back and he just grinned at him stupidly. Videl reached up and helped him yank the shirt off, folding it and placing it on the edge of the sink. She looked him over. "I'm sure you won't be needing my help for anything else." She turned to leave.

"Wait!" exclaimed Gohan. Videl turned back around to face him, letting out a startled cry when he yanked her close to him and placed his lips on hers.

Videl, after a brief period of struggling against him, sank into Gohan's warm embrace, fully accepting the kiss. She began to kiss him back, running her hands up his bare back and slipping them into his hair. Videl moaned softly when Gohan pried her lips open with his tongue and began to sweep it over the roof of her mouth.

They stood like that, kissing passionately for a few minutes, until Videl felt a rush of cold water streaming down her back and all over the rest of her body as well.. She shrieked and jumped away from Gohan, looking around. "WHAT THE HELL?!!" How had she ended up in the shower?

Gohan was laughing at her. "I thought V-chan would like to take a shower too!"

"ARGG!" she cried and stepped out of the shower. Videl gave Gohan a super heated glare and said in a forced calm voice, "I'm going to go get dry and get changed. By the time I get back, you'd better be showered, dressed, and ready for bed! Got it?!" Without waiting for an answer, she stomped off.

Gohan stared after her. "What's her deal?"

*~*

By the time Videl had changed her clothes and put on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, she was feeling a little bad for yelling at Gohan the way she did. After all, he WAS drunk, and didn't really know what he was doing.

But that kiss . . .

Ah, the kiss. She shivered just at the thought of it. It had been hot, intense . . . and absolutely wonderful. But what had been his reason for kissing her like that?

Damn it Videl, he was DRUNK! Tomorrow, he probably won't even remember that it happened! And you'd do well to forget it, too.

Videl mentally shook herself and returned to Gohan's room. She found him curled up on his bed, snoring ever so softly. A tiny smile appeared on Videl's face. Gohan was just too damn cute to be mad at for long.

Videl tucked him under some sheets and stared down at his sleeping form. She then grinned evilly. "You're going to have one dozy of a headache when you wake up," she muttered. "But after drenching me in that water, I'd say you deserve it."

Gohan shifted in his bed, muttering something softly.

Videl reached out to brush a dark lock of hair out of his face, then pulled her hand back at the last minute. She turned off the lights, gave him one last look, then closed the door behind her.

Author's Note: Man, that was hard to write! Anyway, I've never been drunk, nor have I really been around a drunken person, so I improvised a bit. *Enchantress101 waves a banner that says 'Drug and Alcohol Free is the Way to Be!'*

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* 'Saiyaman: The Movie' by Ms. Videl Son. This was hilarious. And cute! And, just in case Ms. Videl Son is reading this: BOB?!! BOB?!!

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[1] Is that technically possible? J

[2] I know, I know! It's old, but I saw it on Boy Meets World a long time ago and that line just popped into my head when I was writing that part. I was cracking up when I first heard it!

[3] Okay, so Gohan wouldn't gamble. But the guys convinced him . . . I guess . . . Hey, it was easy money! J

[4] Did they ever wish the moon back? And while you're at it, could you tell me if Yamcha really played pro baseball? I've noticed it in other fics and I was just wondering if it was true or not.

Next Chapter: Uh . . . well, I can't tell you that much about the next chapter because it'll give it all away! But here's something: this time, Angela's got something REALLY BAD planned for Videl. And when I say bad, I mean BAD. I can see it now . . . my e-mail box filled with hate letters and such . . .