Field Trip To CampHercule
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Previous chapter…
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Following Dominic's lead as he too moved into a fighting stance, Gohan allowed a smirk to creep onto his lips as his eyes took on the trademark teal color. The sudden change flashed for a moment, before dulling slightly as the power level was kept at a minimal level.
While Gohan was pissed, he didn't want to kill the guy. All he wanted to do was smack him around a bit, and show him just what he was made of.
"Don't ever call her that." His voice was calm, controlled; inwardly, however, he was fuming in fury. "And she's never going to be yours unless she wants to be… and at the moment, I doubt that anyone would want to be with you."
The anger in Dominic's face only made Gohan's smug grin widen and he spoke, loud enough to be heard over the sound of the gong that signaled the battle.
"Bring it."
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Teenage Hormones and Hungry-Hungry Gohans'
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Damn publicity stunts. Videl, her face scrunched up in irritation, huffily took a seat next to her lounging father.
On her way to the showers, one of the reporters had stopped her and had begun to attempt to interview her on the previous battle that she'd had with Yugisho. She told him to buzz off and, when the reporter didn't, was about to punch him across the jaw when one of Hercule's many assistants stopped her.
The assistant who also happened to be a bodyguard, Scott, told her that her father wanted to have her sit by him. Of course, Videl had planned on refusing, but decided against it. She rarely liked any of her dad's assistants so she was pretty happy when Scott and Brett, two non-perverted nice guys who actually were friends with her because of her personality, got hired on. She didn't want to do anything that'd get either of them fired.
So, that was why she was now sitting next to her father as he flirted with some random bimbo groupie while having his alcoholic beverages served to him on a silver platter.
I repeat; damn publicity stunts.
It was then that the cameras started flashing again, blinding her momentarily. She growled under her breath, trying to control her temper. After all, she didn't want another lecture from her dad once she got home about how his reputation was very important and how she shouldn't do a single thing to endanger the vision he gave the public of him being a very caring and very powerful man.
What bullshit.
Well, at least she got to watch Gohan fighting Dominic, the pervert who'd been on her case ever since freshmen year. Videl wasn't quite sure if that was a good thing, considering that one, she wasn't sure of how to think about Gohan at the moment and two, she had no idea if Gohan would even be able to take out Dominic. After all, the stupid kid was the freakin' football captain; of course he had muscle to that body of his.
But Gohan has a lot more, from the looks of it. Did I mention it looks really nice…?
Videl allowed a small, goofy grin to appear on her face before realizing just who she was thinking about. Squeaking quietly she covered her eyes, trying to get rid of the damn visions that were popping up in her head.
"Gohan? Innocent. Current thoughts of Gohan? Not so innocent. Argh, I'm gonna grow up to be an ecchi like Sharpener…"
"What, hey? It takes more than those kinda thoughts to become as great as me, Videl."
Videl yelped again, nearly toppling out of her chair as she thanked Kami that her dad was too preoccupied to notice her misstep.
"Sharpener… Erasa? The heck you two doing here?" she muttered, dusting off her shirt as she regained her balance.
"Visiting you!" Erasa bubbled brightly, all smiles. "Even though, from the sounds of it, you'd rather have some alone time with you-know-who…"
Sharpener laughed at the suddenly pale complexion of Videl's features. "I never knew you had it so bad! Sounds like Gohan just might get lucky tonight!"
Videl, whose eyes were wide as saucers before, instantly narrowed them as she growled. Getting out of her seat, she grabbed both Sharpener and Erasa by an arm as she yanked them into the equipment room that stood behind the specialized seating area for the honored guests of the tournament.
The two teens, caught by surprise by the sudden movement, stumbled into the room behind their raven-haired friend. Wincing as she slammed the door shut, they instantly took on innocent expressions as she spun around to glower at them.
Hands on her hips, her eyes flashed angrily as she snapped out at the pair; "What the hell was that for?"
Blinking in a confused manner, Erasa tilted her head to the side. "What was what for?"
"That!" Videl shot an obvious look towards the seating area at which they had been in previously.
"That what?"
"Just… just… For crying out loud! That, god damn it, that! All of it!"
"All of wh--"
Sharpener cut off Erasa before she could piss Videl off anymore. "Hon. Babe." Leaning back, he whispered into her ear.
"Ooooh… I get it!" Erasa brightened for a moment before looking at Videl with a frown on her face. "Why didn't you say so?!"
And I thought Gohan was the only one who was that oblivious, she inwardly grumbled to herself. Replacing her hands on her hip, she didn't respond, only continued to glower at the now cringing pair of teenagers that stood before her. She wanted an answer, and she wanted it now. It wasn't everyday that Satan Videl was heard mumbling random things about the school's hottie of the year.
"Videl, it's not like it's a big deal," Erasa eventually grumbled, frowning as she pouted. "After all, both me and Sharpy think you two would be a totally adorable couple. What's the big problem with us hearing you say exactly what we wanted to hear from you about Gohan?"
Videl, caught off-guard, blinked. "Huh?"
It was then that Sharpener broke in, deciding to explain the situation for Erasa. "Y'see, Erasa wanted to hook you guys up and I, being the exceptionally good boyfriend that I am, agreed to help. We tried hooking you guys up a few times but it really didn't work, and we were gonna try something else during the match if you two fought or something, but--"
"--We can tell you don't need the help," Erasa interrupted with a grin.
"What?" Videl was now incredibly embarrassed. They'd tried to play matchmaker with her and Gohan? Okay, not that she didn't mind the prospect of it being Gohan and all, but the fact that they had thought they'd be great together and stuff and had gone the extra mile was kind of… well, yeah. It was just plain embarrassing.
And now they know I'm interested – very interested. That means Erasa's going to stop at nothing to get us alone together for even a second, and Sharpener will be making perverted comments whenever he gets the chance in front of us. Great. Juuuust great.
"You know what we said, Del! But no worries, hey? I mean, not like trying to hook you two up was a bad thing."
Videl was ready to burst with embarrassment when Erasa suddenly squealed and grabbed her arm, dragging her to a nearby window where Sharpener was already positioned.
"Oh, my gosh! Look at Gohan go!"
Eyes widening as she viewed the scene before her, Videl didn't even notice her jaw drop.
And he's damn good at martial arts too… Videl, you've got it bad.
"Bitch!" Dominic launched into the air, diving towards Gohan with a flurry of punches at his disposal. He flung a hard one to the right, followed quickly by a left-right double punch, then finished up with a rough side-kick that ended with a reversed hook. You could say he was surprised when he realized none hit.
"Having trouble?" Gohan smirked, his eyes shadowing as he narrowed them to better view his opponent. White-teeth flashed in his smug grin as he dropped back from Dominic, releasing the foot that he'd held captive after blocking the multiple hits.
He'd take his time with this one.
Circling slowly around the now infuriated football captain, he kept his fists loosely clenched before him, in obvious relaxation. From experience, he knew that nothing was more annoying than realizing that your current rival was completely at ease. It worked.
Dominic's temper flared and he once again swiped his hand over his dark hair, a gesture that seemed to only add to his over-confident disposition. He stepped back as well, moving to the side as he mimicked Gohan's movements, following them.
"Trouble? None at all, just getting started. Don't get your hopes up, boy," he sneered through a mocking grin. "The only one who's in trouble is you, since you're too scared to make an attack!"
"Too scared to attack? Good one." Gohan simply returned the grin, his eyebrow arching. "It's more like trying to give the audience a good show. If I actually wanted to beat you quickly, I could. But five-minute fights are boring, no?"
"Huh." Dominic easily swung his fists before his face, keeping them clenched. "It looks like that idiotic Sharpener and his mouth have gotten to you. I guess I'll just have to take you out fast then, you're not worth the time!"
It was then that Dominic began his second set of attacks. Gohan only rolled his eyes as he continued to unconsciously block the maneuvers; this match was going to go nowhere. At least the audience was probably getting a good show, one that he was going to end relatively soon. Know why?
Dominic was making disrespectful ass-like comments about what he'd do with Videl after winning, and Gohan, being a son of Chi Chi, was very much against these ass-like comments; especially since they were being made about Videl. But first? Humiliation.
The corner of Gohan's lip twitched slightly as he eventually allowed his fists to drop to his sides, only moving his upper-body to dodge each swing of Dominic's fists. Ooh, this was getting to be really, really sad. He was gonna break out laughing unless Dominic hit him – oh.
Gohan was knocked out of his bored irritation by a light whack across the jaw, blinking once as he straightened. He looked to Dominic who had turned around and was in the process of waving both hands in the air triumphantly.
"Yeah, that's right, folks! Dominic is the man! Dominic is the man!" he hollered, shaking a fist above his head.
"Uh, hmm." Gohan regarded his rival's back for a moment before shrugging and tapping him on the shoulder.
"Huh, what?" Dominic turned and nearly fell over backwards as he realized that the spiky-haired teen hadn't, in fact, been floored, but was instead standing right behind him. "Eep!"
Gohan grinned crookedly before slowing drawing his fist back, taking his time as the football captain stayed in place with a dazed look on his face, before rapidly flinging the clenched fist forward.
Dominic's eyes widened as he squeaked. "Uh oh…"
With a loud smash, the fist connected with the teen's face and he flew backwards, whizzing through the air before crashing into a wall. He slid down its surface to land with a thump on the grass, blinking quickly before nearly bursting into tears.
"My… nose!"
Dominic was carried off on a stretcher by several doctors, all the while screeching and holding his now very broken and very bloodied nose with both hands.
Gohan grinned shyly, returned to his usual self, as he walked back towards the dressing rooms, the roar of the crowd deafening. Let's not forget that the Gohan Fan Club had all come to support their favorite boy on campus, regardless of whether they'd gone to Camp Hercule to begin with.
He hadn't hit Dominic hard, just enough to show him just who he was messing with, and what he was capable of. He didn't think the captain would need much more warning… Then again, Gohan didn't know Dominic too well, did he?
Gohan stepped cautiously past the threshold of the training room, not quite sure of what to expect. If he was lucky, Videl and the others had completely forgotten that he had to fight and had missed the match. But then again, Gohan wasn't exactly the lucky-type.
First thing he saw before being bowled over was one very astonished Videl, a goofily-grinning Sharpener, and a screeching Erasa that was running straight for him.
"Gohan!" Videl managed to get out as she kneeled next to Gohan's head, staring at him with wide eyes as she completely ignored the blonde-haired girl that was still busy babbling about Gohan's win while practically jumping on his knocked-over body.
"I didn't know that you knew how to fight that well…" She trailed off, looking at him expectantly with a slightly raised eyebrow.
Gohan blinked, gave a nervous laugh and attempted to scratch the back of his head. "Well, uh, it was nothing?" He shrugged weakly, hoping it'd be a good enough explanation.
The corner of Videl's mouth twitched and she was about to launch a barrage of questions that Gohan was obviously dreading when Sharpener, in a moment of oblivious-ness, butted in.
He bopped Gohan on the side of the arm with a light punch, grinning widely all the while. "Gohan, my man! I knew you could kick his ass the entire time, didn't I, babe?"
Erasa quirked an eyebrow while she smirked, deciding not to respond to the question.
The blonde-haired teen laughed nervously, a sweatdrop running down the side of his temple as he glanced to his girlfriend before looking back at Gohan. "Well, maybe I was a little scared for you here and there, but you did good, didn't ya? Yes, you did!"
Sharpener nodded his head once quickly before deciding to make a quick exit after realizing that both girls were giving him the eye, only to be followed by his still evilly-grinning girlfriend.
"Well, that was interesting." Videl placed her hands on her hips, looking to the door as Gohan managed to stumble to his feet.
Casting a glance in the raven-haired girls' direction, Gohan started tip-toeing towards the backdoor of the training room, hoping to make an easy escape. After all, he could tell that Videl was very curious as to how he beat the football captain and that he wouldn't be able to get out of it without some physical damage.
"Hold it right there, buddy."
Gohan squeaked as a hand grabbed his ear, yanking him back. Unfortunately, since he was pulled pretty much off balance by the sudden pain from the side of his head he toppled over backwards, landing on Videl.
"Damn it! Gohaaaan, muscle weighs a lot!" Videl attempted to shove Gohan off her body as the boy in turn tried to scramble up, only resulting in standing partially up for a few seconds before completely falling down again, this time slamming his head into the wooden floor.
"Piece of… ow… Kami…" Gohan groaned, rubbing his now sore head with an indentation in his spikey-black hair where he had hit himself. Sitting up, he heaved a sigh, shaking his head to clear the fuzziness. Now, why was the floor squirming?
"Gohan!" Videl, finally tired of having a body sitting on her stomach, yanked one leg out from under Gohan and kneed him with it while shoving at him with both hands.
Once again, Gohan fell over, this time hitting his head into one of the table's wooden legs.
"Gaaah!" he yelped as he scooted away from his wooden attacker, again clutching at his head with both hands. "Ow, ow, ow!" he whimpered, rubbing his head harder now as he attempted to get rid of the growing bruises on his form. "It huuuurts!"
Videl, blinking, tilted her head to the side as she regarded Gohan with a skeptical glance. So he was the one who had just defeated the football captain in what looked to be a very heated match? Talk about split personalities.
"Gohan…" she began as she straightened, crossing her arms before her chest. "It really isn't—"
"Owwww, owwww, owwww!" Gohan continued, now with a large frown on his lips as he poked the side of his head.
"Gohan, it's not so—"
"The pain!"
"—not so—"
"Kami, why are you so—"
"Shush!" Rolling her eyes, Videl plucked a bag of ice from the refrigerator at her side and took a seat behind Gohan, slapping his hands away to rest the bag against the bruise on his head. "As I was saying… it's really not that bad, Gohan!"
Blinking his now wide eyes, Gohan tilted his head slightly and attempted to look at Videl from where he was sitting, which turned out to be impossible due to the fact that he wasn't quite capable of turning his head completely around.
"Stop moving your head!"
"Okaaaay!" The demi-Saiyan froze in place, not budging a muscle – he really didn't feel like facing the wrath of Videl at the moment.
He had to admit that he didn't mind being fussed over by Videl and was starting to actually enjoy the attention, almost purring before realizing that it probably would be pretty embarrassing if Videl noticed how much he was enjoying the experience.
Videl paused, pulling the bag of ice away from the teenager's head. "There's not even a bruise," she muttered thoughtfully, one eyebrow quirked in suspicion. I mean, Gohan had announced that it was painful and he did hit his head pretty hard, but there wasn't any evidence of it.
Son Gohan, there's just something about you…
"Uhh, I have a hard head." Gohan grinned sheepishly as stumbled to his feet, rubbing the back of his head in a Goku-like manner.
The girl got to her feet as well, looking to Gohan once more with a disbelieving frown before changing it to a slight smirk, regaining her familiar expression. "So that'd explain why when Dominic hit you in the face you didn't even go down, right?"
"Wha… Uh, I—no?" he stuttered, instantly going into a defensive panic mode. "I never got hit in the face!"
"Oh, yes you did," Videl shot back, before pointing in the direction of a TV screen. "You see that? They show the entire match there and do close-ups and all. Also, it's all recorded, so I can pull up the part when you were punched smack in the face whenever I want. So don't even deny it, Son Gohan!" The girl grinned triumphantly at Gohan, folding her arms over her chest. "So now, explain why it didn't hurt."
Oh, crap. Crap, crap, craaaap! Gah! Technology these days… Gohan hesitated for a moment before brightening. "He doesn't punch very well!"
Videl rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right. It looked like it was a pretty hard punch, Gohan."
"It may have looked that way but it was actually terrible form, you see," began the teenager, raising a finger. "First off, he wasn't right on in aim – it actually just grazed the skin so it didn't really hurt a bit. Secondly, he was using more of a street-brawl type of fighting style in which he gets his power from the swing of his fists, not really from within himself. Those two faults let up to a faulty attack which looked painful but actually wasn't."
Videl, slack-jawed, stared at Gohan with wide eyes before shaking herself out of her temporary shock to grumble mentally; Once a nerd, always a nerd. And a cute one at that…
Not yet realizing that she had just thought to herself that Gohan was cute she merely growled at the boy in front of her, only crossing her arms more tightly across her chest in response. "Do you have to take everything so … so … Arg, do you just hafta calculate everything?!"
Gohan, now worried, frowned in momentary confusion. "But Videl, if you want to gain an advantage over your foe in battle, you need to not only use your physical talent but also your head to calculate your opponent's technique in order to retain the upper hand."
"Yes, but…" Videl shook her head with a sigh, restraining the urge to bury her face in her hands. "Can't you ever just sit back and let loose, not think about what you're doing and just do it?"
"Just do it?" Gohan repeated the words once, as if in disbelief. He had never really considered going into battle without knowing exactly what it was he wanted to do, and had never done so – except for once, when he had gotten a bit out of control.
Actually, not just a bit. Going psychopathically-flirtatiously-aggressive was more than just a 'bit out of control'.
Damn Saiyan side.
Gohan considered his answer for a second before picking the safest choice of the day; "You mean that Nike commercial?"
Videl's expression immediately went blank as she blinked numerous times. "What did you—" she started in a monotone, before blinking and, with a scowl, turned away. "Baka," she muttered under her breath as she paced to the other side of the room.
The demi-Saiyan's eyes followed the girl for a moment before he shrugged, flashing a grin at her turned back. She was pretty cute when she was annoyed.
Erk, I didn't just think that…
Fortunately for Gohan, his self-inflicted embarrassment was interrupted by a loud announcement that could be heard echoing throughout the stadium.
"And now, for our next contestants!"
Cracking his knuckles, he ran a hand back over his head, a sneer forming on his face. This was it. The first of many battles, all of which would end with him the victor… With the money, the fame, and the girl.
All his.
Rob smirked as he slowly drew up his fists in front of him before mockingly beckoning the man before him with a slight quirk of his finger. His opponent was one of the boys that he'd seen hanging out with the jocks, a football player to be sure. The guy was cocky, a player, and an all-out popular guy of Orange Star High.
And he was going to go down quickly – but not painlessly.
In the back of his mind he knew that his original intent was only to hurt Gohan, but it had intensified to something more. He knew that some of the students mocked him as he took on the role of the oblivious and pervertedly dorky counselor, laughing behind his back as if they thought that he would never know.
But he knew plenty, and grew to detest it, taking on the view that as the stronger, he had the right to be respected, feared, and worshipped. After all, he wasn't your average human being.
It happened during a time that now came back only as jumbled memories to him but he could recall the part before which he became better than before, a modified being of sorts. Improved, revamped, changed. Something other than what he had been before.
It gave him something that others didn't have and he was going to use it to his advantage. It would be with this power that he had, this strength, he would tear the boy that stood between him and his claim to fame apart limb by limb, making the torture unfathomable to the average mind. The boy would die; If not before the crowd which would be cheering them on, then later, when he was alone. He would die… slowly.
Whatever gets in my way dies, Rob thought with a sneer as he envisioned the future death of Son Gohan . "And because you already have, don't be surprised when I come to kill you."
With a snarl, Rob lunged towards his unsuspecting opponent with lightning fast reflexes, fists slamming powerfully into tender skin.
Weakling.
"Hahahahaaaa! I am, the great and fantastic Hercule! Take a picture!"
Hercule struck a pose, one arm outstretched in front of him while the other did the same behind him, standing tippy-toe on one foot while the other was suspended midair.
"Aren't I pretty! … Well, aren't I?!"
Scott (your friendly neighborhood body-guard) shot a look at Brett and sighed before glancing back to his boss, adjusting his shades on his eyes. "You look very pretty, sir."
"Of course I do! Hahahahahahaaaa!"
Brett rolled his eyes as he kept his hands clasped behind his back. Sometimes I don't think he pays us enough.
After Sharpener had gotten Erasa to stop smirking all evil-like at him ('cause it kinda freaked him out a little) they had decided to sit down somewhere away from everyone else and, surprisingly enough, not make-out but instead discuss the current events going on in Sector Gohan-Videl.
"Well, we know Videl likes Gohan so far," Erasa muttered once, a thoughtful look on her face, "but we're not sure about Gohan yet."
"Who knows? After all, you can never tell with those shy little lock-everything-up guys that think its more fun to be stepped on than be the stepper," Sharpener decided as he sipped at his Coke.
Erasa paused, raising an eyebrow in Sharpener's direction. "Stepped on, stepper?... Sharpener, dear, I think you've had too much Coke."
"What you talkin' 'bout?! This is only my fifth 'un!"
"Hon, I thought we talked about this… Five sodas is not good calorie-wise and besides, Pepsi's the way to go. Dump the Coke."
"Aww, but…!"
"I said, dump the stinkin' Coke!"
The Coke bottle found itself being chucked through the air to land with a plop in the trashcan.
Erasa gave a satisfied nod and continued with her evaluation with the current situation between the hopefully couple-to-be.
"So, yeah, anyways. How can we find out if Gohan likes Videl? We never see anything really happen between them besides a lot of blushing on Gohan's part… But then again, he's almost always blushing about something. Did I mention it's adorable?"
Sharpener rolled his eyes. "Yes, dear, multiple times. Doesn't mean I'll start blushing on the hour for you, though… But don't ya think we ought to just let 'em alone and see if any sparks spark up there? I mean, not like we got together in public view."
Erasa glanced to Sharpener, blinking multiple times. "Uh, Sharpener. Almost everybody knew that I liked you and that you liked me before we did, and we hooked up on the stage at the dance in full-view and everyone clapped and whistled and yadda yadda."
Sharpener's expression went blank. "What's that got to do with anything?"
The girl blinked again and smacked her forehead with her hand, looking away as she muttered under her breath; "Sometimes I think I'm going out with a wall."
Regaining her composure, Erasa decided to ignore Sharpener's last comment. "Maybe you're right about letting them alone for awhile… We gotta get them to be alone together though, they almost never do that. At least not for a long enough time for them to get anything done."
With a mischievous grin, the girl pulled out a pencil and paper and began scribbling down instructions as Sharpener stood, peeking over her shoulder.
"What you doin'?" he asked, frowning slightly in confusion.
The girl flashed a triumphant and determined grin in her boyfriend's direction. "Get ready for Operation Gohan and Videl, the Success!"
Gohan made his way out towards the fighting platform, his name having been announced for his fifth match. He didn't even know the guy he was going against but he didn't really care – he was too busy wondering what in the heck had happened during one of the last few matches.
He hadn't cared enough to watch it and instead spent the time attempting to dodge Videl's verbal accusations, then left to muddle and think up new excuses. But now he was regretting not watching the last fight, 'cause apparently it had been a pretty bad one.
One of the contestants, the one who obviously lost, had to be taken out on a stretcher. Also, there was a small break taken in the fighting so that several men could mop up the some blood that had fallen onto the platform, attempting to take away any risks of slipping.
The boy was a little more than surprised that any one of the contestants would actually go beyond just beating his competitor but would also go to the length to hurt him more than necessary. After all, he thought to himself, it's just for fun… and money, I s'pose.
Apparently the crowd had loved the entrance of the blood into the battle and had cheered the guy on, whoever he was. Gohan was going to ask someone who the heck he was but didn't have enough time to do so when his name was suddenly called for the next match, the platform having been cleaned up properly.
So here he was, standing and wondering what had happened as his competitor stood before him, looking at him with a frown.
"Hey you, dumbass, aren't you going to do something?"
"Huh?" Gohan shook himself out of his train of thought and looked to the boy before him, who had already settled into a defensive position. "Oh, right. We started, I guess…" he mumbled, pulling up his own fists as he prepared for the onslaught of attacks.
A minute went by…
And another…
Then a third…
And, surprisingly enough, no attacks came.
Blinking, Gohan tilted his head as he looked at his rival. "Uh, excuse me? Haven't we started?"
The boy gave an exasperated sigh. "Yes, you idiot. So get on with it!"
"But, aren't you going to attack me? I mean, we are fighting, aren't we?" By now, the son of Goku was thoroughly confused.
"Don't ask questions! Just fight!" the boy barked in response, setting himself into a deeper stance.
"Uhhh, right…" With a mental shrug, Gohan slowly advanced then jabbed once at the boy, at a speed that he knew a ten-year-old human could dodge.
It hit.
With an exaggerated grunt the boy flew backwards a long, long ways – in fact, he fell so far back that Gohan's eyes widened in shock as the boy stumbled off the edge of the platform, landing with a thump on the grass as the bell rang, signaling Gohan's victory.
What the… I barely touched him! Gohan took several steps towards his defeated rival when he was stopped by the announcer, who covered up the mic with his hand, removing his sunglasses with the other.
"Hey, kid, you won! Y'go back thattaways, y'know?" He glanced back towards the training room before replacing his sunglasses and reassuming his announcer persona.
"And so Son Gohan advances a level, ladies and gentlemen, an amazing victory in which he sent his opponent sailing with just a single punch! Look to our Satan SkyCam for an instant reply of the spectacular attack…"
Gohan nodded numbly as he gradually turned, making his way back towards the training room amidst the roars and screams of the crowd. He didn't hear the cheers at all, however – he was too busy being utterly and completely confused.
Sometimes, he had to admit, he misjudged his strength. Every once in awhile it'd happen, like the time when instead of hammering a nail into a wall for a picture frame he hammered a hole into the wall, resulting in Chi Chi hitting him over the head with the infamous frying pan and sending him to bed without dinner.
Boy, that was some punishment… His stomach rumbled in agreement as painful memories arouse before his brain refocused on the current dilemma.
But this time, this one, single time, he knew just exactly how much power he was exerting with that punch, just how much it would hurt the average human, and what it should do if it hit. And it wasn't even supposed to hit! It went at an incredibly slow pace for even the average human kind and he wouldn't be surprised if even an amateur blocked the hit with ease.
But did that guy even try to block the hit? No. And did he even try to attack Gohan to begin with? Nuh uh.
A small frown formed on Gohan's face. Something fishy is going on here…
His stomach rumbled again. Gohan looked down at his complaining body-part and sighed, shaking his head as he headed towards the small buffet table in another part of the small training room – he just had to stop referring to food in his thoughts.
Videl soon found herself once again stuck in a chair next to her father who was now, sadly enough, striking random poses for a group of photographers that came from several numerous fan magazines, one being Sexy Man Monthlyand another being Saviors of the World! Your Monthly Heroes, both being magazines that she concluded were nothing but trash, junk, and completely useless to boot.
Actually, she hesitated for a moment, Sexy Man Monthly makes really good fire-burning material… at least it did last time I checked using dad's latest issue. Besides, not like anyone in there is actually sexy or anything.
The irritated look on her face instantly disappeared as an image of someone who she thought deserved to be the cover photo for Sexy Man Monthly, a trademark smirk forming on her face as she thought exactly of what kind of pictures would be taken… Before shaking herself out of her reverie, nearly punching herself upside the head.
Ahhh!! Bad thoughts, bad! Bad, bad, bad! Okay Videl, let's get our brain back on track here… Yes, martial arts fighting… Fighting, fighting – Gohan fights martial arts, he's really good and pretty darn sexy too… Wait… Damn!!
She bopped herself on the side of her head several times in a panic, attempting to rid herself of any thoughts/images of a certain spiky-haired Saiyan. It almost worked, 'cept then she realized she was hearing a voice that was repeating Gohan's name over and over.
And it was doing this very loudly.
Videl blinked, then attempted to cover her ears and block out the sound that she thought was coming from her head. Not like she needed her brain constantly chanting Gohan's name anyways… It wasn't like she didn't think of him enough already.
When thinking about something else didn't work, she paused and released the hold on her ears, quirking an eyebrow. That bloody sound wasn't coming from her head, but from the damn loudspeaker which had been convienently placed next to her.
"…Yes, you heard right, folks! The finalists this time around are Satan Videl, the brave and beautiful warriorress, Robert Johnson, the well-known and, uh, well-liked Head Camp Counselor, and Son Gohan, who appears to be the favorite of the ladies!"
Screeches could be heard from the crowd.
"And it is Son Gohan and Robert Johnson that will now battle next in a match that will determine who will continue moving up towards the top. Prepare, gentlemen, for your battle will begin in five minutes!"
Videl froze, face expression shocked. Gohan made it to the finals?
To be continued…