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Note to A.O.Y.U. – Hahahaha! You sound just like me when I review people. It's certainly a surprise to receive a review like the ones I give to other people. D You said that I write in past tense then present tense huh? Okay, I'll tell you a little secret. I've just written the first chapter 30 minutes prior to posting. I liked the idea so much that I just had to get it out as soon as possible, hence the arrival of many grammatical errors. That part about "Two seats down was a pretty girl, but she needs to loose the pigtails." That was supposed to be a private thought although I could've written it like "Two seats down was a pretty girl who needed to lose her pigtails." - that could work right? But then, I'm too lazy to go back and change or proofread my work for the matter. Another part, about the character description and stuff… I normally do that sort of stuff, but once again, laziness has claimed me. Hehe. D and lastly…. Oops!! I forgot that nobody was actually one word! I'm glad that you like what I have out so far. For future chapters, I'll try to follow your suggestions, after all that's what I usually do for my other works. P By the way… Keep reviewing! I'd like to know what you think of future chapters. Perhaps throw in an idea or two while you're at it!
SaiyanPrincess77 – Hahahaha! The Wretched Life of Our Hero will be updated as soon as I get it back from my beta reader. ShaggyDiz points out a LOT of stuff I need fix, so if you want a good chapter, you'll just have to be patient. Plus, give credit for ShaggyDiz for all the effort he's put into editing something that's almost twenty pages long.
Pan Son – Videl. Pigtails. Videl. Pigtails. Videl. Pigtails. Something just doesn't add up here. Especially the fact that she chopped off her hair in the um… Saiyaman Saga was it? Let's just say that her hair grew back REALLY REALLY fast, k? She looks better with long hair (down) anyways!
Ying FA – Swim suits! Are you mad! What in the world makes you think that they're gonna wear swimsuits? Just kidding! I love the idea! Another way to torture Gohan! He's a bit shy ya see… Hehe.
Katt – Nice sense of humor. Thank you for the comments. By the way… was the first chapter really funny? I thought the funny part was the torture of having Gohan go through with the photo shoots. But oh well. D
Cutsy – Gohan in a soap opera… hmmm…. Not a bad idea… not a bad idea… Hehe.
Other readers – Keep reviewing! It's really giving me confidence to finish this fic. And A.O.Y.U. isn't the only one who can give me ideas. You can too! You know, the more torture, the better! Okay… I guess I got a little hyper there because of all the Hahahaha and smiles I typed. So um… enjoy!
Previous Chapter:
"What! Why?" asked an astonished Gohan.
She held up one of the papers and said, "You get your face on a magazine, you get famous, not because you defeated Cell, and the pay is very high."
"How much are they paying?" asked Goten.
"Six thousand zeni per shoot! Gohan you are going to keep up with your studies and get a job! It's about time you get one!"
"What?!" screamed Gohan.
Gohan lay in bed that night. He could not fall asleep after what his mother had said. 'Is she crazy or something? Why would I want such a job? If I really needed a job, I could just find a normal job in the city, maybe at a fast food restaurant. I understand why it would work for Videl, but me? Heck, even Sharpner would work better than me!' He closed his eyes and concentrated on falling asleep. However, he was not going to get any that night.
He'd just remembered that models have to dress up in weird clothes and do special scenes for the magazine. "I don't want to be a model!" Gohan yelled in annoyance.
"Gohan! Shut up and go to sleep!" screamed an angry voice that could only belong to his mother.
Gohan frowned and turned over on his bed. 'Just what I need. Not only does Son Gohan save the world from chaos from the terror know as Cell, he is also some supermodel that people will not leave alone. Great…More girls chasing after me. Like there's not enough doing that at school already? Wait…Just why are they chasing after me?'
He never had the chance the finish the thought as sleep had suddenly snuck up on the young demi-saiyan.
Gohan awoke the next morning at 9 o'clock. Luckily,it was Saturday so he was able to get more sleep. He groggily got out of bed and prepared himself for a day's worth of training. When he walked into the kitchen, he noticed that his father was already eating his breakfast. Gohan couldn't help but smile at the sight of him. He'd really missed his father over the years and was glad to have him back with the family.
"Morning mom, dad," Gohan greeted as he took a seat to the left of his father.
Goku looked up at the sound of his son's voice and cracked a smile. "Morning Gohan!" greeted the elder Son with a mouth full of food.
Chichi came up to the table and whacked Goku on the head. "How many times have I told you to not to talk with your mouth full?" she scolded with a scowl that could match Vegeta's.
"I don't know. I'm guessing three million, six hundred seventy five thousand, four hundred eighty threetimes. No wait…make that three million, six hundred seventy five thousand, four hundred eighty four times!" replied Goku. He was currently looking at a mini notebook he kept in his pocket in which he recorded how many times his wife had told him to do this and that.
"Exactly! And have you learned anything after all the times I've scolded you and hit you over the head with the frying pan?" asked Chichi.
Goku shrugged his shoulders. Once he noticed his wife's angry glare towards him, Goku hurriedly nodded his head furiously and said, "Yes Chichi. By the way, did I mention I love you?" He squeaked out the last part, hoping the calm his wife's nerves.
Chichi sighed and shot her husband a sweet smile. "Just don't ever do it again, honey. Now eat your breakfast. It's getting cold."
"Yes dear!" Goku smiled at her before returning to devour his gigantic, yet tasty, meal.
Gohan stared at his mother for a second, hoping for her to deliver his breakfast. Chichi went to get another gigantic plate and placed it in front of her son. "Did you tell the agency that you've accepted the job?"
"Not yet," he replied, his intent gaze upon the food in front of him. Drool was beginning to leak out from side of his mouth, but he tried to restrain himself.
Chichi pulled the plate back a little. "What do you mean you haven't yet?"
Gohan's eyes traced the plate of food. "I haven't called them up yet."
Chichi began to walk away with the plate and placed it on the counter. "Well? Go call them! No, wait…Go tell them in person."
"But my breakfast…" whined the demi-saiyan.
She smiled wickedly. "You'll get to eat after you tell them you accept the job."
"But mom…" Gohan practically had his arms reaching out for the dish of food sitting on top of the kitchen counter.
"I don't see you getting yourself up," she said.
Gohan pouted and stood up from his chair. "I'll go, but you better save me some breakfast. I'm practically starving!"
"Then you better get a move on it."
He grabbed the manila envelope sitting on top of the counter right next to his breakfast and walked toward the closest door to the outside, which happened to be the back door.
This time Goku took the time to swallow the food in his mouth and said, "Good luck Gohan."
"Thanks dad." Gohan sighed and took off in the air toward the address imprinted on the envelope.
Chichi stuck her head out the window and yelled, "Goten! Breakfast's ready!"
Immediately a younger version of Goku appeared by the doorstep with muddy hands. Obviously he had been playing with the pet lizard he found yesterday.
She looked at her son disapprovingly and sighed. "Goten, go wash your hands, then you may have your breakfast. She grabbed the plate on the 'kitchen counter' and placed it at the place where Goten would normally sit.
"Excuse me, you're looking for Miss Amaya and Mr. Takeshita?" asked the secretary.
"Yes," answered an impatiently waiting Gohan. The longer this took, the longer it would take him to get home and eat his breakfast.
"What's your name?"
"Son Gohan."
The woman looked through her appointment log and said, "Sorry Mr. Son, but you currently do not have an appointment with Mr. Takeshita and Miss Amaya. Now if you don't mind, please leave."
"But I um…I um…damn," he cursed. He gripped the manila envelope tighter and turned around. Just as he was about to open the door leading to the outside, there were two people laughing outside heading toward the door.
The woman noticed Gohan and said, "Oh, it's you! What's your name again?"
"Son Gohan."
Emi smiled. "So Gohan, have you thought over our little proposition? Did your mother agree to you taking this job?"
Gohan nodded. "It didn't take long to convince her after she noticed how much you're paying per shoot."
"Of course! Now come right back in so we can get the paperwork done." Mita walked into the building and gestured for Gohan to follow.
Gohan followed the duo down a few halls full of colorful paintings and magazines behind glass. When they arrived at their office, Gohan was simply amazed by the size of the room. It was gigantic! Well, nothing compared to the rooms of Capsule Corp, but still enormous nonetheless.
"Please sit down," instructed Emi.
Gohan nodded and seated himself in the chair that was placed in front of Emi's desk. He looked around the room and noticed many certificates and photographs. 'They must be very successful,' he thought to himself.
He was snapped out of his reverie by Mita's voice. "Do you have the form we gave you yesterday? It's all right if you don't. We have another one if you didn't bring it."
Gohan looked through the manila envelope and extracted the contents. "This form, right?"
Emi smiled and pointed to certain parts of the piece of paper. "Sign here, here, here, and here."
"Um…okay." Gohan took the pen Emi offered him and scribbled his name on various parts of the paper. "Do you need my address and the rest of the stuff?"
"Of course! We just wanted you to sign those parts first so we can guarantee that your employment is official."
Gohan nodded dumbly and filled out the rest of the form.
"Good!" Emi handed the form for Mita to process through the computer. Mita raced to his desk across the room and began to enter the data.
Emi extended her hand to Gohan and said, "Welcome to 'Teen Love.'"
Gohan shook her hand and smiled.
"Okay. Are you getting good grades in school?" she asked.
Gohan nodded.
"Good. You won't fall behind if we excuse you from a few of your classes right?" she asked.
"Not really, but my mother would prefer for you have the photo shoots after school. That way, it won't interfere with my time to learn during school," replied Gohan.
"Hmmm…But our next magazine's deadline is by the end of next week. There's no way we can finish all those photos after school by next week." She looked thoughtful for a moment before a smile came to her lips. "You don't mind if we excuse you from school for a week do you? We could convince your teachers to give you a break on the homework and tests."
"That could work," agreed Gohan.
"Great. Come here tomorrow and hand the secretary your ID card so that you're allowed to walk freely throughout the building."
"What ID card?" asked Gohan.
Emi snapped her fingers and Mita handed Gohan a plastic little card with his name, address, and everything. On the very top of the ID card was the 'Teen Love' logo.
"Hey, where did you get this picture of me?" asked Gohan.
"It's the same one as your school ID," replied Mita.
Gohan stared at the card for a moment before realizing that the image was indeed the same one used on his school ID.
"Oh, by the way, would you mind giving Ms. Satan her ID card as well?"
Gohan shook his head.
"Good." Mita placed another card similar to Gohan's, except for the picture and information, in front of him. "Take care now."
Gohan nodded dumbly and left with the two ID cards in his hands. As he walked down the halls to exit the building, he couldn't help but stare at Videl's picture on the ID. Her school ID card must be hilarious. When the photographer took the picture, she was glaring and she had stuck her tongue out. ( P ) 1
He landed softly on the front lawn of the Satan mansion and walked up to the front door. When he knocked on the front door, he was greeted with the sight of Mr. Satan.
"Oh it's you, Gohan. Are you here to give my baby another sparring lesson?" asked Mr. Satan.
Gohan shook his head. "Well, actually not now. I'm just here to drop this off. I'll come back to give Videl her sparring lessons later."
Mr. Satan nodded his head, understanding what he meant. "Just hand over what you came to drop off and I'll give it to her." He extended his hand, signaling for Gohan to place whatever object he was holding into it.
"Um... Sorry Mr. Satan, but this is something that Videl requested for you to not see. You don't mind if I come in quickly to give this to her, do you?"
He sighed. "What could Videl want to keep a secret from me?"
"You don't really want to know."
Mr. Satan moved aside and opened the door fully. "Here, be quick. If I catch you making out with my daughter, I'll kick your sorry ass!"
"What?" screeched Gohan. "No sir! I would never do that! Videl and I are just friends!" Gohan quickly ran down the halls and up the stairs toward Videl's room.
"Of course he won't! I am Mr. Satan! The strongest man in the world!" he laughed cockily. Just then he muttered under his breath, "After the Z Senshi of course. If they hear me say that in front of them, they'll kick my ass!"
Gohan screeched to a stop in front of Videl's bedroom. He knocked softly on the door and waited for a response. A few seconds later, the door opened to reveal Videl in her usual clothing.
"Hey, Gohan. Here for my sparring lesson already?" she asked.
He shook his head. He reached into his pocket and retrieved her ID card. "Actually I'm here to drop off your ID card for the magazine company."
"Oh, thanks Gohan." She took the card from his hand and observed the piece of plastic. She soon found herself lost in laughter.
"What's so funny, Videl?" he asked, obviously confused about the reason forher laughter.
She stopped laughing long enough to point to her ID card. "I thought that they would burn this picture and use the other picture."
Gohan laughed. "I'm afraid mine came out worse than yours." He took out his own ID card and showed it to her. His school ID looked relatively normal except for the part where Gohan had his mouth full of food with a sheepish smile and a piece of chicken behind his back, a large piece of chicken at that.
"Okay…it looks like you were pretty hungry when they took this picture," Videl stated with a smile.
Gohan laughed again. "I missed breakfast the day they took the picture. I thought it would be alright if I ate before the photo shoot, but it looks like I was wrong."
Videl laughed at that comment.
He looked at his watch and realized that it was already 10:30. "Awww…shoot!"
"Is something wrong Gohan?"
Gohan took the ID back and stuffed it in his pocket. "I missed breakfast today because I had to go to the magazine agency. I'm starving and I really want to eat."
Videl laughed again at the comment. It was just like Gohan to say something like that. "You're coming around later for my sparring lesson, right?"
He smiled and nodded. "See ya later Videl!" With that, he ran all the way down the halls, down the stairs, through more halls, and out the door, before flying home.
Gohan sighed in relief as he finally caught sight of his home. Once he landed, he practically raced into the kitchen. "Okay mom, I told the magazine agency. Now may I have my breakfast?"
"Sure Gohan," Chichi replied happily. She walked over to the kitchen counter where she last left her son's breakfast, but there was one problem The plate of food was not there. "Hmm…what did I do with that food?" she wondered to herself.
"But didn't I already give you your breakfast?" she asked her eldest son uncertainly.
He shook his head. "No. You wouldn't give me my breakfast unless I went to tell the modeling agency that I accepted the job."
Chichi thought for a moment over where the plate of food could've gone. Finally, she snapped her fingers as if she remembered. "Now I remember! I gave your breakfast to Goten!"
"You what?!" screeched the demi-saiyan.
"I – gave – your – breakfast – to – Goten," she repeated slowly.
Gohan groaned. "I heard that part. Mom, I'm really hungry…" he whined. He was beginning to resemble a child whining for a new toy.
"Hold your horses Gohan. I'll fix you up another breakfast!" Chichi reassured her son.
Gohan sighed in relief at his mother's words.
Chichi began to rummage through the cabinets when she realized something. "Gohan, do you mind running down to the store for me?"
"Why's that?" he asked, worry in his voice.
She walked out of the kitchen and sat down in a chair. Chichi pulled out a piece of paper and began scribbling down what groceries she would need.
"Mom? Why do I need to go to the store?" asked Gohan.
Chichi handed the piece of paper over to her eldest son. "It appears that I've cooked all the food we have in the house feeding your father and brother."
"What?!" Gohan screeched again. "You're not serious are you?"
She shook her head. "I'm sorry Gohan, but I'm dead serious."
Gohan groaned and flew out of the house once again.
Going to the market was not a task Gohan wanted to do ever again. When he arrived at the store, people were crowded everywhere, making it hard to move around. Gohan ventured around the store looking for some of the ingredients, but found it difficult since he had no idea where things were located. It took him two hours to find all the items on the grocery list. When he went to the counter to pay for the food, the line was immense.
So then he went home after waiting another half hour in line.
"There! Hopefully now I'll be able to have something to eat!" Gohan said happily as he dropped all the groceries on the table.
Chichi looked through all the grocery bags to check that Gohan bought all the items on her list. "Did I mention that we're out of rice?"
Gohan's eyes widened to the size of saucers.
Gohan collapsed onto the table and muttered, "Okay, here's the rice. May I have my breakfast now?"
Chichi patted her son on the back and smiled. "Of course, but I'm afraid it's lunch time, well a late lunch, and you'll have to share the food with your father and brother."
Gohan groaned again.
He was finally able to eat and he was glad. He checked his watch and noticed that it was two in the afternoon. "I better go and get ready for Videl's sparring lessons."
Luckily, when he went to give Videl her sparring lessons, there wasn't any trouble. That part of the day, he thanked Dende for. However, we don't know if that's how his day will go tomorrow when they prepare for their first photo shoot.
Tomorrow rolled around. The alarm clock went off, but Gohan ignored it and returned to his peaceful slumber.
"Gohan, wake up!" came a child's voice.
"Go away," Gohan muttered. He clutched his pillow tighter and drifted off into sleep once again.
"Gohan! Wake Up!" screamed the child. Goten jumped on top of his brother and waited for Gohan to awaken.
Gohan suddenly bolted up from the sudden weight on his stomach. He looked up to find Goten scowling at him with his arms crossed. "What did I do now?"
"Gohan, your alarm clock woke me up! I was having a very funny dream too!"
"Sorry Goten! I didn't mean to do that!"
Goten remained scowling at his brother.
"Okay, okay! I'll make it up to you with an extra spar tomorrow!" suggested the older demi-saiyan.
Goten smiled at the comment. "Okay! As long as you bring me with you today and get ice cream too!"
"But…okay," Gohan sighed in defeat and crawled out of bed before heading toward the restroom.
When he walked into the kitchen, he prayed to his mom that he would have his breakfast. Luckily she actually gave it to him unlike yesterday. Gohan cringed just thinking about yesterday. As soon as he was done eating, he headed off toward the modeling agency for his first photo shoot.
Just as he arrived at the building, he noticed that Emi and Mita were already waiting for him.
"Okay, there's one. Now where's the other?" Emi asked Mita.
Mita shrugged his shoulders. "I suppose Ms. Satan should arrive here shortly."
Gohan seated himself in one of the chairs in the room. "Um…Videl has police work. She goes out to stop bank robberies and such," he explained.
Just as he finished his last statement, Videl barged in through the doors. "Sorry I'm late."
"That's not a problem. Mr. Son explained the reason for your tardiness. Now if you don't mind, let's start taking pictures!" Emi walked down a few halls and turned right, stopping at a gigantic room full of cameras, different sceneries, and multiple photographers.
"I am not wearing this," complained Gohan. He stared down disgustedly at the pair of tights in his hands and looked up at the costume designers.
"But you must! The first theme of the day is Romeo and Juliet! Romeo must wear tights!" explained one of the costume designers.
"I am definitely not going to wear this!" screamed Gohan.
Suddenly Emi entered the room and asked the reason for the outburst. "Okay, what's the problem?" She looked around the room and noticed the black haired teen with a pair of tights in his hands.
"Ma'am, Mr. Son over here doesn't approve of the wardrobe for the first scene," explained another one of the costume designers.
Emi walked over to Gohan and took the pair of tights from his hands. She examined it and thought nothing of it. "Gohan, what's wrong with the tights?"
"What's wrong? What's wrong? I don't wear tights!" he exclaimed.
Emi sighed and reached a hand up to rub her temple. "Gohan, this is what Romeo wore and so this is what you must wear."
"Uh Uh! No way! There is no way I'm going to wear that!" Gohan whined.
"Come on! This is only for one scene!"
"No way!" Gohan crossed his arms and turned away from Emi.
She held out the tights for another examination, but found nothing wrong with the article of clothing. She released an exasperated sigh.
"Um, how do I look?" asked a voice.
Gohan looked up at the sound of the voice since he recognized it.
Videl pushed the curtains aside and stepped out of the dressing room wearing a beautiful blue dress that reached her ankles.
Emi walked up to the girl and began circling her like a hawk. "There's something off," she commented. She circled Videl a couple more times before she snapped her fingers. "Yuki! Fix Videl's hair! She does not need those two pigtails."
"What? There's nothing wrong with my hair," stated the daughter of Mr. Satan.
"There is with this scene. Juliet should have her hair up, but I think it looks better down." Emi held up an example of the scene they were going to do. The picture she held was a screen shot from an old Romeo and Juliet movie.
Videl studied the picture for a moment before muttering, "I guess…" She turned toward her friend and asked, "What do you think Gohan?"
Gohan stood there speechless. No words would form in his mouth. He was mesmerized with the image of Videl wearing the gown. She looked beautiful.
"He agrees also. You can tell that he agrees since he isn't shaking his head or anything," commented Emi. "Now, if only Gohan would wear his costume, but he refuses to wear the tights."
"Tights?" asked Videl. "Hmm…I don't think Gohan would look too bad in tights."
Gohan was suddenly able to find his voice back after that comment from Videl. "Really?"
Videl nodded. She felt a tap on her shoulder and noticed a hair stylist behind her. "Oh, I better go get my hair done." She followed the hair stylist out of the dressing rooms and into another room.
Emi smiled at the sight of Gohan. "Come on, Romeo. We don't have all day, so get your butt in the dressing room."
He snapped out of his trance and reluctantly entered one of the changing stalls to change into his costume.
"Ah, come on, Gohan! I'm sure it's not that bad," Videl assured her friend that was obviously embarrassed about his costume.
Gohan winced at the sight of himself even in the mirror. He looked ridiculous!
"Gohan, come out or else I'm going in," stated Videl.
"What?" he exclaimed in surprise. "You wouldn't!"
Videl smirked at his scared response. "I would and will if you don't come out in the next three seconds."
Gohan grew horrified at her statement. "You're not serious!"
She couldn't help but laugh at her friend's shyness. "One!"
Instantaneously the body of the son of Goku appeared in front of Videl. She looked him over and came to a conclusion. "Tights are definitely not your choice of clothes."
"Tell me about it," he groaned.
At that moment, Emi decided to appear. "So, have you gotten Gohan in his costume yet?" Then she realized that Gohan was already standing in front of her. "You look marvelous! Now let's go!" She walked out of the dressing room, signaling for the pair to follow.
As they walked out of the room, Gohan noticed how much better she looked with her hair down. He wanted to tell her that she was pretty, but he didn't have the guts, so he kept his mouth shut.
"Okay, that's perfect!" exclaimed Mita. He was just about to give instructions to the photographer when Emi interjected.
"Something's off." She walked around the scene for a few seconds.
Videl was standing at the fake balcony and Gohan was on the ladder.
As she walked around the scene for the fifth time, she finally decided what needed to be done. "Gohan, take Videl's hand and plant a kiss on it. The scene would work much better this way."
Gohan nodded and grabbed Videl's hand. As he bent down to kiss her hand, the photographer took the picture.
"Awesome! One out of twenty three done!" exclaimed Mita.
"Twenty-three?!" screeched Gohan. He released Videl's hand and was about to ask a question when he felt himself leaning backwards for some odd reason. He looked down just in time to have his body connect with the ground. "Ouch," murmured Gohan.
"That was a long day, even if it was the first photo taken," sighed Gohan while rubbing his arm. He looked down at his watch and noticed the time. "No! No! No! No! No! I was supposed to be home two hours ago!"
Videl laughed slightly. "Why is it that you're always late, even if it's not for school?"
"I can't help it." He took another worried glance at his watch and sighed. "Well, I better get going. I'll see you tomorrow, Videl."
She waved to him as he flew off in the distance. "I better get home too." She then flew off in the direction of her own home.
Okay, so Gohan DOES act like a dork. So? He is one in the series right? I'm just trying to add a little torture in his life. Hehe.
I said that was too lazy to correct my grammatical errors right? Well, A.O.Y.U. was nice enough to revise this chapter for me.
Anyways, please give suggestions for the other twenty-two scenes of the "Teen Love" magazine.