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V son sayian - I don't think that they'll EVER stop torturing out young heroes. It's too much fun, so why would they stop? P
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Silver Warrior – Haha. I bet that a lot of people wished that they could've read what happened in the beach scene. However, because of my lack of skill for writing humor, I prefer for fans to let their imaginations go wild as to retain the comedy in the story. Thanks again for your comments and the formal wear thing doesn't sound like such a bad idea… P
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Wiggle-Chicken – I'm sorry to say that I snagged this idea first. However, this was in my head for quite a while so I just had to get it out. I thank you for your time and comments. I hope you enjoy this chapter! D
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Ehh… I feel a little ashamed all of a sudden. Besides not updating for months, it seems as if the amount of reviewers I have isn't that much. But then again… after my long delay, I wouldn't expect anything less. Hehe…. I hope you enjoy this installment!
Previously:
When Videl stepped out of the trailer/dressing room, all Gohan could do was gawk. He felt something come out of his nostril and immediately covered his face with his hands to cover his blushing and the nosebleed. Gohan slapped himself a couple of times to rid himself of any perverted thoughts that might have sneaked into his mind.
"Gohan! Get your butt over here so that we may begin shooting!" yelled Mita
I'm sorry to say that I'll have to skip the scene where they actually shoot the pictures. Let's just say that by the end of session, Emi and Mita only had five good shots, ninety-nine incredibly messed up ones, a whole beach full of chaos, and most of the people injured and in hospitals. It was definitely NOT a pretty site.
Amaya Emi rubbed her temples in frustration. So far they only had three photos in their possession, and it didn't help that they were behind schedule either. She released a heavy sigh and slid over to the end of her desk. Emi withdrew a couple of files from the drawer and threw them on her desk. As she skimmed through each and every page, she felt as if her magazine had lost all hope. She was looking through other companies' newest "couples" magazines that were shipped over a few days ago. They had already lost the competition for the magazine this month, but she was determined to have one out by next month. That left just about twenty-five days before the next delivery and three weeks before the next magazine printing. Their magazine would be more thrilling, livelier, longer, and definitely more captivating than those others. She would make sure of that. However, the problem didn't lie within her company or the workers. The problem was the ideas for the photo shoots. Her company had all the necessary info and "inside scoop" for the other portion of the magazine, so she only needed to focus her attention on the remaining romantic shots. Emi spun around in her chair and threw the magazines back into the drawer filled with other useless junk.
She needed a break. Emi briskly walked out of her office and locked the door behind her. As she strode down the hall filled with people jumping all over the place with files in his or her hands, she noticed how sloppy some of them dressed. She groaned inwardly and decided to walk faster.
Emi reached her car and drove to the nearest coffee house. She ordered her drink and sat down by the window. She released a contented sigh as she felt the warm liquid flow though her insides. She felt better already. Emi briefly glanced out the window and observed the people walking by. Most of them were wearing very casual clothing. Then it hit her. What if she were to have their two young models dress in something absolutely different? Emi quickly finished off her latte and dashed out of the coffee house. As she drove down the street, she noticed a particular building that was going to open a new business soon. Two movers were trying to carefully bring a grand piano down to the ground while construction workers tampered with the floor in the inside of the building. Emi grinned to herself. She knew what to do for their next photo shoot. She brought out her phone and punched in a number. Within a couple of seconds, someone picked up.
"Emi? We're in deep water. We don't have any other photos to print! And we're missing a couple of pages in the magazine!" Mita exclaimed over the phone.
"Don't worry, Mita. I have the solution," she replied confidently.
"You do? What is it?"
Videl stared at her father with utter disgust at his horrendous poses. The photographer flashed the camera like crazy as Satan City's Savior danced around like a crazed moron, which was exactly what he was. Videl took another bite out of the tasty red apple she had in her hand. She didn't know how much more she could take of all this nonsense. She rolled her eyes and silently wished that the photographer would run out of film soon. As if magic had been performed, the photographer looked at his camera in dismay. A few flashes flew out and the lid popped open, revealing the damaged film inside.
"I'm sorry Mr. Satan, but something's wrong with my camera today. It's a bit odd since I just bought it last week and this shouldn't have happened," the photographer apologized.
Mr. Satan didn't look too pleased about the outcome, but relented and sighed. "Come back when you fix that darn thing. I need my best photographer to take the best pictures of me, the man who defeated Cell!" Then came the incredibly annoying laugh that would kill anyone's ears if they actually dared to listen.
Videl pretended to cough and almost instantly, Mr. Satan stopped partaking in his favorite hobby - laughing and praising himself - much to the disgust of many.
"What is it sweet pea?" the afro-haired man asked as he practiced his poses.
"Dad, you said how you would support me in everything I do, right?" she started out.
"Uh huh."
"Well, I need you to advertise something when it comes out next month."
"Well, sure sweetie. You arrange the conference, the media, and bring whatever you want me to advertise. By the time I'm done talking, everyone in the city would want it!" he laughed.
Videl restrained herself from rolling her eyes again. "Thanks dad."
"You're welcome, sweet pea."
Videl walked out of the room and closed the door softly behind her. She knew that the next issue of "Teen Love" was to come out on the third of next month. She had a little scheme planned out. It involved one, scaring the living daylights out of her father, and two, embarrassing Gohan through a 'little' birthday party.
Chichi hummed to herself as she cleaned the many dishes from lunch. Gohan was going to come home in a few hours, so she might as well get a head start on dinner since she finished the other house chores a while ago. Gohan and Videl had to return to school when there wasn't a photo shoot, much to the dismay of Gohan. He wasn't too thrilled about having a barrage of questions thrown at him a mile per minute, or the fact that many more girls had begun crushing over our young hero.
Chichi turned around just in time to see her youngest son clad, in what used to be a bright orange gi, now in mucky brown. Her eyes instantly narrowed and she began to yell from the top of her lungs, "SON GOTEN! WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT TRACKING MUD INTO THE HOUSE!"
The young boy squealed slightly and ran out of the house faster than ever before.
Chichi shook her head at Goten's immaturity, but couldn't help but grin. There was just something about her two boys that reminded her of her husband. Gohan had become a really great big brother to young Goten and had kept the Earth safe for so long. Then there was Gohan being a model. She just squealed with excitement knowing that he and Videl were doing this together and might eventually hook up. Since tomorrow would be Saturday, she decided to head over to Bulma's.
Gohan smiled contently to himself as he rested on the grassy fields of the park. Just relaxing in a nice area filled with trees and grass was enough to soothe our young hero after he had been attacked by a bunch of crazed fan girls. Not only did fan girls attack him out of admiration, the males in the school sent tons of glares his way. He sighed to himself and ran a hand through his messy jet black hair. There was not a single cloud in sight, he thought to himself. It was the perfect day before he heard the sound of his cell phone ringing. He had received the cell phone as a present from Bulma to make communicating a lot easier.
"Hello?" he answered.
"Hello Gohan? It's Emi and Mita. We need you for the next photo shoot tomorrow. Right now we're getting everything set up, so we'll meet you at he main building," replied the voice over the phone.
"W-what? Um… what's the theme going to be?" he asked curiously. He did not like the aftermath of the beach scene. He shivered at the thought and thanked Dende that nothing was pinned on him.
"You'll see. Just make sure you and Videl show up tomorrow," Mita told the young demi-saiyan.
Before Gohan could respond, they had already hung up the phone, leaving him with the sound of the dial tone. "Why do I have the feeling that I'm not going to like this?" he asked himself.
Gohan walked into the building with a look of suspicion on his face. What were they up to? He wandered through the complex for a little while before he found Emi and Mita in the back discussing some things.
"I uh… I hope I'm not late," said Gohan.
Emi put down the files she had in her hand and turned toward the young teen. "No, actually, you're right on time. Go get your costume and change. Videl should be coming out really soon."
Mita reached into the small closet next to them and pulled out a plastic covered suit.
"What is it?" wondered Gohan.
"It's your costume. Hurry up and change. That way we can have more time to get additional shots," replied Mita.
"If you say so." Gohan shrugged. The young demi-saiyan walked into one of the makeshift fitting rooms and quickly changed into the suit. When he came out, he was handsomely dressed in a traditional black and white tuxedo. However, young Gohan seemed to have had trouble with his bowtie. He looked nervously at Mita.
"Eh… help please?"
Emi walked up to Gohan and smiled. "You look very handsome Gohan, now fix your bowtie. It's not supposed to be in your hand."
Gohan laughed nervously and sheepishly. "I uh… was having trouble with that at first. Hehe."
Emi rolled her eyes. "Mita, help him. I'm going to check on Videl."
Within a few moments, a dazzling young beauty with raven hair and cerulean blue eyes walked into the room. For a minute, everything seemed to have frozen and all eyes were on Videl. Gohan's breath was caught in his throat and he was just mesmerized. All his attention was focused on her.
Videl turned a little pink under all the attention, but she casually brushed it off and walked up to Gohan, helping him with the bowtie. "It goes like this," she said as she began tying it around his neck. "I do this for my dad all the time," she explained.
Gohan's face brightened up as red as a tomato.
"Perfect! Don't move!"
Between a couple dozen and a few tons of flashes appeared, blinding the two teenagers. Gohan felt like his eyes were burning and were going to fall out of its sockets real soon. The same went for Videl.
A man snickered at the scene. "Pathetic," he muttered. He walked down the set and threw the banana peel from the banana he had just eaten onto the floor.
Gohan took a step back, slipped, and dropped Videl. She went spiraling to the floor with swirls in her eyes. Gohan tried to pick her up, but ended up stepping on a part of her dress and also slipped. As he fell, the sound of fabric ripping could be heard throughout the whole room.
The camera zoomed in on the two teens with dizzy eyes on the floor and the flash went off. There went the next shot.
Eh… I know… it's not as cool or as funny as you thought it would be, but I'm a little rusty. So please excuse me. Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Eh… I know that it's been like what? Almost seven, wait, is it seven (?) months since my last update and I do apologize for that. I'd be lucky if I even get five reviews for this chapter! Eh… I hope you could wait for my next update, which will hopefully be sooner. D
I must again, thank my beta reader, A.O.Y.U. In my opinion, her grammar is impeccable! I had no idea that I had that many errors in this chapter. I again, thank her for her services.
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