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Bad.

Holding Gohan's limp body in her arms she felt it, it was coming, and it was pissed.

She new she wasn't supposed to find this man in her arms. She should have been at home, drinking coffee while sitting on the couch all dry and ready for bed.

But she couldn't allow herself to long for that. This man in her arms was her future. Forget about what she could be doing now, because tomorrow, if he survives, she might be happy.

She might be happy with him.

Right now though, she had to make him survive. She knew something was taken from him. His gift that made him so special had been stolen, and now he had nothing. She felt that much from his eyes before he collapsed. So once again, she was here, muttering things to herself while sitting on the cold pavement, trying to slap this dope out of whatever type of trance-like thing he was in, and the worst part was that this man had to weigh three hundred pounds. How the hell will she get him in the car when Green comes?

Heh. Green. She named the monster Green. Such a silly name. Like naming your pinky-toe Pinky.

...Why the hell was she thinking of feet at a moment like this?

Bad. Bad.

It was coming, taking it's time, as if it knew she was helpless.

Helpless.

No damnit. She was not and never will be helpless. Helplessness was inexcusable, insufferable, intolerable.

Videl moved Gohan so his back was sitting up against the car - with her support of course - . She then bent at the knees and hugged him tightly around his chest and under his armpits.

"Come on, buddy." Gohan's head fell to the side when Videl began heaving with all her might.

"Please...you...dork." Del spout, grinding her teeth as she rhythmically pulled up every few seconds trying to get Tofu boy into the car.

Giving up, Videl released her grip and stoop over him with her hands on her hips.

Bad. Bad. Bad.

"What the hell are you made of?" Videl said slightly short of breath. He was thin and in obvious good shape, so how could he be so heavy?

Now she was really pissed. She wasn't weak. She knew she had pushed around bigger guys than Sleeping Beauty over here. She could take down men the size of Shaq and not be winded, but here she was, not even able to get Tofu dork and inch off the ground.

"When this night it over your going on a diet, buddy."

By now her hair had half dried into a rat's nest of sweat and mud and her clothing was uncomfortably damp with her shoes squishing every step she took.

Another wind swept through the overpass.

Traffic had died down leaving the area in a sound-filled silence. The rain had not let up, allowing a visibility of no more than ten or twelve feet from your face.

She couldn't see it, but she knew it was close. With so many shadows and the reverberating effect of the rain under the road, the monster could be almost invisible.

Almost.

Videl quickly walked over to the gas tank of the truck and undid the cap.

Bad. Bad. Bad. Not good.

She knew she had to act fast, or Tofu boy may have no tomorrow to start his diet...and to start his new life...with her.

Not if he dies.

GOTCHABAGOOSE!!

In a wave of shadows everything once more dissapeared. He was encroached in blackness again, but it wasn't the same. This shadow wasn't a vast nothing, but it was full of sense provoking sounds and smells.

Sight was not an issue yet.

He heard rain, but he didn't feel it slashing across his face. He felt wind blowing over his body and smelled something wreched riding along with it.

In a whirl of dark blues and blacks, another scene awoke before his eyes.

Twenty feet away stood a truck, headlights burning, and front passenger window was in makeshift shape. He felt immense hatred toward that truck and whoever was on the other side.

With one swift movement, he dashed to the other wall of whatever shelter these beings hid under. He crouched in the shadows once more.

He saw her. He felt a strange connection to her, but that didn't matter. That bitch wasn't supposed to be here. He then noticed what she was doing. Sitting inside her automobile, her right foot was pushing against the passenger seat and the other was against the stick shift. Dangling halfway from the truck was a man, the man who was supposed to die.

Pulling as hard as she could, she hoisted the rest of the man's body up in the seat, his head dangling unconsioucly. She then exited the vehicle, moving out of sight.

He was perplexed, not understanding the situation.

But that didn't matter. Now was his time to act.

He sprung from the darkness, running to the open door in which that man lay. He then stopped noticing the ground was wet. Before he could react, everything went red.

::grabs matches:: MWAHAHAHAHAHA

With a scream, Gohan awoke, something strangling his chest as he shot forward.

His head snapped to the right, noticing an intense heat radiating off his skin.

A huge fire blazed not fifteen feet from the car with an ear-piercing screech eminating from it's core. The inferno reached the hight of the overpass, scorching the top.

Glaring at the fire he sunk back into his seat in pain. He was sore and his skin was stinging. His back ached and his hands were chaffed.

His eyes continued to look at the fire. It grew and grew, spreding swiftly, like it was alive.

Suddenly his door slammed shut and seconds later, he saw Del sitting next to him, shoving a lighter into her pocket.

"Sure, so now you wake up..." Videl said putting the car into drive and shooting the vehicle off into the pouring rain leaving the fire ablaze behind them.

He could hear the pounding rain barrage the roof one more.

"I didn't know you smoked," he said wearily.

"I don't."

Gohan grunted.

"What the hell heppened to you?" Videl asked, frustration rising in the tone of her voice.

Gohan sighed and rolled his head to the side. It hurt like hell and his body was irradicly tingling. His vision blurred in and out of focus with every pulse of his heart and he felt sick to his stomach, and not to mention his legs were large blobs of numbness.

He had no clue what just happened. None whatsoever.

One second he was having an argument with Del and then...then...he was...

"So, you going to tell me what happened to you or what?" She increaced the speed of the truck dramaticly.

Gohan grogily turned his head to his left and glared at Videl.

Another grunt escaped his lips.

"...Right," Del said sarcasticly.

How did she expect him to tell her what happened when he didn't even know himself?

"You just konked out in the middle of a sentence, Tofu boy. You scared me for a sec." Her tone eased a bit as they drove down the road further away from the fire.

They continued to drive down some highway or another for a few more minutes before Del's patience ran dry.

"Look, talk already. You freaking whailed when I lit the fire. You have a bad history with matches or something?"

"Yeah, sure. That was pretty cool back there," Gohan said leaning against the door.

She rolled her eyes. "Cool my ass, Kanny." Videl took her eyes off the road to look at Gohan for a moment and then quickly glared through the windshield again.

"My ass is cool too, but right now it hurts like hell."

Videl made right turn to merge with another highway. "So, are you going to tell me why you pulled a sleeping beauty back there?"

"You think I'm beautiful?" Gohan said, using a high pitched southern accent to accompany his statement.

Videl sighed, "My God. Of all the idiots in the world..."

"Hey, that wasn't nice."

"Neither is keeping a secret."

"Fine I'll tell you then."

"It's about time."

He grinned, "I don't know what happened."

"You don't know," Videl said, a little dissbalieving.

"Yeah. I don't."

Biting her lower lip, Videl said with a consealed anger, "Well, you better tell me what you do know so we can make sure it won't happen again."

"How can I tell you what happened when I don't even know?"

"Look," Videl clutched the wheel, "do you have a medical problem or somethi-"

Gohan shook his head, halting her statement. "No, no. That's not it."

"Then what is it?"

"I was it."

Videl sat motionless for a moment. "Whoa, buddy, hold on a sec-"

"I was the monster. It was like...well, I felt its thoughts, its intentions, its anger. I felt its connection to you." Gohan rolled his head to look at Videl. She was pale. "Tell me. Why the hell is that thing connected to you? You said it wouldn't hurt you...now tell me why."

"I don't know what your saying, Tofu boy," Videl stated with a calm face but shaky voice.

"Liar, liar, pants on fire."

"I-I'm serious, Kanahan."

Gohan flinched at the name, "So am I, Del."

Videl sighed and glanced at Gohan once more. His body hadn't moved the entire car ride. He was just moving his mouth, not bothering to try and use the rest of his movable parts, like he thought they wouldn't work.

Gohan was him, so he should understand...right? But then again, he was also the monster. That certainly suprized her.

"It...I...well, I sort have a gift that isn't really a gift, but more like a curse thing, but I'm not cursed, not like a mummy, this gift just really, really sucks, not making it really a gift but a natural born talent that's more like a natural born ability, but best described as gift that isn't really gift like."

The rest of his body never moving, Gohan said hoarsly, "And, this sucky gift...what is it?"

"It's really hard to explain. You see," Videl took a deep breath and exhaled, "Since I was little I have had dreams, more like nightmares actually, and in them someone would die. Then in real life, the person would dissapear, sorta like..."

"Kinda like being a psychic." Gohan paused, "Hey, you could be Miss Cleo..."

Videl rolled her eyes and continued on saying, "I soon figured out that they died due to freek accidents, like things I most feared, things that wouldn't happen in a million years. Everyone of importance died and I now know it's because of my mind, but, look, all I know is that...long story short, my mind created this monster and it wants to kill you because, not only do you piss it off, but...."

"What?"

She couldn't tell him. She couldn't get the words to come out of her mouth, like they were stuck in her throat, tapped forever. To make up for the hesitation, she used the only thing she could. Humor.

"I wants your mom..."

"Now that's just queer."

Videl continued, "And, you see, it won't kill me because it knows that death, for me, would be an easy way out of my shitty life."

There was a short silence. "So, you freaked out or something?" Videl asked.

"Naw. You're not half as bad as me. This is actually a lot better than I thought it would be. You know, you could have pulled and Alien 3 and been the monster's mother. Now that would have been scary."

Videl chuckled. "I pretty much am it's mom, dippis."

"Did it come from your tummy?"

"Well, no, but-"

"Then you're A-Ok in my book."

"You have a book?"

"Yupp. It's a King novel."

"Freaky."

Videl slowed the car down and slouched in her seat.

"Videl," Gohan said in a serious tone, "why not just kill yourself."

"Sometimes when I really think about it...tomorrow may be better. Ya know? And I think that if I end it now, then I miss the happiness that could have been."

"Happiness?"

" Like...you see, a while ago I discovered a man in my dreams, a man that protected me. I now, well, think that man could possibly be you...a-and, if I can keep you alive untill sunrise...you'll ...you'll..."

"I'll what?"

Videl paused a few moments, "I can't remember...You'll do...nothing. Yeah. Never mind. Nothing."

For the next ten minutes, Gohan serenaded Videl to Nothing Man.

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