A/N: Hey guys. Holy shit. I am so happy school was cancled. Let it ice let it ice let it ice, and hale, and snow, and blizzard, and flood, and- oh, you get the picture, sorry.

Little interesting tidbit about my everyday life: My mom's bf is in Australia, because, he has a kid there and he's visting. Well, today he had to wake up at five in the morning because the wildcows there, they raise or something, anyway. He had to go out with his lab workers and catch them because they were getting loose int he bannana feilds. I wish I had wild cows! But then again, they'd probably be popsicle cows because it's so cold....

Anyways, I wrote this on Feb. 5 so whenever my computer actually lets me upload something, I'd be very HAPPY. I'm MAD now, no duh.

Oh...And forgive me for making Gohan sound like a flake, I know he isn't and I don't mean to portray him to be, I'll make it up to you in future chapters Crosses heart I promise.

:Insert random disclaimer:

-Chapter three: in which we see what we are dealing with-Sorta.-

-inside my skin-

-there is this space...-

-it twists and turns-

-it bleeds and aches-

"Vidy!" Gohan glanced out the side window, eyes catching on a bubbly blonde, whose voice was excitedly calling: 'Vidy, Vidy!' Videl sighed, and pulled into the parking space, infront of a shady looking building.

"Erasa!" She turned off the engine, and still in her undergarments-or lackof- hopped, out of the car. "Hey! How are you?" Gohan sat in the car, mouth agape, watching as the sceen unfolded infront of his not-so-innocent-anymore eyes.

"How can she act so cool when she's in practically nothing?" He murmered to himself, unsnapping the seatbelt, glancing down in his lap, sucked in a breathe, and clenched his eyes shut. 'You just met this girl,' he thought to himself. ' Where are your morals? Mom, would have kittens and you would have major bumps on your head. Go away erection!' Unfortunately some things could not just be willed away, and although our hero was willing it away as hard as he could as soon as he glanced out the window his blood began flowing South again full force. 'Shit.'

-i am wanting, and...-

"I love your outfit girly!" Videl rolled her eyes good naturally.

"Thanks I guess. So. What does Becta want with me today?" Erasa scowled, something that didn't look quite natural on her pretty face.

"That bitch, God's she just never stops. I think she up'ed your quota." Glancing over Videl's shoulder she raised a blonde eyebrow inquirly. "Hey, who's that? What a stud!" Fluffing up her hair instinctivly she winked at Videl. "Be a dear and let me have this one. I need him. Buisness of course." Videl grabbed her arm, pulling Erasa close so she could whisper in her ear.

"Sorry Erasa. He's my dad's 'son' so he's untouchable. Besides-" Videl smirked. "He's a total dork. Mama's boy all the way no doubt." She turned to the car, motioning for Gohan to exit. "Try not to drool so much. He'll probably think you have a disease, not that you don't." Erasa pinched Videl on her bare arm, laughing as the girl squeeked.

-i make myself translucent-

-to let you in-

Gohan got out of the car, and smoothed his hands over his khaki's he pasted on a smile. Walking up to the two women, and keeping his eyes firmly fixed on the Blonde one's face. He held out his hand.

"Hi! I'm Son Gohan, and you are?" The blonde giggled again, glancing at Videl who just raised an eyebrow and shrugged, smirking slightly. She stuck out her hand and clasped Gohan's.

"I'm Erasa," She said in a peppy voice, probably brought on by many cups of pure caffeine for Gohan couldn't imagine anyone being that cheerful at 11a.m.

"It's nice to meet you." He replyed politely. And Videl rolled her eyes.

"Alright, alright, enough introductions, I have to get inside." Grabbing his wrist, making Gohan jolt and try to ignore the heat that rushed through his body at the contact, she dragged him -literally- into the 'shady' building.

-there is the splendor of this secret inside of me-

-and it knows that you're no stranger-

-you're my gravity-

"Del'!" Sighing Videl turned around just inside the entrance of the building, and waiting abit impatiently, for Erasa to pick up. Gohan took that time to look around the inside of the building.

The room was dark, he noticed, some dim lights in the corners but that was it. Scantily clad women were working the tables, and....Pole dancing? Couches and foutons lay in a variety of places, with few people residing on them, Drinking-geez....

"Son?" He turned to look back at Videl who was with yet another barely clothed women and although Gohan didn't find her very arousing, she obviously found him to be a piece of meat, because her scent clarity shot up making him blush.

Obviously thinking that she was the cause of his blush. -Well she was but...You know- she shimmyed up to him.

"Well, hello you." Gohan wanted to ask why she was speaking in a low drawn out manner, but then, maybe that was just how she talked. He didn't want to offend her by thinking she had a speach problem.

"Uh. Hi?" Suddenly light struck and he remembered his manners. "I mean, hi, who are you?" She smiled coyly, he thought it looked more like sneering, but, maybe that's just how she smiled.

"Hi, I'm Becta, and who might you be cutie?" Gohan scratched the back of his head an laughed nervously.

"That's Son Gohan, an employee and sur-son to my father." Videl said eyeing Becta. "So. What did you want to talk to me about that couldn't wait 3 or so fucking hours." Becta clucked her tongue against her teeth in a mock-conscending manner. Gohan just gaped, she cussed?!

"Well, come on then, lets talk somewhere where others can't hear us." She glanced meaningfully at Erasa who hadn't said anything throughout the conversation. Erasa scowled. Becta smirked, then turned around, flicking her red hair over her shoulder, and began to walk away towards a back room. "Come then Videl." Videl, growling so low, Gohan was sure he was the only one who could here, turned back to him.

"Stay with Erasa, and don't take anything anyone offers you. In fact, avoid talking to anyone unless absolutly neccisary. I don't need your life on my hands too." The last part she uttered so softly Gohan barely caught it, but he did, and his eyebrows shot all the way up to his hairline. O....k....

-my hands will adore you-

Gohan lounged on one of the sofa's that smelled like cigerette ash, and liqour. He nervously put his hand on the arm rest and tapped a forgotten beat with his fingers. He'd already disclosed what kind of place this was, and was still trying to comprehend why the heck anyone would work in such a dingy place. Videl had retreated into the back room some fifteen minutes ago, and atfirst the women had flocked over like flies to garbage, but, he had kept his distance, politly declining their invitations, no matter how tempting they sounded. Knowing that they could be as good as they sounded. Plus his mom would kill him if he came home with lipstick on his clothes, for obvious reasons. The blonde girl, Erasa, after scowling disgustedly at Becta grabbed his arm, making Gohan notice there was no jolt when she touched him 'how odd....', and led him over to the chair he was sitting in now. She'd grumbled something about getting real people food, and walked into another door, that Gohan guessed was the kitchen. She hadn't been back since, but then, that was only five minutes ago. His stomach growled and some of the women working at the bar across from him looked up at him, he blushed scratching the back of his head self conciously and spoke quietly down to his stomach.

"Just hold on a little longer," He whispered. "I'll get you food as soon as I can leave."

-i am needing you-

-to be here...-

thirty minutes, and 25 - 26 -27seconds. Now Gohan was a realitivly patient guy, but, 30 minutes?! How long did a meeting with a stripper get?! What's there to talk about?! He could imagine the conversation just fine: 'Hey, Videl, nice outfit, where did you get it?' 'Oh, I got it form Vic's secret, best store in the world for our kind of buisness.' 'Not really, their stuff isn't very gothic.' 'I say it is!' 'No it isn't' 'Yes it is damn you!' 'NO IT ISN'T' 'Yes i-'

"I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS ANYMORE!" Gohan was jerked out of his imaginary conversation by the sound of Videl's enraged voice, he turned towards the door, which was incidentally - and ironically- closed. 'she screams louder than my mom.'

"You don't have a choice. I need that qouta, and I need it filled yesterday." Becta's voice was calmer, but still loud enough to be heard through the thin walls. 'Qouta?' Gohan thought. 'Maybe Videl has to sell a certain amount of drinks at the bar or something.' As inconspicuosly as he could, Gohan got up, scratched his lower back, and walked to the door of the room. 'I don't care. I'm sick of waiting, and I'm hungry!' He stealthily opened the door a crack, watching the conversation. And trying not to notice what Videl was wearing, not that he could really see, it was to dark.

Videl, walked over to the woman, shaking a finger at her in her face. "Now you listen. I know I can't quit ok. But, can't you just lay off me for a while. I mean, I deserve a break sometime. And Erasa! God, she's been with you since highschool, get her a vacation somewhere!" Gohan's eyebrows crinkled, Videl didn't look particularly upset, infact, he thought, she looked like crying.

"I just-" Videl cut off, digging the palms of her hands into her eyes. "I just can't take anymore. The last guy you know. He had a family. A fucking family. And although he was a bastard, who's gonna take care of his wife and kids now?"

'Oh shit. What kind of thing are they running?!' Gohan opened the door a little wider, and walked in, unsure of what he was getting himself into, but he sure as hell didn't want to hear what they were talking about.

"Excuse me ladies." Videl jerked around startled. Becta just raised an inquiring brow. "I'm going to have to steal Videl away. She promised to show me the city and-" His stomach growled and he blushed. "Well, I'm kinda hungry." Videl scowled and turned back to the redhead.

"Listen, I want this week off, and Erasa too. I can't keep knocking people for you all the time without growing some sort of concious." Becta nodded glancing at Gohan, Videl rolled her eyes. "Don't worry about him. He's a mama's boy." She grabbed Gohan's arm -he received that weird jolt again- and walked out of the room, calling: "Erasa! Your off this week, from Becta herself!" Erasa, who had just walked into the room from the kitchen with a plate of, sandwhiches, squeeled and dropped them. Gohan winced in sympathy for the poor food that had gone to waste.

Outside in the bright sunlight, in which Gohan had to squint his eyes to get acustomed to, he got a good veiw of what Videl was wearing. 'Oh Dende.' He blinked hard, cursing himself, why the hell was he feeling this way?! She was a tramp, for use of a better word, yet, he was still feeling that. Feeling. 'Hell, I am a guy, so....' He opened his eyes to allow himself a eyefull. Just a quick one mind you.

Videl wore a black shimmery dress, that contrasted drastically with the bright sunny atmosphere. It reached down to about mid-thigh, and Gohan would just bet that when she bent over, she had some nice lacy....something- enough. He turned away, hey, a guy had to keep some morals alive, though he wasn't sure how much longer they'd be living. Getting into the car he turned to Videl, who had started the AC, and pouted.

"Videl," She turned to glance at him, and pushed a strand of raven hair behind her ear where it had begun blowing distractingly with the AC wind. 'Nice hair.' Gohan noted, then pushed his thoughts back to the present. "I am not a mama's boy."

Videl's lips quirked, the broke out into a slow smile. Finally she just opened her mouth and laughed. Turning back the front of the car, she rolled down the top, still giggling. And although she was laughing at him, Gohan couldn't help the shivery feelings he was getting from her laughter. ' She's really pretty when laughing. Her face just lights up, it suits her.' And with that thought. And happy it wasn't a perverted one. Gohan leaned back into his seat and smiled. 'Who cares where she works. She seems ok.' Videl revved the engine, something she liked to do, Gohan had gathered. And they sped out onto the open freeway.

-i need you near....-

A/N: Two chapters in two days! Now if only my damn computer would let me up-load. We'd ALL be happy. I almost hyperventalated when it wouldn't let me, and my mom almost had a heartattack: 'Your new computers broken?! How could you break it?! Why isn't it working! Let me see it.... What do you do?! How do you fix this?! What the hell happened?!' Aeeeiiii.............. So it's like the 8th now or something. I fucking hate delimma's dammit. Well, enjoy this chapter of this story that everyone seems to hate so, why am I still writing this? I'm bound to hit a corner sometime.