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Chapter Four: Possession Fight
Monday came and Gohan had healed quite a bit. He and Videl were walking about, hand-in-hand, when Sharpener walked brusquely up to them. 'Why're you holding hands?' 'Aren't I allowed to show affection for my girlfriend?' Gohan asked just as sharply. Sharpener looked angry. 'She's not your girlfriend. You haven't won her!' 'What? We wild horses now? Do we treat the girls of this school like our mares, to be fought for and won by the stallions?' 'Well, it has been an informal rule for years now that if two boys vie for a girl's love then they must fight it out! Son Gohan, I challenge you to a possession fight at the Ring tomorrow after school!' 'Well, if you choose the place it's only fair I choose the time. Not tomorrow. Today at 1:10.' 'W-what? Don't you even want a day to prepare?' 'Why should I? I honestly believe that I am ready for this fight now. Only, I don't want to make it harder on you than it has to be.' And Gohan and Videl walked off, smirking.
However, as soon as they were in private, the smirk vanished from Videl's face. 'Gohan, you should have taken the extra day!' 'Why? Honestly Videl, there is no chance of me losing you.' 'It's not that! Gohan you're hurt! You should have taken the day to heal!' 'Vid, trust me. I don't need it. I'm not in any danger.' 'But what if he manages to land just one good blow on your chest? Remember what Bulma said? If you get hit too hard on the chest an arterial wound could open up and you could be dead before you noticed it!' 'Vid, you worry too much. Come on, my wounds withstood Friday night' –low, sultry smirk here – 'so I'm sure they'll withstand this.' Videl said nothing, though she still looked worried.
News spread like wildfire and even the media found out. So it came as no surprise to Videl that Gohan spent most of his classes meditating –and secretly conversing telepathically with his father. When lunch came, and Gohan arrived at the ring draped in a cloak and wearing his trademark red-and-blue gi, the stands were packed full and there were even newspaper and TV crews hiding among the crowd. Sharpener was flashy, as usual, wearing a loose singlet and loose pants that probably, Gohan thought, would flap too much and distract him. There was much murmuring when Gohan removed his cloak. For one thing, no-one had seen the red-and-blue gi since the days of the unbeatable Son Goku, and for another, the sash belt was only permitted to the world's strongest warriors, and many felt that Gohan should be wearing the tie-up belt. The last thing was that no-one had ever seen Gohan fight before, and suddenly they realised that Gohan was pretty muscular.
Sharpener turned to Gohan, smirking. 'Hey nerdy boy, you ready to rumble?' 'Depends. You ready to get your arse whooped, pretty-boy poonce?' There were whoops of glee from the crowd. This was what they liked; good insults. Gohan slid into a taut, lithe position that, Videl noticed, balanced his weight evenly on both feet and also protected his chest. There were still scratches on his arms, but thankfully the most serious ones were nearer his shoulders and couldn't be seen. Sharpener did the classic fists raised pose: Gohan could see about three hundred flaws in this stance but couldn't be bothered with attacking. Instead he let Sharpener attack and wooed the crowd with his brilliant defence. Then, horribly, Sharpener's leg slipped forwards and before Gohan could react, it had smashed into his chest. Gohan fell to his knees, gasping for air. 'Gohan!' screamed Videl but she was held back. 'No-one is permitted to enter the arena yet, Miss Satan.' A dark, hooded figure began to edge nearer.
Gohan yanked off his shirts. Everyone gasped as they saw his torso covered in bandages –and a bright red stain was spreading slowly from the left-hand side of his chest. Gohan surveyed the stain with interest for a moment, then slowly stood up. He turned equally as slowly to Sharpener. 'So, that's the way ya wanna play, is it Sharpie? Well fine' and he moved forwards slowly, then lunged and punched him in the stomach. A back turning kick that sent Sharpener flying from the ring followed this. 'Gohan wins!'
Gohan dropped to his knees again. Videl ran out to him. 'Oh Gohan, Gohan, are you all right?' 'No. I need my first aid kit –oh damn! I left it at home!' Suddenly the dark hooded figure stepped forwards. 'But I didn't forget, and I brought it with me. I knew this would happen.' Gohan looked up. 'Dad!' A hand extended holding a large first aid kit. Gohan pulled it open quickly and pulled out a needle and thread. Videl unwound the bandages and Gohan gritted his teeth and quickly sewed up the wound, before Videl rewound the bandages. Gohan got to his feet. There was much cheering, especially when he grabbed Videl and kissed her in front of everyone. Then Gohan turned to the hooded figure, which removed his hood. There were cries from the crowd. It was Son Goku! The world champion that hadn't been seen for eighteen years was standing in front of them! And Gohan had called him Dad!
Gohan and Goku embraced warmly. Then Gohan turned to Videl and kissed her again. Goku spoke quietly to his eldest son. 'I am very proud of you.' Gohan smiled. Goku covered his own heart with his hand then pressed it onto Gohan's chest. Gohan repeated the gesture. Then Goku gently kissed the forehead of his son, kissed Videl's forehead, then kissed their palms and pressed them together. 'I give you my blessings,' he said quietly, then with a swish of his cloak he was gone. The chatter quickly rose to a crescendo then fell again as Sharpener approached. 'Well?' 'Well...I guess...I guess the best man won, Gohan.' 'Thanks, Sharpie.'
The next morning, the cat Artika brought in the paper. 'Good cat,' murmured Gohan as he stroked the cat's ears. Goku looked at him. 'Still man of the house, huh?' 'Yeah, it's a hard one to kick.' He unfolded the paper and took a sip of coffee. It was at once spat out in surprise. 'What the...' 'Is there something wrong, dear?' 'N-no mum.' 'Really? Let me see the paper.' 'N-no mum, it's okay. It's-it's just Mr Satan making outrageous claims again. Really!' 'Hmmm.'
But just when Gohan relaxed, Chi-Chi turned and grabbed the paper in one swift movement. 'What's this then? "Possession of the Lady"? It says "Orange Star High has always been advanced, but recently they inaugurated the 'possession fight rule', whereby two boys fighting over a girl, or vice versa, face off in a real fight in a custom-built ring. Yesterday, the prize was Lady Videl Satan; and the two fighting over her were Sharpener Pencil, a well-known fighter under the instruction of Hercule Satan, and the other was a Son Gohan, a little-known young man from the country. They breed 'em strong however: after a shaky moment, Son Gohan finished strongly to beat Sharpener and claim his prize. We can exclusively reveal that Son Gohan was mauled by a tiger on Friday evening while defending Miss Satan. We can also reveal that Gohan is the son of Son Goku, the ex-world champion. The couple seemed happy with the result of the fight, though Gohan was injured when one of his tiger-scratches opened again. Mr Satan was not available for comment." Well, well. So you fought for Videl yesterday? When will you marry her?' 'Mum...' 'Have you told her about the saiyans too?' 'Yeah, sort of...' 'So when will you marry her?' 'Hey Chi, ease up. Let him get over yesterday first.' Goku said firmly, ignoring his wife's protests.
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