1Disclaimer - DBZ belongs to, you know who...Wild Horses is credited to Rolling Stones. K? I'll even do it in bold letters- WILD HORSES BELONGS TO ROLLING STONES AND ANY OTHER PEOPLE WHO WERE INVOLVED WITH IT'S MAKING. Happy day wasn't that pretty?
Note - I'm super duper srry that took SOOO long, but the reason's long too so I won't go into it. If you really wanna know you can write me or something. I'm a gastric venter. Heeh not as bad as it sounds. I also combined a couple chapters but there's nothing missing or added to the story. Promise. This here is a new chappie. Enjoy!
Don't Marry Me
Chapter 3 - Naughty, Naughty
Sitting in the passenger seat of a cruiser, Videl watched the changing scenery of Central Avenue with little interest. Dale, as per her hopes, did have a little work ready when she arrived at the P.D. that morning. He explained, over a badly made cup of coffee, that some junkie violated his parole by skipping town for a couple days. On his return he carried a large amount of some ammonia chemical. This chemical was apparently very valuable in creating Meth, a largely favored party drug for the classy and not so classy set of West City.
Anyway, long story short, they were planning to bust the guy for possession of stolen property, (the tanks had specific serial numbers, the perp had been watched for a while, etc, etc.) and cut him a deal if he was willing to sell out some underground "labs..." Which he would be most willing to do once she got through with him...
Sighing a little, Videl shifted her body away from the window and placed a heavy boot against the dashboard. Tailor, the cop who was driving, twitched her pointy nose at the action.
"You know that scuffs up the dash, and I'd really prefer that this car stay spotless, Ms. Satan."
Eyes narrowed, the pretty teen bent down to fiddle with the radio dial; she definitely needed some music to drown out the witch's reedy voice.
"H-Hey! There might be a call and we won't be able to hear it if the radio's on! This is very unprofessional."
"Shut up, will you? We're making an arrest right now, were not on beat duty, so there's absolutely no reason why dispatch would contact us. Besides, I have my talkie, and a beeper just in case. God."
That shut her mouth tight. Perusing through a couple more stations, Videl finally came to a stop on one of her favorite songs.
So she was secretly a sappy romantic. Big fucking deal!
("Wild Horses" - Rolling Stones)
Childhood living is easy to do
The things you wanted I bought them for you
Graceless lady you know who I am
You know I can't let you slide through my hands
Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses couldn't drag me away
Singing along in a beautiful soprano, Videl recalled the first time hearing 'Wild Horses' with her mother at West Cross Hospital. During the early teenage years, she had been inside medical walls more times than were worth remembering, and still broke out in cold sweats whenever entering a doctor's office to get some prognosis.
Her mom...
She would talk a lot about her childhood on the good days. On the bad days...Well, she would listen, even through the brain fog induced by numerous painkillers, to every inane thing her daughter had to say. And, as time went on, she would only listen more and more...
Sometimes, their talking would turn to the subject of love, and how important it was to find it, and embrace it with all the heart...Because no one can ever give half a heart away.
I watched you suffer a dull aching pain
Now you decided to show me the same
No sweeping exits or offstage lines
Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind
Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses couldn't drag me away
Videl turned suddenly, upon hearing Tailor's off key alto join into the music. She blinked, and then laughed a little; that certainly restated the lesson about judging a book by the damn cover. Removing her foot from the dash, she watched as they approached a seedy looking building in the overcrowded tenements of Lower West City. Clotheslines hung window to window, people yelled in various dialects, weather animal or human, and children played in the middle of the street. This kind of place had been her home once; before her father had become a rich and famous liar.
I know I dreamed you a sin and a lie
I have my freedom but I don't have much time
Faith has been broken, tears must be cried
Let's do some living after we die
Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them some day
Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them some day
Both smiling a little, they pulled into a crappy looking parking lot; an unmarked cop car following closely behind.
"You know, that was the song that played when I met my husband twenty seven years ago. We were twelve and at a dance...Hmm, I kept stepping on his foot too."
Looking confused for a moment, the pretty teen climbed out of the car, and then started laughing in weird realization. The witch had gone and said something funny.
"I really don't see the humor Ms. Satan."
Gulping in breaths like a fish she managed a reply,
"No, you probably wouldn't."
Tailor twitched her nose (an increasingly annoying habit) and began walking towards the other two officers who were standing by a dented chain link fence. Sighing, Videl checked for her gun, which was carefully strapped to her upper leg, and followed after. Ah, the smell of bum crooks in the morning.
Thinking back to the classes left behind, she was immensely thankful that Orange Star had been willing to compromise with the P.D. They agreed to let her leave the premises for a set number of hours per week as partial gym, and extra community service credit. She would continue to be allowed these freedoms as long as A, her attendance in first period class was done, and B, her grades stayed above or at a 3.0 average. Luckily, these things were relatively simple for her to take care of. Videl could selfishly enjoy the work she loved to do with no stress laid onto her or her father. Well...her father would still stress anyway.
"Alright, Ms. Satan. We've decided that Fishlorn and Utz will head up the back way, and we'll take the front. You know the drill from there."
Yeah, she knew the drill. It still made her blood rush and her heart thump in anticipation of a fight. A lot of times there wasn't, but, every once in a while, some dumb shit would try something. That's when she felt truly needed.
Five Minutes Later
They were at the perp's door, the smells of foreign food wafting through the air, cries of babies and yelling couples barely muffled by the cardboard walls. To Videl, the situation was both real and surreal. Strange and incredibly familiar. She had done the same thing a week or two before but that didn't mean the outcome would be the same. Having a great intuition meant jack for what was going to happen in the next second.
Tailor knocked three times on the door and called out to 'Domino Ortega,' the man who was dealing the chemical. No answer was offered. They nodded to each other and proceeded to kick in the door...
Sadly, making the arrest had been simple and clean; there was barely a struggle. The station would take care of questioning and Videl had finished all the appropriate paperwork by the time Orange Star let out. So, after bidding her cop pals goodbye she dashed for Main street and to the back of the school where her friends would be waiting. And, if he was good to his word, Gohan as well.
Behind The School
"Oooohh, I hope Videl's all right...I hate it when she leaves for the Police people without telling us!"
Sharpener nodded his head at the blonde who was on the verge of tears...For Videl being five minutes late. He really didn't get cry-baby girls, which was one of the main reasons why he liked his tough friend in particular. Closing his eyes, Sharpener leaned against the school's outer brick wall, and proceeded to ignore Erasa's sobs. He had his own problems with a certain 'extra' person that got invited along...
Bah, there was nothing great about Gohan, the guy was just good at sucker punching. (Yeah keep trying to convince yourself of that Sharpie! Hehhheee)
"Yeah! There she is! Oh, thank goodness!"
Almost falling over from a heart attack, Sharpener glared at the squealing girl and then turned his sights to the bouncing dark beauty headed there way. He wondered, while wiping away some drool, if she even knew her boobs moved like that when she ran.
"Hey, E-Erasa, (whoosh) I just ran like, a mile to get here in time, but I was still late! I'm sorry."
"No worries, it was only a couple minutes, we still got a long while for some fun!"
Rolling his eyes, Sharpener started to speak up. He hated being ignored for any long period of time.
"Yah, look, let's get going 'cause I'm starved."
"Where's Gohan?"
Chewing on her lip for a moment, Erasa answered slowly,
"I think he said he'd be a few minutes...But to wait, if that was alright. Oh, he's sooo polite! I wish I had a boyfriend so sweet. I'd bet he'd carry a girl if she said one word about her foot hurting a little..."
Videl practically gagged and Sharpener didn't look much better, so, without another word, she shot off toward the boy's locker room exit. He might try to bolt anyway, despite what the blonde said.
Coming up to the slate colored door she waited impatiently for, hopefully, what might turn into a good friend...or something more...
BAD THOUGHT!
The pretty teen clenched her jaw shut and began to tap her foot impatiently on the ground. Damnit, if this shit didn't stop she was gonna start fantasizing about the guy while he was around!
"Come on Gohan, I'm kinda hungry too."
Inside The Locker Room
The aforementioned demi-Saiyajin was calmly looking around for his shirt, as it seemed to have gone missing in the span of five minutes. Finally coming across the white button up, 'mysteriously' stuffed into an empty locker, (One guess who, wheee hee) he slipped his shoes on and headed toward the door.
Still struggling with the small buttons (damn evil buttons), he walked quickly out into the warm afternoon. He would've kept walking too, if his senses hadn't stopped him with the presence of Miss Blue Energy. Looking up slightly confused, Gohan waited quietly in case she had something to say.
Videl could only choke on her spit when Gohan looked up at her, and she saw his shirt was still half way unbuttoned. 'Mmm...no...coheeerent...speakyy...' were among her most intelligible thoughts at the moment.
Her body, though, knew exactly what it wanted, even if her head couldn't process it correctly. Feeling that sudden melty warm sensation in her tummy, she turned pink, then red, and, for some sick reason, continued to stare at him (or, more correctly, his chest) without blinking.
Okay...So she had been right about him being some kind of martial artist, because he definitely didn't look like no hulking body builder. What did that dumb shit therapist say about her overactive emotions...? Count to five or some brain trippy crap like that...Errrr.
"1..."
I really wanna just walk over there...
"2..."
Run my palms over those dark spikes of hair on his head until it tickles...
"3..."
Follow the path of that little drop of water on his chest with my tongue...
"4..."
...I wonder how big he is...
"5! Fucking damn stupid hell! What the hell does that dumb bitch know! That didn't help one bit!"
Closing her eyes harshly, which only seemed to make it worse, the pretty teen spun away and
spoke in a slightly embarrassed tone,
"W-We're waiting by the, Mmm, oak tree, near the, uhhh, Chem. Lab exit. S-So when you're ahhh, ready...k?"
She ran off like a jumped rabbit, crossed her heart, and pleaded with God to stop her descriptive imagination. Or at least make her think everyone was unattractive.
Damn.
Even if she did think everyone was butt ugly...Gohan would still be the equivalent of a chip bag to a kid with the munchies. Gloriously yummy.
NAUGHTY, NAUGHTY! Stop thinking bad thoughts Videl!
Confused again, which seemed to be a very common ailment lately, Gohan finished up the buttons on his shirt. He was stopped from moving forward though, a strange scent peppering the air. What the hell was that?
It definitely wasn't perfume, shampoo, or any other girly products he'd ever gotten a whiff of.
However, it did smell really...nice. That was a stupid word to use. Not nice...indescribably good. Good enough that he was pretty sure he was getting a hard-on...
WHAT!
Bad, bad, bad...Think something else.
Videl biting her very pretty, and very full lips...
NOT HELPING!
Videl flirting with her eyes...Those very wide, blue eyes...
STILL NOT HELPING!
Videl jumping UP, and DOWN, during Volley ball, and bending over to tie her shoe, and-
DAMNIT, STOP IT ALL READY!
The demi teen managed to tamp down his raging hormones to only a dull throb in the pit of his stomach. Okay...So he had bad thoughts before, but maybe doing a little more heavy duty meditation would be a good idea.
Twenty minutes later found the foursome at one of the outdoor burger stands that West City was quite well known for. Gohan had found it easier to loiter near the back of the group since getting near Videl made him feel funny, being near Sharpener was just a trial of patience and Erasa... Well, she made Bulma's Mom sound like a whiskey toned siren. He was sure his ears started to bleed when she screamed about a cute puppy. The puppy, sadly, looked at him like, 'what do you know 'bout pain, bub? I got three like her at home.' The dark haired boy instantly promised to do volunteer work down at the shelter, and save poor puppies from screeching harpies.
Harpies?
He was spending way to much time around Vegeta.
"Gohan?"
Shaking his head, the demi teen smiled weakly at Videl, who appeared to have been calling his name for the last five minutes. He refused to make eye contact though, since that would just embarrass him...a lot.
"What?"
"What do you want to eat? I'm buying."
Ouch. Wrong thing to say to a hungry saiyajin.
"Well, if your being so generous..."
She looked cross for a moment as if battling something in her head. The girl probably didn't even realize she had the most expressive features...Shaking his head sharply again he concentrated on how food was what he wanted. Not Videl and her pouty lips...That looked like cherries. FUCK!
"Yeah, I'm bein' real generous."
"Seven cheeseburgers, five hamburgers, three things of french fries, six milkshakes- two vanilla, four chocolate, ten ice-cream bars, five sodas - three cherry, and two orange..."
Videl looked awestricken, her pretty mouth opening and closing like a fish.
"Ah-anything, else...?"
He smiled that classic Son grin that easily made her let go of a lot of money.
"Can I get five onion rings too?"
Nodding dumbly, she doled out the rest of the group's orders and then they went to snag a table with one of those neat umbrellas on it. Ten minutes later each of them had food, Erasa and Sharpener being the only ones with a relatively normal sized amount. Gohan was just...Well, a Saiyajin, and Videl, surprisingly, had quite a bit too.
"It's that constant adrenalin. At least three times a day, bare minimum of course, some freak-a-doo with a gun waves it at innocent people...So, of course, they call me in to kick some major ass. You know Erasa, I'm always jittery afterwards, right?"
The blonde sipped her soda and nodded in agreement. Gohan was still devouring his food with remarkable speed so he really only had one ear on the conversation. The pretty teen punched him in the arm, her finger's squishing with ketchup and mustard.
"Are you listening! Damn, boy, how do you breathe?"
Choking and burping somehow, he replied politely,
"Through my nose. I think. I never really give it much thought cause I'm eating. I don't usually contemplate then. It's, Mmm, a family trait, you could say."
Videl giggled a little, a strangely cute sound that wasn't heard often by anyone at the table; very old friends included. Gohan blushed and returned to his food with renewed gusto, while Sharpener, seated next to Erasa, just made a grunting sound.
Ping!
No one else noticed it, except her. The pretty teen watched as a young woman fell to the ground with a hundred shopping bags pulling from her grasp.
Ping!
It went straight through the striped material of a table umbrella not more than five feet from them, right through someone's soda cup, and into the soft dirt.
Ping!
A man yelled about his leg and a woman started screaming about blood, and 'Oh my god she's dead!' Videl felt that slight pressure at the base of her skull that meant full blown headache soon.
Sighing, she stepped up onto the table, and, finding that it wasn't high enough to see the direction of the sniper, put a foot on Gohan's shoulder for a better perch. She was incredibly surprised at her ability to stand on him like a freaking chair. Was he really that strong? He wasn't even making a face, only looking a trifle curious.
"What are you doing Videl?"
She didn't answer. Judging the angle and direction...a moving shadow on top of the West City Co-op building, and then another bullet ricochet by. More screaming.
"Videl, OH MY GOD WE'RE BEING SHOT AT! VIDEL GET DOWN, OKAY?"
Erasa had to be kidding...Or, knowing her, probably not.
"Listen guys-" She paused to vacate the strange spot, "-Get down, yell for the store owner to call the cops. I gotta take care of this."
Videl smiled that smile that seemed to soothe everyone...but it didn't work on her newest friend.
"What are you going to do!"
The bullets had been like screaming, Gohan had heard the first one as it was being shot. At first the noise hadn't been placeable, since it reverberated from one area to another...but then he realized that was because of the consecutive shooting. He placed the sniper about three minutes before Videl climbed on him, and that smell distracted him...God, was it her? Crap.
"I just gotta take care of this, then we can eat again I guess. Heh, you're done though, so never mind."
She said it so calmly...To fucking calmly. Didn't she realized her little human body wasn't gonna stand up to bullets! His mother had never been so stupid and she, at one time, had been the world's strongest woman.
Videl started toward the building after she saw he wasn't moving. He was such a strange guy...Quiet, and then he'd say something that truly made him seem like he was out back in the boonies...and then he was so damn polite! Then he'd go and say something insightful. God, who was he! Really!
"Wait!"
Gohan grabbed her arm as gently as he could manage under the pressing circumstances, but at her shocked face loosened his hand a little more. She continued to look at him like he was a nut case and started to struggle a little. Then her eyes widened like she realized something.
"Oh, that's sweet. You probably don't know I work for the police. It's kinda like a would be rookie job, but it's okay I know what I'm doing. So, let go of my arm."
It was a nice warning, but a warning nonetheless. Gohan continued holding, a stubborn look crossing his face. Thanks, mom.
"You've gotta be...you're joking right? Even if you are a martial artist, I'd still kick your ass. You wanna know why? Cause your Private Ryans are easily accessible! Now let me go, Gohan!"
Removing his hand like it had been burnt, the demi teen looked a tad put out by her last comment. He apologized hastily and continued to stand still as she ran off toward the building across the street; her movements dodgy so the sniper couldn't get a clear shot.
"The dumbest..."
Erasa motioned for him to get down, but her and Sharpener were so caught up in their own fear and worry, they didn't notice as he ran off with that lovely super speed of his.
Videl had warned the manager of the building to lock the upper doors behind her, and to not, under any circumstances, evacuate the building until they got in touch with the police. She had already radioed in her presence at the scene.
The dead calm that came next was strange and very much a defense mechanism. Truthfully, her heart was fluttering like a butterfly and she felt like she needed to use the ladies room. Whether to throw up or go, hadn't been determined.
Taking the stairs two at a time, she pushed the roof door open to bright sunlight and was careful to close it silently. Now, it was time to go on instinct. Moving from the back of a large sign screwed into the concrete, to a protruding vent, she searched for the sniper. He was there, to the north of her; definitely a male human, with a coat and hoodie on so she couldn't make out ethnicity. He was crouched over his rifle and talking loud enough to make out. Was there someone else around! Shit.
"Fucking bitch. I told her. I told her! Not to fucking mess with me! I told her what would happen, I said this would happen. I said I'd do myself in after. I TOLD HER! Fucking whore..."
Videl's eyes widened. Okay, so he was insane. That just made it easier. Right. She wiped the sweat on her fore head and rubbed at the back of her neck. Oh, that headache was coming on strong. She'd need a Vicodin, ice pack, and her bed after this. Thank God it was Friday.
Carefully removing her boots, the pretty teen began to make a silent way forward, her feet testing out the ground before hand so no rocks moved or debre rustled. She finally got up behind him. A pressure point could work, but then her gut immediately dismissed that; with his thick clothing she could miss, and either kill or not do anything to him. Both outcomes would get her in big, deep, doo-doo.
"FUCKING BITCH!"
Videl had to bite her tongue harshly to keep from screaming. The guy was a kook! Oh, man. Releasing a breath slowly and silently, she grabbed him around the neck, dragging him backwards a little. He seemed to be one step ahead of her though. Whipping his arm back he cracked the butt of his riffle against her cheek, nose and eye. Ouch. That would probably leave some bruises. The pretty teen attempted to trip him, while tightening her choke hold, but only managed to get herself hit again. Finally, getting dizzy from his repetitive whacks, she released him and fell awkwardly on her butt; her back a couple feet from the edge.
The man looked pissed beyond all reasoning and since he wasn't holding his gun correctly anyway, tossed it aside.
"FUCK! You're all the same! All whores and nosy little bitches! Well, hahahah I guess I broke that pretty nose of yours!"
Videl felt that headache pounding even worse, her ears rang and her face hurt like all hell. Getting up, she managed to tackle him to the ground but then he started kicking and hitting her again, and since she was already dazed, her hands didn't seem to go fast enough to block them. Finally he tossed her off, her body rolling to a stop near his bag of bullets and other parts.
"Bitch! You know, I'm gonna enjoy doing this MYSELF! You're all the goddamn same!"
The sound that issued from him was so inhuman, Videl shivered in response. God...He couldn't have done that much damage to her body with just regular boots and gloves! She glanced wearily at his shoes. Steeltoe. Great. Dry heaving a little, the dark haired girl got onto her hands and knees, practically falling back down with the watery shift the world took.
"Hahhhhaaa! So funny! You hurting a little, stupid bitch!"
He came up to her prone form and started kicking viscously. Getting worried when everything went a little gray, she started gagging on the blood in her mouth. Fucker busted her lips.
Then something very bad happened.
Feeling a slight whoosh of air, Videl noticed that the jerk had lifted her up...and was leaning precariously over the side. It went down forever... To the concrete ground filled with blaring sirens and people screaming, 'she's gonna fall!'
He was gonna drop her off the fucking side of the building.
She struggled weakly, began screaming, (even though the screaming shook up her head like crazy) clawed at his face and managed to knock off his stupid gas station hat in the process.
This can't be true! She didn't want to die like this!
Suddenly, Videl heard the distinctive putter of chopper blades. Oh, God let them help her.
"Put down the woman now. There's nowhere for you to go. You can be given leniency if you show some mercy, a little good will."
Leniency her ass. He was gonna fry for multiple murder. Even if she had to stick his dick in a light socket to do it.
The wack job seemed to feel the same way, because he smiled, in a very demented way, and flipped off the copter.
"You want me to put her down! Okay I'll put the bitch down permanently!"
It felt like everything stopped. Even her heart. But then it sped back up impossibly quick.
God, no.
Continuing to struggle, with even more vigor than she thought possible after her injuries, the pretty teen managed to land a nice jagged scratch down his face. Fucking prick just laughed as he let go. She made a grab, and felt disgusted when his glove tugged off. Brass knuckles. Asshole.
Okay...So this is how Videl, daughter of the world's savior, is gonna die. Squished like a pancake. She was worried that maybe her calmness was a tad weird, but then it came. The screaming. Her, and about a million people below. She wondered if it was true what they said about having a heart attack before you hit the ground. And then she realized it probably didn't matter much at that point.
Then something odd came to her. It was that memory of how painfully shy Gohan had looked when she flirted with him a little. And, strangely, how much she was gonna miss not being able to tease him again...Self pity kicked in next; dying a fucking virgin was just so not cool. What a sick joke that one was.
...Why wasn't she falling to her death?
Videl looked up into the beautiful features of the Gold Fighter, and could barely control her startled jump. When the hell had he...? Okay, she was floating...It was a weird feeling...
This was the second time her secret Hero had saved the day. Finding the glitter and shock wearing away quickly, she took stock of his appearance. White shirt, orange...pants? Did he go to their school! That was some food for thought. Glancing at his shoulder, the pretty teen felt the world slide out from beneath her...err, metaphorically speaking of course.
Ketchup and mustard stain.
It was the exact spot she had splattered Gohan.
Looking even closer at his face, Videl mentally changed the hair color and eye color.
Oh, dear God... She seemed to be invoking His name a lot lately.
"G-Gohan?"
The Gold fighter looked to the side and set his piercing eyes on the girl in his arms. Mouthing the word shit, he watched as she started to smile, and then laugh hysterically. Guess it was that shock thing. He shifted a little to silence her and then glared as he spoke,
"We'll talk in a few minutes."
"It's true. It's true!"
His tardiness in arriving had been, in part, due to the problem he was facing now. Recognition. Videl was incredibly astute (something he'd learned during their week together in class) and, after a few minutes calm thought, he had grown leery about showing up as the "Gold Fighter." He'd also been worried about the news crews and his mother's ringing admonitions. Catching only the last couple minutes of the fight from a neighboring building, he'd wallowed in indecision until the small form of his...Friend? had gone flying out into emptiness.
The demi teen had dashed all shit aside and phased to catch her body.
Looking to the left he spotted the criminal, who was scuttling backwards toward the exit. He dropped down on to the concrete roof, and gently put down Videl, as she seemed to be having a hard time standing up. Then he turned to address the darkly clothed man,
"Are you done?"
The man made a half whimpering, half choked noise and nodded his head in absolute fear. He'd read the newspapers. He'd seen the TV clips. It was better to rot in jail then get beat senseless.
Videl dry heaved once more and quickly made friends with the ground. Before blacking out, she gripped the Fighter's leg and muttered incoherently,
"I..wanna do that too."
Gohan heard the police thundering up the stairs, so he figured the defeated girl would be okay for now. Crouching down, he pushed one of her thick pig tails away from her face, and felt a slight anger overcome him. Fucking caught up in his own worries that he'd let her get beat black and blue. A pretty face like hers shouldn't be bruised like that. Damnit, always to slow. Always to late. Straightening, he phased over to psycho man and raised his ki a little. The man pissed his pants and fainted. Oops. He hadn't meant to raise it that much but, oh well, he didn't waste much guilt over it.
Diving off the building, Gohan immediately felt the cleansing lull of flight. It was an illusion though, because soon he'd be thrust into the hub-bub of Capsule Corp. and a new life as a super hero, if everything worked out. And now Videl knew who he was. What would she do? What he wouldn't give to just lock himself in the GR with Vegeta and draw blood until all the guilt, everything, went away...
Twenty minutes later
"Hey Gohan! Why are you here?"
Trunks had been doing a simple routine on the C.C front lawn but had flopped down at the sight of the older demi.
"I have to ask your mum something. Is she inside?"
"Yeah. Her and dad were arguing so she told me to go outside and do stuff. Errrr, it's so annoying cause I was watching some toons! But maybe if you wanna talk to mom they'll stop so I can go back inside."
Gohan looked a little apprehensive at entering the den of the beast; the beast being Bulma of course. He'd rather fight a hundred Freezas than deal with her on a bad day. Hunching his shoulders, and putting on his best warrior look, he walked slowly into the house. It was better to deal with the genius, since she inflicted pain with her voice, than with his mother, who inflicted pain with her frying pan. The demi teen had to suppress a shudder at some choice memories of that special melee weapon. Upon entering the kitchen he looked up toward the far wall, where a series of strange sounds could be heard.
Ugh...oh God. Why the hell didn't he use his sensing abilities!
"Uh! Who's your woman! Say my name! Say it!
They were banging against the wall! Aww, fucking hell! Gohan quickly spun around and tried to block out the horrible grunting and moaning sounds. Didn't they know their son was just outside!
"BULMA!"
"Ah, that's right...Oh, good boy, good-GOHAN!"
The demi teen, fearing the wrath of Vegeta, screamed his apologies and ran for his life. Tomorrow! He'd do this Tomorrow, after repeatedly bashing his head against a tree until all memory was erased.
"Hey, Gohan! Are they done arguing? Where are you going?"
"Trunks, they're definitely done arguing, but PLEASE don't go inside! I promise you'll regret it, and I'm going the fuck home!"
Looking a little blown over, Trunks slowly started another routine as a grin came to his face. He'd learned another new Word. The little demi wondered what 'fuck' meant? Maybe he could ask his Mom. Or dad. It all depended.
Note- you think that was all right? I thought it was kind of funny. Next chapter's gonna proby be about Gohan, finally, getting his Saiyaman outfit. And Videl asking about flight lessons. Oh, and I'm starting another G/V fic, but it'll be AU and a tad more fast paced than this one. This one I wanted to really touch on the growing love and the many emotions invested in it. Gohan's problems and Videl's problems, and all the weirdness of their lives. It'll get a little more, you know, complex with the tournament, saiyaman, lessons and the visit to capsule. Ta ta. Oh! And I'll try to make updates a bit quicker you know? Thanks, as always, to cool peeps who review! Or rant, I've a sympathetic ear, and I'm willing to pat backs or take crap. But not to much. I'll cry and never write again! Heheheh.