The Wacky Story of Videl and Gohan

By: Drama Princess87

DISCLAIMER: I do not in any way, shape, or form own DBZ. So neener neener neener!

AUTHORS NOTE: Holy cow it's been a while since I posted. Sorry about that, many upheavals have gone down in Real Life Land. Here is a long awaited update guys, sorry it took me so long!

'Denotes thought'

Denotes bond-speak

Chapter Fifteen: A Fight to the Death?

Trunks groaned as he sat his bruised and battered body down onto the couch inside of Capsule Corp. Earlier, Vegeta had pushed him to his limits and further to test the future boy's strength. Trunks wasn't sure if he had past his father's test, but he was praying to Dende that he would get some sort of rest before the next segment of torture.

"Boy! Where are you!"

'Damn you Dende.'

Trunks got up and tried to look somewhat neutral as he headed towards the kitchen. When he entered, he found his mother stirring a pot that looked suspiciously like the stuff you'd pull out of the drain.

"Hey Mom. Uh… what are you making?" Trunks asked with one eyebrow raised.

Bulma smiled and grabbed a box of paprika. "Oh, I'm making a pot of something called jambawhatsitorother. Chichi told me it was really tasty. I think I'm getting the hang of this cooking thing!" Turning back to the stove, she proceeded to dump the entire contents of the box into the pot, turning it from a sickly green to an even sicker brownish-green color.

Trunks felt all the color leave his face as he slowly backed away from his crazy cooking mother. 'I wonder if I can convince Dad to order pizza tonight…' Squaring his shoulders, he marched into the blistering sunlight and looked for his father. Barely squinting, Trunks spotted Vegeta's crouched form by the Gravity Chamber. Ambling over, he inwardly groaned at the thought of more training.

Sensing Trunks's presence, Vegeta turned and looked at him.

"Boy, I want you to get Kakkarot's mini-harpy spawn and bring him here so your mini-self can battle him to the death." Vegeta folded his arms over his chest and stared, stone-faced.

Trunks sweatdropped. "You want me to what?"

'Has he lost it?'

Vegeta frowned. "Get. Kakkarot's. Mini-Spawn. So. Mini-You. Can. Fight. Him. To. The. Death. Moron."

Now Trunks was sure Vegeta had lost it. "Um Dad… I don't think neither Mom nor Chichi would want their sons to fight to the death. Since… you know… they're little and all. Maybe when their older?"

Vegeta stared him down.

After two long minutes of nothing but silent staring, Trunks felt a drop of sweat slide down his back.

"Good point."

Trunks did a double-take. "Wha..?"

"You and Go-Dork can fight to the death. You're older." Vegeta smirked, waiting for his son to react.

"WHAT!" Trunks felt his jaw drop as he stared unabashedly at his father. "I mean… WHAT!"

Bulma stuck her head out of the window. "Vegeta, what's going on here?" Her frying pan glinted silver in the sunlight.

Vegeta shrugged one shoulder up. "Nothing. Boy here and Kakkarot's elder spawn are going to fight to the death."

Bulma smiled. "Oh, if that's all!" Laughing, she pulled her head back inside and headed towards the telephone. 'Chichi has to hear about this.'

"Dad, are you serious! Why do you want me to battle Gohan to the death! I mean… I thought you and Goku were getting along somewhat… you haven't tried to kill him and take over the world recently or anything."

Vegeta sneered. "Just because I haven't killed that sorry excuse for a Saiyan does not mean that I won't. He's just… convenient to have around currently. But that could change in an instant Boy. Besides, you're getting soft. Ever since you came back here, you've lost your internal Saiyan fire. Too busy playing kissy face with Go-Dork's personal harpy."

Trunks frowned. "I have not been playing kissy face with anyone! And Videl isn't a harpy."

"Defending her honor? Dammit Boy, you're turning into one of Kakkarot's mindless brats! Did I not teach you better!" Vegeta glared, his eyebrows lowered.

Trunks looked at Vegeta strangely. "Uh… you didn't teach me… you're dead in my world, remember?"

Vegeta snorted. "Like that matters. Just by being in my illustrious presence you should have learned to follow my behavior. Since I am the Prince of the Saiyans, I am the best role model you could possibly have."

Trunks luckily didn't get the chance to say anything as Goku suddenly popped up beside Vegeta and grinned.

"Hey Vegeta!"

Vegeta's face fell into even more of a scowl. "Dammit Kakkarot! How many times do I have to tell you, do not use that ridiculous trick around my presence!"

Goku grinned and playfully ruffled Vegeta's hair. "Oh come on Vegeta, lighten up!"

Vegeta's eyebrow twitched. 'Damn him and his little dog too. Wait. He doesn't have a dog.' Vegeta turned his head as Gohan, Goten, and Chichi landed a few feet away. He smirked. 'Oh wait. I'm mistaken. There's his bitch and their puppies now.'

CLANG!

"OW MOTHERF-"

"Sometimes Vegeta, it might help you if you keep your nasty thoughts to yourself so I don't receive them." Bulma simpered. She turned slightly and began to shine her treasured frying pan.

Vegeta glowered silently. For now.

"Hey Trunks." Gohan grinned as he watched Goten jump onto Trunks's back.

"Hey Gohan." Trunks smiled somewhat stiltedly as Goten adopted a strangle hold. "So, what brings you here?"

"Well, your mom called my mom and said it might be in all of our best interests to get over here quickly, or 'some serious Saiyan stupidity' was going to go down. Mom insisted on going with."

Trunks adopted his Vegeta smirk. "Of course she did. Your mom would relish any chance to stick it to my dad."

"Can you blame her?" Gohan laughed. "It took ten months for the grass to grow back outside of the house."

Before Trunks could retort, Chichi let out a shrill scream. "WHAT! YOU WANT MY BABY TO DO WHAT!"

Vegeta smirked, Goku sweatdropped, and Bulma raised one perfect eyebrow. Chichi proceeded to burst into tears.

"Whoa, Mom. Calm down. What's up?" Gohan absentmindedly patted his mother's back as she wailed into his shoulder, muttering about crazy homicidal Saiyans and how her babies would never grow up to get married.

Bulma cleared her throat loudly. "Apparently, Vegeta thinks it would be a good idea if you and Trunks here fought to the death. I think he's read too many Danielle Steele novels and needs a dose of reality." Vegeta's eyebrow twitched.

Gohan's mouth fell open and he dropped Chichi. "What!"

Goten and Little Trunks began to laugh mischievously. "I think you should do it Gohan." Goten piped up. "Then you can show Videl how much stronger you are than Trunks. Especially since he was staring at her the whole time we were at the fair and I saw him try to kiss her!"

Gohan turned slowly and looked at Trunks. Trunks felt his slight smirk fall off his face as he saw a variety of emotions flicker across Gohan's guarded face. There was shock, sadness, jealously, melancholy, and… oh yeah… rage. Rage was the emotion that dominated now as Gohan's face hardened.

"We'll fight a week from today. That will give you time enough to train so you won't be too humiliated." Gohan spat the words out. Glaring once more at Trunks, he turned and rocketed away from Capsule Corp.

A breeze fluttered through the trees.

"Uh… did I miss something?" Goku asked, his hand behind his head.