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Chapter 13 : Fair Game
"That's—well—it's..."
"Animalistic?"
"Um, yeah."
The flame-haired man before him laughed, throwing his head up to the white ceiling. Son Gohan furrowed his eyebrows, his cheeks already an uncomfortable red—Vegeta's laughing did nothing to help. The teen wondered for the umpteenth time just how he got himself in the matter. Oh yes, he had to. He was old enough for the talk.
"It's not really that animalistic if you understand the reasons."
"The soul union itself is, well, great and all—bu—but the..." the teen felt his face heat up once more as he fumbled for the words.
"The ritual?" Vegeta supplied with a smirk on his face.
Gohan wondered how his heart kept beating when all the blood was in his head. "Y-yes.... It's, well, it-it just doesn't seem—nice."
"Look at me, boy." Gohan turned his eyes up at his King. Vegeta's face was solemn and serious, black orbs boring into his own. "When the time comes, when you switch into that mental state, trust me, you won't be thinking of anything else. You should count your blessings that you still have a shot at the ritual. Your father and I weren't so fortunate," Vegeta's lips curved into a smile, "although the alternative never made me complain."
Kami, was the man trying to embarrass him to death? Gohan wanted no more than to run out of the private chamber and pretend he wasn't in a discussion with his King about the mating habits of his race. His train of thought was cut off by Vegeta's deep voice. "Listen good, I'm going to go over the basics again."
"Yes, my King."
She didn't need to hear it twice. Videl spun around and shot into the dense forest. Whatever feelings she had for Gohan was thrown straight out of the window. Any sane woman would be as terrified as she was if an immensely powerful man like Gohan threatened to rape her. She would admit a deeper, more primal part of her was thrilled and anticipated the oncoming game. She didn't know if she should feel disgusted or surprised at the thought.
Her mind was still jumbled with questions though. Ritual? And all she had to do was avoid him till sunrise? And then—he would let her go? What did that mean? "Let her go"?
Was it a test?
Was he just trying to scare her so she would use her abilities to the max?
Does she want to find out?
Heck, no.
"Till sunrise, eh?" Videl whispered between pants as the scenery around her blurred while she zigzagged through the foliage. Her ki was suppressed even before her first step away from him. Skidding to a stop, she stood still and frowned as she caught her breath. She was more than painfully well aware how her body wasn't co-operating as it was supposed to. Gohan just had to choose the time at her weakest didn't he?
However, she didn't need strength and stamina. Videl took a deep breath and calmed her nerves; she would need her mind as clear as it could be. She would not lose to him, regardless if his threat was real or not. Thinking over her options, Videl took in her surroundings and patted down her body. She left all her belongings in the clearing with Gohan's—though the small knife in her boots was blissfully present. The raven haired girl grinned.
Videl calculated her distance and direction from where she started by sensing Gohan's still un-cloaked ki before turning in the opposite direction. She was about to run again before Gohan's ki spiked a millisecond before it disappeared. Videl cursed and wasted no time shooting off. Her time was over.
The hunt was on.
Gohan sprinted into the forest, following the scent of her soap and shampoo. Against the natural smells of the forest, her scent was a flashing beacon. He himself used unscented soap, knowing it would give him an extra advantage over Videl. The young man frowned, wondering if the hunt was over before it even began. That wasn't good—his blood was pulsing for a challenge. However, he really didn't have any other choice even in light of the apparent desultory hunt.
Her scent was thinning—then it came back sharp but
the trail stopped. Gohan skidded to a halt, spreading all his senses to
the max. Her smell was coming strong from where he was standing but there
was no sign of the young woman. If she was near, he couldn't hear her breathing
over the rustling—at least not until the winds die down just a bit. His
black eyes scrutinized the area around him; looking for un-rhythmic swaying
of leaves or broken branches. Then in the dark greenery and soil, one thing
caught his eye. It was glaringly obvious once he picked it out from the
darkness—a tip of cloth behind a large bush.
Videl held her breath, focused on the person she knew wasn't far away from her. To be honest, his speed scared the heck out of her; she never imagined he would have caught up to her that quickly. She had a good idea how he did it and she hoped he wouldn't catch her before she had the chance to even the odds. She couldn't be that out of practice could she? Sure, a month of pure slacking off and then suddenly thrown back into a forest night chase—she could manage… Right? She could stay out of his way as long as she knew where he was, and now he's—he's…. Oh crap.
She strained her ears but heard nothing. Kami, she had no idea where he was and what he was doing. She had a lock on his presence just a second ago! Where—?
Videl clamped her eyes shut and tensed.
He silently walked over, his ki so tightly focused
in his feet that not even the dry leaves made a sound. He had changed his
pants to his usual black spandex, preferring the stealth it gave him that
no rustling of cloth could give him away. His torso was still bare, not
that it matter much to him. It would just make things easier.
Standing over the bush, Gohan frowned before fazing
behind it.
There! There was her chance! Videl's ears picked up the unnatural rustle above the sounds of the forest. She knew exactly where Gohan was and that he would be preoccupied for a moment. Without haste, she shot out from her hiding place and into the darkness.
It was the outer tank top she had been wearing.
Gohan pulled the dark blue tank top from the bush and eyed it before turning
his attention to the ground behind him. With his superior eye sight and
the moonlight filtering through, he could make out foot prints in the ground.
The foot prints became deeper as the ground became softer and Gohan followed
them to a small creek.
"Not bad, Videl..." Gohan whispered with a growl as he figured out what had occurred. The ground beside the creek was muddy and it was upturned, furthermore it bore deep uneven marks. The size of hand and feet indentations signaled that the marks were caused by Videl—rolling around in the mud. His eyes followed the tracks into the creek where he could see that the rocky bottom was disturbed.
Gohan inhaled deeply. The young woman successfully got rid of her scent. She had left the tank top to stall him, then she covered herself with mud to get rid of the soap and shampoo smell before washing it all off in the creek. Foot prints that led out of the other side of the creek made him narrow his eyes. He easily jumped over and landed silently.
The foot prints led into the forest before him. Gohan didn't follow them though and walked a short way down along the creek, his eyes finding another set of foot prints leading back into the waters. Gohan floated back to the other side and eyed the forest floor above the bank. Crushed leaves, broken twigs, the slight warmth... She had been crouched a few feet away from him a few moments ago.
He grinned, running a tongue over the bulge of his sharpened canines before sprinting in the direction Videl had just ran off to. He was blessed with instincts and tracking skills that had been exercised daily for the last 3 years. However, those were put aside for the moment. Instead, Gohan focused on the one advantage he had greatly over the young woman. Smirking widely, he reached deep inside and ruthlessly plucked.
"As you know, our race is mildly telepathic.
Turns out these humans possess the same mental abilities, despite their
failure to truly incorporate them into their lives. It's this similarity
between us that make it so for Saiyans and humans to be so compatible—other
than physically. You, as the first half-breed, should know."
Gohan frowned at being called "half-breed" but kept his silence. Vegeta eyed the boy, knowing well how the word affected him. Smirking, Vegeta continued, "The union needs blood to recognize its targets, so to speak. Our bodies can read the DNA of the one we are to be bound, and our blood have the genetics to supply the information for the other to link back. It's this transfer of blood that holds the ground for beginning a union. I believe you have been told what happened when the girl was born?"
Gohan nodded, uncomfortable about the sudden change in topic.
"Good. You can already skip that part; the foundation had already been set. It's still dormant, and will be until you become older and instinctively accept each other. The only way to truly activate the link is by the ritual, or by a more direct mean. I do suggest you to rely on the ritual. Your mother and Bulma did not need to be hunted by Saiyan traditions. Knowing well they won't really put up much of a fight in the first place.
"Your mate though—I suppose it will be worthwhile for you to adhere to our traditions. It'll be a test of your own worth, boy. If you fail in the ritual then by all means you aren't worth becoming her mate. You understand so far?"
"Yes." But Kami knew just how much Gohan didn't want to understand.
"Like our Oozaru transformation, this implementing of the mental—soul—link needs to be activated. For us male Saiyans it's activated by a certain chemical when we get excited. Not really just sexually aroused. But something deeper, it happens when we go into what we call the Tredropa state. Canines elongate to ease penetration. A slight change in behavior, more instinct driven, and our telepathic abilities increase.
"The humans—females—they need to be excited too to an extent. Adrenaline is the key here, whether adrenaline from fear or pleasure. Then they must be focused solely on you. This is what the ritual does; your potential mate would have her awareness honed in on your presence. It's to—synchronize the frequency. Sexual intercourse is also a more preferred way." The Saiyan King paused to eye the fidgeting boy; no doubt the conversation was uncomfortable to him. Vegeta mentally sneered—no Saiyan warrior should be so pathetic. But it was entertaining none the less.
"So..." Gohan coughed into his fist, keeping eye contact away from Vegeta. "The ritual isn't really just plain ceremonial?"
Vegeta gave a sudden bark of laughter that nearly
sent Gohan toppling off the chair from surprise. "What are you saying,
boy? That the Saiyan race would put up with meaningless ceremonies? The
ritual is more procedure than custom. You'll understand."
Videl gasped, stumbled, and fell. She had been
running full-speed when suddenly everything went away. They didn't
exactly disappear, but she did. Her vision fragmented violently, all her
senses weren't working—dead. The ground beneath her was gone, replaced
by endless black that wasn't black since she had no perception to label
the color. She couldn't breathe—didn't need to. She didn't exist.
She felt nothing—not even feeling that she felt nothing, absurd as it may sound. Nothing at all.
Except him.
She had gasped then, taking a sharp intake of breath. Gohan was there, not far away, yet not up close, nor anywhere in between. Just there.
The pain of impacting with the ground jarred her back to reality. Trembling on the soil, she tried to grasp that she had ceased to exist—at least it felt that way. She felt it before, but never this strong—this sudden. Then it clicked with her. Gohan. She knew what the bastard did, he—twang.
Videl felt it happen again, knowing immediately what he was aiming for. Her last conscious thought was that if he could do it to her—she could do it to him. Desperately, she reached back before his presence disappeared—right after she got a hold on reality—and viciously plucked him back. The sound of crashing alerted her just how close he was. He couldn't be more than a few yards away. Forcing herself back on her feet, she tore through the forest—desperate to get more distance between them—before Gohan recovered from the backlash.
She didn't get far before crashing roughly again to the forest floor.
Gohan pushed himself back on his feet after hearing
Videl fall for a second time. Damn. He didn't except her to be able to
disrupt his balance in return. He wasn't fast enough to close the link
into their normal state and suddenly found himself back on his knees. Videl
didn't wait again this time and plucked him again before he recovered.
It was like someone turning off the lights suddenly, or knocking you out for a second. Disorienting.
His control was better than her and he was able to recover more quickly despite being tugged twice in a row. He gave a final rough and deep pull at her before cutting off the link. A second later he was back on his feet, shooting straight in her direction.
Videl struggled to a standing position. Her vision
was still spinning but she knew she had no time to wait for it to settle.
Gohan had cut off the link; he must be close enough not needing it to slow
her down. Or maybe he didn't want her to return the 'attack'. Whatever
he reason was it did not bode well for her.
She needed a distraction. More time. No—not a distraction, but a diversion.
She held out both her hands and formed a ki ball in each. She then levitated off the ground sped off into the forest, determined to shake Gohan off her trail till she could find somewhere safe to hide till sunrise.
Two—no—three ki. Three of her ki signatures with
the same speed and strength. Different directions.
The demi-Saiyan stopped, his boots kicking up dirt and dead leaves in a whirl from his sudden brake. Then suddenly, all three ki blinked out one by one—and from the far away sound of trees shaking he knew what she had done. She masked her flying ki with a few others ki balls going in different directions. Over the years she had used this tactic before with him, forcing him to gamble which direction she went off to. It usually was enough for her to shake him off her trail for her to hide in crowds or wherever.
Fortunately for Gohan, this time her stamina wasn't as durable as before and the thick forest would quickly snuff out any ki ball once she's far enough not to control them. Then, she wouldn't dare fly above the canopy as he would simply follow her up and spot her. Unfortunately though, it was enough. The maximum area for her to hide judging from the length of control over the ki balls was just adequate for her to hide and move around till sun rise.
He tossed over in his head if he should try opening their link once more. True, she would be able to use it against him, but he just needed one unnatural rustle over the otherwise relatively silent forest to get a bearing on her direction and distance. Getting down on one knee, Gohan closed his eyes and reached out to her. To his surprise, he couldn't.
The trick was, as Videl found, was forming a mental
"door". Once she felt Gohan opening his "door", she merely shut hers. It
was surprisingly easy once she got the concept and tried it. Like closing
one's mouth; a simple "shut" command from the brain. Or like suppressing
ki; pushing it down with a quick breath, focusing it to one's center.
Without the link and the now additional distance between them, Videl silently got up before moving forward deeper into the forest. Gohan would have to rely on his tracking skills, and she had to rely on her stealth. She took to the branches above, jumping nimbly and silently through the trees. It would keep her from leaving tracks on the forest floor; however, she suspected Gohan had a way around that too. Since he always managed to stay on her trail no matter what she tried.
Videl remembered a moment more than a year ago when she
was convinced she had lost—that Gohan had caught her. But the event had
just added to her ever growing list of questions regarding the enigma that
was this hunter Gohan. He had followed her to the small town of Fern; the
closest he had ever got outside of a full-moon truce—to her knowledge anyway.
She still had no idea what had transpired then.
Chapter 13 Interlude
Nowhere to Run
How. Could. She. Be. So. CARELESS?!
Idiot! Stupid idiot! Damn it that was just redundant calling herself a "stupid idiot". Idiots are supposed to be stupid, you idiot! AUGH!
Maybe he won't notice that she noticed him. Maybe he would stay nicely a few steps behind her in supposed stealth until she could think up someway to escape. But how? He was a frickin' five meters behind her! Even if she did starting running now, if would take him no time to catch her because of the heavy crowds. She could take to the air but then it would be an aerial chase. And he knows she would be back. She wasn't carrying her duffel bag; all her money and belongings were in it at the inn.
In her distracted state, Videl started to bump into people and earning herself glares and a couple indignant, "Hey! Watch it!" Ugh, so far for acting "normal". She could practically see him there. Dark black eyes boring into the back of her head with a determined frown on his face. Hell, she could confidently guess which foot he was on. Left, right, left, right—what in the world was she thinking!? She needed to get away.
It was then the market crowd abruptly thinned out as Videl reached the end of the street and on to the town's warehouse district. It was plainly a long stretch of a narrow two way street with dark gray warehouses stacked side-by-side all the way out into the modest harbor. A few stands and stalls were still found, mostly selling fruits or fish that were freshly imported from the smaller tropical islands. She paid no attention to this though; all that mattered was that she had a clear shot to run.
Videl slightly crouched to execute a burst of speed when sudden warmth came over her back and neck—immediately freezing her on the spot. Her blue eyes were widening with her heart beat increasing three-fold by every second. He was right behind her. Just barely touching her but his body heat was so close she actually wondered if they weren't touching already. She didn't move, nor did he. They must have appeared silly standing so close to each other yet both made no movement at all.
The young woman didn't dare to move. It was irrational but she felt that any sudden move would disrupt whatever was keeping him from grabbing her; that she would provoke him into action. However, it didn't stop her from steadily raising her ki. His ki rose along in sync with hers, keeping them equal in power. Even when winds started billowing around them, neither made a move nor sound. The suspense and tension was enough to make sweat roll down her temples and her breathing erratic. There was no way out. All Gohan had to do was raise his arms and she would be trapped.
She was desperate by now and let her ki blaze fully, knowing well the risk of powering so high that it might be caught on scouters. Fern was on the west coast though, in the Vegeta lands; a world away from Satan. She should be able to elude Frieza's troops if they do come. But then again, Gohan would definitely get her first. His ki blazed right with hers before overwhelming her aura—barely knocking her over from the sheer intensity.
Videl swallowed thickly, deciding to go out with a bang. Her fist clenched and gathering excess ki into it, she swung around sharply intending to strike low. She hit empty air and nearly completed the spin before realizing he was gone. No Gohan. No ki. No trace.
The blue-eyed ex-princess blinked dumbly as she scanned her surroundings. Nothing. It was baffling—why would Gohan be the one to run? He was—he was really there a second ago, right? Could it be she was imagining things? Videl looked downwards at the formed radiating pattern right behind her as if the dirt on the stone brick road was blasted with a high powered dryer. Yes, Gohan was definitely there a moment ago. But why wasn't he there then?
She took one last nervous glance around—ignoring the gaping crowd—before concluding she wouldn't pass by the chance to get her stuff and really high-tail it. And so, she quickly sprinted back to the inn and checked out—all done in paranoia as she jumped at every little shadow until she embraced the wilderness. If she had stayed at the harbor longer, she would have witnessed a young mother being dragged by a twelve year old boy who was swearing loudly that he felt his brother. She would had also witnessed a certain black-eyed hunter step out from the dark shadows back into the street as the mother and boy returned to the markets, a longing expression on his face as he watched the two till they were swallowed by the crowd.
Interlude End
Videl didn't know how long she had been walking, probably
three or four hours at most. Judging from when they arrived at the mountain
range, which is nearly an hour's flight from the mansion, it should be
almost midnight. She hadn't detected Gohan at all for the last hours—not
even his presence. And so, she found it safe to assume she had actually
shook him off her trail far enough.
Stopping for a rest, Videl cried triumphantly to herself, "Hah! Take that you arrogant bastard!" Feeling too tired to continue on; she made her way to a nearby thick tree and deftly jumped up into the branches. Settling down against the trunk she closed her eyes for a quick rest. It was still hard to relax knowing that Gohan was out there somewhere trying to get her, but the day's excitement and exhaustion managed to make her fall asleep once she closed her eyes. It just wasn't good for her body to suddenly be thrown back into her old routine after being so out of practice.
Videl's eyes shot open and she tumbled out of the tree
to land roughly on all fours. First thing she felt was an intense wave
of panic. She remained crouched on the forest floor as she nervously closed
her eyes and focused her breathing.
He was there.
H-how long had she fell asleep? How did he get so close without her knowing? How long had he been there? Watching her?
She slowly pushed herself up as her blue eyes scanned her surroundings. She tried to steel her expression but found it hard because she could feel him staring at her, waiting, ready to pounce. She couldn't see anything in the dark; almost as if the night darkened—oh yes. It must be almost dawn since the sun ray's penumbra was coating over the mountains. Hope fluttered a millisecond in her heart that it was almost dawn, but it died out as she realized she was literally in the darkest hour of her life
Gohan was there—too close for her to shake him off again. She couldn't even sense which direction he was in. If she ran, for all she knew she could run right into his arms. It was like that time in Fern all over again as her breath started to quicken as did her pulse. She didn't even have the courage turn around for fear that he would be right behind her. However, she must move. Try to get away to somewhere more hidden.
Videl raised her foot and set it down a step in front of her—like she was testing the waters. Holding her breath and half expecting Gohan to burst out and seize her, she waited a few more seconds before taking another step forward. Nothing happened. Then as if she found the switch for her nerve, she dashed as fast as she could into the thicker foliage.
The sounds of heavy rustling behind her nearly made her scream. All her cool and strategies were pushed aside as fear gripped her heart. There was something uncharacteristically frightening about the chase. Maybe it was Gohan's promise of what he'll do to her once he got her, or it could be the way he was chasing her. He was playing with her. Letting her know he's there and watching. Kami—Videl never felt so frightened in her life.
"Videl."
The heavy breath and the barely noticeable wet flick of his tongue that caressed her left ear made her stumble with a surprised gasp and she crashed before landing ungracefully in a small clearing surrounded by solid bushes and trees. She shot straight up into a battle stance with a panicked cry only to find herself alone. Her eyes were wide with her pupils contracted in her fear despite the dark surroundings; making her vision even more hindered.
His presence was now even stronger and she knew he was trying to freak her out. Unfortunately, it was working. She darted her eyes around, fighting the urge to wildly ki blast the whole area. But even she noticed how much she was shaking. In her state, it would be a miracle to stop shaking let alone concentrate enough for an attack.
A rustle to her left had her jumping before another rustle from her right nearly forced a yelp out of her. More rustles sounded, seeming to come from all around her and all she could do was slowly back up. There was no way in hell she could pin point where he was coming from. In a trice of control, she successfully fished out the small knife from her boots and held it defensively in front as the rustling went on.
"Damn you, Gohan…" she managed to growl without faltering, "I'm going to kill you for this…."
Videl's guarded backward pace continued until her backside came up against a thick bush. Keeping her back to the bush she felt a small sense of security that her rear was now covered and diverted her attention back to the unnatural sounds. Trying to pin point his location, she realized, was only making herself more nervous.
Then everything fell silent.
Her breathing halted in mid-inhale as terror gripped her heart even more than before. She didn't even dare to blink. Her heart beat was insanely loud in her ears and she wished she could stop it since she was positive Gohan could hear it—from wherever he was. Sweat trickled down her face and her lungs and eyes were starting to burn from the strain when she realized something off. Her rapid heartbeat—
There was another, quieter, set.
Coming from directly behind her.
Then two arms burst out from either side of her head. Videl screamed in shock and her heart felt like it literally jumped up into her throat before she managed to get a hold of herself. She took the split-second to fling herself forward—well aware of his body just inches away from hers—and spun in mid-air to face him—her knife raised. The look in his intense gaze nearly made her drop it.
His black eyes were practically burning. So intense was it that despite the situation Videl gasped out as heat shot through her veins. She wanted no more than to let him ravage her there and feel his smoldering gaze burn into hers. Then they both hit the ground. Videl landed with a grunt on her back as Gohan managed to catch his arms around her waist on top of her. The pain knocked some sense into her and Videl growled before slashing down at his face.
Gohan reflexively dodged back and let an arm loose to block the blade. Videl then remembered one crucial point—she forgot to coat it with her ki.
The blade hit Gohan's arm and broke right off at the handle in pieces.
Oh crap.
She spent no more time dwelling on it before managing to wiggle out from under Gohan and on to her feet to run. A heavy hand clamped over her right shoulder and she wrenched free, aware of her shirt ripping right off. Now she was only in her sports bra and spandex shorts—not good. Gohan's growl was loud in her ears before she felt his arms grab her around the waist and pull her off the ground. Then she was quickly spun once, her head still spinning before finding she was now facing him, her feet off the ground, and her arms pinned by her sides.
"I caught you," Gohan announced in a husky voice. The combined feel of his gaze, voice, and the way she pressed up to him made her feel dizzy. Even so, she managed to gulp before working a glare on to her face.
"Enough games, Gohan. Let me go. Now."
"Didn't I say I would take you if I caught you before sunrise?"
Her eyes were back as wide as saucers and the now familiar terror gripped her heart. "Y-you—you're not s-ser—"
"I am serious," Gohan grinned in a feral manner while tilting his head up, giving Videl a clear view that yes, his canines have elongated. Her alarm now increased ten-fold and she started struggling only to freeze as Gohan suddenly pushed her up so he had easy access to the expanse of her neck. The moment his lips touched her skin she gasped. "I am so serious," he whispered against it, trailing the tip of his canines down to the juncture between her neck and shoulders, "that you have no idea how much it hurts, Videl."
When his mouth parted on her neck she had the strangest premonition that he was going to suck her blood like a vampire. However, nothing could ever prepare her when he actually did.
His teeth sunk in easily and she screamed. He didn't let go but kept his hold firmly on her, even as she powered up fully in his arms that the white aura lit up their surroundings like day. Forget fear. Forget desire. Videl was in pain and pissed. He was biting her! Like some animal!!
"Let—me—GO!!" She screamed in his ear, trying to force his arms off from around her. "LET ME GO YOU BASTARD!!" Her answer was him biting down even harder with a growl, causing her to jerk in pain. She could even feel his tongue lapping off the blood almost lazily afterwards. She had no idea what was going on or what the hell he was thinking, but for sure—she wanted to be released.
Pulling her head as far as she could without ripping a chunk off her shoulder she slammed her head to the side of his. All that accomplished was a bruise on her temple and him giving a violent tug—making her cry out and tears brimming in her eyes. She was powerless to make him let go and the pain was clouding her senses as was her anger.
Unknown to her, Gohan was patiently waiting. He knew the young woman better than herself and it was a matter of time she would unknowingly finish what he started. And that moment came few seconds later when Videl finally snapped.
"You—! If that's how you want to play—!!" Her eyes fell on the only thing directly in the line of her vision. His neck. It was a moment of absolute rage that propelled her to power up—so much that Gohan had to double his grip—before she opened her jaw, concentrated her ki, and bit him back.
Blood immediately flooded her mouth and she swallowed regardless of the thick metallic taste.
Then everything exploded into an unexplainable blinding nothingness.
To be continued.
Ann's notes: Oh man, you gotta love those evil cliffhangers. Anyway,
we see more into Gohan's past here and honestly I'm sorta miffed that once
again Gohan gets all the "mating info" from Vegeta as does so many other
fics. Dunno, just seems to me that Vegeta wouldn't really talk about
such a thing with him. But heck, I even got That Damn Bond going so I guess
it's logical I'll be taking the same road on how Gohan learns about it.
I'm also no liking the way I tackled the chase scenes—not "dramatic" enough
for me. ARGH! Anyway, thanks for all the reviews and e-mails! You guys
are the GREATEST!! Give yourselves a hearty pat on the back ^^ We're more
than halfway to the end!!
Tim's notes : Well another chapter done *notes that he himself hasn't gotten chapter done*. Personally, I like it pretty well, ohh, btw if you want a Non-Vegeta telling Gohan the "birds and bees" intro, e-mail me and I'll send you what I have instead. Note: If you do get it keep it under your "hat", it's for your eyes and those who ask only, so don't go blabbing about it. Videl tried to be smart but she was off balance both emotionally and psychically *not a good combo*. I imagine if Gohan had time on his planned timetable he'd let Videl get fully into the "spirit" of things, before starting the chase, but he didn't. Alas now I'm going to have to help with the next chapter cuss to be honest, you guys KNOW SQUAT about this (P&P) Gohan's past. Trust me on this, it's quite different from the show. Ten minute pizza, hmm, must be slightly under done. :D I'm guessing PsYChO was thinking about how stupid it is to have these huge conglomerates on food products pretty much control the industry they're in. That and he assumes everything huge and corporate is an evil entity at heart :D
And now a bonus from Ann about a guy named Mike AKA PsYCHo that
one day wrote in an e-mail a creative little 10-minute piece about a pizza
that had an identity crisis.
Parable of the Pizza
By PsYChO
Once there was a Pizza, who was placed with the most altruistic intentions amongst an eclectic group of Dim Sum. Now, when a cuisine chef frequented this vague and unidentified location (to protect the identity of the Pizza, who was enrolled in the Victual Protection Program), he objected, rather surprised, at the Pizza being labeled as 'exotic Dim Sum'. After making his denigration known to the Enigmatic Owner of said Unidentified Location, the Confused Chef asserted that the Pizza had no place in such a locale. The Enigmatic Owner begged to differ however, and stated with obvious complacency that the Pizza was indeed Dim Sum. After much dispute and dialogue, the two agreed to try to ascertain if what the Confused Chef purported wasn't a spurious attempt at mendacity. So, they decided to eat Said Pizza and eat a representative sample of the Dim Sum population to verify their congruity or incongruity. Each consumed one half of the Pizza, and came to the mutual conclusion that the Schizophrenic Pizza was indeed, deep down, even with slight residual traces of Dim Sum, a classic pepperoni panzerotta.
Once their folly was realized, the VPP (Victual Protection Program) contracted a rather sloppy Bologna Sandwich to portray the deceased victim, a Pizza with a Dim Sum identity crisis, to defray investigation by the CIA. The CIA learned of this dastardly plot however (They had placed Beef and Chicken informants acting like Salad in said Undisclosed Location), and moved quickly to draft the Most Wanted 'Charlatan Food Stuff' list, in which Osama bin Laden's 'Kus-Kus' and Saddam's 'Hummus' were also present.
The President declared the following day a 'War on Food Impersonation', boldly stating that they will unilaterally break all diplomatic ties with the shady country Kraft Foods, and labeled their President ChefBoyardee and his National Security Adviser Betty Crocker as 'instigators of food impersonation'. They needed no authorization from the F.D.A, he was not going to stand around while criminals like Chef Boyardee and the mysterious 'Green Giant' (Vice President of Kraft Foods) harbored Weapons of Mass Stupidity and the deadly Meat-Anthrax substance developed by Kraft food-poisoning scientists. In addition, Sheikh Kabab, the King of the Middle East, declared strengthening of ties and a sincere effort to administrate the 'War on Food Impersonation'.
The president of France, Monsieur Toast, and the German Chancellor Frankfurter, tried to scramble out a last ditch peace initiative and to resolve the strained ties between them and the 'Coalition of the Willing Eaters'. The main concern for these two was the "Coalition's' ambitions regarding Kraft Food's vast Cheese Reserves. The President has refuted such accusations as absurd, even though suspicious links are formulating between the current Administration and their links to large businesses such as McCain Foods, and Frito-Lay, amongst others. Homeland Food Security head Martha Stewart remained adamant that the threat is minimal, and people shouldn't be thwarted from indulging in their favorite fat-excessive (Preferably saturated fat) delicacies.
This is Larry King, signing off.
Ann : A Dim Sum flavored pizza to whoever could guess what the hell PsYChO was thinking/smoking when he wrote that.
(yes Mike, revenge is sw33t)
