"All right, now class, to warm down a bit you can continue with a bit of light relief. A few games of basketball should do." Groans were emitted from some of the less able bodied children, who felt their quota of sport was now done after that run. A full afternoon of physical recreation seemed a bit too much like hard work. These groans were drowned out by the cheers of sporting types. Videl herself enjoyed basketball, her short stature usually made up by the fact that the entire student body was deathly afraid of her. Gohan looked like he really didn't give a shit what the rest of the world did, let alone the class as he stood there, hands deep in pockets.
"Now, how many are there?" The coach quickly scanned the numbers. "Perfect, dead on 30. Now, I'll quickly divide you up." He went around the class, putting them into six groups of five. He was kind in some cases, keeping some friends together, but others apart. Erasa, Videl and Mika ended up in one with two males, and Gohan, as reluctant as he was to bother with this game, was placed with two big boned girls, a scrawny kid who looked like he just needed a good meal once in a while and blondie himself, Sharpener. Apparently he thought Sharpener and Gohan would more than make up for the others probable lack of talent.
"Now." He seemed to say that a lot, Gohan noticed, "It's winner stays on, first to fifteen. Videl's team versus Moseley's first." The two teams moved forwards, but the game was over virtually before it had begun, none of Moseley's lot wanted to go too near Videl, in case they incurred her wrath. The same could be said for Mika, as the whole school knew about the previous day's events, and none, particularly the males wanted to touch her. The other teams had similar fates. Now it was Gohan's team, they were the last to face Videl before the cycle went around again.
Sharpener went up against Mika in the toss up, as they were the tallest on each of their teams. As they jumped for it, a jump which Mika won considerably easily, Sharpener got a bit too close for comfort, and decided it was appropriate for him to brush himself forcibly against her. Gohan was not pleased to see that Mika didn't bother about it, and played on regardless. As he stood there dumbstruck, the opposition scored, and the ball bounced to Gohan's feet. Sharpenercalled to him to pick it up. Ah yes, Sharpener, he would have to deal with him, himself. He picked up the ball and threw it to the blonde expectant arms. With a few sickening cracks, it passed through his fingers and smacked him straight in the face. His head snapped back, but he seemed uninjured and looked at Gohan rather appraisingly, having just realised Gohan was quite the sportsman in a sudden brainwave. He was blissfully unaware he was in for a great deal more ball to face incidents if he passed to Gohan too many times.
He threw it back to Gohan, who began walking up the court, dribbling the ball as he went. He deftly rounded a boy on Videl's team around the half way line and had a quick shot. It sailed soundlessly through the air, passing right through the hoop. Mika came back at him dribbling the ball, and his competitive side kicked in. She wasn't expecting him to be trying, so he quickly stole it from her and launched it at Sharpener who was running alongside the wall. The ball was travelling with far too much pace however and he misjudged it. It hit him square in the back, and he went headlong into the pale blue walls, landing flat on his back. He stayed on the floor for a second or two longer than gohan hoped he would, who was a little worried he may of done some permanent damage and overdid it a little. Well, not that worried, he had just felt his sister up. Gohan breathed a short sigh of relief when a few of his buddies helped him up moments later, apparently unscathed.
Gohan decide that perhaps enough was enough was enough, for now at least, and decided to show up Mika and her 'team' for her stunt on the track. And besides, he was a team player after all, and he would need some of his team to beat her. As Videl passed the ball to a teammate, Gohan intercepted and ran on to score from close range. This sort of thing took place for a few more minutes, with Gohan stopping every pass and distributing the basketball about his team. At one point he even allowed Videl to make it all the way to the net, before blocking a lay up she performed and having a sly shot for the fun of it. The watching class were shocked at this, no one had ever blocked a shot of Videl's before. He was actually enjoying himself playing sport, something he had never done before. Martial arts had been the only exercise he needed. It was probably just the sibling rivalry though, and he wanted to beat Mika at all costs. If he looked a little strange jumping a little higher than most people thought was possible, so be it. Mika seemed a lot less ready to do something out of the ordinary here at school as opposed to out on the street to prevent a little ground war.
The game was soon over, and Gohan and his rabble had beaten their adversaries quite comprehensively, but didn't have chance to continue their rampage further, as the day was over. The coach called the twins over at this point, and asked whether they might be willing to join any of the sports teams. Gohan had burst out in laughter for a split second, before composing himself, and stating his answer quickly. A solid "No" was all the sportsman received from him. Mika remained behind to explain the situation, with them living so far away, it wouldn't be possible for them to participate in such activities.
As Gohan approached the boy's changing rooms, much to his disconcertment, Erasa exited at a jog, sniggering with a black piece of cloth in her hand. Girls. He would never understand their complexities. He slowly began changing, it wouldn't make a difference if he left five miuntes late. Pulling his jeans up, he noticed someting was missing. His t-shirt was gone. His black t-shirt, that resembled the piece of cloth the blonde had been grasping. Sighing, he grabbed his things, and strode out of the room and down the hall in the diretion she had gone in, in the hopes of retrieving his shirt. A few lingering female students admired him as he advanced past them.
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"Erasa, why in god's name did you do that!" Videl screamed at her friend.
"I'm sorry Videl, I wasn't thinking." She didn't seem to truly regret her actions however, as she had a broad grin on her face.
"Sorry indeed." Videl snatched the shirt form her friend's grasp, and marched with her in tow back towards the gymnasium. She was walking fairly fast as she rounded the corridor, and completely missed the brand new brick wall that stood in her way. She fell back, stumbling over onto her behind. She looked up dazedly at the wall that had now transformed into the object of her secret desires, Gohan, half naked, as he had been when she had first seen him. He smirked down at her, amd she shook her head once again to remove defiling thoughts from her brain. She realised her predicament, as she felt the fabric of the black material between her fingers. "No... it wasn't me...honest."
Gohan reached a hand out out to help her up. He still had to maintain basic etiquette and manners had been drummed into him by his mother. Trying to ignore a girl to keep her out of your thoughts, as well as trying to prevent yourself from invading theirs was one thing, but knocking that same girl over and not helping her up was another, unexcusable one. She took his hand tentatively with her free hand, but miscalculated his strength. As he pulled her up she pushed with her other hand and her feet. This overbalanced her small frame, and she toppled forward. Gohan grasped her waist to steady her, but not before she had dropped his shirt in surprise and landed with both hands flat on his chest. She was now stood staring right into his chest, which caught her attention. Small scars criss-crossed across it, and his upper arms. She hadn't noticed these when she saw him the first time, but from only a few inches away, they were perfectly obvious. These were overshadowed by another, even more obvious scar that ran along his collarbone, shoulder and down his left arm, and became more subtle until it faded out at his mid-forearm. It was formed from a deep cut, and it looked like it had been there a while, and wasn't leaving any time soon. She looked sheepishly up at his face, where that smirk still resided. She gasped as he quickly lifted her up off the ground. He did it with such ease that left Videl dumbfounded, the inherent strength he possessed now becoming obvious through the strong but gentle grip he held on her with his large hands.
He turned around a hundred and eighty degrees and set her down on her feet gently, and released her. He bent down and picked up his shirt. Videl whispered, almost inaudibly, "sorry", but for what reason, she did not know, she didn't take the shirt. He nodded, turned on his heel and paced down the hallway out towards the exit. She could see similar marks on his back as he went, before he put his t-shirt back on, taking a little time as he had his bag to contend with while he did it. Videl thought to herself as he turned a corner. Why did Gohan have such scars all over his body? What sort of odd turn of events had he been part of? Some seemed much older than others, so obviously they hed been accumulated over a long period of time. Videl tried to force questions she desperately wanted answers for from her mind. Things like that were often not things people wanted to talk about, or to re-live, but it did add a great deal to the compartment in her brain labelled 'Son Gohan'.
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Gohan stood awaiting Mika at the school gates. He couldn't help but admit he had just slipped up, big time. He had managed to keep that arrogant smirk on his face the entire time, as if the situation had not affected him, but it had. Her sweet scent lingered in his nose. It was infused with hints of the shampoo she used, and even traces of perfum, even Videl took part in some women's luxuries, along with the natural aroma of Videl that only his sensitive Saiyan nose could detect. He had enjoyed holding her in his hands, she seemed so delicate, almost fragile, as if she would shatter if left unguarded, and he wished he could hold her like that for the rest of his life, but he knew he just couldn't. The feel of her tender hands on his flesh ha sent his hormones wild and his body had quivered under her touch. He had not forgotten how her fingertips lingered on his chest as they parted and grazed over him ever so lightly, sending him further into oblivion. It was clear she had enjoyed the contact just as much as he had. Without trying to sound dirty, he couldn't help but realise that things were just getting harder and harder by the hour.
He sighted his sister approaching, and she had somehow met up with the two girls who had taken his shirt, and Sharpener who had tagged along behind. Videl quickly glanced up at him, but looked down quickly, her face turning a slight reddish tint with blush. A high pitched beeping was emitted without warning, emanating from Videl's watched. She moved away a few yards, and Gohan saw her raise it closer to her face. He couldn't hear the words coming from the watch, but Videl was speaking and nodding her head along with the voice. She turned and ran past them, with a wave and threw her jetcopter capsule far ahead of her so it was ready when she arrived at it, and then swiftly took off.
"What was that about?" Mika asked, directed at either of the blondes.
"Oh, Videl helps the police sometimes, she is the daughter of Mr Satan after all."
"What? Isn't that a bit dangerous?"
"She has been doing it for years, she can handle herself fine." Sharpener drawled. Mika looked over to Gohan, who naturally seemed uninterested in the whole situation, but who she knew heard every word. She raised her eyebrows at him in a silent discussion when he looked back at her. He knew instantly she wanted to go and help.
"Well, we'd better be off, see ya tomorrow." Mika had begun jogging away, Gohan just behind. They turned a corner, and Gohan was off in a flash of golden hair and green eyes. He would have to take care of this one. Mika followed his ki at a slower pace, he would be able to sort it out alone.
Gohan himself could of followed Videl's ki, but didn't need to, he could follow her fragrance that wafted all the way back to him. Fairly soon, he caught sight of a small yellow vehicle hovering high in the air. It descended to land behind a screen of police cars, and he watched Videl exit as he landed quietly on a roof. She conversed with the man who was obviously in charge. He looked as though he had seen better days. Too many shifts behind the desk and a few too many doughnuts took it's toll on a person's health. As she was filled in on the situation, Gohan decided this was a waste of his time, he would just finish things quickly and be done with it. Winging his way down, he took in the situation. Two men stood by the doors, automatic rifles in hand, on guard. He could sense a few persons inside, four at most. About thirty feet from the entrance he landed and walked slowly towards the two sentries. They spotted him quick enough and began trying to warn him off. Their shouts drew the attention of the surrounding forces of good, who all whipped their heads around to see a teenage boy striding confidently towards the gunmen. Videl recognised his gold hair instantly, and he still had a slight glow around him, even without the blazing aura that had surrounded him that morning. She immediately started forward, intent on dragging him back before any harm came to him. She didn't think he would stand up to a hail of gunfire, even after what he had seemingly done earlier in the day. "Get back!" She shrieked at him as she ran to him, the police chief following close behind, having moved quicker than would be expected of a man his stature.
Gohan felt and heard Videl to his left and a little behind, obviously trying to haul him back to safety. He reached an arm around level with their current position, and with a flick of his wrist, they were hurled against a police van, causing the rest of the force to halt as well. The two men on the door now deemed his position close enough to be of considerable danger to themselves, so they opened fire. Round after round poured onto the Saiyan's wrist, which he placed directly in front of each and every bullet, he didn't really want a few dozen bullet holes in his clothes to explain to Chichi. As he continued his relentless approach, one of the men shouted into the building. Gohan wasn't worried, they had shot at him because he was a danger, but whatever hostages were inside, they were probably not given that status by the criminals. And how believable was it that a teenaged boy had just walked through that barrage of bullets. They appeared heartily afraid now, and bolted, directly into the arms of the awaiting police force.
He swung the heavy doors open to reveal the foyer of an office building. A middle aged man was sat in a swivel chair, dressed in a sharp suit, and a security guard sat beside him. They were flanked by two men carrying small pistols. They were clad in camouflage and combat gear, much like the two idiots outside. Proper little army boys, probably rejects.
"What the hell do you want!" He shrieked, shakily, obviously very nervous. He was now holding the gun close to the businessman's head, perhaps three inches away.
"I'm here to talk, we want to negotiate." Gohan said this in a soft but incredibly sarcastic voice.
The man seemed to pick up on his tone, and this angered him further. "I'll kill him, I'll do it!"
"No you won't, you don't have what it takes to kill a man. But do what you want, I don't care, I was just interested to see what was going on." The seated man paled quickly a Gohan's lack of care in the situation. The boy turned away and took a step back towards the exit. He was certain the man would realise how futile his efforts were, whatever cause they had behind them. He sighed, however, when he heard the tell tale sound of a trigger being pulled, the click of the hammer and a bullet escaping the chamber he disappeared from where he was being seen, and reappeared at the face of the gunman, who perhaps did have what it took totry, but fail, his palm placed in the narrow gap between gun and head. The bullet clattered to the ground amid the deafening silence. "Tut tut." Gohan's lack of compassion was still evident despite a man very nearly losing his life. He grabbed the gun in his hand and reached over to the other one, the man giving it up easily, his dazed state not allowing thought to occur. He grabbed the bad guys by the scruffs of their necks and beckoned for the prisoners to follow. He pushed the door with his foot, and dragged the men to police officers expecting a few more dead bodies, amid grateful thank yous from the security guard and businessman.
As he began walking away from the scene, a number of police officers, along with Videl motioned to fllow him. He turned around and raised a hand, mimicking the action he had produced earlier. They all took hasty steps back, wanting to avoid the fate that had befallen their chief and beloved Videl. As he turned into an alleyway a little way down the road, Videl gave chase, hoping to accost him in the narrow space. As she drew level, however, she saw nothing but dustbins too small to be hidden behind, and empty cardboard boxes. She moved a little further in, to investigate, and turned to see if he was now behind her, which he wasn't. She turned about again, wondering just where in hell he had gone.
As she did this, she felt two arms latch themselves onto her, lifting her off the ground. They were positioned with their upper arms underneath her armpits, and the forearms bent back so that she could hardly move her own, that now fell limply towards the ground. (Like Saiyaman had Videl in episode 'blackmail') She struggled with her body, but to no avail, he was just far too strong. It was the first time in recent years that she could remember encountering someone stronger than herself. Ever since she had got that 'lucky' punch through her father's defences when she was twelve, she had not sparred with him. And if she was honest, she was scared witless, this could be some psycho for all she knew.
"You shouldn't go wandering into alleys like that, guard down completely. You never know who you might meet, Videl." How did he know her name? His voice was familiar yet distant, but deep and smooth. His breath was tingling the back of her neck, making her hairs stand on end, but not in the way they would if she was creeped out. She was more excited than anything, along with her fear. "They could be completely-" she felt him move his head closer to hers, blonde locks falling into view out of the corner of her eye. So it was Golden Boy. "-and utterly-" he was now speaking lightly into her ear. She closed her eyes on instinct, and her stomach was fluttering about inside her "-Insane."
"Especially with you being so weak and all." This pulled her out of her odd thoughts.
"I am NOT weak!" she almost screamed at him, how nobody noticed them was anybody's guess. She once again tried to remove herself from his powerful hold.
"Oh but you are Videl. In the grand scheme of things you are frail, delicate and defenceless." He moved one hand down and wrapped an arm around her waist, and moved one hand slowly down the bare skin of her arm to come into contact with her small hands. She was frozen in position. His large hand closed around hers, and then his fingers intertwined themselves within hers, closing and opening their hands together. "I have you completely at my mercy, it would be so easy for me to take advantage of you, to have my wicked way with you." He chuckled into her ear at this point. "Be more careful next time." With that, he was gone, and she dropped to her knees, gasping for air. What he had said had been true, she had been foolish, and he could of done whatever he wanted to her. She had resisted with all the strength her body possessed, but he had held her in place with such ease. Not only had she been excited by that encounter, she had been aroused, which unnerved her no end, even though he could have raped her, although she knew for certain the thought of actually doing anything of the sort had never crossed his mind. After composing herself, she rose to her feet, and opened up the capsule for her jetcopter.
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As Gohan flew towards the ki of Mika that was approaching him almost at a walking pace, he thought back to what he had just done. He deserved a little treat, he had just done a good deed. His senses and emotions had gone into overdrive when he had transformed, especially when he had been around Videl. Perhaps a little incident like that every so often would help keep his emotions at bay, he surmised in the twisted logic that was his mind. And hopefully Videl would fall for her friend Golden Boy instead of Gohan, and of course she would never even find out who he was, let alone ever find him.
A bit more action between the two this time. At this point, Gohan is not in love with Videl, he just thinks he will be if he allows her to get close to him.
As for the 'half twelve' thing, that was me just typing without thinking. In my little corner of the UK, we say half twelve to mean 12.30. I don't think I have said half past the hour since I learned to tell the time. Thanks for bringing it to my attention Shadow Dreamer
