Disclaimer: Of course I own DBZ, the movie. And that's the extent of my ownership.
Ok, I don't own it, but my sister does…so, close enough, right?
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Arriving at the rooftop at exactly 3 o' clock, Gohan leaned against the wall facing the opening to the stairway, knowing that Videl would have to come through there if she was coming at all. Which, now that he thought about it was a really annoying prospect, because then he'd have to hunt her down, convince her he wasn't the one trying to kill her, but then again, if he had to hunt her down that second part might not be accurate.
"Who the hell are you!" An annoyed girl called to him, dropping into a fighting stance.
All that passed through Gohan's mind was, 'What the fuck! HOW THE HELL CAN THESE PEOPLE NOT RECOGNIZE ME!' Rolling his eyes, he stepped away from the wall and walked foreword a few paces so that he was closer, but not so close she would feel threatened and attack him needlessly.
"I'm agent G… Registration code 65738492784, aka, your new babysitter." He crossed his arms over his chest and waited for at least a small connection between his two personas… and yet, though he didn't disguise his voice, there was absolutely no flash of recognition in her eyes… What the hell is wrong with these people!
Videl sighed and stood up out of her fighting stance. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a capsule and tossed it on the ground. Then, she walked over to her newly appeared helicopter and sat down in the driver's side, waiting for Agent G or whatever to get his ass in gear. Normally, at being told she had a babysitter, she would react in a more… violent, manner. But there was really no need for her to yell at him, he seemed just as annoyed about this whole mess as she did.
Gohan slid into the seat next to Videl, eyeing her with great suspicion. In the entire… day… that he had known her, it was kind of obvious that she wouldn't just not react to his babysitter crack. Maybe she was sick… with the plague… Maybe he shouldn't be breathing so close to her, he really didn't want the plague.
Deciding to find out whether or not she had the plague, or something equally disabling, and to break the silence of course, Gohan spoke up. "So you stopped the Omega Squad, impressive."
Videl snorted. "The Omega Squad? That's what they're calling themselves!" Then she broke into laughter.
Gohan smirked at her reaction. "It really makes you wonder why the hell the government is so afraid of them…"
Videl's laughter faded away, leaving her with a slight smile and she nodded her head in agreement to agent G's assessment of the situation.
"Maybe this won't be so bad after all…" Videl muttered, more to herself than Gohan.
"Yeah, aside from the fact that I have to baby-sit you." The demi-saiyan pointed out, a little annoyed at himself for feeling so comfortable around someone he had only known for a day.
"Yeah, aside from having a stalker." The girl pointed out in retaliation. She was just trying to be nice, he didn't have to keep throwing that whole babysitter thing at her.
Agent G nodded vaguely, he really couldn't argue the stalker point, though it was consensual stalkerage, so it didn't really count. But it was still annoying to both parties.
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When they arrived at the huge mansion that was Videl's house, she landed the helicopter on the roof and they both exited. "Here we are… Home sweet home." Videl said, trying to break the silence that had been upon them for the past twenty minutes.
But sadly, her words were not enough to get Gohan to continue a conversation. He just grunted in a very Vegeta like fashion, and waited for her to go inside so that he could as well. And, after a few seconds of hopeful waiting, she did.
Walking along a never-ending set of corridors, Videl finally came to her favorite place in the entire house. The kitchen. Though she wasn't a master chef, not by any stretch of the imagination, she wasn't that bad. And besides, it wasn't completely off subject because she had private cooks that lived there along with the other servants needed to keep up the enormous mansion.
(A/N: Now I know what you're all thinking, her favorite room should be the gym or her own bedroom… Well… we'll be getting to why they are not very soon, so don't have a conniption!)
"Hi!" She said brightly, before practically bouncing into the well-lit room and leaving a floored demi-saiyan in her wake.
All of the thoughts in Gohan's mind stopped, they just stopped when she did this. This was by far, the creepiest thing he had ever seen in his life. This was the equivalent of Vegeta singing Barbie Girl… well, actually, nothing could ever be as wrong then that, but it was still pretty damn creepy.
There she was, Videl, a very smart, sharp-tongued girl that could easily match him in a battle of insults, and who was incredibly strong, for a human, and she had just bounced into a freaking room and was now eating small, pink little pastries like one would see at a five year old girl's birthday party.
Shaking his head to clear it of the evil thoughts, he avoided looking at Videl in her creep-the-hell-outta-Gohan moment, and swept his gaze over the high-tech kitchen, checking all Ki signatures for bombs, or poison, or extra food, he really wasn't being that picky.
"Okay, I'm done in here." Videl said, sliding off the counter and walking past Gohan to the exit. "Time to train… whoopee…" This last comment was muttered in a sarcastic voice, and was obviously not for him to hear. But since he's not deaf, he heard it.
Raising an eyebrow, he followed her out, wonder why she was so against training. After all, it was his favorite thing to do, and it had always seemed like she enjoyed fighting, seeing as she was always picking a fight with one person or another.
All questions were answered once they reached the gym. It was like a zoo… full of stupid, weak, pathetic little animals. Gohan twitched slightly. They were all muscle, and no speed. Plus, for all their bulky muscles, their power levels were pitifully low, it was bad enough going to school with people so weak if he sneezed they would probably all die, but to have to be in a training hall with them, it was almost too much to bear.
Videl calmly walked into the room, and was immediately accosted with challenges. She glanced back at Agent G, just to make sure he wouldn't spaz out and kill her sparring partner.
"It's not like they have a chance against you anyway." He said simply, not really caring that he had probably just made about twenty new enemies. Brushing past them all, ignoring their glares, he grabbed a random chair, tossed it's occupant out, and sat down facing the ring where the fights would be taking place. Then he closed his eyes and checked Ki signatures for any signs of animosity that could be associated to the Omega Squad… what a stupid candy-ass name… losers… Well, there was plenty of rage and hatred in the room at the moment, but it was all directed at him, so everything was cool.
Ten minutes later the opponents had all been defeated, and Videl was taking out her pent up energy on a punching bag while Gohan appeared to be sleeping. The men he had insulted earlier, decided that he needed to be brought down a peg or two, so they loudly suggested that perhaps Videl test this 'Agent G's' skills.
The girl in question paused in killing the punching bag and shot a glance at Gohan to see his reaction. His reaction was to stand up and stretch slightly before he turned to face her. "Nothing personal, but I'm not really interested."
"Then why'd you get up?" She shot back, a bit miffed that even her bodyguard was afraid of facing her in the ring. Sure, those other idiots all faced her, but they only did it out of pride so that they wouldn't seem like scared weaklings, but apparently Agent G didn't really care how he looked to others.
"To do this." He walked swiftly over to where she was, thrust his hand deep inside the punching bag she had been attacking, and pulled out a small metal device before crushing it in his hand, not even flinching when the thing exploded in his closed grip. "But since I did just destroy your punching bag, I guess I could help you out a bit." He shrugged slightly as he headed over to the ring and flipped over the wires easily. He looked at her expectantly before doing a few warm up stretches.
Videl gave him a weird look before stepping lightly into the ring, not bother with stretches because she was already warmed up. She then dropped into her fighting stance.
Gohan stood up; facing Videl, not bother to get into his fighting stance. "Attack me." He said simply, he wasn't planning on actually fighting her, just giving her a few pointers.
"But you're not even ready…" She pointed out uncertainly. Was she about to face a beginner or something? And why the hell would the government assign such a poor fighter to protect her.
Agent G rolled his eyes beneath the shades. "I'll be fine, trust me."
Videl shrugged before charging at him, just before she reached him, she leapt up and spun in the air, executing a perfect roundhouse kick to the side of his head… Or she would have, but Gohan grabbed her ankle and held his arm up so that she was pretty much just dangling upside down.
"Not bad, but not the best way to start off a fight." He pointed out, tossing her lightly over to the other side of the ring, knowing that she would land on her feet.
She did, and immediately she was coming at him, with more power than before. This time it was a right hook followed by left jab. Gohan calmly caught both of her hands before nodding to her. "Much better attack plan. But don't do the left jab so quickly, make sure that your opponent's attention is on your first attack."
He then released her and stepped back. "Would you like to work on defense now?"
She glared at him before launching herself at him, this time going for an uppercut, knee jab maneuver. He tilted his head to the side so that her fist barely even grazed the side of his face, and then he brought his own knee up to block the attack to his stomach by knocking her leg up so that it too barely grazed his midsection. He got the feeling that no matter how advanced she was, a direct attack on his person would leave her with a broken bone, and he couldn't have that.
Her usually sapphire blue Ki was becoming tinted with red, showing him that she was angry even if it wasn't shown on her face. Rolling his eyes, he grabbed her wrists and leaned in so that their faces were only a few inches apart. "Stop acting like a spoiled brat. I'm trying to help you, not patronize you, but if you don't want to get better then by all means go back to beating up sandbags."
He then released her and stepped away, one eyebrow raised awaiting her response. Videl scrunched up her nose in a cute fashion, making Gohan mentally ram his head into a wall for thinking of the word 'cute', before she sunk down into fighting stance again.
"How's my fighting stance?"
Gohan shrugged slightly and circled her, doing quick mental calculations before he shook his head. "Not your style. This fighting stance is for someone with very little speed who relies only on brute force."
Balancing on one foot, he moved his free leg and edged her left leg to the side. The he uncrossed his arms and positioned her own to cover her unprotected sides. "There, this stance is for someone of your talents. A balance between strength and agility."
She nodded, committing the position to memory. Gohan backed up so that he could see the entire stance. "Okay, just to make sure you have it, stand up straight, then go straight back to the exact position I put you in."
Videl nodded again, stood up, then sunk back down into the stance. He nodded his approval. "Not bad. But move your back leg a little to the left, you're not balancing correctly."
Moving her leg, she found that he was right, it was much easier for her to stand this way, and after shifting her weight between her legs; she found that she could easily move in any direction she wanted. "Cool… Thanks." She said softly, straightening up.
Glancing at her watch, she saw that it was time for her favorite TV show, so she promptly ran past Agent G, through a myriad of halls, and dove onto the black leather couch of the TV room. Snatching up a remote she turned the large machine on and flipped it to the correct channel.
He easily kept pace with her, though he didn't sprint, he pretty much just floated along behind her because him + running not bloody likely.
After about ten minutes of watching some random cartoon… he didn't know what it was, he was watching the paint grow old, a commercial came on, and Videl got up and ran out the door again. Rolling his eyes, he followed her to the kitchen, where she grabbed a bag of chips, a soda, and a thing of gushers.
As he was leaving, the head cook shoved a bunch of food into his arms, called him skinny, and told him to eat every bite so that he could grow up to be a nice, strong young man. Needless to say, Videl's house was the creepiest place he had ever been, and that included all secluded islands full of genetically altered animals/humans that he had the displeasure of blowing up.
The cook had given him more food than anyone could possibly eat in a day, and by the next commercial, he was finished with it. But don't get the wrong idea, he was quite happy with the distraction eating gave him, food is much more interesting than paint.
When the show was over, Videl got up and left the room in a calm, not running, manner, with Gohan following her quietly. Two flights of stairs, 30 some odd halls, and about 600 windows later, they reached their destination-her room.
The demi-saiyan took one look inside, and decided that she was safe enough in her own room… Safer then he would be at any rate, pink… the entire freaking room was PINK! Stupid complete and total mastery of Ki signatures so that he could see… It was times like this when he wondered if he wasn't better off completely blind… But then he wouldn't be able to see people to fight… he'd have to rely on his ears, which wasn't his favorite thing in the world, but he digresses in his odd thought pattern.
"I'll just… not go in there…" He said calmly, refusing to go in to that fluffy room.
She nodded and glared at her room before shrugging. "My dad still thinks that pink is my favorite color." She pointed out, feeling the need to defend herself from being judged by the hideousness of the pink atrocity that was her room. "I'm also going out to diner with my friends… unless that's too much for you to handle?"
Gohan shrugged off the insult and stated his true feelings on the matter. "I honestly don't care what you do. I can protect you just as well in a crowded restaurant as here… especially because I downright refuse to step into that pink… thing… so, if you're being attacked and can't handle it, step out into the hall, 'cause there ain't nothing that's getting me in there." And so ends the longest paragraph he has ever said since his mother disowned him.
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Hope ya'll enjoyed it!
SSJ3MysticGohan: thanks! And I do use grammar/spelling check… I dunno, maybe my grammatical errors are too ingenious for the computer to figure out… that sounds like me.
Miroku-has-darkness: Thanks, I did/will… sry it took kinda long, but… well… to be quite frank, I'm lazy. But I do try!
Smokie: Yeah… in my other stories the chapters are all around 13 pages long… but it takes me forever to update… stupid writers block… oh well, glad you like it.
Krista: Haha! I have met your demands! I think… I don't know… to lazy to actually think about the day to chapter ratio… eih… oh well. Hope you enjoyed it!
Melody89: Thanks! I would write more… but it involves the word 'hope', and I am seriously starting to hate that word…(no I'm not depressed or anything, but I keep saying it when answering reviews and it is bothering me…)
Shadow Dreamer 27: Hehe, me too! Not that he needs one, he kicks butt without it, but swords are just so cool! And besides that, where else would Trunks learn to use a sword in his timeline, if Gohan didn't have one? I mean, seriously… actually, I just thought of that… weird…
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IMPORTANT!-Okay, SSJ3MysticGohan brought up a good point-this IS under angst/drama… and well… it's kind of not angst/drama, so, it's up to ya'll. Should I make the fic more angsty/dramay (yes I know those aren't words, just back off), or should I change the genre? I leave it up to you, the reviewers, just like those lazy people on TV that always say, "it's up to you, the viewers" Except I'm cooler… and not on TV.