Disclaimer: Please, if I owned DBZ, there would be no mysterious three-year period where Vegeta and Bulma get together, it would be very fluffy and detailed, and completely out of genre… so perhaps it's best that I don't own it…

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Closing his eyes, Gohan leaned casually against the wall, spreading out his senses so that he could stop all intruders before they got into the room and died from a heart attack at being surrounded by all the pink. Then he wouldn't get to beat them up, then he would be deprived of his daily workout, and that would make him a very cranky demi-saiyan.

A few minutes later he heard his charge emerge, but he still didn't bother opening his eyes… Ah, blissful laziness. "Okay, I'm ready to go."

Pushing himself from the wall, Gohan opened his eyes and was mildly surprised at her change. Instead of the baggy white and black outfit she usually wore, she was adorned with a dark blue shirt-halter maybe, and a black skirt along with black knee high boots. As far as he was concerned, his sight was fine, though he couldn't make out details, especially not when it was the same color atop the color.

Videl made a small hand motion that he was to follow her, yeah, like he was going to just randomly start walking in the opposite direction, and so they walked down the halls of the mansion, down stairs, past servants and paintings, until they finally arrived at the front door. "We're going to… actually, the name escapes me, but it's some fancy French place Sharpener wanted to go, and then we're going to Demon's Lair, it's a new club Bulma Brief's husband opened up."

"You could just say Vegeta." Gohan pointed out, it really was easier to say than 'Bulma Brief's husband'.

"Huh?"

"Vegeta, that's her husband's name." As soon as the words left his mouth, it suddenly occurred to him that his name was some big secret… jeez, now that would be a total waste of time; pansy-footing around someone's name.

"Really? You know, it's never been mentioned to the media… I wonder why."

"Probably because Vegeta doesn't like being followed, and if he were followed, then his wife would have to explain the corpses littering her lawn-hence the secrecy." About halfway through that sentence he had ceased answering her question, and was now puzzling it out so that it made sense to himself.

Videl gave him a weird look, but shrugged mentally to herself. Then they both realized that they had been standing there and staring at the door for an absurd amount of time, and hastily opened it and left the house.

Gohan, seriously not wanting to have to drive in some frou-frou pink car, which she just might have, decapsulated a car of his own. Just so he wouldn't have to make an excuse, or blow up the car on 'accident'. His car was a jet black Viper SRT-10 with a black leather interior complete with kick ass sound system.

"Cool car." Videl muttered as she inspected the vehicle.

"I was afraid yours was pink." Gohan said stonily, not affected when she turned and glared at him.

"You're never going to let that go are you?"

"Not likely." He couldn't help it, teasing Videl was highly addicting in his opinion.

'I swear, he looks JUST like Gohan… but it couldn't be him, he knew her, so he would never wear the exact same thing, he wasn't that stupid… actually, he's not stupid at all…' Blinking, she snapped out of her inner ramblings and sat down in the passenger side, then she handed him the directions she had written down.

(A/N: I just had to explain why no one made the connection…)

In a few minutes of silence, not really comfortable or uncomfortable, they arrived at a very ritzy French restaurant. Stepping out of the car, Gohan tossed the keys to a valet and frowned at him.

"Let me guess, scratch my car and I'll die." The boy said, rolling his eyes, he probably had been getting the same line all night and was sick of it.

Gohan shook his head. "More like, damage my car and I'm stealing someone else's. I just thought I should warn you." Then he smirked at the amused boy and walked around his car before holding his hand out to Videl, who had decided to sit in the car and stare off into space.

Videl blinked when his hand entered her vision, and she turned to him a bit surprised. She opened her mouth to ask if they were there, but then realized that that was a very stupid question, one she did not wish to be mocked for.

As the couple was walking in, they heard borderline psychotic giggling. Turning their heads to the side slightly, they saw a group of about three girls, staring at them and laughing at nothing.

"Do you think giggling like that is some sort of chronic disease?" Gohan asked, wondering if and when they'd start to need air.

Videl shrugged in response giving them a mildly disgusted look. "I've always thought it was more of a brain tumor, but your theory works."

Shaking his head, he placed a hand on Videl's lower back and ushered her inside, those giggling girls were staring at him and it was just plain disturbing.

Once they entered they were immediately shown to their table by the maître d' who pointed to a small candlelit table in the corner before he scurried off to do other maître d'ish things.

"Guess they're not here yet… not that I was expecting to get here so fast." Videl said, talking more to herself than to Gohan.

She walked calmly over to the table and sat down, motioning for him to sit next to her, but when he hesitated she voiced her opinion. "It'd be kinda obvious something was wrong if you just stood there."

He rolled his eyes at her choice of words, she made it sound like they were in the middle of a lover's spat or something… but, whatever. Pulling out his chair, he dropped into it lazily taking on a laidback position.

"Hey Videl, who's your cute friend?" Erasa asked brightly as she practically bounced over, dragging Sharpener along with her.

Videl flashed her friends a smile before replying in a natural tone. "This is Agent G, he's my bodyguard."

The blond girl blinked and tilted her head to the side as she sat down across from her blue-eyed friend. "Videl, why do you need a bodyguard?"

"Seriously, I mean you could probably beat this guy up in your sleep!" Sharpener pointed out.

Gohan rolled his eyes while Videl answered their questions. "I need a bodyguard because some people are after me, I could easily beat them up seeing as how I've done it before, but they're using poison and bombs and stuff. That's where Agent G comes in… and he can actually beat me in a fair fight." She finished off quickly, embarrassed to admit that someone could beat her.

The two blonds nodded, accepting her answer, though they were a little incredulous about the last part. Then Sharpener noticed something. "You know, you really look like this totally wimpy guy from school-Gohan."

"He's not wimpy, he could probably beat you up if he wanted too!" Videl snapped angrily, though she really couldn't figure out why she felt the need to defend her newest friend.

As soon as the words left Sharpeners mouth, Gohan began staring at him like he had suddenly turned into a talking shrub that was demanding he learn how to crochet. What the fuck was wrong with these people! WHEN WOULD SOMEONE RECOGNIZE HIM!

"Actually, you look exactly like Gohan, except with different clothes. Even your sunglasses are the same, but I'm sure that's just a coincidence." Erasa said, smiling sweetly at him, and yes, she was being completely serious and not mocking in the slightest. His other two dining companions simply nodded in agreement.

Gohan thought about slamming his head onto the table, but decided against it on the grounds that the table would break. Then a waiter came and took their orders, when he reached Gohan, the demi-saiyan shook his head and said that he wasn't hungry.

Of course, Sharpener automatically assumed that it was because the government agent was too poor to pay for his meal. "Aw, it's okay man, Videl'll pay for you if you ask."

Agent G rolled his eyes and shook his head. "You're a moron." He said simply, not even dignifying the ludicrous comment with an actual answer.

"Oops, sorry, you were trying to be subtle weren't you?" Sharpener said, actually regretting his words, it wasn't that he was a total jerk, it was just that he was a bit thoughtless sometimes.

"You wouldn't know subtle if it walked up and slapped you." Gohan pointed out, more than moderately annoyed with the blond boy at this point. Pulling his wallet out, he grabbed the large amount of bills contained within and showed the idiot. "And just to get you to shut up, I'm probably richer than all three of you combined." What could he say, apparently 'risking one's life' for the government was a very lucrative business, should you survive long enough to collect.

"Then why aren't you eating?" Sharpener asked, angry that he thought he was richer then all three of them combined.

Gohan gave him a deadpan look. "Because I think their food sucks." He muttered sarcastically, praying that the idiot would just shut up already.

Luckily their food arrived, the waiter had left when he saw an argument brewing, halting anything Sharpener had to say to Gohan.

After diner, his cell phone rang, so he, hoping that it was the government, stupidly answered without checking the ID. After all, no one else knew his cell number… or so he thought.

"SON GOHAN! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU! YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN HOME HOURS AGO YOUNG MAN!" Keeping his focus on the road Gohan kept the phone to his ear even though it was killing him, couldn't have Videl hearing this conversation now could he?

"I'm at work." He stated, sounding a helluva lot calmer than he felt.

"WORK! I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO GIVE UP THAT JOB!" Gohan's grip on the steering wheel increased greatly, an action that was noted by his female passenger.

"I don't believe that you have the authority to tell me what to do." His voice, though it remained at a reasonable level, had a very sharp edge to it, daring her to continue.

"Don't have the authority! Gohan! I am your mother!"

"Really? And what were you for the past five years?"

"I am not going to argue with you right now, I have to put Goten to bed. We will talk about this when you get home."

"Fine." His voice was clipped, and not to far from a growl. "But I won't be home for a few days, and don't worry, I'll be going to school." He ground out, a bitter note entering his voice.

His fingers tightened around the phone, and he considered destroying it, but then he wouldn't know when his job was complete, so he loosened his grip and slipped the device back into his pocket. Putting his other hand back on the steering wheel, he slammed his foot down on the gas, instantly the car was breaking every speed law known to man, and only his excellent reflexes and control kept it from crashing. And Videl, knowing a pissed of teenager when she saw one, wisely held her tongue.

Within seconds they pulled up at the front of the club, spooking the people standing in line for entrance. Turning the car off, Gohan stepped out and slammed the car door with very little force behind it, wouldn't want to break it. Walking around to the other side of the car, he opened the door, grabbed Videl's wrist and pulled her out before dragging her to the front of the line.

Videl twitched slightly when she saw the bouncer… it was… a little kid… in fact, it was that same little kid she had seen at the Briefs' house earlier that day. Before she had a chance to say anything, Agent G began speaking to them.

"Trunks, let the bouncers out of the closet, I have a new assignment for you." The chibi stared up at him with large, wonder-filled eyes.

"Is it a secret mission?" He asked hopefully, wanting in on being a secret agent.

"Yeah, I want you to watch her." He said, motioning at Videl. "People are after her, and if she gets so much as a scratch on her, Vegeta's training lessons are going to look like kiddie time in Funland, got it?" Trunks saluted Gohan Saiyan style like Vegeta had taught him last week.

Videl was going to protest, I mean, she had to draw the line somewhere, right? But Gohan cut her off before she could even begin by whispering in her ear. "It's just to entertain him." His voice was serious, and he was also lying through his teeth.

Then he walked over to a concealed closet, opened the door, thereby releasing the two bouncers who Trunks had locked in there. "I don't care." He said icily when they tried to make excuses. "Two blonds will be coming here soon, one's a guy, one's a girl, let them up to the front of the line and let them in." Then he strode back over to his car, got in, and peeled out of the parking lot at breakneck speeds.

Piloting his car one handed, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed the Brief's personal line.

"What the hell do you want?"

"A spar. Ten minutes."

Vegeta glanced at his wife before glaring at a random wall. "Fine." He ground out, normally, he would have told Gohan to go to HFIL, but he noted that the younger Saiyan was in a very bad mood, no doubt having to do something with his wife giving Chichi the brat's phone number.

"Vegeta?" Bulma inquired from her place at the table. They were trying to have a romantic evening while Trunks was distracted somewhere else. He glanced at her before turning away and going to put his training clothes on.

"Vegeta, where are you going?" She tried again.

He sighed angrily before facing her. "I'm going to spar with Kakarott's brat."

"Why?" She asked, now getting angry as well.

"Because you just had to give that harpy his phone number, and now he's pissed off and is a danger to himself, and others." He sighed when her eyes started to tear up.

Walking over to her, he kissed her on the forehead, told her it really wasn't her fault Chichi was a bitch, and then he left the room.

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Okay, once again, I seriously have nothing against Chichi, I think she's awesome, but the previous owner of the fic made her out to be a bitch, and by Kami she's going to end the fic that way. OH! And the thing Gohan pulled out of the punching bag was a bomb-just so it's clear!

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