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Note: I ain't going into detail on Vegeta and Gohan's fight because a) I'm lazy, b) I don't feel like it and c) make it up yourself if you care that much!
Also, props where props are due! Gohan-Kun Shin was apparently the original creator of the… eih… either him going blind or him going angsty… not to sure on the specifics, but I dedicate this chapter to her because she and another author made it up, so… um… I hope you don't mind me indirectly copying you, 'cause I totally had no idea! (:hugs: I read your profile, that is so sad! I'm sorry that you had to go through any of that. And I'm also sorry for kind of broadcasting this… :nervous laughter:)
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After a quick spar with Vegeta, which lasted about thirty minutes, Gohan was feeling much less like forming a giant Ki ball and destroying the entire planet, which, we voted on and decided was a good thing (sorry, needed to get that out). Waving goodbye to a slightly winded Vegeta, the demi-saiyan pressed the button on his watch and returned to his Agent G outfit… man what a stupid sounding name, almost as bad as the Omega Squad… almost.
Rolling his shoulders foreword, he slid into his car and took off into the darkening night, heading back to the club he had abandoned his charge at. Even though he had been beyond pissed, he had still kept tabs on her Ki signature and knew that no harm had come to her, actually, no one had even tried to harm her yet if Trunks was anything to go by. His Ki hadn't raised so much as one level, meaning that he hadn't even bothered to prank anyone yet.
Arriving at the club, he walked past the line and into the crowded building, ignoring the line's cries of indignation. Following Videl's Ki signature, he walked across the dance floor, not bothering to avoid the dancers, which ultimately resulted in quite a few people on the floor, glaring and cussing him out.
Reaching his target, he nodded to Trunks to show that he was now off duty and free to prank whomever he pleased. Then he tossed him a bag full of paintballs, which was the boy's favorite mode of payment, his mom refused to buy them for the poor little guy… something about a favorite couch and eight lamps.
"Cool! Thanks Gohan-sensei! Oh… and… at around nine it would probably be best if you weren't on the dance floor." Trunks then gave him a conspiritual (not a word but using it anyway) wink before disappearing into the crowd as only a short eight-year-old amongst tall teenagers could do.
Shaking his head with a slight smirk on his face, Gohan turned around to face Videl and the blond wonder duo. Sliding into a seat next to them, he grabbed a bottle of vodka from a passing waiter and downed half of the thing in one go. Then he looked up to see that he was being stared at by three pairs of large and occasionally twitching eyes.
Ignoring them, he tilted the bottle back and finished it off before tossing it into a passing busboy's arms. Then he faced the three idiots and raised an eyebrow, wondering if they were drunk even though there were no alcoholic beverages on their table.
"A-are you sure you should be getting drunk right now…? I mean, what if something happens to Videl!" Sharpener questioned, still a bit incredulous that he had drunken the entire bottle in under a minute.
"Drunk?" Gohan asked, mildly surprised by the question. Then he snorted in disdain. "It takes a helluva lot more than one bottle of Vodka to get me drunk. Gimme a few bottles of Ever Clear, and then we're talking mildly intoxicated at most."
"Wow! What a high alcohol tolerance you have!" Erasa pointed out cheerfully as the first few notes of her favorite song began to play. "And you're just in time too! Come on guys, let's go dance!" Grabbing Sharpener's hand, she began dragging him onto the dance floor, motioning for Agent G and Videl to follow them.
Glancing at his watch, Gohan shook his head and grabbed Videl's hand to stop her from going out onto the dance floor.
"It's 8:59." He pointed out calmly in response to her confused look.
Videl was quite confused for a moment before she remembered that Trunks had told him not to be on the dance floor at nine. Nodding slightly to herself, she sat back down in her seat, her full attention on the dance floor, curiosity being foremost on her mind. "Um… Do you think we should go get Erasa and Sharpener?" Sadly, her query came to late, for at that moment the clock struck nine.
Not even a second into the hour, it began raining inside the building. Someone had activated the sprinklers, and that same 'anonymous' someone, and filled them with pink and purple paint instead of water. But, it was watery paint so Gohan figured it wasn't too much of a fire hazard.
The paint was very quickly followed by outraged squeals from the girls, and outraged shouts from the guys. There wasn't a difference really, but 'shouts' sounds manlier and I really don't want random males chasing me squealing about decimation of character.
Upon seeing a very angry mob of pink and purple splattered men in leather and other club-going outfits chasing a laughing eight year old boy, Videl began laughing so hard she almost fell out of her chair. Hell, even Gohan felt that the moment was worthy of a chuckle or two. Ok, he found it worthy of laughing his ass off, but he doesn't do that, thus the chuckle.
When Videl calmed herself down enough to breathe, she turned to face him. "Do you think we should go help him?" She seemed genuinely concerned for the little boy that was running circles around the men chasing him, but still, just one hit and that poor little kid would go down.
Gohan snorted in response to her concern. "He'd be insulted if we did."
"But what if he gets hit?" Her voice was now angry and there was a certain maternal ring to it.
"He won't, and even if he does, I'd pity the guy that hit him." Knowing that she wasn't going to leave it alone, he rolled his eyes and stood up, offering her his hand. "The dance floor should be safe now."
Her Ki fluctuated slightly, telling him that she was about to protest. Rolling his eyes once again he grabbed her hand and brought her over to where they had Trunks 'trapped'. An evil glare/frown combination made the boisterous crowd part to allow them passage. Storming to the front of the crowd, he tilted his head up and stared at the lavender haired boy that was currently grinning down at him from the top of the spiraling staircase that connected the dance floor to the encompassing lounge.
Dropping her hand he walked calmly up the steps, ignoring the expectant gazes that were now being directed at him. Reaching the top of the stairs he patted the boy on the head. "Nice." was all he said.
Trunks grinned up at him arrogantly. "Yeah, I liked this one too…" The he pouted slightly. "Wish Goten coulda come… but his mom said he couldn't spend the night…"
"There's always next time." He responded calmly, watching with a blank expression as Trunks perked up and began muttering under his breath about dancing bears, dip n' dots, and other various things he would be needing for when that day came.
Staring at the scheming little boy, he shook his head slightly and gave him an amused smirk. "Tell me if you need help."
"Hey! What the hell are you gonna do about our clothes buddy!"
Turning around, Gohan crossed his arms and surveyed the pranked mob. "Nothing." Honestly, it wasn't like he cared what their clothes looked like. But even though he couldn't see per say, the globs of pink and purple Ki that was randomly scattered over their own pathetic life force was quite funny.
"Listen, that kid can't go unpunished! LOOK AT WHAT HE DID TO MY PRADA ORIGINAL!" Oh look, now the angry women were joining the conversation.
"First of all, he's just a little kid!" Videl stated angrily, glaring at the people around her, then she turned her eyes to her bodyguard. "And Agent G, you really shouldn't condone these pranks…" She pointed out, trying to be reasonable and see both sides of the story… not that there was really much of a story to see, for it was all rather straight foreword.
Rolling his eyes for what felt like the millionth time that night, he faced his charge. "They're harmless pranks, besides, they're amusing." Then Gohan sneered at the large mob of angry club goers. "As to all of your pathetic complaints, I. Don't. Care." Then he stepped out from in front of Trunks. "But if you want to try and punish him, be my guest."
Videl's eyes widened in horror as the crowd around her rushed foreword to teach the little kid a lesson. She was more or less frozen in shock, but before she could be trampled, someone grabbed her wrist and lifted her well away from the fray and into a pair of strong arms.
"Can't have you getting hurt now can I?" His voice didn't change from it's normal indifference, but Videl's heart beat faster at the words regardless. Though it could be because she was almost trampled by a bunch of crazy people.
During those few seconds she was saved, time seemed to have been suspended, but then it suddenly snapped back into place, punctuated by her panicked gasp. "WHAT ABOUT THAT LITTLE BOY!" She cried, her wide blue eyes staring into the black abyss of Gohan's.
Raising an eyebrow he couldn't help but wonder, once again, and how oblivious this girl could be. They were currently suspended in air, their feet dangling. Most people would have caught onto this fact by now… one would hope… Shaking his head slightly to clear his thoughts, he dropped one arm from around her torso and bent down slightly, slipping it under her legs so that she was being held in bridal position and could therefore see what was going on with Trunks.
Her mind drifted back into shock when she felt herself being lifted into a different position, and she quickly glanced into his eyes to try and read his emotions. But he wasn't looking at her, following his gaze she saw the crazy people converging on that poor little boy. Though… to his credit, the little boy didn't look all that worried… he actually looked kind of amused.
Trunks grinned at them cheekily before he sunk into a fighting stance. Ah yes, now for his second favorite part of pulling pranks, the first being the look on their faces of course. He never did anything big—it would take away from the prank—but what he did do was always fun.
The second the first wave of people reached the top step, he launched himself forward and, using a curtain he had gotten from Kami knows where, he tied one end around a particularly menacing man before running around the mob. Then he halted in front of them, the trademark Vegeta smirk on his face. "You should really be more careful." He commented, jerking the fabric he had in his hand and causing the angry people to fall backwards and tumble down the stairs.
Floating down next to him he shook his head in mock pity. "I mean, falling down the stairs, that's hardly graceful." Flashing them a bright grin, the boy disappeared leaving a trail of energy behind him. "Bye Gohan!" He called, exiting the building and heading home.
Gohan shook his head slightly at the boy's audacity. That was Vegeta's son all right… though that mischievous streak probably came from Bulma. Lowering himself and Videl down the floor, he landed at the top of the stairs and released the girl from his grasp.
Hearing his phone ringing, Gohan stuck his hand into his pocket and pulled it out before holding up to his ear. "Yes?"
"Agent G, I'm afraid that our plans have hit a bit of a snag."
"A bit of a snag?" He repeated, mild annoyance creeping into his voice.
"Yes, I'm afraid that our inside man was captured, and they now know of our plans to have you guard Ms. Satan. Apparently they've doubled their power somehow, and found some secret weapon to use against you."
Gohan raised an eyebrow
while smirking slightly. Making a noncommittal noise his inward
thoughts expressed his disdain. 'Really now…? A secret weapon…
Ah yes, my kryptonite…' He wanted to snicker at the thought, but
knowing that it would scare both Videl and the General on the other
line, he withheld his amusement.
"We want you to stay on her-don't let her out of your sight. And be careful, we don't want a political nightmare on our hands."
"Yeah, sure, whatever." Gohan replied, not really feeling it necessary to listen as the General droned on about what would happen if he failed.
Sharpner and Erasa had wandered over at some point during his phone conversation, and they were now pumping Videl for information about what had just happened. Gohan divided his attention between their conversation, and what was going on around them-he was completely ignoring whatever it was that the General was saying.
"Make us proud Agent G."
Gohan rolled his eyes as the officer made him sound like some kind elementary school kid whose parents were sending him off to his very first day of 8th grade. Well, except he said 'Agent G' instead of some insipid pet name like 'honey' or 'sweetie'. But don't get him wrong; he would have had to kill the guy if he had said something like that.
Flipping his phone shut he ended the conversation, not even bothering with a goodbye or a '10-4' or whatever the crap you say at the end of pointless conversations.
Hearing a sniper rifle go off, Gohan placed his hand on Videl's back, right where her heart would be. He felt the bullet hit his hand instead of killing her, and didn't so much as blink. Really, a bullet to him was like being hit with a singular feather, except that it didn't tickle.
"Let's go dance." He said simply, glancing behind him at the sniper and memorizing his Ki signature.
He ignored the confusion that flickered in her aura, and that was probably mirrored on her face, if he had bothered to look at her face and read the Ki fluctuations.
But then he decided he didn't want her to think he was hitting on her, because at the moment he definitely wasn't or at least that's what he was telling himself. Whether or not his subconscious was hitting on her was unknown and he wasn't paying enough attention to care.
"You're too out in the open, crowds are better when dealing with snipers."
"And how do you know there's a sniper after me?"
He gave her a look from behind his darkened shades. "Because that's the favored assassination field of most people, especially as the first wave of attack."
"Oh." She said simply, he was the assassination expert after all, who was she to question him on this matter. Plus she was busy trying not to be assaulted by some random grinder from the crowd.
They reached the center of the dance floor and Gohan lightly placed his hands on her waist as her arms reached up and she clasped her hands behind his neck. A slow song was playing to they began to sway to the beat, doing a much more… sedate, version of the floor's other occupants' dancing.
Halfway through the song he slid his hands around her waist and pulled her to him, leaning his head down he placed his mouth right next to her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.
"Five men just entered, we have to leave now." He explained quietly, his lips lightly brushing her ear as he talked. Videl blinked in confusion before her mind caught on to what he was saying.
She blushed slightly and inwardly berated herself for having thought he had ulterior motives, what would Gohan think about her behavior anyway? Here she just froze and began wondering where the hell that had come from.
Agent G rolled his eyes in annoyance when he saw that Videl had fallen into her own little world. Wrapping an arm around her waist he navigated the crowd with ease, mainly because he used a bit of his Ki to force the people apart.
Reaching the door he turned his head and gave the would-be snipers an arrogant smirk. Then he led Videl out of the club and into his awaiting car. Driving off at insane speeds, he chose to ignore the man following them on the grounds that he had left that loser in the dust two blocks ago.
About halfway home Videl finally stopped mentally berating herself and realized that she was in a car with Gohan driving. She opened her mouth to ask what had happened, but then closed it again because it would be stupid to ask.
Not too much after that, with Gohan behind the wheel, they reached her house and the crazy-ass driver stopped the car from going near the sound barrier, to nothing in a second flat. Needless to say the whiplash gave Videl something of a headache as she slowly climbed out of the car and vowed to never allow herself to stop paying attention if it meant Agent G possibly being behind the wheel of the vehicle she was about to enter.
"How the hell did you get your license anyway…?" The rather nauseous girl inquired, glaring balefully at the source of her discomfort.
The boy shrugged and placed a hand on her back, leading he into the house before the idiots chasing them got the chance to catch up. "With a few threats." And for the life of her, Videl couldn't tell whether or not he was being serious.
Quickly going up the stairs, Gohan shoved Videl into her pink monstrosity of a room. "Change into your nightclothes and then come back out here."
She gave him a weird look but did as he said, she was honestly too queasy to start yelling at him for no real reason, she was afraid she might throw up if she opened her mouth that wide. She came out a few minutes later dressed in a baggy white shirt and soft black drawstring pants. She had taken her hair down and braided it so that it would stay out of her way during the night.
Agent G reached around her and shut the door, blocking his senses from the horrid pinkness that was her room, at the moment he was glad he was blind, that way he only had to deal with the Ki being pink, which was horrid, but probably not as much as it could have been. Grabbing her hand he walked a little ways down the hall, opened the door to the guest room and walked in.
He sat down lightly on the chair and gestured towards the bed. "You can sleep there."
"What?" Videl asked, becoming confused. She had thought she would sleep in her room and he would take the guest room-after all, her room might be ugly as anything, but it had one damn comfy bed.
He settled back in the computer chair and folded his arms behind his head. "You're likely going to be attacked tonight, and as I said before there is nothing on this world or any other that will get me into your room."
"Oh." She replied, getting his meaning. Walking over to the bed, she pulled the covers down and slid into, trying to get comfortable. A moment later she lay on her side, facing the stoic agent.
"So what are you going to do?" She asked in a blasé tone, not really caring but feeling obligated to ask.
He snorted slightly, picking up on her feelings as she made them rather obvious. "Don't ask questions you don't care about, it's a waste of time." He then spun around in the chair and turned on the computer that was also in the room.
She watched him for a moment before shrugging and propping herself up on the mountain of pillows. Pulling a remote out of nowhere, she turned the TV on and began watching XXX, pleased to find that it was just starting. After all, it was only 10 at night, and though it was a school night she wasn't tired, and as such wasn't going to sleep.
Suddenly, something hit Gohan. This was only the first day of school. His right eye twitched. That just wasn't right, if the rest of his school year was going to be so 'eventful' he might as well just go ahead and kill himself. He glanced at the girl on the bed, the person mainly responsible for all the events in his day. Well, at least things would be interesting…
He felt malevolent Ki signatures enter the house and sighed before pushing himself out of the chair. "I'll be right back, don't die while I'm gone." Storming out of the room he went downstairs to deal with the intruders, hopefully working off the residual bits of misplaced aggression still floating around his mind.
And so, Gohan Son's first day of school ended. God does his life suck.
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Leiko: Wow, that sounds like the end of the fic. :Sees angry reviewers and backs away nervously: But of course it isn't! There'll be much, much more! Also, terribly sorry about the long wait… but I have evil demonic teachers, plus I have after school activities that take away a lot of my free time.
Announcement: I NEED HELP! I have some plans for where I want this fic to go, but I'll appreciate all the help I can get, so give me some ideas and I'll try to update sooner next time, writers' block is a total bitch (Much like Chichi in this fic). I'll give you credit if I use your ideas, so please, any and all help is welcome, even help in the form of flames. (Haha, what you losers don't realize, is that by giving flames, all of us writers are slowly accumulating the endothermic power to create and evil doomsday weapon to be used against you! MWAHAHAHA! YOUR FLAMES WILL BE YOUR OWN DOWNFALL::Insert insane laughter here: Ahem, right.)
No one: I'm sorry 'bout the wait, and I'm super glad you like it::Needs to stop adding 'super' as an adjective because it makes me sound stupid: And go you! I love all that stuff too! Except basketball… because I'm a short girl, and I kind of suck… if you drop the kind of part… but it's still fun to play!
Lunar-chickie-babe: (cool name by the way) And thanks, I really appreciate it!
LizzieHanyou: Thanks, I know it's taken me forever to update, so sorry!
Jacques::nods: yeah, I see your reasoning, personally I love Chi as I've said before, but from reading my own fic I kind of hate her… :sweatdrops: That's a bit sad. Oh well, thanks for reviewing and all that standard junk!
Morath Isil Durunya: (Also a very cool name… not that I know what it means… if it even means anything, right, I'm just gonna shut up now…) I'M SORRY! And yes, it would, I'm so so so sorry about the wait, but between school and writers block, and the fact that none of my friends can help me get over it 'cause they're not really into DBZ, I'm kind of having a hard time, but don't worry, I promise I won't give up! (If only to avoid being flayed by a very dull knife :grins:)
Solidsilver: Thanks, I love those kinds of stories too, it's always so awesome when someone writes about something you've never realized, but then it all suddenly clicks and stuffs, so yeah. Thanks a lot for the compliments, hope ya review again!
SChgIrl: Continued! And thanks!
Adenna-chan: Sorry about the wait! Hope you haven't given me up for dead!
Sk8er7: Oh, lol, thanks! I'm glad you like the plot, so do I, that's why I adopted this fic. Sorry about the wait! (I'm getting really sick of saying that… I guess the only answer to that problem is to never wait so long to update… :sweatdrops: Once again, sorry!)
BLiberalQuestionAuthority: Me too! Dark Gohan is so cool! I'm glad you approve! Sorry 'bout the wait!
Krista: Thanks, I'm glad you can, I don't like making her out to be a bitch, but it's crucial for the story and all that. And I want me to update soon without any reason whatsoever too!
Darrenshanfan::blinks: You're totally right! I'll get right on that! Thanks for pointing that out!
Feniix: Thanks, and I'm really sorry about the wait!
Star Spellsprite: Lol, thanks, I appreciate the sentiment, and hopefully this chapter is as good as the last.
MadnessLover::Winces: Okay, that's so much more then three days… Sorry… I was hoping to keep updating at that rate, but I can only think up so much before it becomes stupid… damn writers block.
Miroku-has-darkness: Aren't we all?
SSJ3MysticGohan: Thanks, I liked the idea too! (Well duh, why else would I put that in there…?) Sorry about the wait! I sincerely hope you don't hate me for it!
Shadowyoukokitsune: Lol, yeah, I know, I should have made the outfit different, but I couldn't think of anything badass Gohan would wear that would cover his identity, so I just made everyone beyond stupid instead. -
A-man: Thanks! I'm glad you pulled through the ok-ness to get to my part!
Gohan-Kun Shin: No prob, credit is yours my friend! Thanks for the idea of the fic though, I really love it!
Gohan-Chan: SORRY ABOUT THE WAIT! And I can see where you're coming from… but personally, I hate Pan… not the cute chibi pan, but the one in GT. :shudders: Now that girl is a bitch.
Shadow Dreamer 27: Lol, yeah, I'm so evil, making all these people stupider then anyone should be! Hope you like this chapter too, regardless of the horrible wait! I am sorry about that!
Frying Pan of DOOM::sweatdrop: Yeah, you're right, thanks for that! I fixed it, for the most part I hope, and you bring up several good points. But had I left him in there, I would have made it so he was spending the night at Trunks's house, that way it all makes sense 'cause Vegeta'd let them go even if Bulma wouldn't. So that's probably what I'll do in the future if Goten ever goes somewhere cool-which he will because I'm bringing him more into the story. Thanks so much for your help! And I'm sorry about the long wait!