Gohan ever so slowly and methodically opened one eye. He was greeted only by darkness. As was the usual custom, he opened the next. Allowing his gaze to focus in the twilight, he noticed a number of things, which added to those detected by his other senses did nothing but worry the young saiyan.

He could feel something soft pressing against a large proportion of his body, that eerily felt like one leg coiled around one of his own, arms loosely holding him and the torso, a very well developed torso, pushed up against his own chest.

Additionally, he could hear a soft pattern of breathing emanating from beneath him, one that was not his own, as well as the tell tale aroma of perfume mingled with other smells he just couldn't describe or put a name to, something that only he and the other saiyans on the planet would manage to detect, something far too faint for humans to pick up on. That smell also seemed to be lingering as a taste in his mouth.

Back to his sight, he realised what all of this meant and the night before came flooding back to the male. His eyes had now adjusted to the poor light conditions and the lumpy form beneath him was revealed to him.

He became aware that his face was buried in a mass of silky black hair. He knew of only four people apart from himself on the planet who had such a darkness in their locks. Somehow he doubted that it could be Vegeta. Goten did not have breasts, and it sure as hell had better not be his mother!

That left one option, there was only one possibility as to who this was and he wondered just why he had allowed himself to be sucked in like he had. What kind of games was she playing at? He had to get out of this situation and return to reality. He could figure out why Videl Satan had come on to him the night before and then slept with him.

He had no pity for the girl, all he felt was anger at her for playing with him like this. Without worrying too much about waking her, he pushed her from his arms, and she groaned at he disturbance and loss of warmth and protection that his arms provided her body.

He rolled away to sit on the side of the soft bed that was not his own and searched for his clothes. Finding the majority of them with his eyes, he went to pick them up, dressing with haste. Shrugging on his shirt, he turned to see his 'lover' lying on her side, smiling up at him. All he saw however was an evil smirk on her face, obviously happy with what she had done to him.

"Where are you going?" She asked, perplexed at his odd behaviour. She thought that the night before had been something special between the two of them, something to remember, but he didn't look like he was in a good mood with her at all.

"How could you do that to me? Why would you do it?" He seethed at her.

"What are you talking about? I thought that was what we both wanted."

"I don't know what kind of world you are living in Videl, but that was not what I was expecting from you." He chuckled, as to why, he didn't know. This was hardly an amusing situation. "I bet this that this was something you and your friends cooked up. Was that boyfriend of yours in on it too?"

She looked away, ashamed at her actions. If he ever found out that it was a dare, a bet...

"So, what was it, did someone double dare you or something?" He asked, hardly expecting that to be exactly what was going on. She glanced up quickly and then away again. He could read her like an open book. "You've got to be kidding me?! A dare! How could you do something like this, toy with someone's emotions with such callousness?" He turned to leave, before realising that he still had plenty more to say. The young woman was surprised at his outburst. She hadn't slept with him because of the bet, she had done it because she loved him. At that moment, that fact became painfully clear. She was in love with him.

"You walk around school, swishing that hair of yours about." She lightly touched a hand to the end of her hair at what he said. "Strutting about with your self importance. I always thought that you were still different from your friends, a bit better, but you aren't. One of them obviously gave you the idea, but I don't think that any of them would actually sink to this level just for a laugh. You're so much worse than the others Videl. That insane boyfriend is a saint compared to you." She was dumbfounded.

"I hear that the two of you are going to get married after we leave school. Everyone says that you two are in love. So why don't you get back to him?" She stood up quickly, bringing her sheet with her for cover, wrapping it tightly around her body.

"I don't love him. And I have never even said that I do." She looked down at her feet, shuffling slightly. "I don't even like him. I don't know what you may have heard to the contrary, but you were my first. I never did it with him."

"Tell it to someone who cares Videl." He turned once again to leave, this time for good.

"Wait!" She cried.

"What?!" He snapped.

"I didn't make love to you because of a bet, I did it because I..." His face contorted into one of anger and interest at what she had to say.

"Look Videl, the bottom line is you slept with me because someone dared you to. Now I see why our friendship dissolved in the first place, and why it should never be resurrected again. I'd prefer if we never spoke of this. I'd prefer it if we never spoke."

"You can't mean that? I thought that we were friends again. I thought that we were more than friends." She was pleading with him now, almost begging him not to leave her.

He gave a resigned sigh, and looked away. The look in her eyes was unbearable and contradicted everything that he now thought of her, and showed him exactly what he hoped was within her. But her actions showed for themselves. "I should go, my mother will be worried about me..." And with that, he did.