Well, I don't like to keep chapters in parts too long before I update them, so here is the next part.

Oh, and I am going to take this opportunity to remind you all that Videl does not know that Gohan has any powers beyond that of a normal strong human, and definitely does not know that he is Saiyaman or fly. She does not know that he is half alien. She just knows that he is strong and smart.

Slight OOC in this with Gohan and Videl, but only because I'm making them more fluffy than usual. That is it.

Chapter 20: Babysitter! Part 3 and Secrets Revealed

Hercule looked yelled at the driver to keep going to the mansion, and then he ordered Goten to go clean himself. While Goten was doing so, Hercule went through some of his merchandise, and found a training suit for a boy the size of Goten. It looked just like his normal dark red and white outfit, and Goten wore it for the remainder of the day.

"Goten, you should have seen the look on his face when you said that!" explained Trunks when Goten was all clean, "He looked like he was about to have kittens or something."

"I like kittens, what color were they?" asked Goten, oblivious to the figure of speech. Trunks hit him over the head.

"That's just a saying."

"O-oh, I think I get it," said Goten, scratching his head, "Oh well."

Hercule entered the room, not paying any attention to their "childish" conversations. Instead, he was angry, no, beyond angry. He had gone to his private bathroom, and saw that someone had graffitied the ENTIRE thing! The mirrors were black, and toy spiders hung from the ceiling. All of the lights were blown out, and a crude cartoon of his head being blown off by Cell was the only thing not completely blacked out. The toilet was overflowed, and all the toilet paper was spread around the room. The towels were scattered as well, and the ones with his face on them were used to dry up the overflowed toilet.

"YOU BOYS ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE!" he yelled, then escorted them to a bare room, "YOU WILL STAY IN HERE UNTIL YOU ARE PICKED UP BY GOHAN!" he said as he slammed and locked the door. The only thing in the room was a window on the other side, letting in the only light.

"Nice going, Bonehead," said Trunks, "You were supposed to do that where he wouldn't find it until AFTER we left!"

"Sorry," replied Goten sheepishly, "How was I supposed to know that he was going to use his bathroom? He has so many in this house!" he defended.

"Whatever, at least now we can plot some more. Hmm, I wonder if he ever wanted a sky-light?" Trunks mused as he took out the blue prints for the house. "Let's see, the material over his bathroom just happens to be perfect for a skylight," he continued, "and since it is already messed up, it will work perfectly."

While the boys were plotting their next move, Hercule sat in his chair, sipping a drink. However, instead of lemonade, it was a beer. He looked over his old fighting tapes, pretending that he still was as powerful as he had been at the time of their recording.

'Who do those boys think that they are?' he thought, 'They have destroyed my beautiful bathroom, and who knows what else they have done. They scared off my cook, and they made me look like a fool in front of Saiyaman. To add to that, they made me get a ticket, and they are too strong for their own good!'

He watched himself win the last tournament, but instead of the usual satisfaction that he received from it, he felt bad. He knew that he was getting weaker with age, and if he didn't watch it, he would be too weak to enter in the tournaments. But, the crowds still looked up to him, and as long as they did so, he would continue to be their hero – a hero who sits on his behind every day and never lifts a finger.

In the bare room:

After deciding fully on one plan for the skylight, Trunks opened the window, which surprisingly was open, and flew to where Hercule's bathroom should be. Then, he let off a small energy blast, and voila, there was an energy blast-shaped skylight in his bathroom. Granted, it singed a few towels, and made a dent in the floor, but it was a job well done. He high-tailed it out of there and sat in the bare room, contently playing with his Game-boy. Goten just took a nap.

With Gohan and Videl:

They were overjoyed when the final bell rang for the day. The teachers gave them little homework, and so they had plenty of time to spend on their camping trip. They already had their equipment packed in their jets, so they just opened up the jets and flew to a deserted part of the mountains, near where Gohan lived.

The crisp air filled Videl's senses as she exited her copter into a clearing in the woods. She brought with her many "necessities" for the trip – namely plenty of clothes, a tent, a sleeping bag, bug spray, cooking apparatuses, a bathing suit, and food.

Gohan, however, only brought clothes, a bathing suit, and a sleeping bag. Really, he could have done without the sleeping bag, but it would be better than sleeping on the cold, hard ground.

"Why do you have so little?" asked Videl, looking at his few items, "I'm not sharing my food with you, the way you eat!" she exclaimed, then added as an afterthought, "Besides, Dad only let me bring a little bit of food."

"It's OK," Gohan replied, "I was thinking about catching my own dinner. How would you like fish for dinner?" he asked her.

"Fish sounds OK," she replied, "But what are you going to cook it on?" she asked.

"Fish on a stick over an open fire tastes good," he replied, "When you get your tent up, we can start looking for some wood, and then I'll catch dinner."

So, Videl started with her tent, and after about three failed attempts, she got it up. She placed her sleeping bag on the floor, and her luggage sat in one corner. Meanwhile, Gohan found an open spot for his sleeping bag, and he just put his small bag of clothes next to it.

They headed out to the forest, picking up kindling as they went. After both of their arms were full, they walked back into the camp, and set them in a pile. Gohan saw a fallen tree when they were out, so he used his hand to chop that into logs. Videl then started the fire.

Gohan walked to the stream a little distance away, sensing out the energy of a big fish. He floated above the surface of the water for a few seconds, then when it was right below him, he grabbed it, getting wet in the process. The clothes he wore to school were now drenched, so he would have to change when he went back to camp. The fish was about twice his size, but he knew that the fish had some bones, so he figured that it was big enough for dinner, but he would have to catch something else for breakfast, if they had time. They had school the next day.

"Wh..Where did you get that?" Videl asked as she watched Gohan carry the giant fish back to the camp.

"Where do you think I got it?" he asked rhetorically, "I got it from the stream. Geez, Videl, you need to think," he joked.

"I knew THAT, but I mean, how did you get it? You didn't have a pole."

"I know that. I used my hands."

"Oh," she said as she shook it off. While she dug through her cooking utensils, he had already begun to use a tough pocketknife to gut and remove the scales of the fish. Then, he just took the fish and shish-ka-bobbed it, preparing it quickly. Videl gave up on the pots and joined him in the roasting of the fish.

Almost an hour later, they had finished the food and eaten to their hearts' content. The sun began to fall over the western horizon, and Gohan took Videl out to the stream. To the west, there was a clearing through the mountains, and they watched the sun fall as they cuddled. Taking his chances, Gohan kissed Videl, and it quickly grew from an innocent kiss to a make-out scene.

"Gohan," Videl said after they were done, "May I ask you a question?"

"You already did," Gohan pointed out with a slight laugh in his voice.

Videl blushed, "You know what I mean. Anyway, I've seen the way you fight, and I was wondering how exactly you learned to do that."

"I was taught how to fight from an early age."

"That's all you ever say, and I know that there is more to it than just that," Videl said, "Please tell me what is going on… I mean, your brother is come sort of fighting prodigy, and you showed up at the same time as superheroes in the city. I promise I won't tell anyone," she said, giving him a sad look.

"Fine," Gohan said, "But only because I love you…"

"You do?" she asked, cutting him off. She jumped into his arms again, and once again they were making out.

"Yes, I do," he said, then continued, "You see it all started with my Dad…" and he went on to explain his past. If asked later on about why he did it, he wouldn't be able to tell, but he knew in that moment that she had a right to know a lot about him. Although, he withheld a few minor details, such as his connection with Cell. Being a Saiyan wasn't anything to be ashamed of, but beating Cell was too much for her right now. Also, to stay away from the prospect of her recognizing him from Cell, he withheld the information about what Super Saiyans look like. He only mentioned that it was a new level of power.

"…So, you see, now that Frieza is dead, and no one has appeared lately who we have to deal with, we have just been living in a time of peace," he finished, as he watched her eyes go from wide to understanding, then to questioning.

"But, why didn't you fight Cell when the time came? I know with the stories you tell that you are strong enough, especially if my Dad beat him."

"Ce… Cell was, ummm, your Dad's opponent, don't you watch the news?" he said, with his hand behind his head in the typical Son position.

"Oh, and I was looking forward to finding that out too," she pouted.

Gohan saw the true pout in her body language, and he caved, "Fine, I fought Cell, okay? But Cell was so much stronger than Frieza." he said, trying to get her off of his case.

"So, Dad really did kill him, didn't he?"

"Umm… Actually, I kinda…." He said mumbling off the end.

Videl caught on to it, "Can you repeat that a little louder, I couldn't hear you."

He said it again, this time a little louder.

"Louder."

"I said, I BEAT CELL!" he screamed at the tops of his lungs as a flock of birds flew away.

"I knew Dad couldn't do it," she said smugly as she headed back to camp.

END CHAPTER

Grrr… for the stupid writer's block…. And, to make it worse, school is just one big hell-hole (excuse my language)

Sorry this one was a bit shorter (not to mention that I haven't even finished the baby-sitting sage… hehe) The babysitting will come to a complete close next chapter. I just have to have the boys say goodbye to Hercule and such.

I am having a bit of writer's block, so any ideas will help!

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