Torture with Dende

Synopsis: Dende grows tired of always torturing Gohan so he decides to mix things up a little bit and torture someone else for a change. Videl Satan. A Gohan and Videl Fic.

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of its characters.

Chapter 5 - Things Get Weirder

Gohan raced into class just as the bell rung. He sighed as he watched the students gather up their things to leave.

"Mom's gonna kill me if she hears about this!" Gohan groaned to himself as he made his way toward his desk. He quickly gathered up his things, trying not to catch the eye of his teacher, who'd probably begin questioning him on what took him so long. And he did not want to sit through another lecture of 'Bathroom Talk'. Gohan shuddered at the mere thought of it. If only he could let someone in on his secret, things wouldn't be so hard!

Sighing once again, Gohan finished packing his things and slowly crept his way toward the door. He reached for the door handle when suddenly, it flung open at him, almost hitting him square in the nose.

"AHH...!" Gohan yelled then quickly covered his mouth as Mr. Bore turned his head his way.

However, instead of yell, Mr. Bore simply smiled at the saiyajin. "Gohan, you had better get going to class. Wouldn't want to be late now would you?"

Staring in sheer amazement, Gohan nodded and started for the door once more, however stopped as he seen who stood in front of him.

"Videl!"

The girl simply ignored him as she huffed her way toward her own seat and hastily gathered her things. Gohan watched with perplexity, had he said something wrong? But, instead of saying anything, he merely shrugged, passing it off as a bad day, something that he had been plagued with for the past couple of months. Or...had it been years? He wasn't quite so sure. Whatever it was, he was sure it would soon pass and with this knowledge, once again started out of the room. That is, until...

"MISS SATAN!"

Eyes wide, Gohan whipped around and peered back into the classroom. To his surprise, Mr. Bore was now as red as a tomato, eyes steaming red, and staring at Videl with a mad look. Gohan felt himself visibly pale.

"I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT I DO NOT TOLERATE SUCH TARTY-NESS IN MY CLASSROOM MISS SATAN!" Mr. Bore continued to yell.

Videl merely stared at the man. Was he serious? Gohan had just walked into the class a few seconds earlier and all he was supposed to have done was use the restroom. She had arrived a few short seconds after him and her excuse was saving the city, yet she had gotten yelled at instead of him?

"Mr. Bore..." Videl started, inching her way toward the angry man.

"Do NOT Mr. Bore me! I know you teenagers, think you can skip class whenever you feel like it, well listen here...I WILL NOT tolerate such acts of-"

"Excuse me, sir...?" Gohan spoke up.

Both heads turned his way and Gohan never felt so small in his life. "Er...well...sir, maybe you can excuse Videl...just this once...?" He started. "I mean, she did have to save the city and all, and well...it's not like she's failing in your class or anything..." He laughed nervously and looked at Mr. Bore to see if the man would listen or not. Judging by how he had acted so far however, he wasn't quite so sure...

"Well...if it makes you feel any better Gohan, then I suppose I can let her off with a warning this time," Mr. Bore said, smiling at Gohan. He looked back toward Videl, "But, if you're late like that to my class again Miss Satan, I'll make sure of it that you get assigned a detension. Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear." He spoke bitterly.

Videl gulped, "...Yes..."

"Good." He replied, in the same tone of bitterness, "Now go."

Videl eagerly rushed out of the classroom behind Gohan.

"Oh, and have a wonderful day Gohan!" Mr. Bore called after the two, namely Gohan, who blinked in confusment.

"Boy, that guy sure is something, right Videl?" Gohan laughed slightly as the two rushed to their next class.

Videl only shot the demi-saiyajin a look. One of both annoyance and suspicion. She wondered...did he have something to do with all of this?

--

Meanwhile, atop a certain Lookout, a certain Earth Guardian watched the whole scene being played out in front of him in sheer hysterics.

"Oh man, I'm good," Dende spoke lowly to himself, reaching over to grab another scoop of popcorn. He silently munched on the buttery goodness and smiled almost evilly as another laughed engulfed him.

"He looks...possessed..." Mr. Popo spoke in a low whisper into his cell phone, watching Dende safely behind a corner.

"Doesn't he always?" the other end commented.

Mr. Popo was silent.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding."

"Mr. Popo is worried. What should we do? If this continues...I fear..."

The other end grunted, "Hm...yes I know, the whole 'Gohan incident' will reoccur. ...But maybe there is a way. Listen, you said it seemed as if Dende was going to interfer in Gohan and Videl's relationship, right?"

"Yes, that is true."

"Are you absoutely sure?"

Mr. Popo turned to look at Dende once more. The young guardian was now dancing and skipping happily across the Lookout singing: "Gohan and Videl, sitting in a tree. They will share their mis-er-y! Plan number one, it won't fail, it's gonna work, it'll do well!"

"Um...yes, Mr. Popo's pretty certain..."

"Alright then, starting tomorrow we commence in operation: Stalk."

Mr. Popo's eyes went wide, "...What do you mean by that?"

The other end sighed, "Stalk, to track prey or quarry."

"No, I mean, your plan. ...You don't plan to stalk Gohan and Videl do you?" Mr. Popo asked.

"Of course I do!" the other end yelled, "It's the perfect plan! Now...we're going to need names..."

"I already have a name."

"I mean stalker names! ...Hmm...maybe you can be Carpet Man," the other end mused.

Mr. Popo was silent. "...Mr. Popo is beginning to have second thoughts..."

Another sigh came from the other end, "Look, do you want to help Gohan and Videl or not?"

"Yes but..."

"But what?"

Mr. Popo looke down, "Mr. Popo's not too fond of the name Carpet Man..."

"Fine, then you can pick my name. Any name you want. Go ahead."

"...Any name?"

"Yes," the other end grunted.

A smile crept onto Mr. Popo's face, "Mr. Green," He said.

Author's Notes: Really sorry about the lateness of this chapter, but I hoped you liked it!