Akutenshi Nakare Kyo Evil Angels Don't Cry

By Toku Tenshi

Disclaimer: With all the money I'm sure Akira Toriyama has, he wouldn't mind if I just pretended to own Gohan and Videl, right? looks around while tossing Pan plushie in the air

A/N: YOU GUYS! I posted that chapter just last night (at midnight!) and decided to see if it had been reviewed yet and I was shocked to see I had 38 reviews. Yes, most of the new ones were from rinoake but that's okay with me. I was so touched by the messages you guys left that I am indeed obeying Pyscho Dragon Lover's command. Here comes the quickest chapter update I've ever done! weeps happily

Chapter 13: Kyojitsu Truth or Falsehood

Videl grabbed the warm sheets as they slid out of her printer and hurriedly stapled them together just as the doorbell rang. Tired though she was, Videl found the strength to hobble down the hallway and trust her essay into the arms of one of the maids. "That's Erasa! My homework is by the front door; don't let her leave without this!" The maid nodded and ran down the stairs, calling to the retreating blonde girl at the entrance. Videl sighed and fell backwards onto the floor as exaustion set in. "Ow," the girl muttered. She had recalled the floor being much softer before.

The maid returned to report her accomplishment but instead screamed at the sight of Videl collapsed in the hall. "Miss Videl!" Saraa, the maid, rushed over in a panic and started calling for help.

Videl lifted one tired eye at the maid and groaned. "Hey, I'm trying to sleep here." She closed her eyes again and barely registered being lifted and carried back to her room. She wiggled against the mattress and smiled to herself. "I knew the floor was comfy." Mr. Satan slid the comforter over his already sleeping girl and tucked her in like he used to do every night when she was in grade school. He looked around her room and noticed Videl's computer was on and a writing program up. The tower was hot. The father sighed and left the room, saving the paper and shutting down the PC before hand.

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A weary Erasa stumbled into the classroom and yawned. Yes, like her friend, she had stayed up all night typing her essay and was just now starting to feel its effects. Gohan stood near the door, sharpening his pencil and greeted the tired girl. Erasa lifted a hand limply in reply and tripped over... something. She hit the floor, scattering Videl's homework in the process. "Smurf." Erasa mumbled and quickly started to gather up the sheets but one very important set was missing. The blonde panicked and looked around desperately for Videl's essay. She sighed in relief as she spotted the paper peaking out from under the teacher's desk. "Good thing it had this paperclip on it. I might have lost a page otherwise."

"Miss Erasa," The homeroom teacher began as he towered over her. "Could you kindly take your seat? Class has started." The students giggled as Erasa shot up, embarrassed, and handed Videl's homework to the teacher. The middle-aged man started to take roll, but frowned as his pen went dry. Frustrated, the man chucked the pen in the small trash can where it resided with a freshly printed and stapled pile of nonsense.

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"You have noticed it, haven't you?" Chichi asked her best, if only, friend over the phone. She would have liked to talk about this in person, but they lived too far away and it would take several hours just to get there.

"I still don't understand what you're talking about..." Bulma frowned and rubbed her forehead with the back of her hand. Chichi had called up spewing something about Gohan and Saiya-jins. Some sort of racial ability or something, but Chichi didn't know enough about it to explain it properly. It was understandable considering that Chichi's husband had been as clueless about the great fighting race as any earthling would, even though he himself was a member of that forsaken race. Chichi had hoped that Bulma would know more about it because her spouse was an expert. He was also the only full Saiya-jin alive.

"Oh, come on! Hasn't there ever been a time when you felt something was just wrong? Haven't you ever had a feeling that Vegeta was in trouble or hurt?" Chichi was going in circles. She flopped onto her bed and moved the phone to her other hand. "When Goku was alive, I often got really worried and scared for him. Later I would find out he had been hurt badly - it's like a sixth sense or something between Saiya-jins and the ones they love. Goku mentioned it once; he said a voice in his mind told him. Of course I thought he was just crazy, I'm sure he is anyways, but then I started to experience premonitions that always came true about Goku. Do you know what I mean now?"

"O-oh! That, yes, I see. Of course I know what you're talking about." Bulma's throat was dry and she tried hard to keep a steady voice.

Chichi didn't notice. "So, what else can you tell me about it? Or better yet, put Vegeta on."

"Vegeta is training now, but I'll ask him to get back to you about this later, alright?" Bulma wrapped her fingers in the phone cord and hung up after Chichi agreed and said goodbye. The woman looked over into the kitchen where she had seen Vegeta eating before she'd answered the phone. He was still there and could have easily come to the phone but Bulma didn't want Chichi to be right. She continued to play with the coiled wire and ignored the prince as he walked past her.

Yes, Bulma desperately hoped Chichi was wrong. She clenched her fists as a small tear slid down her cheek. If Chichi was right about that special sixth sense between Saiya-jins and the ones they loved, then, because Bulma had never experienced that, that meant Vegeta didn't...

The woman finally untangled her white-knuckled fingers from the phone cord and headed for her lab. She didn't have any work to do, but she knew no one would bother her in that cold room. However, while watching the woman turn and leave from the end of the hall, that was the one thing Vegeta wanted to do.

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Miss Kome circled yet another mistake with her red pen. "I gave you a clear description of what to put on the title page, this is the fifth error!" Sharpner sweat dropped and looked away. The teacher sighed and turned the page. Her eyebrow twitched and she capped her pen. "Mr. Sharpner, what is the meaning of this?"

"What do you mean? It's my paper on that stupid topic you gave me."

"This is clearly plagiarized, young man."

"Wh-what makes you say that?" Sharpner panicked, he thought he had been so careful!

Miss Kome showed him his 'report' with an angry expression on her face. "You taped down pages from the encyclopedia!" She threw the paper in the trash and sent him back to his seat. "You only have one week to turn in the REAL essay, I suggest you spend every second on this essay." She huffed and straightened her jacket. "Next." Today's class time would be spent going over the first draft with the instructor and it was now Gohan's turn. He gulped slightly and took the chair provided at the teacher's desk.

Gohan handed his paper to the teacher and she skimmed the title page. "Good." She marked a circle in the bottom corner of the page and started to read over the essay. Her eyes stopped their skimming and began to actually read the paper. She said nothing as she read and set her pen down on the desk. It was exceptional writing and far beyond the writing levels of the other students. Gohan was clearly writing at college level. Miss Kome finished the paper and turned back to the title page, picking the pen up again. She changed the circle, which was to indicate that the page was alright, into an 'A' and added a '+' next to it. "I see no need for you to bother with a second draft; this is perfect." She filed the paper away in her desk and called Erasa down.

Gohan sighed in relief and sank back into his chair. He had been so worried about getting the content of his essay wrong, but that was behind him now. He now watched as the teacher made a few minor corrections to Erasa's paper and hand her a note. Erasa sat back down, a little disappointed, and looked at the note in her hand. "What's that?" Gohan asked, although he had a suspicion.

"It's a note for Videl. Miss Kome checked her's first. It looks like Videl did such a good job on her first draft that she doesn't need to write it again. Lucky her." Erasa sighed and looked over her paper. I couldn't really be helped, she had only done it the night before... but then again, so had Videl. Erasa's brow wrinkled in frustration. How could Videl write such a good essay in one night? "The note says she was at 'college level' in her writing. Maybe she's the kind who works best under stress."

Gohan looked away. "Yeah, maybe. I've done some good writing in one night before." 'Like last night, for example.' Gohan looked around, slightly ashamed. There were so many worried students who had several corrections to make on their papers that they had written themselves, but Videl... Gohan dropped his shoulders as guilt started to set in. It was too late to fix it now; the teacher had already read and graded the essay. He started to wonder what Videl's reaction would be when she got the essay back and realised it wasn't the one she wrote...

End chapter.

SA: So, so, how's that for fast? Yeah, I thought so. smiles happily Hope you don't mind the VB thrown in there. I want to have them in this fic, but I'm trying to steer clear of too many clichés. ;

Gah! My back hurts from hunching over my 10-year old laptop for three+ hours.