Reward
Videl had trouble getting out of bed come morning. The never-ending string of questions regarding the new student, the satellite crash and the truth of her father's victory over Cell kept sleep at a far distance. Had it not been for her exhausting training session, she would never have found sleep.
Finally out of bed, Videl made a quick list of the questions she needed answers to: How well does Gohan know Bulma, anything about the satellite, and how strong is her dad really. With the list in her pocket, she made her way to the kitchen for breakfast.
When she got there, she was not surprised to find her mother sitting with her usual morning scowl, meaning that her dad was nursing another hangover. Videl could not understand how her father could drink like a fish each night and expect to stay the strongest person in the world. Before the Cell Games, he would never drink, and had always done his best to stay in top physical condition. This change in his daily routine was just one of the things Videl hated about her father winning the Cell Games.
Videl quickly ate a bowl of cereal while she thought, 'sometimes I wonder if he is even trying to stay in shape the way he acts these days. I wish he could just go back to the way he was before the Call Games. He may have only been the World Martial Arts Champion, but he was a lot less of a loud-mouth, and he made more time for me and mom. Now he's just becoming an alcoholic riding along on his fame.'
As her thoughts came to a close, she grabbed her bag and headed out the door to school.
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Gohan was able to wake up on time and didn't have too much trouble getting out of bed. It had been weeks since he had last powered up to his Super Saiyan Two. The strain of that, along with moving the car, had drained more power than he had thought.
Getting out of bed, he could still feel that he had overworked himself a little, but he also had that wonderful feeling that most people get the day after working out a little harder than usual. After cleaning himself up, Gohan went to get breakfast. Like the day before, he was greeted by a smiling Bulma, and it looked like his mom had gotten to sleep through the night as well.
"Good morning, Gohan," Bulma and Chichi said in unison.
"How did you sleep?" Bulma continued, knowing that the data recovered from the Satellite might have weighed heavily on his mind that night.
"Actually, I slept better than I have in a while. With moving and getting ready for school, I hadn't had a chance to really burn off some extra energy."
Chichi had just been telling Bulma about him gallivanting around the city yesterday. Bulma was happy that he had gotten out of his mood from last night. The three of them sat quietly, eating their breakfasts and watching the news. It was a nice, normal-feeling morning that you would find at most homes; that was until a certain news report came on.
The kitchen soon became a very dangerous room with a woman furiously swinging a frying pan in wide, angry arcs. Bulma moved over to the doorway in case Chichi's wild swings came her way.
"JUST WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, GOHAN?!" Chichi yelled at him, with a seething rage in her eyes. "What if someone saw you? Do you know what could happen?" Chichi stood still for a moment with the frying pan raised, ready to strike if Gohan didn't have the right answer for her.
"I COULDN'T JUST STAY THERE AND WATCH!" Gohan yelled back at his mother. "The driver was all over that road and had barely missed one person already. I didn't care if someone saw me. I would rather be called a freak or whatever, than know that someone else got hurt, or killed because I stood idly by."
Gohan didn't wait for a reply from his mother. He walked out of the room and flew off to school, hoping he would cool down by the time class started.
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As Videl walked through the school gate, she saw Gohan sitting under the tree they had lunch under the day before. She headed over to him, intent on getting some of her questions answered. However, as she got closer to him she could tell he wasn't in a good mood. The expression on his face could have made Vegeta take a step back.
Tentatively, Videl sat down beside him. All thoughts of getting information out of him had left her mind. 'He looks really angry,' she thought, looking at him. 'Yesterday he seemed like such a happy guy. I know there was that whole thing with the crashing satellite, but I don't see how that could …'
Videl's train of thought was thrown off as she saw a small tear form in the corner of Gohan's eye. He wiped it away as fast as it formed, but Videl realized that he was sad. His look of anger was just a cover; a very good cover, but a cover all the same.
"What's wrong with you?" Videl asked with a caring tone. She wasn't too scared about how he would react now.
"I'm fine!"
"No you're not; I've seen hardened criminals getting beaten to a pulp with happier expressions." Videl said, trying to lighten the mood a little.
"What does it matter to you? We only met yesterday."
"Hey, bud. I know we only met yesterday and all, but don't forget you saved my life yesterday and there is no way I'm going to forget that and let you sit here all miserable-like." Videl was a little shocked by what she had said. She had meant it, but she didn't expect it to come out like that.
"Sorry," Gohan said, bowing his head slightly. "I'm just a little mad at my mother right now. I shouldn't have said it like that." Videl was glad to see the familiar mannerisms she had seen in Gohan the day before.
"So what are you mad at your mom about?"
"It's nothing, really. We just had a misunderstanding, I guess," Gohan said, knowing he couldn't tell her what it was really about.
"I know all about those kinds of arguments. My dad can be very annoying and pig-headed at times; all because he's the strongest person on Earth. I mean that doesn't give you the right to become a lousy alcoholic who will not even let his daughter date unless the guy can beat him. Like, how can he be so stupid at times?" Videl let her own rant fade away as she realized what she was saying.
Gohan let out a little chuckle as Videl came to the end of her rant. It helped cheer him up to see that Videl had her own problems at home.
"Hey, what are you laughing at?" Videl said, returning her focus to Gohan.
"It's nothing, really. I was just thinking about how silly our parents act when they think they're protecting us." Gohan realized that his mother was just worried about him that morning.
"I know, but as it stands, I can't even bring a guy over to the house without my dad scaring them away." This got the two of them laughing. They fell silent thinking about all the other silly things their parents tended to do.
"Thank you Videl," Gohan said, breaking the moment of silence.
"What for? All I did was start ranting about my problems."
"True, but it helped anyways. We should get going or we'll be late for class." The two of them smiled as they walked side by side to class.
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The morning went by quickly for Gohan, compared to the day before. He stayed under the radar through most of his classes, playing down how much he actually knew. He soon found himself under a tree with Videl, Erase and Sharpener, eating lunch. Although Gohan could pack it away better than any human, he could still easily survive on a normal-sized lunch.
The group happily chatted as they ate, discussing the events of the school, which was mostly to help Gohan to know what was what. Videl tried every now and then to steer the conversation in a direction where she could get information out of Gohan; however the speed at which Erase was going made it hard for anyone to get a word in edgewise.
"So," Erase said, finally slowing down to a more normal talking speed. "Do you have a crush on any one, Gohan?"
Gohan's face turned several shades of red at the unexpected question. Sharpener fell over trying to hold in his laughter – which was obviously a losing battle. Although Videl seemed to look harder at Gohan than the others, as always, her curious side just wanted to know.
"I haven't even had a chance to have a decent conversation with anyone since I got here, except for Videl. How could I have found someone to have a crush on?" Gohan said this, thinking it would be enough for Erase. He quickly discovered that he shouldn't have said Videl's name.
"Videl, you say …" Erase started, clearly having only heard Gohan say Videl's name. "You got guts. Don't you know that Videl's dad will not let her date a guy unless he's stronger than him?" Videls face paled noticeably when Erase said this.
"Videl did mention that, but…" Erase cut Gohan off before he could finish his sentence.
"Oh, so you think you could beat the Great Hurcule, the man that defeated Cell with his bare hands? The two of you would make an excellent couple, although, Videl's the strongest kid in the school and Gohan's one of the cutest boys at school." Erase finally stopped talking as her mind went in to schoolgirl overdrive, thinking about the two as a couple.
"We are not a couple, and never will be," Videl said in a very firm and threatening tone. This broke Erase out of her fantasies and back to reality.
"Sorry, Videl," Erase put in. "You know I just like to tease you. I didn't mean it." The blush on Erase's face let Videl know that Erase was still thinking along those lines. Letting it go, Videl turned back over to Gohan.
"When she asks crazy questions like that you have to be very blunt and concise or she will take it the wrong way: got it?" Gohan nodded his head in agreement as the bell rung, signaling the end of lunch.
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The students had just settled into their seats when the entire school got called down to the gym for a special assembly. As Gohan walked through the halls in line with his class, he remembered what the assembly was going to be about: the satellite crash. The students quickly filled the gym, all of them wondering what they would find out.
"Hey, Videl, is that your dad up there?" Sharpener gestured to the stage where an assortment of faculty was sitting.
"Yeah, that's him. I wonder what he's doing here."
The students finished getting to their seats and waited for the assembly to begin. The whispering soon died down as Mr. Plunder, the principle, made his way up to the podium.
"Good afternoon, students," the principle began. "I'm sure all of you have heard about the incident that happened yesterday. However, I'm going to take a moment to clarify what happened so that everyone is on the same page. Yesterday during the last period, a satellite came crashing to the ground in the middle of our back field. Thank to some quick thinking from some of our students, no one was hurt. The satellite has been retrieved by Capsule Corp and they are currently trying to figure out where it came from and who it belongs to. So far nothing has been reported about what the satellite was for, but I have been assured that we will be updated as soon as any information is known." Mr. Plunder stopped talking for a moment so the student body could fully digest the information he had just given them.
The talking receded once more and Mr. Plunder continued his speech. "Now, I would like to take a moment to thank one of our students. Would Gohan Son please join me on stage?"
There was a small amount of murmuring as Gohan slowly, and awkwardly, made his way to the fount. It was clear that he didn't like all the attention he was getting and just wanted this whole ordeal over.
"I have called Gohan here because without his quick reaction to the situation yesterday, we would currently be mourning the loss of one of our fellow classmates. At this point, I would like to turn the floor over to Mr. Satan who has asked to give a special presentation."
Mr. Plunder sat back in his seat as Hurcule made his way to the podium. The whole student body, except Gohan and Videl, cheered as the great savior took center stage. With a shout, Mr. Satan struck up a victory pose, getting more cheers out of the students before he began his presentation.
"Okay all you fans, let's get this started. Without the heroic actions of Gohan here, I would have lost my own precious pumpkin, Videl." Videl did her best to cover her face, unable to believe her father has just said that. The cheering that had erupted calmed once again, as Hurcule raised a hand into the air.
"As I was saying, if it wasn't for Gohan here, my daughter would have died. As such, I am giving him a full lifetime membership to the Satan Gyms." There was collective gasp from the students. Everyone knew that just a month's membership to one of Hurcule's gyms cost an arm and a leg. To get a lifetime membership was unheard of.
Gohan moved up beside Hurcule to accept the envelope he was holding. "It looks like you could use this. You must be like the weakest kid in the school," Hurcule said handing the envelope over. Gohan didn't like that statement, especially coming from a person as weak as Hurcule. The two performed a customary handshake, and then Gohan returned to his seat in the crowd.
"Now then," Hurcule said, bring the schools attention back to him. "I know that at the moment the Capsule Corporation has the satellite, and is supposedly trying to determine where it came from. However, later today I will be holding a press conference demanding that Capsule Corp hand over the satellite and all of its findings to the government. That satellite almost killed my daughter and for all we know, Capsule Corp could be trying to cover its own ass."
There was a huge uproar of chatter from the students now discussing what Hurcule had just said; most of them were agreeing. Gohan was shocked that with just a few words Hurcule, that lying loud mouth, could turn an entire school against Capsule Corp.
Videl noticed the uneasy look on Gohan's face and shared a similar thought. After meeting Bulma the day before, she knew that there was no cover-up. Videl's earlier anger towards her father started to bubble up once more.
The assembly ended after Hurcule's speech, and the students returned to their classes. Gohan's teacher had told his class they could just talk amongst themselves since the period was almost over. Both Gohan and Videl sat in silence, thinking over everything that was said. Gohan just wanted Hurcule to get what was coming to him.
'First he takes the credit for killing Cell,' Gohan began to think. 'Although I didn't really care at the time and even now I don't think I want the publicity. Although look at what he has done with that credit. He has put his face everywhere, claiming to be the best, convinced the world that advanced martial arts techniques are all tricks and now he's trying to shame the name of Capsule Corp and one of my best friends. We should give all the information over to the government see how Hurcule likes that. He wants the truth so badly – let's let the whole world see the truth."
Videl noticed the small smirk that appeared on Gohan's face. She was wondering why he would be smiling. Didn't he know that his friend's company had just been threatened? Videl's curious side kicked in and she leaned over to whisper to him.
"Hey, what are you smiling about? My dad just practically threatened your friend's company."
"What do you mean 'friend's company'?" Gohan asked, a little shocked that Videl had already discovered that he knew Bulma.
"Well, I overheard you saying good bye to a Bulma on your cell when I found you yesterday – and then Bulma Briefs arrived, and I put two and two together."
"Oh," Gohan said, assuming that Videl had only heard him saying goodbye. "Well, as you have figured out, I know Bulma and I know that if your dad does say something in that way in a press conference she will make him look like a fool and a ignorant idiot by the end of it."
Gohan had said that with a confident tone in his voice that made Videl smile brightly.
"I almost want my dad to do it now, just to see the outcome." Gohan was surprised that Videl would say something like that about her father. But at the moment, he was too glad that Videl agreed with him to question why she would want something bad to happen to him.
The class ended and the students gathered their things before leaving for gym class. There was a little bit of chatter about what they might be doing since the field was still in ruins.
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Gohan grabbed a change of clothes from his locker before entering the boys' change room. Before switching into his gym clothes, Gohan concentrated on a physical manipulation technique that would hide most of his muscles. It was hard for him to hold onto that level of change for long, so he changed as fast as possible. As soon as he had finished, he lost control of the technique and returned to his normal form.
However, looking around, he discovered that it wouldn't have mattered anyways; everyone was busy looking at Sharpener and the other jocks that were strutting around in their underwear showing off their muscles. Leaving the change room, Gohan joined the rest of the class off to one corner of the gym and waited to find out what they would be doing that day.
When the whole class was standing there in their gym clothes, the teacher approached them.
"Okay, kids," Mr. Richardson said. "Since the field is unusable today and will be for a while, we will just be moving onto are next unit – martial arts." A few cheers came from the jocks when they heard this. Because the great savior lived in the city, it was a given that every student should learn martial arts. The schools only did small units on it, but since there was a gym or dojo on almost every corner, most students studied outside of school.
"Also," the teacher continued after the students quieted down. "We have a special guest to work with us today." As if on cue, Hurcule came walking in from a side door. 'I bet he has been standing there waiting to make his entrance,' Gohan thought to himself.
"Hey there, kids," Hurcule began. "I heard that you guys would be starting this unit today, and since I was here anyways I figured I'd come in and see what kind of fighters I can make out of you." Once more most of the class cheered, except for Gohan and Videl. Noticing Gohan's lack of interest, Sharpener decided to say something.
"Hey Brains, you don't look too happy about this: what gives?" Gohan realized that his face was currently showing as much joy as it did when his mom brought out her frying pan.
"Not all of us worship the ground my father walks on," Videl said, seeing that Gohan wasn't going to say anything. 'I feel bad for Gohan. He has to continue to deal with my dad after what he said earlier,' Videl found herself thinking. Walking over to Gohan, Videl decided to try to cheer him up.
"I know you're not much of a fan right now, but he is a good fighter," Videl whispered into Gohan's ear. "You could learn a lot from this. Plus, didn't you say one of your interests is martial arts? Now you get a chance to watch the master at work." Videl assumed her words had helped by the grin on his face. That was until she heard him say, "What, the master of Thug style?"
Videl was a little shocked by that reply. She was mad at Gohan at first, but thinking on it, she realized that although her father trained his form a lot, whenever he got in the ring he would in fact fight like a common thug. She couldn't help but let a little smile escape, thinking about the comparison.
The class had been told to line up, so Hurcule could evaluate and correct their stances. Videl stood beside Gohan so she could ask him how he came up with that comparison.
"Hey Gohan; where did that comparison come from? Most fighters don't even notice the way he fights."
"Well I've studies martial arts for a really long time." Gohan replied, figuring that his answer would be enough.
"Oh, and how long have you studied?" Gohan found he didn't really care if Videl knew how long he had been training. He leaned over and told her.
"Since I was four." Videl found herself shocked by this. Her father had waited until she was six before he would even let her come to the gym with him.
"You're lying," Videl shot back at him, sure that he was just trying to sound like he knew what he was talking about. However, part of her wasn't so sure. In the last two days she had known Gohan, he didn't seem like the type to lie for attention.
"Believe what you want, but it's true."
"We'll just have to see about that." The two were silent after that, not knowing that someone had been watching their little chat.
'I don't care if that little pipsqueak saved my daughter's life,' Hurcule was thinking as he watched the little conversation going on. 'No boys are going to date her. I think I'm going to have to teach that kid a lesson. It may have been my wife's idea to give that reward, but that doesn't give him the right to get so close to my Videl.'
As Hurcule made his way down the line, he was looking forward to making that boy look like a fool. He moved right past his daughter, knowing that her form was perfect in his eyes. He stepped up to Gohan and told him to get in his stance. Gohan didn't really change anything about the way he was standing.
Hurcule laughed inside his head, thinking, 'what kind of stance is that? It looks like he's just standing.' This thought was soon smashed to bits as Hurcule tried to find a hole in it; he couldn't. Thinking on his feet he decided that since he couldn't make fun of the kid's stance, he would just show how much of a weakling he really was.
"Not bad, kid, but it's hard to see with that baggy shirt of yours. Why don't you take it off?"Gohan realized what Hurcule was doing and decided that he may as well get it over with. There was no way he could keep the physical manipulation technique up long enough let alone do any physical activity while using it. Gohan decided to take the attention he would get and knock Hurcule down a peg. There was a collective gasp as Gohan pulled his shirt off.
The look in every girl's eye was of uncontrolled lust. The guys looked like they wanted to kill him because of the looks the girls were giving him.
"Damn, Brains, you're ripped. Why didn't you join the muscle train?" Sharpener was referring to the locker room ritual of all the jocks showing off their muscles. Gohan just gave a little grin, not wanting any more attention drawn to him. However, it was Videl who noticed what else he was covered in besides muscles.
"What happened to you?" Videl was referring to the numerous little scars that covered his entire upper torso.
"What do you mean? I've always had these muscles," Gohan said, oblivious to how abnormal it is to have scars all over your body.
"What do I mean? You have scars all over your body. That's what I mean."
"I told you I grew up in the mountains. It's hard not to get a little banged up."
"A little? You look like you've fallen down a mountain, then been crushed by another." Videl's voice was filled with shock but there was a little hint of concern over how someone could get so badly hurt.
Hurcule had moved back a little during this exchange. He was a little upset that his plan had backfired on him. As soon as the commotion caused by Muscle Boy was over, he continued down the line, correcting other students' stances.
Hurcule put everyone through a very hard work-out that day, because he was mad that his plan to humiliate the boy had not worked. The students were glad when the class came to an end.
"Okay, everybody," the gym teacher said. "Let's all give Mr. Satan a big thank you for joining our class today." There was a somewhat subdued cheer from the exhausted students. "Now then," Mr. Richardson continued. "Everyone hit the showers."
The cheerful and energetic jocks from earlier slowly dragged themselves towards the locker room. The only person that looked somewhat unaffected by the tortuous work-out was Gohan.
"Okay, Brains," Sharpener said, as he stripped to get into the large shower. "How is it that you look like you didn't even break a sweat?" Gohan grinned slightly as he looked over at Sharpener. "Like I said, I grew up in the mountains. There's not much to do except run around outside."
Apparently satisfied with Gohan's response, Sharpener and most of the other students made their way into the large communal shower. Gohan was about to apply his physical manipulation technique when he remembered he didn't have to hide his muscles any more. He was about to take his pants off when he caught a less-than-nice comment directed towards one of the smaller boys.
Before discarding his clothes and joining the other boys in the shower, Gohan did a little physical manipulation change on himself to make a couple of things bigger.
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After getting changed, the class met in the hall just outside of the gym. The bell rung soon after everyone assembled and the students quickly moved off to their lockers. Videl was grabbing her things out of her locker when a piece of paper fell out of it. Picking it up, she realized that it was the list she had made that morning. She had completely forgotten about it since the assembly and was a little disappointed with herself for having not gotten any of the questions on it answered. Seeing Gohan walk up beside her to get his things from his locker, she seized the opportunity.
"Hey Gohan," Videl started, trying to sound nonchalant. "I was just wondering?"
"Wondering what?"
"Well, how well do you know Bulma? I mean, you must be pretty close, seeing how you have a direct phone number to her." Gohan moved a little uncomfortably, looking around at all the students mulling about.
"Can we talk about this somewhere else? I just don't want a lot of people to know." Gohan sounded almost like he was pleading with her.
"Sure, where should we go?"
"I don't care; just not in such a crowded area."
Videl closed her locker and motioned for Gohan to follow her. He quickly grabbed his things and followed after her, trying to figure out how much to tell her. 'Should I just give her yes or no answers, or should I tell her a lot? Or should I just lie through my teeth? No, that won't work: I know I can't lie to save my life. Although it would be nice to have a friend that knew about me, so I don't have to lie all the time, and at the moment she is the only one trying to get information out of me – so I guess, if she promises not to tell anyone ...'
Gohan carried on his jumbled train of thought as he followed Videl. He almost walked into her as they came to a stop outside a little café. Videl led him inside and to a little both with a window next to it. A waitress come over and brought them a couple of menus.
"So Gohan," Videl began, hoping to get some good answers out of him. "How well do you know Bulma?"
"First off," Gohan started, needing to know that Videl could keep quiet. "I need to know that this stays just between us. I bet you of all people know what it's like when everyone knows you're friends with someone famous."
"I guess I can. I mean, who would I tell? I just want to know for my own curiosity." Videl kept her face calm, but inside she was screaming, 'Yes, yes, yes! He's going to tell me.'
Gohan was about to talk again when he felt his cell phone vibrate. Looking down at it, he saw that he had a text from Bulma. It was a reminder to let his mom know if he was going to be late coming home.
"I just have to call my mom quickly and tell her I will be late getting home." Without waiting for a reply from Videl, he got up and walked just outside the café to call his mom.
"Hi mom, it's Gohan. I'm just calling to let you know I'm going to be a little late coming home. I'm out..."
"I don't care what you planed on doing. After your behavior this morning you're coming home right away." The connection died and Gohan had a sinking feeling in his stomach. Going back inside, Gohan had to tell Videl he couldn't stay.
"Videl, I'm really sorry but I have to go home. My mom is still upset about the way I left this morning. Can we do this some other time?"
"I guess so," Videl said, the anger clear in her voice.
"How about I give you my cell number and then we can meet up tomorrow?" Gohan offered.
"I guess that will be okay, but you better not ditch me again."
"I won't. I promise."
Gohan wrote down his number and gave it to Videl. He walked back out of the café and headed off to find a safe place to take off from. He wasn't looking forward to what was waiting at home.
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Remembering the events of the morning, Gohan wasn't even sure he wanted to go home. He was still a little mad at his mom for yelling at him. All he had done was keep that stupid driver from killing someone. However, Gohan knew his mother just wanted him to be safe. It might take a lot to harm him physically, but she still didn't want him to have to deal with any more emotional problems than he already had.
Landing on the balcony to the living room, Gohan slowly walked in, keeping his eyes open for his mother and her frying pan. He was a little surprised to find her sitting calmly in a chair reading a book.
"Hi, mom. I'm home," Gohan said cautiously approaching his mother.
"Come sit down," Chichi replied, indicating the chair next to her. "I want you to know that I'm not mad at you about this morning, but I am disappointed that you would yell at me and then run off like that."
"I'm sorry mom. It's just that ... oh, I don't really know what got me so mad. It was just I knew I had done something right and then you started to yell at me about it." Gohan hung his head as he finished, not sure if what he had said helped.
"It's okay, and you're right, you did do the right thing. I just got worried and overreacted. Can you forgive me?"
"Of course I can," Gohan said, leaning over and giving his mom a hug.
"I'm glad we cleared that up. Sorry about making you come home right away like that, but I just can't stand when we're angry at each other. So what were you going to do anyways?"
"I was just going to hang out with this girl from school," Gohan said. Chichi was kicking herself on the inside. 'He goes out to be with a girl of all people, and I make him come home. At this rate I'll be the reason he never gets married.'
"Sorry about that. Are you two going to meet up again, then?" 'Please say yes. Please say yes,' Chichi prayed in her head.
"Yeah, I gave her my number so we can meet up tomorrow."
"That's good to hear. I'm glad that you're making friends so quickly."
Seeing how the conversation had ended, Gohan got up to leave the room. Glancing down, he read the title on the book Chichi had been reading.
"Mother, what are you reading? Did you get that book from master Roshi or something?" Gohan said this more as a statement than a question, seeing how the book was clearly on the erotic side.
"Well Gohan, since your dad is gone, I need something to get me through the day sometimes." Gohan gave his mother a very disgusted look.
"Don't look at me like that, mister. I know what you keep under you bed. And don't forget who dose the laundry around here."
Gohan didn't say another word as he and his red face left the living room. Lying down on his bed, Gohan was trying to think of where else he could hid his magazines; if his mom had found them, it was only a matter of time until Goten or Trunks would.
'I could lock them in my office,' Gohan began to think. 'No, that won't work; I'd have to take them back to my room almost every day. Maybe I could invent something. I know a capsule that only opens for the specific person.' Gohan got up and headed off to his office to start working on his latest idea.
