Chapter 3
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Wednesday morning was painful.
Gohan sat behind his desk and rubbed his eyes. He'd done it again, stayed up all night talking to Kata, and he was rightfully paying for it. He was operating on less than 4 hours sleep in 48 hrs. Well, at least he'd had the foresight to stop at a coffee shop this morning. He had to stay awake no matter what.
Scanning through his inbox, he cringed when he saw a reminder about the fundraiser. All that talking with Kata, and he'd still not even broached the subject. The fourteenth was creeping up real fast, the best strategy would be to ask her right away, then make a Plan B if she said no.
Plan B? He dropped his forehead on his desk in discouragement. Who was he trying to kid? He knew he had no Plan B. Lime had been his Plan A and this internet thing was now the Plan B. If Kata said no then...
He sighed. Maybe he should be making more of an effort to talk to other girls on the dating site. Or better yet, maybe he should be making more of an effort to go to lunch with the other interns and see if he could ask one of the girls to go with him. Perhaps approaching Kirsty who was more senior had been his first mistake. Still, he really admired her, she was so smart, so thorough, and those thick lashes under her glasses, if only he-
"Napping again?"
"Wha...no!" He jerked his head up from the desk at the sound of the familiar voice.
Think of the devil and she'll surely appear too huh, for there stood Kirsty, towering over his desk. She looked immaculate in her two piece suit. The pale chiffon blouse under her jacket showing off just a hint of the colour of her bra. Her hair was tied into an extra tight bun today and though he was pretty sure it was only his imagination, he also felt like her glasses were extra clear too. He could see right to the very core of her beautiful disapproving eyes.
"I wasn't sleeping, honest!" He flayed his arms and tried to sit up straight in his chair.
"So you say," she dumped a brown folder on his desk. "Well done on the report yesterday, this dull museum case is finally solved. The higher ups will be calling you in to make a big fuss about your conclusions, but I've already checked them over. Everything seems in order."
"Um...thanks?" He didn't really know what to say. She was praising him, yet she had that displeased look on her face. He just didn't get it. He smiled happily, letting the warmth of the praise wash over him when-
"If you need back-up in there, let me know." She turned to leave. "And Son, next time," she looked him straight in the eye, "don't waste my time by submitting late, or I'll have your balls."
Eey? Gohan just gaped at her.
And with that, the beautiful Kirsty was gone.
The sleepy intern reclined back against his chair and sighed. He was happy to be left alone with only the dark circles under his eyes as company.
He logged into his Comet – their private case management system, and scrolled down his list. The Museum case in West City was now closed; he made a note to prepare for a potential briefing though. The Golden bridge in Gold City was also closed, next up was a mini shopping centre that was slowly sinking. He sent a quick email to Records to request hard copies of all the geotechnical reports, rolled up his sleeves and cranked the muscles in his neck.
It was time to get to work.
Like a zombie, Videl rolled off her bed and stumbled to the bathroom. Stupid bladder! Did it have to wake her up now?
After flushing the toilet and washing her hands, she stumbled back into her bedroom and cringed at the assault on her eyes.
Urgh! There was way too much light!
The curtains were closed but they were hardly effective in keeping out the light. It was broad daylight and the sun was making its presence known. Irritated, she slipped into a pair of slippers and grabbed her pillow.
Just before she headed out the door, a familiar sound started to hum somewhere around the mess that were her tousled bed covers. Meh...she wasn't about to pick-up. Whoever it was would just have to wait.
Today was truly a free day, no police work commitments, no lectures to attend and no social engagements whatsoever. She was truly free to do whatever she wanted with her day - sleep for at least six hours.
The walk to the left wing of the mansion was not long, but all the cheerful housekeeping staff that tried to engage her in greetings as she made her way were enough to make the walk feel like an eternity.
She merely grunted in response, until she reached her haven. Most of the rooms on this side of the house had shutters. Personally she preferred the free and light flow of curtains, but...not today. Drawing on the strings, she made sure to shut out every last bit of sunshine before throwing herself on the bed and catching some much needed sleep.
It was early evening when her eyes flittered open, she was starving but at least she felt well rested. The grumpiness she'd felt earlier in the day had withered some, so she gathered her pillow and made her way to her own bedroom.
The house was quiet when he stepped in. Tiredly, Gohan loosened his tie, hung his jacket and dropped his keys in a straw basket on the table.
"You're home early," Chichi smiled from where she sat, curled up on the couch with a book.
"Yeah, I took off at four o'clock sharp." Gohan yawned just before he placed a kiss on his mother's head. He unfastened the first three buttons of his shirt and plopped down on a couch next to her.
"Everything okay? You look exhausted." She eyed him quizzically, her eyes roaming over his worn and tired face.
"Everything's fine. Just tired, work's been keeping me up late these last few days." He lied. "Things should slow down from now on though." He rubbed his eyes and allowed his head to hang back, his neck resting on the padded crest of the couch.
"Goten and dad?"
Chichi shrugged, "Who knows, they took off as soon as your brother came back from school. You know those two; they're probably doing something reckless."
Gohan chuckled, "Yeah, most probably. I need to borrow something from his room. I hope he doesn't mind." He yawned yet again.
"Something like what?" Chichi eyed him curiously.
Gohan shrugged, "Just something light to read." He said, as she stood, heading in the direction of the bedrooms.
"I doubt you'll find anything stimulating in your brother's room." Chichi frowned.
"Just useless car magazines and comic books. I have some romance self-help books that you might find interesting though." She eyed him meaningfully.
Gohan chuckled nervously; even his own mother had no faith in his wooing skills, great. But he was in no mood to sit around and take a grilling about his lack of feminine company. "I'm sure I'll find something mom. Gonna take a small nap now."
"Okay," Chichi sighed, defeated. "Do you want me to wake you up for dinner? Or should I leave some food out for you?"
"Um...wake me up please!" He called out just before he dashed into Goten's room.
We used to be so close squirt, he lamented. Don't know how the gap grew so big in only a few years, he sighed as he combed through a pile of comics stacked in a pile at the corner of Goten's floor. I guess I should have known that things were changing when you insisted on having your own room.
"Ah, there we go!" He grinned as he found what he was looking for. The bright colors on the cover had practically jumped out at him. The background was a fiery culmination of deep reds, yellows and oranges – just like Kata's profile picture. "So this is the infamous Phoenix," he chuckled, slipping out and into his own bedroom.
"Let's see what it is that makes you so special."
A mug of steaming hot chocolate, a bag of marshmallows and a notebook sat on Videl's desk. She'd been scribbling a few ideas for her research paper for the last hour or so, while keeping an eye on her monitor.
As soon as she spied him logging on, she tossed the notebook and began typing.
Katagirl says: I had a dream about you. It's about time you showed up.
She held her breath as she waited for him to respond. Would he find it weird that she'd had a dream about him? Certainly she did. She'd never had a dream about any of the guys she'd chatted to online before. Especially such a weird dream, still...even if it was a bit embarrassing to admit that she'd dreamt about a complete stranger, she still wanted to tell him all about it.
Thankfully it didn't take him but a second to respond.
NimbusRider says: Hey Kata. Um...what kind of dream?
Videl grinned at the screen just before she popped a marshmallow into her mouth. A few strands of dark hair fell forward as she leaned in to type.
Katagirl says: Don't kill my fun. Take a guess.
NimbusRider says: I really have no idea. How can you dream about a face you don't even know though?
True, Videl thought. I shouldn't even be dreaming about you at all. But their conversations were the last bouts of data swimming in her head before she fell asleep so it was probably just her brain's way of processing and storing all of it away.
Yeah, that's all it is, she decided.
Katagirl says: Of course I know your face. I've seen Dracula many times in books and movies :p
NimbusRider says: Hey! Take that back. I told you, I'm not a vampire, lol!
Katagirl says: Hahah! Liar. You even confessed that you had fangs, remember?
NimbusRider says: *sigh* I guess you found me out. So you dreamt about vampires? I hope it wasn't a nightmare.
Videl chuckled to herself as she popped another marshmallow. Her dream had been anything but a nightmare. She pushed the dangling locks of hair aside and pressed lightly on the keys.
Katagirl says: Nuh. I dreamt about snowboarding.
NimbusRider says: Snowboarding?
Katagirl says: Well, more like snow-clouding.
NimbusRider says: ?
Videl grinned at the question mark, as she thought of a way to explain the details of her dream. She shifted slightly in her chair and decided that she needed to get a bit more comfortable. She moved her laptop to her bed and came back for the hot-chocolate.
Lying on her stomach, her screen just about level with her face, she bit her lip as she resumed her typing.
Katagirl says: Instead of a regular snowboard, we had this dark cloud, a real fluffy wet cloud and we were boarding on it; just gliding down the snow on it like a real snowboard!
NimbusRider says: Um...
Katagirl says: I know! Weird right? A person should fall right through a cloud since it's just droplets of water, but we were practically skiing on one. I guess your pen-name kinda implanted the idea in my subconscious, lol.
NimbusRider says: Yeah, I guess so. Uh...what did I look like?
Huh? Videl stared at the text? What did he look like?
She reflected back to her dream and realized that he'd still been as faceless then as he was right now.
Katagirl says: I'm talking about riding clouds and you're worried about your looks? Vain boy XD. I don't know. I didn't see your face. It was pretty cold out there and we were in full gear. Snow boots and gloves, fleece baklavas and snow goggles - kinda hard to see the face, lol.
NimbusRider says: Oh yeah! That makes perfect sense I guess.
Katagirl says: XD The convenience of dreams.
NimbusRider says: Yeah, dreams usually have a way of making sense of the nonsensical. By the way, I'm supposed to be taking a small nap, lol. But I wanted to log in and tell you that I finally snuck into my brother's room. I'm looking at our friend Phoenix right now.
Katagirl says: Really? That's Great. Have you read it yet?
NimbusRider says: I have. I read the entire volume. Great art, very interesting story-line. I have to say, your Phoenix is not juggling all those identities very well though.
Katagirl says: He's doing the best he can. You have no idea how hard it can be, trying to live a normal life, whilst trying to hide who really are at the same time.
NimbusRider says: Err...maybe you're right. Still he's such a grumpy guy so far, he needs to relax more XD.
Katagirl says: You should read the next volume, his character really develops. Plus you'll get to see his inferno-breath attack. It's my favourite XD
NimbusRider says: Lol, maybe. But for now I gotta go. My mom is calling me for dinner.
Katagirl says: Oh okay. Enjoy your food.
Grr...this was crazy! Why did she feel so put out because he was leaving their chat to go and eat? He was just a faceless stranger that she hardly knew. In these last few days since talking to him, she hadn't even thought of interacting with the other guys on her friend's list. This had never happened before; she was usually on with three or four guys at a time. It was silly to place all her eggs in his basket like this.
Hmm, she drummed her fingers. I should rectify this right away. She turned her eyes to the edge of her screen to see who else was on.
Blip...
NimbusRider says: I'll just eat up and be back real quick. Don't disappear. Um...I'd like to ask you something.
She'd just been about to accept a chat request from MagneticSilver when that message came through. Her mood suddenly lifted, and she immediately abandoned that course of action.
I wonder what he wants to ask me?
Katagirl says: Sure, I'll be here.
Thursday morning was the worst one yet.
The cold shower hadn't helped, and the coffee wasn't working either.
Stupid, stupid, stupid, he berated himself. The whole point of going home early yesterday was so he could sleep, but instead, he'd read comic books and talked to Kata.
He didn't even know this girl, not really. But look at him; he was already being influenced by her, reading comics, staying up all night, he'd even gone out of his way to pass by PitchCoffee this morning because she'd said the franchise made the best cinna-rolls.
And the worst thing was – he still hadn't asked her yet.
"I should just ask her and get it over and done with." He mumbled to himself. "I should just leave a message in her inbox right now and ask her."
"Hey Son," a stern voice yanked him out of his thoughts.
"Yes, yes sir?" He found himself staring into the face of his boss. Oh-Oh, this was the big boss, what was he doing down here in the cubicles?
"The faulty hinges you implicated in your Golden bridge report?"
"Um...yes?"
"Its war," said his boss. "The manufacturer is suing us for slander. They pulled together a team of experts to contest our findings. The media is already all over this – whole damn thing's turning into a circus. If those fuckers get their way, not only will they get away with murder, but our credibility will go down the shit pipes." said the middle-aged executive, his face anything but amused. "Reservations have been made for us with Blue Airlines, the plane leaves in two hours. It's not even enough time to go home and pack. Grab what you can from here, the rest we'll just have to buy when we get there. We're going to Gold City."
The nervous and sleepy look on Gohan's face evaporated immediately.
Those hinge guys...They were contesting his findings? On what grounds?
How he hated people like this. It was bad enough that innocent people had lost their property, some severely injured, while others lost their lives due to their negligence, and now...and now instead of taking responsibility like a man and learning from this tragedy by striving to better their quality control, they were contesting his findings?
His usually cheery and innocent face hardened as he pulled out his files. "Let's go."
It was Friday night in Satan City. Hercule Avenue was bustling with life. Cars struggled to find parking, street lights burned hot and bright, falling on the exquisite patrons dressed in overpriced designer wear.
Two girls – one in bronze and one in gold - slipped out of a taxi and clanked their shimmering pencil heels on the pavement.
The line outside Reserves was extra long tonight, but the girls walked right up to the front and flashed the oversized bouncer a smile. Heads turned, murmurs broke out, and those lucky enough to have been cueing with their cell-phones in hand took the opportunity to take a few snapshots of the duo – mainly the dark-haired girl – the City's heroine looking rather exquisite in a bronze dress.
'Welcome Ms Satan,' the bouncer smiled and promptly stepped aside to let the duo in.
The VIP lounge was thankfully empty as they entered. The bass from downstairs was still ringing in their ears but it was quiet enough to talk. A waiter took their order for drinks and slipped out – leaving the best friends in privacy.
"You're no fun Ms V for Very-Stiff, if we stay up here all night, we'll never meet anyone." pouted Erasa.
"So now I'm being stiff?" Videl shook her head. "Need I remind you that you have a boyfriend, just what do you mean by 'meet someone'? Plus, I thought you said this was an overdue girl's night out?" she quirked, slipping her feet out of her 6 inch champagne heels.
"It is overdue. I hardly see you these days, and I have some news." Erasa grinned.
Videl stiffened, instincts going on immediate alert. "Erasa...if you brought me out here to set me up with another lame guy, I'll never forgive you." she glared.
Erasa laughed out loud. "My, conceited much?" she laughed. "Who said my news was about you?"
"Your track record," retorted Videl, unconvinced.
"Yes well, this time I really do have some news, about me this time Ms V for Vanity. Sorry to burst your bubble."
Videl rolled her eyes. "Fine, I'll bite," she said, reclining into the sofa. She placed her legs lengthwise on the sofa with her feet nuzzling into the soft cushioning. Ah, it felt so good to move her toes around. Those bloody six inch heels had damn near killed her in the short distance from the car to here. She didn't know how Erasa managed with hers on a daily basis. "So, what's the news?"
Grinning, Erasa pulled out her phone and made a few clicks. "Tada!" she handed it over to Videl with an expectant grin on her face.
Wearily, Videl roamed her eyes over the text on the screen for a few seconds then promptly squealed. "Erasa! You're getting published!" She flung her arms around her friend in a bone crushing hug. "I'm so happy for you!"
"Heh heh heh," Erasa giggled. "I knew you would be," she smiled.
"But Erasa, this message is two days old. Why didn't you call me the minute you received the news? We could have gone out to celebrate!"
"Humph!" Erasa folded her arms with a scowl. "I did call you. You didn't pick up. I even tried the land-line in your house, several times actually, but they kept telling me that you were sleeping? All day?" She raised her brows.
"Oh yeah," Videl flushed. She had slept all day that day. "Yeah, I had a stomach ache, so I slept a lot." She lied.
"Well I'm glad it was nothing serious. If it wasn't for the fact that you didn't show up for that jewellery store robbery that day, I would have concluded that you were just ignoring me. I figured there was something important going on, if Ms V for Vigilante didn't show up to bust some balls," she grinned.
"Heh heh he," Videl laughed uncomfortably. "Nothing too important, just a stomach ache. And don't call me that either, I'm not a vigilante. I have an actual license to do what I do, you know."
"Uh-uh," said Erasa, but then her eye caught something and her entire face was transformed. "Ooh! Here comes the cute waiter with our bottle of bubbly!" she beamed.
As soon as her friend turned flirty eyes at the waiter, Videl pulled out her phone to check if she had any messages. For the hundredth time that day, she sighed in disappointment.
When Nimbz hadn't show up to chat last night, she'd found herself more than just a little angry. It had taken a good night's rest, a full day of hectic crime fighting and plans with Erasa to make her realize that she was actually being ridiculous. She had no reason to be mad, it's not as if they'd set a specific time to get together for a chat or anything. The guy had no obligation to check in with her, and her him. He could disappear off the interwebs entirely without any warning and she'd still have no right to hold a grudge.
Still, before she'd left her house for her night-out with Erasa, she'd been helpless to fight the impulse to download the getting-to-know-you dot com phone application. This way, if he came on-line while she was out, she would at least know about it.
Sadly, his name still appeared as 'off-line'.
The waiter had already popped the bottle, earning himself a squeal from the delighted Erasa. He poured her a glass and then one for Videl before putting the bottle back on ice. "Here you go Ms Satan," he passed hers over.
Videl slipped her phone back into her clutch purse, before accepting her drink. "Thank-you." she said, and with a shy smile, the waiter left the two girls alone to enjoy their drinks.
Holding the long stem of the tulip shaped glass, Videl proposed a toast. "To you Erasa, may you shock and appal the world with your stories as much as you have me," she grinned.
"Absolutely!" Erasa cheered, and the two girls clanked the bodies of their glasses together.
Videl wasn't one for the bottle, her intense physical regime had no place for an alcohol totalled blood-stream. But since her 18th birthday three years ago, she wasn't opposed to having a glass of fine wine with her meal; or a few colourful cocktails on a night out – which was seldom. She did find something satisfying in a nice of bottle of champagne though. To celebrate Erasa's big news, she'd ordered a Bollinger made from the finest pinot noir grapes to commemorate the occasion. It wasn't exactly a Dom Perignon or a Shipwrecked Heisdieck, the likes of the ones adorning her father's private collection, but ranking 10th in the world, it was still quite a treat.
Tilting her glass, she sipped at her drink, relishing the cold dance of bubbles against her tongue.
"I have some other news," Erasa grinned rather mischievously, eyes sparkling in sync with their drinks, "I finally popped my boyfriend's man cherry last night!"
"Pfffttt!" Videl sputtered, breaking into a fit of coughs.
"Good-work today Son," Gohan and his boss shook hands in the lobby. The older man was aglow with the honey of victory. "I thought this mess would drag on to next week, but you sure put those so called third rate experts in their place ey?" He nudged a flustered Gohan.
"Err..." Gohan scratched his head, all he did was present the facts and dispute their carefully orchestrated nonsense.
"Tell you what Son, what say you and me hit Golden Casino ey? It's on me."
Another nudge.
"Eh..." Gohan cringed. It had been a long and gruelling two days in Gold City. The last thing he felt like doing was going out with his boss to a casino. He just wanted to fly himself home, eat his mother's cooking, crawl into bed and...well...chat with Kata.
"It's only ten," his boss was saying, "we can get a table at Golden House – on the company of course," he chuckled, "have a great celebratory dinner and then hit the card tables. What do you say Son?"
"Sounds great Sir, but...I...err...have some other cases that I wanted to look through this weekend. I received the geos for that case with the sinking mall? I brought them with me. A big night out might slow me down tomorrow." He scratched his head.
"Good man, good man!" his boss patted him on the back enthusiastically. "Hiring you was the best decision I made this decade Son. Good man," he patted him some more. "You go on ahead and get some rest so you can solve that dilemma. Just err don't expect me for breakfast tomorrow," he chuckled again, "how about a round of golf after lunch ey?"
Gohan cringed. His plan was to check out of the hotel and leave Gold City, not stick around long enough to sleep here, let alone play golf tomorrow. He hated Golf. It was a dull and lazy passed time, it didn't even count as sport in his opinion, being carted around all day, with other people carrying your clubs...what was the point? He sighed; there was no way to explain to his boss that he was planning on checking out and flying home in the middle of the night without a plane ticket. "Golf sounds like fun; I'll see you tomorrow at lunch." He relented.
The elevator ride to his floor was short and sweet. Gohan swiped his card and let himself into his room.
He kicked off his shoes, tossed his jacket and stripped out of the rest of his clothes. The pants had been a tighter fit than he would have liked, but having no luggage, they'd been short for options, so they'd bought what was available in the small boutique of the hotel's lobby. He couldn't believe the price tag on this suit – good thing it'd been on the company. He was happy to note that the hotel's cleaning service had left his own clothes, the ones he'd been wearing yesterday when they arrived, hanging on his door.
He ordered a mountain of room-service – also on the company, before taking his shower. By the time he came out from the steam engulfed bathroom, he felt like a completely different person. He was refreshed and energetic. The only good thing about this impromptu trip to Gold City was that he'd actually slept for six hours last night.
It didn't take him long to plough through the food. With the victory against the hinges guys still fresh, the excitement and confidence from earlier in the day was still burning strong. He was definitely going to ask Kata to be his plus-one tonight.
Heart-rate slightly elevated in anticipation, he climbed into bed and logged into Getting-to-know-you dot com.
It took a second for his energy and good mood to plummet – Katagirl was not on-line.
So much for asking her, he sulked, not knowing what to do with himself now. It was Friday night and he wasn't tired in the least, he needed an activity.
He was about to shut down and head out to find Piccolo when he noticed it. What's this weird looking rectangle next to her name mean?
Slowly he ran his pointer over it. 'Available on mobile' it read, and his fingers were suddenly flying faster than his thought process.
NimbusRider says: Kata? Are you on?
A full five minutes passed without any response. His hopes sank fast and deep, it was silly to have thought that she was there.
He gave it another five minutes before he finally gave up. It was no fun staring at the unmoving black screen.
"I should have asked her, the fundraiser is next Saturday. I should have asked her." he muttered under his breath, getting ready to log out - Piccolo would at least offer him a good workout.
Blip...
Green life spread itself across the black screen in the form of beautiful text.
Katagirl says: Still there? I'm on my phone.
His heart made a jolt as his face broke into a smile.
NimbusRider says: Hi Kata. Is this a bad time then?
He held his breath, please say no. Please say no. Please say no.
Katagirl says: It's not. But I might be a little distracted; I'm having drinks with a friend.
NimbusRider says: Oh.
Splat - his heart dropped straight to the floor. Was she on a date with someone she'd met on-line? Damn, damn, damn! Someone beat him to it! He should have just asked her. Why didn't he just ask her?
Blip...
Katagirl says: Yeah, she's celebrating some very good news. We're very excited over here.
Gohan blinked. She? Phew! Suddenly his heart wasn't beating as fast. Right, so it's a girl-friend, like Lime. Not some faceless guy that beat me to the punch. Oh crap! What am I doing not responding? I should say something, um...right. Okay, so her friend received some good news, let's see...okay...
NimbusRider says: That makes two of us then, me and your friend. Remember the investigation I told you about?
Katagirl says: Um...bridge thingy right?
NimbusRider says: Yeah, the Golden bridge. It's finally over. The district attorney made a decision earlier tonight. Those guys will be facing negligence charges for sure.
Katagirl says: Ooh! Great! Great! You know me, Ms V for all things Virtuous. Nothing excites me more than watching the bad guys get it!
Gohan blinked. Actually no, he didn't know that; and Ms... V? Why V?
Er, never mind that, he chuckled at her enthusiasm. There was something slightly chirpy about her demeanour tonight. Maybe it had to do with being out, or being with a friend, or maybe the 'drinks'.
NimbusRider says: I guess so XD
Katagirl says: Ooh! Ooh! Now I have two things to celebrate!
NimbusRider says: Yeah, that's true. Well, I don't want to keep you on the phone while you're out celebrating with your friend, but um...do you think you'll be on later? When you get home?
Katagirl says: Ooh! I have a great idea! You should come out and join us! Then we can all celebrate together!
Gohan's fingers froze over the keys. He blinked and re-read her message again. Was she...joking around?
NimbusRider says: Um...
Katagirl says: So? What's it gonna be Cloud guy. Join us?
Gohan knew for a fact that he'd definitely not had any noodles with his room-service earlier; but right now, something was coiling itself hard and fast in his stomach.
NimbusRider says: You're being serious?
Katagirl says: I know it's late and you live in the middle of nowhere...
NimbusRider says: That's not a problem; I'm actually in the city right now.
Katagirl says: Ooh! Satan City, really?
"Heh heh he..." Gohan laughed nervously to himself. Well, more like sixteen hundred kilometres from Satan City, but...if he paced himself, so his hair wouldn't be entirely windswept when he landed, he could be in Satan City in half an hour. So technically he was as good as in Satan City, he reasoned.
NimbusRider says: Um...yeah, flew in for a work thing earlier, a new case.
Katagirl says: Ooh! Great! Great! I'm sending you an address...
She sure sounds different, so... chirpy, using expressions like 'ooh!' a lot tonight.
He didn't have time to dwell on it though – this was big! He was actually going to meet her. Hurriedly he punched the address she'd given him in his phone to let his GPS show him where to fly.
He grabbed the clean clothes hanging behind his door; tossed the laundry packaging and got dressed at high-speed.
Then he was out the window, heading for Satan City.
"I hate you!" Videl lashed out at her friend, the tips of her nostrils pulsing with anger.
"Hah hah you love me!" grinned Erasa as she wrapped an arm around her friends' shoulders, only to have Videl shrug her off.
The dark haired heroine was just ablaze with disbelief. In the ten minutes that she'd been in the bathroom, Erasa had taken her purse, dug out her phone, talked with NimbusRider and turned her night upside down.
"You invited a total stranger to join us? Are you freaking mad?" she narrowed her eyes at the blonde. "This time you've gone too far Erasa, how could you?"
That's the chapter. Please leave your thoughts on the story so far.