The Promises We Keep - What Were You Expecting

The Sequel to A Disturbed Savior.

For those who have not read A Disturbed Savior, to understand this Story even in the least, you must read A Disturbed Savior first. If not, then w/e, have fun understanding your out of the usual Gohan and Videl

I can't and won't promise anything this time around.

It's DBZ, I obviously don't own shit.

Everything about you makes me scream. Be a man and get up off your knees, I'm trying to say this in the nicest way - Halestorm

As slowly as it had finally come, the two weeks of Winter Break were coming to a close as Christmas was just a couple of hours away. Soon enough children all over the world would wake up from some strange form of a biological alarm clock and run over to the trees they had decorated just to rip open the gifts boxed under them. For most, this was what would happen on Christmas every year, but the Satan's and Son's were not most. And this year they would be spending this special night under the same roof thanks to a heavy amount of persuasion on one Mark 'Hercule' Satan's side. He only wanted what was best for his daughter and what he supposed would be his new family soon enough, and if that meant inviting over her overprotective boyfriend and his family for the holiday, then so be it.

Said parents of the two families had grown to form some sort of mutual agreement that their children would eventually end up together and nothing could possibly break them up. There was Videl who admittingly couldn't be without her other half. And then there was Gohan who wanted nothing more than Videl's safety over anything in the world. Inseparable you might think, you might be thinking you're right. Well, as perfect for each other the two seemed to be for each other, they sure as hell didn't know how to properly express it.

Two weeks had basically flew right past the tall and possibly still growing Demi-Saiyan and he still had no idea what to get for his 'mate.' What could he get for her though, he's been having this problem for basically the majority of the time he had known the girl. From the first time he was invited to her birthday to this very day. She was rich and had basically anything she wanted at her disposal, so what did that leave for him to give her? He wasn't the sentimental type to buy little things that meant more than they were worth and definitely wasn't one to overspend on something that would be looked at once and thrown into storage.

He had come to hit quite a large roadblock that he couldn't break down or run through. For some strange reason he felt the need to get Videl something she would at least like this Christmas, something that would cause her eyes to almost pop out of their lids and roll along the floor. Not that he wanted to scare her, but just something that she would be surprised to receive, but at the same time be happy about it. He had to do something, so in desperation he asked for help from the only person he thought he could get a sensible answer from.

"So, still nothing eh?" Gohan just nodded and sipped his mug of Hot Cocoa. "I see. Well, have you asked her friends what she might want? Erasa? Sharpner? Maybe she said something to them about what she might have wanted." Again the boy nodded. "Hmm, have you, asked her what she wanted?" The Saiyan froze mid sip as he realized the disgusting situation he had put himself into. Without a word he gently placed his mug on a coaster and reclined in the comfy faux chair he was sitting on.

"I see, well, has she hinted at anything? Maybe something she's wanted for a while now? I'm sure she's said something, she's like that you know? She'll tell you if she has a problem with something."

Gohan knew that, he definitely knew that. There wasn't anything she thought that she didn't eventually make verbal. It was sort of one of the reasons why she stuck out to him. It was what made her different from any of the other girls at school. If something pissed her off, everyone eventually knew about it. But none of that was going to help him here, he still didn't know what to get her for Christmas, the holiday that was now a short 10 hours away.

The man sitting across from the teenage Saiyan could see the frustration laid out before him. He tapped on the tip of his cigar and placed it in the tray next to him before slowly getting up from his seat. The man then proceeded to walk over to one of the walls that had a display of pictures hanging from it. He walked over to one in particular and picked it off the wall.

"You know, Gohan. There's not a day that goes by that I don't appreciate what you do for Videl, you know, the whole 'I won't let anything hurt you' thing you have going. And I'm sure she loves it too. In fact, I think that's what makes you different from anyone else that's tried their hand at getting on Videl's good side. You know, besides the super human strength and all the powers." He knew that.

"Every other boy wanted to date her primarily for the status of dating the 'World Champ's' daughter. And as you know quite well, she hated it, she was generally annoyed by every boy in school and basically anyone that tried." Yea, Gohan knew this, but didn't see why it was being brought up at a time like this, he needed an idea as to what to get her, not relearn about her, he already knew whatever there was to know.

The man sat back down in his chair and started staring at the picture in his hand. "You know, I still remember the first time I heard about Videl fighting crime here in the city those years ago. I wasn't too pleased about it at first, and why should I have been right?" Gohan's eyebrow furrowed at this sudden change in subject. What was this about?

"My little baby girl was putting her life on the line just to keep a very few citizen safe every now and then. And not once did I ever hear that she was using any sort of armor to protect her, never was she holding a weapon of any sort, she always went all out with her fists. I could never figure it out before, but over time I think I realized why. She's a fighter, that's just who she is and always has been for as long as I can remember."

The man with the short and curly afro threw a piece of bark into the fireplace to keep it going to just a bit longer, the hot amber jumped up a bit and sparked about the fresh piece of fire wood.

"I think it all started when we were out celebrating after I won my first tournament, the 24th Tenkaichi Budokai I think it was. I still remember the tears of joy running down my beautiful wife's face as she ran to embrace me in a hug after I was declared the winner of the finals. We knew it was the beginning of a new chapter in our lives. We were going to be set for life. Sponsors were all over us before we were able to leave tournament grounds. Life was going to be great. And it was, for a while."

There was an obvious change in demeanor in that last sentence. No way Gohan could miss it, that hint of sorrow, it couldn't be missed. He turned his head and tried to make eye contact with the man, but his head was dipped towards the ground and his hair was covering the top of his forehead, shadowing over his eyes.

"She was always a strong woman, all the way to the end her intentions were always true. Everyday I miss her even more than the previous day. The only thing that hurts me knowing I can't get her back is the fact that I wasn't with her in the end." Swiping his arm across his face he managed a barely audible sniffle.

Gohan scoffed around in his seat trying to get into a comfortable position, this didn't seem like it was going in the right direction. Heck, it seemed like de-ja-vu to him, somehow he had heard this story before, but from where? It felt vaguely familiar. He didn't know why, but this subject piqued his interest some what, he wanted to know more.

"What happened to her?" He stared intently towards the champ, waiting for an answer, but what was it that he was expecting to hear? Taking a sip of his hot cocoa once more he readied himself for a long explanation.

A lone girl with long, straight and dark hair had herself wrapped up in the warmest clothing she owned as she walked along the cold and white streets of West City. She had left the very rich and famous Bulma Briefs' humble abode a very cool hour ago. But she did not leave empty handed. Under her thick overcoat she was clutching a very small, yet neatly wrapped box, she held it as tightly as she could, for in this box was a very important piece to her relationship to her 'boyfriend'. Or at least, so she was told.

You see, for the past two weeks, Winter Break as it would be, Videl had the test of looking both high and low, left and right all over the world for the perfect gift to get her other half. Now this wasn't ever going to go well at the pace she set for herself. It was much too slow and lost without any sense of direction. It wasn't any longer than 4 days that she had basically given up and called in for reinforcements.

~ ! ~

"Hey Bulma?" Videl asked quite confused.

"What's up kiddo?"

"Well, we've been flying for what seems like an eternity and we've been following that little green device that flashes every now and then. Are you sure we're even heading in the right direction this time?" She watched as Bulma pressed the top of the device, it zoomed in on one of the flashing circles.

"Actually, we're here. Buckle up and prepare for landing." A sound landing as usual, but what made it easier was the entire area being covered in a thick sheet of snow as was the norm in this area. "Cover up or you'll freeze."

Bulma jumped out of the jet copter and started walking with her head down, once again letting herself be guided by the small round device. It began to flicker and beep faster and louder. "Alright, it seems we've landed close by, that's good. Now hurry up, it's not always easy with these things."

She had sure heard and learned the meaning of that lately. Being alone with the blue haired genius was surely an experience she'll think twice about doing next time around. When she said something, she meant it in the most literal way possible. And when she said it wasn't always easy, she meant it. Take into consideration the people she grew up with and it would be understandable, but she had her own side of madness that was all her own, it was quite the scary scene when she would blow up over the tiniest things. You know, like not being able to reach the glowing sphere in the tree because the branches were too high, or not being able to retrieve the other glowing ball because it was being surrounded by molten hot lava, or simply, it wasn't the right one.

This trip was definitely taking it's toll on the young and very talented Videl Satan. There were definitely some years chipped off of her life span because of this trip, but hopefully it would all be worth it in the end. Bulma promised that whatever it was they were after that it would bring her and Gohan closer than she could ever imagine. She trusted Bulma like she would trust her own mother, so she felt in her heart that this was all for the better, no matter how long or how dangerous this trip would end up being.

The two closed in on a small village and eventually came to the door step of a small and cozy looking house that had smoke coming up from the chimney. "Alright, this looks like the place, let's hope that this is the same place I've heard about." She knocked on the door.

*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*

They waited out in the blistering cold for an answer, soon enough the door creaked open and a voice came from the other side. "Hello? Who's out there? State your business?" A loud and deep voice asked while an eye poked through the door.

"My name is Bulma Briefs and with me is Videl Satan. We're here looking for something that we believe is in this house, I think you know what it is. It's round and orange, and I'm hoping that it has 4 stars on it." The door closed up, a click was heard from the other side. It fully opened up but a moment later. A tall man stood in between the two girls and their target.

"Welcome, my name is Eighter, it's a pleasure to meet you. Please do come in." Hesitantly Videl and Bulma walked in and made their way towards a cozy corner of the house with a couple of couches near the fireplace. "Please, sit down."

"Eighter. Oh Eighter, who was at the door?" Called out a voice from one of the bedrooms.

"We have guests Suno. They're very special people. You should meet them."

"Alright, give me a moment and I'll be right out."

"Are you two cold? You look like you're ready to catch a case of frostbite, let me get you both a cup of delicious hot chocolate. We were just making a fresh batch before you walked in."

"Oh no, that's not necc-"

"I insist." The tall, square man walked over to the kitchen and poured 4 mugs of hot chocolate and placed them on a plate, giving two to the girls, one for himself and the other for the girl with the dark red hair who had seated herself across from Videl and Bulma.

"Eighter, why didn't you tell me who these two people were before. This is such an a wonderful surprise. Who would have guessed that all these years later we would be sitting with Goku's best friend and his son's girlfriend?"

"My apologies Suno, I didn't want to interrupt whatever you were doing."

"Nonsense. They're friends, and more importantly, guests. Now, what are they hear for?" Suno asked the tall man with the square head.

"I-"

"Excuse me, Suno. But I believe you have a Dragon Ball in your posession, right? Well, if it's the one I think it is, and I'm almost positive that it is, then I would really appreciate it if we could have it. I promise it's for a really good reason." Bulma explained. Hearing this, Suno nodded her head to Eighter. He left the room and came back moments later holding his hands out with a small and glowing orb with 4 stars on it. Bulma pulled her two star ball out of a bag and brought it closer to the 4 star ball. Both pulsed with an ominous glow from inside.

"Yup, it's the real deal. Thank you very much." Bulma reached out for the ball but the Android pulled his hands back. "Hey, what's the big idea?"

"It's not a big deal. Don't worry, I'm going to give you the ball. But first, I want to hear this really good reason you have for wanting this ball before I let it go." Suno explained. Bulma smiled and crossed her legs before taking a sip of her hot cocoa. Videl waited anxiously for Bulma to explain the reason they had flown all the way out to the middle of no where, but she didn't say even a single word. Instead she looked over to the younger girl and gestured for her to speak up. She hesitated for a moment as she tried to pull together the whole story in her head and why she was there.

"Hmm. Well, you see, from what I was told, that ball was very important to my boyfriend's dad, Goku."

"Wait wait wait, sorry for interrupting you so early, but, was? What do you mean was?" Both Eighter and Suno shot confused looks over to the two women sitting across from themselves. Videl didn't know what to say to that, only one word came to mind. One frightening word. One single word that could scare nations into their highest levels of terror levels.

"Cell." Suno whimpered and quickly covered her mouth and closed her eyes as tears soon dripped down her pale face.

"Oh, Goku."

There was a moment of silence in the small and cozy house in honor of their fallen friend before someone had to break the ice. "So, where were we, please continue if you don't mind."

"Y-yea, no problem. Well." Videl went on to tell her story about Gohan and everything that's happened to him and how their relationship sort of works. She told them how she needed the ball to find an opening in Gohan and attempt to get closer to him. From what Bulma told her, this ball could do that and much more, and that's all she was told. It took the whole latter half of the afternoon to explain everything, but in the end everything was out there.

"So, that's everything? Wow." Was all Suno could manage after the story she had just heard. "That was, well that was definitely a lot to take in, and I wouldn't wager on such a tale to be, well, a tale. And that's the scary part about it."

"So are you going to give us the ball now? We have a really long way back to home before Christmas morning." Bulma pleaded.

"Christmas! Well why didn't you say that before? Eighter, give them the ball. These people have a long way back home. It was a pleasure to meet you two, I hope we meet again some day. And please, do send our condolences to the Son's."

"With pleasure, it was nice to finally meet you two after hearing so much about you from Goku."

"Likewise. Now, Videl. Please, bring the boy you fell in love with back."

~ ! ~

So there she stood, at the door that was the entrance to her home. For sure it was late enough that everyone would be home and she would have to face up to him right away. What would she say, would she be able to sneak in and place the box under the tree before he could see? She didn't plan this far ahead, but there she stood.

She turned the knob and opened the door, immediately she could smell the warm air flowing around the house, it was so welcoming, she skipped into the house and made her way to the living room where the tree was. Slowly she got on her knees and placed the small box right next to where she saw a present made out to her was placed.

She got up and made way for her bedroom. When inside she quickly made note of the extra bed placed right beside hers where her where her prince charming was sprawled about in a mess of sheets and blankets. She nodded her head and tucked herself in under her own sheets. "Goodnight Gohan."

"WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP! COME ON EVERYONE WAKE UP! IT'S CHRISTMAS! YAHOO! CHRISTMAS! PRESENTS! PRESENTS! PRESENTS!" The yips and yells and the very energetic 7 year old half human, half Saiyan hybrid could be heard all the way in the house next door. Soon enough when he had finally calmed down he was greeted by a very tired looking group of older people he called his family. There was his mother who was sporting a warm, leather robe and cup a cup of joe to wake her up. There was Mark, whose trademarked afro was all over the place from not being combed, who had on a pair of shorts a white muscle shirt. And then from behind him came Videl who was still somewhat sleeping as she was carried in by Gohan.

"Can we open presents now! Can we can we! Please!" No one was going to argue with the energetic little boy at this time of day, so naturally they let him open up his presents. He ran around the room with his new toy airplane in hand and made whirring and whooshing sounds to match. Chi Chi and Mark opened up the presents their Sons and Daughter had bought for them. All that was left was for the two lovebirds to open up their gifts.

Videl had by this point come to full consciousness and awake from all the loud noises Goten was making. She grabbed her present for Gohan and he the same for her. They sat across each other with the others' present in hand. Neither knew whether to say something or just hand the present over. Gohan's present looked a bit bigger, in fact, there were two boxes in his hands, one easily bigger than the other, but the smaller of the two was certainly wider, it had to be clothes.

Hesitantly, Videl reached her arms outwards and placed her gift on the floor in front of him. He stared at it, pondering what it could be. It was a small red box with a bow, nothing special looking about it. He slowly reached for it, but stopped midway, meeting the blue crystal eyes of his 'mate'. She nodded and he grabbed it. He put his gifts for her down beside him and began to slowly tear the wrapping paper off the small box.

Before lifting the top, he felt something, something, odd? Like there was something pulsating from the box, like an energy signal, it wasn't large, but it was different, it was familiar. A feeling of deep nostalgia ran down his spine as he lifted the to to the small red box. His eyes went down to what was inside, he stared down at the gift for a long time before looking back up at Videl. She swore she heard him stifling a sniffle before lifting his head to stare up at the ceiling.

Covering the box up without taking the gift out, Gohan looked back over to Videl and pushed her gifts over to her. "Videl. I-I, uh. Ah." He couldn't get the right words off his tongue, there were no words he could possibly speak that would could possibly show his gratitude for this one of a kind showing of her love.

"Your welcome Gohan." She reached out for the boxes made out to her before he grabbed her hand.

"Videl. I-I know you really want to fight in the upcoming tournament." Her face went white, he was mentioning this now? What suddenly sparked this topic? "And I know how you sometimes dislike how protective of you I am. But, understand I only do what I think is best, but sometimes it doesn't end up being so, I know that. Everyone has their faults, including me. I took away something that was special to you without knowing what it was to you, I'm sorry." With that he let go of her hand and slid his gifts over to her.

She grabbed the boxes and quickly ripped the wrapping off of both before taking the lid off of each. In one there was a loose white T-shirt, a small black skirt and a pair of fingerless gloves. She was a bit confused at this, she hadn't worn anything like this in a while. Something was odd about this. She then turned attention to the other box, inside was a set of yellow boots much like the kind she used to wear all the time. What was he up to. It wasn't until she noticed a note at the bottom of the shoe box that it began to make sense.

"I hope these are the right sizes we begin training tomorrow! Gohan! Thank you thank you thank you!" She lept from the floor and embraced him in a warm hug that she never wanted to end. A lone tear dripped from her eyes as her head laid on his broad shoulder. "Thank You."

Much like the Satan mansion, Capsule Corporation was woken up in a very sudden and loud manner with plenty of screaming and banging. In some sort of miracle, Vegeta was downstairs keeping his wife company as she enjoyed watching her son play with his new toys. Although he had been up hours before anyone else, he still didn't like to hear the screams his son was capable of, he just thanked whomever it was that was watching from above that Goten wasn't over right now, it would be much louder and he wasn't sure if he could take the screaming of the two brats combined.

"THANKS MOM! THANKS DAD! This stuff is awesome!" Much like Goten, he too made sounds for his toys as he ran around the room. Vegeta was just about done with this mushy stuff, he could only stand so much before he would go completely insane. But before he could even make a single step towards his beloved gravity chamber, something inside him told him to stop, stay right where he was. He didn't know what it was right then and there, but he knew he would find out.

They sat as a family watching Christmas movies for the better half of the morning. It was always the same thing with a fat guy breaking into people's houses with flying reindeer, nothing too crazy, but nothing really special. Vegeta was munching on a sandwich when he that familiar feeling ran down his spine, something was up, and everyone was about to find out what exactly it was.

"H-hey! Hello! Is this on? Hello? Can anyone hear me?"

Everyone looked around. Where was this voice coming from, this voice that was lost to the Earth all those years ago. "Hey, whose there? Mom, Dad? Who is that and where's it coming from?" Trunks continued to look around the room in confusion.

"Goku? Goku! Is, is it really you?" Bulma cried out with a whimper.

"Hmph. Kakarot." Vegeta smirked. Of course, who else could it be.

"Of course it's me, who else could it be?"

"Oh Goku."

"I miss you guys, it's been a while."

A/N: Insert Bullshit excuse for not updating earlier.