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Chapter 5
Date #1: Bobby Machoman
Physical description: bulky built, tanned skin, shaved head, blue eyes
Occupation: DA
Location of date: McDonalds
(Videl's thoughts italics)
Hmm..he looks soo….big and bulky. He's muscular…maybe too muscular. And he eats like a pic..
Her eyes twitched when a piece of Bobby's fries flew to her plate as he attacked his food with no remorse.
But still, I have to give him a chance. He's a DA, wow, never would've guessed…
She cleared her throat and smiled in a friendly manner. When he showed no signs of stopping she cleared her throat again. It took her three more times before she finally got his attention.
"So Bobby, you're a DA? That's very impressive. There aren't a lot of good Defense Attorneys out there."
Bobby stared at her blankly, as if his mind was still trying to process what she had said. Then he smiled. "Oh, uh-no. I'm not a De-er, Defense Attorney? I work for the DA, you know, the Drainage Association. I mainly clean sewers and stuff.
Videl's face fell. "I'm sorry, I thought- never mind."
Next…
Date# 2: Brian Brainius
Phys. Des.: messy blonde hair, thick framed glasses, pale skin, scrawny build.
Occupation: Computer Programmer
Location of Date: Italian Restaurant
Ehhhh, yikes. Definitely not a looker. I mean, his shirt buttoned all the way up cannot be comfortable…
She watched Brian curiously. He kept fiddling with that pocket computer organizer of his.
Come on Videl…don't be shallow. Just because he doesn't exactly look like a superstar doesn't mean he's not a nice guy…
"So Brian, what is that thing you keep using?"
His brown eyes brightened up behind the thick-framed glasses. "Oh, this? It's my organizer. I like to keep everything in my life neat and organized."
Videl smiled. "Something we have in common. Tell me about it."
"It's actually my very own personalized PCO version Avo1 with direct uplink and customized screen. This baby's motherboard is built with…..blah blah blah"
Videl sighed and covered her face. Next!
Date #3: Narcissus Allaboutmetus
Phys. Des.: Long blonde hair, handsome face, blue eyes, medium built
Occupation: Male Model
Location of Date: Mexican Restaurant
Finally, someone who actually looks good. And dresses well too. But he keeps looking at his reflection on his plate…
"You know, Videl, I don't look this good all the time. Well-no, actually I do, hahahhaha. But it's hard to maintain this image, as easy as it may seem to you. It takes hours and hours of preparation everyday in the morning. Plus you have to know what looks good on you. I look good in anything-but, that's besides the point isn't it? Hahahha! I guess what I'm trying to say is it takes dedication to look this good. Wait, dedication and natural good looks like mine are actually what you really need. Oh there I go again, straying off topic. Like I was saying- what was I saying? Oh yes, I was talking about dedication. Like I said, I'm a dedicated man. Which is good, if you ask me. I mean, you should be looking for a dedicated man like myself. And I'm handsome."
It took all of Videl's self-restraint not to jump at him and pull all his pretty hair out one fist at a time.
And I thought I was shallow…
Videl raised her hand. "Check please."
Date#4: Lorky Veryshyman
Phys. Des.: Tidy brown hair, decent looking, fairly built
Occupation: Banker
Location of Date: Japanese Restaurant
He looks fine…dresses fine…hmmm…let's see what's wrong with this one. He's been awfully quiet
Videl raised her eyebrow. Lorky kept shifting in his seat, fingering his tie and starring at something on the table. And not to mention he was sweating like a fat guy…
Videl grew concerned. "Hey, are you ok-
But the moment she spoke, Lorky squealed in surprise and fell back on his chair.
Videl growled and got to her feet, slamming her fist on the table. "That's it! I'm tired, I'm done, I can't go on!" She threw a wad of cash on the table and stormed off out the restaurant.
Lorky got to his feet a moment later and brushed himself. "Was it something I said?"
(-)(-)
A black hummer arrived in front of Royal Son with an entourage of body guards surrounding it. Gohan stepped out of the hummer dressed in sweats, followed by a bald man dressed like the secret service, complete with dark shades. After him came more muscle bound bone heads.
"James, I don't need this much protection. I told you I can take care of myself," Gohan said to the bald man, waving with a friendly smile to the bellboy who opened the door for him.
James shook his head, glaring at anyone who got too close to Gohan. "Yes sir, but we are paid to keep you safe from danger."
"But I'm not in any danger. Why would I be?" Gohan greeted the numerous guests and employees in his hotel, all of which who either bowed or greeted back.
They entered the elevator, Gohan in the middle with six men in black suits surrounding him.
"Well you are one of the riches men alive, as well as one of the most influencial."
"But is all this really necessary?"
"Of course. Why with all the dangerous activities you participate in it's a wonder you're still-
"James, I was just jogging around the park. You didn't need to send an entire flock to pick me up. Heck, I could've jogged home."
The elevator stopped and they all stepped out.
"Sir, that's 16 miles."
Gohan shrugged his shoulders. "How do you think I got to the park if I didn't take the car?"
James sweat dropped. "Yes sir but-
"No buts," Gohan interrupted. "Now I want you and those other MIBs to take a leave. Have some free time for yourself."
"But I-
"Ah- I said no buts. Now go, I order it."
James hesitated, but left with a smile, bringing his friends too. "Thank you sir."
Once Gohan was by himself, he chuckled. People these days. Reaching inside his pockets, he suddenly realized that his keys were missing. His eyes widened.
"Oh great, just when I need James he's not here."
With a sigh, he used his hands to feel the door for a small button. Pressing it, a keypad slid out from the wall by his side.
Gohan punched in a six digit code and the door opened. "Maybe a shower will do me good."
(-)(-)
Videl stomped down the street on her expensive, painful heels, cursing all the male species out loud.
She continued her rampage down the street, passing by restaurants, stores, shops, the Royal Son Hotel, the Laundromat, wait a minute….
She stopped and walked back, looking up at the enormous most luxurious hotel in the country.
Which happens to be owned by the dork who's been occupying Videl's mind every damn second!
She slapped herself shamefully. This is so unbelievable! How could she, Videl Satan, be so caught up about some guy?
As much as her mind kept refusing it, she's been dying for an excuse to see him again. If only there was someway she could bump into him or something. Maybe she could check in the hotel….no that's stupid and too obvious. Why would she check in a hotel that's just a few minutes away from her house?
Then it clicked. His keys! I can go up there and give it back to him! That's it! She smiled proudly at herself. Videl girl you are such a genius.
(-)(-)
Gohan pulled his shirt off and entered the big bathroom, walking barefooted on the cold tiles. After mixing the water for his shower, he stripped off the rest of his clothes and stepped inside the warm spray of water.
Hopefully this will relax me
(-)(-)
Ding dong!
Videl rang the doorbell for the umpthteenth time but still no one answered. Maybe no one's home…
I should probably just come another time…
Videl was about to leave when a thought came to her mind.
She had keys to his penthouse. Hmmmm…..
NO! That's wrong Videl. It's against the law! Videl bit her lip. She's just going to look around…
It's not like she was going to steal anything. Since when has looking around ever been considered a crime?
Besides, you can say you were just trying to return the keys if you get caught. Videl nodded to herself with a smile. Just a quick peek. No harm could possibly come out from this.
(-)(-)
A black limousine stopped by in front of the grand hotel. Kiara and Goten stepped out of the car, bags and bags full of expensive clothes with them.
"Kiara, why do you need this much baby clothes?" Goten asked, his eyes wide. "Oh no, don't tell me you're pregnant! Oh no! Are you having quadruplets or something!"
"Goten don't be silly. Those are for the babies in poor countries without clothes." Kiara explained, removing her big black sunglasses.
They made their way to the elevator.
"I don't think babies need expensive clothes like these."
Kiara frowned at him. "Goten, most of these babies live with newspapers as clothes. They need these, trust me."
The youngest Son smiled cheekily. "My brother might get the wrong idea from this."
"What do you mean?"
"He might think you're trying to tell him you want to have billions of babies with h-
SMACK!
"OUCH!"
(-)(-)
Gohan shut the water off and stepped out of the misty shower, a flimsy towel wrapped around his waste. He wiped the mirror with his hands and grabbed the shaving cream. Time for some male grooming…
(-)(-)
Videl swung the door open and stared in awe. She'd been here before but the place was just so luxurious and beautiful. Everything looked so neat and brand new.
Quietly shutting the door behind her, Videl tiptoed to where she thought the master's bedroom would be.
She silently pushed the door open and gaped at the sight before her. There must've been twenty tall shelves in the room, each holding about a thousand books. From fictional to non-fictional, from twelve different dictionaries of different languages to the latest encyclopedia, every possible work of literature was there.
Videl couldn't believe her eyes. Please don't tell me Gohan is charming, handsome AND smart. This guy CAN NOT be perfect!
She closed the door and opened the next.
(-)(-)
Gohan washed and dried his face clean. He smiled at his reflection and went out of the washroom and into his bedroom, fishing out some clothes in his dresser.
He picked out black boxers, navy sweat pants and a white muscle-top. With the clothes in hand, he went back to the washroom to get changed.
(-)(-)
Just as Gohan left the bedroom, Videl entered.
She smiled. This was definitely Gohan's room. The walls were a soft beige color, abstract paintings decorating them. A big bed with cream colored silk sheets and puffy pillows were placed at the far side of the room over Persian carpeted floor. All the furniture, the lighting and decorations looked brand new and very expensive.
But that's not what made her smile. Videl closed the door behind her and jumped on the soft bed like a little kid. She was quickly overwhelmed by his essence, his scent made her entire body quiver. He smelled so good…like fresh breeze and cinnamon, with a hint of his own sweet scent.
Videl buried her face in his pillow and grinned. She could sit here smelling his pillow all day.
She wanted to squeal like a love-struck school girl but she had more dignity than that. Pulling the covers over her head, she sighed with content.
Now the only one missing was Gohan…
(-)(-)
Kiara slipped her keys in and opened the door, stepping aside to let Goten in. "Just put the bags by the couch Goten, thanks. I'll just go find my husband."
Goten shook his head with a laugh. " Alright."
(-)(-)
Gohan was pulling his muscle-top on when he heard his bed creak. He smiled. Kiara must be home…
Stepping out of the washroom quietly, he spotted her under the covers. (a/n: Uh-ohh ) Smiling like a predator, he quietly creeped to the bed before he pounced on her.
"Hey baby!"
Videl pulled the cover's down…
Their eyes met…
Their eyes widened…
"GOHAN?"
"VIDEL?"
But before they could do anything else, they heard the doorknob to the room twist and the door creaked open…
Oh crap.
A/N: Sooooooo happy now? lol. My next update will come, but the date is not definite. Please review!