She backed away from him a little, considering the space open to her. Now that he was towering over her quite menacingly she realised that he was rather tall and rather broad shouldered. She become conscious that he wasn't really that big physically, it was more of a presence that he had. He tried to hide underneath baggy clothes, but after her years of training and fighting she could tell when someone was of a powerful build. The only way forward if this turned ugly would be straight through him.

She become conscious that he wasn't really that big physically, it was more of a presence that he had.

Now that she knew that he was considerably stronger than her she lost a bit of her prior confidence. She hadn't expected him to get this pissed. Non-criminals generally didn't get pissed at Videl Satan. Of course, she didn't even know him, she was basing all of her knowledge off one brief encounter that now, when she looked at it did not necessarily make him a good person.

He could be a psycho; maybe that was why he was so tough. She'd read the Battle Royale novel, and the manga; maybe he was just like that guy Kiriyama.

But she still had that strange feeling in her stomach, the one she had felt when she thought about him, as she lay awake at night. The thought that he could reach over and kiss her before she even knew what was going on was invigorating, yet she knew at the same time that it was quite strange.

"Why are you doing this?" He demanded sternly, but if he was feeling any anger he wasn't showing any of it.

Her smile only grew wider. "You know, my father will only let me ever go out with someone that's stronger than he is. Do you realise just how low that leaves my prospects of marriage?" Videl was surprised at her choice of words, which almost sounded as though she was asking him out, like Erasa had pondered.

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that, but if you act like this all of the time you're doing a good job of keeping them down yourself." Gohan shocked himself with his words, but in the heat of moment he tended to do odd things.

Her smile turned to a scowl and she attacked him once again. She'd only said that about her father to get a rise out of him, of some sort, but it had backfired.

As the students heard the commotion, a great number made their way in to join the others watching the action unfold.

As she attacked, Gohan tried to look as hopeless as possible now that there seemed to be an ample crowd.

He saw a chance to end the incident and as she was about to go on a major offensive move, he sprang forward and grabbed both of her wrists. He slammed her against the desk, albeit fairly lightly, and she cried out in pain, more for effect than anything, she barely felt a thing. She could practically feel him holding back, and it infuriated her, but at the same time intrigued her as to how strong he really was.

Her arms were pinned behind her back, and it was causing her chest to stick out against his own. Gohan looked down at the closeness of their bodies and felt a sudden wave of heat pass over his entire body. Thoughts of her supple body and soft skin shot through his mind and he knew that he would have to let go before he had real cause for embarrassment.

However, before he could warn her off and release her from his grasp he heard the last thing that he wanted to hear. "Detention!" Screeched the teacher.

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After school that day, the pair shuffled from opposite ends of the corridor leading to the room where they would be serving their punishment.

Luckily for Gohan, having the apartment in the city meant that his mother would never have to find out about his little indiscretion. As long as his nightly phone call was made, all would be well.

"I hear that the pair of you have been two very naughty children." The teacher that would be administering detention spoke. She had heard a vivid description of the situation that they had been caught in, and the young teacher spoke with a broad smile. The naïve Gohan of course took her literally and took her words at face value.

The slightly more street smart Videl however knew exactly what was being insinuated. "No way miss! I was simply trying to ascertain my opponents strength." It was sort of the truth.

Gohan looked at anything but her, because every time he did all he could think of was the feel of her breasts pressed firmly against his body. The teacher let them into the room where they would be serving their punishment and the dark haired girl crossed his eye line. He wondered what her legs were like, or the smoothness of her stomach, or how her hair felt or smelled.

He blushed a deep crimson and hoped that they wouldn't have to spend the hour in close confinement.

The pair noticed that the woman was heading for another door that was in the corner of the room. Gohan had no idea what would be in a room like that, but Videl knew all too well. A storeroom. A tiny storeroom.

"I'll be back in an hour. The principal wants this place sparkling, but nothing can be thrown away. Some equipment to aid you has been left by the janitor. Have fun."

Videl and Gohan looked at the room, or rather cupboard, with disbelieving eyes. Gohan motioned for her to go in first and the dust kicked up by their feet caused her to erupt in a fit of coughing. She turned around to protest, but the teacher was long gone.

Videl stepped further inside over the clutter and turned slowly around three hundred and sixty degrees. An hour was a rather hopeful expectation for this bombsite. An hour that she would have to spend in a cramped broom cupboard of a room, alone with Gohan.

The thought got her heart beating a little bit faster, a rare occurrence for her. Boys were irritating and shallow, but he seemed different, despite their limited interaction so far. She peered at him out of the corner of her eye.

He was devilishly handsome with his dark eyes and hair, but he didn't seem to know it, as evidenced by his words earlier in the day. He was tall but not too lanky and she knew that he hid a well-toned frame underneath.

But she liked him because he seemed so innocent and naïve, but sometimes, such as when she had met him at the bank, he had come over as being intuitive, smart and quick thinking. She couldn't believe she was actually considering him as a likeable person, and thinking about the positives of his personality when they had barely even interacted. She had always thought of herself as a very good judge of character though.

The room had shelving running down two walls, holding all manner of old notebooks, confiscated items and biological specimens. "Um...maybe we should take half each?" Gohan suggested in a subdued voice. His actions earlier had been uncharacteristic to say the least and now he was nervous as to how she would choose to act around him.

There didn't seem much difference between the two sides so the girl got to work on the one closest to her, the boy doing much the same a couple of seconds later. She didn't know if she should say anything, he might be angry with her, it was kind of her fault that he had been landed here in detention in the first place. Although if he had just owned up to his identity earlier, things would have been fine. Normally she wouldn't give a damn, but this time...this time things just felt different. Her normal way of acting didn't feel right around him.

Gohan turned around for a sneaky peek at her while she was concentrating on something else. She was reaching up to one of the higher shelves, on her tiptoes, stretching as high as possible. He froze as he realised that he was getting another free show.

Her jeans weren't exactly loose fitting and he received an unadulterated view of her rear end and the curve of her hips. Her shirt was riding high, and he was given a view of her slime waist form the back, which reminded him of their first encounter in the bank. Upon regaining his senses he whipped his head around to stare the preserved frog in the eye. This was going to be the longest hour of his entire life.