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His Weakness

Chapter 1: Videl

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"Pan!" Videl called up the stairs. "Come down stairs we have to talk!" There was an odd undertone to her mom's voice that she ignored as she rushed down the stairs.

"What's going on, Mom?" Pan asked as she walked into the kitchen and stopped dead in her tracks. "Dad! You're home earlier than usual," Pan said surprised to see him sitting at the informal dining table in the corner of the kitchen. Daddy was home! Maybe... after dinner... he would have time... if he wasn't busy... to come check out her awards! Never mind that she was into her second mouth of her summer and he still hadn't had a chance to see them. They were awards in Mathematics, Technology, English, English Literature, and Norwegian Culture/Literature. She had graduated at the top of all her freshman college classes. He had missed the celebration... both of them... The one with everyone... and the one he had made an "appointment" for... he'd come home late... he had forgotten... again. "... Perhaps you'll have sometime later to see the merits I received in Norway and here last year?"

"Well, we have to pack; we are going to America in two days…" her mother said carefully. She shuffled from one foot to the other nervously looking between her husband and her daughter. She knew he was hard to get a hold of and that strained the relationship. Gohan and she had fought about it many a time. Plus Pan had been waiting for so long to show them to Gohan. Pan hadn't even let Videl hang them on the walls until Gohan had a chance to see them with her.

"What! Why didn't you tell me? I have to tell Vegeta I'm not coming and make sure someone checks on hi-" Pan started to get excited. She had never taken a vacation with her father before!

"No, Pan, she means she and I are going. It's a business trip and they don't allow children to go with us. You will be staying with… Vegeta," her father spat out the name, "while we are gone."

"Father! I am old enough to stay home alone! I know how to take care of myself!" Pan was outraged and disappointed though not surprised. Her stomach did a flop and she winced inside at the caustic way her father said "Vegeta."

"That's enough, Pan!" Gohan snapped, "The decision is final!"

Pan took up the emotionless mask that Vegeta had taught her how to use against her father all those years ago. She learned from the best. "Very well then, Father. Excuse me Mother." She then left the room seething and hurt on the inside. How many times had he said "no"? How many times had she been beaten down as a girl? How many times had she been looked down on by her father no matter how hard she tried? She long ago knew no matter what she did it wouldn't matter in his eyes. ...But that didn't stop her from trying. Unfortunately, that meant every time he pushed her away, it hurt...

"What about dinner?" Videl called after her worried, wringing her hands, pocking her head out of the kitchen to watch her daughter climbing back up the stairs.

"I'll eat something when I go to make Vegeta something eat, thank you for your concern though Mother."

Gohan just held his head in his hands in misery. He looked at Videl who glared at him hurting for her daughter.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

What was that annoying, insistent shrill ringing though out the house? Oh… right… the bloody telephone… he'd dismantle it later. "Hello?" his voice was gruff from disuse… ironic that the man who was always training and working his muscles would neglect his voice…

"Vegeta?" the voice on the other side of the phone asked. Who else would it bloody well be? Vegeta grunted an affirmative. "It's Gohan. Videl and I were hoping," there was a short pause barely noticeable, but Vegeta knew it was because this was the first time anyone had called to talk to him in over twelve years; only Pan would care if anything happened to him and he knew it, "you'd look after Pan for us."

"She's nineteen, Brat! The onna (woman) can take care of herself! She could hand Majin Buu his hide!" Vegeta was outraged. How dare that fool, Gohan, insult the onna (woman)! His student!

"She said the same thing, we know Vegeta. Will you do it or won't you?" He was getting impatient. "If you don't we'll send her to your daughter's house, maybe they can convince her you'll let her get hurt!" The brat was becoming problematic.

"How long?" Vegeta asked growled. Goten was as if not more set against him than Trunks.

"Two weeks," Gohan said tersely, but there was smugness in his voice that grated on his nerves.

"Fine." He said shortly. "When will she be here."

"In two days…"

"Fine." Then Vegeta slammed the phone onto the receiver. He hated being cornered.

He wheeled around forgetting his promise to Pan to defrost the baby back ribs and returned to the darkness were he resided. Only she was allowed in there… and somehow it wasn't as painful or dark with her there…

Arigato for reading the new chapter! It wasn't easy to find time for all of my stories. But somehow I did it! They are all updated! Yay!

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Saki