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Sinful

Written by the somewhat infamous Goku's Daughter

Chapter Eleven: Lies

1 to make an untrue statement with intent to deceive
2 to create a false or misleading impression
transitive verb to bring about by telling lies lied his way out of trouble

--Merriam-Webster OnLine

"You're so sexy."

"Oh, shut up."

"I'm serious. You are."

The second female rolled her eyes.

"Like a beautiful female ass-kicker."

"Like Wonder Woman?"

"Yeah...someone like her."

"No. I'm not pretty."

"Yes you are!"

"No!" The female splashed water at her friend playfully. Grinning, she jumped back, raking her now brown, layered hair. She felt different with her hair colour changed and knew she would dye it back black once after the party.

"Ahh! You will pay for that!" Before she could do anything Salina walked in the room with a passive look on her face. She saw Erasa's stained shirt and asked, "What's going on?"

Videl made a real smile. "Oh nothing. Just having some fun."

"Oh I'm sure," Erasa snapped back, crossing her arms over her chest.

Satan's spawn did a half eye roll at the blonde before asking for the time. When she was informed it was past ten, her lips parted. "Oh…" she whispered. She realized Gohan was not back.

Soon Salina broke the silence between them. "Miss Erasa, I'll escort you to your room."

Erasa nodded, expecting tomorrow to be a rigorous, exciting day. She followed Salina to the door and the moment Salina opened the door, there stood Gohan with a slightly surprised expression on his face.

He only raised an eyebrow, looking at Erasa then Salina. He nodded to them, and made his way inside, bringing something with him.

"I got the suit," he said. Gohan wasn't expecting Videl to actually care, but when he saw her eager face, he let her grab the bag and open it up. He was aware that she looked impressed.

"Red," she murmured as her eyes grew together to slits. She looked like she was trying to put the pieces of a puzzle together.

He crossed his arms slightly. "So?"

Videl looked up at him with a glare. "Forget it." And for the next set of seconds, she felt Gohan's stare on her. "What?"

Without asking permission, Gohan passed his fingers gently over her forehead, looking for a bump. "Excellent," he murmured.

She avoided Gohan's gaze while she put his party apparel away. "I'm going to change."

Videl, in a big sweater, crawled on the bed to her respective side. She noticed Gohan's eyes wide open, like he was dead but did not comment on that. Silently, Hercule's daughter slipped under the covers, snuggling in them before she turned her full attention to her abductor.

"Where did you go?" she asked him softly, turning on her side to face him. She was aware of how vulnerable she was to him like this—in bed—and was aware that he was almost naked underneath since she insisted using many covers. She was also aware of how sometimes she would move to his side at night. She still denied that she trusted him.

"I had to see the old man," he paused for a short second, realizing that Videl may not have known who he was referring to, "Gero."

"Why?" she asked again, staring at him carefully.

He frowned, looking quite tired, which concerned Videl. The half-human reached out to turn off the lamp. In pitch darkness, he yawned and said in a low voice, "To get the suit and see what he's up too."

"I see." Videl didn't care if Gohan could hear the sourness in her voice. She did not have a liking towards Doctor Gero. Then, she sat up a bit, tying her hair into a hair ponytail. "Goodnight Gohan."

"Goodnight," he replied, his frown dulling.

The female snuggled in the thick covers finding sleep very soon. Gohan, on the other hand, was busy contemplating on something, mainly on her and tomorrow's event. Today, for the first in a long time, he saw how lively Videl was, and that created a problem. He knew it was Erasa that made her this way, but come after tomorrow Android Seventeen would have to get rid of her. Slowly, Gohan closed her eyes. He might as well warn Videl.

"Videl," he murmured, hoping that she was still awake.

"Hmm." She was barely conscious.

"Be prepared to say good-bye to Erasa tomorrow." Gohan heard the little cough in Videl's throat. She did not begin to cry but only worried for Erasa's fate on the following days to come, even if Gohan said he wouldn't kill her. There were other ways to silence a person. Sleep did not come soon for her after all.

Gohan dreamt. He hardly ever dreamt but when he did, the dreams had a likeness. The same man. The same boy.

Sometimes he remembered them, but then sometimes he totally forgot. This time he remembered it. The night before he had the same dream and remembered. When he would wake up, he would remember it clearly.

It was of another man. Although Gohan could not see himself, his perspective was angled upwards, as if the man was larger than him. Gohan figured he was small that he had to look up to be able to see the older man's upper body.

The way he—the other man—stood exuded confidence and kindness. A sort of kindness that was carefree, gentle… a natural goodness. The man was tall and built, and Gohan found himself admiring this person. He tried to identify the man but his face and hair was blurred. All Gohan could tell was that the skin colour was a bit fairer than his own, and the man's hair was dark, black.

The man picked him up and swung him around, which made Gohan feel delight. The man laughed and called his name in the same playful manner. Then later on this man carried him to a yellow cloud. A yellow cloud that hovered, waiting for this man.

Then somehow perspectives changed. Gohan was in his own body and he saw a little boy, in yellow and green clothing. This young boy was flying on the cloud with the larger man. Both of them were laughing. The little boy screamed in glee. He sat on the older man and when his fear subsided, he raised his arms up in joy. Obviously this little boy trusted this man to have no fear from such heights and at such speeds.

They were both so happy.

When Videl opened her eyes, she made sure that she was fully awake. When she spotted Gohan sitting on the edge of the bed, she knew that she had been dreaming. All of that…dancing with him at Prom, the whispered love words, the kisses and promises…that was a dream.

Gohan turned his head at her, asking her what was the matter. Videl made a weak smile and told him, "It was just a dream."

Gohan did not dwell on it. He had other thoughts occupying his mind.

"So today is the party?"

"Yeah," said Gohan in an almost inaudible voice.

Videl crawled out of bed slowly, checking the clock on the nightstand. It was ten in the morning and realizing that she has slept for about ten hours, she wondered why Gohan was still here. Shouldn't he be eating or training? She never asked him as she attended to her bathroom business. When Videl returned, she found him still there.

Videl was not sure what to say. "Uh… I'm going to see if Erasa is awake. I'll come back and then we'll eat together." Slowly, his eyes drifted upwards to reach her gaze. After a moment, Gohan made a short nod.

When she left the room, Videl wondered why Gohan was acting bizarre. She shrugged it off for a while, deciding she'll ask him about it later.

Videl, still in her baggy sweater and pyjama pants, dragged herself into Erasa's room next door. Tiptoeing, she was careful to not make a lot of noise just in case Erasa was still sleeping, nor did she flick on the lights. Instead she walked over to the bed and looked to see if Erasa's eyes were opened.

"Erasa," Videl whispered. When she neither heard or saw a response, Videl quietly headed to the door. But before she left, she looked over to Erasa's sleeping form, carefully examining her. Erasa was indeed beautiful, and more beautiful than herself, Videl thought. Since high school she had her hair short and Videl agreed that the shortness made her look more attractive. There was no long hair to cover her prettiness, Videl realized, smiling.

Soon the female realized that she was standing there for at least twenty minutes. Videl wanted her safe.

Two glasses collided with each slightly, making a clinging sound. It was Videl who poured Gohan another glass of orange juice. "Is that all, sir?" she asked, looking at him with a pleasant, fake smile.

He rolled his eyes and put an elbow on the table. His eyes widened for a very brief moment when he felt Videl slap him in the back of the head.

"Be serious! I'm trying to help you Gohan." Videl crossed her arms, holding a towel between her slender, fingers.

He saw the frustrated look on her face so he sighed and decided to make an effort for her. "No thank you ma'am." He had an urge to grin when he saw her pleasantly satisfied expression. "That would be all."

Videl took a seat beside him, instead going all the way to the other side of the long table. It was her developed habit since it was impossible to get a good conversation being so far from one another.

The half-Saiyan felt her eyes on him as he ate. From all she taught him—from all her actions, her lectures and her discipline—Gohan was more polite at the table. He didn't know why he was having a bowl of soup for breakfast, but for whatever reason he was, and he didn't slurp the soup. He kept his elbows off the table. He used the right forks and spoons. Videl knew he was a quick learner.

"Gohan, what's the matter?" she suddenly asked him, looking directly at his face. His facial expression was the same as she met him that day—stony and unapproachable—but she just had inkling that something was troubling him. Videl wasn't sure if he would answer her.

His gaze slowly caught hers and he put down his spoon into his empty bowl. "Nothing is. Why?"

Christina entered the room, bringing more breakfast. It was eggs, toast, sausage, and bacon. She gave Videl one plate, and two for Gohan. Before she left, she had told them that more plates were on the way. To her credibility, Christina was not lying. Within sixty seconds, they delivered ten more plates of food, and would not stop until Gohan's appetite was satisfied. That would be up to the fifteenth plate.

"You seem… preoccupied… Ever since last night I've seen it," Videl explained, while she chewed on her eggs. She wasn't displaying proper manners, which gave Gohan reason to eat like an animal.

Gohan swallowed hard. "It's nothing."

Videl did an eye roll. "Okay. Whatever you say. But if you know something that I should know, then you probably should tell me."

His full attention was on her, but it didn't intimidate Videl. Strangely, it reassured her. "You have nothing to worry about." He stopped, and swallowed his food. "I'm not bothered by anything."

She took his word, smiling a little. Soon, after what felt like ten minutes, Erasa entered the downstairs dining hall. She looked wide-awake, bubbly as usual and ready to dress up Videl as if she was a doll.

"Morning," she greeted, smiling.

"Morning," both Videl and Gohan replied, looking up at her.

Erasa stretched as she took a long walk to the seat on Gohan's right. "Mmm today's the day!"

"Oh yay," Videl sarcastically commented.

Salina entered the room, receiving Gohan's empty plates and taking Erasa's order.

"Why, you don't want to go?" Erasa asked.

Videl gave her the look—the look of a head tilt forward, a small frown, narrowed eyebrows and squinted eyes. "I don't know really. These things used to make me uncomfortable."

"Just don't worry about it," Erasa reassured.

Christina walked in, bringing Erasa's plate of food. Gohan, who wasn't interested in what Videl and Erasa were talking about, stood up and excused himself from the table.

Salina returned just as Christina lingered in the dining room, listening to Erasa happily chitchat. Videl was the only one who watched Gohan leave.

Gohan walked to the basement door, unsighted by anyone. The door he sought did not stand out at all, even though it was the exact same as all the others. The location was inconspicuous and unobvious, near the laundry room. He was certain that Videl had never come upon this area of the house. It was neat, but bare. If she did find this door, and had the curiosity to see what was beyond it, a lock that could only be opened by an alphanumeric combination would have stopped her. Of course, a ki blast could do damage, but the lock would not open.

The half-Saiyan pressed numerous buttons and waited for a soft beep. Turning the doorknob, Gohan entered the room, floating in air. He shut the door and landed on the stairs before making his way down underground.

His basement was similar to Raditz's. It was huge, just as his abode. It had a central area with a large table and leather, cushy chairs for anyone working in Raditz scheme to meet. It had other rooms as well. A few were places for Gohan to work on technological related projects, such as building or repairing Androids and robots. Others had documents, books, training equipment and accessories, and other things that he wouldn't want Videl or some regular person to see. Of course, what made this underground area different from any other normal basement was that there was a tunnel to lead him to Raditz's place. Sometimes it was more convenient for the both of them to travel underground.

Gohan walked to one of those smaller rooms that were branched from the central area. There was a large desk with scattered papers on it. On a black stand was a large map with faces on it. This time, however, red light did not highlight the map.

He stared at the contents, breathing softly. There were seven faces on it, three on them having large, red X's on them. By the label, Yamcha, Tien and Chiaotzu were crossed out. On the picture with a man with no nose, a baldhead, Gohan circled him and read some stats on him. Apparently, by Gero's information, his name was Krillin.

"Well Krillin. You're next."

The remainder were a green Namek, and two other stronger Saiyans. Gohan speed read through Vegeta's, but halted on Goku's.

Gohan wondered why his father would give him an alias Kakarott, when his uncle's real name was Kakarott. He stared at Goku's image for a while; he remembered seeing this man at the store and frowned slightly. He could have killed this man but for some apparent reason, Raditz told him that he would be last.

"Why? Is he the strongest?" Gohan inquired Raditz that day.

Raditz smirked. "Of course. You save the best for last." He didn't explain any further.

Gohan frowned at the memory. He had an odd urge to learn more about his uncle. Picking up various papers, he looked for any information on this man. Unsuccessful, Gohan turned on the laptop and entered Gero's database, which was just a fountain of information. Gohan helped himself to archives on Kakarott, or Goku, his preferred Earth name.

"Goku… Wife, Chichi. Son, Goten," Gohan read out loud, looking at a family portrait. They looked happy. Can happiness be achieved so easily? Was this why both Gero and Raditz encouraged Gohan to hurt them? Was it because Goku had happiness and people to turn to? He knew Raditz didn't like how good Goku was. "He's a disgrace to the Saiyan race," Gohan remembered. "And an absolute idiot." Gohan sat back and rested his hands behind his head. He tapped his foot on the ground, scanning through the rest of the information available.

"Brother, Raditz. Father, Bardock." Where was his name? Wasn't he Goku's nephew.

He looked back at the family portrait. Goku had a large grin on his face, eyes bright and shining. Goten, a little boy who appeared to be six, was between his parents. He was an exact replica of his father, with the same large grin and bright, happy eyes. Chichi, the wife and a mother, was on the other side. She smiled warmly, her face looking very maternal and tender. Goku held Goten in his left arm while Chichi carried a picnic basket. Gohan wondered how and where the hell Gero got this picture.

Gohan reached the end of the page and there was another picture. A young boy about 4. A boy he often saw in his dream. He read the caption underneath. "Son, Gohan. Deceased." He reread it twice.

Gohan stared the screen for a while. He knew. He had a strong feeling since his teens that something was not right between Raditz and himself. He had the dreams. Those dreams he realized, were memories of long ago. He knew.

Lies. Deviation of the truth.

The half-Saiyan frowned, shocked, yet not. "I'm not dead." He felt more weight fall on his shoulders.

It was around four. Videl showered, had a manicure, pedicure and facial. It felt rather girly to enjoy herself in these practices but it was not like Erasa teased her about it. Salina and Christina were there every step of way, aiding the blonde with what ever she commanded. Videl also had her hair and make up done. She knew that amused Christina and Salina since she fussed to see herself afterwards. Erasa had forbidden Videl from looking in any mirror until she was totally done with her friend. Now, Videl and the three other girls were in the rather large closet, getting Videl in a dress. Videl was only in panties, pantyhose and a bra.

Erasa kneeled down, opening the top of the dress. Carefully, Videl put her two feet through, keeping her balance on Erasa's petite shoulder. Erasa and Salina slid the dress upwards at once.

"Erasa, can I put on some shorts underneath?" Videl asked, sounding like a child to her mother.

By the look on Erasa's face, she wasn't surprised at all. "Yes, dear. You may." She looked at Christina, who in turn brought Erasa black spandex shorts that were rather short.

"Now do me a favour," Erasa started, looking at Videl. "Lose the bra."

Her eye twitched. "I'm not!"

Erasa made a threatening look. "Why? You're young. You're breasts aren't sagging!"

"I don't care!" Videl wailed. "I'm not losing my bra."

"Well, if it's any comfort, there's a built-in bra in the chest of the dress."

Videl breathed out heavily, which sounded like a sigh. She did as she told like a good little girl. She even refrained from making a sound when Erasa pulled on the tight chords, arranged like shoe laces at the back.

"Videl, why are you so quiet?" Erasa asked, looking for flaws on Videl's dress.

Videl looked down and then back up almost immediately. She didn't want to make it so obvious. "I'm not."

"Well, you're argumentative, but that doesn't count. What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Trust me." Videl hoped she was a good enough liar.

"Are you nervous?" Erasa asked in a teasing tone.

"No!" Videl hotly snapped. Her face warmed up for some unexplainable reason. "Well… yeah. I'm nervous about the party."

Erasa playfully slapped Videl's arm. "That's what I was talking about silly. What were you thinking of?"

She was really thinking about how she may be free after tonight. "Nothing. I think I'm turning stupid with all this hairspray in my head." Videl heard a snort.

"Don't make fun of my hairspray. Are you calling me stupid?" A pause. "No. Never mind. Don't answer that smart ass."

Videl looked down at her dress, watching Erasa cut out little threads sticking out of the fabric. "All done?" she asked, hoping to look at herself in the mirror.

Erasa nodded and headed to the door. When she swung it opened, she bowed, smiling. "You may take a look my lady. I hope you would be pleased," the blonde spoke in an impressive British accent.

"Oh wait," Christina suddenly said, holding a box. When Videl looked back at her, Christina explained. "Your shoes."

Videl warmly smiled at her respected servant friend, allowing her to slip on a pair of beautiful heels. They were red, simple but stylish. It wasn't formed like Barbie's traditional heels. Videl's had a beautiful crystal pattern running from her toes up to her ankles, which was attached to the strap around the ankle.

"Now can I go?" Videl asked, looking at each female. They smiled and nodded, impressed at Erasa's work and how wonderful Videl looked. Moreover, they were anticipating seeing Videl's shocked face. Call Videl their muse.

When Videl walked in the main area of the bathroom, the area of the double sinks and grand mirror, her heels clicked on the black tiled floor. Slowly, she approached the mirror, growing more and more surprised with her current image.

Her mouth opened in shock.

Let's start from the top. Videl's brown hair was curled delicately, attractively and pulled up. She did not know how Erasa did it. From a side-glance, Videl would see curls come down as if it were a bunch of grapes on a vine. It barely reached down to the middle of her back. On the top of her head, pretty white, diamond clips where woven in her hair, more especially where the trail of curls had begun. As requested, Videl had a slightly curly bang hiding a very small portion of her face. By her ears, two soft, small curls also fell down, along with other tinier pieces of hair by the bottom of her head. These ones were so short that it just came out, Videl supposed. Nevertheless, Videl was impressed with Erasa's job.

Her face, Videl knew, also looked different. Videl had opted for black eye shadow, deciding it would look better instead of red. In her eyes, blue and red don't mix. She was amazed, however, how Erasa was able to make the black fade into a white, sparkly shade. As Videl continued to look, she noticed her whole foundation had been tainted, or rather been mixed, with some glittery substance. The result was her face would glow and sparkle. Videl smiled, looking at her glossy, vinaceous lips. She especially thanked Salina for going on her side for not using hot red. She didn't want to stick out after all.

Videl began to check out her dress. For such a formal event, Videl was not underdressed at all. Strapless and mostly backless, the top rim of the dress began low, right above where the delicate part of her breasts began. The upper half actually fitted tight, outlining her breasts and sticking to her flat stomach. At her hips the dress began to expand outwards, gradually. By now, Videl couldn't see the reflection, so she looked directly down. The red material split in half, exposing the white silk underneath. Before she had a chance to touch and examine the little, crystal red and white beads along the lower half of the dress, she heard a voice at the door.

"Wow."

It was Gohan.

When Videl turned to him, his expression had incredibly changed that it had awfully delighted her, releasing a band of wild butterflies in her stomach. However, at that same moment, she saw him dressed formally, and her face had looked as shocked and wowed as his. Not fully aware that she began to walk to him, they met each other half way.

He wore black formal pants with proper dress shoes, for once. Moving her blue-purple eyes upwards, he wore a suit jacket, unbuttoned to expose his red shirt underneath. It matched the darkish red colour of her fabric and the tie he wore had the red and white of her dress. But something was off as she looked at him. His expression was rather softer than usual but she admitted that this change was becoming more frequent. His hair was usually spiked up, not gelled, looking softer than the caress of a cotton ball. Videl smiled, feeling her knees becoming weak. She had realized that he was very attractive, so deadly attractive that she had to bite down on her lip to stop smiling like a schoolgirl.

"Hey," he finally whispered. He gave her a real smile, a genuine smile. It warmed her, her heart pounding a bit more, sending unrecognizable tremors to her fingers to toes.

She turned to the mirror and in turn, he shifted his feet, standing behind her. "I thought attention wasn't supposed to be directed at us… me," Videl commented, trying to sound sarcastic and dry. The overwhelming emotions flooding inside her prevented her from sounding the way she wanted.

Gohan muttered something inaudible.

"What was that?"

Gohan's eyes never hardened. "I guess it can't be helped." That earned a bigger smile from her. "You do look really different though, with your curly hair, brown hair and makeup."

Videl coloured lips drew together in a line, displeased. "Are you saying that I was ugly?"

He chuckled. "No, not at all. I prefer you as you were." Gohan looked down at the box that he temporarily forgot about. The exterior was blue velvet, shaped in a rectangle. "You're the one who said it." He felt Videl looking at the box in the reflection, but he stayed silent when he opened it.

The next thing Videl knew, Gohan held up a diamond necklace and placed it gently on her chest. Her lips parted at the beauty of the extravagant jewellery piece while he gently fastened the two ends together. The top started from underneath her collarbone. It was gorgeous, Videl thought. There were three hoops—two small ones surrounding the large oval hoop. Within the big hoop, a piece of diamond strand hung down, and at the tip it was shaped off like a skinny triangle. Videl touched it gently, asking Gohan, "is it real?"

He nodded. "Erasa said jewellery was 'absolutely necessary'." He held the two hanging, matching earrings between his thumb and index fingers. "Put these on."

Videl did as she was told, and afterwards he fastened her diamond bracelet. Now, she was ready, but she wasn't sure if she could emotionally handle the night. He had somewhat similar feelings.

"Aww!" Erasa wailed. "Don't they look so cute?" she asked both Christina and Salina. Videl forgot they were there, watching.

Salina grinned, putting two thumbs up. "Yeah. Beautiful."

Erasa smiled playfully, full of life. She brought her hand out to shake Salina's hand. "Great work." Salina took it, smiling.

"You taught me well."

Videl rolled her eyes, walking to Erasa to give her ones of those looks—a look that told her don't be so melodramatic. "Thanks a lot you guys. I look really pretty for once."

"You know what this reminds me of… Prom," Erasa commented. This earned a frown on Videl's face.

Prom was a really fun night for her. She went with her best friend, Sharpener, and they had an awesome time. Here's hoping tonight would be great.

"Anything bothering you?" he asked her again, not really expecting her to tell him if something was ailing her.

She shook her head slowly, looking outside. Thankfully it wasn't snowing as Gohan slipped a long, black puffy jacket around her. When he got his on, she found his warm left hand and gently squeezed it.

Videl surprised her abductor again, but then again he knew that she was full of surprises. He hesitantly squeezed back more gently. If she wanted reassurance, he wouldn't be cruel to not give it to her.

"I'll be okay," Videl finally said. She allowed Gohan to lead her out of the house and into the limousine.

It was time to go.

GD's note:

A big DELAY! I haven't given this story up but please show me you're still there by reviewing! I've been so depressed and discouraged lately; support will be very much appreciated.

Next chapter preview (It is a LONG chapter; I'm not sure when it's going to come out, maybe around Christmas):

Nothing else was said for a second or two. Videl laughed lightly. "Pizza," she whispered. She felt Sharpener's gaze on her, but she hadn't expanded on her thought.

"What?"

She looked up. "Gohan and I really met in a gym. I lied." She gave him a look that she did often—her narrowed eyes and that cute, frown. Hope grew in her that Sharpener would get a clue.

He didn't. He was nonplussed. He wondered what was she talking about, and if she was trying to hit on him…poor fool. "Uh…" He really didn't know what to say but he did take notice of her look. It was so familiar. So vaguely familiar.

GD//kiss kiss