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Chapter 3: The Run In

Son Gohan was starting to get worried. Videl had been missing for three classes now and the final period of the day was rapidly approaching. He had a feeling that she had not gone to the principal's office as told, but off to do something else. And judging by the feeling of impending doom that had been lurking over his head since the girl had left, whatever it was…was about him.

This meant only one thing to poor Gohan. Videl must have finally gotten fed up of his refusals to confess his feelings to Piccolo. There was no doubt in his mind she had gone off to cook up some insidious plot that would probably ruin his life. He began to twitch in his seat. There was no way he was going to sit through his final class, not with Videl out there with information that could easily destroy him.

He glanced at the clock. Five minutes until the bell rang. All he had to do was last for five…more…minutes.

A very pink face appeared in front of him so suddenly he actually threw his chair back in shock. The girl, a "blonde bombshell" whose name he did not know, leaned forward, her eyes alight with concern.

"Gohan? Are you alright?"

"Yeah," he titled his chair back into its proper position and carefully avoided looking at the girl before him, "Just startled me…that's all…"

She smiled brightly, "Oh, well, Gohan, you see, I was just, you know, wondering, if you would, like, I don't know," Gohan actually turned his head to stare at her, his aversion to the girls in this school suddenly forgotten, because of her bizarre, nervous chatter, "maybe, well only if you want to, go to prom with me?"

Suddenly, Piccolo was all he could see. A nauseous feeling swept over him and he had to look away from that bright pink face again.

"No, I'm sorry; I wasn't planning to go to prom at all…"

"Not go to prom!" It was practically a shriek. Several girls turned to stare at the demi-saiyan, their faces masks of horror, "WHY?! Is this because of Videl? I thought you were over her?!"

Gohan looked back at her and then slowly around the room at the enraged faces of the hormone driven teens. Despite his paranoia about her absence and what she was doing with it, he began to worry for Videl's safety. Somehow, he didn't think she could handle a joint attack from every single enraged female at the school.

"N-no…it's not because of Videl. I just didn't really want to go…" he smiled weakly at her, praying that it looked genuine. Judging by the look on the girl's face…it didn't.

"I CAN'T believe you're going to skip prom over VIDEL!" Her voice hadn't lowered any. Gohan sank into his chair, wishing very much that he could disappear, "WHAT makes HER so SPECIAL, GOHAN?!"

He just shook his head, unable to speak. If only Goku had taught him the Instant Transmission technique. Then he could escape all of these rabid, drooling fan girls by barely lifting a finger.

"What is going on in here?"

The teacher had returned from her brief bathroom break. Gohan looked at the ceiling.

Dende, I don't know what you did, but I owe you one.

The blonde girl 'humphed' and stalked back to her seat, throwing Gohan a nasty look over her shoulder. Hope rose in his chest. Maybe, just maybe, by saying he had no intention of going to prom with anyone; he had freed himself from the continuous harassment of the females of Orange Star High. He looked around the room. Most people were looking at the teacher as she wrote their homework for the night on the board…wait, no, there was a brunette looking at him…winking at him…fluttering her eyelashes…ugh.

Apparently not.

When the bell rang, Gohan made sure he was the first student to leave the room by inserting a little saiyan speed into his walk. In the hall, he took off towards the nearest exit; ignoring the complaints of the students he jostled in his hurry to escape the school. Videl had had too much time to plot. He had to catch her while he still had his dignity…and his best friend.



Vegeta sensed Gohan leave his school exactly a half an hour after Videl took off with his wife. He knew exactly where the devious female pair was going and he was fairly sure Gohan had guessed it too, judging by the speed he was travelling. It was remarkable, when the boy let loose, how powerful he could become. Vegeta could acknowledge that. However, unfortunately for the demi-saiyan, the older man had been training quite hard and thought it was about time to test his powers.

The Saiyan Prince had been contemplating how to get Gohan to truly fight him for months now. Sure, the teen would spar with him…but the fight he put up was nothing compared to his true power. If Vegeta had to guess, he would bet that Gohan with held at least a good two-thirds of his strength whenever they sparred. Vegeta didn't want a third of the near legendary strength. He wanted to experience the full power of the insanely gifted boy.

And now, with a little help from two stupid human women, he was about to get it.

Gohan passed over Capsule Corp. with such enormous speed that Vegeta barely had time to get in his way. The boy literally exploded to a stop, his energy hissing violently around him. The two regarded each other for a moment before the older man spoke, his voice dripping with triumph.

"Going somewhere? Your mother wouldn't be pleased to see you skipping class."

"It's none of your business, Vegeta," Gohan snapped in return, moving slightly to the right. Vegeta smirked. Apparently the teen thought he could make a run for it.

"I don't think so, boy," he said softly, watching Gohan's eyes narrow as he moved again to block his path, "You're not going anywhere until I'm satisfied."

"Satisfied?" Gohan didn't bother sliding sideways this time. He began to float forward, his dark eyes full of the type of violence Vegeta hadn't seen in years and certainly not in the gaze of anyone from Earth. For a brief second he considered getting out of the fuming demi-saiyan's way. Almost.

"Yes," he fired back, "satisfied."

"And what makes you think you can keep me here?" This sentence came out in the form of a snarl. Vegeta realized he was pushing his luck, toying with one of his biggest rivals the way he was. But this was his only chance. This was the only opportunity he was ever going to get to pit himself against the boy he had watched become arguably the most powerful fighter in the universe.

He had to grab it…even if it was by the horns.

"Well, Gohan…why don't we just ask your dear Namekian friend?"

A/N: You see, Vegeta's not trying to torture Gohan…he just wants to test his strength! He's not being evil…just a spoiled brat.

…Oh Vegeta.

Anyways, yeah I know I said an update wouldn't come soon, but I've had all this free time and I've been so inspired so I figured…what the hell?

And yes, I did have to repost this fic. My account got really fucked up for some reason. So yeah…sorry. I'll try not to let it happen again.