It Was Meant to Be

by BloodRed13

AU Gohanna is not your average girl, she's the first saiyan human hybrid ever born and a fierce warrior. She's into many of the same things other girls like, boys, shopping, boys at least she was until she meets Videl who's not quiet the tomboy everyone says she is.

7. A fire burning in her eyes

AN: Okay so first I'd like to apologize for getting this out two days late. Unfortunately I had to work on Friday (responsibility sucks by the way). And while I probably could have gotten it up early Saturday morning, I happen to have a new obsession that has also been eating up my time (for anyone who's curious, I've recently discovered YouTube's amazing Hannah Hart and her show My Drunk Kitchen as well as the rest of the Holy Trinity. My life may never be the same). Anyway, the good news is that you'll be getting the interlude next weekend. And yes, you read correctly. You will be getting all three parts of the interlude next weekend. While my twin was able to convince me to not collapse all three parts into one long interlude, I cannot stop myself from presenting it as I'd originally wanted to present. It is meant to be read as one piece, so I've translated that into you getting it all in one weekend. Look forward to it because I know I am. Anyway, if this is your second read through feel free to skip the following author notes as they haven't changed. Heck, if you want feel free to skip the whole thing (it won't bother me, as this re-write is really for me). As always, enjoy.

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AN: Okay so it's been a while, months, since I last updated this fic, but I haven't given up on it so thank you everyone that's been waiting on this chapter. Lucky for all my regular readers I have a twin and I might have made a promise to update this summer so this chapter is dedicated to my twin, happy birthday! Now I really want to warn you readers that this fic is rated M for a reason. That reason mainly being so I can write and use as many curse words as possible and not feel guilty about it, but I realized that most people don't like curse words so you will need to skip the first Vegeta section as I may have gotten really creative with my cursing and I may have gone a bit over board. Please try not to take offense some of the curses I used were simply put there for color and variety otherwise Vegeta would be saying the same two curses over and over again in one small section.

P.S. As always I don't own Dragonball z or anything else I might have stolen form any number of stories or series.

P.P.S. For the record, I am well aware that in the show Gohan spent two days in the time chamber, but for the sake of my fanfic I am ignoring that so if you have a problem with that little fact you really shouldn't be reading any type of AU cause it's in a bunch of fanfics.

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It Was Meant to Be

Chapter 7: A fire burning in her eyes

The sun's golden rays gently caressed the world below it, glinting off of the green world underneath its touch. Filtering through each vibrate green leaf, it casted a spotted shadow on the only home within a thousand plus mile radius. Each shadow blocked the sun's golden touch on the small home, limiting the light allowed to pass through each cozy little window so that only sparse amounts of light lit the rooms within the humble abode.

One occupant of the cozy little home was cast in the spotted shadows as she worked in the kitchen, preparing a feast for a small army or at least that's what it would seem to the outsiders looking in on her. In reality, it was really just a small breakfast for her growing children, a rapidly growing seven year old boy and a still developing eighteen year old girl.

'Eighteen,' Chichi thought as she finished off another batch of rice. 'My little girl should only be seventeen, but that damn Goku taking my baby off to that time chamber in the sky.' Chichi shook her head, still angry that she'd missed another year of her daughter's life. 'I should have killed the man myself for making me miss another one of my baby's birthdays,' she thought as she paused to look out the window, gazing in the direction she knew her daughter would be training. She could never forgive Goku for not being around to stop that green freak from taking her only daughter away from her. She didn't care if it was simply to train so that the earth could be saved, all she knew was that for a year she was left without her daughter and her husband.

But of course she didn't really want to kill her husband, she loved the man unconditionally and every time he died it was like another piece of her was ripped from her soul. If it wasn't for her children she didn't know what she would have done with herself after each death and separation. Even now, it was getting harder and harder for her to go on with life. Every day brought a world without him, and it was really starting to take its toll. But she'd taken the good and the bad years ago when they first committed to each other. 'No, it had to be before that. I knew exactly how he'd be the moment we met and I claimed him as my own,' shaking her head she went back to preparing breakfast.

'I just wish his bad habits hadn't rubbed off on our daughter. Constantly training even though it would have been easier to just quit especially after the stipulations I gave that girl,' Chichi thought as she delve down into a memory. 'After telling her that under no uncertain circumstances would she be allowed to train all day or pretty much anytime while the sun was up I thought for sure she'd stop fighting and be the scholar she was meant to be, because my baby girl is going to be a scholar not a fighter like her father. But even though she'd conceded the point and agreed to study during the day the next day I'd woken up to find her already up and training some distance away. I thought for sure I'd have to yell and scream and threaten her with the frying pan of doom to make her stay inside after breakfast but to my surprise she'd gone straight to her room and started studying,' Chichi sighed in happiness.

'Yep, that's the good, obedient child I raised,' she thought as she moved on to start a batch of miso soup. 'She may be too much like her father, but at least she'll study just as hard as she trains. I may love the man more than life itself, but that doesn't make me blind. I know my Goku was never the brightest apple in the bunch, but my baby Hanna is and I'll be damned before I let her waste her talents on fighting.'

'But Kami-sama help me that girl's just too much like her father, always rushing off to save someone,' she scoffed as she thought of her daughter's 'superhero' persona. 'Coming home late because she's helping fight crime, I don't know what's gotten into that girl. Saiya-girl,' Chichi laughed at the name. 'I just don't understand why she won't just settle down and start looking for a husband,' she thought as she finished another batch of rice, setting it off to the side so she could start working on the fish. 'That's what I was doing around her age, earlier in fact. I had a claim on Goku when we were about twelve years old. She's eighteen for Dende's sake, and I still haven't heard anything about a boy yet, and I really want grandbabies to spoil.'

Turning towards the window again, she stared out it sighing in the process. 'For a while there I'd thought she'd found someone. I mean it was obvious what that invitation to the party was. I may be old, but I'm not dumb. It was clearly her first date, but it couldn't have gone that well if Hanna's actions are anything to go by. She seemed fine for a while, not extremely happy, but fine nonetheless. Tired Saturday morning, but she'd still been in fairly good shape. At least, she certainly wasn't in that completely devastated state she'd managed to work her way into by the end of the day. I don't know what happened, but every mother can tell when her baby isn't feeling well. Considering she's her father's daughter, the only sickness she could possibly have would be a sickness of the heart.'

'Although I'm pretty sure I know what happened, I just wish she'd open up and tell me what was wrong herself. My baby girl shouldn't have to face getting dumped by the boy she's fancying alone. It just isn't necessary. She shouldn't try to hide this type of thing either. I can see the signs and this is the only explanation that fits. Trouble sleeping, loss of appetite, mild depression, my poor baby had her heart broken by some boy. While it was bound to happen someday, I'm just relieved she managed to get over the young man fairly quickly. Any more than four days of that and I would have had to sit her down and talk her out of it. No Saiyan should go that long without eating properly.'

'It's probably a good thing she's got this tournament to look forward too, but I guess we all do with Goku coming.' Chichi shook her head at the thought of her silly husband. 'That's just like him, he gets one day back on earth and he wants to spend it fighting. Arrrgh, that man, can't even spend his day alive with his wife and family.' Setting aside the fish, she went on to another batch of rice. 'But what can I do, I married the man. Now when did Hanna say that tournament was, seven, eight weeks from now? I think it was seven. That gives her plenty of time to train without taking time off from her studies.'

Chichi paused for a moment, pondering the situation her daughter found herself in. 'Well, I did tell her it wasn't a good idea to play superhero, but it doesn't look like anything bad will come from her little friend knowing her secret identity. What was the girl's name again? Vedal Sulton? Vadil Samton? No, none of those sound right. I guess I'll just have to ask Hanna for her name again. And I guess it was a nice gesture for Hanna to offer her flying lessons. It's always a good thing to treat your friends well,' Chichi thought as she turned back to her cooking, waiting for the tell-tale sign of her youngest waking up in his room upstairs.

Hearing a loud 'thump', she shook her head. 'That boy.' She sighed. Apparently both of her children were a little too much like their father. Her little boy, almost an exact miniature replica of the man, especially. 'Why does that boy always fall out of his bed in the morning?' Chichi asked herself as she started setting the table, Goten would be down any moment now and after glancing at the clock she realized that Hanna would be heading back about now too. And you could only keep two hungry Saiyans, half or not, waiting for so long. She needed to get a move on with breakfast. Turning towards the staircase, she watched her only son stumble down the stairs, too tired and hungry to have enough sense to watch his step during his descent. 'Looks like it's shaping up to be just another, regular day. I wonder what I should cook for lunch.'

Elsewhere, in West City, another individual was contemplating his breakfast. Vegeta walked down the long corridors of Capsule Corporations, wiping the sweat from his face with the towel he'd draped around his neck. "Woman!" he yelled as he entered an empty kitchen. There wasn't an answer. After another moment of silence, Vegeta huffed. "Where's that crazy woman when you need her?" Fuming towards the fridge, he pulled the door open and raided it, not caring what he pulled out.

'I train all morning and I can't even get a decent meal in the morning. What the fuck is this pathetic excuse of a planet coming to? That woman knows I've got to train if I'm ever going to defeat Kakarott. I can't be wasting time fixing my own meal,' Vegeta thought as he began to tear into his cold food. 'Dende knows I have enough trouble with his cockshitting spawn!' he raged in his head as he thought of the last time he'd spared with the brat. 'I should have had the upper hand on her, I mean, the brat's fucking mind was so damn far away from that fight that it probably needed an interplanetary permit to visit bloody New Namek, and yet the brat still manages to kick my fucking royal Saiyan ass. You'd think I'd be able to get in at least one goddamn lucky fucking shot, but no, every time it's a cockfucking swing and a cuntsucking miss.'

'And to make matters worse I get no damn respect around here,' Vegeta thought as he violently tore into one of the steaks he'd found in the fridge. 'First that fucking brat doesn't bother to take my damn advice, advice that I've given her twice already. Advice that will save her the trouble of succumbing to her feeble, frail excuse for Saiyan instincts when that pathetic half-blood finally loses control and won't have the restraint to not kill whatever meager human her Saiyan side's chosen for a mate, but I can't even get my own fucking mate to respect me. I'm the damn Prince of All Saiyans! Every little piece of human shit should be bowing down before me, thankful that I don't blow up their pathetic excuse of a planet, Dende's fucking non-existent balls!' Vegeta mentally cursed as he blindly grabbed for more food out of the pile he had stacked up next to him.

'You know what, who bloody gives a horses ass,' he thought as he violently snatched up another piece of meat. 'That brat doesn't want to take my damn advice then the next time I see her I'm going to shove it so far down her throat she'll be shitting bloody good intentions for weeks,' he raved in his head, too focused on eating to actually vocalize any of his profane curses. 'That's right, I'm going to fucking beat some sense into Kakarott's demon spawn, put my royal foot up her cockshitting ass to fucking kick her into gear,' he concluded as his hand went for the pile again, only to come back empty.

Grudgingly getting up from his spot at the marble kitchen counter in the center of the Brief's private kitchen, Vegeta made his way back to the industrial size fridge. Pulling the fridge open, he reached in for more food only to spot a note stuck to the back of the fridge. "What the fuck in bloody HFIL," he mumbled to himself as he ripped it from its place. One glance at the messy script and his questions are answered. 'Idiot woman, leaving me messages in the damn fridge, like that's the only place I'll fucking look. She could have left it on the door to my goddamn gravity chamber,' he thought before he quickly read over the note.

Veggie-pooh –going out for the day, got to grab a couple more things before Hanna-chan comes over for the month tomorrow. I should be back before Hanna-chan gets here later today to go over schematics for our yearly project so don't lose it without me. –Love Bulma XoXo P.S. Try not to consume the entire fridge while I'm gone this time.

"What the fuck does that woman think she's doing," Vegeta nearly screamed, fuming in anger at his mate's message. 'How dare she call me that, I'm the bloody Prince of all Saiyans!' he silently ranted as he balled up the note in his hand, burning it with a quick ki blast. Growling to himself he turned back to the fridge pulling out another random pile of food. 'I'm going to get that woman when she gets back, teach her how to properly treat the fucking Prince of all Saiyans,' he plotted as an evil grin spread across his face before he sat back down to continue stuffing his mouth.

Meanwhile, far above the Earth, above the white clouds covering the brightly lit sky, a tall green figure gazed out across the large blue expanse in front of him. His eyes noted the thick white clouds below the platform, their existence creating a pillow-like floor that one could easily mistake for being solid. Had he been a more whimsical man, he might have entertained the idea of ghosting among the tops of those pillow-like clouds, to pretend as if he was walking or dancing among them. But he was hardly a man, and there was most certainly no whimsical bone in his body or really any of the other bodies that his multiple consciousness had once possessed. And even if that wasn't the case, he still would be uninterested in walking on clouds. No, his thoughts were on other pursuits. Problems that he wasn't quite sure how to solve.

His eyes unfocused as he gazed listlessly at the seemingly endless sea of blue surrounding him, so unlike the foaming sea green of the home-world that only part of his consciousness had ever lived. Even after more than eight years Neil still dreamed of the green skies of Namek, still missed the suns that kept the darkness away from the green inhabitants of the planet.

But Piccolo was use to the many moments of nostalgia that were not his own though they were deeply ingrained in his very being, so stray thoughts no longer bothered him as it had in the past. No what bothered him now was the state of his one time student and current friend, his first friend, little Hanna-chan. 'Well, I should probably stop calling her little,' Piccolo thought to himself as he continued to stare at the vast expanse before him. 'She is taller than her father use to be now.'

Shaking his head to get rid of the seemingly random thought, he returned his mind to more pressing matters. 'Hanna-chan, what is troubling you so?' he asked himself as the sun beat down on his head. For the last week he had been keeping an eye on her, monitoring her ki and emotions from the lookout. If she was anyone else, this feat of sensing her emotions at all would have been impossible, but ever since she befriended him at the tender age of four they had formed a bond. A blood bond if Piccolo was able to put a name to it. After all, she was like the little sister he'd never have, and like any older brother he worried about her.

While he would normally not use his ability to sense her emotions and intrude on her privacy in this way, the circumstances seemed to call for it. So for the past week, ever since that eye opening Saturday morning when she had lied to him, he'd been tracking her in an attempt to get to the bottom of the problem.

'I just don't understand,' Piccolo thought with a slight tilt to his head as he gazed down past the clouds. 'Hanna-chan, your emotions have been all over the place. You were terrified and worried on Saturday, then sad, yet angry following that. And of course it's impossible to tell who you're angry with when you're by yourself all day.' He just didn't get it. He'd even gone so far as to keep track of her movements and some of the people surrounding her which had been a nearly impossible feat considering all of the extremely low ki surrounding her, blurring together like voices in a crowd. Somehow he'd managed it, but it wasn't like he'd had the option of failing. If there was one person he couldn't let down, couldn't fail, that would be the girl he considered his little sister.

Sunday she'd trained like any other morning. It was early, earlier then he thought she ought to be up just so she could train, but given the past couple of weeks it wasn't completely unusual behavior. He hadn't thought much of it at the time as it didn't seem like that fact would have any relevance in revealing what was bothering little Hanna-chan. Of course that was until he sensed the intensity of the training, but again he'd placed that fact on the back burner because in truth it wouldn't hurt her to have a couple of occasional intense training sessions from time to time. Unfortunately, the training session was long, longer than anyone should train non-stop at that level. Even Vegeta wouldn't train at that intensity for so long and everyone knew he was addicted to training, training pretty much all day every day. No, Vegeta knew just like his little sister knew that training like that was far more destructive then constructive. If done too often, it could destroy you. And this fact alone, seemed to push his worries further.

So he'd been relieved when he'd finally sensed the end to her training session. Although he could still sense the sadness in her aura, he'd let his worry lessen. At least that was before she'd powered up to what he could only assume was the power level she kept while dressed up in that idiotic costume of hers and took flight. As soon as she'd landed, he'd been able to sense an increase in her anxiety level only to be completely consumed by an overwhelming sadness. It was as if she'd been broken. He could only vaguely remember sensing a fraction of that sadness when she'd broken down over Goku's decline to come back to the living and that fact alone left him tremendously confused.

'Hanna-chan, what could have possibly caused you so much sadness,' Piccolo questioned as he'd reflected over the intensity of the emotion he'd felt. She'd been so sad that he hadn't been able to focus on anything else but that emotion, only her sadness. It had seemed as if she'd been standing alone drowning in her sorrow. A rather chilling experience.

The following day he'd been able to regain his focus as he again sensed her early morning training session, a repeat of the day before that he'd been glad was cut short by what he could only guess was her need to go to that school she'd been telling him about a little over a month ago. She'd gone, but he could almost sense the haze she'd been in by the strength of her sorrow and anger. Then, all too soon she'd fled the area she'd been in for what could not have possibly been the entire school day based on the complaints she'd listed to him previously. It had only taken seconds for him to realize where she'd gone. Back to that place filled with sadness, and anger, and desperation. She'd gone back to the same place as the day before, willingly immersing herself in an all-consuming, mind numbing sadness. He'd felt it before. So powerful he'd been lost in the intensity of the emotions, but he'd known he didn't have the same luxury as before. He could not lose himself in Hanna-chan's emotions. He'd be of no help to her if he did. So, with a determination he'd not had to draw on in years, he'd found the strength to focus and track the surrounding ki.

There were only two in the immediate area but one was noticeably weaker than the other, faint almost non-existent, almost unnaturally so. Though he could barely feel it, its weak pulse seemed to leave him with the strongest impression. It had an almost fierce energy to it as if it were fighting against its weakened state. As if it was used to fighting, and this was just one more battle. It was this feeling that immediately told him that whoever that ki belonged to wasn't meant to be that weak. No, it burned with an energy he'd never felt before. Not among any of his former consciousness. Not among any of his own diverse experiences.

Not only did it intrigue him, it also left him with his first clue to what could be plaguing his little sister. At the very least, it told him what her current problem had been. And over the next day and a half he'd been able to settle on one fact. Whoever that ki belonged to meant more to little Hanna-chan than anything else on all of earth, possibly the entire universe, past and present.

It was an easy conclusion to draw mostly because it was the only thing that made absolute sense with the facts he was able to gather from his spot at the lookout. The facts were simple. One, the overwhelming sorrow was always in the presence of that ki. Two, Hanna-chan was obviously skipping large chunks of school to be in the presence of said ki. That fact alone would've been enough to tip him off because although she'd complained about going to school, he'd also been well aware that it was more a facade than anything else. He knew her well, better than probably even Vegeta who spent a disproportional amount of time with her than most would assume. And what he knew for certain was that his little sister absolutely loved studying and learning. Even when she could skip studying, she never did, because truthfully it would have been extremely easy for her to just hop out her window and go train for the day or just relax. But that wasn't her. He'd never known her to willingly skip a study session of any kind so this was big news. But no matter how illuminating that fact was, it had been the last fact that had cemented his conclusion. It was the real reason he could assert with utmost certainty that whoever that ki belonged to meant the world to little Hanna-chan, because despite the pain and anguish she must have experienced, she spent every spare minute and then some in the presence of that ki.

So it had been evident to Piccolo, who had known her for the majority of her life as well as the majority of his own life, but figuring that out hadn't solved the original reason he'd started keeping a figurative eye on Hanna-chan. It had only brought him back to square one at least that was until Wednesday came around and while Hanna-chan had been visiting her mysterious fierce ki, she had expressed several of new emotions, caution, triumph, and fear. By this point the fierce ki was stronger, pulsing with an energy that mystified him, and although it was significantly weaker than any of the Z-Fighter's, it was still stronger than the average ki surrounding it.

That day Hanna-chan hadn't stayed long. In fact she'd headed straight to Capsule Corporations were by her ki signature and Vegeta's, she beaten Vegeta to a bloody pulp. Agitated was really the only word he'd been able to label her at the time and looking back he still agreed with the term. The following day she'd carried that agitation with her, but thankfully the intensity of her training sessions had dropped to a more reasonable level. If anything, he would have guessed that it should have increased but it seemed that although she was agitated she was no longer completely consumed by sorrow and anger. She had even managed to stay at school for what seemed to be the full length of the school day given by the sole fact that she'd left while surrounded by hundreds of small ki's, two of which seemed to travel with her as she moved at an extremely slow pace. He'd assumed those ki's belonged to her classmates as it made the most sense.

A little later the three ki's found themselves in the presence of the fierce ki, its energy so intense it seemed to burn him where he stood at the lookout. Unlike the previous times Hanna-chan had been in the presence of that ki, she wasn't filled with an overwhelming sense of sorrow. No, her distress had been replace with anxiety which while not nearly as powerful and all-consuming as the sorrow before it, was still immense. The visit wasn't long, but Hanna-chan carried the anxiety with her as she made her way home.

The next day found Hanna-chan waking up and training just as early as the past few days, but again the intensity wasn't as severe and while she wasn't agitated she was extremely anxious, an anxiety that followed her throughout the day. But again yesterday was different from those other days as the fierce ki was burning right next to her as it appeared that whoever it belonged to was a classmate. Her anxiety only seemed to increase as the day wore on until it was only the two of them in their section of the school and again Hanna-chan's emotions raced, progressing from anxiety to fear to confusion to hopeful and finally stopping on satisfied, almost happy in nature. And that was what confused Piccolo the most, mainly because today found Hanna-chan waking up just as early as every other day that week. It was clear to him that even after all of the drama and emotional exhaustion nothing had been solved. Something was still bothering his little sister and he had absolutely no idea what it was.

"Perhaps I may be of some assistance Piccolo-sama," a gentle voice brought him from his thoughts as he turn a fraction to indicate he was paying attention.

"So you believe," he relied skeptically as he glanced over at the young guardian of Earth.

"Hai Piccolo-sama, if you but divulge what is troubling you," the young Namekian answered.

Comprehension dawned over Piccolo's face, lighting his eyes, as he turned back to face the vast expanse before him. 'I must have let my worry show across my face,' he thought before vocally addressing Dende. "No Dende, I don't believe you can help me here, but I won't hold the problem back from you," he paused for a moment to grasp the words he needed in order to articulate his worry properly, mostly because he wasn't good with talking to others. "I am simply worried over Gohanna's present state of health."

"Oh," the Namekian's shoulders slumped as he continued. "I noticed that too and of course every once in a while I hear her name when someone uses mine or my title but there are so many that I still can't separate them all. I only get a passing glance of an emotion surrounding it and I'm just not sure what it could all mean," the shorter Namekian sighed at his failure.

"There is no shame in this failure. It took Kami decades before he could separate them all and follow any one person. You still have many years to master the skill," Piccolo replied as he attempted to bring the guardian out of his funk. "I will simply continue to keep watch," he continued as he turned his attention back to the vast blue sky and his thoughts, effectively dismissing the younger Namekian at his side.

Sensing that his presence was no longer required Dende slipped away once again leaving Piccolo alone with his thoughts. He stretched out his senses, searching for the all too familiar ki of his little sister. She had long ago stopped her morning training so he wasn't surprised to find her ki lowered to her standard rest level whenever she was in the seclusion of the mountains. He was however surprised by the presence of a weaker ki that on closer inspection was the same fierce ki that had managed to evoke such strong emotions from her before.

'What are you up to now?' he questioned as he prepared to leave the lookout in order to find out in person just who the owner of that fierce, burning ki was. However, just as he had gotten two inches off of the tiled floor of the lookout he paused as the weight of more than half of a millennium of experienced curbed his curiosity. He may have only been four years, well technically five years thanks to his two years in the Time Chamber, older than Hanna-chan herself but with Kami's experiences combined with Neil's and some of King Piccolo's old thoughts he had centuries of knowledge to pull upon and at the moment the small part of him that was still the old Namekian Kami was telling him now was not the time to meet the holder of that burning ki. So he lowered himself back down and contented himself with sensing from afar.

'There is no rush,' he mentally stated, 'I've got the feeling I'll meet the owner of that ki, the being that seems to have taken over my little sister's heart, soon enough.' And with that thought he went back to staring out at the great expanse before him.

Elsewhere, back at the 439 mountain area, hours before, a small black haired boy, hair wild as it blew around in the wind, was stirring up trouble chasing insects. The wild haired youth laughed and shouted as he chased around the bugs in the forest surrounding his home. "I get to learn to fly today!" he chanted over and over again as he chased a multicolored butterfly, hands flapping in the air as he followed behind the insect. "I get to learn to fly today! I get to learn to fly today just like you!" Goten shouted as he jumped in the air in an attempt to catch his prey in his outstretched hands. Clapping his hands together only to find he'd missed the beautiful bug by inches, Goten fell flat on his face with a loud thump.

"I get to learn to fly today!" he told the nearest insect as he flipped over on to his back. "You want to know why?" he asked in childish excitement to the bug flying above his head. "'Cause I have the bestest nee-san in the world!" Goten shouted in joy as he gazed up at the clouds in the sky, thinking about the day before.

'Yup, I've got the bestest nee-san in the world,' he confirmed in his thoughts as he remember the events of the previous day, when he'd asked his nee-san if he could fight in the tournament with her and their dad. He could still remember how she'd rubbed his already messy hair and told him as long as it was alright with mom then he could. 'I still can't believe nee-san asked me if I could fight,' Goten humped in indignation. 'Of course I can fight, okaasan taught me.' And that's exactly what he'd told her too. 'Nee-san's so weird,' he thought as he remembered the funny face she'd made when he'd told her, it almost looked like she was confused, and then there was what looked like she was angry but it went away really quickly.

'But nee-san's so cool, way cooler then Trunks' dad, Mr. Veggie-head,' he thought as he remembered how right after his nee-san had offered to spar with him some. 'And man I was doing so good too, I even got to show off my Super Saiyan form which really impressed nee-san, though she didn't go super to match mine,' he thought with a small pout. 'And then nee-san goes and takes it to the air and I can't fly so that was so unfair, but nee-san did promise to teach me how so now I won't be behind Trunks anymore,' he smiled too himself as he watched a cloud that looked like a dragonfly slowly crawling across the sky. 'Yup, nee-san's going to teach me to fly today along with her friend. All I got to do is wait for her to show up. I hope she gets here soon,' he thought as he got up, intent on finding more really cool insects to play with.

Running around again like a maniac, Goten was stopped from his fun by the sound of his nee-san's voice. "Hey, Goten, Videl's almost here, why don't you come join me over here."

"Sure, nee-chan," he replied as he jumped down from the tree he'd ended up in while chasing insects.

"This is pretty much the perfect clearing to learn to fly, plus it should be easy for Videl to spot," his nee-san explained as Goten jumped around the clearing, exploding with energy.

Ignoring the boring explanation, Goten continued to chase after bugs. It wasn't as if he really needed to know any of that anyway. Minutes later he could hear a loud sound in the distance. 'That sounds like those weird flying machines Trunks' mom, Ms. Bulma, has all around her house,' he thought as he turned to look in the direction of the sound. Moments later his theory was confirmed when he caught sight of a yellow and white flying thingy.

"Oh, that's Videl's jet-copter, looks like we're about to get our lesson started," nee-san explained as she too glanced up towards the noise in the sky.

'Jet-copter,' Goten pondered as his attention was caught be a bright green insect. 'I'm going to have to remember that one,' he frown at the thought. He hated trying to remember new words. There were just so many words to remember.

Finally looking away from the brightly colored bug, he nearly jumped out of his skin at the sudden appearance of a short black haired girl standing in front of his nee-san. 'I guess that's why Trunks is always saying you shouldn't let yourself get distracted. I don't like being surprised like that, it was kind of scary,' Goten thought as he looked at the girl again. She was short like Mr. Veggie-head, but she didn't look as mean.

"Well Son, I'm here, start instructing," the short girl spoke, making him rethink his opinion on her about being mean. 'She sure doesn't sound nice,' he thought, but he shrugged it aside.

"Hiya!" he greeted excitedly. He always loved meeting new people.

"Hey," she replied cautiously, her eyes curiously looking him over before returning to his nee-san.

"Oh, hey Videl, this is my little brother Goten," nee-san introduced. "And Goten, this is Videl, remember the friend I told you about?" nee-san asked as she turned to him.

Nodding vigorously, he gave a more extensive greeting. "Hai, I remember nee-chan. Your Videl, are you excited about learning to fly too, cause I was excited and now that you're here nee-chan's going to teach us how to fly like birdies. I want to be a birdie or a butterfly, but Trunks says that butterflies are girlie and I shouldn't want to be a butterfly cause I'm a boy, but I think that butterflies are pretty and cool like my nee-chan, 'cause nee-chan's a girl but she's really cool much cooler than Mr. Veggie-head whose a boy, so I don't think it's uncool to like girlie things cause I like my nee-chan a lot and you must like my nee-chan too if you're her friend so you probably think the same as me about butterflies and birdies and…"

"I think that's enough Goten," nee-san interrupted him before he could finish his thought, but he didn't really mind. Mostly because after a quick look at Ms. Videl, he realized she had that confused-amused look on her face that he got a lot whenever he talked to new people. It was probably a good thing nee-san interrupted him.

"You know you're kind of cute," Ms. Videl stated softly with a smirk on her face.

Blushing furiously, he gave her a quick thanks before ducking behind his nee-san, face buried in the fabric of her pants leg.

"Uh, I don't really know how to go about teaching you how to fly Videl, so it may take a while," nee-san warned Ms. Videl as she rubbed his head affectionately.

"It can't be that hard to explain," Ms. Videl replied with a roll of her eyes.

"Well, I can't really think of anything at the moment," nee-san responded as she moved over to a nearby tree, plopping down next to it.

"Well, you know how to fly. You had to learn somehow, start with that," she stated with a lifted eye brow as she too took as spot under the tree.

Goten glanced between the two feeling slightly left out of the conversation as he raced to join the two below the tree. One look at his nee-san and he knew where he wanted to sit. Skillfully climbing the seated form of his nee-san, he perched himself on top of his nee-san's shoulders. Sighing in comfort, he couldn't help but miss having so much fun with his nee-san. Now that she went to school, he didn't get to play with her as much as he was used to. He didn't really like it, but she couldn't go to school forever, could she?

"Ah, you see there's a little problem with that method." Nee-san's voice brought him back from his sad thoughts as she scratched the top of her head, skillfully balancing him on her shoulders in the process. His nee-san was so talented.

"And that would be?" Ms. Videl asked.

"Well, I'm pretty sure it would be a horrible way to teach you how to fly. It's not very safe," nee-san nervously replied.

"How exactly did you learn to fly Son?" Ms. Videl demanded as she leveled a glare at his nee-san. It was kind of scary and strangely reminded him of Mr. Veggie-head. He shivered a little at the thought. Mr. Veggie-head was a really big meanie.

"I was… kind of tossed of the side of a cliff," nee-san quickly stated as she ducked her head down causing him to tilt forward a little.

"Really, that is so cool!" Goten added. 'I knew my nee-san was the coolest person in the world,' he thought with hearts in his eyes.

"You can't be serious," Ms. Videl questioned, clearly skeptical of his nee-san's greatness.

"Hai, I am. When I was four and training with Mr. Piccolo to stop an upcoming threat to earth, Mr. Piccolo asked me if I knew how to swim, which I did at the time but I wasn't any good at it, and then he took me to a cliff, picked me up and threw me out into shark infested waters. I learned how to swim really well very quickly that day. He pretty much threw me off the side of a cliff over and over again, and had me run back up to him at quickly as I could after getting out of the shark infested waters with the threat of not eating for an entire day if I wasn't fast enough. It took me a while to figure out how to fly but I got it eventually. I just figured that would be a really bad way to teach you," nee-san finished her story nervously.

"You're so awesome nee-chan!" Goten yelled in excitement after hearing her story.

"One, if what you just said was true then your sensei was insane, and two if you survived all of that just what the hell are you," Ms. Videl asked calmly.

"Well, it's a long story and I thought you really wanted to learn to fly," nee-san stammered out, nervously looking anywhere but at Ms. Videl.

"Make it short," she demanded curtly.

"Well, long story short I'm not completely human," nee-san replied hurriedly.

"And that makes you," Ms. Videl pressed causing sweat to bead around nee-san's head.

"Saiyan, well, half-Saiyan, my little brother and I, our dad was a full Saiyan originally sent to earth in order to destroy and enslave the inhabitants but he fell on his head not long after arriving on earth and forgot his mission and because he was only a couple of years old he grew up living with humans and believing he was human as well as marrying a human thus you get the two of us, half-Saiyans," nee-san rambled, talking faster then he'd ever heard her.

"Okay, well you can tell me the whole story later. Why don't you just think of the steps that you take in order to fly so we can get back to the original reason I'm here," Ms. Videl said with a slightly confused look on her face.

"Oh, that's a pretty good idea. I wonder why I didn't think of that," she replied as she got up from her spot causing Goten to hold on a little tighter in order to stay on her shoulders. "I guess you just gather you ki and push it downward."

"And what is ki?" she asked as she too got up from her spot on the ground.

"Oooh, I know, I know," Goten stated excitedly as he hopped off of his nee-san's shoulders. "It's this," he offered as he produced as ki blast and shot it at a nearby rock.

"But I thought those were just light tricks from the Cell Games, how am I supposed to do that?" Ms. Videl asked with a sad tone to her voice.

"Don't worry Ms. Videl, I'm sure my nee-chan can show you how to do it too," he tried to comfort her as he went over to her and placed a hand on her leg.

"Hai Videl, I'll show you how. It's just going to take us a little while," nee-san assured Ms. Videl as she came closer. "You can go play while I show Videl how to do this little guy," she added as she tossed his hair around again.

"Okay nee-chan," he agreed as he ran off towards the surrounding forest, but before he had completely left the clearing he turned his head back just to check on his nee-san again. What he saw surprised him as he saw his nee-san shake slightly with what he guessed was nervousness, but what really caught his attention was the red that was growing brighter on her face. 'What's wrong with nee-san?' he asked himself as he stopped at the tree-line confused.

Suddenly he got a cool idea. 'Hey, this could be the perfect opportunity to practice my super spying skills. Trunks says I'm no good at it, but nee-san's always saying that practice makes perfect so since I'm no good at spying I can practice on nee-san and figure out why she's acting so weird,' he thought as he glanced around the clearing looking for the perfect tree to occupy. 'It has to be far enough away that nee-san can't see me if she's distracted but close enough so that I can hear what they say,' he thought before he found the perfect tree.

Climbing the tree, he sat himself in a high branch and leant forward in order to hear his nee-san's conversation.

"So how am I supposed to do that little light trick," Ms. Videl asked as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"Well, I guess we should sit down again. It'll be easier to concentrate that way," nee-san nervously rationalized as she sat down. She waited until Ms. Videl was sitting across from her before she continued with her instructions. "First you'll have to find your core and from there you just bring the energy out," she said as she closed her eyes, breathing in deeply before forming a ball of ki between her hands. It was so cool that Goten had to remember that he was spying and therefore could not shout out how awesome it was because it would blow his cover.

"Okay, so I've got to find my core and bring the energy out, sounds simply enough," Ms. Videl said as she squeezed her eyes shut and put her hands out. After a couple of minutes of just watching her shake with concentration, Goten's eyes caught a lady bug sitting just to the left of his right hand. Its black spots were covering an orange body as it slowly made its way up the branch. It was so pretty that he almost reached his hand out to hold it, and he would have done so too had he not heard Ms. Videl's sigh of frustration.

'Man staying focused is harder than I thought it would be,' he thought as he turned back to the mission at hand and watched the scene unfold.

"You have to stay relaxed Videl. You won't bring anything out if you're tense," nee-san instructed after hearing the sigh.

"You try staying relaxed!" Ms. Videl snapped, her eyes still closed. Moments later Ms. Videl opened her eyes with another sigh. "How'd you do this the first time?" she asked as her shoulders slumped.

"Well, funny story," nee-san laughed anxiously as she rubbed the back of her head. Goten couldn't see what was so funny, but maybe it was one of those types of jokes that Ms. Bulma always says you'll get it when you're older, those were always weird.

But maybe not as he didn't seem to be alone in his thoughts on this joke as Ms. Videl didn't look like she thought there was anything funny about it either. "Spill it Son," she commanded as her eyes snapped open, glaring daggers at nee-san.

"Okay, okay, the truth is I don't really remember the first time I used ki, but that was only because I think I blacked out," nee-san said with a look on her face that Goten could only remember being on the face of those people in the big white jackets whenever Mr. Veggie-head looked at them, but that didn't make any sense because Trunks said they looked that way because they knew that his dad was way stronger than them and they were afraid. 'But nee-san's not weaker then Ms. Videl, so why does she look like that?' he pondered while continuing to look down at the scene before him.

"What exactly happened?" Ms. Videl asked as she closed her eyes again in an attempt to concentrate.

"Well, when I was four Mr. Piccolo took me away to train, but I had never done any training before that point as I was going to be a scholar. Anyway, he told me that I had to train the power I had inside of me to help protect the earth. Of course I didn't believe him. I was four and I hadn't had any experience with fighting. So to prove a point he suddenly picked me up and threw me at a mountain. The next thing I knew was that I was on the other side of the mountain without a scratch on me. When I finally turn around I'd seen the huge hole that apparently I'd left in that mountain. With that kind of evidence, it was really hard not to believe him about the power I apparently possessed. Anyway, that would be the first time I ever used ki," nee-san finished her amazing tale of further greatness. Goten once again had a hard time trying not to shout out in glee how cool she was as the hearts in his eyes completely clouded his vision.

"You never do anything normally do you?" Ms. Videl asked from her spot across from nee-san.

"Well, I guess not," nee-san replied with a smile. "Anyway Videl, the only way you're going to bring your ki out is to relax. You can't force it."

"Look Son, I'm trying. Give me a break," Ms. Videl stated, frustration clear in her voice.

After that Goten sat there watching his nee-san gaze at Ms. Videl for what felt like hours, his attention wandering to the stick bug to his left and the big blue beetle to his right every few minutes until his nee-san got a strange look on her face that reminded him of the look she gets when she's studying from the really, really big books with the really, really small words. Moments later his nee-san started talking again.

"Videl, you really have to…" but before his nee-san could finish her sentence Ms. Videl interrupted her.

"If you tell me to relax one more time I'll show you just how relaxed I can get," she threaten and Goten wasn't sure how it was possible but she actually glared with her eyes closed. It was frightening. 'I didn't know anyone could be scarier than Mr. Veggie-head,' he shivered as he realized why his nee-san tended to act so scared around her. She could be simply terrifying.

To his surprise his nee-san didn't cower in fear like he expected her too, instead she sat there for a few more minutes with this expression on her face as if she wasn't quite sure what to do before her expression cleared and she looked as confident as she normally was. Goten was startled when suddenly his nee-san rose from her spot on the ground, circled behind Ms. Videl and plopped herself right behind her, legs spread out with Ms. Videl's back pressed up against her chest, closing the space between them. On closer inspection Goten noticed he wasn't the only one surprised by his nee-san's actions as Ms. Videl had a startled look on her face too. She looked like she was about to protest the position they were in except before she could say anything nee-san leaned forward, dipping her head down to speak directly in Ms. Videl's ear. Her voice was at little more than a whisper that Goten could just barely distinguish from his spot high in the tree.

"Relax and clear your mind of everything but the sound of my voice," nee-san began her instructions in a quiet whisper. "Listen to my steady heart beat and follow the pace of my breathing, slow and steady, in and out," she continued as Goten noticed the red tinge that painted Ms. Videl's face as she followed his nee-san's directions. Moments later, Ms. Videl finally seemed relaxed and calm as she breathed in and out at the same time that his nee-san did. It was kind of weird to watch, but Goten soldiered on. He was never going to get better at this spying thing if he gave up now.

From his spot in the tree Goten noticed his nee-san lift her arms from their resting place on top of her thighs to surrounding Ms. Videl's still raised hands. "Now focus on the energy in the center of your chest and slowly push it down your arms and out through your hands," nee-san instructed just as a bright ball of energy appeared in between their combined hands. The ball of ki stayed for a few seconds before disappearing into nothingness. Slowly his nee-san brought her arms back down to rest once again on her legs, her hands lightly laying on her knees.

The two stayed in that position for quite some time, just breathing in and out together, the sight unnerving to the young demi-Saiyan. He continued to watch until he could no longer take it, turning his head away from the scene in hast. It just seemed like he was intruding on one of those weird moments that until this point he'd always assumed only happened between Trunks' parents. 'It's like they're sharing the same breath,' he thought as he tried to forget how weird it was to see his nee-san like that, so caught up in another person. Distracting himself with the giant spider just above him, Goten almost forgot why he was up in the tree in the first place and started to get down. He only stopped his descent when he heard his nee-san's soft voice whisper to Ms. Videl again. 'Man, Trunks was right, I'm no good at spying,' he thought as he turned back to the scene before him.

"Videl, open your eyes," nee-san gently commanded as Goten finally notice the brightly glowing orb floating in between Ms. Videl's hands.

Squealing in excitement, Ms. Videl turned around in her spot after the ki ball had extinguished itself and wrapped her arms around his nee-san's neck. "I did it, I did it," she exclaimed in happiness as Goten watched the two topple over, his nee-san having fallen at the sudden change in their position.

"You sure did Videl," nee-san replied as her arms wrapped around Ms. Videl's waist holding her in place. "We should probably find my little brother and head in for lunch, that's enough for right now," she added as she finally let Ms. Videl go.

'Oh yeah, lunch. I forgot about lunch,' Goten thought as he hurriedly climbed down the tree and started running around the clearing screaming nearly at the top of his lungs. "IT'S LUNCH TIME!"

"That wasn't hard," Goten vaguely heard Ms. Videl say as he continued to race around, running circles around his nee-san and her friend Ms. Videl.

"IT'S LUNCH TIME! IT'S LUNCH TIME! IT'S LUNCH TIME!" he chanted as the trio headed towards the Son residence to enjoy a good meal.

It took them no time at all to make it to the Son house and soon Videl was making the acquaintance of Mrs. Son.

"Good afternoon Mrs. Son," Videl said with a quick bow to the dark haired woman in front of her. She was a friendly looking woman, decked in a brightly colored apron, her hair up in a neat bun on the top of her head. She looked stern yet loving and it was that warmth of a mother's love that had Videl lost in nostalgia for a moment thinking on what little she could remembered of her own mother. 'It's sad how the picture seems to fade with time,' she thought to herself as she pulled her hair back out of her face, the ends of her pig-tails having swung out in front of her face during her bow.

"Good afternoon," Mrs. Son greeted in return, a warm smile on her face. "You must be my Hanna-chan's friend. I'm sorry, but what was your name again?" she asked politely, giving a curious look to the shorter girl in front of her.

Videl was just about to respond with her name when before she could even utter a single word, Goten answered for her.

"Okaasan, this is Ms. Videl. She's so cool like nee-chan and she's going to learn how to fly like me 'cause nee-chan's teaching us both today and even though we haven't really done much I'm super excited 'cause we're going to learn how to fly like birdies and butterflies though Trunks says that butterflies are girlie and that I shouldn't like butterflies 'cause I'm a boy and boys don't like girlie things 'cause it's against the boy code, but Ms. Videl agrees with me and not Trunks that girlie things are so really cool 'cause we both like nee-chan and nee-chan's a girl so girlie things must be cool too like butterflies which are really colorful and are way prettier than that really big bug me and Trunks found last time he was over here 'cause it had really big eyes, like a zillion of them and wasn't as colorful as butterflies or dragonflies, those are really cool too, but Trunks says it's okay to like dragonflies cause they have dragon in their name and dragons are boy things, but butterflies are so much cooler then dragonflies and…" Goten's ramble was thankfully cut short by his mother. How he managed to say all of that in one breath was beyond her.

"Why don't you go get cleaned up Goten dear?" Mrs. Son interrupted her only son, clearly use to his long ramblings.

"Sure thing okaasan!" he replied as he hurdled towards the house and even from outside in the little clearing in front of the house, Videl could hear him bounding up the stairs.

'He certainly is adorable,' she thought, an amused smirk lighting her face. Turning back to the woman in front of her, she introduced herself properly. "It's Videl Satan Mrs. Son."

"Satan, Satan, Satan," the older woman mumbled her last name. "Now why does that sound so familiar?" At the sound of her question, Videl was once again reminded that she wasn't dealing with the usual family, one that knew more about her life and her papa then she was even privy to. It was strange in a freeing sort of way, not having to deal with someone who thought they knew everything about her before she even got a chance to finish her introduction.

"You've probably heard of my papa, Hercule Satan, current World Champ and self-proclaimed Savior of the World which after meeting Son here I know he isn't, but he's a good guy so don't fault him for taking the credit," Videl replied still slightly embarrassed that her papa had stolen the credit for defeating Cell. 'Kami-sama, I'd still believe that lie if Son here hadn't of walked into my life. It's a good thing that girl can't lie to save her life,' she thought as she quickly gave a quick glance to the quiet girl beside her. 'That's strange, why is she being so quiet?' she thought as her suspicious nature kicked in. She'd only planned to look over for a second, but having caught the pensive look over Son's face she couldn't tear her eyes away immediately. 'She looks like she's a thousand worlds away,' she thought as she was finally able to turn away.

"Oh, don't worry about that dear," Mrs. Son said as she bustled around the clearing, decapsulizing a table before she continued. "And call me Chichi, Mrs. Son just makes me feel old," she replied with a wave of her hand as if she was attempting to erase the notion that she could be old.

"Of course Chichi, is there anything I can help you with?" she asked, happy to be able to call the woman before her by her first name but unable to determine just why it warmed her so, making her heart speed up a tad.

"Oh no dear, you're a guest. You just sit back and relax. Hanna-chan on the other hand," she said finally bring Son out of her thoughts. "Why don't you set the table? We're eating outside today."

"Hai," came Son's quick reply as she hurried to complete her task. Moments later the table was set and what seemed like a feast was laid out on the table.

"It looks like you're trying to feed an army Chichi. Do you really need this much?" Videl asked trying not to sound mean but unable to find a better way to state her question. She wasn't use to being nice so she didn't expect any miracles.

"Oh, believe me, by the end of lunch none of this will be left," Chichi stated as she finished setting the last batch of food down. "Why don't you take a seat while I figure out what's taking that boy so long," and with that Videl watch Chichi head into the house leaving her alone with her daughter.

"So Son, is what Chichi just said true?" she questioned the girl in front of her who seemed to have developed a nervous twitch somewhere in the last five minutes.

"What?" Came the girl's intelligent reply.

"Is everything on this table really going to be gone by the end of lunch?" Videl clarified, clearly annoyed by Son's lack of attentiveness.

"Oh, hai, we Saiyans eat a lot," she nervously replied, a hand rubbing the back of her head, the gesture was obviously a nervous tick.

'I better tuck that information away and save it for later,' she thought as she sighed skeptically, still not convinced four people could consume the mountain of food in front of her.

Soon Chichi came hurrying back dragging a sobbing wet Goten behind her as she went to the nearest cloths line and tore down a towel. Videl had a hard time holding in her laughter as the older woman roughly toweled the boy off mumbling phrases like 'five minutes alone' and 'how is it even possible'. Whatever he'd gotten into Videl couldn't tell but it was hilarious to watch. So she didn't have a problem with just sitting back and enjoying the show.

It didn't take long for Chichi to dry the boy and soon everyone was seated at the table ready to eat. Videl noticed how Goten looked like he was barely restraining himself from diving head first into the nearest pile of food and once again wondered if what Chichi had stated earlier was true.

"Okay dear, go ahead and take a much as you like," the woman instructed as she began serving herself.

"What about those two?" she asked as she pointed to the two that hadn't moved a muscle. A fact that puzzled her as it seemed like little Goten was experiencing actual physical pain by not digging into the mini-mountain in front of him.

"Oh, don't worry about them. We normal people have to grab our food first otherwise it gets a bit tricky trying while they're going at it," Chichi waved her hesitation away. Satisfied with the explanation Videl served herself generous portions of everything in hopes of not needing to go for seconds slightly fearful of the hungry looks the two Saiyans were giving the food. Once Videl had served herself, Chichi gave the all clear and Videl sat there stunned as all hell broke loose. Chopsticks went flying as she watched Son and Goten inhale their food at a wild pace.

'Can they even taste it?' Videl wondered to herself as she mechanically brought food to her mouth, acting solely on autopilot. The moment her lips closed around the little morsel a world of sensations burst on her tongue. She was in heaven. "Mmmm, Chichi this char sui barbecue and Szechuan noodles are delicious," she praised as she quickly devoured her plate.

"Why thank you. I don't normally get compliments on my cooking while it's being eaten. It's a nice change," Chichi replied with a pointed look at the two Saiyans still inhaling large portions of food down their throats. In Videl's opinion, they were doing a very good impression of a vacuum.

"Well you should hear it often. This is all so wonderful, the dumplings, the zong zi, the yakizakana. I'd like to get the recipe to some of these dishes and give it to the cooks back home, all of it is just so amazing," she commended after finishing another plate. The food was so wonderful that Videl was almost done with the portions she'd set aside. She was even contemplating entering the hectic fray that was two hungry Saiyans to get another couple of servings.

"Oh, you have your own cooks?" Chichi asked with interest.

"Hai, I think there's about six of them, but I can't remember the exact number at the moment," she replied as she finished another plate and the fleeting thought of braving the flurry of arms became a serious consideration.

"Wow, and how many rooms do you have in your house?" she asked calculating, her curiosity peaked.

"Well I've never really counted, maybe sixty, probably more," Videl had to pause to think of an accurate number.

"And do you have any brothers?" came Chichi's hopeful question.

"No, sorry I don't. I'm an only child," Videl answered distractedly, just as she was about to brave the whirl of arms in order to get more barbecue. Luckily as she was reaching for the food it seemed like the moment in that particular area she was interested in had stopped all together. It even appeared to be keeping away from the area for a while giving her plenty of time to grab more food.

"Oh, what a shame. I was really hoping you'd have at least one brother my Hanna-chan could marry and give me lots of grandkids to spoil," Chichi confessed with a sigh, her obvious obsession with grandbabies unknowingly making two people at the table still, an expression of worry marring their faces for a moment. The moment passed and for a while the only sounds at the table came from the rather loud slurping and chewing made by the Saiyan duo. Finishing another spectacular plate and undaunted by her last attempt to get another serving of the delicious food, Videl slowly headed back into the fray, again receiving the same results as before. Happy at a job well done, she blissfully dug into her food only to pause at the next words that came from Chichi's mouth.

"Isn't that interesting?" Chichi stated off-handily.

"What's so interesting Chichi?" Videl asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"Oh, I've just never seen that happen before," she answered just as Videl finished another plate.

"What happen?" Videl questioned as she reached in again easily getting what she wanted while the two demi-Saiyans seem to avoid the area altogether.

"That, I've never seen the flurry of Saiyan hands part like the red sea or avoid any one area long enough for anyone to go in and get another serving. You'll have to trust me when I say I've seen it all. We've had enough gatherings with tons of food and lots of people and no one ever dares to go anywhere near what our friends have colorfully named the Saiyan feeding area which is basically anywhere their hands can reach. I've even seen someone try and almost get their hand bitten off in the process. These bottomless pits aren't extremely picky with what goes down as long as they can chew it," she clarified as she gazed curiously at the demi-Saiyans before her.

'Oh, I wonder what's different now,' Videl asked herself as she finished her plate completely satisfied. Once done she simply sat back and watched the mountains of food disappear at an alarming rate while idly chatting with Chichi. 'Wow, she wasn't kidding when she said it'd all be gone by the end of lunch,' she thought as the two Saiyans finally finished the pile of food in front of them and happily patted their stomachs.

"Wonderful as usual mother," Son stated as she got up from her spot and kissed Chichi on the forehead before reaching to grab a load of dishes. However, before she could scoop anything up into her arms, her mother stopped her.

"Don't worry about that, go on and enjoy the rest of the day with you friend here. I've got the dishes and before you protest, it will give me something to do before I start dinner so go on and get out of here," she said as she too got up from her spot at the table.

"Sure thing mother," she said as she watched Videl get up from the table.

"Yay, we get to learn to fly now right nee-chan?" Goten asked excitedly as he too hopped out of his seat, buzzing around with his arms out stretched beside him, imitating a bird.

"You sure do squirt," she replied affectionately as she rubbed her hand on the top of his head, messing up his already messy hair. "Come on Videl before Goten leaves us behind."

"Okay, give me a second," Videl responded as she quickly turned around to face Chichi again. "Doumo arigatougozaimasu, lunch was wonderful Chichi," she said with another quick bow before she raced off to follow the two Saiyans.

Before she got too far she heard a soft reply. "Such a polite girl," and continued on with a smile on her face for reasons she didn't care to contemplate.

Again the walk to the clearing was a short one and in moments Videl was standing in front of a slightly squeamish Son and a buzzing Goten. 'I can't believe this is the same girl that had the balls to get behind me and practically glue herself to me while ordering me around like she owned me,' she thought with a shake of her head. 'Where'd it all go?' she asked herself slightly surprised to find she was actually disappointed that Son's courage had fled.

"Ah, well, I guess the next step is to put what I said earlier to practice," Son said nervously, a hand firmly planted to the back of her head, rubbing absentmindedly. "In order to fly you pretty much just push your ki down and out beneath you."

"Can I try? Can I try?" Goten asked eagerly, hopping up and down in his poorly contained excitement.

"Sure, now just remember. Push the energy down and out beneath you," she said as she turned to her little brother.

"Like this?" he asked as he slowly rose into the air, wobbling shakily as he climbed higher and higher into the air.

"Yup, you got it squirt," Videl watched her smile happily at her little brother.

'Well if a seven year old can do it, then this should be a piece of cake,' she thought as she too focused on the energy she could feel pulsing in her core. It pulsed like a hurricane, a whirlwind of energy that she could barely grasp and hold on to. It had taken all of her concentration and then some to just push it out of her hands, but now it seemed impossible to move.

The minutes dragged on and yet Videl could not seem to hold on to any significant amount of energy. Its wild flow slipping through her hands at each pass. And with each failed attempt her frustration only seemed to mount higher and higher until the point where she just boiled over unable to contain it for a second longer.

"Why won't this work!" she screamed, opening the eyes she hadn't known she'd closed.

"Calm down Videl," Son pleaded with her, standing too far away for Videl's liking.

'Where the hell did that come from!' she raged to herself, unhappy at every little turn of events. "No, you calm down. Don't you dare tell me to relax. I am NOT in the mood," she huffed, crossing her arms in front of her.

"Fine, don't relax. Just do everything in your power to not learn how to fly. It won't make a difference to me if you learn today or tomorrow or next weekend or the next, but you're going to have to stop fighting it sometime and truth be told I'd rather move on to other things tomorrow. I don't see the point in wasting your time and potential on trivial matters," Son raged back, clearly having re-grown her backbone somewhere in the last three minutes.

"Oh, now you've got a spine. Well why don't you take that backbone of yours and shove it up your…" she began but was interrupted before she could finish her curse.

"Videl, my little brother is practically ten feet away. If you've got a problem with me then take it up with me but for Dende's sake keep it clean while he's in hearing range," she warned stepping closer to Videl with each word, bringing her within inches of the smaller girl in front of her.

"Well forgive me little miss perfect. I wouldn't want to taint your little brother with my foul presence," she hissed as she felt her heart beat faster against all conscious thought and reason. 'What's wrong with me?' she wondered with a mental shake of her head as again her heart raced with each step Son took towards her.

"You know Videl I've got no idea where this is all coming from," she stated pointing to the air between them. "But it needs to stop. Let it go," she commanded, firmly but gently.

"Let it go. Let it go. You fucking let it go. While I idle down here a damn seven year old is up there," she hissed lowly, being sure to keep it quiet enough that only Son could hear her while she pointed at the sky to indicate the boy who flew around the sky like the bird he wanted so badly to imitate. "He's up there flying like a damn bird while I can't get two inches off the ground without jumping." As Videl finally let go of what was really bothering her, she watched Son's face still, the anger fleeing from her face as concern blossomed to the surface. Seeing that look broke her and Videl deflated, falling to the ground. Or at least she would have plopped down to the ground if Son hadn't been there to catch her, holding her close.

"It's okay Videl. There is absolutely nothing wrong with not getting this right away. It's going to take some time and before you say it, Goten has been dealing and manipulating ki for years. You just started today, but I know before you leave here you'll get it," she whispered gently into her ear as her arms tightened around her. Videl just sat there, enjoying the feel of protection she felt while Son held her in her arms. It wasn't something she was used to, allowing someone else to hold her, comfort her. But somehow, with Son, it didn't feel like she was giving anything away. It didn't feel like she was making herself vulnerable to the world she knew could be so cruel. It felt…well, she wasn't entirely sure how she felt. All she did know was, with Son's arms around her, she could finally allowed herself to relax, truly relax.

'I don't know what it is about you, but with you I can just let everything go. I can just be me,' she thought as she slowly extracted herself from the other girl's arms. 'And I'm not sure I like it, this way you make me feel,' she thought as she once again stood up and closed her eyes in concentration, this time trying to keep that relaxed feeling it seemed she could only get from Son.

This time when she focused on the energy whirling around in her core it seemed as if the movement was a little less chaotic. It had a pattern that she could follow and flow with. So instead of trying to force her wild ki to do her will, she took Son's advice and stopped fighting with it. Instead, she embraced it. She embraced the wild, fierce forces inside of her and drowned herself in its warmth. 'It's so warm,' she thought as she vaguely sensed the brush of her hair against her face. All too soon she came up from the whirl of her own energy and found that it seemed more willing to bend to her control. And with an all too gentle push, she felt her feet leave the ground and she opened her eyes. 'Now it just seems too easy,' she thought with a smile on her face as she gently hovered off the ground.

"You did it Videl. I knew you could," Son stated excitedly. "And you did it a lot faster then I figured it out when I first learned. I'm telling you if I'd have managed to learn it that fast, I wouldn't have had so many shark bites and Dende do those hurt," she laughed as Videl came back down to earth.

"Well, we all can't be as talented as me now can we," she said with a flip of her hair completely unaware of where her playful attitude came from. She was only sure of one thing. She was most certainly not flirting. Videl Satan does not flirt.

"No, I guess we can't," she agreed, a smile still plastered across her face.

"Ha," she laughed before checking her watch. 'Kami-sama, where did the time go? I couldn't have been at it that long,' she thought as she looked back up to see Son just standing there as if she was caught in a trance. "Look Son, it's getting late and it's a very long flight back home so I should get going," she said only mildly surprised she was genuinely upset about leaving.

"Oh, well, what time should I expect you tomorrow," she began only to catch the look of confusion on Videl's face. "You know, you did agree to let me train you every weekend until the tournament. I just need to know because I'll be over at a family friend's place sometime tomorrow afternoon and I'll be there for like a month and I just thought that you might like to train over there tomorrow because it's closer to you then coming all the way out here. But if you want to train here in the morning I don't mind it's really up to you," she rambled her nervousness having rushed back sometime in the last few minutes.

"You know Son I'm getting really tired of all the secrets you're hiding. Fess up now or you can kiss your student good-bye," Videl said immediately regretting her choice of words, stupid Freudian slip.

Son seemed to deflate at the notion completely missing Videl's poor choice of words. "Sure, what do you want to know?"

"Everything," came her reply before the question had even reached her brain. "But you can start with who this family friend that you never say the name of is," she quickly recovered in her hope that Son hadn't heard the longing in her first response.

"Oh, that. I really just didn't want anyone to flip out on me because I think most people think it's a pretty big deal," she paused, but at the look on Videl's face quickly continued. "It's Bulma, Bulma Briefs."

Videl gaped at her for a moment, unable to think for a moment. 'Nerd girl here knows the co-director and current CEO of the Capsule Corps,' she thought, unable to fathom the concept. "You know the Bulma Briefs," she finally replied in disbelief.

"Hai, she's actually kind of my godmother," Son nervously stated.

"How?" was all she was able to ask, too stunned for any other coherent sentence to tumble from her mouth.

"Well, my dad met Bulma when they were both pretty young and they were friends ever since. She was like an older sister to my dad and when my dad got married she and my mother eventually became pretty close friends. I'm actually over there quiet a lot and our yearly project's coming up so that's where I'll be for a month," she explained.

"Only you Son, only you," she replied. "What will you be working on?"

"This year I'm not sure. I'm normally over there a lot more often than I have been recently because of school, but I'm actually going over there later today to find out and get my head in concept mode. It's a lot of fun coming up with new designs and we've been doing it for about five years now. Basically once I mastered the concepts of fluid mechanics, aerodynamics and thermodynamics," she elaborated happily, clearly enjoying the subject matter.

"You are such a nerd Son," Videl teased as she grabbed her jet-copter capsule from her pocket. "I'll see you at Capsule Corps at around three. That good enough for you?" she asked as she gave a pointed look at the girl standing beside her, eye brow raised.

"Hai, that's fine," Son replied as she watched Videl get into her jet-copter. "Hey Videl," she called just before Videl was about to take off. "Be safe," she said after she turned to face her. "And I'll have something for you when I see you tomorrow," she added just as Videl took off heading for home. 'I wonder what it is,' she thought with a light blush as she started on the long fly home.

Meanwhile on the ground Gohanna was looking up, following Videl's copter with her eyes for as long as she could. 'Hai, Videl will get a lot more out of training if I get her a set of weighted cloths,' she thought as she too lifted up into the air. 'Now what can I get Mr. Piccolo to make her that she might actually wear. Dad always use to wear a weighted shirt and boots maybe something similar to that,' she thought as she headed for the lookout in order to have Mr. Piccolo make the requested items.

Hours later Vegeta stalked down a long corridor in search of his mate who had recently just made it back to the compound. "Woman!" he yelled down the hallway wanting to hear her answer him instead of just following the feel of her ki.

"I'm in the kitchen Vegeta!" he heard her yell back, but of course he already knew where she was, he could feel her even if he wasn't consciously attempting to. He could always sense where she was.

'Now, I'll finally be able to show her how to probably treat the Prince of all Saiyans,' he thought as he entered the kitchen.

"Hey babe, what do you need?" she asked without looking up as she fiddled with a piece of her hair while standing over the high counter in the center of the room gazing down at a magazine.

'How dare she?' he thought as he quietly stewed in his anger.

"Vegeta, honey, what's up?" she asked finally looking up at him only to notice the very primal look on his face.

"So you think you can just call me anything you damn well please?" he said as he stalked towards her.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she managed to say as she nervously looked him over.

"I am not your fucking pet that you think you can just call me any bloody name your little head can come up with," he stated as he came impossibly close to her, leaving only inches between them. "I'm the Prince of all Saiyans and you will address me with the respect I'm due," he said as he captured her lips in a rough kiss, his hands roughly moving against her body as he pushed her back hard against the counter. He was going to give her a reason to remember his name.

She moaned as her hands came up to his chest, wandering up and down the hard planes of his well sculptured body. "Vegeta," she moaned and he smirked against her neck causing a shiver to run down her body. Then all too soon her hands weren't running up and down his body but instead were pushing against him making him stop his attack on her body. "Vegeta we can't do this right now. Trunks is in the other room and Hanna-chan will be here any minute now," she said as she kept a firm hold on his chest, keeping him at a distance.

"I see no problem woman. You are mine and I'll have you any time I want," he said with a growl as he went back in on his assault only to be stopped again.

"You seriously want your eight year old son to catch us in the act again, not to mention how many times poor Hanna-chan's walked in on us. Frankly I'm tired of having every person under the age of twenty catching us while you're having your way with me almost every time they come over," Bulma said as she finally detached herself from him. "Dende knows our son's probably traumatized by now. There's no telling what problems he'll have with sex in the future."

"Problems," he laughed. "The brat won't have any problems. He will simply know how it's done properly."

"Arrrgh, you are impossible," she replied as she hit him in the chest.

"Of course he's impossible Bulma. It's Vegeta what do you expect," Hanna-chan added as she entered the kitchen.

"See, I told you she'd be here and we would have still been in the middle of it, and poor Hanna-chan here would have had another scarring experience," she stated as she headed for the entrance to the kitchen. "I'll be in my office when you two are finished sparring," she instructed as she left the room leaving Hanna-chan with the Saiyan Prince.

"Come on brat, it's time I wiped the floor of my gravity chamber with your face," Vegeta taunted as he headed towards said room, Gohanna hot on his heels.

"You know for someone who gets beaten down every time we spar you're certainly in a rush for it to happen again. You'd think you might try to avoid a trip to the regeneration chamber," the brat cockily shot back.

'My, aren't you snappy today,' he thought as they finally made it to the chamber. Walking to the center of the room, picking a gravity for their upcoming sparring match. "Okay brat, enough talk. Show me what you've got," he demanded as he took up a stance on the other side of the chamber, ready to face off against Kakarott's spawn.

For a moment nothing happened as the two faced off staring each other down, but all too soon Gohanna lunged, racing into an attack that was far too easy for Vegeta to evade. 'Someone's in a rush,' he thought with a smirk. 'Looks like this match is mine,' he continued as the brat came rounding on him again. Her fists moving faster than the human eye could see. It was a good thing Vegeta wasn't human.

Gohanna continued with her rushed attacks, throwing two angry fists in rapid succession at Vegeta's torso and though the attacks were rushed, the sheer speed of them was keeping Vegeta on his toes unable to do more than evade and block the barrage. Undaunted by the heavy barrage, Vegeta simply set back, biding his time until he found an opening. Finally, as a fist raced towards his right side he saw it. Ducking down and to the right, Vegeta twisted around the brat's arm and jabbed his elbow in her gut from the side sending her flying towards the other end of the gravity chamber. She didn't get far before Vegeta was behind her ready to level a double fisted blow to the back of her head. Had his opponent been anyone else, he might have actually landed the shot too, however when his fists came down them met only air as Kakarott's spawn flipped over his head to land behind him.

Unable to stop his downward momentum in time to stop the blow that was aimed for the back of his head, Vegeta followed direction of the blow, unclasping his hands as he did a hand spring out of the way causing the brat's follow up kick to meet unoccupied air. It only took seconds for the brat's fists press in on him again, rage and frustration causing their speed and power to increase tenfold. He was hard pressed to keep up with the new intensity behind them as the brat continued to rain punch after punch down upon him. Eventually Vegeta lost the battle and soon found his face on the receiving end of a nasty haymaker sending him flying against the far wall of the gravity chamber.

It took a moment but he eventually managed to get up from his spot on the floor, wiping off the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth with the back of his right hand. "So brat what's go you riled up today?" Vegeta taunted as he rejoined the fray, his fists throwing jab after jab in rapid succession as he attempted to take the offense. Kakarott's spawn ignored him, instead focusing on evading each jab until she found another opening and ducked beneath a punch, sweeping her leg out in an attempt to knock him off his feet. It didn't work. Vegeta jumped back from the sloppy leg sweep, putting a little distance between them before he continued to taunt.

"Must be that mate of yours, riling you up only to leave you wanting," he jeered as the brat ran head first into him. 'Clearly I've hit a nerve,' he thought with a smirk as he rolled out of the way, twisting himself so he was behind the brat, quickly delivering a back-fisted punch to the back of her head in mid-twist. "From your reaction I'm going to have to guess that's a yes, but what do you expect from a puny human male," he goaded as he made to put a little more distance between them. He wasn't fast enough as the brat was on him again before he knew it. He found himself once again struggling to keep up with her.

"There. Is. No. Mate," Kakarott's spawn growled out punctuating each word with a fist, each hit breaking his guard and digging into his gut until the last one which sent him flying only this time he didn't reach the opposite wall. Instead his head was met with a double fisted punch that sent him barreling into the floor. Getting up again, Vegeta wiped the blood from his face with his left hand before he violently popped his right shoulder back into place.

"You can deny it all you want, but I can smell the change in your scent," he replied as he once again launched himself at her in an attempt to catch her off guard. "Hell, you've even got someone else's scent all over you. You simply reek of another," he laughed in mid-attack. The statement didn't seem to go over well as Vegeta once again found himself picking himself off the floor. Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Vegeta turned back to the brat only to be startled by the sight before him. 'Are those fangs?' he asked himself stunned by the picture of a snarling demi-Saiyan before him.

"There is no mate!" the brat snarled out baring her fangs at him in the process.

"You dare to deny it while you stand there and bare your fangs at me!" Vegeta roared back unwilling to allow her to lie to his face.

"THERE IS NO MATE! NO MALE, NO GUY, NO MATE!" she screamed back and for the first time in a long while Vegeta paused to think.

'She's serious about this, but why?' he asked himself before a light seemed to flick on somewhere inside of him. 'Well if that's all, I don't see the problem,' he thought as he prepared to yell back and properly knock some sense into the brat. "What do you fucking think you are? Some pitiful human scum restricted to the rules these human idiots set aside for the good of their pathetic mankind!" he yelled causing a confused look to draw across the brat's face. "You're a bloody Saiyan! Act like it and take what belongs to you!" he roared his power increasing with every word. "She's yours and you're a damn Saiyan so stop fucking around worried about idiotic human rules and expectations! You're a Saiyan and a Saiyan heart doesn't follow the rules!" he yelled as he ascended to Super Saiyan and charged her, knocking her into the wall of the gravity chamber with a wicked haymaker. It took a while for her too get up, but once she did the true fight was on as she wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and powered to Super Saiyan as well, a fire burning in her eyes.

Vegeta stared into those burning eyes, pride he didn't often feel bubbled to the surface as he prepared himself for the fight of a lifetime. 'Finally I'm getting the respect I deserve and all it took was a proper punch in the fucking face, but Dende someone needed to knock some damn sense into that girl. I, of course, am always fucking happy to oblige. Now maybe I'll finally get a bloody descent fight from the brat,' he thought before he completely submerged himself in the battle ahead.

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AN: So it's finally out there, the little push in the right direction for Gohanna and Videl. I hope you all enjoyed it as it may be a while before I've got the next chapter ready, but like this one the next one promises to be equally as long or longer. I'll warn you now, the next chapter won't be like anything I've written so far, but luckily it promises to focus solely on Videl and Gohanna's relationship unlike the previous few chapters that focused on how others saw their relationship. Sorry if it sounded a little british in the middle as I was on a Harry Potter fanfic binge when I wrote that section and couldn't bring myself to cut it out or fix it. I'm also sorry about how little we hear from Gohanna directly, but it just wasn't in the cards for this chapter. Anyway as always review, good or bad, if you have something to say I'd like to hear it. Sadly I'm not having anyone guess the starting character for the next chapter as it's going to be a break the mold chapter just to move the story along. But good news is I promise things are about to really heat up in Gohanna and Videl's relationship and you won't have to just get your kicks from the side bar that is Bulma and Vegeta. Anyway with the end of this chapter the story is more then half way done, but don't worry cause if you're enjoying yourself now wait until the real drama starts in the sequel.

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