Author's Note: Due to how short this entry is I've decided to post two today. To help make up for it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z. At all. I only own my fond childhood memories of it and some of the movies on DVD.
Fight 19
How to Catch More Flies
Videl hated that Erasa had made a good point about Gohan. Her friend admitted that it's unlikely anyone else fit the description of the Gold Fighter so well, but still told her off. Gohan was very nice and hadn't earned such a level of ire. Especially only on Videl's circumstantial evidence. So she agreed to ease up on him a little. Which is why she only glared at him briefly as she entered first period class.
The teenage crime-fighter wasn't afraid to admit to herself that being nicer to Gohan would be fun. It would throw him for a loop and she liked that. Was it petty? Perhaps. Plus she might get more answers this way by getting him to drop his guard. "Good morning, Vi," Erasa waved at her in her normal bubbly mood. She smiled slightly and waved back as she neared.
"Hey babe," Sharpner, ever the one to not learn his lesson, decided to try his luck once more. He should have remembered that Videl wasn't a morning person. It only took a moment for him to feel a pain in his gut that came from her elbow. It forced him to sit down in his seat.
"Don't call me babe, Sharpner." Videl walked by him and ignored his wheezing. Allowing a smirk she stopped in front of Gohan and drank in his nervous expression, "Good morning Gohan." She spoke normally to him and refrained from even glaring at him. Enjoying his shock she sat down in her own seat. The way he glanced at her in confusion made it worth listening to Erasa.
Word Count: Approx. 275
