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 37
Distracted

Videl was well aware how little attention she was paying in her classes. The events at the bank plagued her. She didn't even bother keeping up her cold shoulder act towards Gohan. Of course she wasn't oblivious to the possible connection between the Gold Fighter and Saiyaman. At the same time it was only a theory not backed by any evidence.

Though, she admitted to herself, the link between her classmate and the Gold Fighter was tenuous at best. The strongest connection was the OSHS badge. Without that badge his identical clothing could easily be coincidental. Unlikely but coincidence all the same. As could them being around the same approximate height.

"Vi? Hel-looo?" Erasa waved a hand in front of her best friends face.

Videl blinked and looked at her best friend, eyebrow raised. "What?"

"She lives!" The blonde dramatically swooned with the back of her hand to her forehead. "I was worried you were brain dead." A grin flickered across her face before returning to an expression of faked sadness.

Erasa ignored the swift deadpan that Videl gave her and continued on. Burying her face in her hands, "I thought I had lost you forever more! Never to return to this plane of conscious thought!"

"I'm sorry I've been otherwise distracted," Videl replied dryly.

Immediately Erasa looked up at her best friend mischievously. It was the look that always, without fail, told Videl to run. If only that worked. She knew it didn't from personal experience. The teenager crime fighter shifted uncomfortably.

"My Videl has finally grown up. She has a boy on the brain."

She hastily refuted it, but her inability to look Erasa in the eyes spoke volumes.


Word Count: Approx. 290