Chapter Three

The Return of Mister Shu

"Mock examinations!"

The slog of Monday morning had travelled well into Tuesday afternoon. It was after lunch, and the fourth years were called into the stuffy gymnasium for a 'talk' on their upcoming mock exams in July. Gohan was sat crosslegged at the back of the hall with Lime, his eyes fixed forward as the sun streamed through the dusty single glazing; casting whips of shadows upon the chipped wooden floor.

"These exams will test your knowledge and skill to its very limits!" The deputy head, Mister Adler cried, his voice echoing over the hall. He was a tall man, that would have looked more threatening were it not for his baggy knitted cardigan and wavering toupee that seemed to jump several centimetres off his head as he changed the direction of his pacing.

"Each word you write and equation you solve will decipher the rest of your academic fate!" He bellowed, his toupee positively leaping from his scalp, "Yes, yes, they may be called 'mock' examinations but they are examinations none the less! This is your chance to enrich your minds and challenge yourself before the next year comes and your destiny is sealed!"

"Honestly, it would be more threatening if we hadn't already heard the same speech over twenty times," Lime whispered in his ear with a yawn.

"Shh," said a girl named Lucy Chao in the row in front, "You'll miss the best bit, he's gonna start ranting about his divorce in a second!"

"And what should happen Sir, if I fail these exams I hear you ask?" Adler chimed, "Well students, you'll have the time of your life at first, travel the world, go to a few strip bars until you finally meet the one. You'll get her pregnant, get a good job in the middle of nowhere to support her and the kids that you don't even think are yours; just because someone couldn't be away from her mother. You'll wind up with thousands worth of debt because the bitch stole it all and what are you left with? Nothing! Then YOU get asked why your such a failure George? When did you become less of a man George?! Well I'll tell you why you bi-"

Thankfully, before his lecture got a rating; Mister Paisley intervened by escorting Adler off into the corridor before addressing the fourth years further. "Thank you Mister Adler for that inspiring speech," he coughed awkwardly, starting a round of applause that rippled slowly throughout the hall.

"Brilliant," Gohan chuckled.

"Poor bloke," Lime quipped, clapping enthusiastically as Paisley started to gesture to the side of him.

Gohan hadn't noticed the man slip into the room; but he couldn't help but think he looked familiar. He was a stocky gentleman, with an afro of tight black curls atop his head. He wore a midnight blue traditional eastern robe over black pleated trousers. He eyed the room with beady eyes behind horned rimmed spectacles; his eyes seemed to rest on the young saiyan, and a thin smirk protruded beneath his moustache.

"Students," Paisley started as the man made his way forward, "As academics, we have come to realise that our school isn't achieving at what it should be. We feel that you can all do better in next years exams; which is why the Headmaster has decided to start now, by recruiting a tutor that will help you through your mocks. These classes will take place every Monday, Wednesday and Friday with you fourth years and will be dictated by Mister Shu."

Something clicked in the back of Gohan's memories, images of a younger Shu standing tall with a cane and a wicked smile. It couldn't be.

"You're joking!" Gohan said loudly, causing his classmates to laugh around him.

"Mister Son-!" Paisley started, but was interrupted by the notorious Shu.

"Thank you, Mister Paisley, but I will handle this," Shu stated in his thick tone that Gohan remembered all too well. "Well Son it seems we meet again, but this time your mummy isn't around to stick up for you is she?"

He could feel Lime's worried gaze upon him, but Gohan refused to tear his eyes away from Shu.

"I see your insolence hasn't wavered," he continued, "But never fear my boy I fully intend to stamp it out of you by the end of the year."

The young saiyan intensified his glare, but it seemed not to faze the man.

"Now my dear children," Mister Shu continued, as several students shoot each other astounded glances, "Though it is clear to me that such violent gang leaders such as Mister Son are looked up to with high esteem by your young, impressionable selves… insolence will NOT be tolerated in my classes, or indeed while I am present at this school."

"My job, is to educate your minds so that you pass your exams; failure to attend my lessons will be severely punished," said Shu, Gohan noticed a few of the staff exchange glances.

"By detention of course," he added finally with a sickening chuckle, allowing a couple of students to breathe a sigh of relief.

It was only when Shu's long speech was over and the final bell had rang for the day did Gohan express just how he felt about the whole situation.

"Wow, do you want to repeat that?" Lime quipped after the teen had finished his angered and very colourful rant, "because I think there were a few people in Satan City that didn't quite hear you."

"Urgh!" Gohan huffed, kicking a nearby boulder so that it crumbled to the ground, "He's just such a prat!"

They were walking up the path that led the long way around the village, drinking in the sun that drenched the valley's in a summer heat. Gohan had been in a significantly bad mood for the rest of the day, despite his best friend trying to cheer him up.

"Okay, so he's a got lust for capital punishment and has a weird obsession with you, what's so bad about him?" she asked.

Gohan sighed, delving into the horrific weeks of private tutoring that he had endured with Shu several years ago.

When he had finished, Lime let out a low whistle. "Ooh okay, so we're dealing with a real psychopath here."

"Exactly," said Gohan, "Honestly, I never thought I'd see the git again and now we're stuck with him three times a week!"

"Aww come on blondie," she winked, "You've still got me! We'll figure out a way to make him retire early I'm sure. Right after you teach me how to dance of course!"

With that she skipped off in front of him, performing a rather dodgy pirouette so that her school satchel swung about her.

The young saiyan rolled his eyes, "I told you Lime you can't come to the ball."

"Why not?" she pouted, still twirling, "It will be faaabulouuus!"

"You can't," said Gohan, "As much as I want you to, Bulma asked me to go with her to meet all these executives and make sure she doesn't suddenly give birth all over the dance floor."

"Fine," she huffed, running back and linking arms with him, "Go do your boring science thing."

"I will," he chuckled, "Besides, could you imagine the teasing I would get if I took you as my date?"

Lime grinned as they approached their destination, "Yeah you're right, I suppose you get enough of that already."

Gohan smiled thankfully as they walked up the stone flagged steps leading to her family green grocer's. The small thatched roof building hadn't changed at all in the years Gohan had known it. It stood proudly by the edge of the forest, and lay amongst the fields in which Mister Lao grew his fruit and vegetables to sell. Large wooden barrels and sweeping brushes leaned up the side of the building, along with the wood store that Gohan had completely stocked up for them the week before.

The first floor of the Lao's was dedicated solely to the business, with a long wooden counter at the back of the room and homemade jars of chutney, jams and branded tins of whole foods were placed on shelves that lined the walls. Out the back, was a a patio that looked over the fields; in which he had spent many a time watching the sunset with them both.

Upstairs, was where Lime and her grandfather lived. There was a small kitchen and dining space, along with a living room, bathroom and two bedrooms for each of them. Gohan; to Mister Lao's knowledge, had only been invited to use the kitchen and bathroom facilities, although he had seen the inside of Lime's bedroom numerous times over the past weeks whilst he was out.

Lime's room was particularly spacious; decorated with an array of band posters and was messy beyond belief. She had a small balcony beneath her window, that Gohan could easily land and take off from without being spotted.

"Hiya Gramps!" Lime called, barging into the shop and leaving the bell above the door tinkering.

Mister Lao looked up from where he was polishing the counter, his wrinkled face breaking into a beaming smile at the sight of them.

Gohan had always thought it rude to ask just how old the man was, but guessed he was at least in his mid-seventies. Even so, Mister Lao was always up for a friendly spar with Gohan, and was showing no signs of letting up anytime soon.

"Lime, my darling girl," he doted, discarding his cloth and embracing his granddaughter, "and Gohan my lad, taking a break from crime fighting to visit are we?"

"Something like that," the halfling chuckled, clasping the man's hand with his own.

"Why don't you nip upstairs and put the kettle on petal?" Mister Lao asked his granddaughter, "I think its time I shut down shop and then you can tell me all about your day."

Ten minutes later and with three steaming mugs of tea in front of them, did the pair finish their tale of the dreaded Mister Shu.

"Well he does seem rather frightful doesn't he?" Mister Lao quipped, taking a sip of his tea.

"The horror starts next Monday," said Gohan in a dull tone.

"Well I must say it'll make school a little more interesting for you two," The old man chuckled, with a glint in his eye, "So have you thought of a way of how you're going to get him?"

Gohan exchanged a mischievous grin with Lime; Mister Lao may have been an old boy, but he was a sly dog when he wanted to be.

"Not yet," said Lime, "got any ideas gramps?"

"Well, I may have a few ideas left up my sleeve," he winked, "But don't let get them get you into too much trouble."

The fortnight quickly came and went, and still Gohan and Lime had had no luck in getting Shu to quit his job. His lessons were always endlessly boring, and poor Gohan found himself being picked on in every way possible. Just last week did he all but sneeze and receive a detention for 'disruption'.

Shu had fast learned that Lime was in cahoots with the young saiyan and picked on her almost as badly; sending her to the Headmaster's office for 'fornicating in class', when all she did was brush Gohan's arm to ask him for a spare pencil.

Despite Mister Lao's help, the teenager's had failed to prank their teacher successfully. Shu always seemed to be one step ahead of them, and seemed to know every trick in the book. From a whoopee cushion on his seat to planting a racoon in his office; Shu had nipped it in the bud quicker than you could say super saiyan.

After another tiring and unsuccessful Monday, Gohan parted ways with Lime at the school gates before heading to Capsule Corporation. It was the week of the Charity Gala, and the young saiyan was due to try on the suit Bulma had picked out for him for the occasion.

Feeling like letting out a little pent up frustration, Gohan decided to fly the long way round to West City. Gathering speed and performing loop-de-loops in the air, the teenager found himself feeling a little better. Gohan loved flying, finding the breeze that whipped through his hair cool and soothing, even in the summer sun. June was now upon them, and with it brought a heat that made Gohan discard his school tie half way through his flight and stuff his blazer in his rucksack.

Another round of somersaults later, and the halfling suddenly stopped mid-air as a barrage of whirring sirens reached his ears. Looking down curiously, Gohan found that he was about two-hundred metres above Satan City; a growing metropolis that was now more heavily populated with tourists than locals.

Gohan had only visited a handful of times; mainly when the City was under its previous name, but had never given a thought as to the crime rate this far East. But by the looks of things, it wasn't exactly at it's lowest.

A loud crash shook the teen out of his thoughts; as a police car swerved and collided with a nearby building. Glass and debris covered the pavement, as a small fire set alight at the bonnet of the car; yet the police inside managed to escape.

Gohan couldn't believe his eyes as he followed the chase down the dual carriageway; more than fifty police cars screeched after a hefty white van with what looked like several thugs inside. Another police vehicle attempted to cut them off; yet the van sped through over the other side of the road, causing a rapid built up of terrified motorists that slammed to a halt to avoid them.

A helicopter chugged and whirred overhead, sporting a news channel logo and capturing the scene unfolding below. Another explosion filled the air, as two more cars swerved to avoid the thugs and crashed into each other.

They were speeding further into the city, and Gohan instinctively followed, pressing the small button on his wrist watch and transforming simultaneously. Golden hair flanked his visor and black and blue bodice, his golden aura streaking after him as he hurtled past another helicopter that seemed to suddenly appear above him. The teenager hadn't given a second thought to the bright yellow jet with a bold insignia of 'SATAN' polished on its bodice. That is until he heard a loud; "Alright Sarge, I'm going in!"

Gohan couldn't believe his eyes when a girl dropped from the sky. Literally dropped.

By this point, it was at least a twenty foot fall, and the girl; who looked to be around his age, jumped from her helicopter to the ground below.

He called out in desperation, made to make a grab for her; when her boots effortlessly clanged on the roof of the speeding van.

"Woah…" was all Gohan could muster, as he watched her balance perfectly on top of the vehicle, the thugs having not noticed their extra passenger.

She was, the young saiyan noticed, extremely pretty; with mid-length ebony hair tied into low pigtails and startling sapphire eyes. She wore tight spandex shorts which showed off her strong thighs, and a baggy white t-shirt over her torso. Gohan could just make out an Orange Star High School badge attached to the bottom of her shirt, and noticed that she sported black fingerless gloves that he was positive were weighted.

Gohan's mouth ran dry when he saw the fierce look of determination on her face; and with a low, fearless growl did she flip herself over the roof and use her boots to break the windscreen and launch herself into the van.

In seconds, did the loud screech of tires fill the air and the goon's getaway begin to lurch and skid all over the road. The wheels began to tip and turn, and Gohan couldn't see any evidence that the girl was safe. The van was about to flip over, and would most likely cause the girl grievous injury. She may have been brave and a little bit mental, but she wasn't so indestructible that she could survive an accident like that.

Making a snap decision, the young saiyan sprang into action. Loud screams filled the air, as the vehicle span and flipped; then stopped.

Gohan grinned as he held the van upside down with one hand, both the girl and thugs; of which of the gang he was surprised to find were already beaten or unconscious, looked towards him with flabbergasted expressions.

"Hi there," said Gohan, using his free hand to wave at the girl, "Thought you could use some help."

She stared at him for a moment, until she shrieked so loud he almost dropped them, "YOU!"

"Erm, me?" he asked, confused as to her sudden reproachfulness.

"What are you doing here?" she seethed, her cheeks reddening in anger.

Gohan frowned, "I'm helping?"

"No you're not!" she growled.

"I'm not?" he repeated, taken aback.

"No!" she cried, "You're not supposed to be here! I can take care of this city myself!"

The young saiyan blinked, completely dumbfounded until a loud crackle penetrated the air.

"Miss Videl! Is everything alright?" came a worried voice from her wrist.

Videl sighed heavily, before speaking into her own watch, "Everything's fine Sarge, I've got it under control."

There was a short pause before it crackled again, "Are you quite sure Videl?"

"Yes, I'm sure," she stated, glaring at the halfling.

"Well, its just that… forgive me Videl, me and the boy's have noticed that The Gold Fighter appears to be suspending you in mid-air… along with the culprits…and the stolen weaponry…"

"I've noticed!" the girl snapped, causing the communication device to screech. She winced after a second, regaining her composure, "Sorry Sarge; yes, I'm currently interrogating The Gold Fighter as we speak, and this half of The Red Shark Gang won't be getting away anytime soon."

"Thanks Videl," The Sargent coughed, "We'll be on stand by."

Videl sighed heavily, before rounding on the young saiyan. "Look, Mister… Gold Fighter…," she started sternly, "I'm going to have to ask you to step away from the scene, these are police matters and you aren't qualified."

"Oh and you are?" Gohan snorted, suddenly offended, "You've got to be what? Fifteen?" And a somewhat normal human he added in his head.

"I'm sixteen in a few months actually," she retorted, "What's it to you?"

"Oh I don't know," he replied ambiguously, "Thought it would be nice to know a little something about the girl who's LIFE I just saved."

Videl scoffed, her cheeks now crimson, "You didn't save anyone, I was doing perfectly fine before you stuck your big nose in!"

Gohan blinked, just as a feeble voice of one of the gang called out from the back of the van, "Give 'im a little credit miss, 'e did stop us from havin' a big wobble back there and goin' all topsy turbey…"

"Shut it!" Videl growled, and a sudden loud bang told Gohan that the thug had fallen unconscious.

"Listen here Gold Fighter," she continued, her sapphire eyes narrowed, "I don't know who you think you are but you've got a right nerve showing up here!"

"I have?" Gohan mustered.

"Yes!" she cried, looking completely beside herself, "I've seen you on the news, and not only are you a complete idiot, your notoriously reckless and should be branded as a criminal. Being a vigilante is an offence, not a privilege!"

"Well at least you don't think I'm a superhero…" he mumbled.

"What was that?" she snapped.

Gohan was fuming, who did this girl think she was talking to him like that? She was so rude. "I said, maybe you'd like me to put you down now, you crackpot?!" He yelled back.

"Crackpot?!" Videl seethed, grasping onto the edge of the window frame to leaning towards him, "You're the one whose completely bonkers! Incase you haven't noticed this was supposed to be a quick escape! In the time you've wasted showing off your stupid muscles, I could have figured out how to deactivate the grenades in the back of the bloody boot!"

"Well I-!" Gohan started, until realisation dawned upon him; "Wait, what did you just say?"

Both teenager's eyes widened to the size of saucers, before they both leapt into action. Gohan rested the van down as quickly and as gently as he could before helping Videl haul the gang out of the passenger side and to the awaiting officers.

"Where the in the bloody hells are you going?" she cried, as Gohan ran back to launch the van into the air to avoid any damage to the city.

The halfling ignored her, and had just reached the ticking time bomb when he felt Videl grab onto him; "Come on stupid! You'll get killed!"

"Videl!" Gohan gasped, "Get back it might-"

BOOM.

Luckily for the teenager's, the explosion was fairly small; and only disintegrated the van and the tarmac surrounding it. However, it did push them back a few feet, and Gohan had instinctively covered Videl with his body, slamming them to the ground with a sickening thud.

By now, a large crowd had built around the scene, and news reporters from seemingly every channel had turned up to film the intense chase.

"Ow, shit!" Videl growled from beneath him.

Gohan got up, scanning her for injuries but miraculously found she had all but scraped her elbow. "Are you alright?" he asked, offering a hand to help her up.

She started at his palm, before forcibly slapping it away and clambering up herself.

"What is your problem?!" Gohan fumed, glaring at her through his visor.

Videl gaped at him, "My problem? My problem is that you nearly got us both killed!"

"Hang on, I didn't ask you to come running after me!" he growled, "The least you could do is thank me for saving your life, AGAIN."

"I'll do no such thing!" She yelled back.

Giving up, Gohan chuckled darkly. "Fine, whatever," he mused before preparing to take off.

"Stop right where you are!"

Gohan sighed, turning towards the stubborn girl, "What now?"

"You, Gold Fighter," she said smugly, "Are under arrest."

The young saiyan stared at her, before doubling over with laughter.

"Stop it! I'm serious!" Videl cried furiously.

"Really?" Gohan laughed, "and who am I being arrested by huh? The pigtail police?"

He didn't think the girl could get any angrier, as he clutched his aching sides.

"The Satan City police is arresting you, you prat," she growled, "I work for them."

"What, fit that around your homework do you?" he jousted, struggling to compose himself.

"As a matter of fact I do," she grinned maliciously, "and I won't stop until I get you unmasked and behind bars. The damage you've caused to other cities won't go unpunished; especially the catastrophe you've caused in my city."

"Your city?" Gohan scoffed, "I don't see your name up in great big shining lights everywhere."

The halfling was both surprised and confused when her smug grin didn't waver.

"Mine might not be," she mused, "But my father's is."

Gohan blinked, as a large poster of Hercule Satan's beaming face caught the corner of his eye.

"Welcome to Satan City!" It read, "Home of the World Saviour!"

Then, it clicked. The 'SATAN' logo plastered across the jet she jumped out of, her fierce devotion to the City; it made complete sense that she would be in leagues with the police force, she was of course, the golden girl of Satan City. That, and it was obvious to Gohan from her performance that she had trained herself into the ground since she was able; he would bet any amount of money that she was stronger than her father.

Her father; Hercule Satan.

Gohan shook his head in disbelief; she was Videl Satan, Mister Satan's daughter.

The notion that Mister Satan could even find someone to procreate with barely crossed his mind when he thought of just how unalike they looked. But it was more than obvious to the young saiyan that she had inherited her father's ego.

"I see you've realised just who you're dealing with," said Videl, moving closer to him, "If I were you, I'd give in now, take off that silly visor and save us all the trouble."

Gohan snorted, as the girl signalled for her officers to cover her; most likely to arrest him. Seeing what was about to happen, a string of reporters leapt forwards into the now closed off road; sticking their camera's and microphones into Gohan's face.

"Mister Gold Fighter!" An excitable young reporter cried, shaking with anticipation, "Police force's across the nation have failed to question you, and humble journalists like ourselves have never come this close to an interview. How does it make you feel that the one and only, Videl Satan, has managed to not only achieve this; but come to make an arrest on you in the greatest city on Earth?!"

The young saiyan was slightly taken aback by the amount of camera's that flashed at his visor. Nevertheless, Gohan thought for a moment, before a wicked grin graced his lips. "Well quite honestly… er…?"

"Gregg sir, Gregg Turpin of Satan City news!" The man positively gushed at being addressed by The Gold Fighter.

"Well Gregg," Gohan continued, "I must say its been quite the privilege fighting alongside Miss Satan today. It was only a matter of time before she caught me."

"Well that is fascinating to know," said Gregg, "But I think what our viewers really want to know is why you've been helping fight crime these past few years, and how you can do the things you do! Is it like our saviour insists, some sort of trick? I mean, it's extraordinary!"

The halfling chuckled, "Honestly Gregg you flatter me, but I think you should be asking Videl here those questions."

Gregg blinked, and Videl gave him a quizzical stare.

"Her skills are truly astonishing," pressed Gohan, "Really, I never knew a girl with such a big head could fit through a window of that size."

The crowd surrounding him gasped, as The Gold Fighter gestured to the smouldering vehicle behind him. He flashed a livid Videl a winning smile, before turning back to the camera; "So, now that you lot have threatened me, and I've insulted you, I guess I should be going. To be honest with you, I've had enough Satan for today; and I think your polluted jungle of a city is bad for my hair."

Shaking his head free of soot to prove his point, Gohan purposely powered up a little too much so that when he blasted off the crowd below him landed flat on their backsides. Grinning to himself, the young saiyan streaked through the sky; the irate shrieks of Videl Satan calling after him.

"An exclusive interview with The Gold Fighter took place this afternoon in Satan City…"

"…police are inquiring about his whereabouts…"

"More damage caused to the streets, curtesy of The Gold Fighter…"

"…insulting remarks were made concerning Satan City's Golden Girl…"

"Mister Satan speaks out; a delinquent and a trickster…"

"Vigilante behaviour warrants arrest…"

"Is there love brewing between our two favourite teenage superhero's? Find out tonight on 'An Audience With'-!"

"Well Gohan, I hope you're proud of yourself; you're now a wanted criminal," stated Bulma, after she had finished flicking through the channels.

The young saiyan gave her a sheepish smile as she placed the remote back down on the coffee table.

It was all but a couple of hours later, and Gohan's recent appearance as The Gold Fighter had hit the world by storm. In hindsight, the teenager realised he should have just flew away; but he was so angry he couldn't help but insult about everyone and everything in Satan City, including the irritating Videl Satan.

It didn't take long for news reports to spring up on every channel, and Bulma's phone was ringing off the hook; mainly from the Z-Fighter's asking if she'd seen it. Gohan had yet to hear from his mother, and was positive he'd get a thorough tongue lashing when he returned home.

For now though, the halfling was busy having his suit fitted by Mrs. Briefs, whilst Bulma waddled up and down the room surveying her handiwork. He was stood upright on one of the footstools, being scolded every now and then for not standing still; and had already had a couple of needles jabbed into him.

"Honestly Bulma you should have seen this place," said Gohan, as Mrs. Briefs measured his calves, "And I'd never seen a car chase like it! Those gangsters had grenades! It was mental."

"Forgive me for saying kiddo, but you've got to get out more," Bulma stated, moving closer and adjusting his shirt collar, "Don't you watch the news? Satan City's got one of the fastest growing crime rates in the world, which is crazy when you think it Hercule's hometown."

Gohan scoffed, "Yeah, like he'd ever think of doing anything and getting off his big hairy - OW!"

"Oops, sorry sweetheart," Mrs. Briefs called, needle in hand, "But you need to stop moving!"

Bulma chuckled as the teen pouted, struggling to stay still, "Seriously though Gohan, maybe The Gold Fighter should appear in Satan City more often, it wouldn't hurt to help them out, and you cant keep avoiding the place forever."

The teenager pulled a disgusted face, "And work with Videl Satan? No thanks - Ow!"

"Well that's just something you'll have to get over," she mused, "it's only a girl kid."

"Yeah, a really - ow - annoying one - ow!"

"Gohan darling," Mrs. Briefs huffed, "you need to-"

"Stop moving," he sighed, "I know, sorry."

"Think of it this way," said Bulma, "if you fight more crime in Satan City and do it without breaking anything, you'll be seen as a hero and the media will love you."

"I don't care about that," he argued, "I just want to-"

"Help people," Bulma finished, "I know. But your not going to do anyone any help being hunted down every time you transform. And I didn't work damn hard on that suit for it to be strung up in a police cell either."

Gohan bit his lip, defeated, "I suppose you're right. Fine, I'll go look after the stupid city."

"That's more like it!" she beamed, causing the teenager to roll his eyes.

"And speaking of," Mrs. Briefs chimed, stepping back and admiring her work, "I think were all done here!"

"Ooh Mum, he looks fabulous!" cried Bulma, her blue eyes glinting with emotion.

"We're done?" asked Gohan feebly, "Are you sure? Because this feels really really tight."

"Oh don't be silly darling," waved Bulma's mother, her curly blonde hair bouncing, "It's all the range now, trust me."

"Yeah Gohan, it's about time you showed some more of that muscle outside of your alter ego," Bulma winked.

The teenager blushed, as the two females continued to swoon.

"He looks so handsome! He'll have all the girls begging to dance with him!" Mrs. Briefs exclaimed.

"Yep, he'll have Videl Satan fawning over him in no time!"

"You've got to be joking!" Gohan spluttered, he couldn't think of anything worse, "She's the most insufferable girl I've ever met!"

"Aww," Bulma whined in disappointment, "But you both looked so cosy strewn over the ground, with broken bits of glass and that fire burning behind you from the car bomb."

Mrs. Briefs sniffed, "It was like the beginning of a real life love story."

"In what world does a love story involve explosions, broken glass, fire and injuries?" Gohan gaped, before it dawned on him, "Wait, don't answer that."

Bulma chuckled, placing a hand on her hip; "So if not Videl then who else? Ah! Whose that school friend of your's that Chi-Chi keeps mentioning… Lime is it? Do you think Lime will like your suit Gohan?"

"Well it certainly shows off that perky little bottom of his!" Mrs. Briefs cooed, causing them both to burst into hysterics.

"Well… this has been traumatising," Gohan pondered aloud before addressing them, "Thanks for the suit Mrs. Briefs, I'll see you on Friday Bulma."

With that, he abruptly left the complex with his new suit in his bag and laughter ringing in his ears; his cheeks burning a bright shade of crimson all the way home.