Chapter Twenty-Three

The Junior Division

xxxx

"Well, that was… odd," mustered Krillin, as the mysterious duo disappeared from sight.

"I know what you mean," said Piccolo, giving Gohan a concerned glance, "They're strong, really strong."

"Yeah," his father agreed, frowning a little, "But hey, isn't that what this tournaments all about? Finding the unexpected challenge and seeing who emerges as the victor?"

The young saiyan was silent, feeling incredibly uneasy as the group erupted into chatter. He had encountered some strange characters in his life, but those two had certainly taken the biscuit. Just who the hell were they? Were they that strong they could feel his battle with Cell from Kami knows where? Just how much did they know?

The young saiyan's head was spinning, thoughts of the bio-android whirring around in his mind.

"I'm going for a piss," he said abruptly, standing up from the table and causing the gang to give him an odd expression. "Can someone keep an eye on 'Kuto?"

Without waiting for a reply, the hybrid left the table, feeling Piccolo's eyes burning into the back of his head as he went.

Skirting around the edge of the room, the teenager bypassed the toilets and automatically headed outside for a smoke. The glorious smell of high class food did nothing to entice his appetite, an uncomfortable feeling churning in the pit of his stomach.

"Oh Gohan!"

He sighed as someone shouted his name, resting his head on the wall with an unlit cigarette in his mouth, he prayed to Dende that something would at least go his way tonight.

Couldn't he just be left alone?

"There you are Gohan," it was Erasa, her blue eyes sparkling at the sight of him, "I was just coming over to invite you to the party when I saw you head outside."

"A party?" the young saiyan asked, suddenly interested, "Where?"

"We all meeting at Megaton Motel in about half an hour," she informed him excitedly, "all of our classmates are going, and I've invited some of the younger fighters already. What do you say?"

The teenager thought for a moment, a party did sound good, and it would take his mind away from all the dodgy stuff that was going on at the tournament. Of course Videl would be there, but he was steadily coming the the realisation that he would much rather spend time with her than his father. And that was saying a lot.

"Yeah, alright it sounds like fun."

xxxx

The party was in full swing when Gohan had shown up, albeit a little later than expected.

It had taken quite a bit of persuasion for his mother to allow him to go. It was ridiculous that he had to even ask really, although he did needed someone to look after Gokuto for a few hours. Luckily, and to his surprise his father had stepped in after his mother and the rest of the Z-Fighters seemed sceptical of the young saiyan, offering to look after Gokuto whilst Gohan had a good time. Although his father did state he had to be home by midnight.

The young saiyan couldn't help but laugh in his face when Goku had attempted to give him a curfew.

Music blasted from oversized speakers and several teenagers were already passed out or snogging each other in what they thought were secluded corners. It hadn't taken the young saiyan long to find Videl, and was thankful when she wasn't surrounded by her adoring fans, he was also getting increasingly fed up with Angela following him around.

"Do you want a drink?!" Gohan yelled over the pumping clubland music.

"WHAT?!" Videl hollered back, inclining her ear towards him.

"I said do. you. want. a. DRINK?!" he tried again, but thankfully this time she heard him, and the young saiyan headed for the kitchen, grabbing a couple of beers for them both.

The apartment was situated on the top floor of the complex, so the gaggle of teenagers had full range of the rooftop looking out over the entire island. It was a nice suite, but not to the same grandeur as the one's at Le Satane.

Videl pushed her way through the crowds towards him after he called her over with the drinks in hand. Many people turning to greet her as she passed.

"Vi! Over here!" Erasa called, spotting them from the opposite wall, where she chatting to some friends. A boy named Sharpener was with her, and all but scowled as they approached.

"Oh, and where have you two been?" the blonde girl winked suggestively.

"We were just talking over there Erasa," she growled at her friend, who merely smirked behind her drink.

"So, are you having a good time Gohan?" asked Erasa, turning her attention towards him.

"Yeah, thanks for inviting me Erasa," he replied, giving her a winning smile.

She giggled, along with a couple of other girls in their group.

"Well it's all for our girl Videl here," said Erasa, patting her best friend heavily on the back. She wobbled slightly, still not used to her heels. "Yep, she's gonna take this tournament by storm."

"Confident your gonna win eh?" Gohan could help but tease her, causing her eyes to widen, though there was a hint of amusement in her stare.

"Of course she's going to win!" a boy with light brown hair and glasses gawked, "Or at least get into the semi-finals with Mister Satan!"

"Well, we'll just have to see about that," The young saiyan winked at her.

Beside him, Sharpener scoffed, "Oh and I suppose you're going to beat her? I doubt it."

"Come on babe," Sharpener said to Videl, brushing a hand through his long blonde hair, "Let's go get a drink."

"I've already got one thanks," said Videl, rolling her eyes, "and I'm not your babe Sharpener."

"Whatever," said the blonde, folding his arms across his chest, "You're just playing hard to get."

"Ignore Sharpie, Gohan," Erasa giggled, "He thinks he's Kami's gift to all women."

Gohan chuckled along with the rest of the group, as Sharpener's cheeks burned crimson.

"So who else did you invite Erasa?" another teenager asked, looking around the room.

"Well," the blonde grinned triumphantly, "I managed to snag us a few competitors, some of them didn't make it through the prelims though, but most of them are staying here to watch the rest of the tournament, so I asked them to bring all their friends!"

Gohan's eyes scanned the room, and indeed he found that there were a fair number of people he recognised from the preliminaries. Most of them were younger fighters, the oldest probably in their mid-twenties.

"Oh look, theres one of them now!" Erasa squealed, just as a tall muscular teen bustled through the crowd.

He was about a head taller than the young saiyan, with bulking, oversized muscles that lined his arms and torso. His shirt was buttoned open to his sternum, displaying a few dark curly chest hairs. He grinned as he approached them, displaying perfect pearly white teeth and slicking back his brown floppy hair.

"Hey," he said in a deep voice, placing a hand on the wall and leaning against it.

"Oh hi Austin," Erasa chimed, although Gohan immediately noticed that it was not the blonde he was leering at.

"Hi Videl," he smirked, purposefully brushing his hand against her waist.

Fury suddenly erupted in the young saiyan's chest, his onyx eyes hardening at the boy.

"Hi," the girl replied in distaste, taking a sip of her beer.

"You didn't reply to my texts," said Austin, "How am I supposed to know if you got your presents or not?"

"Oh yeah thanks," Videl said dryly, "The roses looked great on my dad's compost heap."

Austin threw back his head, in what Gohan could only describe as pompous, idiotic laughter.

"Oh Vi, you're so funny," the idiot chortled, gesturing to the four boy's that had joined the group, "Isn't she funny lads?"

There were sounds of agreement, as Austin rounded once again on the girl.

"So," he said in a husky tone, "I've had some of the beginners from the club wax up my father's car for me, it's parked outside, what do you say we go for a little spin around the island?"

Videl scoffed, "The white belt's aren't your personal slaves you know Austin."

"They're not my personal slaves V," he said, rolling his eyes, "I got them to do the other boy's cars too."

Behind him, several of the teens laughed.

"And I did pay them," he continued with a smirk, "I passed on some of my expert martial arts knowledge."

Videl immediately looked angered, whilst Gohan couldn't help but let out an amused snort.

At once, Austin's eyes snapped to the halfling, his friend's laughter ceasing abruptly.

"You something to say, pipsqueak?" he snarled, sizing him up.

Before the young saiyan could open his mouth, Videl stepped in between them, a wide grin playing on her lips.

"Austin, this is Gohan. Gohan here actually made it through the preliminaries today."

The young saiyan blinked in surprise, he had never had Videl stick up for him before. He quite liked the feeling.

Austin scoffed, "Yeah right, this tattooed freak actually scored high enough to get into the finals? He doesn't even look like a fighter."

"And just what, pray tell, makes you an expert martial artist?" the halfling challenged, his anger rising.

"I just happen to be one of Mister Satan's best students," he snarled, his thugs nodding proudly behind him.

"I thought you said you were an expert, not an amateur," the halfling smirked, causing several people to gasp around him.

Austin looked floored, silence encompassed the room, and Gohan wasn't quite sure just when the music had been switched off. But it seemed all eyes were upon them, as Austin stalked towards him in the most threatening manner he could muster.

"What did you say?" he seethed, his nose almost touching the teens.

The young saiyan sighed, folding his arms across his chest, "Don't tell me you're deaf as well as stupid."

Gohan saw the punch coming, but he made no effort to move. Austin ripped off his shirt in a blind fury, throwing it to the wayside before his eyes narrowed maliciously at the young saiyan. With an almighty roar, he got into a mediocre stance, drawing back his fist before launching it at the teen.

Fuck me, Gohan thought as he eyed his attackers stance. He only called him an amateur to insult him, but he didn't actually think he was this bad.

He yawned loudly, the punch slowly drawing inwards. He could easily intercept it if he wanted to; dodge it, even hit him first. But Austin's attack was so slow that he felt his mind wandering.

I wonder if Erasa has any triple sec? I can make some awesome cocktails with triple sec…

Austin's feral cry barely reached his ears, as he checked his pockets, How many cigarettes have I got left?…Three? Ah shit, I'm gonna have to go and get some more…

The hit was coming, aiming for Gohan's cheek, a slight rush of wind brushed past his fringe as the halfling finally looked up.

CRACK

The sound of breaking bones filled the air, as Austin's fist connected with Gohan's face. There was a pregnant pause, before Austin cried out in agony, dropping to his knees and grasping his broken fingers.

The young saiyan sighed heavily at the blabbering mess of the teen upon the floor. The room was stunned into silence, especially Videl, who was positively gawking at him.

Shit, maybe he shouldn't have done that.

But Gohan was too angry to have done the logical thing and feigned an injury. The git needed to be taken down a peg or two in his opinion.

"Y-you bastard!" Austin screeched, clambering shakily to his feet, "Your face broke my hand!"

"Actually, I'll think you'll find that you broke your hand. On my face," explained the young saiyan.

The embarrassed teen growled, before turning to his friends, "C-come on, let's go."

He was half way out the door when he snapped his head towards Videl, "I should have known you'd be one to put out for such a freak!"

Gohan instantly regretted not hitting him, his eyes flashing green for a moment as he watched the boy run out into the hallway, followed by his fear stricken cronies. But the young saiyan couldn't contemplate doing anything further, as suddenly, the room erupted into cheers.

"That was bloody amazing!" Erasa squealed, pouncing on him as a gaggle of excitable teens surrounded him.

"INSANE!"

"BRILLAINT MATE!"

"How the hell did you do that?" exclaimed Sharpener, he seemed impressed.

"Er, I dunno," Gohan laughed nervously, realising he had indeed gone too far, "Just luck I suppose?"

"Luck?" Sharpener laughed, clapping him on the back, "Bollocks! You're a machine! Oi Henrik! Get Gohan over here a drink will you?"

The party had certainly escalated after all the excitement, and Gohan found he was enjoying himself a little more. It didn't take long for the majority of people to become infatuated by him, and he soon found himself drinking and dancing in the centre of the room, surrounded by throngs of teenagers.

He even did a few tequila slammers with Sharpener and Angela.

Several boys heartily challenged him to arm wresting, which of course he won every time, but was gentle enough not to break anyones arm. Eventually, the room was getting way too hot for his liking, and he quietly slipped outside for a cigarette.

To his surprise, did Videl follow him out onto the balcony. Her brow was furrowed into a deep frown as she opened her mouth to say something but managed to fall over her shoes in the process.

"Woah!" Gohan chuckled, catching her swiftly as she toppled over, "Just how much have you had?"

"Shut up," she growled, composing herself, though her face was slightly red from the buzz of alcohol, "It's these bloody shoes!"

The young saiyan chuckled, feeling a little giddy himself, "Not used to wearing heels eh?"

Videl sighed, sitting on the wall and rubbing her ankles.

That was all the confirmation Gohan needed as he snorted to himself, grabbing his dwindling pack of cigarettes.

"Can I have one?" asked Videl, catching the teen a little off guard.

"But you don't smoke," he blurted before he could catch himself.

"How do you know?" she mused, quirking an eyebrow at him.

"Oh, you just don't look like the kind of girl that would smoke is all…" he said dumbly, "You are Satan City's golden girl after all."

"Shut up and hand one over," she demanded, rolling her eyes, "Just don't tell, alright?"

He couldn't help but laugh as she tried to smoke, having a small coughing fit before shooting him a glare.

"I can't believe you did that earlier," she quipped after a while, "Austin is such a dick."

"I gathered," said the halfling with a wry smile, "So, an old boyfriend of yours?"

"He wishes," Videl scoffed, "He's been following me around like a lost puppy ever since he joined my dad's gym about a year ago."

"Funny though," she frowned, taking a more confident puff of her cigarette, "I don't understand why you didn't at least try to hit him."

"There was no point, " he shrugged, "I would have won anyway."

She blinked, "That's bold of you."

"Well, he did break his hand on my face," he laughed, without thinking.

"That's right," she said, giving him an incredulous stare, "rather odd, don't you think?"

"No not really," the young teen quickly saved, "did you see the way he held his fist? Any one would have broke their hand if they tried to land a hit like that. It's not my fault the git can't punch properly."

Videl's eyes lingered on him for a moment, before she sighed, casting her gaze up towards the stars, "I suppose you're right. Sorry, it's just…"

"Just?" he pressed, though he was afraid of the answer.

"It doesn't matter," she shook him off, before flashing him a smile, causing his heart to skip a beat.

Papaya island was nothing short of picturesque at night time, the velvet sky so clear that one could see the milky way stretching far overhead. Though Gohan; a young man who had always been fascinated by the vastness of space, could only appreciate what lay underneath the twinkling atmosphere.

Videl's sapphire eyes seemed to sparkle in the starlight, her ivory skin bathed in the shadows created by the circling orbs above. As the party went on through to the early hours, the young saiyan couldn't help but notice that his throat ran dry every time he averted his eyes to steal another glimpse of her. The hem of her midnight dress trailing behind her as she walked, her abandoned heels swinging from her wrist as she danced the night away with her friends.

As it turned out, Videl was staying in the same hotel as he in one of the penthouse suits. So when the party began to gradually disband, they ended up walking back together.

Videl had pulled her hair up into a high pony tail, as if to allow the cool salty breeze of the island to brush across her cheeks more freely. Gohan too, had his collar undone and had rolled his sleeves up due to the warmth of the night.

The air was still and peaceful, and Gohan could hear the ocean distantly lapping against the shore as they walked through the darkened streets.

Videl looked back at him, catching him staring and offering him a small smile before resuming her walk, her shoes swinging by her side.

"So," the young saiyan quirked, a smile playing on his lips, "What made you wear those things in the first place if you can't walk in them?"

"Erasa and Angela," she sighed with a hint of loathing as she shook her head, "They said that they would make me look more 'womanly'."

Gohan blinked. From what he could remember, she was certainly all woman.

"That reminds me," Videl continued, quirking an eyebrow, "Angela told me what happened between you two."

The teenager cringed, "That was a long time ago, and it wasn't anything serious."

"I should hope not," she scoffed, "You wouldn't get away with skipping out on me like that."

Gohan laughed nervously.

"Don't worry," the girl continued, mistaking his nervousness, "Angela's not the type of girl to obsess over someone for too long, she'll get over it."

"Well, thanks," he mustered weakly, feeling incredibly awkward under her stare.

Videl quirked her head towards him, "So are you as much of a bad boy as Angela is making you out to be?"

"Let's just say I'm probably not the kind of bloke someone would want to introduce to their parents," he chuckled nervously, this was not going well.

"Oi Gohan!"

Aaaaaaand it just got worse.

The young saiyan looked up as he and Videl approached the hotel, they were just about the enter the foyer when he spotted a giggling Goten and Trunks peering at him from over the balcony a few floors up.

"What are you doing Gohan?" his little brother blinked, sharing an identical mischievous grin with the young prince, "Mum and Dad said that you're late! They've been looking for you everyyyyywhere!"

"I don't care!" Gohan sang back, as Videl cocked her head curiously, "Shouldn't you two be in bed?"

"Mummy!" Goten called behind him, "I've found him! He's with a girl!"

"Ooh you're in troooouuuuubbbllleee," Trunks giggled.

Gohan growled, yelling up to them, "I'll be up in a minute alright? Kami, I'm just going to walk Videl back to her room and -"

"He said he's going back to her room Mummy!" Goten shouted.

The young saiyan looked towards the girl in alarm, "I didn't mean it like that."

"WHAT?!" came his mother's shriek from above, "He had better not be! Son Gohan you get yourself up here right this -!"

Videl chuckled as Chi-Chi continued to rant, "I'd better go, my dad will be wondering where I am. Don't worry, my dad will probably kick off about me being out so late too."

"Well that makes me feel loads better," he huffed sarcastically, causing her to grin, "Good luck with your dad."

"Good luck with your mum," she said with a smile, and then she was gone.

After a rather heated shouting match with his mother from the street, subsequently waking the majority of the hotel's occupants up, the young saiyan finally clambered into bed. Gokuto was sound asleep surprisingly, his small body curled up into a ball next to him.

Gohan's mouth was dry and tasted of tequila, yet he was too tired to bother to go and get a drink from the kitchen. Instead, the young halfling closed his eyes as soon as his head hit the pillow, thoughts of Videl Satan filling his dreams.

xxxx

The bright May sun eagerly greeted the sleepy isle of Papaya, shining through the windows of Le Satane hotel, it's dazzling beams streaming though the pane, awakening its occupants. The smell of eggs and bacon wafted through the corridors, as fighters and their families got ready for the junior tournament that would be held later that day.

"I cannot believe you actually got Mum to buy you one of those things," Gohan drawled as the group walked through the tournament grounds.

"Oh come on Gohan don't be like that, I think it's really cool having a superhero for a son!" said Goku, pushing the button on his new action figure.

"I'm here to fuck shit up and drink beer, and I just finished my beer!"

"He does seem to swear a lot though," his father frowned.

"You would too if you knew the amount of crap I had to deal with," Gohan mumbled quietly.

"What was that?"

"Nothing, nothing," the teenager sighed, as he briskly walked in front of the group. He had made the wise decision to strap Gokuto into his pushchair, as the toddler had been very excitable that morning. It took both Goku and Gohan to get him into the contraption.

For now though, the littlest saiyan was behaving, albeit with a particularly deep scowl upon his chubby features. Goten and Trunks were keeping up with the pram, skipping along happily, already dressed in their fighting attire as the group walked them to the waiting area.

He caught his father smiling at his brother with a strong sense of pride, and Gohan couldn't help but feel proud of the little bugger himself.

"Look Gohan! There it is!" Goten called, tugging on the his jeans, "Wow, are all those kids fighting too?"

"Looks that way," he replied as he adjusted his sunglasses, his other hand steadying the pushchair.

It seemed that many parents and instructors had come to see off their children and students before the Junior Tournament started. Kids, all under sixteen stood getting lectures from their respective elder's and sizing one another up. Like the adult fighters, they came in every shape and size, yet not one of them looked any younger than Goten.

Only Goku, Chi-Chi, Vegeta, Bulma, Bulla, Gohan and Gokuto had come to see the two youngsters off, the rest of their group had gone to find good seats in the large arena.

"Good luck snot face," said Gohan affectionately when the two families had made their way to the benches, where the boys would be waiting until their fight's started.

The teen bent down to Goten's height, feeling his father's eyes upon them as he tightened the gi sash around his brother's middle.

"And stay strong Trunks, alright?" he added to the other boy, who gave him a curt nod.

"Oh and one more thing," the halfling said sternly, lowering his voice, "No turning super saiyan."

As the boy's let out a whine of protest, as Goku blinked; "S-super saiyan?"

Gohan ignored him, instead focussing his attention on the pouting halfling's, "You heard me, no transforming. It's gonna be annoying as hell if anyone manages links you to The Gold Fighter, and you could hurt someone, am I clear?"

"Fine," Trunks said as he rolled his eyes, "No super saiyan."

"Yeah, we'll be careful Gohan," said Goten.

"Good," the teen grinned, ruffling his hair.

"Tch," Vegeta scoffed from behind them, he had been unusually quiet all morning, and Gohan could only make an estimated guess as to why he sounded so groggy. "I'd say let them have their fun, but I'm not willing to get into a screaming match with the eldest brat."

"Aw," Gohan cooed mockingly, "You got a little hangover Veggie? That's cute."

"Fuck off."

"Well I think it's a good idea," said Bulma, shooting her husband a glare, "It might make the fights a little fairer."

"Who cares about being fair?" Vegeta scowled, "It's a fighting tournament woman, not a game of chess."

Ignoring the couple's bickering, Goku moved over and ruffled his youngest's hair, who gave him a beaming smile.

"You'll do great Goten," he smiled.

"Thanks Daddy!" the boy grinned back.

"See you later sweetie," Chi-Chi called, enveloping him in a hug and kissing his hair, "Try not to beat up the other kids too badly."

"Okay!" said Goten, before bidding a short fair well to a still scowling Gokuto.

With final 'good lucks' shared, the two boy's scurried off into the sea of pint-sized competitors.

xxxx

Gohan yawned loudly, leaning over the barricade that stood above the stands. From here, the gang had a very good view of the arena below, where the junior competition was due to start any minute.

The stands were packed full of excitable spectators, whom the majority were Mister Satan fans; judging from the amount of 'Team Satan!' banners and 'We heart the Champ!' confectionary that littered their clothing.

The crowd were starting to get restless, cheering and chanting various songs that the young saiyan didn't recognise. He had been quite shocked at first when they had reached the top of the arena, he didn't think he had ever seen so many people in one place before.

He was excited of course, to see Goten and Trunks go all out. It was only inevitable that they end up in the final together, and the rest of the gang thought so too. Gohan could still hear his father and Vegeta bickering about which of their sons would beat the other - he smirked, seeing their old rivalry rekindled.

He had already made full use of the hotdog stand, the vender of which had moved away from their group after Gohan had ordered twenty to share between himself and Gokuto. They had nearly eaten the poor man out of a job.

The teenager looked down at his two year old, who was currently munching on the last hotdog, which was originally part of Gohan's half. But he wasn't one to complain when the boy was settled, he had barely escaped a temper tantrum from him that morning, he certainly didn't want to jinx another one.

Gohan turned his attention back to the platform in the centre of the arena, the marble tiles gleaming brilliantly in the summer sun. He stretched out his tail in boredom, swinging it side to side as he let out another huge yawn.

"Ugh, I'm tired," he said helplessly, resting his chin on his arms.

Piccolo snorted from beside him, his green arms folded across his chest, "and whose fault is that?"

The teenager rolled his eyes, "Oh come on, I didn't mean to be out so late, I just lost track of time."

"Your father told you to be back by midnight."

"Since when have you known me to stick to a curfew?" The young saiyan asked, giving his mentor a pointed look.

Piccolo huffed, "I know that, but your father was worried, he nearly came out to get you until I stopped him."

"I sensed you out with someone else," the Namekian continued, "I didn't want him to walk in on anything untoward."

Gohan scoffed, "Generous of you Piccolo, but I don't think there's any danger of that anytime soon."

"Why not?"

"As much as I love you Mister Piccolo, I would rather not get into my sex life right now," said the teen, lowering his voice so that the other's couldn't hear.

His mentor snorted, "You're not usually so private about it."

The halfling shrugged, leaning against the barrier once more with his chin in his arms.

"What's going on kid?" Piccolo pressed, "At first I thought you were being like this because of your father, now I'm thinking it's something much more than that."

"It's sort of both actually," said Gohan, his eyes snapping towards his mentor, "promise you won't tell?"

With the Namekian's promise did the young saiyan finally explain the sordid love triangle of he, Videl and The Gold Fighter. There was a thick, eerie silence when he had finished, which confused the young halfling to no end, when suddenly he felt a sharp pain at the back of his head.

His eyes watered, and he managed to slop half his drink of cola over his shirt. "Damn it Piccolo! What the bloody hell was that for?!"

"What do you think you're doing?" Piccolo leered, his voice lowered to a harsh whisper.

"What?" the halfling asked in bewilderment, rubbing the sore spot on his head.

Piccolo pinched the bridge of his nose in despair, "I can't believe you Gohan."

"What I do?" Gohan frowned, as Vegeta suddenly walked up beside him, his features contorted into one of distaste.

"I swear if that idiot Kakarot makes one more remark about how purple isn't a real hair colour, I am going to-" he stopped suddenly, as he caught the furious look on Piccolo's face and Gohan's aghast expression. "Please tell me he didn't knock anyone else up."

Gohan scowled.

"Gohan's been copulating with Mister Satan's daughter," Piccolo sighed.

"Piccolo!" The young saiyan seethed.

He groaned, as the prince looked towards him, then back to Piccolo, then back to him, before letting out an loud bark of laughter. His mentor's scowl only deepened, as Vegeta continued to hysterics.

"Ignore him Gohan," said Piccolo, his dark eyes hardening, "What you did was completely irresponsible-"

"It was one time! And I did use protection you know-"

"- thats not the point!" he growled, "The point is is that I never thought you would stoop so low to get revenge."

"I think it's brilliant," smirked Vegeta, composing himself.

"R-revenge?" Gohan gaped, "You think I slept with Videl out of revenge?!"

Piccolo sighed, placing a hand on his shoulder, "I know how much you dislike Hercule Gohan, for the things he's said about you as The Gold Fighter, but sleeping with his daughter just to get back at him-"

"Hold on, hold on!" he defended,"You honestly think I'd sleep with a girl out of revenge? What kind of a person do you think I am?!"

Piccolo and Vegeta exchanged a glance, before giving him a pointed look.

The young saiyan fumed, "Look, I didn't mean to! It was an accident!"

Vegeta snorted, "What happened brat, did you trip?"

"I'm honestly regretting telling you this now," Gohan sighed.

"So how did she not find out your secret identity? Did you keep your mask on?" the prince continued to smirk.

"So what if I did?!" Gohan yelled hotly, his cheeks burning crimson as Vegeta continued to roar with laughter, "You going to give me a hard time for that too?!"

"It doesn't matter anyway," the teenager sighed, "I can never tell her my secret, or that I like her, she'd kill me."

"Then if you really like her, why don't you try to spend more time with her just being yourself?" offered Piccolo, suddenly a little ashamed of his outburst.

The young saiyan didn't have chance to retort, as a loud cheer erupted around them.

Gohan took hold of the barricades, leaning forwards as the announcer stepped onto the platform, his sunglasses glinting in the sunlight and microphone in hand.

"HEYYYY ALL YOU CRAZY FANS!" he cried, his voice echoing over the gigantic sound system, "Before we start, let's make sure that you have all come to the right place! Does anybody here LOVE martial arts?!"

The reply was deafening, as the stands erupted. Gohan glanced at Piccolo, whose pointed ears twitched slightly from the noise.

"Well don't you move an inch because your at the one and only World Martial Arts Arena where today we'll be holding a most special event, The Junior World Martial Arts Championship!" he continued, looking utterly ecstatic from the crowds response. "Our sponsors have been very generous this year, so that means that our winner will take home ten MILLION Zeni, with our runner up taking five! And we also have a special prize going to our Junior winner, because they'll be going head to head with the legend himself, MISTER SATAN!"

He sighed as the crowd screamed and swooned around him, he couldn't help but wonder how Videl put up with the big oaf every day.

"Now ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats! And let's get ready to RUMBLE!"