A.N. Today I bring you the third instalment of our dear Gohan's and Videl's story. Enjoy.

Far away...

Meanwhile, in Satan City, Videl rushed home. Jumping onto her fairly new, expensive and rather exclusive, Capsule Corp. Computer. Only around 150 of them had been made and shipped around the world. Opening up the internet she instantly searched the name Gohan had given her, Chichi Son. Few results popping up, proving this to be a near dead topic. One result popped out though, the address being .glo (World Martial Arts Tournament). Intrigued she clicked on it and in minutes learned the Chichi Son was a semi-finalist in the 23rd WMAT. Holy crap, Gohan's mom is a semi-finalist? I'll be talking to him about this tomorrow. She tried to continue the research but there was almost nothing else. Other than being a finalist there was almost no information on Chichi Son. It was almost as if-...almost as if someone cleared information.

End of Day One.

Chapter 3: End of one, start of another

Hopefully he'll wake up properly... Chichi wished as she approached Gohan's room. Opening the door she found out that he had some how gotten himself up. Flabbergasted, Chichi watched with her mouth open as her son acted as if he's been up for quite a while. Gohan continued on with his new routine of a morning work out, doing one-finger, one-armed pushups. He decided it was better to wake up and work out rather than face the wrath of his mothers frying pan like the past 7 years. Nice to see some responsibility in Gohan. Chichi thought, proudly.

Not too long after that, Gohan was back downstairs, eating his breakfast, inhaling it all like a vacuum. Beside him, a mini vacuum doing the exact same thing. "Gohan, I forgot to ask after school yesterday, have you made any friends yet?" Chichi asked, desperately hoping he'd say yes, more so desperately that one was a girl.

"Well kinda,"Gohan replied, doing the signature Son head scratch. "There is Erasa who's really nice yet strange. She-"

"She?" Chichi partially exclaimed, excited at the thought of grandchildren stomping around her home.

"Uhm, yea, she. Anyway she seems to be lacking..." Gohan searched for the correct wording.

"Gohan Son if you dare say anything rude about a young lady, you will see nothing but the bottom of my frying pan for the next week, understand?" Chichi threatened, glaring at Gohan, almost as if daring him to continue that sentence. She would not stand for her own sons to insult a lady!

"Well, okay then!" Gohan said, clapping his hands together nervously. "Anyway, then we have Sharpener who's a bit of a proud guy. Not Vegeta-proud but proud." Kinda douchey too. Gohan thought, not daring to challenge his mother in anyway. "Then, we have Videl." Gohan sighed.

Not missing the sigh when he mentioned Videl, Chichi instantly focused on him. "Gohan, do you already have a girlfriend?" She asked, desperately home for him to shout 'Yes' and tell her they were getting married and have kids and-

"What? No no no, not at all mom, quite the opposite really." Gohan said, interrupting his mothers thoughts. "She's really pushy, always suspicious and wanting to know why I li-...ke food so much." Gohan finished, quickly covering up lie with like.

Grunting, Chichi responds, "Huh, I'm not surprised. The amount of food you and Goten eat is astounding to someone who isn't used to it."

Not bothering to respond Gohan finishes of breakfast with a massive burp. Then Goten burped as well next to him. Both brothers turned and looked at each other for a minute then burst into a laughing fit. Two seconds later they were both sprawled on the ground rolling around holding their heads, repeating, "ouch, ouch, ouch." Chichi stood there with a frying pan and a pot which she used to crack both of them on the head while they were laughing.

"What have I told you about using your manners?" Chichi sternly said. "After all these years have you learned nothing?"

"Aw mom, we were just having a little fun." Gohan said.

"Quiet, now get going or you're going to be late for school."

Mumbling something about frying pans and Goten and school, Gohan walked outside and got Nimbus and took off, headed to school. He didn't realize how much of a pressuring day it would be.

After being dropped off at the edge of town where no one could see Nimbus, Gohan started his walk to school. About ten or so minutes into it, a police car sped by, both lights and sirens blaring. Using his Saiyan ears Gohan reached into the car with his hearing and listened to the police radio.

"Repeat, all units report to Satan City Theatre, a man walked in with guns and took around 50 hostages." A muffled voice said through the static of the radio.

Alrighty, Super time. Gohan thought as he calmly walked into the nearest alley and changed into his gi. Powering up, he was in the air with his stuff in seconds. With his gold hair and the golden trail that he was leaving behind him, it didn't take long for him to get noticed. Ignoring the people below as some cheered while others questioned who the heck he was, he took off to the theatre's location.

At the theatre there was a police caution thing taped around the theatre, effectively blocking off the entire street with all the cops that were there. Time for them to see how much I can do with so little effort. The "Gold Fighter" thought. Falling about two hundred feet, Gohan landed in the centre of the half circle of police caution tape.

Instantly, twenty seven firearms all aimed at him. With his Saiyan blood, Gohan felt nothing as a officer slipped off a round that went into his back then fell to the ground, crumpled. Turning slightly, he just gave a humorous glare at the officer and chuckled. He faced the theatre once again and walked into it as the panicking officer let out a huge breath of relief, nearly passing out from fright that the Gold Fighter would turn him into a target.

Inside the theatre, Gohan looked for the correct room where the man was holding the hostages. He searched for the ki's inside the building finding all terribly low ki's gathered in a smaller room. A small theatre is an easy way to keep control of all those people, since a small theatre still is the size of some houses. He walked into the theatre, gold hair blazing. The gunman, hearing the door open and close, swung around and saw Gohan in his Super Saiyan form. With out missing a beat, the gunman fired upon Gohan with a sub-machine gun. Just like at the bank from before, Gohan simply caught ever single bullet that flew at him. Then dropped them all on the ground. Gazing at Gohan in terror, the gunman started backing away, mouth gaping. Then, Gohan wasn't to be seen. Then neither was the gunman. Just a pile of weapons sat there.

At that moment Videl arrived in her jetcopter and hopped out, rushing into the theatre. Not hearing the officers tell her about how the Gold Fighter was in there she pushed through the doors, only to bump into the very solid chest of a person.

"Hey, what are you doing in here? Don't you know there is a-" She stopped mid sentence as she looked up to see exactly who she had run into.

Smirking, the Gold Fighter just walked around her with an unconscious form slung over his shoulder. Pushing through the doors into the morning air he walked outside into the area where he had landed that also was now occupied by a large machine. Satan was inscribed on the sides and front. Videl's. Obviously. Inefficient transportation. Gohan thought to himself.

Dropping the unconscious form onto the ground, he said, "The people are inside, along with his weapons, perfectly fine." With that, he began a small hover and looked back to the theatre to see Videl walking out. Smirking at her glare, he took off, faster than anyone could have tracked.

What's he doing, doing my job! Damn you Gold Fighter, I'll find out who you are, just watch me. Videl vowed.

At School

Infuriated, Videl landed on top the school and walked in, late. After the good, ol' Gold Fighter flew off, Videl was the one surrounded by both reporters and police asking HER who he was. How was she supposed to know? I'm a crime fighter not a identity researcher. The department pays people for that! Storming into her class she handed her teacher the excuse and got seated. Mumbling obscenities she glared ahead as the her friends and Gohan, sat there staring at her with confusion all over their face.

Erasa, the only one Videl wouldn't dare hurt in her life, poked Videl's shoulder. "Uh...um, Videl? What happened today? I heard something about the Gold Fighter being at the theatre but you saved the people inside right? Like you always do?" Erasa asked cautiously.

"Stupid ass punk," Videl mumbled, Erasa barely heard while Gohan heard it fine. Feeling a little bad, Gohan thought, Why is she mad? Was it my fault? Did I as the Gold Fighter do something wrong? As a baffled Gohan sat there questioning what he could have done, Videl said to Erasa, "No, Gold Fighter got him before I showed up."

"Wow! He must be really good!" Erasa thought aloud, receiving a glare from Videl. "I mean, he must have just been lucky. Been in the area or something."

"Hmph." Videl mumbled. Not telling Erasa that the officers on scene told her how the Gold Fighter was unharmed by a bullet to the back, how he caught over twenty bullets inside when confronting the gunman. He's damn near invincible by the sound of it. Must be tricks! Gold hair, flying! It's all a big trick. Nobody can catch bullets. Just like those tricks from the Cell Games!

With Videl steaming off at a very, very slow pace and Gohan sitting there entirely confused about what was wrong with the Gold Fighter, Erasa and Sharpener looked at each other and shrugged and tried to focus on class. Well, Erasa did. Sharpener sat there and picked his nose when he thought nobody was looking.

At lunch

Eyeing Gohan like he was prey, Gohan squirmed under Videl's intense gaze before returning to his massive meal. Still disgusted at his eating habits, some appetites were lost. When Gohan finished he looked at the others as they kinda just poked at their own food. "Glad I bring my own lunch rather than cafeteria food." He said. The others just looked up and stared at him blankly.

"Videl, what made you so mad today?" Erasa asked.

"Ugh, fine. You want to know?" An exasperated Videl asked. "The Gold Fighter. He showed up at the theatre and had the hostage taker down and out cold before I even got there." Pretty solid guy as well. She thought, remembering how he hardly moved as she practically sprinted into him.

Gohan, already feeling nervous, now began to eat faster. Maybe I can eat then leave before she asks anything. She won't stop staring at me!

"So Gohan," Videl started slowly, making Gohan visibly freeze. "You never mentioned your mother was a semi-finalist in the 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament." This sentence causing Gohan to stop breathing entirely after taking gulping. "What?!" Erasa said as Sharpener choked on his food. They sat there, waiting with Videl for Gohan to explain.

After a few seconds she reached over and slapped the side of his head gently, to no avail. Only thing that happened is that her hand stung a little actually. What the hell, his head is like steel. "Gohan!"

Gohan snapped out of his trace. "Oh, uh, well you see, her dad is known as the 'Ox-King' and he taught her-" Gohan said before being cut off.

"The Ox-King? Are you kidding me? He's a famous martial artist! He's super strong! Not as strong as my dad obviously but still! You're related to the Ox-King?" Videl asked, surprised Gohan had such relatives.

"Yea, anyway she fought and she lost in the semi-finals." Gohan said, stopping before more was mentioned as well as feeling annoyed at the suggestion that the fake Hercule was stronger than a family member of his.

"Do you know who she fought?" Videl asked, patiently waiting. Beside her both Sharpener and Erasa awaited as well.

"Yes." Gohan said, looking her in the eye, as if demanding she leave it at that.

"Who. Tell. Me. Who." She demanded, catching on to what he wanted, but ignoring it.

Sighing, Gohan said two words before leaving. Only loud enough for Videl to hear.

Watching his back as he walked away the three friends sat there for a while. Erasa spoke up, asking Videl, "Who beat his mom? Who did he say? Did he give a name?"

"No, he didn't say a name. But I do believe we hit a sensitive spot." Videl stated. What can he be hiding that he won't say a bloody name? She thought.

"Well, don't leave us hanging, what did he say?" Sharpener said, getting impatient.

"He said his dad beat his mom."

Gohan took off down the hallway at a fast paced walk. He hated and loved talking about his dad. He hated talking about him because his dad's death could have been prevented had Gohan only destroyed Cell at the opportune moment. Rather he waited and Cell went to a last ditch effort to destroy Earth. Goku sacrificed himself in an attempt to once again save the Earth. It worked but now left a hole in Gohan's heart, he missed his dad so much.

While in his memories and his grief, Videl stealthily walked up behind him as his walk slowed the more he thought till he was at a normal walking pace. Gohan had heard her as she approached and simply asked her, "What do you want Videl?"

Obviously her stealth wasn't cutting it. Sighing she said, "I want to know more Gohan. That's all."

"Not happening."

She took a deep breath and let it out in frustration. "Damn it Gohan, just tell me." Videl said stubbornly.

"No, your certainly not ready to hear it. If you ever will be I don't know." A sad Gohan replied.

"Just tell me! I'll be fine, I don't know why your concerned about it!" Stamping her foot in frustration, she continued. "It's not like there is some secret connected to you that will affect me! I've never even met you!"

How cute, stomping her feet in frustration. Gohan grinned at the childish gesture, reminded of his fathers childish behaviour, although Goku's was a different type of behaviour. "I can't tell you. What you don't know won't hurt you."

"Ignorance is blindness. I don't enjoy being blind Gohan. Especially when there's a secret." She countered.

Both of them stood in the empty hallway, staring each other down. Gohan's friendly and saddened onyx eyes bore into the angry and frustrated sapphire eyes of Videl. As if she just noticed the sadness for the first time, she stopped in her thoughts. What happened Gohan? What made you this way? She wondered.

Almost as if he was reading her mind, Gohan said. "A man with many secrets can be a man of many talents." Then, without another word or letting her respond, he turned and left, leaving her to interpret what he just said.

What's this crazy kid hinting at? Just then, the bells for classes to resume rang.

Fourth Period

"Listen up class!" The teacher shouted as he entered the classroom. Students began to find their seats. Instantly half of them were tuning out and doing their own thing. Of course, Gohan wasn't one of them. At least not this time. He sat there with everything he needed, taking notes. Meanwhile Videl being only two seats away, was eyeing him still wondering what he had to hide.

Gohan pretended to be paying attention in a few minutes after realizing what they were learning. Calculus. Did that when I was 9. He tuned in his Saiyan hearing and looked for issues outside the building, anything that could save him. Sadly, there was nothing. Sighing, he gave in as he knew the was no escape from the hour of boredom. He dropped his head onto the desk with a thud. He lifted his head again to notice a large dent in the wood of the desk. Looking around he slid his binder over top of the damaged portion of the desk when nobody was looking.

"Psst. Videl." Erasa whispered. "You're staring again." She said giggling.

"Staring at what." Videl whispered back.

"At Gohan silly!" Erasa said. "Admit it, you think he's cute too."

Hearing his name, Gohan listened in. I mean who wouldn't listen in when you hear your name and cute in the same sentence?

"I do not." Videl hissed. "I won't deny and say that I'm not curious though. He keeps dodging questions and everything!"

"Well, you are pressuring him a lot." Erasa pointed out. "You can't expect him to pour out his heart to you, you guys only met yesterday."

Thank you Erasa. Gohan silently thought, grateful for Erasa for somewhat understanding.

"Well, mark my words. I will find out what Gohan Son has to hide." Videl promised. "Thats a promise."

"Be patient first. Then, maybe one day you will." Erasa said.

Maybe, we will see.

"Hmph." Videl grumbled on for a while as she sat back in her seat.

Two Weeks later

It's been a while since Gohan first arrived at Orange Star High School. Remarkably Videl has kept her distance from the questions and yet hasn't at the same time. Multiple crimes have happened since and this causes the Gold Fighter and Videl to meet up at scenes. 99% of the time it's Videl showing up to Gold Fighter having cleaned up the mess already. She thought it was Gohan at first, then she was in denial. Now, after seeing the Gold Fighter up close so many times, based on how he acts, and thinks his way through things she's almost certain it's Gohan. But how?

End of the school day

Finally, class is out for the day! Videl thought. I thought I was going to die of boredom! Now for my plan... She darted onto the roof where students came to take off in their jet copters. (A.N. Only the rich families could afford such transportation for their child. Very few kids had one.) She knew Gohan had one, so she decided to follow him. (A.N. He had one from the one and only, Bulma. Duh. Also Vegeta teased the shit out of him when he got it.)

Watching Gohan take off, Videl hopped into her jet copter and followed him. Noticing he was being followed, Gohan stayed in the jet copter until he reached West City where he continued in until he reached Capsule Corp. On the way over, Gohan called ahead and explained what was happening. Landing outside then capsulizing his jet copter, he walked toward the gate of Bulma Briefs home and Capsule Corp. Videl did the exact same thing and tried he stealth skills once again.

"Nice try Videl." Gohan called over his shoulder.

How the hell does he always know I'm here? Slightly embarrassed at being caught again, Videl caught up with Gohan. Wow. He wasn't kidding when he said he came here during the week.

"Told you." Gohan chuckled. "This part wasn't a lie."

"What, do you read minds now?" Videl said in her sassy manner, crossing her arms.

"Hehe, nope. C'mon lets go!" He ran giddily towards the gate as it opened with Videl chasing right after him.

Inside was astounding to say the least. It was all beautiful. So very peaceful. That is until a little boy with lavender hair came running around the corner. He crashed into Gohan at a remarkable speed, knocking him to the ground. "Hey Gohan!" Trunks greeted him excitedly.

"Hey buddy, what are you-" Gohan started before he was cut off.

"Trunks! You better not be disrespectful!" A clearly enraged voice shouted. A second later, Bulma walked around the corner and Trunks shrunk away behind Gohan.

"I'm no-not mom. Just saying hi to Gohan." He mumbled.

Brushing off trunks, Bulma turned to Gohan and Videl. "Hey Gohan, good to see you again. And you must be Videl." She said to the stunned Videl.

"Uh, ye-yes I- I am." Videl stuttered, clearly in awe of being in the same room as the Bulma Briefs.

"Who's here? What's all this racket woman!" An angry voice shouted. A shorter man walked around the corner with tall spiky black hair. "Ah, the first brat! Good, lets go into the gravity room, Trunks isn't an adequate opponent yet." He said nodding Gohan into a hallway.

"Sure Vegeta, just give me a second." Gohan said, nodding to the man.

Videl looked at the small man, "Hey, talk with some respect! You can't just call Bulma Briefs woman as if she is an object!" She said, clearly a bit infuriated that someone would insult such a role model.

"Oh its fine, nothing that he doesn't do on a daily basis Videl dear." Bulma said, shrugging off the poor attitude of Vegeta.

Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "Oh and what do you think you could do against me? You couldn't even bruise my littlest finger." He taunted.

"Oh yea? We will see about that!" Videl shouted, more enraged now that someone had insulted her honour! She lowered into a fighting stance and waited for the man to do the same...

A.N. I'm sorry I made that one part really fast. Passing time is not my strong suit as you can see. I try to avoid it. I hope you enjoy this! 3600 words all for you in one chapter! I plan for this to be the usual length from this point forward. Anyway please give me criticism, with your reviews I get better. Thanks for the encouragement!