Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Way Things Should Be ❯ Why Videl Should Avoid People Named After Underwear ( Chapter 1 )

The Way Things Should Be

A Gohan & Videl Romantic Comedy

By: Maia McWilliams

rain_bunni@hotmail.com

Rated: Teen

Notes: I don't know how long this is going to be, and I don't know how long it's going to take, but I appreciate all the people who are helping me with this fic, and I want everyone to know that this fic might be over a hundred pages at completion. For some, that isn't a lot, but for me...Okay, and now, on to the fic...one important notice, however. This fic is going to be separated into three parts: 'High School', 'College', and 'The Way Things Should Be: A Finale'.

Enjoy!

Part One: High School

Chapter One: Why Videl should never ask for help from people named after underwear.

Videl Satan was singing in the shower as she washed up. In fact, she had been singing before she got into the shower, and before the time before she had got in the shower, too. It was frightening the neighbors, and the butler had been quite startled when the unfamiliar ring interrupted his favorite episode of 'Yan Can Cook'.

You may be wondering what on earth could cause Videl Satan, daughter of the Champion of Earth, and protector of Satan City, to sing. Or, you may be wondering what all this singing is leading up to. Either way, Videl was singing because she had given herself a mission.

Now, this was not just ANY mission. This was a mission of grave importance, one that could make or break her high school career.

It all started one lovely evening as Videl sat watching one of her favorite television programs. It was a very funny program, and Videl laughed the whole way through, but when it was over, she had no one to laugh about it with, which depleted the total funniness of it all and created a really long run on sentence. Soon, after much thinking (a total of 7.291 seconds), Videl came to the conclusion that she was lonely. And not the I-need-a-pet lonely, either. She was what could only be defined as I-need-a-boyfriend-to-cuddle-with lonely.

There was only one problem. The only boy she wanted to be her boyfriend was the shy, to polite to be human, adorable Gohan Son. Of course, the boy was ignorant of the fact that he was the object of such devotion from one very feisty girl named Videl. He was a clueless male(TM), something that all girls know and love. Yet, when after countless hints, most clueless males(TM) catch on that a girl like them. Of course, if Gohan were the average clueless male(TM), we wouldn't have this story.

And so, Videl Satan had her mission. She was going to make Gohan Son fall in love with her.

After she finished her shower, she walked over to her armoire and pulled out a simple white shirt and blue leggings. She ran a brush through her short hair, did a couple martial arts stretches, and slipped on her shoes.

If she was going to complete her mission successfully, she was going to need the aid of Gohan's longtime friend, Bulma Briefs.

~*~*~*~*

Videl found Bulma Briefs, president of Capsule Corporation, mother of one, and wife of the most annoying man on the face of the earth, in her study prodding a mangled remote control. Beyond Bulma, through an open door, Videl could see the usually white and blue living room covered with couch stuffing and black soot.

"What the heck happened in there?" Videl asked, her royal blue eyes showing just how frightened she was to no the answer.

"Vegeta and Trunks got into a fight over the remote control."

"What?! Then why is the entire living room practically destroyed?" Videl exclaimed, her eyes as wide as saucers.

Bulma looked at Videl, contemplating what to say, realizing that Gohan had told the girl next to nothing about himself, and the whole part about him being an alien had just never come up. "You just…wouldn't understand. So…" Bulma started to change the subject, "what brings you here, Videl? Some problems in yours and Gohan's relationship?" It was said teasingly, and Bulma expected the young girl to vehemently deny that she and Gohan were involved in a relationship as she usually did.

"Actually, Bulma, the problem is the LACK of a relationship."

"Huh?! What was that? You wouldn't happen to like our little Gohan-chan, now would you?" Bulma asked teasingly.

Videl sighed. "I'm not stupid and I'm not blind."

"Gohan's not stupid or blind either. I'm sure he realizes what a great girl you are, Videl."

"Yes, he may not be, but he's PAINFULLY shy and polite…" Videl paused and Bulma nodded in agreement. "Now, I'm not a terribly patient girl, and Gohan's not especially outgoing, so I need to make the first move…and…Ineedyourhelp."

Bulma raised an eyebrow. As she looked across the table at the proud, strong-willed girl sitting there, she knew she would never, EVER, have this opportunity again. Therefore…

"I'm sorry. I couldn't quite understand you there. Would you mind terribly if I asked you to repeat it?"

Videl scowled as the aqua haired woman assumed a smirk strongly reminiscent of that of her husband. She took a deep breath to calm her rage. "I need your help."

Vegeta chose that moment to walk into Bulma's study. "That stupid son of yours drives me crazy, woman," he said, scowling.

"If I remember correctly Vegeta, it takes two to tango. He's your son too. Besides, you're the one acting completely immature."

Videl thought back to the beginning of the conversation and a thought slipped out of her mouth, unhindered. "You had a fight with your son and blew up the living room?"

Vegeta's already present scowl deepened, and Videl took that as a yes.

"Vegeta-san? Sir?" she asked tremulously .

"What," he demanded.

"If you don't mind my asking, sir, what DID you want to watch?"

"WWF Wrestling."

"Oh," Videl said as he left the room.

Bulma rolled her eyes and turned back to Videl. "Before I can help you, I need to see how bad the problem is."

Videl nodded.

"So here's what we'll do…"

After Videl heard the plan she smiled grimly, and stood, preparing to leave. "Thank you, Bulma. But do we really need to bring Chi Chi into this?"

Bulma nodded solemnly. "So be it."

After Videl had left, Vegeta stepped part of the way into the room and leaned against the door frame. "She's a good mate for the brat, I think."

"Me too, but I'm worried about how she'll react when she finds out Gohan's not exactly human."

"She likes the brat too much for that to matter, I think." Trademark Vegeta grin ensues. "Why is beyond me."

Bulma slapped him on the arm. "You're an arrogant bastard, you know that?"

"Of course I am. I'm a prince-it's required."

"Whatever," Bulma said as she stood on tiptoe, preparing to kiss him…

"EWWW!! Mom! Dad! Not in front of delicate young eyes such as my own!"

Bulma's eyes took on an evil glare. "That stupid son of yours drives me crazy, man."

"He's right. Let's take this somewhere else," he growled as he led her to their bedroom. Bulma giggled. `I love it when he gets like this!'

"EEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!"

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