Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Trophy Wife ❯ Disturbed ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimer:I do not own DBZ, DB, DBGT or anything related, except for the idea for this fic.

Zookeeper: Uh... sorry for the really long delay...
Reporter: Yeah, you BETTER be.
Zookeeper: Well, you see... I've been experiencing major writer's block, and of course Repo here provides no help at all.
Reporter: Oh, yeah, blame it all on ME, why don't you?
Zookeeper: YOU were the one that got me all those sad movies and made me cry all night!
Reporter: How is that of relevence?!
Zookeeper: Nevermind... you're so insensitive... And speaking of sensibility, in this chapter there might be moments when it might sound like I'm stereotyping people and offending minority. Please be assured that is not the case... it is intended for humour purposes only.

---------------------------------------------------------- “So, when exactly were you planning to tell us about this?” Bulma frowned at her best friend, arms akimbo as she stood in the middle of Chichi’s dressing room with an accusing glare. They were alone since Broly had wandered off, probably to piss off Radditz again.

Chichi fidgeted uneasily under Bulma’s scrutinizing eyes and shrugged. “I don’t know… probably never. I don’t know how my family is going to react. I don’t think I even want to know.”

Bulma sighed and sat down beside Chichi, wrapping an arm around her. “Y’know, you’ve got to tell them sometime. They’ll eventually find out anyway, and I believe you’d rather be the one telling them than some lecherous photographer, right? Saves you grief and maybe even some poor man‘s life.”

Chichi slumped in the chair, eyes downcast. “Yeah, you’re right. But you do promise me that you won’t tell them, right? I mean… at least not now?”

Bulma grinned at her friend’s insecurities. “Well you wouldn’t have to worry about that. In fact, you have nothing to worry about, period. Being a model is just simply awesome! I’m sure Goku and the boys will approve.”

The black haired fighter gave a weak smile, attempting to lighten up the potentially dangerous situation. “Yeah. It’s just that with me basically being a prude in everyone’s eyes…” Chichi however didn’t get to finish her sentence, as Broly decided to barge in with perfect timing. Dressed in a similarly skimpy outfit as his boss, the large Saiyajin seemed to have a problem getting out of it now that the shooting’s done. Stumbling around as he tried in vain to unzip the cursed zippers at the back of his very short shorts, he was completely oblivious to the presence of the blue haired scientist.

“Say Chichi? Could you help me get this zipper undone? I think it might be stuck on my ass for good.”

Raising a very suspicious eyebrow, Bulma first eyed the large hunk and then her best friend. “Prude, eh? …really, now.”

Chichi silently cursed at Broly’s timing. Broly, however, was quite surprised when he turned around and saw a blue haired woman sitting on the arm of the makeup chair. Raising an eyebrow, with his hands still on the zipper, Broly asked in a rather defensive voice. “And who might you be?”

Standing up awkwardly, Bulma extended her hand in a somewhat professional manner. “My name is Bulma Briefs, I’m a friend of Chichi’s.”

Upon hearing her name Broly’s eyes widened considerably. “Bulma Briefs? The Bulma Briefs? The Bulma Briefs who owns the Capsule Corporation?!”

Bulma was slightly taken aback by his reactions. In her opinion, male models are generally a bunch of arrogant pricks who cared for nothing but money and slutty chicks. So how come he recognizes her? Well… come to think of it, she still has plenty of money, but ever since she’d had Trunks she kind of grew out of that “flirty” phase. “Um… yes… that would be me, alright.”

Broly grinned happily and gave her hand a strong shake, nearly rattling Bulma‘s bones. “Wow, this is really great! I’m sure my boss would love to speak to you, but first…” Broly turned around and thrust his ass into her face, his tail wagging impatiently. “Could you help me unzip this stupid thing, please?”




Somewhere else in Satan city, a small family is enjoying the peace of a warm, lazy afternoon.

The blond father sat brooding in the basement, having no idea how to fix the bright yellow beetle parked in the small garage of their pastel yellow house. The blonde mother stood in front of the stove, humming a tune to herself as she made yet another golden omelette. The blond boy sat on the plush yellow carpet, teasing the family’s blond dog with a canary. While his teenage blonde sister slouched on the yellow couch, reading a teen magazine.

The blond father now strode in, finally admitting that he can’t fix anything if his life depended on it, and went to sit beside his daughter on the couch. Walking by, he caught a glimpse of a photo in his daughter’s magazine, and stopped mid-step and snatched it from her. Frowning to himself, he called for his wife. ‘That picture looks oddly familiar…’

Standing beside her husband, the blonde woman looked at him questioningly. “You called me, Sharpener?”

“Yes. Look at this, Erasa… does she look familiar to you?” Sharpener handed the magazine to his wife, ignoring the disgruntled protests from his daughter.

Erasa inspected the picture and frowned also. ‘Sharpener’s right, she definitely looks a bit familiar, but I couldn’t put my finger on it… The only black-haired girl we both knew was Videl back in high school… and this is most certainly NOT Videl Satan. But all our other friends are blonde… or green…?’ “Yes, you’re right… but she’s not Videl, is she?”

Sharpener looked at the picture again and shook his head. “No, not Videl. What other black haired people do we know?”

The two blondes look at each other in bewilderment, and suddenly, it clicked. Their confused expressions immediately changed into ones of shock, horror, and in Sharpener’s case, disgust.

“Gohan!”



At the other side of town, another couple is also enjoying the tranquil day that seemed to come so rarely in their lives.

Gohan was slouched on their black leather couch, seemingly not to mind the material sticking to his bare back. He had on a pair of comfortable sweatpants, and an even more comfortable Videl curled up in his lap, all wrapped up in a fluffy robe and snuggled against his chest.

“Hmm… it’s nice that you have a day off, Gohan…” Videl murmured, and nuzzled her nose against her husband’s neck again.

Gohan nuzzled her back and smiled, tightening his arms around her. “Yeah… I’ve turned into a workaholic, haven’t I?”

Videl giggled and kissed him softly, gently nibbling at his lower lip. “Um-hum. You barely have time to play with me anymore…”

“Do you want to play now, then?” Gohan asked with a teasing tone, one eyebrow raised at his blushing wife. Just when he leaned in for another kiss, the telephone gave out a shrill ring. Sighing in frustration, Gohan grabbed the phone rather roughly off the coffee table and nearly barked into the receiver.

“What do you want?”



On the other end of the conversation, two blondes are nearly clawing at each other, fighting for their chance to scream into the abused cell phone.
“Videl honey! Speak to us! You mustn’t be fooled anym--”

“Videl listen! There’s something important you must know! We’re on out wa--”

“Hang on, okay dear? We’ll be there as soon as we can to save you! Oh you poor sou--”

“And stay away from him… er… her…er…it! Yeah! Just stand still and don’t move until we get there, o--”

“Don’t give up yet, sweetie! Just stay put, there’s always plastic surge--”

In the font seat, the taxi driver sighed. Blondes. It’s a darn good thing he’s got his ear plus today. Too bad he won’t be able to listen to the radio anymore. Oh well.



Gohan’s hitched eyebrow raised even higher at the shrill shrieks coming through the phone. Holding it away from his ear, he was barely able to make it stop ringing… and make out the word “Videl” amid the frantic cries.

With a confused and slightly annoyed expression on his face, Gohan handed the offending phone to his wife.

Videl held the phone away from her face also, even though her sense of hearing isn’t nearly as sharp as Gohan’s. Just as she was about to tell whoever it is to “control their volume levels” in much less flattering terms, the door to their house was busted open and two very flustered blondes rushed in, still screaming into the cell phone between them.

Gohan and Videl just stared.

Eventually, it got through Sharpener and Erasa’s thick skulls that they have already arrived at their destination, and it’s time to scream at them in person instead of into the phone.

Almost at once, the couple pounced. Erasa grabbed Videl by the wrist and dragged her to the other side of the room while Sharpener considered pinning Gohan but changed his mind at the angry glare he’s receiving.

“Videl honey… I know this is going to hurt you, but Gohan here isn’t who you think he is.” Erasa gently placed her hands on the fighter’s shoulders, waiting to comfort her once the news sinks in.

Videl, on the other hand, is just confused. “Erasa? What are you talking about, what do you mea-” Realization sank in and Videl froze, a chill crawling up her spine. ‘Erasa and Sharpener knows about Gohan being a Saiyajin! But… how?! Oh no… how am I going to explain this one?’

Laughing nervously, Videl tried desperately to brush it off. “Oh, you mean that? Oh haha, don’t worry about it, it’s fine! Heh heh, no really, it is! It doesn’t make him a different person at all, and plus I kind of like it! Yeah! Heh…”

Sharpener and Erasa stared at Videl as if she’d just grown a second head. ‘She LIKES it?!’

Erasa came forward and gently hugged her. Her fighter friend had always been a bit eccentric after all. “But Videl… why… we never knew you had a thing for drag queens! If I had known, I would have ordered the stripper at your bachelorette party to dress up that way! Seriously Videl, you should really start tell-”

Videl nearly exploded from shock. ‘Drag queens?! She thought Gohan was a drag queen?! WHAT! Argh!!!!’ “No no no Erasa! He’s not a drag queen!”

Gohan, who hadn’t said much since the arrival of the blondes, was sitting on the cough again, watching the whole scene with a hint of amusement in his onyx eyes. He’ll ask about the bachelorette party later.

“He’s… not? But Sharpener…” Erasa turned to her equally confused husband, who was still holding the magazine in his hands.

Upset and bewildered, Sharpener thrust the magazine into Videl’s hands. “See for yourself! Even I can tell they’re the same person! They look too much alike to be anything else!”

Videl took one look at the picture and her jaw dropped. Okay, so she’s been warned that her husband’s family isn’t the most typical on earth… but still, this is definitely not what she had expected. She quickly slammed the cover shut when Gohan approached her.

“Videl?” Gohan address his wife with a small frown. Why is she hiding it from him?

The female fighter scrambled around for an appropriate excuse. “Well… um, it’s not very… um, decent. I don’t want you to see it.” Immediately after the words left her mouth, Videl wanted to kick herself in the head. What was she thinking? He’s going to take that in the wrong way, for sure…

Gohan hitched an eyebrow at his wife. ‘Indecent? Why… she thinks I’m going to be effected by pornography?!’ Extending his hand, Gohan said in a slightly disapproving tone. “Quit being frivolous, Videl. You know me better than that. Now, hand it over and stop this squeamishness.”

Videl gulped visibly. Gohan must be pretty upset… he very rarely gets serious like this. Almost meekly, Videl handed the magazine to her husband.

Gohan leafed through the pages and came upon the correct one. Then he just stared. As if a static television suddenly coming into focus, part of his mind immediately clicked. Sharpener and Erasa’s crazy assumptions, his wife’s strange behaviour… it all makes sense. But another part fogged up immediately. Why is she doing this? And more importantly, why is she hiding it from them? Dropping the magazine onto the floor, Gohan stalked upstairs and went into his study, shutting the door behind him.

Downstairs, the two blondes followed the retreating back of their friend, more confused now than ever. Videl, on the other hand, understood perfectly. She gently took hold of their arms and lead them out the door. “I think he needs some time alone now, guys… I’m not shooing you away, but it’ll probably be a good idea not to come back here for the rest of the week…”

“But why?” Erasa whined, puzzled and slightly offended. “What did we do wrong?”

Videl sighed. The day was going so well… “Nothing. You did nothing wrong… it’s just that, well…” The daughter of Hercule hesitated. This is Gohan’s business… not hers. But on the other hand, these two already know part of it, and they’ll find out soon enough anyway. Might as well tell them. “Well, that lady in the picture… she’s his mom.”





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Zookeeper: Sorry folks, I simply CANNOT get this stupid formatting thing to work. Grr… I tried every single one of the formats accepted by MM.org, and every single one of them turns out warped. Oh and BTW, the next chapter is going to be boring as hell.
Reporter: That is, UNLESS you happen to enjoy Chichi being discovered, Bulma getting signed, Sharpener and Erasa causing more trouble, and Gohan getting some (from Videl, of course)! XD
Zookeeper: *grins* See you next time!