#govi

The same Son Gohan who when hit square in the head by a fastball form Sharpner, didn’t even blink. He didn’t even raise his voice at their bull-headed, blonde-haired friend.

Running her hand through her newly cropped hair she wonders how she even ended up here in the first place.

A few days ago, before class, Erasa had talked Videl into going to the mall to shop for more clothes for the upcoming World Martial Arts Tournament (despite knowing the daughter of Hercule always sticks with bicycle shorts and oversized t-shirts for most occasions).

Somehow, the conversation moved to swimwear, much Videl’s dismay.

Gohan wasn’t even paying attention to their conversation, his face in a book as per the usual.

Erasa had become frustrated with Videl and on whim roped Gohan into their talks.

She’d asked Gohan how he think Videl would look in a bikini.

Gohan had said without hesitation, “Nice, I think. It’d be pretty interesting seeing her in something more flattering.”

Instantly the color had left his face.

He’d immediately gone into panic mode, repeatedly asking the ebony haired girl for forgiveness, constantly saying he didn’t mean anything by it.

The boy from the sticks talked without thinking, that much was clear.

He didn’t have a harmful bone in his body.

At least as far as Videl knew.

But that didn’t matter to her.

As such was in her nature, she’d taken what could’ve been interrupted as an insult and as a personal challenge.

“Yeah! Well I’ll show you Gohan! Why don’t you come with us and you’ll see how flattering I can be!”

Gohan wasn’t the only person who spoke without thinking that day.

And Erasa…

Erasa simply had the most satisfying smirk on her face. Almost like she planned this along.

“Great! It’s date!” She said.

She just had to use that word didn’t she. Thought Videl.

She pats imaginary dust from her oversized t-shirt and bicycle shorts, and reluctantly follows her friend further in the store.

Erasa brings up another number for Videl. This time it’s a collection of strings that somehow is supposed to be a swimsuit.

Red-faced, Videl practically screams at Erasa, “Shouldn’t you being showing Gohan some of these!? He the one that wants to see me in it!”

Clearly having fun, the blonde giggles and then responds, “I get the feeling our Gohan would be happy to see you in anything besides those oversized t-shirts.”

“’Our?’” Questions Videl.

With a knowing smirk, Erasa says, “Whoops! Sorry V didn’t mean to step on your toes. That’s your man after all.” She finished with a wink.

Videl’s unable give Erasa a piece of her mind, as her green tube top clad friend had scampered off, most likely in search of more swimwear.

Against her better judgement, Videl continues to follow Erasa around. Intermittently, Erasa continues show Videl swimsuits. The ebony-haired martial artist continues shooting them down.

Eventually, Erasa makes a proposition. “Hey what do you think of this, think we could get Gohan to model something instead of you?”

She’s holding up a red speedo, maybe a size or two too small for a man about Gohan’s build.

Her eyes find themselves shifting over to where Gohan is. He’s browsing the sunglasses rack. He meets her eyes, and looks away quickly, blush apparent on his face. He’s wearing his familiar red-orange pants with a long-sleeved white shirt under a black vest.

She’s seen him in his training outfit. That purple number that revealed his chest and arms.

Then the thought of him in nothing but that red speedo becomes her all-consuming thought.

Without realizing it, a dopey smile spreads across her face as it becomes as red as her maiden name’s namesake.

“So, I guess you approve, huh?”

“WHAT? NO! I don’t what you’re talking about,” says Videl, crossing her arms, turning her back to Erasa.

The blonde breaks into another fit of laughs at her friend’s expense. A strong gust of wind suddenly goes throw the shop and their friend is gone.

She looks around, and says, “Where did Gohan go? He was just here!”

They each share a look and say simultaneously, “Food court.”

****

Saiyans are mostly driven by two things.

Battle and hunger.

Despite it going against his physiology being only half Saiyan, Gohan has a disposition towards fighting.

He only does so when absolutely necessary.

But at this current moment he finds himself being driven more by the latter part of his nature.

Hunger.

The food court is awash with displays of food and smells most delectable to the young half saiyan.

Pizzas, fried chicken, subs.

Gohan can’t really decide on anything.

But anything would do to get his mind off his situation.

Those swimsuits Erasa was suggesting Videl try on kept getting more and more revealing, much to his and Videl’s embarrassment.

The last straw was when she’d suggested he try on something, pulling an undersized red speedo seemingly out of nowhere.

With his abilities, he went on his way without either of them being the wiser.

That darn Erasa!

Smiling that darn smug smile like she knew something he and Videl didn’t.

She just had to go and ask him how he’d think Videl would look in swimwear.

And he just had to go and speak from his heart without thinking.

And Videl went and took it the wrong way.

Like when he’d made the comment about her hair.

He didn’t mind the long pigtails on his blued eyed classmate.

He didn’t think she looked bad with it cut short.

And she'd cut her hair at his suggestion.

That must mean he must have made some sort of impression if she changed her appearance at something he said.

But that could mean she could possibly return his feelings.

The thought both scares and excites him.

“There’s a saiyan on deck! Might as well shut down the court!” Yells a familiar voice.

He looks around trying to find who it was that yelled at him.

He eventually spots a family of three at one the tables in the food court, two of which are waiving at him.

He makes his way to the seated family of Krillin, 18, and Marron.

Marron’s dressed in black jeans, black and white sneakers and a red t-shirt with a chibi caricature of Videl on it in a fighting pose, as she waves excitedly at the half saiyan with the widest of smiles on her face.

18’s waving is much more subdued, as is her expression: a slight smile, damn near incomprehensible if one didn’t look carefully enough. She dressed in a black shirt with white sleeves accented with thin gray strips, with blue jeans, black flats and orange socks.

Krillin is muttering quietly to himself, elbows on the table, hands in his hair over a container of what smells like bourbon chicken. He’s completely oblivious to what’s going on around him. He’s dressed in a solid black t-shirt with kaki pants and black shoes.

“Hey guys! What’s up with Krillin?” Asks Gohan.

“Hey Gohan!” Says Marron, running up to the half saiyan.

“Hey kid,” answers 18. She looks to Krillin, her slight smile becoming just a bit more than for just a moment. “Don’t mind him. He’s been going on about bourbon chicken recipes for the last few weeks. About how he can never get the ingredients right to match the taste of what they serve at the malls.* Marron and I tell him his is just as good if not better. What they serve here is fine if just a bit too sweet for my tastes.” She leans over and kisses Krillin on the top of his head. “I don’t know what to do with him.”

“Thanks babe.” Says Krillin. “How are you Gohan? What are you doing all the way out in Satan City, on a Saturday?”

Gohan thinks of the two girls he left in that clothing store and red begins to creep up on his face. “Well, I’m helping a few friends from school with some shopping.”

“Really Gohan? Then what is it that’s got you red faced, hmm? These friends of yours don’t happen to be girls, do they?” Asked 18.

“How’d…?” Trailed off Gohan.

“Chi-Chi told me and Bulma.”

“Figures.”

“And what are these,” she stops for a moment barely able to contain her amusement, “girl friends of yours shopping for exactly?”

Gohan’s blush deepens.

“Come on kid, tell us!” Says Krillin, the needling of his young friend seemingly knocking him out his funk.

Krillin leans toward Gohan, as to tell him some secret. “You weren’t shopping for ‘unmentionables’ with them, were you?”

Both Krillin and 18 crack big wide smiles.

Gohan, unable to take the pressure the couple staring him down, “Swimsuits, bikinis.” He mumbles.

“Two girls,” said Krillin.

“At the same time”, responded 18.

“Hey, it’s not like that. One’s a good friend, the other one well…” Gohan trailed off.

They both burst out laughing, much to the young half saiyan’s chagrin.

Marron’s looking to her mother and father, and Gohan in confusion, missing the joke.

Krillin picks up on it and plucks Marron from her chair. He cuddles the young blonde close to him and says, “Our little Gohan’s growing up!”

She giggles at her father’s exclamations and affections.

He places Marron back down, patting his stomach. “I think all this bourbon chicken’s starting to catch up to me, excuse me. Take care of my girls while I’m gone Gohan!”

18 waives him off as he walks away, “I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself I’ll have you know.” She said with a smile.

****

Erasa had managed to talk Videl into buying one swimsuit.

A purple one-piece.

They mainly did it to buy time before they went to hunt down Gohan at the food court.

They’ve seen the boy eat before and it’s not a sight they care to subject themselves to too often if they can help it.

If Videl was being honest with herself, she’d admit she’s a little disappointed she didn’t get to model it for Gohan.

It was the lone piece she’d tried on today.

Seemingly picking up on her friend’s thoughts, Erasa says, “It suited you V. I thought it was flattering at least. Though I do think you’d really catch Gohan’s attention with a two-piece.”

“Thanks, Erasa, I really apricate it.”

The two continue to walk, making idle chatter until they reach food court.

They look around in search of their friend until Erasa exclaims, “I think I found him! And who’s that blonde with him?”

“What?” Videl practically screams in response.

“She’s beautiful too. She must be a model or something.” Says Erasa. “Oh, she’s got the cutest little girl with her too, must be her daughter. They look pretty chummy.”

So that’s it, huh?

He ditched them to pick up girls in the food court.

A sinking feeling begins to creep its way into her gut.

“I thought… I thought…” Videl mumbles to herself.

“Ah, V, maybe it’s not as bad as it seems. Maybe they’re just friends.”

18 places a hand on Gohan’s as she laughs.

“That…that…that…”

‘Two-timer’ is the word that pops into her mind.

But that word would imply feelings she’s not ready acknowledge, or at least she wasn’t ready to acknowledge them before today.

She releases a breath, steeling herself for what she’s about to do, throws her bag toward Erasa and storms off.

“Videl! Videl wait!”

****

Behind the taller boy there’s a bit of a commotion.

18 hears a young lady calling another’s name, and she sees a teenaged girl, with short black hair and steeled blue eyes heading straight in their direction.

Her young friend’s crush.

Videl Satan.

“Look out Gohan, we’ve got a hot one coming in.” Said 18.

“Wha...?”

She points in the direction of the oncoming Satan.

“Hey Videl! This is…”

“Don’t you ‘hey Videl’ me!” She screams getting into Gohan’s face.

She's a personal space invader, this Videl is. Thinks 18.

She can relate to invading the space of her of crush.

Before she and Krillin were officially an item, 18 always found ways to break down the barriers of personal space that left her little monk red-faced, sputtering and finding one excuse or another to excuse himself in order to hide his embarrassment. She would sometimes chase him down to see what else adorable reactions she could coax out of him. 18 still on occasion invades Krillin's personal space, he still sputters and gets embarrassed about it, but he doesn't excuse himself anymore. She glances down to her wedding ring. He either really loves me, or he knows better. Or both. 18 giggles to herself.

Erasa reaches Videl, just before she goes into her tirade, “Videl, calm down! Let’s just think about this.” Said Erasa.

“You ditched us to pick up girls at the food court!” Screamed Videl.

“Wha…?” Responds 18.

“Kami! You’re Videl Satan!” Interjects Marron.

“OK. OK. Multi-pronged attack going on here.” Says 18.

She gets up from her seat and forces distance between Videl and Gohan, shoving them apart. A look of mild surprise is on Videl’s face, likely at the slender, curvy woman’s strength.

“OK.” Says 18. She takes Marron by the hand, leading her to the Satan girl. “Go ahead sweetie, you were saying?”

Marron shyly approaches the young Martial Artist, excitement at meeting a genuine celebrity obvious in her bright eyes, “Miss Videl, I’m a big fan of yours. I especially like that you fight crime with Goh-“, she stops immediately her eyes darting to Gohan, realizing her mistake, “Great Saiyaman.”

Videl’s anger melts away at the sight of the earnest and bright-eyed fan. She drops to a knee, “What’s your name?” She asks.

“I’m Marron.”

She motions the little girl closer to her, and whispers, “It ok, Marron. I already know the secret. Gohan is Saiyaman.”

As if its even physically possible, Marron’s expression brightens even more. “If its not too much trouble Miss Videl, can I get your autograph?”

“Sure thing.”

The little girl scrambles immediately for something to sigh with.

“Here you go,” says 18 handing Marron a marker. “Can you sign her shirt, Miss Videl?” Said 18 with a teasing smile.

A similar smile that Erasa wore earlier today.

“Uh, sure,” Marron hands the marker to Videl and the martial artist goes about signing Marron’s shirt.

Marron, as pleased as punch, holds the bottom hem of her shirt in her hand, stretching it out slightly, admiring her official Videl Satan merch freshly signed by the heroine herself!

Marron launches herself at the Satan girl, “Thank you so much Miss Videl,” said Marron. She scampers over to her mother.

“Alright, now that’s taken care of what was it you were saying?” Said 18, referring to Videl.

“You and Gohan, flirting.”

“Excuse me?” Said 18, flipping her hair out her face.

“And you’re married!?” Said Videl incredulously, pointing to 18’s wedding ring.

At the implication 18's first instinct is go on the attack, like she often does whenever Vegeta's more abrasive nature collides with her. On the other hand, living with and learning some of the practices of Krillin's former life as a monk is causing her to reconsider that option. At the thought of further agitating the young lady before her, 18 thinks of example she's setting forth for Marron, not to mention what Krillin would think of her for further escalating the situation.

At the consideration of her family she takes a serious expression, folds her arms and says, "Videl. I've seen much about your crime fighting on the news, not mention what I've heard from Gohan here," she said jamming her thumb in his direction. What she does next would make Krillin proud (if would hurry up from his visit to the bathroom) and stuns Gohan. She bows respectfully and says, "Thank you for taking care of Gohan while he's in school and the city. And no, Gohan wasn’t flirting with me. As you pointed out, I’m happily married and to the best man a lady can ask for. I’ve known Gohan since he was 10-“

“11,” interrupts Gohan.

“What?” Says 18, turning to the half saiyan.

“You’ve known me since I was 11.” Gohan said plainly.

“But, Fuckface’s data base-“

“Hyperbolic Time Chamber.”

18 sighs, then turns back to Videl, “As I was saying, I’ve known Gohan since he 11. While I'm sure there's some young lady out there who'd be happy to have him, he's more like the little brother I never had.”

“But what about 17?” Said Gohan.

She scoffs, “I stand corrected once again. Gohan’s like the little brother I occasionally want to throttle, unlike my twin, whom I constantly want to throttle. But his constant interruptions are surely testing that theory.”

“Sorry,” said Gohan meekly.

“So, I thought,” Videl stammers, “oh Kami! I’m so sorry ma’am. I just. I don’t know.”

18 approaches the girl and puts a hand on her shoulder, giving her sympathetic smile. “Gohan,” she says turning to the young man, “do me a favor and take Marron to the merry-go-round please? I’d like to have a discussion with Videl and her friend here.”

“Uh, sure 18, lets go Marron,” said Gohan as he picked up the three-year-old.

18 waits until Gohan’s out of ear sight before she speaks.

“So, you’re head over heels for our boy, huh? That look in your eyes when you were storming over here. If looks could kill, I’d be dead a few times over.”

Videl looks away from the older blonde, “I like him, okay! I wouldn’t venture as far to say, ‘head over heels,’ but…” she trails off as a blush creeps it’s way up her face.

“Our girl’s it bad, whether she wants to admit it or not.” Says Erasa, as she takes her friend into an embrace.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name?” Said 18.

“Erasa,” said the blonde extending her hand. “So, your name’s 18, huh? Interesting.”

“My father was, well that’s not important right now. What was your game here today?”

Erasa cracks that smile one more time, “I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about.”

“Come on Erasa, I was talking to Gohan before all this jumped off. Videl maybe a Satan but you’re the devil,” said 18 cracking a smile of her own.

“Okay fine. I thought I could get Videl to model skimpy swimsuits for Gohan. Luckily, I managed to get both them to come to this trip. This smile and bright eyes are hard to say no too. I figured I can embarrass those two into admitting their feelings for each other. Or at the very least find great entertainment at their reactions which could have been delicious."

“I think I found a new friend.” Said 18.

Krillin comes back to the table, eating an egg roll and sipping a soda, “Hey, where’d Gohan and Marron go?”

“Merry-go-around,” answered 18.

He takes a look at the two girls and 18, “I feel like I missed something here.”

“You were right babe,” said 18 as she ran a hand through her husband’s hair, “our little Gohan’s growing up.”

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*Real life strikes, someone help me!!

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