Summary: Two teens find the true definition of love in each other, but will it be enough? Gohan and Videl discover emotions that have never bothered them until now. Action, adventure, and humor follow the duo through their journey down the path of love.

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WHEN BLACK MEETS BLUE

by Angie and Lena

Chapter Two: Lessons

Videl sprinted up the stairs, shoving any servant unfortunate to cross her path to the ground, her vision blurring with angry tears that threatened to spill over at any moment. She viciously yanked the door to her room open. Then, slightly unsure of what to do, she walked slowly to her bed and sprawled across it. Her eyes wandered around the room, eager to find something to smash.

Her gaze fell upon a picture set on one dresser. A smiling Hercule had his four-year-old daughter on his lap, looking more relaxed than she could remember seeing him. She thinned her lips angrily and reached for the frame. The instant her hands closed upon it, she hurled it across the room. It hit the wall with a tinkling crash and fractured into a thousand shards of glass and memories. Some days she just didn't know her own strength.

A timid knock at the door made her jump. "I don't want to talk to anyone. Go away."

A quavering voice answered, a servant. "But Videl, I'm just here to bring you sup—"

"I won't repeat myself," Videl grated out. "Leave, now."

She laid back on the bed, massaging her temples and closing her eyes. At some point, she must have fallen asleep, because when she opened them again, bright streaks of sunlight streamed through the high windows into her room.

One look at herself in the mirror convinced her that a shower would go a long way toward bettering her mood. She indulged herself, and when Videl stepped out of the hot water, she felt somewhat human again. Still in no mood to face her father, she decided to stay in her room and watch some TV. But two television programs into this calming solitude, her peace was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Videl asked cautiously, lowering the TV's volume. She had a good guess as to who stood on the other side of the wall.

"Videl?" She was right; that was her father's voice. It was uncharacteristically meek, which was the only reason she didn't immediately tell him to go away.

"Yes?" There was ice under that deceptively mild tone.

"Can I come in?" asked her father.

He sounded repentant enough...maybe he did deserve a chance to speak. Besides, Videl thought wryly, she couldn't stay in her room forever.

"Fine," she called out. "Come in, then."

The door groaned open slowly to admit a humbled Hercule, holding a delicate book of white lace and golden thread that looked very out of place in his large, roughened hands. Unwilling to meet her father's eyes, Videl focused all of her attention on that strange object. He shut the door behind him and sat down heavily on one of the room's plush chairs, an unusually pensive look on his face.

"Videl, honey," he began hesitantly. His hands clenched and unclenched around the frame of his book. "I'm really sorry for yelling at you. And there was no excuse for slapping you. I never meant to hurt you. I just don't want some...some boy to break your heart. I-I suppose I let my temper run away with me."

Videl didn't say anything, couldn't, past the lump in her throat.

"Your mother broke my heart, you know," he said almost casually, but Videl could detect the barest hints of sorrow in his voice. Strange, she never thought her father to be an emotional man. "I know you've been curious, and I know I've never really told you anything about her. I just want you to...take this."

He made as if to toss the book in his hands at her but visibly restrained himself with a taken aback expression. With abnormal care, he handed it to Videl. She had to pull at it somewhat to free it from him; his hands had clutched it, oddly unwilling to relinquish possession of it.

"Thank you," she whispered, tracing a golden symbol on the cloth front with one finger. "This means a lot to me."

"I—I'll just be...going now," said Hercule quietly, all but fleeing from the room.

After his departure, she gently lifted the cover of the book to open it. TRILLLLLLLLL! She jumped, cursing, and looked at the large clock on her wall. It was time to meet Gohan: he was probably wondering where she was!

She hesitated a moment before placing the book under her pillow and rushing out of her room. She tore through the many halls of the large house, grabbing a bagel from elderly, ever-faithful Yukio, who seemed to have anticipated her presence. She reached into one pocket for her 'copter's capsule and into another for the ignition keys.

"I'll be back later, Dad!" she called, hoping he wouldn't ask questions.

It was four and a half hours before the familiar dome shape of Gohan's house drew into view. A small smile crept onto her face as she caught sight of a smiling Gohan emerging from his house, one hand raised in greeting. As he approached, she glanced surreptitiously at his trim figure. He was wearing a gi of dark indigo, a burgundy slash tied neatly across his waist. Aware of her simple outfit of black leggings and a white t-shirt, Videl couldn't restrain a slight blush. She landed her 'copter several feet away from the house and hopped out lightly.

"Morning, Videl," Gohan said, smiling cheerfully.

"It's good to see you again, Gohan," Videl replied, with an answering smile.

"Before we start, I would like for you to meet my mom and my little brother Goten. I'll be right back," said Gohan as he turned and started toward the house. Videl watched his receding figure with a hint of impatience and excitement. Unable to stand around doing nothing, she returned to her 'copter and returned it to its capsule. Afterwards, as she put the capsule in her pocket, a blur of black and orange raced out of the house. It was moving so quickly, she backed up in alarm, but the figure came to an abrupt halt right in front of her, so that they were nose-to-nose. Well, nose-to- stomach, anyway.

The blur turned out to be a small boy who looked to be less than half Gohan's age. His features rather resembled Gohan's, in fact, and Videl guessed him to be her friend's younger brother. Her gaze was drawn to his chaotic forest of hair, and she almost laughed. To think she'd once thought of Gohan's hair as slightly unruly! She stepped back to allow for some speaking distance.

"Hi, I'm Goten! You must be Videl. Gohan talks about you a lot. Is he gonna teach you how to fly and shoot ki blasts?" he said in one breath.

Videl shook off her surprise at the young boy's inconceivable speed and smiled at him.

"It's nice to meet you, Goten, and yes, Gohan is going to teach me how to fly and shoot ki blasts." Now if only she knew just what ki blasts were...

"Cool!" the boy enthused.

Before he could let out another breathless rush of questions, a woman of small stature with neat black tresses stepped out of the house and walked with light, graceful steps towards them. When Videl made eye contact, she recognized the intelligent glimmer in the woman's eyes. She met that same spark in different eyes across the room in school.

Gohan's mother...she felt a flush of nervousness, though for what reason, she couldn't be sure, and resolved to be polite as she could. The woman smiled at Videl, and she answered with an uncharacteristically shy smile of her own.

"Hello, you must be Videl," the petite woman said warmly. "Gohan's told us so much about you. It's nice to finally meet you, I'm Chichi."

"It's nice to meet you Chichi." Videl said with a respectful nod. Gohan appeared to take the brief silence as his cue to step in.

"So, Videl, are you ready to begin lesson one in ki training?" he asked.

Chichi's mouth twitched as if she were restraining a smile. "In that case, I had better start preparing lunch. I don't know about you, but my Gohan is about ready to eat the house, from the carpet up through the roof, by the time he breaks in his training for lunch."

Gohan rewarded his mother with one of his breathtaking smiles before returning his regard to her. Videl realized then that he was awaiting an answer.

"You bet!" she said enthusiastically.

Gohan led her to an area not far from his house, which was flat and covered in tall grasses that covered Videl's feet up to her ankle. A few trees were scattered on the edges of the small meadow, but aside from them, the grounds were surprisingly free of obstructing plants and bushes. Videl couldn't think of a better place to practice...whatever Gohan had in mind. He stopped in a patch of slightly shorter grass and sat down. She quickly followed his example, trying not to look as anxious as she felt.

"OK," Gohan said, blowing out a calm breath. "First, you have to find your ki."

Find her ki? "How do I do that?" Videl asked curiously.

Gohan took a minute to gather his thoughts, obviously searching for a simple way to explain.

"Well, first you have to close your eyes and concentrate on the energy in the center of your body. Then, you have to try bringing that energy out into your hands." At her hesitant look, he smiled reassuringly. "Here, I'll show you."

He slowly drew his hands apart just in front of his navel, a small furrow of concentration on his brow, and a small, glowing sphere of brilliant light formed between them. It lit up the area around him like a small sun.

"Amazing," Videl breathed, shaking her head in awe. She met his gaze eagerly. "My turn to give it a try."

She set her shoulders, closed her eyes and tried to center herself, searching for the energy inside that seemed to come so easily to Gohan. He must have noticed the tense set of her shoulders, because she felt a hand grasp her shoulder gently. Her eyes flew open, and she just managed to withhold a blush.

"Videl," he said calmly, "you have to relax. You can't be tense or you'll never find it."

Videl nodded and proceeded, calming her tense muscles. She tried to follow his advice and spent the next fifteen minutes with her eyes shut, trying to draw out the energy she could almost sense beneath her surface. On what had to be her dozenth try, she felt an almost electric tingle in her fingers. Videl opened her eyes and saw a very tiny ball of light emitting a feeble light between her outstretched hands. She let out a gasp of delight.

"I did it!" she said with a furious sort of joy.

Gohan looked as pleased as she thought she felt at her quick progress.

"Great job, Videl! I've never seen anyone bring it out that fast," Gohan said, with something like pride.

The sincere praise lifted her heart and she felt abruptly like breaking into song or dance or something similarly jubilant. Slowly the little ball faded away. Gohan stood up and held a hand out for Videl. She took it gratefully, feeling strangely exhausted, and allowed him to pull her to her feet. She felt instantly light-headed and stumbled a few steps before she caught her balance. She shook her head as if to clear it and checked to see if Gohan had noticed her display of weakness, hoping that he hadn't.

"Bringing out your ki can take a lot out of you," he said as if reading her thoughts. "You might feel woozy for a while."

He started walking back toward the house; she watched him for a moment, and then followed, feeling slightly confused at the abrupt end to the—thus far—rather successful lesson.

"We're leaving already?" she asked, pouting slightly.

"Well, we can only do this one step at a time." Then he smiled sheepishly and a low rumble sounded from his stomach. "And it's lunch time. I'm hungry."

"Oh, so that's the real reason," Videl teased, but she was a bit hungry herself, now that she thought about it.

As they came closer to the house, Videl picked up the tempting aroma of freshly cooked meat, along with the spicy smells of seasoned vegetables. Her pang of hunger grew sharper. Chichi emerged from the front door and opened her mouth wide to yell, but she caught sight of the pair and smiled.

"I was just about to call you two. As you can guess, lunch is ready," she said cheerfully.

Videl followed the two through the door and looked around curiously at the tidy house. Its simple furnishings were elegant in an understated way that was entirely different from the very aggressively rich decor of her own home. Goten was already at the table, staring longingly at his food, reminding her so irresistibly of Gohan during lunch at school that she had to hold back a laugh. When he spotted Gohan and her, his face brightened with excitement.

"Yes! You guys are finally here!" The way he stretched out the word "finally" suggested that the two had been gone for years instead of less than an hour. "Can we eat now, Mommy?"

Chichi nodded, and faster than you could say kamehameha, both of the Son boys attacked the mounds of food ravenously. To her surprise, Videl found that each bite of hers couldn't come quick enough. With a shrug, she dismissed it as hunger built up from what Gohan described as hard work, though she still wasn't all that sure that summoning a tiny spark of light no bigger than the tip of a ballpoint pen rated up there with heavy manual labor.

"So, how is the training going?" Chichi asked over the sounds of rapidly disappearing food.

"Great! It's so much fun. I only...well, I wish it could've lasted longer." Videl said, looking wistful. "But Gohan said it's nothing you can just throw yourself into. You have to go at it slowly, so it'll probably take ages before I learn anything. My dad will start asking questions if I go out to visit Gohan too often."

Chichi seemed to mull this over for a moment, then her lips curved into a smile. "In that case, why don't you stay over at our house for the weekend? I'm sure you can tell your father that you're staying with a girl friend of yours."

Videl's mood, which had begun to sink as she imagined the conversations she would be having with her overbearing father, brightened instantly. "Oh, of course! I'll bet by the end of the weekend, I will have already learned how to fly!"

Gohan, who had been devoting his full attention to devouring every remotely edible object in the near vicinity, perked up as some of Videl's last comment penetrated his slowly fading hunger.

"What was that?" he asked, looking faintly bemused.

Chichi smiled at her eldest son. "Nothing dear," she said, and with a shrug, he resumed eating. "Only that Videl is going to stay here for the rest of the weekend."

The sentence caught Gohan as he was swallowing, and he choked. "What? When did you decide that?"

Videl feigned a hurt expression. "Don't you want me around, Gohan-chan?" she said, looking at him. Her crystalline blue eyes grew wide and sad, though her lips twitched as though she were trying to hold back a smile.

Gohan looked chagrined and shook his head vigorously. "No, no! It's not like that. I was just wondering when you two found time to talk about it. I didn't hear anything," he admitted sheepishly, putting his hand behind his head in the Son fashion.

Videl laughed. "I was just kidding, Gohan! You're so easy to trick. And it's no wonder you didn't hear a thing we said, the way you were downing your lunch like it was your last meal on earth." Videl paused for a second with a pensive frown. "Hm. You need to take me to my house to get my stuff. We may be able to sneak past my father." She pulled a face to hide her anxiety.

Gohan chuckled and stood up. With a quick thanks and peck on the cheek for his mother, he started for the door, Videl following suit. As soon as they were outside, Gohan swooped Videl in his arms, and they were off. Caught by surprise, Videl let out a squeak, but she didn't mind all that much. Gohan had very comfortable arms and a careful way of holding her that left her feeling sure he would never drop her for anything. They moved at a breathtaking speed that reduced the ground below them to a mass of streaks and blurs of color and mangled shape.

Soon she would be at her father's, risking a night of shouting for a chance at freedom. Freedom she was having a taste of right now, gliding through clouds and feeling like there was nothing at all in the world but this soaring happiness and Gohan's strong arms. And wishing it would somehow never end.

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Angie here. I'm not going to say that I'm having "computer trouble" or that I have been busy. I'm going to tell you the truth. I'm just a lazy person. When I set my mind to it I'll be able to get chapters out in less then a year. But I'm also going to need encouragement because I don't do well without it. I would like to thank my two friends Darkheart81 and DrkWolfyOne for encouraging me, but you can also blame them for distracting me. So, I hope you accept my sincere apology and I will do my best to get the next chapter out sooner. Ja ne!

Lena now. Well, blame the wait on Angie and the mush on me. :) Other than that, all I can say is enjoy, review, and maybe Angie'll get off her lazy bum and update more frequently. Don't count on it though, huh? Hope you guys liked this chapter. Gohan/Videl mushy stuff on the way. Oh lord.