Gohan turned to see the entire number of passengers present on the bus, including the driver, all pressing their noses up against the windows on the side that he was on. He smirked as their smiles, most likely resulting from the kiss that he had given to her on her forehead turn to frowns as the grim reality that he could very well be leaving this tearful, hopelessly lost girl on her own.
A chorus of boos rang out from the interior, resonating out of the open vent at the top of the vehicle, winging their way into his ears. To be honest, he couldn't care less what they thought. Either way, this would be a story that they would be able to tell their grandkids. Be it a classic love story or one of a cruel and callous man abandoning a woman to a life alone, in Gohan's mind it didn't matter. They would still talk, and he didn't know any of these people anyway.
Four years later.
Videl opened her eyes slowly as the sounds of the clock radio blasted out as her wake up call, as always. She recognised the introduction to the song instantly, a song that might so perfectly fit to her life. The disc jockey announced over the first bars as the name that she expected came up.
Every time I think of you
I always catch my breath
And I'm still standing here
And you're miles away
And I'm wondering why you left
And there's a storm that's raging
Through my frozen heart tonight
Things might have gone so differently, if only perhaps she had made a different decision, an alternate path.
I hear your name in certain circles
And it always makes me smile
I spend my time
Thinking about you
And it's almost driving me wild
And there's a heart that's breaking
Down this long distance line tonight
I ain't missing you at all
Would she be able to say that? Could she honestly admit to herself that she wasn't missing him if she didn't have what she had now.
In your world
I have no meaning
Though I'm trying hard
And it's my heart that's breaking
Down this long distance line tonight
I ain't missing you at all
But now of course, she had a loving husband, and even a child on the way. She was still young, only twenty two, but they had agreed that a good time to raise a family would be after he had finished his more than ample education, and before their careers took over their lives. But he promised that that would never happen. She smiled to herself. Of course she believed him, he would never lie to her, never break a promise. When it came to family, he was always there, especially for her.
She rolled onto her back as she heard the door creak to her bedroom creak as it always did, and her husband entered. She sat up as she spotted the tray in his arms, and the answer to where he had been was answered. The smell that was wafting from the kitchen was not her imagination after all, and he had in fact been downstairs cooking up that horrific concoction that she craved so much. No one else could even stand the smell of those two things mixed together, nor could they stomach the horrendous sight of the thing as it swilled about in whatever container she, or indeed her husband had decided to put it in.
She readied herself in position to receive her meal, and took it from his hands, settling it on her lap. He climbed gently back into bed, not wanting to spill any onto the covers. It took weeks to get the smell out after all.
He waited patiently with the newspaper as she finished up her breakfast. Cooking it was one thing, but getting near to her while she was eating it was another. As she placed the crockery on the floor, he tossed the daily aside and scooted close to her, his arms placed around her slender shoulders, and she leant back into his broad chest.
"I can't wait until the kid drops and you stop eating that crap." He said.
She playfully scolded him for his language. "Don't talk like that in front of your little girl. She's bound to be a genius just like her father. I'm sure that she can already hear you and she's already learning words."
"Don't talk such nonsense!" He sighed out loud as he ran a hand over her belly as he pulled her t-shirt up, revealing the large bump, allowing his hand to eventually come to rest on it. "You're so fat Videl!" He joked. She reached around and smacked him on the side of the head.
"Don't talk such nonsense!" She replied, using his own words against him.
He took on a more serious tone with his next point. "Things are going to change around here when she arrives."
"I know. I can't wait." She placed a hand over his, intertwining fingers. She thought of what the future might hold, and all of the worries that came with it, but all she felt was the overwhelming happiness that having a daughter with the man that she loved would bring. That feeling compared to the ones when she was proposed to, or maybe when she discovered that she was having a baby.
Or maybe it compared with the one that she felt when his arms had closed around her shoulders as she stumbled away from an almost empty coach, thinking that all was lost.
Four years earlier
Videl staggered back towards the small car that her father had eventually bought for her, in a complete daze, unsure of what to do. She wondered if her life was still even worth living.
As she did so, everything was blocked out from her mind. So she didn't hear the short conversation that Gohan had with the driver, nor the ecstatic cheerers of the crowd on the bus when he walked back to her. Her body however, did feel the powerful arm come to rest on her shoulders, pulling her close to a warm body. The coat of Gohan's kept her dry, but she was still cold. That body warmed her to no end though.
She cocked her up and to the right to see a smiling face and a pair of warm, dark eyes beaming down at her.
Gohan stared at her and couldn't help but believe that he had made the right decision. All of the wrong turns that he had made now flooded his mind, and silently he wondered if she still might want him or love him after everything that he had put her through. She peered up at him with soft, tearful cerulean orbs, and he held her tighter and closer.
"I love you." He whispered, for only her ears to hear.
"I've been such a fool. I want to be with you. If you'll still have me of course."
He almost groaned as the tears began to fall once again and she twisted around to move further into his embrace. "Of course."
"I'm sorry I made you think that I was still leaving. But I couldn't leave without my bag, it has everything in it. My mother would kill me!"
The song is Missing You, by Johan Waite. Looking back on this (it's not 2008), I wish I hadn't done a songfic thing, but at least Videl is actually listening to it, it isn't just some words randomly there to bulk up the word count. Forgive me?
The End. With no question marks. That is it for this fic, I think that the edits, although barely noticeable, make the story better, and fit the characters better.
Please tell me what you thought of it, and hopefully it isn't too confusing. That guy is obviously Gohan all the way through. If you have any questions, leave them in a review and I will email back, or message me through my profile.