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Videl paced around the room nervously, unsure of exactly what to do or how to react later in the day. There was no doubt that an air of real awkwardness had been around the two of them the other day, when Gohan had scattered away nervously after their little moment, but she was rather worried.
The incident had been a mere accident, a slip - nothing more, nothing less… or at least that's what Videl thought, but she was worried that the short-haired girl would take it the wrong way. Videl already knew that Gohan was bi, so it was entirely possible that she would have mistaken it to be something more. If that was the case, Videl wasn't sure how she'd muster up the courage to crush her friend's heart - despite the punch she packed, Gohan was quite naive and innocent when it came to these things.
Videl was sure she was jumping to conclusions, however, but the reason her nerves had surfaced so suddenly was that all the questions left unanswered from yesterday's encounter would almost certainly be resolved by Erasa's birthday party, which was a mere hour or so away.
Pushing her thoughts to to the back of her mind, Videl realised that if she didn't want to be late to said party, she'd need to start getting ready. However, the crimefighter's mind was still clouded as she disrobed herself and stepped into the shower.
Allowing the steamy water to cascade down her creamy skin, the Satan girl closed her eyes as she raised both of her hands to the back of her head. This situation was a different type of complicated, nowhere near as stressful as a thug holding an innocent at gunpoint, yet at the same time far more nerve-racking. As much as she hated to admit it, she wanted to kiss Gohan again. Not for any romantic reason whatsoever, no, she just wanted to make sure that what she had felt back in the middle of the fighting rink had been a natural response, one of surprise rather than infatuation.
Because, she had to be honest with herself: That kiss, or whatever it had been, had felt so remarkably... good. She had tried denying it time and time again, telling herself that the whole concept of love wasn't meant for her, but now she had her doubts, and it was all thanks to that Gohan girl and her unusually soft lips.
Videl turned the knobs and stopped the steady flow of water, listening as the final drops splashed onto the tiles before taking a towel and drying herself off quickly. A look at the clock on her wall had her bite her tongue in anger… she was going to be late. With a sigh, she garbed herself in her pasty attire without even thinking about it, and planted a quick kiss on her father's cheek as she went through the kitchen to get to the front door.
Videl made a mental note to not take any drinks from Erasa tonight. Despite the blonde's somewhat dumb demeanor, she was actually very witty and clever when she needed to be. And, being a true matchmaker by heart, she would always see to it that her subjects would find love.
She combed through her hair with shaky hands, reading her own worried expression in her reflected counterpart's eyes. She had no idea if she was doing this "prettying up" stuff correctly; she hadn't spent enough time around Erasa to know all the ins and outs when it came to working on her appearance. Frankly, Gohan cared very little about her looks, but the blonde diva had insisted that she looked her most dazzling self.
Sighing, she flicked off the light in the bathroom, and found herself by the front door in the blink of an eye. She barely registered her mother calling, "Have a good time, Sweetie!" while she exited her house and lazily flew up into the sky, her mind twisted around the upcoming evening.
Parties had never really seemed like her kind of crowd, and after the "incident" at the bar not too long ago, she was now sure of that. Gohan knew just what to expect: A lot of drunken teenagers tearing Erasa's living room down in a fashion that they all referred to as "having a good time". The fighter girl was certain that she was going to have to fend off at least a dozen or so boys; she had learned all about the boundaries that alcohol seemed to destroy a little while back.
But in all honesty, Gohan didn't worry about the groping, over-sexed group of boys that would probably be drooling over the sight of her. What did plague her mind, however, was the fact that Videl would be attending too. While being in the martial artist's presence seemed to become less of a problem as the days passed, her infatuation for the little spitfire began to worsen. While one part of her wanted to be around Videl and simply stare into those pools of blue that she called eyes, a second voice in her head told her to stay the hell away. And now she was forced to sit through an entire evening with the Satan girl. Knowing Erasa she wouldn't let her and Videl off the hook without getting so hammered they couldn't walk straight anymore; Gohan feared how this night would develop.
The city lights blinked beneath her as she flew. In her mind, the girl counted down the seconds to what would be her undoing. She hadn't gotten a chance to talk to Videl since what had happened to them in the fighting rink, and Gohan had no idea whether she wanted to punch her face in or not. Because, frankly, it was rather unlikely that Videl would approve of the whole ordeal. Gohan didn't exactly expect a kiss.
She began to make her descent without being fully aware of it. The possible scenarios of how tonight could unfold kept replaying in her head like a reel of film. One thing was for certain: There was no way in hell she would be able to avoid Videl for the entire party; Erasa would see to that.
Gohan's high heels clacked softly onto the tarmac beneath her feet, hidden in the dark shadows of a narrow alley. She stepped out of it and immediately took a right, remembering the way to the blonde's house. She halted to study her own reflection in a nearby shop window. Erasa had been "kind enough" to give her an assortment of clothes to choose from, and she had opted to wear the one she thought was the least revealing of them all. She wore a mid-length black dress with open back, and a heart-shaped chest line - because, in the words of Erasa: "Girl, you have killer boobs, don't be afraid to show them!" Her heels were of the same color, and her mother had been kind enough to apply just the right amount of makeup despite the former-boy's protests that she looked perfectly fine without it.
While she didn't want to admit it, Gohan had to say that she looked... well… attractive.
Someone behind her wolf-whistled, clearly thinking the same. The hybrid girl turned around and flashed the man a scowl, who merely grinned a filthy smile at her and waved. Gohan felt herself getting annoyed and quickly made her way. No wonder Bulma always complained about getting oggled the way she did; men were total perverts!
"Hey, sweet cheeks, goin' to a party tonight?" Gohan stopped in her tracks and sighed. Hadn't the guy had his fill yet?
"What's it to you?" Gohan asked, crossing her arms and flipping her hair in an attempt to come across as adamant as possible. A confident smile curled her lips, but disappeared just as quickly when she noticed the man crossing the street, with two of his equally disgusting companions following close behind him.
"Well, darling," he said, putting on a face that Gohan could only hope wasn't meant to be seductive. "There's a party in my pants and you're invited..." He laughed, and his bloated and greasy belly shook and tremored as he did so.
Before she knew it, Gohan found herself slapping a hand to her mouth. Her chest began to ache and her shoulders quaked uncontrollably as she tried to hold back her laughter; it was futile. Hysterical giggles past her lips, and a stray tear rolled down her cheek. The baldy across from her didn't seem to find it as funny as she did, though.
"Hey, you little bitch! What do you think you're laughing at?" A vein in his temple popped when the young beauty almost folded herself in half, hands pressed against her mid frame and nearly crying in hilarity. "You better cut it out, you wench, or do I need to show you what I do to women who disrespect me?"
Two minutes later, Gohan casually walked onwards to Erasa's party, clapping her hands together as she took a second to admire her handiwork. The fat, burly man lain groaning in the alley she had used to touch down, with his two accomplices piled on top of him.
"Oh, Gohan!" Said girl rubbed her ears softly at Erasa's high-pitched greeting. "I'm so glad you came! Darling, you look absolutely stunning! Come on in."
Gohan stepped past Erasa into the already jam-packed house. Speakers stood in every corner and blasted music at an agonizing volume. Teenagers were dancing and rubbing their bodies together in ways that would make their mothers faint just from the sight. Tables filled with liquor bottles and an assortment of snacks stood scattered throughout.
Erasa seemed to have dressed modestly given her personality. A simple blue dress and white pants - or were those tights? - made up the girl's attire for the night. Glancing around at the unfamiliar faces of several of her new classmates, the newly-turned girl couldn't help but feel a little intimidated as she realised that she only knew about three - maybe four - of the people present.
"Well, if it isn't the new girl," said a confident voice, as people absentmindedly parted around it. Gohan's confused face turned towards the source, and her eyebrows furrowed as she recognised it to be the boy who had groped her on her first day of school. The one who she just so happened to have punched so hard that the chair he'd been sitting on broke.
"Hey, Tano, good to see you here," said Erasa as she greeted the boy. "And yeah, this is Gohan. I don't believe you've… met," the blonde trailed off, her voice lingering just a bit. Perhaps she had noticed that the two were sharing an awkward yet intense stare.
"Figured I might as well apologise for what happened the other day," the older boy said, breaking the deadlock that their eyes were in as he looked away with a twinge of embarrassment. "That was… immature of me."
"Uhh… thanks?" said Gohan, unsure how exactly to respond. Though she had long since forgotten about the incident that had actually only occurred a few days ago, she would be lying to herself if she tried to pretend that it wasn't creepy. It had haunted her for much of her first day. "Sorry for hitting you so hard."
"I deserved it." He chuckled before extending the untouched glass of punch in his hand. "I got you a little something to maybe make up for it."
Gohan hesitantly accepted the drink, still somewhat unsure if she could trust the boy in front of her. Clasping the glass with thin nimble fingers, she swirled it around nervously as Erasa quickly excused herself. "So how many people do you reckon are here?" she asked, trying to make small talk in order to prevent yet another awkward silence from overtaking the two.
"Haven't you been to many parties before?" asked Tano, to which Gohan shook her head. "Strange, I figured a pretty little thing like you would have been in on these things. Anyway, I'd guess that about the quarter of the people here weren't invited by Erasa, but that's where all the fun comes from."
"That sounds cool." Gohan faked a laugh before she fished around for an excuse to get herself away from the jock. "Anyway, I better go after Erasa and make sure she doesn't get herself into too much trouble on her big day."
She didn't hang around long enough to hear a response from the man, and quickly began to search for her blonde friend. She found herself almost surprised at how adept she had become with moving in heels; it wasn't quite second nature as of yet, but the pain that most women went through when learning to walk in these accessories went unnoticed.
She blamed fighting Cell.
Ultimately finding that she was unsuccessful in her endeavour, the black-haired girl sighed. She wasn't really looking forward to meeting with Videl, and though she had thankfully not crossed paths with the crimefighter, without Erasa there wasn't much she could do at the party. The people who were happily dancing away and talking about all kinds of topics that probably belonged in the reproduction section of her biology books weren't exactly approachable.
The demi-Saiyan made her way towards the entrance of the house. Though she knew that she would never be able to get away with leaving the party, perhaps some fresh air would do her good. Reaching the front door, she stepped out with a frown - it was a rather humid night - and almost bumped straight into a panting figure that seemed to be making a beeline for the entrance.
"V-Videl?" Gohan asked, almost dropping the glass of punch in her hand in shock.
"Oh, Gohan, good to see you," the girl said between breaths, and if Gohan hadn't known better, she would have said that a faint blush had overcame her cheeks. "Please tell me I'm not too late, Erasa's going to have my head if I missed the cake."
"Nah, nothing like that," said Gohan reassuringly, before eyeing the drink in her hand and the still-panting crimefighter in front of her. Extending her hand, Gohan offered the drink which Tano had offered her. "Here, you look like you could use it."
"Cheers," the Satan girl said appreciatively as she gulped down half the glass and handing it back to Gohan. "Doesn't taste half bad. I don't suppose you know where the special girl is do you?"
"She slipped away from me earlier," admitted Gohan with a grin, this hadn't been the awkward situation which she had envisioned. "I spent a while looking for her but I couldn't really spot her anywhere, so I came outside to get some fresh air."
"Damn," the girl cursed. "I guess I'll sit out with you for a while and use that as my excuse, hopefully we can pretend that I was never late."
"I won't tell if you won't." Gohan laughed as she raised the glass to her lips, allowing the cool liquid to flow down her throat. She was surprised to find that, as a girl, she wasn't sweating half as much as she would have had Goten never made that wish, but nevertheless, she was still feeling parched. Odd… it tasted a little off, but the hybrid paid it no mind.
"Over there," Videl gestured to a patch of grass a few yards away from the front door. "Sprinklers must have made it a little wet but I'm sure you won't mind."
Nodding, Gohan followed the daughter of the World Champion over to the area with a small smile. "How long exactly do you think this is going to go on for?"
"Well into the night," answered Videl, "or rather we'll be stuck here until then. A couple of people might leave a little early considering that we've got school first thing in the morning tomorrow, but most are probably going to stay for a while: nobody throws a party like Erasa does."
'Oh… crap,' Gohan grimaced, having forgotten entirely about the fact that she would have to return to school in about ten hours from now. That was a whole other basket of eggs that the demi-Saiyan had pushed to the back of her mind in the past few days. "I guess parties just aren't really my thing."
"I hear ya," giggled Videl a little uncharacteristically. "There are always these silly boys who think that I might take them into bed with me."
Gohan would have laughed a little if she didn't suddenly find herself stifling a yawn. Videl and the word "silly" didn't really mix in any context. "So… about that kiss the other day…"
"It was great!" Videl blurted out, her expression betraying her slightly as a surprised look overcame her face. "That's not wha-"
"It's okay." Gohan hid a blush as she glanced down at the glass on the ground, she didn't know all that much about party drinks, but she had a feeling that something other than alcohol had been placed within the glass that she had been handed.
Videl sat up a little suddenly, facing Gohan. "Did I ever tell you that you have a nasty right hook?"
"Thanks, you're not half bad at pinning people down either." Gohan bit her lip as she realised just how her words could have been interpreted. She hadn't meant for that to come out like that.
"So why don't y-you tell me more about that h-hippie drug which you gave me," said Videl, hiccuping slightly.
Gohan clenched her fists, knowing that a mere slip in the way she worded her response could have every secret she held dear spilled. The fact that she could tell her mind wasn't the clearest at the moment was not an easing one either. "They're called Senzu Beans, and people say that they have pretty magical powe...properties," Gohan slurred slightly as she corrected her mistake.
"Do you have any more?" Videl said with a wink, "I'm sure they'd be an awesome drug to get high off!"
"Th-they don't work like that," stammered Gohan in a slight protest. What had happened to Videl? Did the girl even know what she had just said? "Besides, they're pretty rare anyway."
"Aww," the girl said with a barely recognisable pout. "Then why would you waste one on me?"
"Because I wanted to make it up to you," explained Gohan, remembering how guilty she had felt that the girl's hand had been broken. "And I had a spare one on me…"
"That's pretty nice of you," she said as she swayed forward ever so slightly, making Gohan very aware of the decreasing distance between himself and the crimefighter.
"D-Don't worry about it," Gohan said, her mind drifting away to memories of what had happened the last time he was this up close and personal with Videl. Her cheeks flushed once again; though she knew everything had been accidental, a redo of the whole situation would hardly go unappreciated by the girl.
The two continued chatting idly for a little while, Gohan becoming sure that something had definitely been dropped in the drink that the two had shared as time passed. It was uncomfortable because as much as the girl wanted to run inside and figure out just what was happening, she found that the muscles in her legs barely responded to her will. They felt dead, almost as cloudy and unfamiliar as her mind, but the demi-Saiyan managed to will her eyes open for the majority of the night.
"Gohan?" Videl mumbled, her vision blurred as she struggled to keep her eyes open. Several people began to leave the party, few of them barely turning their attention to the two on the lawn.
"Can I use your lap as a pillow?"
"Sure," stated Gohan, not having properly processed the question. She gasped softly when the martial artist laid down her head on her upper thighs. Every glance down revealed eyes of the sea, staring back with a glazed look to them.
Moments later, the young Saiyan found herself unknowingly stroking Videl's hair as she leant back in the grass, the dampness of the ground not phasing her in the slightest. Not much time had passed before Gohan's eyes slid closed for the final time that night, but her hand still remained gently nestled within Videl's black locks.
It would be another half an hour or so before anyone would disturb the two from their comfortable position, a certain upset blonde looking for her two friends who had missed the majority of her birthday party.
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