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Gohan shifted in her seat on the bleachers as she watched her classmates run their final laps around the field. She had finished her own rounds a good five minutes ago, only about a minute less than Videl, as to not raise too much awareness. When her dark eyes scanned the rest of the premises, she was surprised to see that the Satan girl was absent; wherever she could've gone Gohan wouldn't know. Perhaps she had gone to the dressing room to freshen up a bit.

The teen exhaled deeply and rubbed her wrist across her forehead. While the little jog she had just done hadn't exactly taken a toll on her, the sun was shining brightly and making her clothes too warm on her body. She pulled at the collar of her shirt, but it was to no avail. When she felt a few stray drops of sweat roll past her brow she decided that she could use a cool drink of water herself.

She arched her back and stretched long and slender arms above her head as she descended down the steps. Her dreams had been keeping her up as of late. Not that she minded, for those dreams featured someone who would keep her mind occupied during the daytime as well.

Just as Gohan was about to take the last three or four steps down, she felt five fingers clasping around her wrist tightly, and even before she could begin to protest the owner yanked her arm violently, forcing her to wiggle herself between a gap in the bleachers as to not hit her head and snap the benches clean in two.

"Wh-What?" The girl exclaimed, more in surprise than in anger. "Who is this? Let go of me!"

Her feet touched the grass underneath the bleachers. It was strangely dark here, the sunlight only filtering through the gaps in between the benches. Noting that the strong grip around her wrists still hadn't released she shook her arm again, this time more forcefully. When she finally felt the fingers let go she turned around, determined to find out who was rude enough to treat her like this.

Eyes as dark as the earth met a pair of orbs as deep blue as the seven seas. Videl was facing her, breathing heavily and covered in thick beads of sweat. The Son girl had noticed how much the crimefighter had worked herself up during her speed run, and it was definitely showing. Her entire form glimmered in perspiration and her shirt was soaked...and shining through. Gohan had to try her hardest not to drool and keep her eyes averted, but failed miserably, and soon found herself ogling Videl's full chest like it was a ten-course meal.

"V-Videl," Gohan stuttered, still in awe of the other teenager's sudden appearance. "W-What's the matter? is there something you want to talk-"

"Shut up for minute," Videl cut the taller girl off, a deep exhale on every word. She took a step closer, and Gohan found herself stepping back for a reason she couldn't place herself, but soon enough noticed that she was cornered, with the bleachers pressing into her back.

"I..." The raven-haired teen sighed. "I just have to tell you something, something that has been driving me crazy for the past few weeks. I just think I need to get it off my chest."

Whether or not Videl meant 'chest' literally or not, Gohan couldn't prevent herself from looking down again, to where her perky breasts slowly heaved up and down to the rhythm of her breathing.

"Yeah, what is it?" Gohan queried, forcing herself to look the other girl in the eyes and not let a furious blush creep over her cheeks.

"You are," Videl boldly stated.

Gohan had no reply ready for that. All she could do was stand there, mouth slightly ajar. She tried to look for clues indicating that the small beauty was simply joking around, but the deadly serious look on her features took away all doubt she had.

"For the past few weeks all I have been able to think about is you," Videl confessed. "Ever since that accidental kiss we had during our spar, I can't seem to get my mind off it. It's driving me absolutely insane. I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't even think straight."

She took another step forward, leaving only a few inches between her and the Son girl. Gohan wanted to yelp in anxiety when she felt the crimefighter's small and slender hand resting on her hip, but something prevented her from speaking up. Whether that was Videl's sweet and musky scent, or the heat that seemed to radiate off her in waves, she didn't know, but her presence was overwhelming.

"At first I tried to deny what I felt. I tucked it away as deep as I could, yet it still continued to gnaw at me," Videl went on, her voice growing softer as if she was being eavesdropped on. "I felt all these... these urges and I didn't know what to do with them."

She leaned over closer, and Gohan held her breath as she felt Videl's soft curves press against her own. The small temptress brought her lips to the other teen's ear, the warm breath on the nape of her neck making her shudder in a strange delight.

"But now I know."

"Wh-Wh-What then?" Gohan was almost afraid to ask.

And that was when she felt five slender and tiny fingers curling around her jet-black locks, another set roughly clutching the collar of her shirt. Videl yanked her forward, their lips colliding roughly. This time she didn't feel like protesting.

Just like the last time she had gotten a taste of Videl Satan, Gohan noted how delightfully soft the girl's lips were, a stark contrast to the roughness of her kissing. She returned the kiss graciously, and savored the taste of Videl's strawberry-flavored lip gloss, a sensation so intoxicating that she immediately felt the reality around herself vanish. Their mouths moved over one another roughly, Videl leaning into the passionate act and forcing Gohan further back against the bleachers.

The smaller one of the duo released from the kiss with a soft tug at the other's bottom lip, a smirk plastered unto her flushed features. Gohan saw this as an open invitation and nearly lunged forward to close the gap between them again, her own nimble hands roaming the curves of Videl's stunning hips.

A soft brush of Videl's tongue against her lips was enough of a hint for Gohan, who opened her mouth to allow the Satan Girl's wet muscle to roam free and seek out her own. They began softly, as if testing the waters first, but soon they found themselves dancing an intimate dance of joy in each other's mouths, both sides fighting for dominance in this play of passion.

Gohan was the one to pull back from the kiss this time. Her features were flushed and she was still sweating like crazy. Videl looked back at her, blue eyes batting their lids in serenity.

"H-how-" Gohan muttered, "What- I-"

"Maybe it's best we talk about this later," Videl spoke in hushed tones. "But long story short, Iet me just say that I really, really like you. I just didn't know how to tell you."

"So you decided that this was a better course of action?" Gohan's heart was thumping in her chest. She needed a pinch, and a firm one at that. Videl had actually liked her back. All those weeks of dreaming scenarios she thought to be in bad taste were now all sudden possibilities. She wanted to say something more to Videl, to express herself how much the girl did to her, but words wouldn't leave her. She was just dumbstruck with happiness.

"Not necessarily," Videl replied, a grin spreading on her face, "But they always say that actions speak louder than words, and I happen to agree," She looked around her, "Say, I have to go now. Would you mind not telling anybody about this? At least not until we've had a chance to talk things over?"

Gohan could only nod.

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"Did anything interesting happen at school today?"

Gohan shook her head, biting the inside of her lip. "No, not really," she lied as a small blush rose to her cheeks.

"You know, you're just as bad at lying as your father is," said Chichi with a shake of her head. "But I suppose if you really want to keep something from me, there's not much I can do to stop you."

"It's not like that mum," Gohan sighed, partially because of what had unfolded earlier and partially because she had been caught out so easily. "It's just… embarrassing."

"Gohan, as an eighteen year old boy, you liked to wear teddy bear underwear because it had the same bear as your first stuffed animal on it. Are you really going to tell me that you're afraid of telling me something just because it's embarrassing?" Chichi asked in the manner that only a mother could. She gestured to the small coffee table they had acquired when she had renovated the house. "Sit down, honey, and tell me what's on your mind."

Wincing slightly at the blow to her former manhood, Gohan complied and sat down. "Before I start though, mum, where's Goten?"

"Where else but off with Trunks?" said Chichi, shrugging her shoulders a little as if to say that she had no idea what the mischievous duo were doing. "Don't worry, they won't bother you since I washed my hands of them to Bulma. So start talking."

Between her mother and Videl, Gohan wasn't sure what it was with all the overly pushy girls in her life. "Well I don't want to make you mad or anything… but there's this girl."

"A girl?"

"Yeah, I… really like her," said Gohan as she looked towards the ground before realising that Chichi hadn't even reached for her frying pan. "You're not mad?"

"Sweetie, how could I be mad?" asked Chichi incredulously. "In fact, if anything I'm really happy for you."

"But I thought that since I'm a girl a-"

"That I'd want you to start liking boys too?" Chichi cut her off with a smirk. "Gohan, sometimes I wonder how you get these ideas in your head."

"Genetics?" she shrugged and despite the tense moment, grinned. "But seriously, you don't care that I have feelings for this girl?"

"I do care," said Chichi as she drummed her fingers on the table. "Just not in the way you're thinking I do. I sent you to high school so that you'd have a bit of social interaction and a chance to play around before you go and find some big multinational company to work under."

Gohan nodded her head, in both understanding and relief. "Thanks mum, I appreciate it."

Chichi stood up and affectionately nuzzled Gohan's hair. For some reason, being shorter than her mum again as she did it made the moment all that more special. "So what's her name?"

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Videl stretched out in the reclining chair in her backyard, a sigh escaping her. A little earlier she had been certain she was turning heads. Everyone who knew her even a little bit would have never envisioned her skipping back from school. Hell, she wasn't exactly famous for expressing her joy one way or the other.

But she had every reason in the world to be happy. They had finally kissed, and if it was up to Videl the whole world would know by now. She had never quite understood why every couple loved to showcase their affection like it was a prime time television show, until today at least. Now she would gladly climb her roof and scream to the world about her love.

But she couldn't, not just yet.

There were too many aspects to consider. Videl mulled them over as she sipped from her iced tea.

How would everyone around her respond? Erasa sure as hell wouldn't surprised. That blonde menace had been harping over her love life for the last five to ten years anyway, so confiding this secret would be more like stating the obvious. Sharpener might blink twice and protest, claiming that he and Videl were meant to be and would still join their fates together in the distant future. He would probably reconsider the second she would kiss Gohan in his presence. He really was a pervert.

Videl reckoned that her father would be supportive too. He might try and reprimand her about how this would affect her image, but that was something that Videl couldn't really care about these days anyhow. If the media wanted to write filth on her they would do it either way, with or without dragging her sexuality into the fray. Hell, as long as she could walk down a red carpet with Gohan's arm hooked in hers, she would gladly give them all the smut that they were dying to see.

So all things considered, there was nothing holding her back from living the life she so desperately wanted.

There was still this Jenny Penn woman that was keeping an eye on her. Or, well, who was following every little step she took with the intensity of a first rate stalker. It was more than a little unnerving. Videl could swear she had seen Jenny lure around the corners on the school's hallways, a notepad in her hand and her eyes focused for any bit of dirt she could get her false fingernails in.

Was she going to give it to her?

Of course not.

Videl had seen people like Jenny before. She had been dealing with them her whole life. These girls or women would try to weasel their way into her private circles, acting as though they've been her best friend since the dawn of the ages. Videl would then obviously shun them, because who needs another psychotic bitch in her life, right?

These girls would then find themselves grossly offended. Why, how did anybody have the nerve to blow them off? Weren't they the finest people on the face of this little mudball and didn't their presences light up even the darkest of hearts? Being told that the answer to that was in fact 'no', the Cinderellas would do the best they could to make Videl regret her decision. They would spew the most horrible filth about her wherever they could. On social media, towards journalists, you name it. As long as they didn't have to admit that Videl had wounded their egos.

And now there was Jenny, the Queen of the Prissy Princesses. Videl had immediately gotten a wrong vibe from the woman. Jenny acted as if she wanted to know the Satan daily life. She put on the role of the sweeting, who wanted nothing more than do the exact opposite of what other journalists do. She wanted to be honest.

But this was obviously a fallacy. Videl could actually see the woman right now, dragged along by her father around the expansive back yard filled with statues. Statues of Hercule, of course. Jenny wasn't here to document their daily turmoil. hell no. Jenny was likely waiting for some dirt she could fling into the world. It would be her big break, her final step to success and public recognition. The second she got what she wanted she would show her true colours and she would be just another face in the crowd of assholes.

But Videl wouldn't give it to her. It was already personal. There had hardly been any interaction between the two of them so far, but she refused to be the basis of this woman's lying and deceit. She could go and find somebody else to pester.

Videl Satan would not go down this easily.

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