A/N: So, I've had this idea in my head for a while now, and I just got the guts to put it up thanks to some encouragement. Thank you so much, abbieouji! You're the greatest! XD

So here it is! Hope you guys enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z. I TOTALLY wish I did, though…all the things I would do…hehehe…but I don't. Too bad for me.

So read, and enjoy! ;)

One would think that Gohan Son was used to the weird, to the utterly impossible.

When he was four years old, he'd learned that his father was actually an alien from a different planet. When he was five, he'd gone to a completely different planet along with Bulma and Krillin to collect the Namekian Dragon Balls to revive their dead friends, and, while on that planet, had fought with Vegeta and actually survived, and had fought with Frieza as well. He'd seen his father turn into a powerful warrior that was only believed to be legend, transforming into a powerful Super Saiyan. A year after that, he'd met a time traveler who was also Saiyan, and who easily killed Frieza and the tyrant's father, King Cold, and brought an ominous warning that, three years from then, two terrible monsters called Androids would attack, killing everyone but himself and his mother, who both went unnamed to Gohan. Three years after that, he'd learned that Vegeta and Bulma actually had a son together, and that the mysterious lavender-haired, blue-eyed youth from the future was actually the future version of that little boy. He'd met cyborgs who weren't as terrible as the future Trunks had described, and had also discovered that an overgrown cockroach named Cell, who was created from the cells of Goku, Vegeta, Piccolo, Frieza, and other warriors, had to absorb the two Androids to become perfect. He'd then fought Cell and had ascended to a state above Super Saiyan—dubbed Super Saiyan 2, and had managed to kill the monster and somehow save the Androids. Seven years after that, he'd actually begun going to high school, while still protecting Satan City as the mysterious Gold Fighter. He'd even had an alter-ego—the Great Saiyaman.

If all of that didn't qualify as weird, then Gohan had no idea what did qualify.

However, even with all his past experiences, he still found things that were odd, things that he was unable to truly understand or comprehend.

The main thing that was odd and slightly incomprehensible to Gohan was a single word:

Females.

Especially one female in particular: Videl.

Now, that didn't mean that Gohan had never interacted with females. However, the women that he did interact with included his own mother—a raven-haired woman that wielded a frying pan with deadly force; and a close family friend, Bulma Briefs—the heiress of Capsule Corporation herself, who could easily have a scream that would put Chi-Chi to shame, and a temper even shorter than Krillin's height, sometimes even more scary to him than Vegeta. And, if you knew these women for just about your whole life, you would probably want to be sent to an asylum.

When he'd gone to high school, in all honestly, Gohan thought that he'd get a break from his odd—yes, he loved them all to death, but he had to admit that they were definitely unordinary—family. However, he'd met people just as odd as Bulma and Chi-Chi, and the one that was the strangest of them all was the girl who had uncovered the Great Saiyaman's identity the day before.

How could he have let that slip? And then, she'd blackmailed him into entering the World Martial Arts Tournament, threatening to reveal the secret identity of the Great Saiyaman unless he didn't compete. She also demanded that he teach her how to fly, since she saw him doing it when he'd saved that bus full of people from plunging into the canyon. And if he didn't teach her, she'd tell the world that the Great Saiyaman was really Gohan Son, the nerdy kid who attended Orange Star High School.

One day had already passed since he'd first begun to teach her, and she'd learned how to manipulate her ki slightly and she had even begun to float—all on her first day of teaching. They'd also ended yesterday on an awkward note—after he'd suggested that she cut her hair short, she'd looked at him strangely and asked him if he liked girls with shorter hair. When he'd replied that he simply thought that cutting her hair short would be more beneficial if she was caught in a fight, a furious blush had colored her cheeks and she'd retorted fiercely that she'd to whatever the hell she wanted with her hair. On that note, she'd stormed off into her jet, and he felt her ki fluctuating rapidly with her anger.

Goten had been completely confused, and Gohan was just as puzzled as his younger brother. When the seven-year-old asked his older brother what had just happened, Gohan had replied that he honestly had no idea.

It was now the second day, and, in all honesty, Gohan didn't feel like waking up. He didn't have to go to school—amazingly, his mother had allowed for him not to go to school so that he could train for the upcoming WMAT to win the family money—and he honestly just wanted some rest.

However, a certain someone had other ideas.

"Gohan! Gohan!" an eager voice chirped, jumping on the bed that he shared with the sixteen-year-old half-Saiyan. "Wake up, wake up!"

"Ugh, Goten…" Gohan groaned, looking at the clock near their bed, his fuzzy vision reading what the hands told him. "It's six in the morning."

"So? It's when the sun comes up, and I wanna have the whole day to train!" Goten said happily, way too hyper for six in the morning. Just like his father before him, he wanted to rise with the sun. Gohan had done so before, of course—but that was before he'd begun going to high school, getting homework, and training his little brother all in such a short time. Not to mention that Goten was a Super Saiyan at the age of seven, which was draining Gohan as he tried to teach the kid to control his power. Along with that, Goten was a very, very energetic kid, probably because of all the energy that wanted to burst forth from him.

"Five more minutes," Gohan mumbled, his voice nearly incoherent as he rubbed his face into the pillow.

"Go-han!" Goten whined. "You said that you'd train me seriously when Videl's not here!"

"And if I don't get enough sleep, I won't make a good teacher," Gohan replied tiredly.

"Oh, you woke up earlier than this for school when you rode Nimbus!" Goten retorted. "C'mon, you promised!"

Gohan looked up at his little brother to see him making the puppy-dog eyes that every young child knows how to make so that they can get their way, the look that everyone but their parents couldn't resist. The large, wide, pleading, innocent eyes of a little kid were their greatest weapon, and Goten knew that and was using it to his advantage.

And Gohan was unable to resist.

"All right, all right, I'm getting up, I'm up," Gohan muttered, beginning to sit up in the bed. He tossed the blanket to the side, his knees draping over the side of the bed as he rested his elbows on his thighs, bringing one hand up to his face to rub his eyes.

"YAY!" Goten cheered happily, bouncing around the room like a little ball of energy, while Gohan yawned a bit and ran a hand absentmindedly through his thick black hair. He noticed that Goten was already dressed in his orange gi, and the teenager stood up and began to get ready for the day.

Eventually, Gohan managed to truly wake himself up, after getting himself dressed in his purple training gi and splashing cold water in his face repeatedly. He went to the kitchen of their little home, where Goten was already at the table eating at a frightening pace, while Chi-Chi looked at her youngest son and shook her head at his antics. Yes, Goten was definitely Goku's son, all right.

"Morning, Mom," Gohan said, grinning a bit as he went up to his mother.

Chi-Chi turned to face her firstborn son, and smiled at him. "Morning, hun," she replied, turning her face slightly to the side. Gohan obediently complied and kissed hid mother's cheek.

Now, most sixteen-year-olds probably wouldn't show affection towards their mothers like that, but Gohan was no ordinary sixteen-year-old. He knew what it was like to lose his father—twice—and had no intention of losing his mother, either. He understood guilt and regret, always inadvertently thinking that it was his damned fault that his father was dead, even though everyone else denied it—he was the one who prolonged killing Cell, and, as a result, was the reason that Goku had sacrificed himself in an attempt to kill the monster once and for all.

Yet another thing that hurt him, though, was the fact that, even though Goku had the choice of returning back to life, he decided to stay dead.

Why didn't Goku want to come back? Gohan knew that his father had stood dead because he thought that the Earth would be safer without him…but he'd had his wife and son. Why wouldn't he come back to them?

Gohan shook his mind clear of these thoughts, focusing on a more positive thing. His father had said that he would come back to the realm of the living on the day of the World Martial Arts Tournament, so Gohan would see him again. Goten would see his father for the first time. Wondering what his little brother's reactions would be like brought a small smile to Gohan's face once more.

Chi-Chi set down his breakfast on the table. The eldest half-Saiyan thanked his mother before digging into his food with the vigor that only a Saiyan could possibly have.

"So, Gohan," Chi-Chi asked casually, fixing more food for her extremely hungry sons, "is that girl coming over again today? The daughter of Mister Satan…Videl, isn't it?"

"Yeah, she's coming over," Gohan answered, not catching the slightly knowing tone in his mother's voice.

Chi-Chi grinned slightly. "So, what do you think of her? I think she's kinda cute, even though she is the daughter of that annoying man."

"Mom!" Gohan exclaimed, his pale cheeks reddening slightly at what she was saying. "She's just coming over so that I can teach her how to fly, and that's all!"

"Mm-hm," Chi-Chi said, smiling while she continued to cook. Her tone stated that she didn't really believe what Gohan was saying.

Gohan gave up on his mother, knowing exactly what she was thinking. "Mom, Videl doesn't like me at all. All she wants to do is beat me up, and prove that she's stronger than me." Gohan had actually believed that Videl actually hated him on a few occasions, because it sure seemed like it. At times, it was as if she was out for his blood. And yet, his mother somehow believed that the two had repressed feelings for each other for some unfathomable reason. When Videl had told her how many rooms she had in her house, Chi-Chi's eyes had gleamed, and she suddenly decided to play matchmaker. In doing so, she had blatantly asked yesterday during lunch with Hercule Satan's daughter when Videl and Gohan were going to get married.

Gohan had been so shocked that he'd spat out his food, causing Goten to complain as food got spit into his face.

Sometimes, his mother didn't make any sense.

He'd gotten a similar response from Bulma, too, when he'd gone to her for a suggestion of what to wear in replacement of his Saiyaman helmet for the tournament, because no form of helmets or protective gear was allowed. When she'd asked why he needed it, he'd told her about how Videl had figured out his identity and how she'd blackmailed him into entering the tournament and teaching her how to fly.

"Why don't you take her out? When a girl is always bothering a guy for minimal reasons, she often wants to be taken out on a date," Bulma had suggested. "Trust me, I know."

"But, Bulma, I don't think that's the case here—all she wants to do is beat me up," Gohan had answered her. An amused glint had then shown in the heiress' sky blue eyes, and Gohan wondered what was so funny.

"Really?" Bulma asked, raising a perfectly shaped blue eyebrow at her lifelong friend's firstborn son. "So, this girl is so darned set on figuring out all your secrets, so much that she'd blackmailed you into entering the tournament…just for the sake of beating you up?"

"Bulma, she doesn't like me at all," Gohan had explained. "Sometimes, I really think that she hates me!"

"Oh, Gohan," Bulma laughed, grinning at him. He was so naïve about women, just like his father. It was actually kind of cute. "Haven't you seen the way that I sometimes interact with Vegeta? You know that I love him to death, but sometimes…well…you know."

Oh, Gohan knew. Fights between Vegeta and Bulma were legendary in their little group of misfits—both people with extremely short tempers and over-inflated egos, they often got into many, many fights. It was impossible to count how many times Bulma had called Vegeta an "arrogant, cocky butthead whose ego was too big for his height", (along with other things). It was also impossible to count how many times Vegeta had, in reply, called Bulma a "shrilling harpy" (along with other things); a number that high had not been invented. And yet, even though the couple threw insults at each other at least three times a day, their marriage had lasted for six years, and Trunks still seemed to be in stable mental condition.

"But, Bulma, you don't want to beat Vegeta up," Gohan had continued to object.

"Psh, yeah, right," Bulma replied with a roll of her eyes. "Sometimes, I wish that I could just punch that arrogant prince's face in…but I wouldn't be able to make a dent in him. Hell, it'd be like punching a rock—I'd get hurt instead! Stupid Saiyans, built like brick walls or something…"

Gohan wasn't sure if he should be hearing this, but he had still been pretty ecstatic after hearing that his father was going to attend the WMAT, and had quickly dismissed himself so that he could go home and tell his family the news.

"Bye, Bulma!" Gohan said, floating outside of the balcony. "See ya later, Trunks, Vegeta!"

"Bye, sweetheart! Come back anytime!" Bulma called back with a smile, a slightly knowing glint in her eyes as she waved goodbye to Gohan.

"See ya, Gohan! And bring Goten next time!" Trunks called, having to hover to look out of the window as he waved goodbye to his friend.

"Hn," had been Vegeta's only reply—however, his dark eyes weren't completely emotionless as he nodded his dismissal to Gohan. With one last wave, Gohan had turned around and blasted off back to his home.

The reactions of his mother and Bulma just didn't make sense to Gohan. Why did they have those knowing glints in their eyes, as if they knew something else that he didn't?

Gohan decided not to dwell on that for now, and, once he was done, Goten had almost yanked him out of his chair and dragged him outside, eager to begin training with his big brother.

For an hour and a half, Gohan and Goten trained 'seriously'—which meant that they were sparring as Super Saiyans. Gohan had been completely shocked when Goten had made the Super Saiyan transformation easily, as if it was no big deal. One of Gohan's guesses as to why he was easily able to access it was because their father had been extremely strong around the time that the little boy had been…conceived. Gohan didn't really want to think of that exactly as he shuddered mentally.

Goten was trying to hit his brother, often letting out huffs of annoyance when he was unable to hit Gohan. When Gohan noticed that Goten's moves were getting slightly weaker and sloppier, he decided that they should take a little break.

"But I'm…not tired!" Goten panted, slightly out of breath.

Gohan have Goten a knowing look. "Let's just take a quick, five minute break, OK?" he asked. "Then, we'll go right back into training."

Goten visibly brightened at that. "OK!" he replied eagerly, lying down on the grass and powering down so that he was able to catch his breath. Then, his eyes caught sight of a pretty butterfly, and he absentmindedly began to follow it, trying to catch the pretty creature.

Gohan smiled as he watched Goten chase the butterfly, walking as he followed the little animal. It was the little moments of peace, like this, that he'd learned to appreciate in their fullest, because you never knew when they were going to be interrupted, when they were going to be stripped away from you suddenly.

Just then, a whirr-ing sound came from up in the skies, and Gohan looked up to see Videl's hoverjet above them.

"Huh," he mused aloud. "She's kinda early."

Goten noticed this as well, and looked into the sky with a slight look of dismay on his face.

"Aw, we won't be able to spar anymore!" he complained dejectedly.

Gohan laughed and ruffled his little brother's hair, which was identical to his father's mane of haphazard black spikes. "Don't worry, squirt—once she's gone, we'll go right back to sparring as Super Saiyans, all right?"

"Yeah!" Goten grinned widely.

"For now, I'm mostly gonna teach Videl how to fly, and teach you to control your flying a bit more—remember, don't fly any faster than you did yesterday when Videl's around!" Gohan quickly reminded his brother.

"OK," Goten agreed, remembering Gohan's hurried words to him yesterday when he'd first learned to fly. He didn't know why Gohan didn't want him to fly faster around Videl, but he didn't question him, either. It wasn't as if it was a big request.

Videl's jet landed on the ground, slightly disrupting the grass around it. Goten stood next to Gohan as the door opened, to reveal…

"Gohan, who's that?" Goten whispered to his older brother.

Gohan's eyes were wide. "It's Videl, Goten," he said, voice awed. Then, quietly, he mumbled to himself, "But why…?"

Indeed, it was Videl, except there was one major difference about her—her black hair, which had previously been in two black pigtails before, was now cut rather short. It made her look a little different—the delicate features of her face seemed more noticeable now, Gohan noticed. But why had she cut her hair short after she'd vehemently told him yesterday that he had no place telling her what to do with her hair?

"All right!" Videl announced, her blue eyes, the color of a sea before a storm, blazing with determination. "Let's continue where we left off!"

It was almost as if she hadn't retaliated towards him yesterday fiercely as if he'd committed some unforgivable offense towards her, as if nothing at all had happened between them yesterday.

Gohan honestly didn't understand, his brain having trouble functioning. She'd actually gone and cut her hair short, even though he was positive that she'd be completely opposed to the idea! Why would she do that after retorting that she'd to whatever the hell she wanted with her hair, after acidly telling him if she'd ever asked for his opinion in the first place?

Then, something clicked from an old conversation that he'd had a while ago with a certain Saiyan prince, and he realized that he agreed.

Vegeta was right.

The female species definitely was an enigma.

So, whaddaya think? This is gonna be a pretty long fic, about how Gohan and Videl's relationship developed, during the ten days with training, tidbits from the Buu saga, and up to their marriage (or engagement, not sure yet) with an epilogue. This was more of an opening than anything…so, what say you? You like? You hate? Please, send me your thoughts and review! Thank you! :D