Title: Caught on Tape
Rating: PG ( K+ ) – cuz I cuss once or twice.
Disclaimer: Anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law. You have the right to an at tourney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you...
Spoilers: Gohan is the Great Saiyaman! (But you didn't hear it from me...)

Summary: TwoShot. A new face – fresh, young, and oddly familiar – appeared on screen before Videl's wide, disbelieving eyes... GhVi (Sort of).

I cave to peer pressure...

Chapter Two – Game On

Ding-dong!

"I've got it, Mom!" Gohan called, setting the last dish carefully in the drying rack beside the sink. While he was wiping the residual suds from his hands with a towel, the doorbell rang again. "Coming, coming!"

He left the damp rag dangling from the faucet and went to greet whoever was impatiently waiting on the other side of the front door. As he approached the foyer, the person began banging insistently on the wood.

"I'm coming! Sheesh...," he mumbled the last word as he reached out for the doorknob. The knocking persisited.

"I'VE GOT IT!"

The excited squeal was Gohan's only warning as his feet were swept out from under him by what felt like a child-sized cannonball. Just as the teen demi-Saiyan's backside collided with the floor, the door finally swung open.

"Hi there! Who are you?" Goten queried, his beaming face pointed up at their visitor.

"Hello," an eerily familiar voice responded, causing every muscle in Gohan's body to tense simultaneously. "Is Son Gohan here?"

The miniature Goku lookalike directed his gaze over his shoulder and fixated it on Gohan. "Is she a friend of yours, brother?"

The elder Son child found himself too distracted by their new (terrifying) visitor to reply. Luckily, she answered for him, "Sort of. Do you mind if I talk to your big brother alone?"

"You're not going to do kissy-kissy stuff, are you?" Goten asked, his nose wrinkled in disgust.

Their guest, surprisingly, seemed amused at the prospect. "Nope, definitely not."

"Okay then!" the boy agreed, holding out his hand to seal their deal. The girl in the doorway accepted it graciously, shook it firmly and then watched as Goten skipped away humming a merry tune.

In Goten's wake, a silence stretched between the two teens. It was long and awkward.

"So...," Gohan began, breaking the silence with a throaty cough. "Wh-What brings you all the way out here, Videl-san?"

"Something very interesting," she replied, taking a step forward and closing the door behind her. For once, she towered over him, looking even more smug than usual with her arms linked together behind her back. It seemed kind of unlikely, but it almost looked like Videl was hiding something from him. "I've got you this time, Mr. Saiyaman."

Gohan was doing his best not to look nervous, but he couldn't help gulping a little. "I d-don't know what you're talking about..."

"No?" she replied, withdrawing her right arm from its tangle with the left and bringing it around to her front side. In her hand she held a VHS cassette labeled "Cell Games."

Quite suddenly, Gohan had the urge to regurgitate his dinner.

"I've been thinking," Videl continued, pressing on in the face of his obvious distress with a knowing smirk on her lips. She waved the tape around for emphasis as she said, "The guys who fought in the Cell Games look an awful lot like the Gold Fighter, don't you think?"

Gohan didn't respond, only gulped again. The bile was burning away at his Adam's apple as the churning guilt swirled around in his stomach.

Videl bent down to look him more directly in the eyes while her lips twitched into a full blown smile. Her mirth at his predicament was becoming unsettling. "And, if we assume that the Gold Fighter is one of these guys, then it follows that Saiyaman could also be somehow connected to them. I mean, how many freakishly strong super warriors could one city have? They've got to be the same person, right?"

Videl seemed to be waiting for Gohan's response, but he decided against opening his mouth for the moment. There was no telling what was about to come out.

Luckily, the female crime fighter didn't seem to need his answer after all. She plowed on without him. "So, if we assume both that the Gold Fighter is connected to the Cell Games and that he's also the Great Saiyaman, that can lead to only one conclusion."

"Wh-What?" Gohan murmured, practically prying his tongue away from the roof of his mouth to do so.

"That's where the tape comes in," she finished, shaking the cassette under his nose. Her devilish grin was really starting to bother him now. "Do you want to watch it?"

Gohan shook his head fervently from side to side. No, he didn't want to watch the tape, not when he already knew what was on it. "Wh-What are you going to do?"

Videl straightened up to her full height and planted her fisted hands on her hips. "I'm going to blackmail you."

"B-Blackmail me?"

"Yeah, blackmail you," she reiterated, her triumphant smile suddenly melting away into a dour frown. "If you don't meet my demands, I'm going to the press."

"Okay...," Gohan acquiesced, utterly defeated. "What do you want?"

"I'm still deciding...," Videl answered, tilting her head at him. Her pigtails swayed back and forth with the motion, making Gohan briefly wonder if her hair was as soft and fine as it looked.

He shook off the notion quickly and blurted, "I don't have any money."

Videl's eyes narrowed at the implication. "I don't want your money. I've got plenty of my own, remember?"

Oh, right. Thanks to him, she and her father were as rich as god. (Or would that be the devil?)

"Then...what do you want?" He was almost afraid to know.

Videl paused to think about it a moment before apparently reaching a decision. "I want you to enter the tournament."

"Tournament?"

"'Strongest Under the Heavens,'" she elaborated. "They're bringing it back, didn't you hear? It's been all over the news."

Gohan blushed a little before admitting, "Mom doesn't let me watch a lot of television..."

"Right, whatever. Will you enter?" she pressed.

"Do I have a choice?"

"Not really."

"Then yes," the demi-Saiyan agreed with a sigh. Considering how much worse her demands could have been, he was feeling pretty lucky. Even the turmoil in his stomach was settling down. "When is it?"

"Next month. You'll have plenty of time to train between now and then." That was a little beside the point, but Gohan figured she didn't have to know that.

"Sooo...that's it?" the demi-Saiyan superhero asked hopefully.

Videl resumed her smile, this time with less frightening results. "Yep, that's it. Fight me in the tournament and I'll forget all about your little secret. Do we have a deal?"

"Yeah, we do," Gohan replied, grinning weakly in return.

"Then I'll see you at school!" she said, turning towards the door with her hand outstretched. With the knob clutched in her hand, she turned back and added, "Oh, and I'm going to hang onto this tape for awhile. Just in case."

"R-Right..."

"See ya!" she said, closing the door behind her with a sharp click.

As soon as Gohan was certain she was gone, he flopped backwards onto the floor, utterly exhausted. So she finally knew his secret...he'd expected the results to be worse than this. He'd figured that Videl would hold a press conference, unmask him gleefully in front of a bunch of news cameras or at least announce her findings over the school's PA system. Surprisingly, she was keeping the information to herself (at least for now) and asking for a minimum amount in return. Maybe she wasn't so bad after all...

"Oh! I almost forgot." Gohan sat up so quickly that he nearly gave himself whiplash. Videl was peeking around the edge of the door with a cheerful grin on her face. "I'll be back on Saturday for flying lessons," she announced, waving the tape at him again. "See you then!"

The door closed behind her for a third time and, this time, Gohan heard the unmistakable roar of a jet engine before a loud whoosh told him that she'd taken off. Artificial wind blew hard against the windows and the walls shook slightly for a moment, the vibrations unsettling the umbrella stand propped up in the corner. She was definitely gone this time.

Gohan flopped back onto the floor with a heavy sigh and contemplated sleeping right where he was for the night. He was too tired to get back up.

Author's Note: Okay, seriously, that's it. Finished. Finito. From here on, the Tournament and Buu Sagas continue on in the usual way, so there's no point in pushing it further.

I enjoyed this while it lasted, how 'bout you? :-D

. ( . Ms Videl Son . ) .

– Who's your daddy? GohanVidel