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Innocent Feelings_Ch.44. DateInnocent Feelings_Ch.4 by MissKisa
As Videl led him through the school gates, Gohan kept glancing down at their joined hands, feeling his face heat up slightly. He still had trouble coming to terms with everything that had happened since lunch.
His gaze lingered on their linked hands for a bit longer, marveling at the contrast between his large, thick hand and her own, so much smaller and slender. He looked back at the pretty girl, pulling him down the street, and cracked a smile as he noticed that she, too, was blushing. They were both completely new to this dating thing, after all.
Gohan's face flared up intensely at that thought; the notion was slowly but surely sinking in. They were dating. He and Videl, they were actually dating. She was his girlfriend, she accepted his feelings, they were together now...
And they almost kissed.
It was like the memory of that fleeting moment suddenly hit him, and the boy flushed even more. Somehow, the idea of missing class had distracted him from thinking back about it.
NOT coming out of the closet...-~~NOT coming out of the closet~~-...NOT coming out of the closet by MELTYsoftieSeven98
charas: Sharpener Erasa
setting: Orange Star High
'HELP! SOMEBODY! GET US OUT OF HERE!" Erasa shouted as she banged on the door.
Night class had just ended at Orange Star High. She and Sharpener had to get something for Ms. Beakman from the supply closet. But they must have took a long time, so long that the ganiter must have forgot they were in there and locked them in by accident. Erasa was panicking. Sharpaner was sitting against the wall watching her bang on the door.
He thought with a smile 'She's really cute when she's scared. Damn cute. And damn sexy too. she's sweating ,damn, it makes her look good.'
Erasa stopped banging on the door and looked over at him.
'Sharpener aren't you worried!? We're locked in here! Stuck here! WHAT IF WE NEVER GET OUT AGAIN?? How are you so calm?'
'It's not like they never use this closet. They'll find us. Eventually.'
CoS - Chapter 3: SchoolCoS - Chapter 3: School by MystiQueen
"Can I go home now?"
Charisma's shoulders fell. She sat in the back of her parents' car with Trunks beside her. The two were dressed up in school uniforms, heading off to the boring wasteland for kids.
"Goten is so lucky," Trunks grumbled, folding his arms. "He gets to stay at home and not go to school "
"Actually," Kaylei said, turning around from the passenger side seat to look at the two. "Goten isn't lucky. He has to stay at home, alone in his room, and learn there. You two, on the other hand, get to go to school and meet a lot of new people and make friends."
" I guess," Charisma said gloomily. She shrugged and looked at Trunks. "At least we can be in the same class this year."
"Yeah, I guess so," he replied.
"And at least I'll get to see Misa again," Charisma said brightly. "And the others, too."
Charisma was the one who made most friends between her and Trunks. Trunks wasn't much of a social person. On his first day of school in kindergarten, he made a glue ball
Christmas Eve DBZ StyleThe jingling of the Christmas music had most of the people in Capsule Corp dancing, though Vegeta swore he'd kill Bulma if she came near him because last time she tried to get him to dance. She had stopped trying after that, but could spy her lover watching their son from a corner of the room, a tiny, almost non-existent smile on his face.Christmas Eve DBZ Style by Lunamaru
It was Christmas Eve and everyone was at Capsule Corp, including Piccolo. Gohan managed to drag the Namekian here, somehow... It was the first year after the Cell Games...
The first year with a new member of the Dragon Ball family, Goten... But, also the first year Goku was gone for good. It seemed to hit his family and friends hard, though they tried not to show it.
Bulma smiled as everyone finished eating and was slowly winding down. Chichi, Gohan and Goten all sat on a couch, Piccolo leaning against a wall behind them as Trunks ran up to the toddler in his play-brother's arms. Krillin was pulling a reluctant 18 to a loveseat across from the Son fa
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