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A Harmless Wish	By : c0p13r Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 264 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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            The trio of Dragonball hunters was in for a huge discovery!
            “What the-?! It’s saying that I’m a Dragonball!” Trunks shouted, huddling over the Radar, spooked by this sudden calling. His dad always pestered him about someday rising to greatness, but he never thought he’d be legendary this quick!
            “Wow,” Goten awed, confirming the Dragonball readings with his own eyes. “You really are special, Trunks!”
            Sweating and posturing, Trunks reared up, trying to look aloof. “What can I say? I guess it runs in the family…”
            “Don’t be so dumb!” Videl admonished them both and swiped the necklace from around Trunks’ neck. At once, the blipping changed from Trunks to follow the swinging bauble hanging from her hand. “Couldn’t you tell something was off? Look! This jewel is huge and orange! How could you not figure this one out, Mr. Genius?”
            Trunks reddened at his humiliation and coughed nonchalantly into his hand. “Well,” he muttered, barely audible, “it was an honest mistake.
            “You sure are smart, Videl!” said Goten.
            “Yeah,” Videl replied, not losing her disapproving scowl, “whatever.” She was a bit flattered, but praise from Goten wasn’t exactly hard to get. Show him basic hand tricks, and he’d be enthralled for hours.
            Trunks was quick to move past his foolishness and onto the next order of business. He snatched the necklace – “That I rightly won,” he was sure to remind everyone. – and proclaimed that they’d rounded up all seven Balls. Already, they were glowing with a mystical charge; Videl was mesmerized.
            “We should take it to the mountains,” Trunks advised, closing up the duffle bag and kicking off the ground to hover. “If a stupid dinosaur had this village in a panic, no telling what a dragon like Shenron could do. Probably give the old man a heart attack, and we’d have to waste a wish bringing him back to life.”
            “Good idea, Trunks!”
            Videl’s lips twitched. Goten was way too easily impressed. Still, it made sense. Shenron was supposedly miles long and caused huge changes in the weather. She didn’t want these villagers to think even for a second that she was bringing a new plague upon them.
            So it was a good idea.
            Giggling with excitement, Videl launched off the ground. “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go summon Shenron!” Her laughter echoed behind as she speared through the air, wordlessly challenging the boys to catch up.
            “Man, she’s so bossy,” griped Trunks, adjusting the strap of the duffle bag around his shoulders. He took off after her with Goten in hot pursuit.
            “But, Trunks…”
            Trunks looked back at his younger friend and saw a look of concern on his face. “What is it now, Goten? Don’t tell me you gotta pee again!”
            “N-No, it’s not that. It’s just… what are we going to wish for?”
            “That’s obvious, duh!” Trunks faced forward, grinning resolutely. “An amusement park can wait. I want a girl to take care of this already!” He made a vague gesture to his pointed pants. “I could hardly even get to sleep last night!” He bunched up and wriggled like he was doing some strange dance. “I just want some relief already!”
            “Well, that’s what I was thinking about.”
            Trunks looked dubiously at him. He was thinking?
            “What about”—Goten pointed shyly ahead of them, to the girl they were gradually catching up with—“Videl?”
            “Videl?! Don’t be stupid, Goten! Who’d want to do it with her?! She’s all bossy and everything! And she’s way older than us!”
            Which didn’t bother him when he had planned to get Gohan to introduce him to his girl classmates…
            “Besides…” Trunks faced forward, his blue eyes on Videl. He could see up her dress…
            … Damn leggings…
            “You met her dad. She’s probably as weak as he is. Or weaker. Heh!” With a boastful point, he jeered that she couldn’t handle a Saiyan!
            Goten looked down, dejected, and gave a disappointed “Oh.”
            “Here’s good enough!” Trunks shouted loudly so that Videl could hear, skidding to a stop in midair to see him and Goten plummet straight down to a grassy plateau. And, of course, she sneered. This was supposed to be her moment, and she wanted to pick the spot. Darn brats, but it wasn’t the worst setting. It was nestled deep, far away from people, miles of terrain; the kind of place when, one needed to do Earth-saving battle, it’d be the perfect spot for constant explosions and damage to the terrain.
            Trunks was already setting up the Balls when Videl landed and approached; she approached in that very powerful strut of shoulders moving dramatically in time with her footsteps. “Let’s get one thing straight, boys! You have to listen to me and not go off on your own!” She bent over, finger pointed angrily; Trunks was already disinterested and annoyed, and Goten – being Goten – sulked from being scolded. “Imagine if you guys got hurt or lost! How do you think your moms would react?!”
            “Oh, please. Like that’d ever happen,” said Trunks with an eyeroll. “How about next time you wanna hunt for the Dragonballs, you make a wish that you don’t need kids to help you.”
            Videl ground her teeth as he and Goten laughed.
            “Now it’s time to make our wish!” Trunks turned to the glowing Balls. “We summon you, Shenron!”
            Before the building exclamation of rage could come from Videl’s lips, she was put into a state of sheer marvel as a streak of golden light shot up as the sky blackened to midnight proportions. The streak went up about a mile before veering left, and then right, and then looped over and again. Coils appeared under the light; green and red. And then the mighty head of Shenron appeared with an awakening roar.
            “Waah!” Videl stumbled back, hardly able to catch herself as she turned her head upward to take in the awesome splendor of Earth’s Dragon. “It-It really is a Dragon!”
            “Of course,” jeered Trunks, acting cool with a nervous sweat over his brow; Goten was laughing to himself, his open smile big and wide, just about absent of thought. “We told you all along, didn’t we?”
            “You who have summoned me, I will grant two wishes! Speak them now, and it will be so!” Shenron’s mighty voice shook the air.
            “R-Right!” Trunks instinctively snapped to attention like a soldier to a commander; a blundering wreck of nerves. “I mean, yessir, I mean…!”
            “Trunks, Trunks,” pestered Goten, reaching over to tug at Trunks’s sleeve. “What’re we wishing for again? The food, right?”
            “Gosh, Goten! You only think about toys and food, don’t you? You’re such a kid!” Trunks shoved a finger at Goten’s face as if to make a point. “A girlfriend, Goten! A girlfriend!”
            “But Videl…” Goten’s eyes went over to the girl gawking, unable to pick her jaw back up.
            “Speak now! I am waiting!” rumbled Shenron.
            Flustered, Trunks swung his arm in front of him. “I told you: No! N! O! No way! Even with that bossy personality, she’s too weak and would get hurt if she had sex with us!”
            Goten sulked. His developed crush on Videl – as she was the first girl he’d met that wasn’t his mom or Trunks’s mom – left him despondent and lamenting, “I wish Videl wouldn’t get hurt when we have sex with her.”
            Lidless red eyes lit up, activated by those significant words.
            “It shall be so,” answered Shenron. “No harm shall befall this woman, the one named Videl, during any sexual act with the two of you.”
            “WHAT?!!” screamed Videl and Trunks in unison. The latter swung to his bigmouthed friend. “You stupid! Look what you did! You wasted that wish! We were supposed to wish for your girlfriend with the second wish! Dummy!”
            Goten, realizing his mistake too late, slapped his hands over his mouth and profusely apologized behind them. “I-I’m sorry! I just said it without thinking!”
            “Stupid,” growled Trunks, and made a fumble on his own as he wasted the second wish: “I wish you could shut your mouth for just one second.”
            The sound of Shenron granting a wish… and Trunks recognized his own stupidity. Goten’s open mouth closed by force… and then was open again, gaping with a quizzical noise before turning to a jovial smile. “That was weird!” he laughed.
            “No! That wasn’t-!!”
            But Shenron cut off the child of Capsule Corp. “Your wishes have both been granted! Until the Dragonballs are again gathered”—The serpentine body coiled and reared—“farewell!” In a golden burst, he condensed and scattered in seven spectacular rays of light. And just like that, the spectacle was over…
            And the repercussions were about to begin.
            There was that complementary silence of stupor before Trunks, red-faced and raging in the trousers, pivoted on Goten, his arms tense like he was ready for a fight but with tears welling up in his eyes like he was getting ready to bawl like a baby. “Goten! You ruined everything! All because you wasted that wish!”
            “But, but!” Goten flung a finger right back at him in accusation. “You wasted the second wish! That was your fault!”
            “My fault?! You just distracted me!”
            “And the first wish wasn’t wasted!”
            “Yes, it was!” Trunks frowned, fists now on his hips. “You think anything’s gonna happen with…yeow!” His arms went out and flapped like a bird’s wings as his ear was tugged at.
            “Just what was the meaning of that wish?!” barked Videl. She looked over at Goten, who recoiled in embarrassment, feeling worse than if she was pulling his ear instead. “I can’t believe you two! Was that what this was all about?! Getting girlfriends?! Just to… Just to…?!” She couldn’t even finish the thought, too outraged and embarrassed to commit to it.
            Trunks got his ear back, and with a hand covering it to make sure she couldn’t pinch it some more, he shouted, “It wasn’t supposed to be any of your business anyway, Videl! Not like you can understand! You’re a girl.” He scoffed, turned away, and folded his arms. “Guess we’re back to square one, Goten. Back to the plan of getting Gohan’s friends. First, we gotta ditch Videl.”
            Goten, seeming to not be paying attention, was staring at something behind Trunks.
            “Hello~? Goten? You listening?”
            Goten’s little finger came up and pointed to something behind Trunks’s back. “Videl’s leaving.”
            “Huh?” Trunks whipped around and saw Videl in flight. “H-Hey! Where do you think you’re going?!”
            “I’m letting your moms know what you’re up to,” Videl called back to them.
            Panicked, both Trunks and Goten jumped and stumbled, holding their heads and shouting as they thought of the wrathful return awaiting them… if Videl got home before them. Trunks, realizing what needed to be done first, chased after her; Goten, on reflex of trouble, just went still, threw his head back, and began to cry.
            At top speed, Trunks got ahead of Videl. Wide open sky, but his arms and legs spread like he could block her; at least she stopped, seemingly willing to hear him out, if only to humor him. “You’re not telling anyone about this, Videl!”
            “Yes, I am,” she said with certainty.
            “No, you’re not!” Trunks screamed back, balling up and kicking his feet in tantrum.
            No time for this; Videl did the appropriate thing: sidestepping him and bursting to the West. But Trunks caught her in passing. “Let go!” she told him, but to her shock, he hurled her instead. Perhaps deadly at this height to anyone who couldn’t fly. Videl hoped he acknowledged that. She caught herself several feet from the ground, her exertion of ki energy spreading out a billow of dirt from the patchy grass.
            She straightened and glared up at him. He was sniveling now, fists up, trying not to behave like Goten – who was still sobbing – and, by doing so, was acting just like Goten. “So it’s a fight you want. Okay, I’m game.” She moved a foot behind her, entering her common stance of offense. “But don’t think I’ll go easy on you just because you’re a kid.”
            “Oh yeah?! Sniff! Hic! That’s what your dad said before I punched him into a wall!” Trunks yelled.
            Videl kicked off at top speed and collided with Trunks. He’d taken heavier hits from a beachball, but the mood was affecting him. He went on defense, blocking her speedy punches and – her specialty – her kicks. Her dress was a distraction for Trunks; it blocked his view and hid her legs. Still, nothing a Saiyan kid couldn’t handle. To her credit, he would at least say she was more skilled than her dad.
            And, as she pursued the endeavor to best him, Trunks felt his spirits begin to lift. In little time, he began to forget why this scuffle was even happening! And also, he was forgetting why he found Videl so disagreeable. When she opened her mouth to berate him and his ideas, when she got in his way of showing off, he couldn’t think of anyone worse. But the rhythm of these punches and their intensity – at least the intensity intended for them – were becoming… attractive.
            “Alright!” growled Videl to pump herself up, readying to pull out her showstopper. The Super Megaton Punch; a work in progress to upstage her dad should the time come for her to face him on the World Champion stage. A fatal move for battles of Saiyan proportions, but Trunks was all for flashy.
            She launched her fist, and he dodged rather than block – maybe a better move, as it’d probably crush her to see her best punch held back by a child’s finger. So Trunks dodged, ducking under her outstretched arm, and then planted both hands on a breast apiece.
            The moment froze, her still in the follow-through of her punch and Trunks attaching his hands to her bust. She wore a mask of disbelief at this groping, and Trunks wore one of confusion and building frustration.
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On the next episode of ‘A Harmless Wish GT’, Trunks tests out the wish made, but does Goten have anything to say about it? And what about Videl?! Will she do stuff?! Find out next time!
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