He Who Likes Girls With Short Hair
A/N: Hmmm . . . I don't think anyone has ever written something like this, Videl's mind as she gets her hair cut under Gohan's advisement. So I hope you'll enjoy! :) R&R!
She stood glaring into her bathroom mirror, clenching a pair of scissors tightly in her right hand.
Who did that boy think he was, suggesting she cut her hair like he was her . . . stylist or something?
He was just a dumb boy. What did he know about fighting, about what would get in the way during battles, when she was Hercule Satan's daughter?
And what idiot would try and pull her hair? That wasn't even martial arts! So lousy excuse, Gohan. And lousy name, too.
She squeezed the scissors harder into her fist, gritting her teeth. But . . . he did know how to fight, how to fly, and was teaching her. So maybe he was right on this one? Would her hair get in the way? Well, it never had before.
Yeah. The perv just liked girls with short hair. That was probably why he and Erasa were always sticking to each other like glue.
She glowered at her long pigtails. But . . . if she did cut them, she wouldn't let her father or anyone of the maids do it for her. ` They'd ask why she wanted to chop off her beautiful locks and she'd have to say because a boy told her to, which was really a stupid thing, and her dad would go nuts.
So she'd have to attack them with a pair of scissors.
But then . . . seriously, why in hell would she snip at her tresses because Gohan said to? That bucket-wearing nerd? He had no fashion at all. So if she cut her hair cuz he said so, she would probably look terrible. Especially with scissors.
And if she did cut them, it would be a lot cooler to train in. Her long hair had always sorta overheated her.
But . . . it was her precious hair and she loved it!
Her face was sorta red in her reflection. Red and frustrated. And her right hand's knuckles were white from squeezing so hard.
Should she cut it, or not? Cut it, or not? Cut it, or not?
She chewed her bottom lip. "Goshdamn you, Gohan, for making me think so hard."
It was his fault. All his fault. What did it matter whether he liked girls with short hair or not? What did it matter if long hair was in her eyes or something? It was her hair and she wasn't going to cut it.
Videl took another glance at the scissors. "I meant it. Goshdamn you, Gohan."
And she found herself clipping anyway.
A/N: The end. My shortest story ever because this moment in DBZ probably wasn't very long. Maybe Videl didn't even think on it. Or like, maybe she got it cut by someone else. And really, I didn't know what to name this fic, lol. That's why it has such a terrible name. XD Hope you liked it, though. Anyway, review please! :)
A/N: Hmmm . . . I don't think anyone has ever written something like this, Videl's mind as she gets her hair cut under Gohan's advisement. So I hope you'll enjoy! :) R&R!
She stood glaring into her bathroom mirror, clenching a pair of scissors tightly in her right hand.
Who did that boy think he was, suggesting she cut her hair like he was her . . . stylist or something?
He was just a dumb boy. What did he know about fighting, about what would get in the way during battles, when she was Hercule Satan's daughter?
And what idiot would try and pull her hair? That wasn't even martial arts! So lousy excuse, Gohan. And lousy name, too.
She squeezed the scissors harder into her fist, gritting her teeth. But . . . he did know how to fight, how to fly, and was teaching her. So maybe he was right on this one? Would her hair get in the way? Well, it never had before.
Yeah. The perv just liked girls with short hair. That was probably why he and Erasa were always sticking to each other like glue.
She glowered at her long pigtails. But . . . if she did cut them, she wouldn't let her father or anyone of the maids do it for her. ` They'd ask why she wanted to chop off her beautiful locks and she'd have to say because a boy told her to, which was really a stupid thing, and her dad would go nuts.
So she'd have to attack them with a pair of scissors.
But then . . . seriously, why in hell would she snip at her tresses because Gohan said to? That bucket-wearing nerd? He had no fashion at all. So if she cut her hair cuz he said so, she would probably look terrible. Especially with scissors.
And if she did cut them, it would be a lot cooler to train in. Her long hair had always sorta overheated her.
But . . . it was her precious hair and she loved it!
Her face was sorta red in her reflection. Red and frustrated. And her right hand's knuckles were white from squeezing so hard.
Should she cut it, or not? Cut it, or not? Cut it, or not?
She chewed her bottom lip. "Goshdamn you, Gohan, for making me think so hard."
It was his fault. All his fault. What did it matter whether he liked girls with short hair or not? What did it matter if long hair was in her eyes or something? It was her hair and she wasn't going to cut it.
Videl took another glance at the scissors. "I meant it. Goshdamn you, Gohan."
And she found herself clipping anyway.
A/N: The end. My shortest story ever because this moment in DBZ probably wasn't very long. Maybe Videl didn't even think on it. Or like, maybe she got it cut by someone else. And really, I didn't know what to name this fic, lol. That's why it has such a terrible name. XD Hope you liked it, though. Anyway, review please! :)