Meet the Satans

Title:  Meet the Satans
Author:  ShadowMajin
Rating:  PG (K+)
Challenge:  Meet the Parents

Gohan resisted the urge to pull at his collar.  What was it with his mom and wearing suits?  Yeah, he could understand wearing it to his father's funeral—and even slightly the date with Angela—but to meet Mr. Satan when she didn't even like him?  That completely baffled him.

The Son boy stood in front of the gated entrance to the world famous Satan Mansion.  It was barely noon already and the demi-saiyan felt a bit hot from his yellow suit and white dress shirt.  Currently his tie was attempting homicide by asphyxiation but it didn't quite have the complete choking grip on him.

Videl had warned him during her flight training that her father wouldn't like the fact she was at a boy's house.  She even told him that he should keep quiet about it until she revealed that ability during the World Martial Arts Tournament.  Being the lad that he was, he had agreed to it.

So why was it that she didn't follow her own request?

A couple days after he had agreed to not tell anyone about her flight training, Videl had let it slip to her father of all people that she was training with a friend.  That hadn't raised any suspicion by Hercule until the word "he" entered his ear canal.  "He?  He!" the man had bellowed when he realized what he had heard.  "Are you saying that you've been at a boy's house?!"

Hercule's following rant had gone well into the night before Videl promised that he would meet the boy she was training with.  "You're darn right I'm gonna meet him!  I'll wring his scrawny neck!"

That had been the short version Videl had told him.  Apparently Hercule was fond of very colorful words when he was angry.  So here Gohan was, standing in front of the house of Satan, attempting to pacify the World Champ so that he wouldn't lock her away in a tower somewhere.

But how did one get to the front door?  The gates were in the way and Gohan had no idea if they were locked or not.  Should he try opening them?  It probably wouldn't hurt anything.  Taking the few steps between him and the gates, he grabbed onto the metal bars and pushed forward.  When they didn't open, he then tried pulling towards him, resulting in the same thing.  Well, that didn't work.

Cautiously, the Son boy looked first to his left and then the right.  Seeing no one in sight, he then crouched a bit before leaping into the air, jumping over the gate and landing on the ground behind it.  With that done, the demi-saiyan strolled to the front door and knocked on its wooden surface.

It took longer than he thought it would, but eventually the door open, revealing Videl who looked rather uncomfortable.  She also seemed to be wearing a longer t-shirt today, though that could've just been Gohan's imagination.  "Uhh, hi Gohan," she greeted.

"Umm, hello," the Son boy replied, his own discomfort beginning to show.

"Listen, I'm sorry you have to do this—" Videl began before she was cut off by the door opening wider, revealing a very unhappy Hercule Satan.  Towering over the Son boy, he scowled at him as if he were an insignificant bug that he wanted squashed days ago.

"So this is the boy you were seeing," the Champ stated, sounding intimidated.  For once, Gohan had to admit he did feel nervous.  It wasn't often he had to meet other people's parents, especially ones that were overprotective.  "How did you get in here?  I didn't hear anyone use the intercom."

"Intercom?" Gohan asked, looking puzzled.  What was he talking about?

Videl decided to change the topic though.  "Yes Daddy, this is Gohan.  He's been helping me…train."

Hercule's focus doubled on the boy.  "Train huh?  You don't look like much.  I've seen toothpicks that are bigger than you."

"Daddy!" Videl reprimanded.

Hercule didn't seem remorseful though.  "Might as well come in.  We have a lot to talk about."

Gohan bowed his head.  "Thank you," he said before entering the house.  The first thing he noticed was that the whole room was big.  Huge in fact.  Made of polished marble and covered in rich rugs and tapestries.  The Satan's were living life very big.

"It's almost lunch time, so we should go to the dinning room," Videl said before leading the way down a hallway, Gohan and Hercule following after her.  Gohan couldn't help but look all over the room, taking in everything he could see.  He faintly heard Hercule coughing next to him but paid no mind.  A few moments passed before another round of coughs were heard, though this time the demi-saiyan felt a rush of air hitting his shoulder.  That was odd, but the Son boy did his best to ignore it.  It was only when he felt a sneeze hit him that he had to turn his head and look at Hercule.

The Champ, he found, was leaning very close to him, looking as if he were about to cough again.  Bewildered, Gohan asked "What are you doing?"

Hercule straightened himself up.  "You're better than I thought," he said.  "Just looking at ya, I thought you could've been taken down by coughing on you.  Doesn't seem to be working at the moment."

That caused the young man to blink.  Did…did he really think people could be defeated by coughing on them?  Or was it a new biological attack he was trying to use?  This guy was proving weirder and weirder to him by the minute.

It wasn't long after that that they arrived in the dinning room.  It seemed to be just as extravagant as the hall and foyer, a wooden floor covered mostly by a rich red carpet that left a couple feet of floor uncovered.  A large wooden table sat on the carpet with wooden chairs at its side.  Gohan couldn't help but notice that one chair was at the foot of the table and two others were at the opposite end facing opposite of each other.  Seeing Hercule and Videl moving to the two chairs, he then took a seat at the other one and waited for what these Satan's wanted to do.

Gohan couldn't help but hear the loud thunk that echoed in the room suddenly.  Looking around, his attention took notice of Videl's face, which was a bright red, embarrassment covering her features.

In turn, Hercule caught the Son boy's inquiring look, causing him to smirk.  "You heard that sound too huh?"

"Daddy please," Videl hissed, her head lowering as her face grew even redder.

"Umm, yes?" Gohan replied, not sure what to do.

"That was the sound of my little Sweetpea wearing the greatest thing man has ever built," the man claimed.  "A chastity belt.  One hundred percent iron and a lock the size of my fist making sure that no one gets into my little girl's pants."

A chastity belt?  He made his own daughter wear a piece of metal so someone couldn't pull her pants down?  That didn't make sense at all.  Couldn't a belt achieve the same result?

At that moment, Gohan could see that Videl seemed humiliated by her dad's proclamation.  He hadn't known her very long, but it wasn't a sight he was used to seeing.  Well, perhaps he could make her feel better.

"Don't worry, Videl.  I'm wearing one too."

Both Videl and Hercule snapped their heads up to look at him.  "Wait, what?" Hercule explaimed.  "Why don't you want to get in my daughter's pants?  Is she not good enough for you?!  Who do you think you are?!"

Gohan couldn't help but feel he had said the wrong thing.  Kami was this man confusing.  First he didn't want any boy doing anything with his daughter and now it seemed he wanted him to be interested in her.  What was this guy's deal?

"Dad, stop it," Videl said in a low tone, which caught the man's attention.  "We're going to have lunch now, so be quiet and eat your food."

Hercule pouted but acquiescent to her demand.  Right on cue, a few maids came into the room and placed plates of food in front of the three.  A well of disappointment filled the Son boy as he noticed the quantity of food on his plate.  It wasn't much to sate his appetite but it would do for the time being.  Seeing the Satans already eating, he decided to dig in as well.

It wasn't until he was reaching for a third helping that he noticed Hercule and Videl staring at him.  Pausing, he looked back at them with an innocent expression.  "Is…something wrong?"

"Kami boy, where do you put it all?" Hercule exclaimed, his eyes staring right at his body.  "I haven't seen anyone eat that much food since that hot dog eating contest I was invited to.  I didn't compete because of a stomach ache, but I'm pretty sure I would've—"
"What I think my dad is trying to say," Videl interrupted, "is that you look so thin yet you eat so much."

Embarrassment began to burn on the Son boy's face, one of his hands going to the back of his head and began scratching.  "Umm, it's something like a family trait.  My dad use to eat a lot of food."

"And your father is?" Hercule pressed.

Videl decided to answer for Gohan this time.  "Gohan's dad is Son Goku, the guy who—"

"Geeku!" Hercule exclaimed.  "That hack that won the tournament before me?  Uh uh, no way is my daughter hanging around with tricksters!  Get out of my house!"

If there was one thing Gohan wanted to do at that moment, it was to leave this place and not think twice about it.  With Hercule's blessing, he took one last piece of food, stuffed it in his mouth, and left the room, making haste to the front door.  Although it pricked him a bit that Hercule would disrespect his father, it was of little consequence.  His dad wouldn't have cared how everyone thought about him and wasn't adamant that he'd be honored at all times..  At least this thing was over!

"Gohan!  Wait!"

Stopping by the front door, Gohan turned to look at Videl as she hurried towards him.  "I'm sorry about my dad.  He isn't used to other people being considered just as important as him."

"Don't worry about it.  I'm just glad to be getting out of here, no offense."

Videl huffed.  "I don't blame you.  I'll have to get him to apologize.  He knows you shouldn't treat people badly."  Looking back the way they came, she suddenly started whispering.  "By the way, I was wondering about my flying lessons.  I don't know if we'll be able to continue with them."

Gohan nodded his agreement.  "You've already have a good grasp on them anyways.  Just a little practice and you won't be needed me to lend a hand."

A small smile appeared on Videl's face.  "Well, I'd like to show up tomorrow if that's alright.  Call it a graduation from flight school if you want."

Gohan smiled back at her.  "That's fine.  I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Videl!" they both heard Hercule shout.  "You better not be hanging with that boy back there!"

"Gotta go!" Gohan spoke quickly, opening the door.  "I'll see ya!"  The last of the Satan girl he say was her waving him in farewell.  Once the door was closed, the Son boy launched himself into the air, heading away from the manor and straight for home.  He couldn't wait to get out of these clothes and into something more comfortable.

Hopefully he wouldn't have to go through that again.