Punishment. Spite. Wickedness. Evil. Those are all sinful and unpleasant terms one way or another. However those words weren't the only terms that were flooding a certain Saiyan's head.
Sin.
Immorality.
Hatred.
The male knew it was everywhere despite how innocent and naïve he seemed to appear. Butbut what did this man do to deserve this?
All of his life he saved others. He was a hero. He was a savoir. He was a friend. He was a husband. He was even a father.
Now what did he do to deserve this?
Punishment?
Spitefulness and hatred from another could cast upon such pain?
Was wickedness that powerful?
Evilness caused this, didn't it?
His brother was so sinful that he had to take away the one thing that he loved more than himself.
His son.
His son was gone.
Gone
The wind didn't seem to care as it screamed mercilessly in the man's ears. The sun did not try to be sympathetic, as it did not shine friendly, warm rays down upon the Earth. Along these depressing lines there was a particular place where this dejected man laid, and soon it began to pour. The rain also did not seem to mind or care as it heavily dropped down to the fertile, now damp ground.
Water from the rain wasn't the only thing touching and marring the man's face. He did not seem to notice that his own tears had spilled down towards the earth. His tears represented his sorrow and pain. He was actually crying.
Son Goku never cried. Yet now he was. Because?
Because he failed.
He failed to the two people who mean the most to him.
One was his wife. The other was his son, Gohan.
Radditz escaped. His limbs were not fully functional, but he could still move. He was able to move fast enough that he could escape undetected with Gohan. Goku felt worthless and defeated. Not only did he lose his son, but how would Chichi handle this? He might as well lose her too
How could such evilness exist? How could his own brother, his own flesh and blood, do this to his sister-in-law and most importantly to him?
Evilness existed in many forms. Sin existed in many forms. Gohan—his Gohan—was going to be a victim to all that
Goku feared what fate his son would have to face. Above all, he feared for his son's life. However, there were worse things than death. Although Goku was trying to look on the dim, but bright side of things, he found it hopeless, because honestly there weren't any. Soon he became concerned of what Gohan would become in the passing years to come
Disclaimer: I, the author under the penname Goku's Daughter do not own or have in possession of Dragonball/Z/GT, which means I have no rights over the television show, manga, or anything else that are in rights of Dragonball/Z/GT, such as the characters, plots, etcetera.* Also, for once, this general idea or premise for a fanfic does not mainly belong to me (since this plot has been used before). This is also not another Hindi movie copy over. Nope, not this time.
Special thanks to my wonderful beta-reader, Folken's Daughter
Story one
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Sinful
Written by the somewhat infamous Goku's Daughter
Chapter One: Corrupted
Corrupted:
1 a : to become tainted or rotten b : to become morally debased
2 : to cause disintegration or ruin
--Merriam-Webster OnLine
October the first. A new beginning. A new month. A new day to earn money from the fans. October the first Pay-Per-View event? Sounds about right
Hercule stood before the mirror, smiling happily. Looking at himself over and over, his grin began to broaden. Oh yeah! Who's the champ! Grr! Raah! Yeah!! Hercule began chanting and yelling smugly at his reflection. Then systematically Hercule began to show off his moves, watching himself with a wider grin. Raah!! Yeah!! Who's da man?! he asked rhetorically in a pompously toned voice. He was definitely a popinjay.
If you're talking about the strongest man, it's not you.
Hercule suddenly froze after crouching down in fear. The afro-haired man didn't expect an answer, especially in his 'secret chambers'. He didn't even know if he was more surprised because of the answer he received.
Who's there? Hercule whimpered. It was unusual for anything to nonplus Hercule, but this voice that came from nowhere caught him completely off guard, that it was difficult for him to say anything.
I thought you said you were the man, the same voice answered, yet now was in a lower, more mocking tone.
Err—I AM! Hercule countered with hesitance.
A sickening laugh followed. You're really not worth my time. I'll send someone else to test your strength.
My strength? Hercule questioned in a hoarse whisper. What was going on?
From the shadows, the mocking voice came again. Up for the challenge old man?
Where are you? Hercule didn't see anyone, or any suspicious shadows in the poor lit room. His chamber was huge and whoever this man was (he knew it was a man by the voice), could be almost anywhere. Hercule was too afraid to move out of his spot. Maybe, just maybe, he can reach to the door undetected. Unfortunately, the door was so far away from the mirror. At least ten steps away. For once Hercule doubted his ability to pull it off.
Somewhere close, he said, and then paused for a moment, Watching you crouch in fear, old man. Somehow this person knew exactly what to say.
Hercule whimpered in fear again, tucking his head between his knees. Whatever you want-- money, fame, anything—just take it. Please, don't hurt me.
I don't want anything but to see your power, your potential, and your talent. Filthy humans call you the 'champ'. I want to know and see why. Come on old man.
No one in his or her life would dare to speak to the Champ, Hercule, in this cruel, mocking, disrespectful manner. His pride was on the line, plus his self worth. With an aroused anger, he instinctively rose up in a fighting stance. Just bring it! Man, he shouldn't steal The Rock's lines.
A rich, cruel laugh filled the room. It intimidated the Champ, and once the voice knew that it did—or would affect Hercule's performance—he abruptly stopped. Next a sharp, war cry came from the back of the room. With grace and talent, a man with shoulder-length hair flown in front of Hercule and kicked the man in the face, sending him flying backwards. Hercule didn't have time to react. The blow was too fast and swift—plus it held mighty strength. Observing this, the keeper of that previous voice knew the match was over before it begun. In ten minutes, Hercule had broken ribs, a battered, bruised, less hairy body, and was left almost unconscious. When the individual who possessed that cruel, low voice knew that Hercule was hanging to consciousness by a thread, he finally emerged from the shadows and called off his 'hit-man'. It was difficult for Hercule to watch this shadowy figure gracefully walk to him. It was also a challenge to see well—to see this man's face since it was still hidden in some darkness. The last thing that Hercule remembered was a sharp pain on his back. It was a burning sensation that caused him to cry out. Unknown to him, that shadowy person had flipped him over and burned a certain small letter into his flesh. Right under his left shoulder was a tiny 1cm by 1cm letter .
Fifty. Up. Down. Fifty-one. Up. Down. Fifty-two. Up. Down. Flex. Stretch. He didn't know how he was so fascinated with working out and building his muscles. He didn't know why he saw it to be interesting at all. Maybe it was a sign of masculine beauty. Or maybe he thought the muscles made him look cool. Spending October thirtieth in a gym was nothing unusual for Sharpener. The blonde male thought it was important and vital to be healthy and fit. He wanted his body in top condition. Personally, he'd never want his body to get fat and droopy. Yeah, spending a 'normal' day in a gym was nothing, besides there were young women around. They were just a bonus. However, someone really caught his eye and the moment he saw him he knew what was wrong. Well maybe he didn't know what exactly was bothering this certain person, but at least Sharpener was observant enough to see that something was disturbing him.
Sharpener strolled over to the man's side, who was lifting weights on a bench. The brown-eyed man was always in awe when he watched this person ascend and descend that three hundred pound weight over and over without breaking a sweat. Honestly, the blonde also wondered how this man could be so focused and concentrated when working out.
Sharpener continued to stand right beside this male and yet he never acknowledged his presence, not even with a nod. It seemed that this person didn't know Sharpener was standing right beside him. So, in turn, the blonde coughed unnaturally loud than expected.
The man never stopped lifting and lowering the weights but he did slide his gaze onto the blonde. It was slow, but his cold, uncaring eyes settled right on Sharpener's brown eyes, piercing it, making Sharpener shudder. However that didn't stop the blonde from approaching this man, even if his acquaintance always had that same glint of emptiness in his eyes. After all, the blonde was the sociable, 'I-love-people' guy.
Hello to you too, Sharpener mocked with a small smile. He may have seen this man more than a few times at this gym (maybe only for this month), and this wasn't the first time that he talked to him. Once or twice before, he had made the mysterious person talk to himeven though it was only for a little while.
The man with the weights smirked at the blonde. What do you want? What's wrong this time? he asked uninterestingly.
Black.
Sharpener noticed that there was a lot of 'darkness' coming from this man. Not darkness like evil, but dark as in, 'I'm-obsessed-with-black' type of thing. The man always wore a black sleeveless shirt with dark jogging pants in the gym. His eyes were also black and dark. The male even had spiked up hair, which contributed in making him seem more mysterious. On his left cheek there was a long, deep line that had begun a little bit above his thick eyebrow. It stopped when the hair started and continued again at the top of his cheek. It went down along his face at least two inches. Sharpener supposed it was a scar. Yeah, a scar that made him look more intimidating.
That's what I wanted to ask you. Sharpener answered. He was also in awe of how solid and muscular this man's muscles were while he changed weights and resumed lifting and lowering them. Again, Sharpener's acquaintance didn't break sweat.
A smirk found a way on the male's sculpted lips. I never knew you cared so much for me, the acquaintance joked sarcastically with laced arrogance.
Oh ha ha! Fine. Be that way. You're usually serious when you come here—but today, you just seem angrier than usual. I was just going to ask you what's wrong. Sharpener rolled his eyes at his last remark.
The male froze for a moment, exhaling a deep sigh. Ignoring Sharpener's remark for a moment, the acquaintance put the weights away and sat casually back on the workout bench. Is it that obvious? he asked.
The blonde nodded.
You know I'm not going to tell you.
The blonde nodded again. I can always try to force it out of you though.
He suddenly looked amused. Sharpener knew that expression was rare.
Beat it out of you maybe.
He snorted arrogantly. You can't lay a finger on me if you tried.
Sharpener was going to snap a healthy combat at his acquaintance if he hadn't seen a familiar face in the room. His jaw lowered, leaving his mouth opened, which made him look quite stultified. The blonde hadn't noticed his acquaintance's annoyed glare as he continued to stare.
What is so interesting? I was ready for one of your foolish remarks. The male grew impatient and looked over where Sharpener was staring at. It did not take long for his dark eyes to scan the brightly lit and crowded room. There were three men assaulting a line of punching as if there were no tomorrow. The only thing that stood out and caught his attention was a girl. Figures. So she had black hair, blue-eyes and was muscular for a damn human girl. Oh wow. The acquaintance only snorted and rolled his eyes.
What's so special about her?
She's Hercule's daughter. She's twenty, young and beautiful. She's also one of my closest friends that I haven't seen in a while, Sharpener explained slowly with respect in his voice. It was obvious to his male friend that Sharpener had not screwed around with this female if he was so fascinated with her.
Sharpener tore his gaze from Videl and rested them onto the male, looking at him with an 'I-don't-believe-you' look. So? Are you crazy? Man, between you and me she's everyone fantasy. He let out a nervous laugh. If you ever tell her that I said that, I will kill you. At that remark, the acquaintance did an eye roll. Anyways, she's safe. She's cool. What else do you want me to say?
She's probably brainless with no life. Let's drop the subject.
Sharpener smirked and shook his head slowly. My friend, she's not a bimbo. She's mean; she's aggressive and sarcastic. She's a tomboy. She's violent. Despite her wicked attributes, she's a savoir who saves people. She's fun and exciting too. Sharpener almost gapped at his friend's expression. A bead of sweat rolled down on his forehead. Don't give me that bored look. Are you gay or something?
A muscle in his eye twitched. Excuse me? I'm not gay. He let the subject drop. So why haven't you mat—er—courted her yet?
If Sharpener hadn't accepted his acquaintance's lack of knowledge of slang in society, he was going to question his extensive vocabulary with him. Instead Sharpener ran his fingers through his golden strands of hair. I guess she isn't interested into me. She probably wants a man stronger than her. I guess she'll all die alone
Sharpener almost gapped at him. Because her father is the strongest man alive. Duh. Although he was attacked earlier this month, he was still able to perform and wrestle at the Pay-Per-View event. He still claimed the title to be the strongest man alive, you know. Where have you been? Lost in the galaxy or something? Sharpener joked with sarcasm.
The man rolled his eyes. You're a prick, you know that?
He smirked and had a perfect word to describe him too. But there was a familiar voice calling out his name. Sharpener turned around and he wasn't surprised. There stood Hercule's daughter with a cocky grin on her youthful face.
Hello Sharpener, she greeted with a smile. Her hair was tied up in a lazy, high ponytail with dark strands falling down in various places. Her attire was simple. Black spandex shorts and a loose red tank top, contouring her curves. She wasn't that comfortable showing off so much skin, but when she trained or worked out, it was necessary to be in light clothes. Yes, that was Sharpener's best friend. Determined. Strong-willed. And damn appealing in a boy-ish way when she did not want to be.
Hello sweetheart. I see someone had time to visit her father's gym this afternoon.
The blue-eyed female noticed the sweat stain on the blonde's white sleeveless shirt. And I see someone had time to workout for once, she noted out loud.
Hey, you know that I basically live here, he joked, grinning at her playfully.
Yes, I know you're obsessed.
Sharpener laughed lightly. You think I'm obsessed? I want you to meet someone who is. The blonde moved to the side and there was a mysterious man, sitting on the bench, lifting weights. Even Videl noticed that there was no sign of perspiration on his face or clothes. For a moment there, he looked halcyon, like working out was what he needed to get away from it all. Whatever all was.
Are you accusing me to be obsessed? the man asked in a cold, low tone. He did not sound offensive, but it wasn't quite friendly either.
Sharpener didn't seem to care as he rolled his hazel eyes. Take a chill pill. I only said that to get you angrier. His gaze went onto Videl for a couple of seconds before going back on his acquaintance. Hey, this is Videl.
The man's eyes flickered onto the blue-eyed woman and again with this uncanny ability he looked like he pierced into her very soul, causing her to shudder. Staring at her form and figure, he suddenly stopped lifting and lowering the heavy weights, got up, and approached the female. He was quite surprised that she did not seem to be intimidated by his muscles, dark voice, empty eyes, and most importantly his scar. He was quite glad actually but there was a frown on his face that said otherwise. Then he dropped his weights on the padded ground, causing her to flinch back a bit. Now with bare hands, he brought it out towards her.
Nice to meet you Videl, he said in a lighter tone.
She didn't hesitate to extend hers out to reach his large hand, grasping and shaking it. Yeah it's nice to meet you too
He mentally noted her strong grip. He also noticed the biker gloves that she was wearing. Maybe Sharpener was not lying when he said that she was a tomboy. The black-haired man also noticed the friendly vibe coming off from the female. Well it was not entirely friendly, more like a fuzzy, warm feeling. It annoyed him for a moment but when he noticed the fire and spirit in her blue eyes, it somehow calmed him. She was becoming an enigma. And that bothered him.
I'm called Gohan.
She smiled sharply and shook his hand a bit tighter, watching his strong grip. Yeah, it's nice to meet you Gohan.
I still can't believe you never tried pizza!? Videl exclaimed as she walked down the sidewalk with Sharpener and Gohan on either side of her. Since it was a chilly October afternoon, she wore a windbreaker over her red tank top and slipped on a pair of fuzzy jogging pants. Sharpener and Gohan also changed into something warmer.
Well that's because I was probably raised differently than you—or Sharpener over here. His eyes flickered onto the gray concrete and for a moment he wondered why he was around Sharpener, or this girl, Videl. He didn't know how she was able to chip part of his defenses away. He was also perplexed by how she was able to persuade him to 'hang-out' with them and grab a 'slice of pizza'. Gohan knew he shouldn't be here and mingle around these kinds of people. He shouldn't put himself in a position to be attached to them.
Raised differently? Sharpener questioned raising an eyebrow.
Gohan's throat became a little tight and his voice became neutral. Yeah. I'm sure that none of you were sculpted to be a leader—
Sharpener cut him off. Like a politician.
Gohan looked at him hard before he spoke. Yeah. Something along those lines.
Videl looked up beside Gohan and smirked. Never had she met a man so confident and so poise. Although he was kind of strange (like never eating pizza before), he looked so interesting. Mysterious, defiantly. The way he appeared—his presence—intrigued her. When he walked, it was graceful and sometimes she swore that he wasn't touching the ground. His posture, well, he was defiantly assertive. Like she thought before, there was confidence in his step. The way he moved was so firm and solid, never hesitant or nervous. It was sort of charming, alluring, exciting, and yet at the same time, it was kind of scary. Above all else, it was as if this Gohan character appeared to be untouchable. The unusual, interesting thing was that he didn't abuse that attribute.
Hmm if she only knew. Actually this Gohan was more corrupted into something that no one could imagine. But Videl observed well for what humans would believe.
Hey guys, what do you want? Videl asked as she entered the pizza shop. For an October 30th the place wasn't packed. However, she didn't let this little oddity bother her as she sat in one of the booths with Gohan seated beside her.
Sharpener inhaled deeply, letting the aroma of tasty pizza fill his nostrils. Drawing it in so many times made him hungrier and crave a certain type of pizza. I say we go for a pepperoni pizza since this is Gohan's first taste.
Against the red cushion Videl sat back casually. Fine. Go and order.
It took ten minutes for them to receive their order: a large pepperoni pizza. To pass time Videl challenged Gohan in a game of 007. She noticed that Gohan was a quick learner, grasping the rules rather fast. Videl only needed to show him once how to reload, shoot and block. It was that simple.
Double 'O' seven, she chanted. She paused looking at Gohan's reload. Good choice. She did the same thing.
Double 'O' seven.
Another reload.
Double 'O' seven
Videl blocked and Gohan shot. Gohan let a quiet snarl out while Videl smirked.
Double 'O' seven
Videl shot and Gohan blocked.
This pattern repeated for at least three minutes until someone messed up.
Double 'O' seven.
Videl smiled as her fingers were pointed like a gun towards Gohan. He went to reload—and chose the wrong thing to do. She laughed at his defeat.
Ahaha! You got shot! I beat you! She looked at Sharpener with glittered eyes. I guess I'm still the Champ at this game, aren't I?
His ego must have been bruised, which was probably why Gohan snarled. I never lose, he muttered under his breath.
Videl eyed him. What did you say?
He forced a smile even if it looked cruel. I said you sound like your father. Not entirely. But you sound like him.
She blinked. Three times. Videl looked back at the baffled Sharpener and then returned her gaze at the defeated Gohan. Is that a good thing? she asked slowly, cautiously.
It depends how you look at it. If you say you're the Champ but you can't prove that you are when challenged, then it's a bad thing. But you're lucky that you beat me—or else you would've been a fool just like your father.
She blinked again. And again. And again. Wow. This was the first person that she encountered in her life that didn't have high respect (or any respect at all) for her father. Well Gohan definitely had guts; and attitude as a matter of fact. However, despite how charming Gohan's ruthless behaviour was towards Hercule, Videl couldn't stand having her father dissed. If the pizza wasn't served at their table at that moment, she was going to give Gohan a piece of her mind. Yeah, it was lucky for him that the delicious pizza had interrupted her angry thoughts. Mmm
How do you like it? Sharpener asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence.
His mouth was stuffed as he responded. It's good. When he swallowed he continued. It's better than what I expected. In seven minutes he finished half of the pizza.
Videl eyed him again for a moment before taking a bite out of her slice. She was going to comment on Gohan's appetite if her watch didn't beep, causing her to snap out of her thoughts.
What is it chief? the young woman asked in the small, hidden microphone.
A voice replied back while the three looked down, chewing on their food. Videl! We need your help! The surviving men of Sonny's Mafia came back for the revenge! Help!
Where are they? What are they doing? Videl quickly asked. In situations like these, time could be your worse enemy.
They're at Orange Star High!
Videl cursed.
That's not the worse of it! Your father is there and they have him hostage.
Videl cursed again more loudly, banging her fist against the table. Aright I will be there in less than ten minutes! Frustrated, she quickly got up and left the pizza joint, not bothering to give Sharpener or Gohan an apology.
When she walked out of the door, Gohan looked at Sharpener. And where does she think she's going? Gohan asked with little curiosity. He didn't care if she could fight crime. He didn't even know why he bothered to ask.
Sharpener made a small amused smile. She's going to kick some ass now. He waited until he finished his slice. You want to check it out? He licked his oily fingers and waited.
Gohan made an uninterested nod. Sure why not. He paused, chewing, then swallowing. He appeared to be processing something in his head. But that's after I finish this What was this called again?
Gohan walked down a crowded street with Sharpener. And she can defeat all these guys?
Sharpener made a proud smile. Even if they had guns she could probably take them out.
Kara—er—empty handed? Gohan asked, keep his eyes stare straight ahead.
Sharpener looked at him and shrugged. Who knows? It wasn't meant to be a question.
In a few, short minutes Sharpener and Gohan found themselves stopped by a policeman. It was an obese, lazy officer to be more accurate. They were supposedly the most annoying and irritating to deal with.
Sorry. Out of bounds. It's too dangerous for you guys, came his sneering, piggish, slightly monotone voice.
Gohan made a tiny noise but the policeman didn't seem to hear it. However Sharpener did.
I'm Videl's—er—sidekick, Sharpener spat out.
The policeman made a lazy smile. Yeah. And I'm the President of the Unites States. Nice try kid. I know Videl works alone.
Gohan slipped his hands into his pants pockets and turned around, away from both men. Ever so quickly, Gohan cracked his neck by jerking his head side to side. This caught the men's attention.
I'm leaving.
Sharpener sighed, running his fingers in his golden hair once again. Fine. I'll see you later.
Without another word Gohan walked away with that same grace and poise. Soon he turned behind a desolate street corner. In an alley, he slipped into the darkness, using the shadows and speed to his advantage. In three and a half minutes he passed that same large policeman, plus Sharpener, and reached to where he sensed Videl. Perched on some high buildings he waited and waited until something came out of the building, dead or alive.
One minute passed. Nothing. Two minutes passed. Nothing. Five minutes passed. Nothing. Gohan growled, more loudly now, since there was no one who would question his behaviour. The scar-faced man was about to leave if he didn't hear a cry. It was similar to a warrior's cry. Soon, he realized it was a female since it was a high pitch. So it must have been Videl. Gohan crouched down on the roof and waited again.
Ten minutes passed and he still crouched there. Gohan knew something was going on, but what? Suspense was killing him and he didn't know why. Should he go and help the girl? Nah. That'd be too easy and it would defeat the purpose of sitting on top of a rooftop, observing what was happening around him. His patience was beginning to wear thin though. If no one was going to come out, Gohan was just going to blast the high school to bits. He didn't like to be played like a fool.
It took another five minutes before anything emerged from the building. Covered in dust, dirt and blood (which must have come from the criminals), was Videl, and many other wounded members of the police force. She noticed that they were dragging an unconscious Hercule out. Quickly they pulled him towards safety (which would be near an oak tree), and instantly turned around to face what were chasing them.
Courage. Gohan noted that she had a lot of courage inside of her.
Bravery. Yeah, if she didn't have any of that she'd be dead a long time ago.
You bitch! One of the criminals ran out with a knife jabbed in his arm. On his face there was a long thick wound, and it was bleeding profusely. Look wha you did to my f—cking face! he yelled as more criminals ran by his side with the same intense hate.
For some reason Videl didn't look intimidated. Gohan couldn't figure out if it was a trick, if she was bluffing, or if she really thought she could defeat them.
Shut up before I slam my foot in your mouth. Or better yet, shove my foot up your ass! she countered.
Attitude. Gohan almost laughed at that remark. Her attitude was quite amusing.
Abruptly, fire broke out immensely that it created a puff of smoke. Fortunately everyone was wearing a bulletproof vest or they would be in trouble. However, all got shot, except for Videl who was quick enough, and the closest person to hide around the tree. Gohan only focused on her.
Hey little girl! You know who you are talking to?! Don't make us hurt you—and you know what I'm talking about.
For a subject so sensitive, Videl didn't seem to care. She just plastered on a cruel smile. Oh I'm so scared! The 'left-overs' from the defeated gang wants to rape me! Oh someone help! They're making empty threats! Ahh! Videl cried out with heavy sarcasm. Puh-lease. Don't make me laugh. She waited until they gritted their teeth. You guys are full of shit, she paused and pointed at the one with a bloody face, Especially you.
Sarcasm. Gohan saw this attribute to be pleasing coming from this woman. It was like she was pretending to be untouchable. The way she talked and the way she walked, made it clear that she wasn't going to be intimidated so easily. Gohan grunted at that thought.
Someone began their assault and Videl only countered it. In frenzy she broke jaws, noses, and poked eyes until they bled, hitting her opponents in their most sensitive places. One by one they yelled, made a warrior cry, an attempt to assault, and then later, fall on their knees with a defeated look on their faces. (Yes, they did land some hits on her, but she was much tougher than that.)
Videl had a good workout. The seven last gangsters of Sonny's gang were at her mercy. They all painfully cried within ten minutes and as much as Videl enjoyed kicking their butts, there was only so much energy she could expel before collapsing. She knew she'd have to lower her pace in order to defeat her last opponent—the one who had a bloody face.
Or she could just use all her energy on this man.
Hmm she wanted to finish this quickly as possible. She was going with the second one.
Heavily breathing (Gohan saw how much her chest rose and fell), Videl allowed the man to circle his prey, imitating a vulture. When Videl's back was toward her opponent, logically he attacked. She knew this was coming, so she jumped swiftly and latched her legs around his neck. Squeezing his head tight between her thighs, both humans fell to the ground hard. Her opponent tried to get out of the hold by punching and gripping onto her thighs. Round and muscular (Gohan noticed this the most), her thighs were strong. They held closely together, not yielding to the opponents demand. Meanwhile, Videl rammed her fists repeatedly into the opponent's skull and soon, he fell unconscious due to the lack of blood circulating in his head.
Videl panted as she crawled away, wiping the blood off her face with the back of her hand. Immediately after, she wiped her face with her shirt sleeve because her fist was covered in the man's blood. It was messy but it was her priority. Hmmm what was that famous quote from Spiderman? With great power come great responsibilities? Videl snorted. What powers? It didn't take much brains to fight [1] and clearly the men that she faced today had nothing in their heads.
From that same spot, Gohan watched Videl in some awe. He hadn't expected her, a tiny little human, to defeat those men. Now this was interesting Gohan was almost speechless.
Gohan, the world's strongest man, meet Videl, the Earth's strongest woman, he thought to himself with little bitter. He didn't know what to make of this. At the moment, he was flabbergasted
Courage. Bravery. Attitude. Sarcasm. So many sides to her, it made Gohan's head work harder than it normally would. She possessed so many attributes that were sowhat was that word appealing? No. That word was too strong. Way too strong.
Let's start again.
Her many attributes: courage, bravery, attitude, sarcasm—it was almost as if she wasn't afraid or intimidated by anything. It was like she thought she was untouchable. Now there was a thought.
Let's try one more time.
Videl had courage, bravery, attitude and sarcasm. She held potential and strength, both inner and outer, mentally and physically. There were so many sides to her and Gohan only discovered a portion of it in one day.
Gohan grunted as he fixed his position on the building top. Lazily he let himself fall back, and didn't wince when his butt landed hard on the surface. When his back met with the cool rooftop he again didn't show any signs of pain. However, he did flinch when he came to a conclusion concerning Videl. She she was real.
Halloween.
It was a scary and frightful occasion for some. It was indeed an enjoyable time when it came to candy, especially for children.
Halloween was also a day for the devil.
Look around. Witches, skeletons, zombies, evil pumpkins called jack-o-lanterns, black cats: they all represented evil in some way. Videl knew this and yet here she was standing at her father's door, dressed as a damsel, handing out candy to three children, who were teenagers. One of them was a ditzy blonde.
Awww! I don't want candy bars with nuts! she wailed.
A vein under Videl's forehead comically bulged. In a pink dress (that Videl despised) and a blonde wig that covered her black, dark hair, the teens didn't seem to notice that she was Videl. They must have thought that she was just another of Hercule servants. Videl gritted her teeth and forced herself to act sweet and nice. 'Temper temper,' Videl reminded herself as she gave the whiney child another chocolate bar.
Happily the young woman, who was wearing a pink bunny, playboy suit, gave a toothy grin. Thank you, she responded and pushed a button. Then she turned around and wagged her butt, and a puffy tail that started to glow.
Videl sweat dropped but smiled. The tail trick was corny, but was kind of cool the way it illuminated. Yeah, you kids have a good Halloween too!
Content, the three teenagers walked away from Hercule's mansion.
Videl sighed and went inside. Closing the door behind her, she leaned against it and slumped down. Then she reached for candy from the bowl and at the same time, she read the clock. Eleven fifty-nine PM. Halloween was almost over and she watched the seconds count down. It was down to fifty seconds.
Why were those kids out so late? she wondered silently, breathing out heavily.
Forty more seconds.
She shrugged and began chewing on tiny pack of Sour Patch. It's a Friday night, she reminded herself.
Twenty seconds.
She finished the pack by then and looked around the room. It was dark and too quiet. Of course Videl was kind enough to give the servants the day off. No one would be here by the morning.
Ten seconds.
Videl lazily got up and turned on one of the lights with a flick of a switch.
Five seconds.
Videl turned around at the clock and counted down.
Four
Three
Two
One
BAM BAM BAM
Videl flinched back, hearing that sudden hard knocking noise at her door. It's twelve in the morning! Who the hell is still out? she screamed inside her head.
Taking a deep breath in, she took three strides to the door and swung it open. A harsh breeze passed and swept in Hercule's front foyer, causing Videl to shiver. When she looked up at the knocker she gasped.
There was the devil himself. Well in a mask. But damn. Didn't it look real?
Videl just stared at the figure who was mainly covered from the shadows. She crossed her arms over her chest. she said, breaking the thirty-second silence.
Empty handed, he just stood there like a statue. Videl noticed this and rolled her eyes. What do you want?
I need you to come with me, the figure finally said.
She narrowed her eyes down to slits, staring at the man. she asked. For once, she was scared. Maybe she couldn't see who this person was. Or maybe she didn't know what this person was capable of doing.
He didn't give her any answers.
The female stepped back and her eye twitched. Answer me, she warned in a low, stern voice.
Still nothing.
Videl made a funny noise between a laugh and a cough. That certainly caught the figure's attention and finally he emerged from the darkness, walking into Hercule's foyer, approaching the slightly shaking Videl. Then slowly the figure began to take off his mask.
Her eyes opened wide. she yelled. What the hell are you doing here? she asked with a loud voice.
I told you—I need you to come with me.
She stepped away from him. Why? It's past midnight. I'm tired. Can't this wait till tomorrow? Videl asked, exhausted.
Gohan shook his head and had that cold look in his eyes. This time it was so icy that it looked like he was going to kill someone, namely her. For the first time in her life (or what she could remember), her knees became weak as fear consumed her.
Gohan? What the—? she began, setting back into a slight fighting stance when Gohan approached her. Get away from me! Videl yelled back, becoming more aware of his large presence.
He didn't stop and instead did the opposite of what she said. He lunged at her, slowly, and expected her to fight back.
She did. Strong. Hard. But it was difficult to do so when wearing that damn damsel costume. Videl grunted, tearing most of the bottom half off.
Now she had a more fair advantage, and she continued to throw punches at him. Still he only dodged them as if it was just an annoying fly. Furious, she kicked at him. Still that didn't work. The female tried to break his nose. Instead, he somehow got behind her in a blink of an eye. She reached for a weapon, namely a vase, and swung it at him. Surprisingly he caught it. Videl didn't hesitate to throw other things at him (even though it contributed to a mounting mess). Soon, from her efforts, she became breathless. Then as if all her powers were drained in thirty minutes, the human female began to hallucinate.
It was furry, brown and surprisingly strong. It wrapped around her tiny waist, and squeezed at her sides if she tried to move. Videl's blue eyes widened and she was only able to whisper, She winced as she looked up at Gohan, who showed no compassion or mercy. That's a good Halloween prank Gohan. Bet you can't make it light up, Videl joked, laughing softly, mockingly.
Even though she wasn't able to defend herself, she still had attitude. This puzzled Gohan. Make his tail light up? What was she talking about?
Right. Videl thought she was hallucinating.
When Gohan realized so, he chopped lightly at her neck, causing her to pass out. Now she was like a lifeless doll at Gohan's disposal. He looked down at her and winced. Oh man, when she wakes he would have to put up with a lot of crap. But by then, she wouldn't be able to do anything to him. Not physically at least.
Awkwardly, he snaked his arm under her legs, holding her gently, aware that she was somewhat injured. He frowned as he allowed her head to rest on his right shoulder and without another sound he walked out of Hercule's house. In the crisp, dark night Gohan flew away.
October thirty-first. Halloween. Devil's day. Who would have known that the devil would pay a visit to Satan Videl? Okay, maybe he wasn't the devil himself, but it was close, right? We can all say that Gohan is not a sweet, nice, caring man. Ha. If you still believe that then sadly, you're in denial.
What we have here was a man that was uncaring, unforgiving, ruthless and wicked. Just what exactly happened to him after a certain Uncle whisked him away from his parents' lives? Just what exactly happened to Gohan during the years to make him so cold man? Exactly who—or what—made Gohan so wicked and sinful
and just so corrupted?
That, my friends, will remain a mystery
For now at least.
Story notes:
[1] I stole that line from Bardock.
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kiss kiss
Sin.
Immorality.
Hatred.
The male knew it was everywhere despite how innocent and naïve he seemed to appear. Butbut what did this man do to deserve this?
All of his life he saved others. He was a hero. He was a savoir. He was a friend. He was a husband. He was even a father.
Now what did he do to deserve this?
Punishment?
Spitefulness and hatred from another could cast upon such pain?
Was wickedness that powerful?
Evilness caused this, didn't it?
His brother was so sinful that he had to take away the one thing that he loved more than himself.
His son.
His son was gone.
Gone
The wind didn't seem to care as it screamed mercilessly in the man's ears. The sun did not try to be sympathetic, as it did not shine friendly, warm rays down upon the Earth. Along these depressing lines there was a particular place where this dejected man laid, and soon it began to pour. The rain also did not seem to mind or care as it heavily dropped down to the fertile, now damp ground.
Water from the rain wasn't the only thing touching and marring the man's face. He did not seem to notice that his own tears had spilled down towards the earth. His tears represented his sorrow and pain. He was actually crying.
Son Goku never cried. Yet now he was. Because?
Because he failed.
He failed to the two people who mean the most to him.
One was his wife. The other was his son, Gohan.
Radditz escaped. His limbs were not fully functional, but he could still move. He was able to move fast enough that he could escape undetected with Gohan. Goku felt worthless and defeated. Not only did he lose his son, but how would Chichi handle this? He might as well lose her too
How could such evilness exist? How could his own brother, his own flesh and blood, do this to his sister-in-law and most importantly to him?
Evilness existed in many forms. Sin existed in many forms. Gohan—his Gohan—was going to be a victim to all that
Goku feared what fate his son would have to face. Above all, he feared for his son's life. However, there were worse things than death. Although Goku was trying to look on the dim, but bright side of things, he found it hopeless, because honestly there weren't any. Soon he became concerned of what Gohan would become in the passing years to come
Disclaimer: I, the author under the penname Goku's Daughter do not own or have in possession of Dragonball/Z/GT, which means I have no rights over the television show, manga, or anything else that are in rights of Dragonball/Z/GT, such as the characters, plots, etcetera.* Also, for once, this general idea or premise for a fanfic does not mainly belong to me (since this plot has been used before). This is also not another Hindi movie copy over. Nope, not this time.
Special thanks to my wonderful beta-reader, Folken's Daughter
Story one
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Sinful
Written by the somewhat infamous Goku's Daughter
Chapter One: Corrupted
Corrupted:
1 a : to become tainted or rotten b : to become morally debased
2 : to cause disintegration or ruin
--Merriam-Webster OnLine
October the first. A new beginning. A new month. A new day to earn money from the fans. October the first Pay-Per-View event? Sounds about right
Hercule stood before the mirror, smiling happily. Looking at himself over and over, his grin began to broaden. Oh yeah! Who's the champ! Grr! Raah! Yeah!! Hercule began chanting and yelling smugly at his reflection. Then systematically Hercule began to show off his moves, watching himself with a wider grin. Raah!! Yeah!! Who's da man?! he asked rhetorically in a pompously toned voice. He was definitely a popinjay.
If you're talking about the strongest man, it's not you.
Hercule suddenly froze after crouching down in fear. The afro-haired man didn't expect an answer, especially in his 'secret chambers'. He didn't even know if he was more surprised because of the answer he received.
Who's there? Hercule whimpered. It was unusual for anything to nonplus Hercule, but this voice that came from nowhere caught him completely off guard, that it was difficult for him to say anything.
I thought you said you were the man, the same voice answered, yet now was in a lower, more mocking tone.
Err—I AM! Hercule countered with hesitance.
A sickening laugh followed. You're really not worth my time. I'll send someone else to test your strength.
My strength? Hercule questioned in a hoarse whisper. What was going on?
From the shadows, the mocking voice came again. Up for the challenge old man?
Where are you? Hercule didn't see anyone, or any suspicious shadows in the poor lit room. His chamber was huge and whoever this man was (he knew it was a man by the voice), could be almost anywhere. Hercule was too afraid to move out of his spot. Maybe, just maybe, he can reach to the door undetected. Unfortunately, the door was so far away from the mirror. At least ten steps away. For once Hercule doubted his ability to pull it off.
Somewhere close, he said, and then paused for a moment, Watching you crouch in fear, old man. Somehow this person knew exactly what to say.
Hercule whimpered in fear again, tucking his head between his knees. Whatever you want-- money, fame, anything—just take it. Please, don't hurt me.
I don't want anything but to see your power, your potential, and your talent. Filthy humans call you the 'champ'. I want to know and see why. Come on old man.
No one in his or her life would dare to speak to the Champ, Hercule, in this cruel, mocking, disrespectful manner. His pride was on the line, plus his self worth. With an aroused anger, he instinctively rose up in a fighting stance. Just bring it! Man, he shouldn't steal The Rock's lines.
A rich, cruel laugh filled the room. It intimidated the Champ, and once the voice knew that it did—or would affect Hercule's performance—he abruptly stopped. Next a sharp, war cry came from the back of the room. With grace and talent, a man with shoulder-length hair flown in front of Hercule and kicked the man in the face, sending him flying backwards. Hercule didn't have time to react. The blow was too fast and swift—plus it held mighty strength. Observing this, the keeper of that previous voice knew the match was over before it begun. In ten minutes, Hercule had broken ribs, a battered, bruised, less hairy body, and was left almost unconscious. When the individual who possessed that cruel, low voice knew that Hercule was hanging to consciousness by a thread, he finally emerged from the shadows and called off his 'hit-man'. It was difficult for Hercule to watch this shadowy figure gracefully walk to him. It was also a challenge to see well—to see this man's face since it was still hidden in some darkness. The last thing that Hercule remembered was a sharp pain on his back. It was a burning sensation that caused him to cry out. Unknown to him, that shadowy person had flipped him over and burned a certain small letter into his flesh. Right under his left shoulder was a tiny 1cm by 1cm letter .
Fifty. Up. Down. Fifty-one. Up. Down. Fifty-two. Up. Down. Flex. Stretch. He didn't know how he was so fascinated with working out and building his muscles. He didn't know why he saw it to be interesting at all. Maybe it was a sign of masculine beauty. Or maybe he thought the muscles made him look cool. Spending October thirtieth in a gym was nothing unusual for Sharpener. The blonde male thought it was important and vital to be healthy and fit. He wanted his body in top condition. Personally, he'd never want his body to get fat and droopy. Yeah, spending a 'normal' day in a gym was nothing, besides there were young women around. They were just a bonus. However, someone really caught his eye and the moment he saw him he knew what was wrong. Well maybe he didn't know what exactly was bothering this certain person, but at least Sharpener was observant enough to see that something was disturbing him.
Sharpener strolled over to the man's side, who was lifting weights on a bench. The brown-eyed man was always in awe when he watched this person ascend and descend that three hundred pound weight over and over without breaking a sweat. Honestly, the blonde also wondered how this man could be so focused and concentrated when working out.
Sharpener continued to stand right beside this male and yet he never acknowledged his presence, not even with a nod. It seemed that this person didn't know Sharpener was standing right beside him. So, in turn, the blonde coughed unnaturally loud than expected.
The man never stopped lifting and lowering the weights but he did slide his gaze onto the blonde. It was slow, but his cold, uncaring eyes settled right on Sharpener's brown eyes, piercing it, making Sharpener shudder. However that didn't stop the blonde from approaching this man, even if his acquaintance always had that same glint of emptiness in his eyes. After all, the blonde was the sociable, 'I-love-people' guy.
Hello to you too, Sharpener mocked with a small smile. He may have seen this man more than a few times at this gym (maybe only for this month), and this wasn't the first time that he talked to him. Once or twice before, he had made the mysterious person talk to himeven though it was only for a little while.
The man with the weights smirked at the blonde. What do you want? What's wrong this time? he asked uninterestingly.
Black.
Sharpener noticed that there was a lot of 'darkness' coming from this man. Not darkness like evil, but dark as in, 'I'm-obsessed-with-black' type of thing. The man always wore a black sleeveless shirt with dark jogging pants in the gym. His eyes were also black and dark. The male even had spiked up hair, which contributed in making him seem more mysterious. On his left cheek there was a long, deep line that had begun a little bit above his thick eyebrow. It stopped when the hair started and continued again at the top of his cheek. It went down along his face at least two inches. Sharpener supposed it was a scar. Yeah, a scar that made him look more intimidating.
That's what I wanted to ask you. Sharpener answered. He was also in awe of how solid and muscular this man's muscles were while he changed weights and resumed lifting and lowering them. Again, Sharpener's acquaintance didn't break sweat.
A smirk found a way on the male's sculpted lips. I never knew you cared so much for me, the acquaintance joked sarcastically with laced arrogance.
Oh ha ha! Fine. Be that way. You're usually serious when you come here—but today, you just seem angrier than usual. I was just going to ask you what's wrong. Sharpener rolled his eyes at his last remark.
The male froze for a moment, exhaling a deep sigh. Ignoring Sharpener's remark for a moment, the acquaintance put the weights away and sat casually back on the workout bench. Is it that obvious? he asked.
The blonde nodded.
You know I'm not going to tell you.
The blonde nodded again. I can always try to force it out of you though.
He suddenly looked amused. Sharpener knew that expression was rare.
Beat it out of you maybe.
He snorted arrogantly. You can't lay a finger on me if you tried.
Sharpener was going to snap a healthy combat at his acquaintance if he hadn't seen a familiar face in the room. His jaw lowered, leaving his mouth opened, which made him look quite stultified. The blonde hadn't noticed his acquaintance's annoyed glare as he continued to stare.
What is so interesting? I was ready for one of your foolish remarks. The male grew impatient and looked over where Sharpener was staring at. It did not take long for his dark eyes to scan the brightly lit and crowded room. There were three men assaulting a line of punching as if there were no tomorrow. The only thing that stood out and caught his attention was a girl. Figures. So she had black hair, blue-eyes and was muscular for a damn human girl. Oh wow. The acquaintance only snorted and rolled his eyes.
What's so special about her?
She's Hercule's daughter. She's twenty, young and beautiful. She's also one of my closest friends that I haven't seen in a while, Sharpener explained slowly with respect in his voice. It was obvious to his male friend that Sharpener had not screwed around with this female if he was so fascinated with her.
Sharpener tore his gaze from Videl and rested them onto the male, looking at him with an 'I-don't-believe-you' look. So? Are you crazy? Man, between you and me she's everyone fantasy. He let out a nervous laugh. If you ever tell her that I said that, I will kill you. At that remark, the acquaintance did an eye roll. Anyways, she's safe. She's cool. What else do you want me to say?
She's probably brainless with no life. Let's drop the subject.
Sharpener smirked and shook his head slowly. My friend, she's not a bimbo. She's mean; she's aggressive and sarcastic. She's a tomboy. She's violent. Despite her wicked attributes, she's a savoir who saves people. She's fun and exciting too. Sharpener almost gapped at his friend's expression. A bead of sweat rolled down on his forehead. Don't give me that bored look. Are you gay or something?
A muscle in his eye twitched. Excuse me? I'm not gay. He let the subject drop. So why haven't you mat—er—courted her yet?
If Sharpener hadn't accepted his acquaintance's lack of knowledge of slang in society, he was going to question his extensive vocabulary with him. Instead Sharpener ran his fingers through his golden strands of hair. I guess she isn't interested into me. She probably wants a man stronger than her. I guess she'll all die alone
Sharpener almost gapped at him. Because her father is the strongest man alive. Duh. Although he was attacked earlier this month, he was still able to perform and wrestle at the Pay-Per-View event. He still claimed the title to be the strongest man alive, you know. Where have you been? Lost in the galaxy or something? Sharpener joked with sarcasm.
The man rolled his eyes. You're a prick, you know that?
He smirked and had a perfect word to describe him too. But there was a familiar voice calling out his name. Sharpener turned around and he wasn't surprised. There stood Hercule's daughter with a cocky grin on her youthful face.
Hello Sharpener, she greeted with a smile. Her hair was tied up in a lazy, high ponytail with dark strands falling down in various places. Her attire was simple. Black spandex shorts and a loose red tank top, contouring her curves. She wasn't that comfortable showing off so much skin, but when she trained or worked out, it was necessary to be in light clothes. Yes, that was Sharpener's best friend. Determined. Strong-willed. And damn appealing in a boy-ish way when she did not want to be.
Hello sweetheart. I see someone had time to visit her father's gym this afternoon.
The blue-eyed female noticed the sweat stain on the blonde's white sleeveless shirt. And I see someone had time to workout for once, she noted out loud.
Hey, you know that I basically live here, he joked, grinning at her playfully.
Yes, I know you're obsessed.
Sharpener laughed lightly. You think I'm obsessed? I want you to meet someone who is. The blonde moved to the side and there was a mysterious man, sitting on the bench, lifting weights. Even Videl noticed that there was no sign of perspiration on his face or clothes. For a moment there, he looked halcyon, like working out was what he needed to get away from it all. Whatever all was.
Are you accusing me to be obsessed? the man asked in a cold, low tone. He did not sound offensive, but it wasn't quite friendly either.
Sharpener didn't seem to care as he rolled his hazel eyes. Take a chill pill. I only said that to get you angrier. His gaze went onto Videl for a couple of seconds before going back on his acquaintance. Hey, this is Videl.
The man's eyes flickered onto the blue-eyed woman and again with this uncanny ability he looked like he pierced into her very soul, causing her to shudder. Staring at her form and figure, he suddenly stopped lifting and lowering the heavy weights, got up, and approached the female. He was quite surprised that she did not seem to be intimidated by his muscles, dark voice, empty eyes, and most importantly his scar. He was quite glad actually but there was a frown on his face that said otherwise. Then he dropped his weights on the padded ground, causing her to flinch back a bit. Now with bare hands, he brought it out towards her.
Nice to meet you Videl, he said in a lighter tone.
She didn't hesitate to extend hers out to reach his large hand, grasping and shaking it. Yeah it's nice to meet you too
He mentally noted her strong grip. He also noticed the biker gloves that she was wearing. Maybe Sharpener was not lying when he said that she was a tomboy. The black-haired man also noticed the friendly vibe coming off from the female. Well it was not entirely friendly, more like a fuzzy, warm feeling. It annoyed him for a moment but when he noticed the fire and spirit in her blue eyes, it somehow calmed him. She was becoming an enigma. And that bothered him.
I'm called Gohan.
She smiled sharply and shook his hand a bit tighter, watching his strong grip. Yeah, it's nice to meet you Gohan.
I still can't believe you never tried pizza!? Videl exclaimed as she walked down the sidewalk with Sharpener and Gohan on either side of her. Since it was a chilly October afternoon, she wore a windbreaker over her red tank top and slipped on a pair of fuzzy jogging pants. Sharpener and Gohan also changed into something warmer.
Well that's because I was probably raised differently than you—or Sharpener over here. His eyes flickered onto the gray concrete and for a moment he wondered why he was around Sharpener, or this girl, Videl. He didn't know how she was able to chip part of his defenses away. He was also perplexed by how she was able to persuade him to 'hang-out' with them and grab a 'slice of pizza'. Gohan knew he shouldn't be here and mingle around these kinds of people. He shouldn't put himself in a position to be attached to them.
Raised differently? Sharpener questioned raising an eyebrow.
Gohan's throat became a little tight and his voice became neutral. Yeah. I'm sure that none of you were sculpted to be a leader—
Sharpener cut him off. Like a politician.
Gohan looked at him hard before he spoke. Yeah. Something along those lines.
Videl looked up beside Gohan and smirked. Never had she met a man so confident and so poise. Although he was kind of strange (like never eating pizza before), he looked so interesting. Mysterious, defiantly. The way he appeared—his presence—intrigued her. When he walked, it was graceful and sometimes she swore that he wasn't touching the ground. His posture, well, he was defiantly assertive. Like she thought before, there was confidence in his step. The way he moved was so firm and solid, never hesitant or nervous. It was sort of charming, alluring, exciting, and yet at the same time, it was kind of scary. Above all else, it was as if this Gohan character appeared to be untouchable. The unusual, interesting thing was that he didn't abuse that attribute.
Hmm if she only knew. Actually this Gohan was more corrupted into something that no one could imagine. But Videl observed well for what humans would believe.
Hey guys, what do you want? Videl asked as she entered the pizza shop. For an October 30th the place wasn't packed. However, she didn't let this little oddity bother her as she sat in one of the booths with Gohan seated beside her.
Sharpener inhaled deeply, letting the aroma of tasty pizza fill his nostrils. Drawing it in so many times made him hungrier and crave a certain type of pizza. I say we go for a pepperoni pizza since this is Gohan's first taste.
Against the red cushion Videl sat back casually. Fine. Go and order.
It took ten minutes for them to receive their order: a large pepperoni pizza. To pass time Videl challenged Gohan in a game of 007. She noticed that Gohan was a quick learner, grasping the rules rather fast. Videl only needed to show him once how to reload, shoot and block. It was that simple.
Double 'O' seven, she chanted. She paused looking at Gohan's reload. Good choice. She did the same thing.
Double 'O' seven.
Another reload.
Double 'O' seven
Videl blocked and Gohan shot. Gohan let a quiet snarl out while Videl smirked.
Double 'O' seven
Videl shot and Gohan blocked.
This pattern repeated for at least three minutes until someone messed up.
Double 'O' seven.
Videl smiled as her fingers were pointed like a gun towards Gohan. He went to reload—and chose the wrong thing to do. She laughed at his defeat.
Ahaha! You got shot! I beat you! She looked at Sharpener with glittered eyes. I guess I'm still the Champ at this game, aren't I?
His ego must have been bruised, which was probably why Gohan snarled. I never lose, he muttered under his breath.
Videl eyed him. What did you say?
He forced a smile even if it looked cruel. I said you sound like your father. Not entirely. But you sound like him.
She blinked. Three times. Videl looked back at the baffled Sharpener and then returned her gaze at the defeated Gohan. Is that a good thing? she asked slowly, cautiously.
It depends how you look at it. If you say you're the Champ but you can't prove that you are when challenged, then it's a bad thing. But you're lucky that you beat me—or else you would've been a fool just like your father.
She blinked again. And again. And again. Wow. This was the first person that she encountered in her life that didn't have high respect (or any respect at all) for her father. Well Gohan definitely had guts; and attitude as a matter of fact. However, despite how charming Gohan's ruthless behaviour was towards Hercule, Videl couldn't stand having her father dissed. If the pizza wasn't served at their table at that moment, she was going to give Gohan a piece of her mind. Yeah, it was lucky for him that the delicious pizza had interrupted her angry thoughts. Mmm
How do you like it? Sharpener asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence.
His mouth was stuffed as he responded. It's good. When he swallowed he continued. It's better than what I expected. In seven minutes he finished half of the pizza.
Videl eyed him again for a moment before taking a bite out of her slice. She was going to comment on Gohan's appetite if her watch didn't beep, causing her to snap out of her thoughts.
What is it chief? the young woman asked in the small, hidden microphone.
A voice replied back while the three looked down, chewing on their food. Videl! We need your help! The surviving men of Sonny's Mafia came back for the revenge! Help!
Where are they? What are they doing? Videl quickly asked. In situations like these, time could be your worse enemy.
They're at Orange Star High!
Videl cursed.
That's not the worse of it! Your father is there and they have him hostage.
Videl cursed again more loudly, banging her fist against the table. Aright I will be there in less than ten minutes! Frustrated, she quickly got up and left the pizza joint, not bothering to give Sharpener or Gohan an apology.
When she walked out of the door, Gohan looked at Sharpener. And where does she think she's going? Gohan asked with little curiosity. He didn't care if she could fight crime. He didn't even know why he bothered to ask.
Sharpener made a small amused smile. She's going to kick some ass now. He waited until he finished his slice. You want to check it out? He licked his oily fingers and waited.
Gohan made an uninterested nod. Sure why not. He paused, chewing, then swallowing. He appeared to be processing something in his head. But that's after I finish this What was this called again?
Gohan walked down a crowded street with Sharpener. And she can defeat all these guys?
Sharpener made a proud smile. Even if they had guns she could probably take them out.
Kara—er—empty handed? Gohan asked, keep his eyes stare straight ahead.
Sharpener looked at him and shrugged. Who knows? It wasn't meant to be a question.
In a few, short minutes Sharpener and Gohan found themselves stopped by a policeman. It was an obese, lazy officer to be more accurate. They were supposedly the most annoying and irritating to deal with.
Sorry. Out of bounds. It's too dangerous for you guys, came his sneering, piggish, slightly monotone voice.
Gohan made a tiny noise but the policeman didn't seem to hear it. However Sharpener did.
I'm Videl's—er—sidekick, Sharpener spat out.
The policeman made a lazy smile. Yeah. And I'm the President of the Unites States. Nice try kid. I know Videl works alone.
Gohan slipped his hands into his pants pockets and turned around, away from both men. Ever so quickly, Gohan cracked his neck by jerking his head side to side. This caught the men's attention.
I'm leaving.
Sharpener sighed, running his fingers in his golden hair once again. Fine. I'll see you later.
Without another word Gohan walked away with that same grace and poise. Soon he turned behind a desolate street corner. In an alley, he slipped into the darkness, using the shadows and speed to his advantage. In three and a half minutes he passed that same large policeman, plus Sharpener, and reached to where he sensed Videl. Perched on some high buildings he waited and waited until something came out of the building, dead or alive.
One minute passed. Nothing. Two minutes passed. Nothing. Five minutes passed. Nothing. Gohan growled, more loudly now, since there was no one who would question his behaviour. The scar-faced man was about to leave if he didn't hear a cry. It was similar to a warrior's cry. Soon, he realized it was a female since it was a high pitch. So it must have been Videl. Gohan crouched down on the roof and waited again.
Ten minutes passed and he still crouched there. Gohan knew something was going on, but what? Suspense was killing him and he didn't know why. Should he go and help the girl? Nah. That'd be too easy and it would defeat the purpose of sitting on top of a rooftop, observing what was happening around him. His patience was beginning to wear thin though. If no one was going to come out, Gohan was just going to blast the high school to bits. He didn't like to be played like a fool.
It took another five minutes before anything emerged from the building. Covered in dust, dirt and blood (which must have come from the criminals), was Videl, and many other wounded members of the police force. She noticed that they were dragging an unconscious Hercule out. Quickly they pulled him towards safety (which would be near an oak tree), and instantly turned around to face what were chasing them.
Courage. Gohan noted that she had a lot of courage inside of her.
Bravery. Yeah, if she didn't have any of that she'd be dead a long time ago.
You bitch! One of the criminals ran out with a knife jabbed in his arm. On his face there was a long thick wound, and it was bleeding profusely. Look wha you did to my f—cking face! he yelled as more criminals ran by his side with the same intense hate.
For some reason Videl didn't look intimidated. Gohan couldn't figure out if it was a trick, if she was bluffing, or if she really thought she could defeat them.
Shut up before I slam my foot in your mouth. Or better yet, shove my foot up your ass! she countered.
Attitude. Gohan almost laughed at that remark. Her attitude was quite amusing.
Abruptly, fire broke out immensely that it created a puff of smoke. Fortunately everyone was wearing a bulletproof vest or they would be in trouble. However, all got shot, except for Videl who was quick enough, and the closest person to hide around the tree. Gohan only focused on her.
Hey little girl! You know who you are talking to?! Don't make us hurt you—and you know what I'm talking about.
For a subject so sensitive, Videl didn't seem to care. She just plastered on a cruel smile. Oh I'm so scared! The 'left-overs' from the defeated gang wants to rape me! Oh someone help! They're making empty threats! Ahh! Videl cried out with heavy sarcasm. Puh-lease. Don't make me laugh. She waited until they gritted their teeth. You guys are full of shit, she paused and pointed at the one with a bloody face, Especially you.
Sarcasm. Gohan saw this attribute to be pleasing coming from this woman. It was like she was pretending to be untouchable. The way she talked and the way she walked, made it clear that she wasn't going to be intimidated so easily. Gohan grunted at that thought.
Someone began their assault and Videl only countered it. In frenzy she broke jaws, noses, and poked eyes until they bled, hitting her opponents in their most sensitive places. One by one they yelled, made a warrior cry, an attempt to assault, and then later, fall on their knees with a defeated look on their faces. (Yes, they did land some hits on her, but she was much tougher than that.)
Videl had a good workout. The seven last gangsters of Sonny's gang were at her mercy. They all painfully cried within ten minutes and as much as Videl enjoyed kicking their butts, there was only so much energy she could expel before collapsing. She knew she'd have to lower her pace in order to defeat her last opponent—the one who had a bloody face.
Or she could just use all her energy on this man.
Hmm she wanted to finish this quickly as possible. She was going with the second one.
Heavily breathing (Gohan saw how much her chest rose and fell), Videl allowed the man to circle his prey, imitating a vulture. When Videl's back was toward her opponent, logically he attacked. She knew this was coming, so she jumped swiftly and latched her legs around his neck. Squeezing his head tight between her thighs, both humans fell to the ground hard. Her opponent tried to get out of the hold by punching and gripping onto her thighs. Round and muscular (Gohan noticed this the most), her thighs were strong. They held closely together, not yielding to the opponents demand. Meanwhile, Videl rammed her fists repeatedly into the opponent's skull and soon, he fell unconscious due to the lack of blood circulating in his head.
Videl panted as she crawled away, wiping the blood off her face with the back of her hand. Immediately after, she wiped her face with her shirt sleeve because her fist was covered in the man's blood. It was messy but it was her priority. Hmmm what was that famous quote from Spiderman? With great power come great responsibilities? Videl snorted. What powers? It didn't take much brains to fight [1] and clearly the men that she faced today had nothing in their heads.
From that same spot, Gohan watched Videl in some awe. He hadn't expected her, a tiny little human, to defeat those men. Now this was interesting Gohan was almost speechless.
Gohan, the world's strongest man, meet Videl, the Earth's strongest woman, he thought to himself with little bitter. He didn't know what to make of this. At the moment, he was flabbergasted
Courage. Bravery. Attitude. Sarcasm. So many sides to her, it made Gohan's head work harder than it normally would. She possessed so many attributes that were sowhat was that word appealing? No. That word was too strong. Way too strong.
Let's start again.
Her many attributes: courage, bravery, attitude, sarcasm—it was almost as if she wasn't afraid or intimidated by anything. It was like she thought she was untouchable. Now there was a thought.
Let's try one more time.
Videl had courage, bravery, attitude and sarcasm. She held potential and strength, both inner and outer, mentally and physically. There were so many sides to her and Gohan only discovered a portion of it in one day.
Gohan grunted as he fixed his position on the building top. Lazily he let himself fall back, and didn't wince when his butt landed hard on the surface. When his back met with the cool rooftop he again didn't show any signs of pain. However, he did flinch when he came to a conclusion concerning Videl. She she was real.
Halloween.
It was a scary and frightful occasion for some. It was indeed an enjoyable time when it came to candy, especially for children.
Halloween was also a day for the devil.
Look around. Witches, skeletons, zombies, evil pumpkins called jack-o-lanterns, black cats: they all represented evil in some way. Videl knew this and yet here she was standing at her father's door, dressed as a damsel, handing out candy to three children, who were teenagers. One of them was a ditzy blonde.
Awww! I don't want candy bars with nuts! she wailed.
A vein under Videl's forehead comically bulged. In a pink dress (that Videl despised) and a blonde wig that covered her black, dark hair, the teens didn't seem to notice that she was Videl. They must have thought that she was just another of Hercule servants. Videl gritted her teeth and forced herself to act sweet and nice. 'Temper temper,' Videl reminded herself as she gave the whiney child another chocolate bar.
Happily the young woman, who was wearing a pink bunny, playboy suit, gave a toothy grin. Thank you, she responded and pushed a button. Then she turned around and wagged her butt, and a puffy tail that started to glow.
Videl sweat dropped but smiled. The tail trick was corny, but was kind of cool the way it illuminated. Yeah, you kids have a good Halloween too!
Content, the three teenagers walked away from Hercule's mansion.
Videl sighed and went inside. Closing the door behind her, she leaned against it and slumped down. Then she reached for candy from the bowl and at the same time, she read the clock. Eleven fifty-nine PM. Halloween was almost over and she watched the seconds count down. It was down to fifty seconds.
Why were those kids out so late? she wondered silently, breathing out heavily.
Forty more seconds.
She shrugged and began chewing on tiny pack of Sour Patch. It's a Friday night, she reminded herself.
Twenty seconds.
She finished the pack by then and looked around the room. It was dark and too quiet. Of course Videl was kind enough to give the servants the day off. No one would be here by the morning.
Ten seconds.
Videl lazily got up and turned on one of the lights with a flick of a switch.
Five seconds.
Videl turned around at the clock and counted down.
Four
Three
Two
One
BAM BAM BAM
Videl flinched back, hearing that sudden hard knocking noise at her door. It's twelve in the morning! Who the hell is still out? she screamed inside her head.
Taking a deep breath in, she took three strides to the door and swung it open. A harsh breeze passed and swept in Hercule's front foyer, causing Videl to shiver. When she looked up at the knocker she gasped.
There was the devil himself. Well in a mask. But damn. Didn't it look real?
Videl just stared at the figure who was mainly covered from the shadows. She crossed her arms over her chest. she said, breaking the thirty-second silence.
Empty handed, he just stood there like a statue. Videl noticed this and rolled her eyes. What do you want?
I need you to come with me, the figure finally said.
She narrowed her eyes down to slits, staring at the man. she asked. For once, she was scared. Maybe she couldn't see who this person was. Or maybe she didn't know what this person was capable of doing.
He didn't give her any answers.
The female stepped back and her eye twitched. Answer me, she warned in a low, stern voice.
Still nothing.
Videl made a funny noise between a laugh and a cough. That certainly caught the figure's attention and finally he emerged from the darkness, walking into Hercule's foyer, approaching the slightly shaking Videl. Then slowly the figure began to take off his mask.
Her eyes opened wide. she yelled. What the hell are you doing here? she asked with a loud voice.
I told you—I need you to come with me.
She stepped away from him. Why? It's past midnight. I'm tired. Can't this wait till tomorrow? Videl asked, exhausted.
Gohan shook his head and had that cold look in his eyes. This time it was so icy that it looked like he was going to kill someone, namely her. For the first time in her life (or what she could remember), her knees became weak as fear consumed her.
Gohan? What the—? she began, setting back into a slight fighting stance when Gohan approached her. Get away from me! Videl yelled back, becoming more aware of his large presence.
He didn't stop and instead did the opposite of what she said. He lunged at her, slowly, and expected her to fight back.
She did. Strong. Hard. But it was difficult to do so when wearing that damn damsel costume. Videl grunted, tearing most of the bottom half off.
Now she had a more fair advantage, and she continued to throw punches at him. Still he only dodged them as if it was just an annoying fly. Furious, she kicked at him. Still that didn't work. The female tried to break his nose. Instead, he somehow got behind her in a blink of an eye. She reached for a weapon, namely a vase, and swung it at him. Surprisingly he caught it. Videl didn't hesitate to throw other things at him (even though it contributed to a mounting mess). Soon, from her efforts, she became breathless. Then as if all her powers were drained in thirty minutes, the human female began to hallucinate.
It was furry, brown and surprisingly strong. It wrapped around her tiny waist, and squeezed at her sides if she tried to move. Videl's blue eyes widened and she was only able to whisper, She winced as she looked up at Gohan, who showed no compassion or mercy. That's a good Halloween prank Gohan. Bet you can't make it light up, Videl joked, laughing softly, mockingly.
Even though she wasn't able to defend herself, she still had attitude. This puzzled Gohan. Make his tail light up? What was she talking about?
Right. Videl thought she was hallucinating.
When Gohan realized so, he chopped lightly at her neck, causing her to pass out. Now she was like a lifeless doll at Gohan's disposal. He looked down at her and winced. Oh man, when she wakes he would have to put up with a lot of crap. But by then, she wouldn't be able to do anything to him. Not physically at least.
Awkwardly, he snaked his arm under her legs, holding her gently, aware that she was somewhat injured. He frowned as he allowed her head to rest on his right shoulder and without another sound he walked out of Hercule's house. In the crisp, dark night Gohan flew away.
October thirty-first. Halloween. Devil's day. Who would have known that the devil would pay a visit to Satan Videl? Okay, maybe he wasn't the devil himself, but it was close, right? We can all say that Gohan is not a sweet, nice, caring man. Ha. If you still believe that then sadly, you're in denial.
What we have here was a man that was uncaring, unforgiving, ruthless and wicked. Just what exactly happened to him after a certain Uncle whisked him away from his parents' lives? Just what exactly happened to Gohan during the years to make him so cold man? Exactly who—or what—made Gohan so wicked and sinful
and just so corrupted?
That, my friends, will remain a mystery
For now at least.
Story notes:
[1] I stole that line from Bardock.
Goku's Daughter's Note:
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