Okay. I understand that this format may be kinda hard to read but I just wanted to get something out there cause I haven't for a while now. I promise to upload a better formatted and proofread version once I get my other computer back, but as for now, this is all I got.

Uh, in this story Videl has a lot of prejudices, none of which I am part of. I'm just trying to add some humor.

I kinda wrote this while in a semi comatic state (I had a severe concussion ::squeeeee::) so it may be strange ::shruggs:: oh well. Enjoy!

Part One

A flaming sphere of golden yellow illuminates the world with its presence. As it rises, slowly spreading its glistening beams across the earth, it awakens me with its light. It is all I have known, it is constant. At times it may seem to disappear as it lowers itself behind the horizon, leaving a sky blanketed with opaque darkness in its place. Yet, I do not need the site of its piercing rays to know it still burns . It may not be visible during the darkest of nights, but it remains ablaze and will never let me rise alone.

Occasionally, the clouds may hide the warmth that is has to give to me. I know, though, that beyond those clouds is a light that never dims, a light that can warm my soul with the slightest touch.

Eventually, the clouds will part, and once again I will be able to look up to the sky, knowing that it still remains, blazing down upon me stronger then ever. Therefore, it has become the most reliable thing in my life, since there will never be a day that it will stop shining.

There may be times it may feel as if it has, though, and that it is no longer providing me with the warmth and the light that I have learned to appreciate. Moments like these, when my world is dark and cold, are the moments that I must remember the feeling of its rays upon my skin and the brilliant reflections it brings forth. With these memories I will be able to move forward and brighten my own days, until, as I can expect it will, it returns to rest above me, watching over me.

It has become something that I will cherish and hold dear to me forever. But all things must come to an end. How they end it doesn't really matter. Fast, slow, in misery or pure bliss, you just end. And were do you go from there...where do I go from here...

Videl was awaken from her dream-like state by a light tapping on her door. "Miss Satan," the maid whispered, " it's time to get up." The quiet voice barely reached her ears.

She slowly opened her eyes, but quickly raised a hand to cover her face from the blinding morning sun.

"Hell hole," Videl mumbled.

After allowing her eyes a chance to adjust to the light, she arose from the warmth of her navy blue comforter and slowly padded her way to the bathroom. Her small frame eventually appeared in the full length mirror showing her tired blue eyes and unruly raven black hair knotted down past her shoulders. Dark bags hung underneath her eyes making the lack of sleep she had last night rather evident, and her baggy pajamas are wrinkled beyond the point of salvation. But even though she looked like, for the time being, a zombie from the black lagoon, she was still a very beautiful woman. Her father always used to tell her how much she reminded him of her mother. He would say the resemblance was uncanny. But with her mother gone, everything changed. Videl couldn't stand the thought of her mother never coming back. It was like a hook tugging at her soul. Painfully jerking away at her lonely existance.

Her mother was an amazing and unique person. She taught Videl how to do many strange things that a girl at the age of twelve should not have known. One such thing was hotwiring a car. Videl could work any gun, defuse almost any bomb, and learn any new martial arts technique in moments.

Everyone admired Videl. She was rich, pretty, strong, smart, and the daughter of a celebrity. But Videl hated her life with a passion. Severe passion. No one truly admired Videl for who she was. Girls only befriended her due to her money, guys only talked to her so they could meet her father, and adults only noticed her for her fighting abilities. No one liked Videl for who she was and in a sense she felt no one liked her at all. Her Father took losing her mother a bit differently. He became a self-centered, egotistical windbag with an ego the size of his afro. After a while he pretty much forgot that he even had a daughter. He would travel the world inspecting his dojos, and leave Videl alone for months at a time. But after a while, it became a typical thing in her life.

[" If only others see him like I do." ]

Videl hoped one day that she might be lucky and her father would somehow slip, leaking out a big bad secret showing the world what a dipshit he really was.

Sighing and giving one last glance at the mirror, she slowly worked her way to the bathroom, stopping only momentarily to retrieve a change of clothes from her closet and to grab a towel or two so she could take her routine morning shower. Entering the bathroom, she removed her clothing and tossed them into the hamper. Turning on the shower, she promptly closed the glass door so that no heat escaped into the bone chilling world.

She let out a breathy sigh and lathered her hair with a palm full of her favorite raspberry scented shampoo. "Same thing everyday. Nothing ever changes in this place," Videl grumbled, dissatisfied with the world once again, "It's like an endless circle of events." In her mind, the sun would arise every morning signaling the beginning of a "new" day. But nothing was ever "new". You got up, went to school, congregated with those hormone driven monkeys, came home not inspired to do anything, possibly get some entertainment by doing martial arts training or by telling her father what a dippis he is -just to see what color he turns-, and go to sleep to continue the circle of never-ending fame, fortune, and loneliness that possessed her life.

As she tilted her head back to rinse her hair free of the suds, she gazed at the ceiling to allow her thoughts wander once again to more depressing and unsatisfactory things. In her mind, contrary to others, it was normal to be disconsolate. There was no "happy" so to say. No laughing or enjoying friendships. Heck, she couldn't even remember the last time she smiled. Well, at least voluntarily.

["....at least you won't get wrinkles," ]her mind implied, but then again, she didn't really give a damn about how she looked either.

The one tidbit of wisdom her mother had given her was, 'It doesn't really matter how you look, it's personality that counts.' Videl lived by that, always believing that one day, maybe she could get rid of the 'Daughter of Hurcule' status, and become 'Videl' in herself, totally away from her father's influence.

Once she was finished shampooing her hair, she casually stopped the warm water. Then she stepped out the shower, dried off, and wrapped her raven black hair into a fluffy white towel.

" Hmph...." she grunted as she threw on her baggy T-shirt and black spandex shorts. The baggy, white, cotton shirt did not compliment her body what-so-ever. It aimlessly hung beneath her hips and covered up any form of femininity a normal eight-teen year old girl would have loved to flaunt. The black shorts went to about her knees, only truly allowing part of her shins to be seen. The T-shirt covered her thighs and her green buckle-up fighting boots covered up most of her shins. Not the most glamorous outfit, but it worked for her.

Grabbing a brush, she worked it threw her damp hair and tossed it into a pony-tail leaving the shorter strands to dangle freely in her face accenting her blue eyes. While retreating from her room, she shoved her black fighting gloves into her backpack, slung it around her right shoulder, and started to make her way through the mansion thinking there has to be a magical short-cut to get to the kitchen in under five minutes. But alas, no shortcut has been found. The ventilation system might be worthy of an attempt, but who knows where she would end up the first time. Hopefully not above her fathers room. Only God can tell how many women he had dragged in there.

Disgusted at how her father 'coped', you could say, with losing her mother, she quickly changed the subject in her mind to pop-tarts and how ridiculous it was that so many different kinds existed. Then, she sluggishly climbed down the last flight of stairs before entering the kitchen.

"...raspberry, strawberry, blueberry," Videl counted with her fingers, "chocolate chip, cinnamon, smores: damn I love those smores," she stopped as she hear her father's voice. "Yeah! That's how I did it! Chop! Right there!" The conversation in the kitchen easily reached her ears as Videl opened the pantry door to retrieve a small breakfast (maybe a poptart). "And then I did a kick! HEYA!!" Hercule acted out his little shirade, obviously entertaining another woman. [" Oh I wonder wonder hoob a doo doo doot, how big are her wonder balls? That woman has to be a real ditz to listen to that-that THING all day...," ]Videl closed the pantry door only with a tasty cake in hand and quietly chuckled to herself at the sight in front of her, ["and I thought I looked bad in the morning."] "Oh my, Hercule!! You're so strong," the blond giggled with delight as Hercule continued his story. "And then Cell says, 'You're a puny, weak little Earthling,' then I say , ' OH YEAH!? Well you're weaker!' Then I punch and-"

"God!! Just shut up!! We all know that freaking story already." Videl shouted leaving her father frozen with limbs in every direction.

Videl heard that "How I Beat Cell" story too many times. If it wasn't for that stupid homosexual grasshopper thing with powers coming, her father might have never 'saved the world' and become such a big shot.

"Oh, Hercule! Who's that? Is she your daughter?" the blond questioned tilting her head to the right, her breasts jiggling on command.

Videl rolled her eyes putting her hands on her hips.

"God she's a dunce," Videl inquired from the ditz's comment.

"YE-," Videl started.

" NO!!!!" Hercule shouted, lunging to cover Videl's mouth. ".....uh no....she's a ...uh ...maid! Yeah that's is! Now go along you." Hercule shooed Videl out the atrium door. "Yuppie!! I am as unmarried and childless as they come!! heh heh..." He closed the door and went to continue his 'How I Saved the World From Cell' speech. "At that moment I knew it was all up to me, Baby..."

Videl sighed, "Well, at least I'm a maid ...Last time I was a lap dog." She shuttered at the thought of doing anything near to that 'occupation' while walking down the driveway and through the large, pointy gates to start off on her way to school. ,,

Entering the campus, Videl began to hear the other teens congregating around the school courtyard. "OOH, look, Sharpie! It's Videl!" the giddy girl shouted dragging her boyfriend along to Videl's side.

["Oh great. Another day with dumb and dumber," ]Videl sighed, but deliberated not to ignore them today. After all, they were her only two 'friends'. She ignored the fact that they were blond (meaning liable to having no common sense) and had the intelligence of a pea. They were the only people that, at least half-heartedly, accepted her for who she was and not for the fact that her father was the 'Great Hercule Satan, Savior of the World'.

Videl shook her head and quickly began walking into the school so that, if she's lucky, maybe she could avoid every one of those man whores who would ask her out and bang on her any chance they got. But that's only if she's lucky.

Videl soon discovered that Lady Luck wasn't at her side, and probably won't be for a while. She could just imagine an 'Out to Lunch' sign hanging in her mind.

["That's one god damn long lunch. I wonder how much she freaking eats. Hmph...must be one fat lady." ]