Murder She Wrote
Written by Lonna
Her hands shook as she roughly pulled her guns off the wall. Red eyes scanned the walls as she made sure she'd grabbed everything. Her breathing was labored and she quickly ran out the door, but she did so quietly, as her husband was still asleep. She took to the air after she was twenty feet away from her home. The wind whipped around her so sharply that her hair was slicing her cheek in thin lines. Her shaking was greater now; she couldn't help it. Gohan had asked her if she was on drugs before. He knew that she had become unstable since Pan's death and wouldn't doubt her taking drugs to numb the pain. She smiled; Gohan was such a loving husband and stuck with her, even though she was a manic depressant. For the first several months, he'd made sure she was always watched as she had tried to kill herself several times. After the first year, she was okay in a sense. She had calmed incredibly fast from the way she used to be. One day she was suicidal, and the next day she wasn't. Sure, the dark rings were still under her eyes and she was incredibly pale, but she hadn't stared off into space and through their bond, Gohan felt a small whisper of peace. But she shook; she shook horribly and with such vigor. And Gohan often times wondered, he wondered what she did at night that calmed her down so much. What did she do at three o'clock in the morning that had her considerably calmer when she arrived home. What does she do at night that makes her cry as she takes her shower, what does she do at night that has her sobbing on the bathroom floor?
She jerked out of her reverie as she neared her destination. The pounding of her heart grew to deafening levels. She landed by a huge oak tree near a small cottage. Beside it, she laid down her weapons and a small pouch she'd also brought along. She pulled off her clothes and from the bag, took a long, black robe with a hood meant to cover her face almost completely. Facing her weapons, she was silently debating on what to choose. After several minutes, her delicate hands plucked a long machete from the bottom of the pile. She glanced towards the house and breathed in deep before advancing towards it.
Gohan sat in a pile of leaves behind a bush, his ki masked so she would not sense him. He was scared of what she was doing, scared of what she was holding, scared of what she was thinking. He tried to block out the thoughts of what reality was telling him she was doing. He followed her and watched carefully as she opened a window and climbed in. He crawled to the windowsill and watched without being seen.
Maybe he thought she would never do such a thing. Maybe he couldn't believe that she was capable. Maybe he wanted the dark cloaked woman to not really be his wife. Either way, he did nothing but stare in horror as Videl stood over a sleeping girl and cut the child's head off in one clean swipe.
A/N: This is a romance, and no it's not finished. I like it. ^_^