Welcome to Chapter 1! :) I hope you all enjoy this story! It's relatively short (9 chapters and an epilogue) and updates will be once a week on Wednesdays.

Some Background Info: This story is set to take place relatively soon after the Buu saga (Gohan and Videl are still teenagers). Also, it's in Gohan's POV. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Waking Up

It was dark. And loud. But it wasn't chaotic noise; it was organized. One person's voice was louder than the rest and it controlled a large group of people. His voice was somewhat muffled, but if I listened hard, I probably could have figured out what he was saying. The man's loud voice wasn't my primary focus though.

I had no idea where I was or what I was doing or...anything really.

I don't even know who I am.

I looked around the tight, dark space I was contained in and tried to figure out what I should do. I turned around and felt something behind me. It was a soft material that seemed to resemble a curtain. I could probably move it to get out of this area, but why would I do that? Wasn't there a reason I was where I was?

I think I may be hiding. I didn't know why, but that must be why I chose a small, dark area to stay in. If only I knew more about what was going on...

Two voices from behind the curtain interrupted my thoughts. They were loud and frustrated. I had the urge to find the edge of the soft curtain, pull it back, and leave the area, but I had a feeling that if I did that, the two voices would get very angry with me.

"It's not my fault!" one of the voices said. It belonged to a man. "All of our signals just randomly cut out too! We have the footage up until that point, so we can try and pinpoint the problem and ask everyone on the show to just do it over or something..."

"We can't just do it over!" an angry woman spat. "The girl is not an actress! These decisions are her real decisions and asking her to do it again, well, that'd almost be cheating!"

The man let out some sort of huff. "Whatever. It's not like anyone watching at home would know any different. They probably think it's all staged anyway."

A noise that sounded an awful lot like a woman's heel stomping the ground was made. "I don't care if they think it's staged or not! It isn't, and that is something that this game show takes pride in!"

A game show... So I must be behind the scenes of a game show! The area I was standing in must be backstage, which explained the curtain and why it was dark. I decided to listen more to the arguing man and woman discuss their technical difficulties.

"Miss, would you prefer it if I went out and stopped them in the middle of the show?" the man proposed.

She sighed. "No. Something tells me that interrupting the show would just make her father pretty upset. I think he's actually in the audience right now. Let's...just call him later and say that we lost the footage, which isn't entirely a lie. I'd rather not break that news to him in person." She made an audible gulp. "I might not make it out alive. I've heard he's pretty scary when he's mad..."

"So you would like us to continue and pretend that nothing is wrong, but call Mr. Satan later and let him know that we lost the footage of his daughter on our game show?" the man asked in clarification.

"Correct," the woman confirmed. Their voices hushed more as they walked away from the area behind the curtain where I was eavesdropping on them.

Mr. Satan... That name definitely rang a bell. It couldn't belong to me because they said the man was in the audience, and clearly I wasn't. He also had a daughter who was starring on this game show today. Do I know her too? I felt another, even stronger buzz of familiarity. I think I did know her, but I wasn't sure why.

Now that I had a little bit more of an idea of what was going on around me, I tried to listen more to the man's somewhat muffled voice that I heard in the beginning. Knowing that I possibly had a connection with the star of today's show gave me more of a reason to try to pick apart his muffled words.

"You've done well so far, Miss Satan!" It became clear to me that the owner of this voice must be the game show's host. "I am pleased to say that it is time to open up our first door!"

Oh no! I thought. They're already opening up doors. Isn't that what comes near the end of most game shows? I was starting to regret my choice of listening to the two people argue instead of listening to the show that was going on. Sighing, I reassured myself that I still got valuable information from listening to the arguers.

"Hmm..." Miss Satan verbally contemplated her choice. "I think I want to go with door one."

Her melodic voice sent chills down my spine. I definitely had a strong connection to her, but I wasn't sure how. I mentally made it a goal to talk to this girl after the show was over. She might have some answers about who I was or what I was doing here or anything else.

"What is behind...door number one?!" the host exclaimed enthusiastically.

The sound of a door creaking reverberated to the area I was standing at. It sounded more like a sound effect than a real door noise, so I guessed that the people in control of the sounds and opening the doors weren't having technical difficulties. Plus the microphones are working, I thought stupidly.

"What do you know?!" the host cheered. "A free vacation to one of three tropical islands of your choice! That seems like a wonderful prize!"

Mr. Satan's daughter made a sound of disappointment. "That's not what I was hoping for though. I want a car, and you told me that behind one of these doors, there is definitely a car!"

The host-man laughed. "I did mention that, didn't I? How about you answer me something, and we might be able to make a deal. Why do you, the great Videl Satan, need a car from a game show?"

Videl... Her name whispered in the back of my mind and my temples began to ache a little. Mr. Satan's daughter. What is my connection to her? I needed to find out. She had to have the answer to everything that was happening. But first, I needed to stay in hiding until the show was over. I also needed to relax and not let this strange headache get the best of me.

"My father refuses to buy me a car of my own even though we can easily afford it," she answered the host's question. "Receiving a car from a game show might just be my only chance of getting one."

"Aww..." the host sympathized with her. "I can't help but feel bad for you, especially with such a pretty, yet sad, face. Tell you what, for today only, we will make a deal for the daughter of the great Martial Arts Champion, Mr. Satan!"

Martial Arts Champion... He must be really strong. Did I know of him because he was famous? Have I ever even met him? And does that mean that I don't even really know his daughter? But something in my mind was urging me that I did know her. My temples started hurting a little more as I kept thinking about it too.

"Here is what we can do!" the host continued. "We will allow you to open one more door, and you get to keep the prize behind it, increasing your chances of getting a car!"

"Really?!" she exclaimed, piping up. "Umm... I don't know which to choose..."

The audience began to get excited and rowdy. They started screaming at her to choose door two or three. The host even tried to calm them down a little bit, but it was no use for this loud bunch of people.

Videl finally spoke up again. "Okay. I made my decision." The audience silenced. "My gut keeps telling me door two...but something else is telling me door three."

"It was me!" some random guy, probably in the audience, shouted. His obnoxious exclaimation caused everyone in the studio to laugh.

"So is door three your final decision?" the host asked with eagerness. She must have nodded because she said nothing else to correct him. "Okay! Before we open it, I would like to once again explain that there is nothing wrong with any of these prizes, but Videl simply would prefer a car above all else!"

There was a momentary pause, and I began to wonder if something else went wrong. I figured it must have been for dramatic effect because the host soon spoke up again. "Open up...door three!"

Out of nowhere, the wall in front of me swung open like a doo- Oh no!

The bright studio lights shone in my eyes, which were accustomed to the dark. Because of the lighting, my face squinted and scrunched probably in a way that almost perfectly resembled the look of absolute disgust on the face of the young woman who was standing in front of me.

"That's not a car!" the fiery young lady exclaimed. She must be Videl!

The host, a man with shiny black hair and wrinkles that were attempted at being covered up with makeup, chuckled at her comment. "You're right! That is definitely not a car! Instead, you have won the perfect boyfriend! Guaranteed for at least one date!"

The studio cheered and Videl stared at me with pure horror and rage. Then it finally hit me. I am the perfect boyfriend that she won. But at least that meant I was definitely going to get the chance to talk to her later.

"Thank you for being our special guest star today!" the host concluded. "Viewers at home, join us next week for more exciting action!"

"And that's a wrap!" a short, tubby lady said, stepping out from somewhere near me. I recognized her voice to match the one of the angry woman from earlier.

The crews began to clean up and the audience began to stand and talk loudly to each other. The large lady walked over to Videl and gestured for me to follow. "You did a great job today, Videl. I'm sorry that you didn't get your car, but this young man will be the perfect boyfriend, I'm sure."

The woman got a better look at me. "Are you alright, boy? You look like a deer in the headlights!" She squinted her eyes as she examined me some more. "Are you really the man we put behind door three? I don't remember him being so...awkward."

I gave an awkward laugh, thus proving her point more, but tried to act as natural as possible. "Oh, um, I was just taken by surprise when they opened another door! I didn't expect to get picked today!"

Miss Boss-Lady kept her eyes narrowed. "You are really the man we chose to be the perfect boyfriend?"

Even though I had no recollection of who I was or how I got here, something told me that I probably wasn't supposed to be behind door three. "Yes ma'am! I am the perfect boyfriend! One hundred percent!" I wasn't even sure why I was lying, other than I needed to in order to talk to Videl.

The lady rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Anyway, this wasn't recorded for live TV, so it will be a little while before it airs. It shouldn't take too long, but we'll give you a call when it'll be broadcasted on television."

I recalled her having a fit earlier and saying she would simply call Mr. Satan later and tell him about the "bad news." She must have held this conversation to prepare for that time in the near future. She strolled away and continued to boss around some of the crews as if nothing were wrong.

"So...Videl," I awkwardly stated. How exactly should I say everything that I had on my mind?

"I'm not in the mood, boyfriend," she said sourly.

She began to walk away, but I caught her arm. "Wait! You don't understand...or maybe I don't understand. I'm not really sure what-"

Videl escaped my grasp. "You're right. You don't understand. This show was my one chance at getting a car, and thanks to you, I can't get one!"

The longer I stood next to her, the more talking to her seemed like a bad idea. "No. You have to listen to me! I have absolutely no idea what's going on. I have no memories of anything whatsoever. I just woke up in that dark space and found out that I was on some game show!"

She shrugged. "You know what that sounds like? Not my problem. And I don't understand why you're telling me any of this. Go complain to your manager or something!"

I rubbed the back of my neck and laughed lightly. "That would be nice and all, but I'm pretty sure I'm not exactly supposed to be here or be your perfect boyfriend!" I cleared my throat and became serious once again. "The only thing that I know for a fact is that I somehow have some sort of connection to you."

"You have a connection to me?" she questioned. "And you're not even supposed to be here?"

"I don't know how to explain it, but whenever I heard your name, something burned in the back of my mind, and I realized that somehow I know you. I was hoping that I could talk to you and you might have some answers for me."

"Answers? That depends on what the questions are..."

"Who am I?"

I watched as she visibly nearly fell over. "YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE?!"

I frantically looked around the room, grateful for all the loud background noise. "Shhh! Not so loud! I don't want to draw attention to it! Anyway, do you know who I am?"

She stared at me blankly in the face. "I have no idea who you are. In fact, although I will admit that your face looks familiar, I don't think we have ever even met before... Maybe you just have one of those faces. Sorry!"

My heart rate rocketed, and I could feel it beating through my whole body. That couldn't be right. I was so certain that she could answer all of my questions. And deep down I still knew that no matter what she said, I did somehow have a connection to her.

"Look," she said in a softer tone. "I'm sorry that I couldn't help you out, but I'm sure there's someone else out there who can. We've both had a disappointing day, and I think it would be best if we both just went home and took it easy for a little while."

I was shocked. "But-"

"And I guess we don't need to worry about that 'guaranteed date', right?" She offered a small smile. "You seem pretty stressed, and I get that you don't want to be the 'perfect boyfriend.'"

She tried to walk away again, but I grabbed her arm and stopped her once more, feeling very desperate. "Please. You can't leave me. I don't know who I am or where to go or what to do! I have nothing, so you have to help me just this once! Although you may not exactly feel it the same way I do, you are my only connection to my past."

I watched something falter on her face, but she shook her head. "I'm sorry, Mystery Man, but I told you all that I know, which is nothing! What more do you expect me to do?"

I stared down at my shoes, which were apparently black. "I- I don't know. I was just hoping that somehow you would be the answer to everything I don't know."

When I glanced back up at her, she was scrunching her face up and shaking her head some more. "Fine. You win."

"I win?" I questioned warily. "What do I win?"

Videl pointed a finger at me and placed her other hand on her hip. "You win my pity. I think that I...I somewhat believe you and all this crazy talk about you losing your memory or whatever." She let out a sigh. "You can ride with me in the limousine until I drop you off at a hospital where we can get someone to check you out and help you for real."

"Really?" I asked with uncertainty. "Even if you couldn't answer my questions, you are still a huge help! Thank you! Thank you so much!"

She began to harden herself again. "Yeah, sure. No need to make a big deal out of it, okay? I'm still upset about not getting that car I wanted, so you're lucky I'm even doing this."

Videl gestured for me to follow her, and we walked out of the building together and went to her limousine. A man opened the door for her to get in, and widened his eyes when I followed her into the vehicle. "Are you taking him...home with you?"

"That'd be funny," she said sarcastically. "No. We're taking him to the nearest hospital."

"But Miss-"

"Just do what I say, okay? Or...I can let my daddy know that you aren't doing your job." She had such authority, I couldn't help but be a little bit in awe.

She kept a seat in between us and directed her attention to either the window or the back of the seat. I couldn't help but stare at her though, and as I did so, I would notice that she would occasionally steal a few quick glances at me too.

I wasn't sure what to say, but I felt that I should say something to break the awkward silence. "So...you have your own limo, even separate from your father's, but you still want your own car?"

"Shut up," she spat without looking at me. I stared at her blankly. "And would you quit staring at me?! It's making me uncomfortable..."

"I'm sorry," I muttered, but didn't shift my gaze.

She looked over at me with regret in her eyes. "It's weird enough that I have to give you, some random stranger, a ride in my limo to the hospital."

I flashed her a big, awkward grin. "Yeah, but it's less weird than going on a date with some random stranger, right?"

I could tell that she was still trying to appear annoyed by having to take me with her, but she actually did crack a smile. "I hope you know that this was not how I was planning on having my day go."

"How were you planning on having it go?" I asked out of curiosity.

Videl's eyes lit up as she spoke. "I would be driving my new wheels around, cruising through the city, not a single care on my mind." Her expression dimmed. "But instead I got stuck with you."

"I did kind of screw things up a little bit, didn't I?" I tried to keep it pretty light hearted after all of my craziness that I shared with her. "But now we get to go on an adventure, right?"

"We're just going to the hospital," she said, ignoring the humor behind my words. "There will be no adventure."

...

(Somewhere else, in a dark room)

"Sir, he escaped."

"Escaped?! How long ago?"

"Um, about half of our systems went down maybe around...fifteen minutes ago."

"How could he escape? We have the best defense system around here and the room was being well guarded!"

"It appears that he attacked both the guards and our defense systems."

"What makes you say that?"

"Well...all of the nearby guards are knocked out and our defenses are blown to bits."

"Fine. We'll let him have his fun for now, but we'll get him soon. Just you watch."

So there you have it folks! Chapter 1! Thanks for reading! Feel free to review or follow or favorite (or all of the above)! It'd be very appreciated! ;)

-TOW