Author notes: These will be updated from time to time so check back.
Dragonball Z and the characters of Dragonball Z are not mine. I'm too lazy to look up the exact names so if you want to know them, do it yourself. This writing is mine and any similarities to actual people, places, or events is accidental. That goes for other fics, I read a lot and I'm pretty sure this is unlike anyone else's. If you think otherwise, notice the disclaimer.
Part 1: Hit me Baby, One More Time Pretty much pure sweetness, a lead in for the rest of the story.
Part 2: It Starts With a Kick, er Kiss A bit of sexual innuendo. But I'm not letting them get together THAT easily.
Part 3: The Mountain Strikes Back SEX, kinda. If it offends you read about halfway and go to the next part.
Part 4: Ninja Hospital Action! Action! Videl kicks ASS.
Part 5: In Sickness and in HFIL Mainly transition and foreshadowing. If you have suggestions to help this part send it please.
Part 6: A Nude Hope (w/Cloths) A choice that is no choice.
Part 7: When You Wish Upon a Ball. A gathering, and more hint of what is to come.
Forthcoming chapters: .Your Wet Dreams Come True
No New Tail to Tell
Devil/Videl in a Blue Dress
Don't Beer the Reaper
Majin Mash
Smells Like Teen 'Spirits'
The RANT
Miyah, I actually have you to thank for this story. I've had some of these scenes hanging around in my head for a month or two but never felt motivated to write it down. I don't try to be mean, I didn't consider my comments mean. You had a scenario I thought would be interesting and I wanted you to develop it into a good story. I almost never review something I don't think has potential, which means I rarely review things that are already good. As I told Cetra-chan (you don't mind if I call you that, do you?) 50 reviews saying just that it was great or terrible, is a waste of the every ones time (especially when they are misspelled). I WANT people to tell me if there are errors.
A lot of what I had in mind when I started this is what I didn't see in fics. Dialog predominates, probably because we think and type as if we were speaking. Relatively few fics include body language, and I think writers are missing a vast area for there characters to live in the readers minds. This flaw reaches its peak in stories written in script format, Kami-sama people, we have over five senses to interact with the world, use them. I'll try to have as much dialog as there is speech and as much description as there are details. (Grin) and yes Cetra-chan, Gohan's fear of Videl is such an . . . INTRESTING aspect to explore and manipulate.
People also seem to repeat the same details about Saiyans again and again. As a poor victim of Funimations dubs, I know I missed some parts that are cannon. But the idea is to create your own work. Some details of Saiyan biology are silly (not naming names, you can figure it out, I hope), some work fine. My Saiyans (and humans) will try to use as much biological logic and human instinct as possible. Cultural conditioning counter to biological instinct can have nasty effects, as Gohan shows.
If you think I put too much on biology, you spend over five years immersed in it and try not to be the same way.
FUN 'N FEEDBACK
Thanks to everyone who reviewed but please, at least say what part you liked or what you think needs work.
Me think fast. Me write slow. Review and check back, maybe motivation make write faster.
Still open to suggestions for future scenes people want to see.
Future works:
Survey Mission 7467A: Planet Plant/Vegeta and primary inhabitants
On the Mechano-physiology of the Borg
Choices, the Paths That Almost Were (Daria)
And now a teaser/spoiler.
Pain. Pain and agony. Videl looked at the brutish face through the slit of one eye swollen almost shut. The other eye was covered by one of the immense hands holding her head. The bald head gleamed in the sunlight, highlighting the bulging veins and the curving lines reminiscent on an M. His leering face split, running tongue over lips slowly. He mocked her, mocked her pitiful attempts to harm him, but pleased with the appetizer of her suffering. His main course was next, but how to dine on her suffering? Her helpless body swung, bruises already darkening. Slowly, ever so slowly, her wrists came together, palms apart and fingers slightly curled.
She smiled, hoarsely whispering "I've got something to tell you."
Spopovich's leer didn't waver, if anything it grew wider. She'd thrown everything at him and failed, just as her father would fail soon enough.
Videl closed her eyes, feeling the white hot pain, feeling it throb, pulsing like her heartbeat. She let loose the control, the mastery over the pain and felt the cool numbness spread at the speed of thought. Locking eye to eyes with her tormentor, Videl whispered "devil's . . ."
"RAAAAAAAGE!" With her scream, green light burst down. It gushed between her fingers, racing with an electric crackle to touch the left knee of the brute holding her. For one moment green light illuminated both fighters before sputtering out. In its wake, the pain laced Ki left nothing. Between the burned hole in the ring and the cauterized end of the thigh, only the smell of burned flesh remained, spreading upward to a face. A face whose leer had been wiped off in a flash of green light, leaving only shock.
Dragonball Z and the characters of Dragonball Z are not mine. I'm too lazy to look up the exact names so if you want to know them, do it yourself. This writing is mine and any similarities to actual people, places, or events is accidental. That goes for other fics, I read a lot and I'm pretty sure this is unlike anyone else's. If you think otherwise, notice the disclaimer.
Part 1: Hit me Baby, One More Time Pretty much pure sweetness, a lead in for the rest of the story.
Part 2: It Starts With a Kick, er Kiss A bit of sexual innuendo. But I'm not letting them get together THAT easily.
Part 3: The Mountain Strikes Back SEX, kinda. If it offends you read about halfway and go to the next part.
Part 4: Ninja Hospital Action! Action! Videl kicks ASS.
Part 5: In Sickness and in HFIL Mainly transition and foreshadowing. If you have suggestions to help this part send it please.
Part 6: A Nude Hope (w/Cloths) A choice that is no choice.
Part 7: When You Wish Upon a Ball. A gathering, and more hint of what is to come.
Forthcoming chapters: .Your Wet Dreams Come True
No New Tail to Tell
Devil/Videl in a Blue Dress
Don't Beer the Reaper
Majin Mash
Smells Like Teen 'Spirits'
The RANT
Miyah, I actually have you to thank for this story. I've had some of these scenes hanging around in my head for a month or two but never felt motivated to write it down. I don't try to be mean, I didn't consider my comments mean. You had a scenario I thought would be interesting and I wanted you to develop it into a good story. I almost never review something I don't think has potential, which means I rarely review things that are already good. As I told Cetra-chan (you don't mind if I call you that, do you?) 50 reviews saying just that it was great or terrible, is a waste of the every ones time (especially when they are misspelled). I WANT people to tell me if there are errors.
A lot of what I had in mind when I started this is what I didn't see in fics. Dialog predominates, probably because we think and type as if we were speaking. Relatively few fics include body language, and I think writers are missing a vast area for there characters to live in the readers minds. This flaw reaches its peak in stories written in script format, Kami-sama people, we have over five senses to interact with the world, use them. I'll try to have as much dialog as there is speech and as much description as there are details. (Grin) and yes Cetra-chan, Gohan's fear of Videl is such an . . . INTRESTING aspect to explore and manipulate.
People also seem to repeat the same details about Saiyans again and again. As a poor victim of Funimations dubs, I know I missed some parts that are cannon. But the idea is to create your own work. Some details of Saiyan biology are silly (not naming names, you can figure it out, I hope), some work fine. My Saiyans (and humans) will try to use as much biological logic and human instinct as possible. Cultural conditioning counter to biological instinct can have nasty effects, as Gohan shows.
If you think I put too much on biology, you spend over five years immersed in it and try not to be the same way.
FUN 'N FEEDBACK
Thanks to everyone who reviewed but please, at least say what part you liked or what you think needs work.
Me think fast. Me write slow. Review and check back, maybe motivation make write faster.
Still open to suggestions for future scenes people want to see.
Future works:
Survey Mission 7467A: Planet Plant/Vegeta and primary inhabitants
On the Mechano-physiology of the Borg
Choices, the Paths That Almost Were (Daria)
And now a teaser/spoiler.
Pain. Pain and agony. Videl looked at the brutish face through the slit of one eye swollen almost shut. The other eye was covered by one of the immense hands holding her head. The bald head gleamed in the sunlight, highlighting the bulging veins and the curving lines reminiscent on an M. His leering face split, running tongue over lips slowly. He mocked her, mocked her pitiful attempts to harm him, but pleased with the appetizer of her suffering. His main course was next, but how to dine on her suffering? Her helpless body swung, bruises already darkening. Slowly, ever so slowly, her wrists came together, palms apart and fingers slightly curled.
She smiled, hoarsely whispering "I've got something to tell you."
Spopovich's leer didn't waver, if anything it grew wider. She'd thrown everything at him and failed, just as her father would fail soon enough.
Videl closed her eyes, feeling the white hot pain, feeling it throb, pulsing like her heartbeat. She let loose the control, the mastery over the pain and felt the cool numbness spread at the speed of thought. Locking eye to eyes with her tormentor, Videl whispered "devil's . . ."
"RAAAAAAAGE!" With her scream, green light burst down. It gushed between her fingers, racing with an electric crackle to touch the left knee of the brute holding her. For one moment green light illuminated both fighters before sputtering out. In its wake, the pain laced Ki left nothing. Between the burned hole in the ring and the cauterized end of the thigh, only the smell of burned flesh remained, spreading upward to a face. A face whose leer had been wiped off in a flash of green light, leaving only shock.