Chapter One - The Dilemia.
The nerves were building up in her system, her heart racing. What was she to do? Videl Satan, a girl of twelve, was pacing back and forth in her room. On her bed laid a note, specifically a ransom note, with an awful request.
"Your father lives on lies,
it's time to break those ties,
do your duty to reveal,
or he will no longer know what's real,
for I have the ability,
given to me through nobility,
to make the brightest of men,
completely mad, over and over again."
She had no idea what she could do. Videl was the only one her father told the truth of his fame to. He hadn't defeated Cell, not even close. It was the fighters who had appeared there, specifically the young boy. After the fight, the boy himself had approached her father, demanding to establish a deal with him. He would take the credit and the fame, as long as his family and friends were left alone.
Her father could come off as pompous and ridiculous in his public appearances, but he certainly wasn't unmoralistic or callous. He told the boy that what he had done was worth all of the gold in the world, that he couldn't do such a thing. But, the boy persisted, and as someone who was greatful to have been saved, Hercule took the fame.
This was a year ago and since then, their lives had changed dramatically. Videl went from someone who was ordinary to someone everyone knew, her and her father were in parades, on television, and even generally on newspaper covers. They had amassed in great wealth, gaining all sorts of possessions.
This morning however, she awoke, only to find that her father had gone. She went into his private bedroom, where the servants weren't allowed, and managed to find that note. Heartstricken, she dismissed the servants for the day, making a false claim that her father had wanted to the day just for the two of them. She called his publicist, making the same claim, who would arrange with Hercule's appointments and appearances for the day.
That was how she was now left in her bedroom, pacing the room, feeling entirely dumbstricken. There had to be a way out of this, a way not involving telling her father's secret to the world.
She sighed, and left her room, her heart still constricting in her chest,various thoughts running through her head. Every solution that she could think of, was immeadately shot down by logic. She couldn't call the police, or any of her father's associates, since they would want to know what the secret was.
Going down the stairs, she stopped at the last step. The only thing she could hear was her heart, louder and louder with every beat. Across from the stairwell, was a picture of her father at the games. She stared at it, specifically at the people behind him.
"Those guys! They're the ones that could help!", she said outloud, immeadately picking up her pace, running to her father's study. She had some research to do.