Hello. I know what you all are thinking. Not really but I know what I think your thinking.

Q.) Why the hell is she starting another story when she doesn't even have her others finished?

A.) Uhmmmm... 'Cause I can? No that's not it. I just got an idea and just had to get it down before I forgot _ Sooo... I'll probably finish Everyone has Secrets, I Will Not Break, and Letters to Lois before I really focus on this one... Maybe . …. .

Q.)Why the hell is she making a Videl Saiyan story? There are plenty!

A.)Because I can bitch! Just kidding! Just kidding! You're not a bitch. I'm sorry. I was inspired by a fanfic friend of mine and I hope he won't hate me for taking a shot at one. *cough*Irish*cough* ^_^

So I hope you enjoy this lame little chapter in the beginning. Thanks!

Videl let a groan escape her lips as her alarm sounded, annoyingly announcing that it was time to get up. Its constant blaring had not been helping her pounding headache as she dully thought that it had never been that loud before. She turned over, ignoring the discomfort her body was in to shut the damn thing up. She groaned louder this time rolling back over at the protests her body was giving her. She reached around and gently rubbed her aching back. With a few grumbles, Videl finally forced herself to pushed herself up. Hit by a sudden wave of dizziness, she used her arms as support so she wouldn't fall back into it because if she fell back into bed there was no way in hell she was going to get back out.

After getting to her feet, she moved over to the closet and after removing her pajamas, Videl pulled on her everyday attire. She made her way into the bathroom and performed, albeit more sluggish, her daily routine. That is until she got to her hair. Not feeling up to washing it this morning, she pulled it out of the ratty pigtails. Even then she didn't feel like doing much to it, so she simply pulled it into a messy bun. She looked into the mirror and frowned. While she was use to being on the paler side, she thought numbly that she could win an award for such a light shade.

'I could put a vampire to shame.' (A/N: Not sparkly)

Even with the bit of make-up, her face simply looked washed out. Her eyes seemed sunken as dark circles ringed her now dull blues. Her cheeks, once tinted with a light shade of pink, were suddenly a blotchy red that stuck out against her pale complexion. Even her lips, once a healthy pink, were cracked and dry as color drained from them. In short, she felt she looked like shit. With a sigh she turned before wincing as she had momentarily forgotten about the ache that caused her body distress. Videl wondered for a moment about what had caused the pain she was in but soon brushed it off, thinking either she slept wrong or it was her relentless training catching up to her.

Having gone back to massaging her lower back softly, she shuffled out of the bathroom. Picking up her discarded book bag, she slung it over her shoulder with a wince. The sluggish pace in which she moved annoyed her but she couldn't get herself to move any faster.

"Morning sweet pea!" Hercule said, greeting his daughter loudly as he did every morning.

Videl winced at his boisterous voice which seemed ten times louder then it usually did. Her head throbbed and as she placed a hand to her head in an attempt to stop the room from spinning, she prayed the kami asking, hoping, the pain would go away.

"Morning dad." Videl groaned, turning toward the bulky, grinning man.

"What's wrong sweet pea?" he asked and while he asked in a softer tone, his volume still made Videl's head give a faint throb.

"I'm fine daddy." Videl said softly, offering a small forced smile, "Just tired."

As if to emphasize her point, the raven haired girl let out a yawn. It wasn't really a lie.

"W-Why don't you stay home sweet pea?"

Videl caught the nervousness in his voice as he faltered in his question. Curiosity quirked, she rose a mental eyebrow, while giving her father a suspicious look. It was a rare occurrence for her father to allow, let alone suggest, her to remain home from school.

"I'm fine dad." she said again rolling her eyes which she soon regretted. "I'll see you after school."

As she turned away from him, she slumped a little bit. Why did she have to be so stubborn? Videl wanted nothing more then to stay at home and fall back into bed. She could have sworn she even heard it calling her. After a quick goodbye, Videl made her way through the house and soon found herself in the front yard. The press were outside the gates and as soon as she set foot outside, the bright lights of their cameras began to flash. Videl grumbled and after decapsulating (A/N: Right term?) her jet, she began her trek to school.

As she flew over the city, she looked out habit to see if she spotted any trouble. Not seeing any, she hoped that the criminals of the city would take a small vacation so she wouldn't get called in today. But if she did, she knew Gohan would be able to take care of it.

Back at the Satan mansion, Hercule Satan was pacing in his office. Worry was etched onto his grizzly face as his brows knit together. The bulky man suddenly stopped and presses a button on the intercom system.

"Yes Mr. Satan sir?" came the high pitched, nasally voice of his assistant.

"Call Dr. Mann and asked him to come here as soon as he is available." he said gruffly before returning to his pacing.

"Right away sir."

The connection was cut and Hercule let out a sigh as he massaged his temples. He could not let this secret come out.

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