You Can't Fix What Isn't Broken

Videl Satan. Her icy, azure orbs. Full of so much fire but so empty at the same time. There was literally no other way to describe the girl than... Fire and ice. Nothing about her was stable. Not a single thing. From her extensive, ebony hair to her coal, never-ending trench coat that she would refuse to take off. Rumor was that she'd even sleep in it. Nobody would dare even look at her. It was to risky. When a single glance held the power of life and death, you would always shut your eyes.

She didn't have friends. There was never a need for them anyway. Friends would judge you. And leave you and hurt you. How useless. It was like throwing yourself into a lion's pit and expecting to walk out unharmed. She didn't want the pain. Or need it. On the other hand, the demon child wouldn't be fazed by a pathetic feline. You get the idea. She was extraordinary.

It was 8 o'clock am. While most people were eating their homemade breakfast made by their beloved mothers at the kitchen table with warmth and love in their eyes, Videl sat in her room, eating her daily batch of blueberries. It was all she would ever eat in the morning. Her father had thought she had gone insane and for once he was actually right. She was. She knew it. Everyone knew it. And there she sat, on her King-sized bed, eating blueberries.

Meanwhile, Son Gohan was at the kitchen table with the widest grin on his face, devouring the delecacies made by his dear mother. Eggs, bacon, sausages, pancakes, ChiChi made it all. His little brother mimicked him and soon the table was clear of food.

"Wow mom! That was delicious, I'm absolutely stuffed!" Gohan exclaimed before chugging down a glass of orange juice.

"Thank you, Gohan." ChiChi chuckled. "Now hurry up, you don't want to be late for your first day of school."

"Right."

Gohan grabbed his black bag pack which resided next to his foot at the table and scurried out of the house.

"Bye Gohan. Have fun at school!" Voiced Goten to his brother.

"Bye!" Goten could hear from behind the door.

Gohan jumped in his grey, 5 seater Ford and drove away to what would be the first day of the rest of his life. His dad may been a bastard for abandoning him all those years ago but he had a good taste birthday presents. The 18 year old noted how beautiful the city was. The iconic buildings that towered over the people, the multicoloured cars that raced against the road, the welcoming sound of chatter and laughter. It was something that Gohan had loved since he had lived in the mountains his entire life. It was now a pleasure he had the honour of having now every single day.

Simultaneously, Videl sat at her bed. She stared at the empty white bowl on lap. Silent was the mansion she inhabited with her father, where she had spent her entire lonely childhood - or whatever you'd call the first 13 years of her life. She remained in silence for many minutes until one of the maids had the audacity to speak to her. As her room door cracked open she raised an eyebrow, wondering who was going to be the new victim of her wrath today.

"Miss Videl." The young servant asked timidly. "It's already 7:20. You should be leaving."

"You entered my domain without any advance notice." She uttered.

"Yes, please forgive me." Those words grabbed Videl's attention. She looked up to see the maid eye to eye.

"I don't believe in forgiveness. I can't forgive, it's not in my will house. You know that." Videl informed. Videl's right hand slowly extended. As it did so it began to raise. The charwoman began to tremble as the sight of her hand, she had seen it all before. The evil grin that would creep into Videl's face, the eerie gentleness of her voice. The pain. The heat. The split-second suffering. That one word command that would ruin a life forever.

"Burn."

The young, maiden screeched in complete agony as she became engulfed in a black and silver flame. Destruction. That was all her right arm was ever good for. It was the most terrifying combustion that would ever transpire, and it almost couldn't ever be stopped. Videl lowered her hand and instantly the flame disappeared.

"Great. Ashes on my carpet. Again." The murderous teenager complained.

From his bedroom, Hercule could hear everything. The screams of pain and fear, the cackling of the inferno. He stood in fear, his hand on the door knob as he was about to exit his room.

"Videl. Please. This is enough, you've got to stop now. This is the 3rd worker this week." Hercule whispered. He wanted to storm into her room and discipline her like the father he desired to be, however his legs wouldn't move and his throat became dry. She had killed thousands of people before, what would stop her killing her own worthless, cowardly father?

"It would be wise for me to leave at this point." Videl sighed. He heard her room door slam shut and the sound of her footsteps in the corridor.

"Bye, honey. Enjoy your first day back!" He managed to pronounce.

"I won't." She jeered back to her father.

Videl left the palace she called her home and made her way to school. She felt some kind of relief in her stroll to Orange Star High School. Something she had never felt before. Maybe it was the fact that it was her last year in school and she'd be free to live her life within just 9 months. Gohan, in his car, noticed the 17 year old girl wearing a huge trench coat in the sunshine. The sight of her made him chuckle slightly. Knowing that there was more important things to worry about than Videl's bizarre are fashion choices, he turned his eyes back to the road.

Thank you for reading the first chapter of You Can't Fix What Isn't Broken. If you were wondering, yes, Gohan is a human. He can't fly or shoot ki blasts or any of that good stuff in this. Videl is the one with the powers. This was just an introduction to the story, to see if I could actually write it or not. I'll wait a while to see if I should continue this story or leave it because I'm not really sure at this point. Okay, bye. EmberTheUnknown OUT xD