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A/N: If you read my story Endings and Beginnings and you're wondering where the heck it went, check my profile. If not, then gladly keep reading this note.

Back in the distant land that was 2013-2014, there was a story on here called Spiral by ThalassicSkies. It had a really unique plot and storyline. I really loved it and still love it, but it got to 14 chapters and was never finished. A few years later, the author declared it and her other stories discontinued. So, I'm gonna rewrite/continue it and (hopefully) not screw it up.

I'm not gonna change the plot points, 'cause that's kinda pointless. (I swear that wasn't on purpose)

Don't read past the first chapter of Spiral yet, you'll spoil it for yourself!

Also, for some reason I feel like I should say to not take this too seriously. Not to dodge criticism or anything lame like that, just that this is meant to be fun. For me, at least. The story is a good mixture of humor and seriousness.

So, to clarify:

I do not own this story idea, plot, or title. ThalassicSkies does. I also do not own the OCs that will appear later, ThalassicSkies does. I do own all of the bodies of writing for this, and the prologue is entirely mine. That is all.

Spiral

*Prologue*

Videl Satan was fed up with just about every person on the planet. Just because she was a celebrity, everyone expected her to be perfect. She was just a human, after all. It wasn't like she was a robot planned to do everything with perfection.

And what made her bad mood even worse than it already was was that she had to sit through another day of what is every teenager's worst enemy.

High school.

The place full of snobbish girls, zits, and teenage bodily odor.

Sure, it was helpful for people who wanted to become authors, mathematicians, scientists, historians, artists, or classical musicians. But it wasn't helpful for people who wanted jobs that won't make you want to bang your head on the nearest wall on the first day.

Besides, she already knew what she wanted to be.

When asked by adults what she wanted to be when she became older, she always gave a "realistic" answer: a policewoman. What she really wanted to be was a professional martial artist.

She did have reasons on why becoming a policewoman was a realistic goal for her, though.

Videl would assist the police, which was almost every day. But, to her, it was becoming more and more of the opposite. The police force seemed near defenseless without her. It scared her a bit to think of what would happen if they didn't have her help.

Was she just abnormally strong, or were they just abnormally bad at their job? Videl decided to go with the first.

She started listening to her surroundings. All she heard was her teacher's voice going on and on about something she didn't know or care about.

The only real reason Videl paid attention in school was so she could get good grades. If she slacked off, her father wouldn't let her help the police.

Videl turned her head to the right to look at her best friend, Erasa. She was currently hiding her phone in her lap, texting.

Videl rolled her eyes at the fact that this went completely unnoticed, even though anyone could clearly tell what Erasa was doing.

She decided that since there was nothing important to pay attention to, she would just put her head down and only listen somewhat.

She could've sworn she heard a voice call her name. Videl shrugged it off and went back to daydreaming. She picked her head up after she felt her arm being shaken.

Videl looked to the left and found Erasa to be the culprit.

"Videl! Videl! Videl!" Erasa said.

"What?" Videl asked her excited friend.

"There's a new kid!"

"And?"

"Did I mention that he's a boy and that he's cute?"

"And?"

"You're just being sour because you know you think he's cute, but you don't want to seem girly."

"You couldn't be more off, Erasa."

"Sure, Videl. Deny it all you want."

For the second time today, Videl playfully rolled her eyes at her best friend. She realized that while having a whisper-conversation, this apparent new kid sat next to Erasa. Videl fixed her gaze on his face and kept it there.

She had seen him this morning.

There was a robbery taking place at a bank whose name she didn't bother to remember.

She asked him if he'd seen what happened when there hadn't been any police around, yet someone had stopped the robbers. He had replied with a no, but Videl didn't believe him.

He was standing right there. How could he not have seen what happened? It confused her.

What also confused her was how people were saying that the person who stopped the crime was a teenage boy with gold hair a teal eyes wearing a badge that indicated he went to her school. People were calling him the "Gold Fighter." It was rumored he was also the little boy from the Cell Games. When told how he stopped the robbers, Videl thought it was ridiculous and impossible.

But maybe it wasn't so impossible.

After all, Cell happened.

So why couldn't this "Gold Fighter" be real?

But what gained her interest the most was the fact that this new kid was wearing the exact same clothes the Gold Fighter apparently was.

Videl slowly started to suspect that he was the Gold Fighter. But his eyes and hair were black. The clothes must've been a coincidence.

Right?

When he turned to look at her, Videl didn't back down. She turned her stare into a quizzical glare. She could practically hear the uneasiness in his eyes. After two or more minutes of this, he looked away. But that didn't stop Videl from glaring.

The feeling he gave was… off. She didn't know how, but she knew it just wasn't right.

The rest of the day went like any other, except for Videl. All day, she kept an eye on "the possible Gold Fighter," who's actual name was Gohan.

Not once did it strike her that anybody would think that what she was doing was a little creepy.

Videl was on her way home when Erasa ran up to her.

"Hey Vi!"

"Erasa, you know I don't like it when you call me that."

"Yeah, but I like calling you Vi! It sounds a lot cuter than Videl."

"My name wasn't made to be to be cute. I'm a fighter, Erasa, not a celebrity baby."

"Yeah, but at some point you were a baby destined to be a celebrity," Erasa pointed out.

"…Touché," Videl agreed.

"Anyway, I saw you eyeing that kid all day. And I think…" Erasa began.

"Oh no, don't say it…" Videl groaned.

"…That you think…" Erasa continued.

"Spare me the pain…"

"…That he's hot!" Erasa proceeded to squeal and jump up and down.

"Erasa… just because I eye a kid all day doesn't mean that I think he's hot."

"…So you think he's not hot?"

"I didn't say that."

"So you do think he's hot?"

"I didn't say that, either."

"Well, if he's not hot, then what is he? Warm?"

"That doesn't even make any sense!"

"Okay, no need to yell..."

"I'm sorry, Erasa, I'm just having a bad day. But, in all seriousness…" Videl scanned the hallway that was now empty besides the two girls, "…there's something off about that kid. He's different… I know it. I can practically… feel it."

Erasa gave Videl a face of concern. Videl smiled, for she thought Erasa understood her. To her dismay, Erasa busted out laughing a few seconds later.

"Are you serious, Videl? Hahahahaha!" Erasa fell to the floor, laughing hysterically.

Videl blushed out of embarrassment and frowned.

"Oh… you're hilarious, Vi," Erasa said, wiping tears from her eyes.

"I was being serious."

"You were? I don't see anything off about him. Well, other than the fact that he's way cuter than the other boys in this school…"

Videl slapped her forehead.

"What?" Erasa asked. "Isn't he?"

"You are asking the completely wrong person."

"Fine. But I don't get it, what's so special about him?" Erasa asked.

"Who?" Videl asked, lost in the thoughts floating around in her head.

"Gohan," Erasa reminded. "Remember how a minute ago you were saying that you could 'feel' there was something off about him?"

"Oh, yeah. I just have this gut feeling that he isn't… normal…"

"'Isn't normal' how?" Erasa tried to understand.

"I don't know… but I just know that he isn't as ordinary as he seems to be. But," Videl began, recalling the events of that day," you remember when he jumped like twenty-five feet in the air! And when he got hit by a baseball and took it like it was nothing!"

"Maybe he can just jump high.. and maybe he's just really, really strong?"

"Or he's abnormal! Look, I've got a feeling in my gut, and I always trust my gut!" Videl declared.

Erasa looked at her like she was insane.

But Videl knew she wasn't insane. There was definitely something up with Gohan.

If only she knew what it was…