italics = thoughts " " = spoken words warnings: Hercule bashing and some minor insulting language
Chapter 2: To tell or to run?
They have got to be kidding. They are seriously going to put the actual Cell Games footage on television for the world to see? As if my life couldn't get any worse. I dread the day when they finally reveal me as the kid who beat Cell. I can almost see it now. I won't ever be left alone, I'll try to hang with friends and reporters will follow us everywhere, I won't even be able to fly home without them following. You would think someone would realize there is a difference between reporting news and harrassing someone. I guess these idiots haven't learned that yet.
"It's starting you guys. Listen up now." I look over as one of the girls announces the start of the broadcast and watch in distaste as the events that led up to me being the way I am now unfolded in front of my eyes for the second time. I could feel her eyes on me again even without turning to look. She was always watching me and to be honest, it was a little unnerving. Even Cell didn't have this effect on me when he looked at me. Then again, I knew Cell for what he was, an evil machine bent on mass slaughter and the eventual destruction of the planet. Can't really say that for Videl. My eyes stay fixated on the television as the oh so famous Hercule Satan claims that Cell was a fraud and that he was going to beat him like the bug he was. Ya, like that is really gonna happen. Truth be told, I was inwardly laughing when Hercule got face planted into the mountain side that day. Of course if I had laughed when it happened, I would have gotten a beating from mom on my return home. Even now, the thought of her Frying Pan of Terror scares me, but nobody needs to know that.
The Cell Games footage lasted for a couple hours and personally, I was grateful when it was over. The students all were asking me millions of questions like why I was so quiet, why I wasn't excited at the prospect of finding the kid, and various other dumb things. To be honest, I don't know why I didn't just blast them to HFIL and be done with it. Maybe it was because of her, the one staring at me, or maybe it was because my mom would have to explain to the school why 24 of their students were suddenly dead from massive incineration. Either option to me did not sound appealing, so I kept my composure and just shrugged at the questions. "Guess I'm not concerned about it. I'm sure the kid has his reasons for not showing himself. Why else would he hide from the general public for 7 years?"
The other students didn't have an answer to that so they left me alone for the moment. Videl just gives me that look like she suspected I was hiding something. If only she knew. If she did though, it was almost a guarantee that she would make my life a living hell. Either that or she would understand and maybe, in some small way, like me? I wasn't getting my hopes up though and I was sure not going to just flat out say ya, I'm the kid. so what. Thats not me. If I want the world to know, it will be in my time, not theirs. The idea of stopping by City Hall though was appealing so I made a mental note to stop by there after school was done for the day and take care of business. Nobody else needed to know anything, so let them think what they will. I'll inform the Mayor, and thats it for now. If I feel anyone else needs to know, then maybe I'll tell them, but not yet.
The bell rang for school to let out for the day about 2 hours later. I was relieved to put it lightly and made a run for the exit before anyone else knew what happened. Squinting for a moment in the bright afternoon sunlight, I looked around to see which direction City Hall was before making my way in that direction. I kept a close watch also to make sure I wasn't being followed. By the time I came within visual range, it was obvious it wasn't going to be easy getting in unnoticed. The mayor was outside the building talking to the reporters and there had to be at least a dozen of them. I quickly found a dark alley and changed into a fighting gi that I always kept in my pocket just in case. Spiking to Super Saiyan was no problem either as I waited for the perfect moment to approach. Seeing the mayor heading back inside, I took off from my hiding spot and zipped past the mayor into the building. Needless to say, the people inside were shocked and just stood there like total idiots. I look towards the mayor expecting the same from him but he pretty much expected it and just motioned for me to follow him upstairs. For the next hour, we talked at the end of which he handed me the capsule that contained all the money. Thanking him quickly, I look towards a window to get out of. "Sorry to chat and run mayor, but my mom will kill me if I'm not home soon. Been nice chatting with you but now I gotta run, or in this case, fly." I take off into the sky towards home, oblivious of the camera's that had caught me leaving through the window. Okay, so maybe doing that wasn't the smartest idea, but who said I had brains for everything? Oh well. Whats done is done and we move on.
The trip home was fast and quiet thankfully. No reporters following, no signs of any ahead. What I got home to though was a different story. Apparently someone didn't like us too well and had made an example of our home. Half of it was burned to the ground and the other half still charred. I land nearby searching for signs of what happened just to find evidence of arson. A note was left behind with the initials HS. There was only one man I knew of with those initials, and he was going to pay dearly for his mistake. Hercule had been known to hate my father for years, so this was just a petty way to get rid of him. I guess he didn't realize that by leaving a note, he pretty much signed his own death sentence. He'd soon find out and he'd been given the beating of his life. Nobody, and I mean nobody, messes with my family and lives.
Chapter 2. :D