A/N Hey, I'm back with the first chapter :D I'm surprised at how well this was received, I'm definitely going to continue it! And now to respond to the reviews:

Sid89: Thank you for pointing that out, I'm always looking for things to fix and improve.

Darsca: They only tried breaking the box in there base form, so it is up in the air if they could have with a SS2 powered Kamehameha. And I love Gohan, this story will not downplay him in the slightest. However, don't expect a stupidly strong one either.

Chapter 1

Videl was taping her pencil against the desk in anxiety, ignoring Erasa's talk of homecoming. 'He's going to show up again' she reminded herself. In the last two years she had failed to capture a criminal a four and five times. He had shown up four hundred and five times.

He went by two titles that everyone knew. Saiyaman and Delivery boy. He had given himself the first one, while people recognized him from the cell games on the second one.

Funny how the world's greatest heroes can also be the greatest villains.

He broke into Capsule Corp, the King's Palace, and even the Satan Mansion, all of which were said to be impossible to breach. The only one he had got caught in was Capsule Corp, and even than, he left with what he came for. Nothing but a 'Gotcha!' note on the most valuable object in the house. However, he also broke into banks more times than she could count, not being so kind on those occasions.

She began scribbling random lines and shapes on her paper of 'notes'. She frowned when an H made its appearance in her subconscious art, reminding her of her other problem.

Harriman.

In the last two years, he became the most notorious crime lord in the world, much as Saiyaman became the most notorious villain. He had grown from a street gang in south city to the most powerful mafia in recorded history.

However, she personally had never had any encounters. He and his gang stayed out of Satin City for some reason she never really understood. They had hits everywhere else in the world, why not in the largest metropolis of the world?

"Hay do you remember the trip to the museum we took back in our freshmen year?" Erasa asked, to which Videl nodded.

"What about it?" She asked, legitimately surprised that she had a memory that stretched that far back.

"Maybe we can get that hunk that we talked to take you!" She squealed.

Videl blinked before distantly remembering who she was talking about.

"Do you remember EVERY boy you meet?" She asked in disbelief. She didn't even remember what he looked like, or his personality in the slightest.

"You mean you don't!" the blond gasped, causing Videl to stare in disbelief. Normally, she'd ignore such a comment, wave it away as sarcasm, but she held such honest surprise in her eyes…

'What kind of idiots am I associating with?' she wondered to herself, and not for the first time. But she had long since come up with the answer. 'Complete and total.'

"Why bother," she mumbled to herself.

"Ms Satan, would you like to share that with the class?" Mrs. Marell barked in the way only a teacher could.

"No," Videl immediately responded, completely caught off guard. Why was her mumble called out when Erasa had been practically shouting half the period?

"You have already interrupted us," Mrs. Marell retorted, "please, make it worth it with your completely relevant comment."

"Uhhh… go math?" She cheered weakly.

"This is Language Arts."

"Ohh… right…" Videl realized, noticing the posters containing information regarding poetic structure around the room. "I guess there isn't much poetry in math is there?"

"No, there isn't," She confirmed, bringing a new meaning to the word monotone.

"Videl," the voice called from her watch. "It's Saiyaman. He's at the bank on 23rd. I expect you here five minutes ago."

Videl nodded and ran out the classroom door without asking for permission. "I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU!" Marell bellowed after her as she sprinted around a corner, jumping down the staircase with a parkour style landing. Rolling to her feet, she exited the building in record time.

She decasualized her jet copter in the usual cloud of smoke in a grassy knoll just outside the building. Capsule corp's H-34, the newest model on the market that was more of a jet than a helicopter, stood proudly on the hill. It's polished yellow surface gave a perfect view of her reflection. However, it was promptly ignored as she jumped and yanked the handle, both opening the door and swinging herself into the pilot seat.

The engines roared to life, and the helicopter blades made the grass bend away from the blurred source of wind. The vehicle took off at high speed, and a flame burst into existence from the back, propelling it forward even faster.

She exhaled slowly. Saiyaman went years without being caught for a reason, and it wasn't due to his amazing ability to stay hidden. He was inhuman in everything he did, his fighting technique was flawless, his speed and strength dwarfed her own, and he had a… grace about him. He could dance between onslaughts of bullets, and come out unscathed. And when he jumped, he seemed to glide fluently threw the air.

Put simply, it was impossible. He was impossible.

And it was her job, assigned by King Furry himself, to bring him to justice.

She surveyed the bank as she approached, and saw there was no hole in the side of the building. However, there were police cars completely surrounding the complex, indicating he was still in there. She touched down, and rushed over to the chief, who was in front of the police blockade.

"Videl," he called, "It's a good thing you're here! We were about to move in without you."

"What's the plan?" she asked, and began stretching. Anything the captain ever had planed for her included her being the hero, and it was easier to be a hero without a pulled muscle.

"Were going to try something new this time," The captain began, "But all you have to do is lead a frontal assault. You will have our four best swat team members with you."

"All we have to do is run in, guns a blazing?" She questioned, "What's the rest of the plan? How will this help at all?"

"Just trust me."

"That's what I'm concerned about, considering that's what I've done every other time," she muttered as four six foot six bodybuilder type swat team members came up to her, introducing themselves as Chuck, Tyler, Denis, and Angus. She hardly heard them however, as she had worked with dozens of men, none of them were notable other than an occasional lucky shot. These guys, sub-machine guns at the ready, seemed ready to do just that. However, there bullet proof shields might prove usefull…

"Follow me, and keep your weapons away, they won't work anyway," she commanded, walking to the front door without checking if they were following. Of course they were, they were supposed to be the best trained men the police force had to offer. However, she honestly didn't care if they were, they were honestly there as meat shields. She and her dad were the only ones that ever had a chance at stopping him.

She waited just in front of the twin glass doors a moment before thrusting them open. She strode in with her four bodyguards and her eyes widened. Ten people were against the wall, and there were seven civilians sitting around a table with Saiyaman staring them down.

He hadn't changed at all. He was wearing a long black trench coat, which covered equally dark under armor that allowed for maximum movement. He also wore a black combat boots that continued the look, all of which collided with a straw hat he wore that covered his eyes.

"Your life depends on this decision," he said, causing the large man his gaze was focused on to squirm in discomfort.

"Fold," he muttered, putting down his cards, causing Saiyaman to laugh. "Won with a pair of threes!" He chuckled, taking all the poker chips from the center of the table. "Split those among yourselves," He said, pushing his considerable pile of chips into the center before getting up and facing the newcomers. "About time you got here Videl, I was starting to wonder if you were going to show up at all."

"Can it," She commanded, cracking her knuckles, "and get ready to fight."

"Where's the fun in robbing a bank if I can't be dramatic?" He asked with a grin.

"There isn't supposed to be any fun," She barked, dropping into a stance. "so bring it."

"Very well," he sighed. Than he moved.

He was a blur as he shot forward, causing all five officials to jump in different directions out of reflex. However, his palm contacted with Videl's abdominals, sending her flying back twenty feet farther than intended. Angus moved in for a punch in sync with Tyler as they attacked from opposite sides, but Saiyaman twisted, simultaneously putting each of them into unforgiving arm bar.

Seeing his hands were occupied, Denis rushed his front while Chuck rushed his back. Denis reached him first and moved to roundhouse the criminal, but he lifted his foot to block his face. Videl recognized what he was about to do and scrambled to her feet to rush and help, but it was too late.

Doing a standing back flip with only one foot, he hooked his foot under Denis's chin and carried him with him, smashing him into Chuck, at the same time flipping the two who were in arm bars. Videl finally reached him, and jumped forward with a straight kick, that he caught, swinging her over his head into the ground.

However, landing on her hand, she barrel rolled out of the way of his stomp that cracked the marble floor. Landing in a crouch, Videl shot up with a vicious uppercut that he moved his head aside to dodge, and when her hip reached his head, she brought her knee up for another attack, which he brushed aside with his left, while digging his right into her solar plexus.

She was launched backwards, but the four SWAT members made a line with there shields connecting. Saiyaman however, rushed the barricade, punching threw the middle two shields and knocking the wielders out cold. The ones on either side of him put there shields between them and the super-warrior, who jumped and kicked both of them at the same time.

The two officials flew across the room, colliding with the newly cracked walls.

He turned his head to the Satin, who got up, dazed into a fighting stance. He suddenly shot forward again at an inhuman pace, and Videl threw a punch that passed threw him. Before she could process anything all her thoughts were cut off by a sharp pain in the back of the neck that was quickly followed by unconsciousness.

A/N: I like fight scenes :) So what do you think of this unique Gohan? Let me know how I did Via reviews!