Ch. 2 Exposed
Capsule Corps, 8:00
The Z Warriors and families, minus Tien, gathered at Capusle Corps to watch the unveiling of Mirai and Gohan as the 'Gold Fighters' on the news. When the video played, no one was really surprised to find that Videl would sink that low. The yellow glow from the demi-saiyans transformation faded as the video ended.
Videl and her father had an announcement to make as well.
"So, I'm calling them out. Those teenage freaks had everyone in Satan City fooled. They made the citizens think that they were heroes, bent on helping this city. But I know better. They were waiting for the right time to take over the city using the same methods that Cell used seven years ago!" Hercule started for Videl to pick it up
"They have come into our city and messed with the hearts and minds of all of us. Their abilities are tricks. Since Mirai Briefs has the same last name as Capsule Corp owner, Bulma Briefs, it's quite possible that CC is responsible for their so called powers. Rocket boots, body armor, steroids are easy explanations for the cheap tricks these two boys do. If I ever see them in the city they would be arrested and tried for fooling the city and following in the steps of Cell. They are the worst…"
The TV shut off.
"Enough of that garbage." Bulma sighed as she leaned back in the couch. Everyone was silent until Vegeta spoke up.
"'Bout time you two stopped dancing around with weaklings and revealed yourselves. You're Saiyans. We have had people respect and fear us for our power and ability."
"Dad, we don't want to control the city."
"I know that. You shouldn't have to be afraid of who you are, who we are. We answer to no one except those in this room right now and that tri-clops if he ever gets here."
"Vegeta did you just show…"
"Woman, not the time. In case you haven't noticed, there will be weaklings at the door by daybreak demanding answers. Unless you want me to answer the door, we better come up with a plan."
"Well, it's not like they know where we live. We're hours away from everyone." Chi-chi smiled already accepting the fate that Gohan can't go back to school unless this all blows over.
"Uh… mom… that's not exactly true."
"You told them, didn't you?"
"Uh…"
"WHY? DID YOU EVEN THINK OF THE CONSEQUENCES OF WHAT MIGHT HAPPEN IF YOU OLD THEM THAT?! WHAT IF YOU WERE FOLLOWED?! NOW WITH THIS, THEY COULD HOUND US ALL! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW TO HANDLE ALL OF THIS?"
BANG! BANG! BANG!
It was wise that the only movement allowed was the rubbing of sore ears and in Gohan's case, a sore head.
"I was thinking moving back to the castle, continue my studies there and get back to work here." Gohan winced as he rubbed against a real sore spot.
"And don't forget you're training." The deep voice of Piccolo spoke out. "I know you're strong but you've slacked off since this school business started."
"Absolutely not! My son will commit to his studies full time and…" Chi-chi was stopped by a hand on her shoulder.
"Mom, I already have multiple degrees. I can give Bulma a huge run for her money. It's alright." He looked at Piccolo. "You're teaching me Hellzone Grenage." Gohan smiled. Piccolo smirked.
"So, what are we going to do about Videl?" Mirai asked.
"Nothing."
"Nothing?"
"Exactly, nothing. We answer to no one outside of us right?" Everyone nodded.
"Well, we go on as life was before school. Except with the reporters and whoever else trying to find out what we do. We have stopped threat after threat to this planet without them knowing and the fraud calls us fakes. Even going so far as to call dad a loser and wimp and a fool multiple times throughout the years and we have done nothing. So, if we see crime, we stop it. We help those we come across. And I'm gonna need an assistant. That air bike is slowing me down." Gohan looked at Mirai who nodded. "If that's alright with you Bulma."
"Knock yourselves out. With you two working here, I can finally take a well deserved vacation."
"Hey! Anyone home!?" A familiar voice rang out and Tien walked towards his friends. Following close behind was a blue haired Launch and to the surprise of the ex-high school students, Erasa.
Satan Mansion
Videl sat in her room staring at the wall, feeling proud of what she had done. The next time someone denied her requests and demands would do so in a heartbeat. She gave the location of Son household to the police and subsequently, reporters got it too and in the morning Gohan would have a rude awakening.
In truth, she was jealous. Jealous of what those two can do. They can fly unrestricted; she used a jet-copter. They can catch, disintegrate, dodge and flatten bullets with their bodies. She was lucky if they stopped them from hitting her or anyone else in the first place. And they were stronger, much stronger than she could ever imagine. Who else can pick up busses with ease? Not her and definitely not her dad. It felt good to bring them down; to expose them to the world. Soon there would answers for how they did all of those things.
But just where was Erasa? Earlier in the day, she had shown her blonde friend the video and told her of her plan to not only bust the two teens but whoever else they knew that do those tricks. Erasa's reaction wasn't exactly the one she was expecting; she seemed to have shied away, nervous but Videl didn't really pay attention for too long as she was hell bent on reclaiming her city from the two resident freaks. Normally by now Videl's phone would be going off the hook but was unusually quiet. Where was Erasa, anyways?
Satan City Police Department
Chief Doe was sitting at his desk watching the news. He shook his head. Why, for the love of Kami, why would Videl do something as stupid as that? The crime rate in the city had dropped to below 3% in short few months those two boys have been there. Frankly, because of them, the police force has gotten better at policing the city and it was a blast working alongside the Gold Fighters. The officers were a bit skeptical at first but they boys earned the forces' trust and ultimate respect. All the hard work they had put in was about to go out the window.
Damn it, Satan. Couldn't leave well enough alone could you?