Chapter 3, thoroughly checked and now lacking typo's. Unless I missed them.

Disclaimer: I do not own dragon ball z or any of its awesome characters.

"Hiiyaar!"

CRACK

Hercule brought his hand to his face as he watched another of his pupils get knocked out by his thirteen year old daughter. She just swung the young lad over her shoulder and smashed his face of the floor.

"Okay, who's next?" asked Videl while swinging her shoulders and apparently stretching in preparation for her next bout.

"Honey bear, don't you think that's enough. You've already knocked out five of my best students," Hercule pleaded, putting his hands on the ring ropes and looking over at her.

"Oh, did you want to spar Daddy?"

Hercules blood ran cold. He couldn't spar his daughter. Not because he couldn't hurt her but because he wasn't sure he'd win. He was still stronger than her, he knew that much, but only by a small amount. Give it another year or two and she will have surpassed him completely.

"No Sweat pea. Daddy doesn't want to spar with you, he wants you to stop taking out your anger on his students. Why don't you come sit down with Daddy and tell him what's wrong?"

Hercule knew this didn't have a very good chance of working but crossed his fingers and hoped it would. However his hopes were dashed as Videl simply glared at him and returned to badgering the conscious students for a fight. Of course they all hell their hands up and declined, none of them wanting to be the psycho girls next victim.

Hercule watched her sigh in defeat, leave the ring and head over to the punching bags instead. The student who was already there went a little pale at the sight of her and quickly fled.

Videl prepared herself into her stance, and then imagined the punching bag was Gohan. Quickly she began kicking the stuffing out of it. These weren't controlled practiced kicks which she would perform for hours on end, these were kicks of anger and frustration, as she poured all her pent up aggression into each kick. She was aware of all the students and even her father watching her as she practised. But as she carried on kicking the bag with all her might she noticed rather than felt the tops of her feet begin to bleed as she lost some skin. Really if she was doing this she was supposed to tape her feet up. But right now she didn't care, she just kept wailing on Gohan's imaginary face. And rather than getting less angry she grew angrier. She knew she was kicking the thing, but every time she went to attack imaginary Gohan he would block her. She knew that was crazy since right now she was kicking a sandbag, but every time she hit it, she felt like she'd just been blocked instead. She screamed, increasing her pace, but still imaginary Gohan stood firm. Finally, not caring that everyone was watching her she went ballistic, kicking, punching and just generally tearing into it. The entire populace of the gym watched her in a state of shock as she tore into the bag. They watched as the bag swung from side to side with the force of each blow, how the seams stretched and tore and finally, as the enraged girl lunged at the sandbag, it gave out as she collided with it and both the bag and the girl fell to the floor in a heap of limbs and sand.

As Videl picked herself up, now covered in sand, she had a strange sense of De ja Vu. She'd just brought down imaginary Gohan. She looked down at the Sandbag, or what was left of it, which was now placed between her legs as she went to stand. But no, imaginary Gohan was still smirking at her. Just like the first time she met him. Just like the first time…

"THAT BASTARD!" Videl shouted out loud as realization hit her. That scheming conniving bastard. He'd let her catch him. After today, how he'd dodged and blocked everything she was sure of it. The git had let her think of herself on his level. He hadn't exactly let her win but he'd let her think she would have had a chance. What, was he trying to save her confidence, to make her think she could of won, if she'd just been a bit faster. Thinking about it she honestly couldn't remember the last time she'd been this furious. Her fists were shaking and angry tears were forming in her eyes. Quickly she wiped the tears away with the sleeve of her gi, got up, grabbed her towel and left the gym before her father could ask her who the bastard was.

Well that was the plan but her father had followed her out. Quickly he ran to catch up to his quick paced daughter, having to jog alongside her as she walked.

"Sweet pea has someone done something to you. Because if someone's threatened you or said something you just come right out and tell me and I'll-,"

"DAD! Videl suddenly burst out; cutting her father of in is tracks. "No one's done something bad to me. I'm just frustrated. And maybe I feel like I've lost myself somehow. I've always thought of myself as the strongest, well after you anyway. And even if there was someone stronger they would be about your age with much more experience than me. But today I met someone my age and in a spar I couldn't even touch him."

Hercule let his mouth hang open. There's someone at school that Videl can't defeat, or even touch? Or at least it had better be someone from school because if his little Videl was going round meting strange people on the streets- no now isn't the time for that. Because if there's really someone who's that far above Videl at school then…

"What if they're even stronger than me?" Hercule whispered.

"What was that," asked Videl, not quite catching what her father had said.

"Oh, nothing honey-pie. Yup well you just need some more training. You'll surpass this kid soon enough.

'Somehow I doubt that,' thought Videl. 'Even just, in my own imagination I couldn't beat him.'

So Father and Daughter walked home side by side, one with the intention of getting a nice cold beer and the other to think of a way to become strong enough to defeat her new rival.

As Videl walked calmly down the hall of her school she was having to constantly tell herself something over and over in her head.

'I am not going to scream at Gohan. I am not going to scream at Gohan. I am not going to scream at Gohan.'

"Man Gohan you were awesome yesterday."

Videl stiffened as those words hit her. They were coming from inside her classroom. Carefully she peeked inside and there, sure enough was Sharpner and Erasa talking to a seated Gohan.

"I can't believe there's someone who can beat Videl."

'Well maybe right now he can, but you just watch. I'll get stronger, and then I'll pulverize him.'

"Have you thought about joining one of the school clubs, because if not then my club would definitely welcome you."

'Yesterday you thought he was a nerd, now you want him to join your club?'

"Yeah Gohan, you were really good," came the girly voice of Erasa. "But don't you think you were bullying Videl a bit?"

'…what?'

"How so?" came Gohan's reply.

"Well it's not hard to see Videl has a lot of pride. And you overwhelmed her so much yesterday. It must have really knocked her back. Don't you think you could have let up a bit, just let her connect a punch or two."

There was silence for a moment.

"No, I don't think I could have. And I don't think I should have either. If I'd let her win, or let her hit me, there's no way Videl wouldn't notice. And if I was in Videl's shoes, I'd have been insulted if she'd let me hit her."

Well that was true. She'd gotten pretty angry yesterday when she'd realized he'd let her catch him the first time round, even though the time limit had already expired.

"And besides, the way I see it, a spar is used for two people to recognize their own shortcomings in combat. To that end, it wouldn't work if I let Videl think she's stronger than she is. Your right that she'll probably be angry that she lost for a while. But once she calms down a bit and reflects back on it, she'll start wondering what she could have done different and how she could improve. For instance she was too hasty sometimes, and all of her attacks seemed too vicious too me. She always seemed to go for vital areas and focused a lot on hitting my face. Once she realized that head on assaults don't work she should have concentrated more on disrupting my stance, forcing me to act and then engaging in a counter herself."

Videl was shocked. After all the kid was pretty spot on. And he'd gotten all that from a single spar. She shouldn't have concentrated so much on heavy damage assaults. But she'd been so mad she'd just had to prove that she was better. And as far as she was concerned the best way to prove that was to put him down in one shot. But if she'd just calmed down and thought things through, then…

Suddenly Videl was smiling to herself.

'Maybe he's not so bad after all.'

So, somewhat happier than she had been the day before she swung her classroom door open and walked right in.'

"Hey Gohan," she said walking over, noticing with some amusement the looks of complete shock evident on all three of their faces.

"Hey Erasa, err… Sharpner? Isn't your class starting soon?"

Of course she was only pretending to forget Sharpner's name. But hey, any chance to bash his ego was a chance she'd take.

"She's right, we've got like three minutes!" Cried Erasa after looking at her watch. "Come on Sharpy let's go!"

Sharpner frowned as he was led out the room. Videl smiled as she watched them go. Once they'd left the room, Videl went straight to her seat behind Gohan and started unpacking her things.

"Say Gohan, I got a question."

Gohan quickly swivelled in his chair to face her, giving her a curious look.

"What kind of martial arts school do you study under?" she asked, while flicking through her notebook, trying to act like it was just a passing question. In actuality she was dying to know.

"Martial arts school?"

"Yeah, you know what style of martial arts do you use?"

"Oh, well It's a mixture of turtle style and demon style," Gohan answered casually.

"Turtle style!" Videl suddenly blurted upon hearing the name. Demon style she'd never heard of, but the turtle style of martial arts was famous. It was the style used by the former champion of the world martial arts champion Goku, as well as being one of the most historical and mysterious known styles around. But apparently it was really hard to learn because only a few people know it and apparently none of them take students.

"Where did you learn Turtle style martial arts?"

Gohan inwardly frowned. 'Maybe I shouldn't have mentioned that.'

"Well my dad taught me a bit before he died. But my main martial arts form is the demon style," said Gohan hoping to shift the topic away from turtle style. After all it was much easier to lie about a style no one's heard about.

"Your Dad taught you?" said Videl, not taking the bait. "Who was you father?"

But in reality she'd already figured it out. Gohan's last name was Son, he'd said that on his first day here. And he studied Turtle style martial arts and you can't learn that from just anywhere. That was already two things he had in common with the previous world martial arts champion, and that was two things too many.

"His name was Goku," Gohan replied, already knowing that she knew who he was. After all she knew about turtle style martial arts. As he expected Videl's face split into a big grin.

"I knew it! After all there's no way a random kid off the streets could beat me," she said, inwardly relieved she was right. She couldn't stand the thought that he was just someone who'd manage to surpass her with some two bit martial arts teacher.

The rest of their morning discussion passed quickly, although Gohan felt uncomfortable for most of it. Videl had this annoying knack of hitting up immediately on small bits of what would be otherwise useless information, and then using that information to form guesses that were for the most part scarily close to the truth.

'Well at least she's being friendly,' thought Gohan.

After school Gohan had preceded straight home before Videl could catch him. She was going to ask him to join her father's gym. She was a bit annoyed but decided she'd try again the next day. She bid a quick goodbye to Erasa before the girl could drag her on an annoying shopping trip, and skilfully evaded talking to Sharpner altogether.

She'd really wanted Gohan to come to her father's gym. She'd hit a wall there, like before she'd been improving so quickly but now progress was slow. She was hoping that by getting Gohan to join she would be able spar with him more often. After all they say the quickest way to improve is to challenge those who are stronger than yourself. She sighed to herself, watching her breath turn to mist in the chilly winter air. Suddenly she heard a scream though the air and grinned to herself. Great, just what she needed. Some poor sap to beat up on. As fast as she could she ran towards the screaming voice.

"Let go you pervert!"

A resounded smack could be heard cracking through the air. Videl herself was rooted to the spot, suddenly not entirely sure she wanted to get involved. There were a group of woman in furs and coats, all backing away from what looked like a really old man. He had a long white beard, a bald head and thin bony arms and was carrying a thick knobbly staff. For some reason, even though it was winter, he was wearing sunglasses, a Hawaiian shirt and brown shorts.

'What the hell?'

The man approached the woman with a raised twitching hand and a perverted blush on his cheeks, along with a bright red hand print.

"Now don't be like that it was an accident. I didn't mean to squeeze you're ass," the man tried to reassure the tall striking brunette who was leading the group of woman. "Why as a gentle men I would never- woops."

The man fell, apparently slipping on the ice. His face fell forwards landing in between the brunettes chest.

"Woopsy, heh heh heh." He raised his free hand, putting it on the completely stunned woman's chest and used it to push himself back up. "Those are some nice goods you got there."

Videl had seen enough. Growling in disgust she shot forward.

"Stop right there you old pervert," she barked. The old man turned to look at her. Just as she was about to grab him he took a step back and bopped her on the head with his staff.

"Ow," whimpered Videl, immediately putting a protective hand on the sore spot.

"Now now, young missy. What do you think you were doing to your elders."

Noticing the distraction, the woman quickly scarpered leaving Videl to whatever horrible fate they imagined the old man had for her.

"You're under arrest," said Videl trying to supress a sniffle. "For indecent behaviour, sexual harassment, sexual assault and assault on an assistant officer."

Well she was kind of an assistant officer. More or less. So she didn't have an actual badge, but she was still allowed to arrest people without falling under the unlawful detainment law. She wasn't really sure how it worked.

"Hey now, I haven't done any of those things. I just tripped. Just an accident."

"Yeah right," said Videl, taking out her emergency cuffs and taking her hand off her head. Quickly she went to grab the man again. Only for him to hop to one side in some mockery of a side step. Furiously she turned to face him, only for him to bop her on the head again.

"Ow," she yelled out a little louder this time.

"Has no one taught you to respect your elder's," the old man asked, holding both hands behind his back.

'Ok calm down Videl,' she told herself mentally. I'm not really sure what's up with this guy but obviously just trying to grab him isn't going to work. I need a distraction. And for a perverted old man I've got just the thing.'

Videl stared somewhat behind the old man with a look of confusion on her face.

"Isn't she cold wearing that?"

The old pervert took the bate in a second, quickly turning to find whoever Videl was talking about. Seazing her chance, Videl shot forward and managed to get a cuff on a skinny wrist. But before she could cuff the other the old man realized what was going on and quickly spun around again, whipping the remaining cuff out of Videl's hand. Then to Videl's astonishment he simply grabbed the already closed cuff and ripped it of his wrist, effectively shattering iron.

"Ho, not bad little girl. But you're going to need to do better."

"My… my handcuffs," Videl suddenly blubbered out. That was her only pair. How the hell was she going to explain to the police chief that she need a new pair because some old man had torn the last set to pieces?

'Okay, I'm taking this old guy in,' she thought to herself, trying to solidify her dwindling determination.

"Alright bub, if you don't surrender right now, I'm going to be forced to beat you into surrendering, and pray you don't have a heart attack half way through."

The old man smiled at her words.

"Perhaps if you were older and had a bigger chest it might sound tempting," said the old man, chuckling to himself.

"Alright, that's it!" and having said that Videl launched herself at the old man like a rocket. Quickly, she spun into him, grabbing his shirt and throwing him over her shoulder. Only half way through the throw his weight suddenly disappeared from her grip. Looking up, she noticed him perched on top of his staff, bent down and balancing and fixing her with an amused frown.

"Well aren't you the feisty little nipper. Give it ten years and I think you'll turn into quite the looker, but I don't think I'll envy your boyfriend."

Videl turned red in the face. Instead of answering the old perv, she decided to attack the stick instead so that he'd fall. But as she went to kick it, the staff suddenly shot up into the air as the old man did a somersault, landing behind her. Videl lashed out with a punch aimed at the base of his spine. But as she did the old man hoped backwards towards her and over her head. Quickly she turned round only to find the old man's foot in her face. He quickly pushed off her, using her as a spring board and landing further down the road.

"What the hell," whispered Videl, clutching her nose with bright red cheeks and blinking back tears.

"Who the hell are you," she groaned out, not pleased that she'd met a second person who was obviously stronger than her, or more skilled at least.

The old man fixed her with a grin.

"Well you seem to be quite in to martial arts so perhaps you've heard of me. My name is Roshi, the turtle hermit."

Well what do you think? Am I going a bit fast with things. I pretty much skipped over the school day, because I don't really want to write much about school. Oh and if people haven't noticed yet I don't like Sharpner. At all.