Song or Suicide

A/N: Sorry I'm a bit late. But I'm a teenager, what can you expect? I hope I haven't upset anyone; if I have, feel free to yell at me in your review, I'll find it amusing. Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I forgot in the first chapter to state that the title is from a HIM song. DON'T STOP READING IF YOU HATE HIM, IT WILL NOT HAVE AN EFFECT ON THE STORY OR THE CHARACTERS! Enjoy the chapter.

Chapter Four

Scarred

Gohan couldn't speak. No. She must be joking, I mean, someone our age can't be a killer. He smiled and began to laugh hysterically, patting Akira on the back—a bit too hard--, tears forming in his coal black eyes. "Woo, oh, god, Akira. You had me for a minute there!"

"Why are you laughing, Gohan? What I said wasn't a joke. Are you a freak, or something?"

"No. You've got to be joking. She can't kill anyone; her ki—"

"Ki?"

"What? Did I say ki? I meant disposition…. Her disposition doesn't match the crime you speak of."

"Well, I suppose I would agree with you had there not been a witness to the murder."

"Really?"

"Let me tell you the entire story." They were walking toward the gym now for P.E.. "It's not exactly clear as to why she did it, but she did plead guilty in the trial—"

Gohan began to open his mouth, but Akira reached out and shut it with her finger, smiling devilishly, saying, "Wait until I am done, Go-kun, then you can ask questions."

Go-kun? I like the sound of that. Where the hell did that come from? Gohan mentally shook his head, filing that small hormonal outburst for later. "Okay, Akira, continue.'

"Well, there's not much to tell. Hercule walked into the living room around 9 PM, December 12th. The walls were stained red with the blood of his wife and children. Videl was kneeling in the middle, smiling at him, an antique sword in her right hand. Crazy bitch. I heard, she was laughing hysterically the entire time. I've known it all along, I mean, she's as cold as ice to everyone. She's always been a bitch, an evil little imp. Anyway, she charged him, but didn't succeed. No one can defeat our champ. He, being a merciful father, simply knocked her out and then called the police. They arrested her, and the trial was held a week from that day. Damn right she was found guilty! Hercule, though, kept her out of jail because, and I quote, "There is no greater punishment than the contempt of her peers". Too kind to such a vile being, if you ask me. And that was that."

Gohan took a moment to absorb the story, any want for questioning gone. Understandably, it was difficult to swallow. He let out a breath he did not realize he was holding in. Should I confront her? Akira's explanation is nebulous at best.

"Alright, students! Gather 'round, gather 'round!"

Gohan, with Akira in tow, moved toward the teacher. He was a short, stocky, middle-aged man with a loud, clear voice. Gohan subconsciously scanned the medium-sized crowd for a mysterious, and apparently deadly, blue-eyed female. He spotted her, she staring at him also, the left side of her face still mysteriously obscured. He gave her the coldest look he could muster, deadening his normally bright eyes. She visible shivered and quickly turned toward the teacher. Gohan started at her reaction, surprised by it. Shouldn't she be used to that kind of look by now? I guess I should interrogate her, to get better details.

"I'm coach Kentaro." He pointed to his right. "Pick up a basketball and begin shooting and then I will call you over in groups of five to receive your locks and lockers. When I am done, continue shooting until class is over.

Everyone crowded around the rack of balls, Gohan hanging back to wait for the space to clear. He noticed her doing the same, staring up at the ceiling wistfully. He watched her in her reverie, trying to match the insane killer in Akira's tale to this quiet, controlled woman before him. She looked forward again and moved to get a ball only to have one thrown at her head. In a lightning quick movement, she caught the object, a wry smile gracing her lips. A small, and sarcastic, "Thank you," flowed out of her mouth. A scathing reply of "Whatever, demon" soon followed from whoever aimed to hit her with the ball.

Sharpener walked over to him, two balls in hand. He tossed one to Gohan, who caught it effortlessly. "I don't believe I've introduced myself. I'm Shinto Sharpener." He confidently held out his hand, smiling.

"Son Gohan," the Saiyan replied, grasping Sharpeners waiting hand. They shook firmly once, before letting go. "So, um," Gohan began timidly, "what do I do with this?"

"Ha ha. You naïve son of a bitch! Where did you grow up, under a rock?"

"No, in the 439 Mountain Area. I didn't watch much T.V., my nose always in books. I've never watched or played a basketball game. Teach me?" He gave Sharpener a bit of his family's famous puppy-dog stare.

"Okay, okay, just stop looking at me that way. Men don't beg!"

"This man does. So, what do I do?"

"Put this ball," he dribbled the ball for emphasis, "in one of those hoops. That's it."

"That's it?" Gohan then proceeded to toss the ball toward a hoop on the other side of the gym.

"Not form this far a—"

The swish of the perfectly aimed ball in the net echoed in the silent room, all eyes on the chuckling teen. "Lucky shot?" he offered weakly.

"Damn lucky shot," Sharpener mumbled.

Videl had observed the entire event, not surprised in the least that Gohan had made the seemingly difficult shot. He truly is a Saiyan.

About an hour passed, Gohan sinking perfect shot after perfect shot.

"Son Gohan, Shinto Sharpener, Virta Erasa, Aokoro Akira, and Devil, over here."

The five of them jogged over. "Pick a lock out of the box and place it on a locker. By the time you're finished, class should be over. Have a good lunch and a tolerable day." He then turned and walked toward the class. Videl was already halfway toward the locker-room, lock in hand. When did she…? Gohan thought in wonder.

"Fast, isn't she?" Gohan nodded at Erasa. "There's more to her than meets the eye, Gohan, remember that before you condemn her."

"I will." He stated instantly. "At lunch today, I'm going to talk to her."

Gohan walked, miniscule capsule in hand, toward the large oak tree under which Erasa, Sharpener, and Videl sat. Videl had her back to him, Erasa and Sharpener facing her, but talking to each other.

He, hesitantly, sat down next to Videl. He looked at her absently as he pushed his capsule. She was looking skyward, a blank look on her face. She felt his gaze and turned to him. He was taken aback for a moment, for she had her face fully in view. On the left side there was a thin, jagged, yet visible scar across her left eye. It was obvious she was not blind in that eye, for it was identical to her right, a deep ocean of blue. His mouth was slightly open, curiosity flowing from him.

"Exactly why I don't flaunt it, too many questioning gazes." She smirked at him and turned to Erasa's surprised mumble. Erasa and Sharpener were staring in amazement at the amount of food that appeared when Gohan had opened his capsule.

"Are you two okay?" Gohan asked innocently.

"Jeez, Gohan, are you expecting company?" Erasa inquired.

"Nope, I can eat a lot." He then began shoveling food into his wide-open mouth.

"Eat up, Son. I have the feeling you'd like to speak with me?" Videl did not seem the least bit surprised by Gohan's voracious appetite.

He nodded, never ceasing his consumption. He finished in ten minutes flat and stood up when Videl did.

"Follow me," she stated bluntly. In a smooth, deft movement, she scaled the large tree and sat on a relatively high branch.

Again that day, Gohan's mouth hung open.

"Told you," Erasa said in a singsong voice.

Gohan smiled at her and followed Videl into the tree. He sat as far from her as the limited space allowed. He was about to begin is questioning, when she interrupted.

"Before you begin your tirade, I have something to tell you."

He motioned for her to continue.

She stared at him, her eyes strangely alive. "I know who you are, Son Gohan. I know you're a Saiyan."

A/N: There you have it, folks. Chapter four is done! I apologize, again, for the delayed update. Please review and leave your opinions. Thanks for reading.

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