A/N: Wow, this chapter turned out to be much longer than what I had originally expected.

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-Telling the Truth-

Videl was extremely grateful that Mr. Briefs had forbidden her from helping anyone with the Cell assignment. If he hadn't, she would have been drowning in requests for help by now; and it was only Saturday. The funny thing was that she wasn't even sure she could help at all. She had absolutely no idea whatsoever to what Cell was or how he was born. She figured his purpose was the easy part; to destroy Earth. However, all the other things she didn't know. Fortunately she did have something none of her classmates had.

A recording of the Cell games.

Hercule Satan had left the VCR on when he had left to fight Cell. He had wanted to watch the battle of his life over and over, but had ended up never watching it even once. They still had it though, and Videl decided it was a good idea it check it out. Perhaps she could get an idea to what Cell really was.

After she put the tape in the player, she sat down in the couch and pressed play with the remote control. The first couples of minutes were uneventful and consisted of the reporter talking about Cell. Then her dad arrived in his expensive car and told the reporter and the cameraman to come down. She shook her head at his ridiculous behavior when he made fun of Cell. Even if the monster was evil, it was rude to show disrespect against an opponent. At least that was how she saw it. Then the reporter noticed a flying dot in the air, and shortly after the first one of the mysterious fighters had arrived.

She dropped the remote control.

The mysterious fighter was Mr. Briefs?

She wasn't able to believe her eyes, but there was no doubt. It was the same scowl, the same gravity defying, black hair, and the same annoyed attitude.

But what the hell was he doing at the Cell games?


Videl flew through the air in her jet-copter after having watched the entire tape form the Cell games. She was headed for Mr. Briefs' home in West City to get some answers. Her dad wasn't home so it gave her plenty of time to go visit her teacher without having to explain that she wasn't going out with a boy. She had the address from the school database which was easily accessible when one's surname was Satan.

Right now, she was right over Capsule Corporation where the GPS in her jet-copter had lead her. She frowned and checked the address again. She had written it down a piece of paper where after she had coded it into the GPS.

It was the same address.

Which meant that her history teacher lived at the Capsule Corporation. Either that or the system had him confused with another.

She bit her tongue as she carefully landed her vehicle outside the compound and encapsulated it, making sure to remember the tape with the Cell games. She stood still as she stared at the massive building which was way bigger than her own mansion. And it was only one of the buildings! Behind the first gigantic dome many other, smaller domes with the CC logo were placed. She guessed they were the laboratories.

This was surreal. Never ever had she dreamed her teacher would live in a place like this!

With all the boldness she could muster, she decided to walk up to the front door and ring the bell. She was met with no security guards, but she figured it was all automatized since she was in the epicenter of modern technology.

To her surprise it was a little purple haired boy who opened the door. "Who are you? he asked, frowning.

"Uhm… I'm Videl. Can I talk to a Mr. Vegeta Briefs?"

The boy blinked, and for a moment she thought he would say she had gotten the wrong address, but to her amazement, he pressed a bottom on an intercom to his left. "Dad, there's a girl here who wants to see you!"

Videl's eyes bulged. Mr. Briefs had a son? How full of surprises he was.

A minute later her history teacher walked down the stairs dressed in a t-shirt, sweatpants, and was barefooted. Any doubt she might have had to whether he actually lived here was gone. He arched an eyebrow as he laid his eyes upon her.

"What are you doing here?" he asked when he came to stand beside his son.

She held up the tape so he could see it. "You were one of the mysterious fighters at the Cell games."

With disbelief painted across his face, he took the tape from her hands and inspected it. He glanced back at her. "Is this what I think it is?"

She nodded. "Dad left the VCR on."

He sighed deeply. "I can guess you have some questions."

"Yes."

"Come in then." He held the door for her, inviting her in. She stepped in warily, not really believing that she was actually allowed into the private quarters of the world's biggest company. Her own wealth practically paled in comparison to her teacher's.

Mr. Briefs led her through the house until they came to what appeared to be a living room. He sat down in a couch and gestured for Videl to sit in the opposite one.

"Trunks," he said to his son who had followed them, "go tell your grandmother we have a guest. Afterwards you can play with Goten."

"Really?" The boy who she now knew as Trunks stared wide-eyed at his father, seemingly not believing his luck.

"Yes. At his place."

She watched Trunks leave the room happily, before she looked back at her teacher. He was observing her, his arms hanging loosely over the back of the couch. She fidgeted under his dark stare, not knowing how to break the uncomfortable silence that had fallen.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he decided to break it. "What do you want to know?"

"The truth," she told him, "I-"

She was interrupted when a door opened and a blonde woman waltzed in with a tray in her hands. "Trunks said you had a guest, so I brought you some cookies and some lemonade," she said and placed the tray on the coffee table with a smile, while Videl wondered how the woman had gotten here so fast seeing as Trunks had only left a moment ago. "I'm Bunny Briefs and who might you be?" she asked Videl curiously.

"I'm Videl Satan."

The blonde woman arched a brow. "Satan? Are you the daughter of that man?"

"She is one of my students," Mr. Briefs said, saving her from having to explain herself, "and a friend of Gohan's. She has some questions concerning an assignment I gave their class."

"Oh." The woman's smile was back in place. "Have fun then. Call me if you need anything." She waved goodbye with a flitter of her fingers and left the room while humming a happy tune.

"Before you ask; yes, she is always this happy. I find it quite annoying," Mr. Briefs told her and leaned forward to take a cookie. It was gone in mere seconds, exactly the way Gohan ate. "I suppose you want the whole truth," he said when he had also taken a sip of his lemonade.

"Yes. Including why you can fly and turn your hair gold."

"I figured it was something like that." He sighed heavily and leaned back in the couch, crossing his arms in a relaxed posture. "Well then, have you ever heard a rumor about one of your teachers actually being an alien from outer space?"

Videl blinked at the sudden, unexpected question. "Uhm… yes, when we were younger some of the boys used to spread rumors like that about a teacher they didn't like. Actually…" She hesitated a bit before continuing. "There are rumors like that about you…" She reached out for her lemonade.

He chuckled. "They are true."

Her eyes widened and she nearly spilled her glass which he had been about to drink of.

"At least for me, I don't know about the other teachers," he continued, watching her reaction with a satisfied smirk.

"What?"

"You heard me, I am an alien. In fact, I am the prince of all saiyans, the last full-blooded kind of my race." His tone was solemn.

"b-but… you look human!"

"I used to have a tail."

"Then… why do you live here on Earth?"

He took another cookie. "My home planet was destroyed when I was 5 years old. Only I and three other saiyans survived."

He paused as a door opened, and this time it was a blue-haired woman dressed in a short red dress who stepped in. "I heard you had company," she said with a big smile and went over to Mr. Briefs where she stood behind the couch and placed a kiss on his cheek. She gave Videl a huge grin as she slung her arms loosely around his shoulders. "Hi, I'm Bulma."

Videl's eyes widened. Somehow, it came as a surprise that her history teacher was married to the world's richest woman, but really, it shouldn't have. All the signs had been there. "I'm Videl Satan," she said after the first shock had fallen.

"Aha! Gohan's classmate; the one who keeps bugging him. What are you doing here?" Although the words could have sounded hard and cold, they didn't. It was a genuine interested question.

"She came to get answers. Apparently Satan had a recording of the Cell games." Once again Mr. Briefs answered for her.

Bulma nodded, understanding "What have you told her?"

"So far, that I'm an alien and the saiyan prince."

"What about Gohan being half saiyan and saiyaman?"

"What?" Videl exclaimed and gave her teacher an accusing glare, "you told me he wasn't Saiyaman."

He shrugged. "Obviously I lied."

"And now you are saying he's actually an alien?" she continued.

"Half-alien," Bulma corrected as she walked around the couch and sat down beside her husband, "his mom is human, but his dad was a saiyan and one of my best friends."

"But I thought you said you were the last of your kind," she asked her teacher.

"I am," Mr. Briefs said, "Kakarrot, Gohan's father died sacrificing himself during the Cell games. We are now one full-blooded saiyan and three half-breeds, including my own son. The other two are Gohan and his little brother."


Time went by, and before Videl knew it, she had been told the entire story about the saiyans, Cell, and everything in between. It was almost unbelievable, but somehow she just knew it wasn't a lie. She just knew every last bit of it was true; even the part with the time machine and a future version of Trunks. The resemblance between the little purple haired boy and the teenage one from the cell games was undeniable. But all this information left her with one question.

"Why are you telling me this?" she asked curiously when the story had ended.

"Because you asked?" Bulma said.

"No, I mean, you could have just lied, you know? You didn't have to tell me all about the sayians or anything like that. It would have been easy for you to give me a lie, and yet you told the truth, why?"

The woman smiled. "It would only have been a matter of time before you found out anyway," she said knowingly, "if things are going the way I think they are, you would have had to be told sooner or later."

"What do you mean?"

"Clearly there is an attrac-"

"Hey Bulma, hey Vegeta," a voice greeted cheerfully from behind her; a voice Videl knew all too well. Slowly she turned around to look at her classmate who was standing in the doorway behind Trunks. "Mom said to follow Trunks home so here he… is…" he trailed off as his eyes locked on Videl's. "Videl?" he said shocked, "what are you doing here?"

"I-I…" She didn't know what to say and turned to the Briefs for support, but none of them seemed to want to help her. Instead, Bulma looked back and forth between her and Gohan in interest, while her history teacher was watching uncaringly. Videl took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, deciding to just get it over with. "I found a tape from the Cell games," she explained.

Gohan's eyes widened in shock and he looked at the Briefs'. "What have you told her?"

"Everything," Mr. Briefs said, observing his reaction carefully, "she wanted to know the truth so we told her."

"B-but-"

"And she hasn't run away yet." Bulma grinned smugly. "Not even when Vegeta told her about his past."

The boy stared wide-eyed at the older saiyan where after he turned his gaze to Videl who now saw her nerdy classmate in a new light. Their eyes met. "You really know everything now, do you?" he asked her.

She nodded. Words seemed to have left her. It was like the entire foundation her life had been built on was starting to crumble. Her dad was a phony, a fraud who had told the biggest goddamned lie in history, and now she knew the truth. Her respect for Gohan's selflessness had increased tremendously.

"Well, I'm sure you two have a lot to talk about," Bulma butted in, a cat-like grin on her lips, "why don't you follow her home, Gohan? I'll call Chi-Chi and say you have Saiyaman duties."

"Honestly, it's okay," Videl said, "I'm in my jet-copter. I can find my way easily."

"Nonsense." Bulma rose from the couch, determined. "A girl shouldn't go home by herself. Gohan will follow you home."

Somehow, the daughter of satan knew there would be no arguing with the blue-haired woman and reluctantly she followed her and Gohan out to the entrance hall. Trunks had left to find some food after having said goodbye to Gohan and given Videl a suspicious glare which reminded her too much of Mr. Briefs.

"Well, then," she started as she stood in the door, ready to leave with her classmate, "thank you for everything."

Bulma smiled heartily "No problem. You can come again anytime you want." She narrowed her eyes and looked at Gohan who was standing behind Videl. "And you take good care of this girl, you hear me?"

"Yes."

"Honestly, "Mr. Briefs said, coming up to stand behind his wife with a sour expression. He didn't say anymore, but it was clear his sentence wasn't finished.

"What?" she asked innocently, turning her head to look at her husband who just rolled his eyes at her behavior.

"Come Videl," Gohan said, nodding his head in the direction of the road "we should probably get going."

"Right." She turned back to her hosts. "Well, see ya, Bulma, Mr. Briefs."

"How come you call her Bulma and me Mr. Briefs?" her teacher inquired, annoyed.

"Uhm… She introduced herself as Bulma, so I thought I should call her that."

He snorted, crossing his arms. "Call me Vegeta outside school. Saiyans have no surname. I'd rather not go by an earthling name, much less hers"

"Huh?" Bulma crossed her arms, mimicking her husband's pose. "What's wrong with my name?"

"I'll tell you what's wrong with it-!"

Videl watched in amazement as the tension between the couple grew, and it occurred to her that she was about to witness a lover's quarrel. Then Gohan gripped her wrist and tucked her gently away from the Briefs'.

"Come, it's better to leave before they start for real."

"Right." She took out the capsule with her jet-copter, pressed the button and tossed it on the ground. A puff of smoke appeared along with her beloved transportation device. She got in and motioned for her classmate to do the same. With expertise she took off from the grounds of Capsule Corporation and flew towards her mansion in Satan City.

She watched the hybrid through the corner of her eyes. He was looking at her nervously. "So you were really the one who defeated Cell?" she began, having grown tired of the silence that had fallen upon them.

"Yes."

The silence came back

"That flying thing you do…" she drawled after some time.

"Yes?"

"Is it only aliens who can do that?"

He chuckled. "Everyone can do it if they just know how."

"Then… can you teach me how to fly?" she asked hopefully.

He smiled. "Sure."


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