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Chapter 7


Gohan stood in front of the solid titanium reinforced door. He was staring at it as if it held all the answers he wanted. In a way it did. The person holding the answers to the many questions he had resided behind this door, though that person hadn't been a willing participant. In fact, it had taken an experimental truth serum to pry her lips open.

Even more incredible was its side effects. Though Agent Tan had answered all their questions truthfully - she seemed to not have any recollection to the conversation. Even now she denied ever cooperating with them.

That was fine for the moment. In fact, Gohan wasn't even here to discuss her assassination attempts. He was more curious about her past - Videl Satan - the girl that she used to be. If there was anyway to get through to her, it would be by reopening old wounds and attempting to crack that shell of detachment that had become Agent Tan.

Steeling his nerves, Gohan pulled out the key to the door and unlocked it. He opened the door and began searching the room for its occupant. Immediately he located Agent Tan sitting on the opposite side, her back against the dreary cement wall and her arms wrapped around her bent legs - she was looking better, he observed. Face not so thin, eyes a bit more pronounced. The days spent in this new holding 'cell' minus Vegeta's 'visits' had obviously done her a world of good. But to his shame and guilt - she was still a little dirty, grimy and clothed in the same tattered rags.

Keeping an eye on her, Gohan reached down to grab a chair that was sitting by the door. He picked it up and moved it into the room. Closing and locking the door behind him, Gohan walked to the middle of the room and set the chair down, taking a seat.

She didn't move or react. She merely stared at him with calculating eyes. She was hard to read as it was, but the thick scab of flesh on her forehead was like an emotion barrier - preventing the natural formation of normal emotional expressions.

Gohan wasn't sure how to begin this conversation. Some sort of general greeting or other would be the normal way to begin but...he had the impression that he'd just be wasting his breath. Agent Tan had never returned his greetings before, so why would she start now?

Perhaps it would be best to plunge straight into his reasons for being here. "I have a few questions I'd like to ask you," he started, leaning forward in his chair and resting his elbows on his knees.

"I'd find myself loathe to answer," Agent Tan retorted.

Wow! Gohan was shocked. She had actually replied. Usually she just kept quiet, rarely ever saying anything of substance or quipping with her interrogator. Either she was getting tired of the questions or she was in a talkative mood.

Getting over his momentary shock, Gohan pressed on. "I was wondering if you could tell me about a girl I looked up. Her name was Videl Satan."

Agent Tan visibly flinched at the name. It was subtle though; had Gohan not been watching her as intently as he was, he would've missed the reaction entirely. Pressing on, Gohan continued, "I looked her up recently. She was a truly remarkable person - brave, inspirational and righteous. She fought crime you know," he pressed on, "every day at the risk of her life she would go out and fight, to preserve justice and to protect those that couldn't fight for themselves. A real people's hero - definitely someone I would have liked to meet."

Like a morning glory unravelling into full bloom in the morning, her eyes just held his like a flower absorbing the sun. She didn't speak - just stared in silence.

"I also read that she disappeared a few years ago during a fire." His eyes roamed over her burn for a second, before he shifted them back. "Seems she went into a burning building to save some people trapped inside, but...the fire was too strong, things escalated out of hand and Videl," he said the name with an uncalculated tenderness, "she...even though she managed to get some of the people out, the building was just too unstable, the fire too far gone so she didn't make out. She became another victim of the fire."

Gohan saw that she'd gripped the sides of her arms a tad harder, possibly digging her nails into her flesh as he told the story. Her face may have been displaying practiced indifference but her body language was another matter. Motivation by this, he pressed on. "The whole city, and most of the world were devastated by the loss. There wasn't even enough room to accommodate all the people that gathered for her memorial service . All the devastated faces of the people that looked up to her - it was really sad to see the-"

"And this has what, to do with anything?" Agent Tan interjected before he could finish his sentence. There was a certain edge to her voice that suggested some kind of discomfort or irritation with the topic.

Yeah, he was definitely touching on a sensitive subject here.

"Well, I just don't think she died that day," Gohan answered simply. "In fact, I believe that she survived that fire and is very much alive. I think she somehow ended up as a recruit of a government agency that purports to defend the world against greater threats." He took a deliberate pause before he looked her straight in the eyes and added, "Sound familiar?"

To his disappointment, Agent Tan's face just closed off completely. Unlike the almost curious brim of the morning glory from before, those blue eyes merely deepened. She made no attempt to confirm or deny that statement. He wouldn't be deterred though, he took her silence in stride and continued.

"The thing about this agency is that...well, it's solution to dealing with threats is murder." Gohan carried on. "I'm just having trouble believing that Videl Satan would go from saviour to killer so easily. Something must have happened to her, something must have shut down somehow for her to embrace this way of life - to become so hardened as to take the lives of others without any remorse. It's no wonder she never returned to her old life, to her family and the friends she left behind."

"If you're going anywhere with this sob story, I suggest you stop," Agent Tan spoke up. Then she sneered. "You're not gonna appeal to my sensitivities."

"'Course not, Del Tan has made it clear that she has none." Gohan relented. This was not going as he'd hoped. Not at all. "I just wanted to say that I admire everything Videl Satan stood for. We're very similar, she and I. The Delivery-Boy persona that your agency despises so much, that you seem to despise so much, merely follows the same principles she did."

Something shifted in her eyes that suggested that what he'd just said - comparing the Delivery-Boy to Videl Satan was pure blasphemy. "Look, I'm sure you've done your research on me. You know I run a uranium mine and sell the ore to prospecting companies. You should also know that the uses for uranium are limited. It can make for a very good fuel source, but it can also be used as the main component for a destructive weapon - which is something I want my mine and my ore to have absolutely nothing to do with. Every company I've ever sold uranium to had to sign a contract of disclosure about their intended purposes with the ore. More than that, they had to contractually agree to never divert those purposes directly or indirectly towards the manufacture of weapons."

"And you're telling me this why?" Agent Tan eyed him irritably."Are you trying to make yourself feel better? So you can sleep better at night? Don't bother justifying yourself to me, O' Great Delivery-Boy. I care about your reasoning as much as I care about that dead cockroach in the corner."

Gohan turned his head from one side to the other until he found the cockroach the agent mentioned. "I can have that cleaned up for you," he offered as he looked back to her. "No need to make you suffer any more than necessary."

A harsh laughter filled the room. "Oh, like that month with that you kept me in that other room with your friends' routine 'visits' doesn't count? Yeah, I can see you really believe those words."

Gohan winced at that. That was obviously going to be a sore subject for some time. "I'm sorry about that, truly I am. I wasn't in the right state of mind when I took you there. I just felt so panicked, more so for my brother than myself about what you said. I was a little desperate for answers. I know you have no reason to believe me, but really, I'm sorry about that."

"Save it," she grunted as she straightened her legs out to lie on the floor, her arms crossing over her chest as she straightened up. "You've only confirmed what I knew you to be."

"A guy that doesn't like people trying to kill him?"

"A savage. A monstrous alien hiding amongst good people. You've only been pretending to help so that people don't realize your true nature—that you only exist to kill and destroy."

"Pretend?" Gohan asked bewildered.

"Yeah. I know you fought that Cell guy some years back. But I also know that more of your kind showed up even before that and destroyed East City." A smirk grew on her face. "And I just know there are more of you hidden on this planet - that Vegeta guy you're in cahoots with certainly fits the bill with his monstrous strength and alien powers. I'm not sure why you're waiting this long to finish what you started, but after everything you've put me through, I can very well imagine what your true purpose of inhabiting this planet is.

Gohan could feel his resolve slipping away. Inhabit the planet? What was that supposed to mean? Where else was he supposed to live? He was born here for crying out loud. He sighed, rubbing his temples. This was not how this conversation was supposed to go. She was supposed to come around to understanding why the Delivery-Boy did what he did, not twist everyone around to paint some grim picture. How she even found out about the day Vegeta, Nappa and their saibamen invaded the Earth was beyond him since most people seemed to have forgotten all about that incident. Perhaps human memory wasn't as short as he had thought.

"You're right about some things I guess" he relented, watching with dismay as a triumphant grin appeared on her face."My father was actually sent to this planet to destroy it."

"Not exactly doing a good job of it now, is he?" came Agent Tan's taunt.

"Because he fell in love with the planet." A small smile began working its way onto his face. "He found so many beautiful sights and good people that he couldn't let it be destroyed. So he defended the planet, even when its own inhabitants wouldn't." Okay, he may have left out the part on amnesia on his father's part, but Gohan liked to believe that Son Goku's travels throughout Earth helped cement his place here. That he was an immigrant defending his home rather than an ironic protector. Semantics could be debated later though. "Sure, more of his people came to finish the job, but he stood tall and proud and fought tooth and nail to keep that from happening."

"People?" She scoffed at his use of term. "You mean species don't you? More of his barbaric monstrous kind."

"There was nothing monstrous about my father!" He defended almost harshly, but quickly reined in his emotions. Losing his temper was hardly going to win her over. "He was the kindest soul to ever live - a real champion of justice and I've done my best to try and follow in his example. I haven't always succeeded, but not everyone's journey is the same. I was terrified that day, when they invaded. I was only four years old, but I still went out to the battle field and fought for the freedom and safety of the earth. And when the space tyrant that had sent them here retaliated, I stood up and fought him too. And when that abomination Cell reared his ugly head - then too, terrified as I was - I stood up and fought."

Subtly, ever so slightly Videl moved her legs uncomfortably, but Gohan didn't even notice, he was too busy shaking his head.

"But in the end what did it all earn me? Scorn from the world, six bullets to the head, and a virus that practically left my body in a state of decay."

Videl merely pursed her lips as if to say, 'yet you're still here'

Frowning, Gohan lifted his eyes to meet hers. "But you know what? That wouldn't stop my father from doing the right thing and I won't let it stop me either. I know that letting men build uranium-based weapons is not good for anyone. Blowing up crooked business men's warehouses and factories is just a small price to pay to make sure that humanity doesn't destroy itself."

Videl was preparing to dish out another sarcastic comment when Gohan abruptly rose from the chair, placing his hand on the top rail. "I know you probably have some snide remark ready to diminish these actions, but whatever it is, it won't deter me from doing what's are greedy and reckless and if I have to - I'll protect them from themselves." Swiftly he picked up the chair by hooking it to his index finger and began to walk out.

Before he opened the door, he turned around, and gave her one last look. "The only thing I regret is that there seems to be no trace left of Videl Satan inside you. I know she would have understood where I'm coming from. How sad that all that's left of her is an ice cold shadow with nothing but blood dripping from her hands."

Not even bothering to let her respond to his speech, Gohan adjusted his hold on the chair and used his other hand to open the door. Just before he stepped out he heard her call out.

"The next time you want to bore me with pointless monologues, do me a favour and bring some cigarettes with you. I could use a smoke."


Bulma as Gohan locked the door behind him, a downtrodden demeanor in his posture as he walked awy. She kept quiet as the young Saiyan proceeded down the halls at a slow pace, his failure to make a connection with the ex-heroine clearly weighing on him.

Yet Bulma didn't move from her hiding place. While she would've loved to comfort the guy, she had a few choice words she wanted to throw at a certain agent and she was just bidding her time.

Let her confidence shield her for the moment. It would be nothing but tatters when she got through with it.

Though she hadn't planned on interacting with their captive, seeing Gohan enter the cell room on one of the security cameras had caught her attention. With no clue as to what he was planning, she had linked her cell phone with the security feed to keep tabs on their conversation while she hurried to the room to make sure that nothing bad happened.a Upon hearing Gohan's closing speech and Agent Tan's sarcastic reply, Bulma had figured out what the Saiyan had been attempting.

Well, it was time for the master to step up.

Remaining where she was for a few more minutes, Bulma then made her way to the cell door. She didn't bother picking up the chair because she didn't care to get comfortable with someone that could very well snap her neck without remorse. Unlocking the door, she stepped right in and shut it behind her.

"Two visitors in one day; I must be very popular," she heard Agent Tan comment sarcastically.

Oh, so now she decides to be talkative. "Hardly," she shot back as she leaned against a nearby wall. Pulling out her cigarette carton and lighter, she pulled out a cigarette and lit it up. A glance to the agent told her the woman was completely focused on the cigarette. "I figured it was time us girls had a chat."

Bulma noted that she was slow to respond, but when she did she said "With you? What makes you think you can talk with me and I won't just use you to break out of here?"

"Because there are two 'evil aliens' in the building that can have you pinned before your third step. Bulma stated calmly. "One of them might not even let you live to see daylight, assuming that you can actually stand to be in it."

Their captive made no attempt to make a move. "At least you brought some smokes," was all she muttered.

Bulma held out the carton towards her, but then paused. "You know, I would give you a cigarette, but considering that I'm the 'bad guy' here, perhaps it's more in character that I don't give you any." Taking a drag, Bulma inhaled deeply into her lungs, and the blew out the smoke directly towards the captive. "You can just watch me as I give you second-hand smoke. Sound good?"

Agent Tan growled, but otherwise remained silent.

Placing the carton in her back pocket, Bulma then slipped her free hand into her front pocket, taking another drag of her cigarette. "You know, I watched Gohan grow up. He's a sweet kid."

"Let me guess, you have a sob story too."

Bulma shrugged. "Too many to count, but I wouldn't waste my breath on telling them to you. You're not worth it." Another drag. "But he is right. Gohan's given up a lot for this world, but you wouldn't know of it considering how thankful everyone is of his efforts—or lack there of."

"I'm crying a river here," Agent Tan retorted sarcastically. "So he fought Cell—whoop-dee-doo. That doesn't make him any less of a threat."

Bulma ignored the taunt. It was just a low blow to throw her off her game. "He only became a threat when someone decided to make him one. Though unlike you, his own uncle decided that he would make for a great killing machine at the age of four. And ever since then, he's been put into life-and-death situations. Gohan was robbed out of a childhood, much like you were robbed of adulthood."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure you don't. I did my research too, you know. Mind telling me what a secret government agency had in mind when they took a fragile teenage girl and made her an assassin? Please, enlighten me on how good of an idea that is."

Agent Tan was silent for several moments before she gritted out "I go after dangerous people. The people that have little care for life. The ones that hold entire villages hostage with fear so they can someday control everyone."

"I know, I know," Bulma interjected. "Your colleagues went after Cell when he was around and even went after the Red Ribbon Army when they were a threat. Problem is - they failed. Gohan as an eleven year old boy who stood his ground better than an entire group of trained killers. And before him, his father took down the Red Ribbon Army single-handedly. Is your boss jealous that there are people who can do what his cannot? Is that why he's targeting the very people who protect this planet?"

Again, the agent fell silent. Just from looking at her face, Bulma could tell that this woman was thinking about her boss and it didn't look like there was any love lost there. Could it be that she'd hit a nerve? That he could be that petty? Maybe? No?

Oh, her face was hardening now, Bulma observed. Apparently her boss was the type after all.. That was one nerve struck. "That's sad you know. A man lashing out at people that can do his job better. He must be a real low-life."

"I wouldn't know," she heard the agent growl lowly.

"You better know," Bulma reprimanded. "You work for him after all. It's never a good idea to not care who you work for. That's just bad policy."

"…I'll keep that in mind."

"I'm giving you pearls of wisdom here, don't toss them aside." Looking at her half-used cigarette, Bulma took another drag before dropping it to the floor. She put out the burning bud with the heel of her shoe, smudging the floor with the ash. "But then, you're a big girl aren't you? Not just anyone can kill people so willy-nilly."

"That's right I can. I take care of killers and other monsters who've committed crimes that you can't imagine. That is who the agency goes after. That is why it exists! I've already told you, I do what I do to keep people safe!"

It was the first 'real' reaction Bulma had seen out of her, still she gave her a deadpanned look. "Are you sure about that? How much do you really know about the people you were assigned to? Maybe some of them were monsters, but others? Considering how easily you just doubted your boss's motives right now, for all you know some of the people you eliminated were not 'bad' at all. Power corrupts, you just have to look at human history, and something tells me that you don't think that your boss is immune. You could have killed some really good people and never known about it."

That thought seemed to have hit the agent hard. Was this really her first time considering that option? The poor girl. Yet, Bulma wasn't going to let this new advantage go. "It wouldn't surprise me one bit if you had. I've seen all kinds of stuff being the head of a major corporation. Corporate espionage is a very deadly game."

"So deadly that you have to torture people?" Agent Tan spat back.

Oh, looks like she recovered some. There was a little bit more fight in her. "As if you haven't?" Bulma responded. "I've gone through your work history with the agency. You have quite a few occasions where you tortured people for information. Can't really call us out for something you've done on a regular basis."

Videl didn't flinch. "Oh, so I'm the bad guy now? Fact remains that you kept me in that filty room and let that sadistic, psychotic short bastard lose on me. You can't claim the high ground if you've fallen to my so-called low level."

Bulma shook her head. "I never said we were proud of doing that. In fact, we've never really done anything even remotely similar to that before you came along. You're just unhappy because it doesn't taste so good, being on the other side?"

"Oh, it's a blast. You should really try it. I'll even help you through it."

Bulma snorted, pulling out another cigarette. "I think I'll pass on that," she answered before she stuck the cigarette in her mouth and lit it up. She kept an eye on Videl, taking pleasure in the longing she spotted in her eyes - completely hypnotised by her latest cig. "Tell you what I'll do for you though. Since you've put so much time and effort into your job, I'll look into your boss for you - every little sordid detail of his life - so you can get to know him a little better."

"Pfft." Scoffed Videl. "You're going to attempt to dig up dirt on a man running an agency that isn't even known by most of the World Government itself? Okay, sure. Good luck with that."

Bulma blew out smoke before smirking at her. "I recovered information on you and most people in the world don't know you exist either." Pushing herself off the wall, she made her way to the door. "I'll let you know what I find out," she said as a farewell.

Once she was out of the cell and the door was securely locked behind her, Bulma let out a sigh. That had gone about as well as she thought it would. Reaching into her front pocket, she pulled out the tazer she'd hidden and stared at it. She hadn't even needed to use this little gadget either, though she had figured the chances were high that she would've.

All in all, she'd consider this meeting a success.


This was boring, and Videl hated being bored just as much as she hated the fact that she had no hair to cover up with - thanks to that barbaric alien. Spending days on end in a boring little room without so much as a cigarette was bordering on cruel and unusual. Unfortunately her escape options were nonexistence at the moment. That tends to happen when your captors are super-powerful aliens who have a tendency to make things go boom.

To be honest, Videl had no idea how long she had been in here. Without any way to tell when day and night was, the time spent in this place could've been weeks or months. Though since moving out of that other 'torture chamber' she'd been getting three square meals a day. Or she at least assumed it was three a day. It was the only way she could keep track of time and she wasn't going to let that small comfort out of her grasp.

Still, the least they could do was give her a deck of cards or a pack of smokes. She was going out of her mind with boredom here. The most she'd been able to accomplish was to rip out a piece of her already torn t-shit, turning it into a band that she wrapped around her forehead.

There hadn't been any conversations with these people since the Deliver-Boy and that blue-haired woman were last here. At last count, she had had eleven meals—so almost four days. Honestly, she wouldn't have minded a bit of small talk now, despite her anti-social behavior. It was ironic almost—she never talked with any of her co-workers, but now she wouldn't have minded some chit-chat, some small talk. Perhaps that's what boredom did to great minds. Heck, perhaps the agency should invest in it as a torture tech…

Wait…wait a minute there. Was this a brand new torture they were using on her? Those bastards. Those incredible, smart bastards. They were trying to break her with boredom! It was making so much sense now! Oh, she was on to them. She wasn't going to let them beat her after coming this far, no siree. She had to admit though, it was a very good attempt.

Suddenly, she heard the door's locks click, alerting her to a new visitor. Though her new realization allowed her to stare the person down as they swung the door open, a part of her couldn't help but feel relieved to finally have some contact with another person. She fully blamed being her boredom for this.

The blue-haired woman walked in, a thick folder held in the crook of her arm. It was only through pride that Videl resisted uttering the first words.

"You know, you can move around in here," the woman said in greeting. "It's not like we have the place booby trapped to keep you in that one place."

"I like it here," Videl retorted. "It's comfy. I'd recommend you find your own little spot, and never move from it."

Well, to be honest she had been moving around. Push-ups, sit-ups, basic exercises to keep her in some form of fitness. She hated idleness. Being idle made her agitated and being agitated made her hateful, so it all came full circle. Gotta love logic there. But still, she had found a pretty comfortable piece of wall and she wasn't going to give it up.

"Maybe another time," the woman answered before dropping the folder to the floor with a loud smack. Kneeling down, she then gave the file a push, causing it to slide across the floor to her. "I found this stuff on your boss. Not exactly an angel if you ask me."

Videl couldn't hold back her snort. Yeah, she could've said that much without this woman saying so. In all the years she had worked for him, he'd hovered high on the list of things she hated.

However, she didn't pick the file up immediately, opting to look at it for a few moments before looking back up at her guest. The two of them ended up staring each other down before the blue-haired woman cracked. "So, aren't you going to read it?" she ventured.

Videl shrugged her shoulders. "When I feel like it." Then with a false smile plastered onto her face, she said in a higher octave "I have a guest I have to entertain."

"Oh, so you're supposed to entertain me now?" The woman reached to her back pocket and immediately Videl's eyes focused as the woman's hand retrieved a carton of cigarettes. Oh what she would do for that glorious box of tobacco and nicotine. She could practically smell that beautiful, beautiful smell. "I hope you know how to do balloon animals. Those were always my favorite trick."

Videl continued to stare as a cigarette was placed in between the woman's lips, a lighter appearing almost out of nowhere. With a flash of movement and a click, a flame erupted out of the little lighter, setting fire to the end of the cigarette. Already the white paper was turning black, the plant leaves shriveling as they were burned. And then there was the smoke, that white cloud of smoke. Come to momma baby, she needed her smoke!

"So, you getting off?"

What? Where had that come from? Bewilderedly, Videl refocused her attention on an amused-looking blue-haired woman. Oh, that bitch. She was taunting her with that cigarette. Ugh, forget that boredom torture, all they had to do was smoke in front of her for days on end. Already she could feel her resolve breaking.

Agitated, Videl leaned forward and grabbed the file. Due to her irritability though, she had to grab at it a few times before she got a good hold. Pulling it onto her lap, she opened it up and began reading.

"About time—didn't think you'd ever open it up."

Videl scrunched up her face and mimicked the woman's words, her mouth opening and closing, but not making any sounds. She had passed cranky, and was probably teetering on depressed, so she'd take this juvenile mood and run with it - it was better than aggression under the circumstances. Withdrawal was a bitch.

After going through a few pages, it was clear to see that her boss was—as the woman had hinted in their last conversation—dirty. It seemed that twice in the past, someone had been in the position to replace him as head of agency, but each candidate had met with an unfortunate end. One mysteriously drowned while the other fell victim to a mugging gone wrong in a city park. Still, it was circumstantial at best.

Turning another page, Videl's face began to frown. This was a confidential file of one of the targets - a wasn't unusual - rouge officials could be deadly if push came to shove. This one though, she vaguely recalled that he was considered a reformer before he was killed by a sect of upset fanatics. Yet according to this the sect was just a cover for a sniper to blow his brains out.

Another page flipped and a revelation of a few more political assassinations, each one having some sort of conflict with her boss at some point in time. Hell, one of them had wanted to abolish the agency entirely, claiming that some of the targets had been innocent people.

Then came a long list of people Videl definitely remembered. Many a time when she had been called to her boss' office to receive an assignment, she'd run into these men. As she recalled, her boss was always very short with her when they left his office—she actually preferred the short explanations; it was less time spent in that guy's presence. And if she wasn't mistaken, she had actually terminated three of them personally. Their termination dockets had clearly outlined how they had plotted to overthrow the world government. From instigating vicious coup d'etats' to financing political mercenaries, Videl remembered their dockets well: the long list of innocent people that had died because of their heinous crimes and their cruel and perverse methods. Yes, this was definitely an assignment she had seen through to the end - and she'd been happy to take them out. These were the kind of men that had to be stopped before more villages lay barren in the wake of their bloodspill. And yet, she swallowed as her eyes continued to take in this information. And yet...according to this file, they'd each been heads of various government agencies. One for the 'intelligence' network, another for the world government police, and—oh dear lord—another as the head of the WWS - the bodyguard unit to the world leader himself.

The more information Videl read pertaining to other termination dockets, the more horrified she became. Sure, sure, some of the cases were legit, the targets had been a menace to the word - good riddance, but some...some should have never been on that list! Agency protocol was clear - only those guilty of taking human lives, or threatening to take human lives either directly or indirectly could make their way to the list. But what she was seeing here was just...urgh! Terminations of special interest groups, corporate espionage, insider trading - what the hell was this?

Her boss had used the agency as hired guns!

Her thick scabs began to twitch as beads began to form under the band wrapped around her forehead. No, no this couldn't be. This all had to have been manipulated by this woman to put her agency in a bad light. There was no reason to doubt the original assignment dockets she had received!

That was until she found some independent newspaper articles on each target. Since she had joined the agency, Videl lived a simple life just like any other agent. They lived in the compound (unless they were on 'assignment'), the agency was in full control of any exposure they had to the outside world. They didn't mind it - it was better to remove oneself from the possible contamination the media could bring. Having had been in the limelight in her previous life, she knew all too well the power of the media. Can you imagine an agent refusing to follow through on an assignment because they saw this and that about a certain target in the media and found themselves agreeing with their target's beliefs? Nothing would be done!

No, the assassins embraced a sheltered life, relying on the 'intelligence' agencies to bring back the correct information about who is a target and who is not. Their job - her job was to terminate.

Now Videl was starting to feel sick. She had given the agency blind faith, though despising her boss as a person, she'd placed her trust in his integrity to uphold the agency's rules. But now? Now she and the other agents were being used as tools on the side to further her boss' personal agendas. She didn't want this. She never wanted this.

Videl could feel her fury growing. That son of a bitch! How many innocents had died because of his agendas?The way she saw it, he should be number one on the agency's list and as the top agent - she should be the one to do the job. Oh, she wanted his lying, manipulative, and greedy blood on her hands.

But then what? The agency had become her whole life. What would she do after her revenge? She would have to find something else to do. But not killing - no more of that. He, would be her last job. But…the agency kind of owned her. They had ever since they pulled her out of that fire. They had raised her, trained her, and taught her to kill, the only thing she was good at. What could she even possibly do now? She practically had zero options. No, no that wasn't true. She could go to her father and then…then… who knows. At least she could finally live with him and talk with him instead of having those five minute phone calls they got to have.

But first...she would have to eliminate any ties she ever had to the agency. It's not as if they'll take the big boss' assassination lying down. She would have to take him out and convince them that 'Del Tan' had died doing it. But how?

A frontal assault wouldn't work. The agency was too powerful for that - she knew that only too well. Great, just great, she bit her lip and dug into her scalp. How was she supposed to fake her death again? She would need to cause a lot of destruction that couldnt possibly leave anyone alive - yet...get out alive. Her father could pull that off no problem, the amount of power he must possess to take out an entity like Cell must be enormous, but there was no way she was going to get him involved in this.

Wait, that was it! These aliens! They were destruction just waiting to happen! They had the same powers as Cell and her father! That Gohan or Delivery-Boy or whatever had come in with his sob stories about wanting to help her bla bla bla. He wanted Videl Satan, the champion of justice right? Well...this definitely fit into the job description but...that offer had been made a while ago now. Was the offer even still on the table? If he was a goody-too-shoe, perhaps.

Videl began to pull at the short haphazard locks in her hair. She fingered the bald patches were that alien bastard had had that golden light blade of his cut it down to the scalp. Yeah, she was growing warmer and warmer to this idea with each passing thought.

Actually, the more she thought about it, Gohan did come across as that. So if she renounces her old ways, she figured she could convince him into letting her stay here and into helping her in her 'quest for justice'.

Yeah, yeah, she was liking this more and more.

Looking up, Videl found the blue-haired woman looking at her, her eyes analyzing her every move around her burning cigarette. Hmm, she needed to convince this lady to bring Gohan here. Perhaps instead of the tough agent, she needed to go at this with a different angle.

Softening her features, Videl swallowed and said shakily "Wou…could you tell that guy…the Delivery Boy…could you get him for me? I…I think we need to talk."


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