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Chapter 10

'What the hell?' Videl's mind was racing after Johnson's last statement. 'What suddenly gives him the idea of an intruder? Did he ask some secret code of those guys at the front or something?'

While Videl was trying to figure out the reason behind Johnson's sudden paranoia, Johnson kept on trying to contact others through his walkie-talkie. With every failed attempt his face grew more angered and worried.

'Maybe he's right. Looks like most of his guys are unable to respond. I just hope we can also survive long enough to get out of here.'

Johnson suddenly slammed his walkie-talkie down on the desk and instead grabbed the microphone.

"If any of the guys working with me are still alive and kicking, get your asses over here NOW, just leave the goddamn punks and get over here! We got an intruder and he's been systematically taking care of all of us. And for the asshole that's infiltrated us, I'll say this; surrender now or I'll start executing kids. You got 10 seconds shit-head!"

But apparently, whoever it was that had infiltrated didn't even need 10 seconds. Almost instantly, the walkie-talkie went of again and a voice spoke up.

"My congratulations, Alpha-captain." Unlike the last time, when a small accent was still audible, the voice sounded as Videl would have expected a computer to sound. It was completely mechanical. And the voice had a very strong reaction to the CCDD-ers.

'What's up with that voice? Johnson suddenly keeps looking at the walkie-talkie with a look of… is that fear? And these other guys all seem to be strapped to the ground as well.'

Completely mesmerized by the sudden fear that had wrapped around her capturers, Videl didn't notice the door opening and 3 more CCDD soldiers rushing in. when the voice continued, they too were rooted to the ground.

"Tell me, Captain; what gave me away as an infiltrator? From what point were you on to me?"

Very carefully, almost like he was afraid it might explode upon contact; Johnson walked to the communication device and picked it up.

"Of all the people that would arrive to try and stop us, I never expected you to arrive, Commander."

'Commander?' instantly, Videl's mind caught up with what was going on. 'This is their old boss? That's why they're so afraid suddenly. Johnson did say he was the best in the world but they outnumber him 40 to one.'

"That is irrelevant, Alpha-captain. I am asking you how you discovered my presence before I intended for you to find out."

"Very simple." Johnson spoke up, while he was suddenly giving gestures to his men with his other hand. "It was because of the Pizza's."

"Explain yourself."

"Sure thing." There was something similar to pride in his voice, as if he was glad that he had outsmarted the Commander.

While Johnson was still talking to the Commander, Videl was roughly picked up by one of the men. A squeal and angry yell behind her told her the same was happening to Sharpener and Erasa.

"You see sir," Johnson was still talking into the small black box as Alpha-4 slowly opened the door. The entire group set out, guns at the ready, and nearly broke into a run.

"None of the kids in this entire school building ordered pizza."

A sharp turn, Videl was starting to see where they were going.

"I remembered that because I though it was so awkward, a bunch of teenagers and no-one eating pizza's is something that would never happen back home."

Silently running down the stairs towards the ground floor, Johnson still kept his voice even.

"Alpha-8 hardly ever called me cap'n; he usually addressed me as sir. That's what got me suspicious. And when I looked out the window I saw the perfect test to see if you were the real alpha-8 or not."

They were moving, dragging their hostages along, through a long corridor now, one Videl easily remembered. The door at the end of the corridor had a lot of light coming through it, even though it was already dark outside.

"I saw the pizza vans and knew the cops must have ordered some pizza for themselves. So I asked, and you took the bait."

Alpha-10 kicked the door open, but it were Videl, Erasa and Sharpener that were outside first. At almost the same time, Johnson threw the walkie-talkie away as the small group of armed men formed a tight circle.

"I see." The mechanical voice that had sounded from the walkie-talkie minutes before was suddenly right behind them. Videl managed to turn herself around enough to see behind her.

No-one was there.

"This reminds me once again, Alpha-captain, that one must never work with incompetent subordinates."

Videl realized where the voice was coming from when it spoke up the second time. It was above her. When she and her capturers looked up, she saw the figure that was no doubt the Commander, standing on a first floor window. Before Videl had a good look at him, the Commander jumped down and landed no 2 meters behind her.

He had crouched down as he landed, but the Commander stood up just as quickly. Looking at the strange figure that was the Commander, Videl saw that he was dressed from head to toe. Not a single piece of skin was revealed.

He wore dark blue, nearly black, boots that looked like they melted into the pants he wore. Unlike the other CCDD Soldiers, the Commander's pants weren't as tight, yet for some reason it looked much more intimidating that way. He wore a shirt that could have passed for body armor on his chest, the same dark shade of blue as his shoes and pants. Through it, she could clearly see every muscle on his body, or was it some kind of armor made to look like muscle? Videl didn't know.

His hands, the only parts of his arms that Videl could see, were covered in tight gloves; again they were colored dark blue. Strange lines were running over every one of his fingers and crept up to his wrists where Videl lost all sight of his arms behind his massive coat. He wore a large coat, resembling a rain coat. Unlike the rest of his clothes, the coat was of a midnight black. It was not buttoned or zipped tight, allowing it to flow in the winds dramatically and make him appear even larger then he was. The only thing that kept the long coat secured was a single, very big, belt secured around his waist. It was, strangely enough, clapped above all other layers of cloth, keeping the upper part of his coat in place. At the centre of the belt, the connection point, was a large golden badge, barring the CCDD insignia.

The armor-shirt continued up to his neck, right into his helmet, barring even his neck from view. The helmet itself didn't look like anything special, it looked just like a normal black motorcycle helmet, only it had 2 antenna's attached to both sides of the head. But unlike Saiyaman, whose antenna's made him look funny; with the Commander it didn't make him look funny at all. Instead the entire helmet, hiding his emotions as well as his voice, only served to make him look even more intimidating.

"What do you mean incompetent subordinates? Your own squad's failed you now?" the fear was back in Johnson's voice.

'He's trying to stall for time. But why did he leave his favorable position in the classroom anyway? Now he's surrounded by armed cops.'

"No Alpha-captain. My men have not failed me; instead it is the incompetent police force in this city that has once again failed to do its job, no matter how tiny it was."

The Commander made no effort to even try and keep quite; everyone present could hear him over the silence that had been born upon his arrival.

"And what part of your grand plan would that be commander? Failed to intercept our transmission or something?"

"No, you know as well as I do that such important tasks should not be left in incapable hands, captain. But.-"the Commander grew silent for a second as he leveled the rifle he was carrying with him and aimed it at Johnson's face, right next to Videl's.

"I have no intension whatsoever of informing you what my plan was and give you time to think of an escape route. You will surrender now or I will take you and your men out."

'This guy is insane!' Videl's mind was screaming at her. 'Doesn't he know just how likely he is to hit ME instead!'

"Hey you!" she shouted before even thinking about it. "If you shoot like that, you'll be just as likely to hit one of his hostages, namely me! Lower your gun already."

"No Miss Satan, I will not bow down to such lowly acts as this. I care only for the completion of my objective. This gun does not carry lethal bullets; you will survive a direct hit."

'So THIS is why they left the classroom.' She thought, realization dawning upon her. 'This insane moron doesn't care about anyone's lives.'

"You cops listen up!" Johnson shouted. "I'll give you all 3 seconds to aim your gun at the Commander over there. If you don't I'll assure you that you're #1 crime fighter's head will be blasted across the entire street."

Without a seconds thought, all the police officers in the street turned their guns towards the Commander.

Without even realizing it, one nasty thought popped up in Videl's head.

'That's the quickest I've ever seen them react to an order.'

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"Move it already! I'm in a hurry here!"

Never before had Hercule Satan been so frustrated about his city, the police, the school his daughter attended AND his occupation at once.

"I am gone for a few days and everything turns into complete chaos! Can't these punks do anything right without me watching their backs?" he grumbled as he pushed the gas paddle of his car even deeper, speeding up even more. He was racing through the streets at 3 times the legal speed by now and he still thought it was going to slow.

"I'm out for 3 days to compete in a tournament in France and they just HAD to go and pull a stunt like that now!?"

While he was racing, and had nearly reached his daughter's school building, Hercule reflected back on what must have surely been the fastest journey between France and Japan in his experience.

A few hours ago, at half past 3 in the morning local time, Hercule had been woken by the hotel manager in his peaceful slumber. Before he even had time to act enraged by the act of disrespect, the hotel manager had informed him of what had happened. The Japanese police had called to the hotel, claiming that Videl Satan had warned them of her school being taken over by hostage takers. The police had, in turn, been requested by Hercule to inform him if anything were to happen to his daughter.

As soon as he heard, he made arrangements for a private flight to quickly take him back to Japan, got a car ready for his travel to the school with every intension of saving his daughter and her fellow students, and was racing through the city towards her now. All together, it hadn't even taken 13 hours in total, but for Hercule it had been far too long.

Turning the corner and hitting the breaks at the same time, Hercule arrived at his daughter's school, only to bear witness to one of the strangest scene's he had ever witnessed. And in his case, that was saying something.

'Did the entire Satan City Police Force come out for this?' he wondered, swelling briefly with pride as he always did when the city's name was mentioned.

He was looking at the same scene that was currently being recorded by multiple cameras from different TV-stations. Before the school's entrance, a single man stood. His entire body was hidden in a strange suit, looking more like armor then anything else, his face guarded by a helmet and a large rifle in his hands, pointing at the group in front of him.

The group itself consisted of only 7 people; most of them wearing even bigger rifles. With the exception of 4 of them, all were wearing identical clothes and had their faces hidden by masks. Hercule could see 2 of the masked men holding blonde teenagers that he quickly recognized as Sharpener Pencil and Erasa Endara, the two best friends of his daughter. The other unmasked figure was someone he didn't recognize. A tall, muscular man with short green hair, who looked like he was holding something in front of him and was talking with the helmet figure.

'What on earth is going on?' Hercule thought, realizing that all the policemen were aiming, in fact, not at the group of people who had the hostages, but at the single person in front of them.

'Why aren't they pointing those guns at the hostage takers?'

He had just stepped out of his car, took a deep breath in preparation of a loud shout, when the green-haired men turned around a bit. Hercule could suddenly see an 8th person in the group, a person he recognized instantly. His daughter.

"VIDEL!"

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"VIDEL!"

The loud shout and hard voice could only belong to 1 person, a person Videl had almost never been happier to see or hear.

'Daddy!'

And, almost instantly, a second thought rang through her head.

'We're saved!'

As childish as it may have been, Videl couldn't help it. She had always loved her father a lot and had come to know she could rely on him. Whenever she was in too much trouble, he would always be there to help her out. Her father was unstoppable!

She turned her head a bit, freeing her mouth from Johnson's grip.

"You'd better surrender now! My Dad is here and if you don't give up now, you're all going to get it!"

Despite the childish sound it would no doubt have, Videl gave a triumphant look at Johnson, expecting to see him nearly in tears at the sight of her father as his enemy. What she saw shattered her triumphant look.

Johnson had not even looked at her father yet; his eyes were still focused on the Commander. He had not even turned away when her father had yelled.

"It would seem this is turning into quite a crowded show." The Commander spoke up, his rifle still aiming towards them, no fear evident at the hundreds of guns pointed at him.

"Yeah." Was all Johnson said. And then, as if he had only just heard Videl's words, he spoke up to her.

"Missy, I would be overjoyed to have your father as my enemy if that would mean the Commander would leave. But it's not going to work that way is it!"

"Wha…"

'That's not right! No-one wants to fight my dad, he's the most dangerous opponent in the world! He defeated Cell for crying out loud!'

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Johnson was feeling the cold sweat dropping down his back, the hairs in his neck standing on end. He tried to keep the fear from his face and voice, but he was in a serious predicament. The Commander was standing in front of him, the Satan City Police Force behind him, though he had them under control, locking him in. Besides that he was also facing the wrath of the Hercule Satan, the undefeated World Champion of Martial Arts, a fighter on the same level or even higher then the Commander. And to top it all off, he was pretty sure that more CCDD personal were in the area, waiting for a moment to strike.

'Shit. Shit, shit SHIT!' this was supposed to be such an easy job! Just get in, announce it to the world and get 1 damn kid. That old nut-case said there would be nothing too it! Why did the CCDD have to get involved in all this?'

And then, suddenly, an idea dawned to him.

'The Commander does always work alone, other CCDD-ers would just get in his way, but he always has an entire squad with him on missions. That'll be my ticket out of this mess! But the Commander will never listen to me; I'll have to force my hand through!'

"You Cops and everyone else listen up!" he shouted, his eyes never leaving the Commander. "This guy has an entire team with him, and the police must have been informed of where they arrived. Get your asses over there and bring me the bikes they arrived on! If you don't bring them here in 5 minutes, Miss Satan here will be a wall decoration!"

The sudden outburst of movement behind him, said enough. The entire police force was moving to get him those bikes.

"And by the way, Hercule," he added, quickly remembering that the champ was present as well. "If you get any closer then that, you will be seeing the insides of your daughter's head, so don't move!"

And somewhere behind her, Videl heard her father say the words he should never have to say, the words she couldn't believe she was hearing out of his mouth.

"Alright, you win."

A/N:

Chappy 10 done, the Commander has finally been revealed at long last. And a bit of Hercule as well. Now before people start flaming me about Hercule inspiring fear in Johnson, or Videl relying on him, remember that he IS the ruling world champion for 7 years in a row, probably longer since he was also the champ when he fought Cell. He is a powerful fighter in his own right, just nowhere near the level of the Z-fighters or their enemies. And he loves the media, but I think that Hercule would love his family more, as shown through various scenes in the anime.

And in a response to A-man(an anonymous reviewer); the reason that the CCDD still exists, even after Bulma has been married to Vegeta will be explained in Chapter 12, so sit tight for a while and you'll find out. And as for Gohan's sudden weakness… it will be revealed with time.

Now if you have read that all; flame/review away.

And, as always, thanks to my beta's Zephyr-Tai-Ji, IllusionSky and Mirrors of Illusion. Be sure to check out their stories as well.

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