A/N: CHAPTER 11! Beach Battle is back, people! I have had this prompt sitting around for a month, but finally picked it up! I know it's been too long, but hopefully this long chapter makes up for it somewhat.

!WARNING! THIS CHAPTER IS GOING TO GET VERY VIOLENT SO DON'T READ IF YOU'RE VERY SQEAUMISH!

Satan City Police Department:

"Hello, welcome to the Satan City Central Police Department. How can I help you?" Peering down through her small glasses, the secretary at the front desk of the police department really didn't really know what she was looking at. Shouldn't she be coming in the back way? The woman thought as her eyes ran over the girl before her.

Dressed in a rather short mini skirt, and what appeared to be a tube top, the blonde girl looked a lot more like a street walker than anyone who'd have a reason to visit the department on good terms.

Looking up through her short golden bangs, the girl scowled at her. "Really? You don't recognize me? Maybe they should just fire your ass because there is no way you can read the computer screen in front of you if you don't remember my face even with this crap on."

Her eyes growing to the size of dinner plates, the secretary suddenly realized exactly who it was she was talking to. Jumping up and saluting, she gave the daughter of Earth's champion and hero the greeting she was entitled. "Hello! Videl Satan! It is an honor to have you back here at our humble Police—"

"You can sit down; I don't need that much of a greeting." Videl grumbled. Some people really overdo it…

"Ahem, yes…well…" Nestling back into her chair, the secretary fixed her glasses to see the crime fighter better. "Umm…uh, what may I help you with, Videl?" She asked, hoping to stay on the petite girl's good side for the rest of their exchange. She's usually very polite when she comes here…I wonder what's got her so riled up?

Letting out an uncomfortable grunt as she fiddled with her blonde wig, Videl did her best to calm down. The secretary wasn't the person who deserved her ire…even if the ones that did were probably in the same building as her… "Just get me the Chief…" She groaned, her hands still deep in her golden hair, trying to sort out the strands so at least she'd be able to see out of it.

"Ummm…yes…right…" The secretary quickly picked up her phone, her finger typing several numbers into it. "You've got it, Videl."

Her violet eyes staring through the blonde hair, the young fighter new what she was planning on doing could be considered wrong…but those boys back at the school… They were going to rape Erasa…my best friend…my girlfriend…I can't even begin to calm down until I've seen them hurt…

The woman in front of her setting the phone back down on its receiver, she tried to act as calm as she could, considering who exactly she was talking to. "The Chief will be right down to see you, Videl." She gave her, her best smile.

"Good." Her orbs leaving the secretary, the girl awaited the arrival of the Chief. I hope he doesn't take his sweet time getting here… She thought. I would like to get this over with as soon as possible…

Clenching and unclenching her fists in her bare hands, Videl furrowed her eyebrows as the Chief arrived, a rather tall and portly German Shepard, the dog man smiled at the girl he immediately recognized as Satan City's favorite vigilante. "Hello there, Videl!" Closing his eyes, it was clear the cop was happy to see the girl there. "What brings you to the department?" He asked, his tail wagging behind him.

Sighing, Videl brushed some of the blonde hair out of her eyes as she spoke. "Chief…" She gazed up at him, her violet orbs determined to get what they wanted this day. "I have a favor to ask…"

His eyes opening again, the Chief realized that something had really shaken the girl up. Normally her aggression was honed, and stable. Today though he sensed something was amiss. Videl Satan didn't bear the aura of a crime fighter looking for a perp…no…she glowed with the fire of a scorn woman. His brown eyes locking with her violet ones, he nodded; knowing that whatever it was she needed, Satan City owed her it ten times over for what she'd done for it and its citizens.

"Okay." He gestured for her to follow him. "Anything you need, Videl…"

The room was warm and well lit; nothing like the cell they had previously been staying in. Looking around the room, Mike couldn't help thinking aloud as he searched for hidden cameras, not that an idiot like him would be able to sniff out police security… "I wonder where we are?..." He seemed to ask his companions and himself at the same time, neither truly giving him an answer, but rather keeping to their own roles in their shared predicament.

After what had happened back at the school; the three thugs had followed Trunks' instructions and gone to the police department. At least there, there were no glowing maniacs threatening to cut their balls off…

"WAHHH!" His hands cupping his face, John couldn't believe the situation he'd gotten himself into. "My mom's going to kill me when she sees me in here!" The man wailed, tears of woe flooding down his cheeks as he cried.

So much potential, so much pride his mom had seen and had in him over the years. A football star as far back as he could remember John had been destined for the royal league… That was until he had become friends with Mark and Tyrone… the three of them alone really weren't too bad. They would cause problems and bully those smaller than them, but never anything too extreme.

Together though? That was a whole other story… Together, the three of them were terrors…pulling down girls' skirts, groping them in the streets, not to mention all those times they had "helped" drunken girls at parties… No, when they were together, there was no good in the threesome. "We never should have listened to that Angela bitch!" John's tears continued to pour out over his ruined future. No college would want him with his record…

"You sure got that right…" Tyrone snarled. His large hand holding his right cheek, he grizzled at the image of the red headed girl; the girl who had sent them after the blonde. That fucking bitch…

"Yeah, boss…" Mark turned around to face the de facto leader of their gang. "I guess what she said really was too good to be true! I mean…we've fucked some hot bitches, but Erasa?..."

Tyrone's mind instantly going hazy at the mere mention of the blonde's name, he could not shake himself free of her. The most popular girl in school, the most curvy, the most friendly…her bubbly personality and bouncy body drew everyone to her. The things he'd do if he ever got his hands on her…

His messed up mind now moving onto what had happened…it seemed a whole lot worse than "Just too good to be true."

"No…" Standing up from his seat at the table, Tyrone let out an audible growl. "It was worse than too good to be true…" He turned to his friend. "It was way worse than that! That bitch, Angela set us up, man! She set us all up!"

John now taking his face out of his hands, he gawked at the furious man. "Wh…What?"

"Don't "what" me…" Tyrone snarled at the crying man, his rage increasing by the millisecond. "You know…damn well…what… That little fire crotch sent us after boobgirl…oh yeah…she sent us right after her…knowing…DAMN WELL! That no one would turn down the opportunity to fuck a bitch like her!" Looking over at both of his homies, Tyrone went on. "Yeah, she sent us over there…our cocks hard and hungry for pussy; we didn't stand a chance as those two lunatics attacked us!"

"Yeah! They cheap shotted all of us!" Mark chimed in, Tyrone nodding at him.

"Right! First that one…Gohan I think his name is…and then the mother fucking Gold Fighter on top of that?" He gave each of them a suspicious look. "No…that was not too good to be true…Angela set us up…"

Slamming his fists down on the table, he almost seemed to froth at the mouth as he growled. "As soon as we get out of here… I'm going to tear her up so badly she'll never be able to take even a fucking Popsicle stick down there…"

Drying his tears on his shirt, John got up from his place on the floor, walking over to stand next to his leader. "And…and what about Erasa?..." He asked. "I still really want to do her…"

Placing his heavy hand on John's shoulder, Tyrone grinned. "Don't worry, man… by the time this is all over…we'll all have fu—"

"You'll all have done what to me?" A high pitched voice chirped up from the entrance to the room. The only door slamming shut behind her; there stood the busty blonde babe of their dreams.

"Erasa?..." Mark sighed, in complete and utter disbelief at who had decided to visit them.

"Yeah!" The girl beamed happily at them, her violet eyes hidden under her blonde bangs. "It's me alright! How are you guys?"

Looking up from his friend, Tyrone felt a very proud and very arrogant smirk slide over his features. "We're doing fine…very fine…but you girl…" He let his eyes run over her petite form. Her huge breasts seemed ready to pop out of her tube top… her midriff exposed, he knew exactly how he'd hold her up as he stuck his hand up her skirt and fingered her little ass hole like no tomorrow. "You're smoking…" Giving the girl a wink as he finished his sentence, Tyrone made sure the other two men were behind him as he righted himself before the girl.

"Ooooh! You're just so nice!" Her bubbly voice sounded out from underneath her hair. Her blonde hair covered her eyes, but it was clear from how dark her cheeks were just how much she was enjoying the attention.

"Yes I am…heheheh…" Tyrone chuckled as he tried to get a better look at her body. "I'd ask what you were doing here, but…I think I know…" He smirked.

"Oh?" Her pale cheeks turning even redder, Erasa pulled her arms together, her huge boobies being squished between them as she did, the large globes almost spilling free of her tube top in the process. "I don't think you do…" She giggled, her jiggling only turning the men on even more, Mark and John already drooling at the mere sight of her.

"Oh, I know alright…" Tyrone stepped even closer to her now, his large frame bearing down on the weak maiden. "In fact, I love it! Such a clean and preppy girl like you…so nice and perky…You spend all your time with that bitch Videl and her rich father and rich friends, but at the end of the day, all you crave is what you find in the other side of town; isn't it?" He questioned, his hot breath now raking over her flesh as he leaned down before her, happily inspecting the huge bulges that were her breasts.

"Maybe…" Erasa looked away, Tyrone never once faltering though.

"No…I'm right…" He grinned. "Busty little blonde girl is thirsty for my big cock…" Getting as close to the girl as he could, Tyrone reached down, one large hand heading for an even larger globe. "Now how about you take off that top of yours and let me feel these lily white titties I've been craving?..."

The girl now backing up against the door, Tyrone put one hand over her head in a show of dominance as his bros looked on, thankful just to be spectators for what was about to happen to the trophy that was Erasa. His hand reaching down to one soft breast, his fingers tried their best to wrap around it, the hard globe standing firmly in his palm…something was wrong.

"What the fuck…" Tyrone opened his eyes in surprise as he felt Erasa's infamous rack. "You is supposed to have a real tits, what the fuck is thi—"The girl looking up at him through her blonde hair, his dark orbs locked with her violet ones… 'CRACK!'

A fist suddenly slamming into Tyrone's jaw, the man was sent flying across the room, his body slamming into the far wall, just missing both of his friends by mere inches!

"Gah…UGH! Huah!" Gasping for air, Mark and John rushed to help up their boss, the man spitting out blood from his busted lip.

"Boss! Are you okay?" Trying to get him back on his feet, the two soon stopped their efforts as they heard chucking from the other side of the room. "Huh?" The three men looking over at the source of the noise, they started to wonder if the girl really was there because she liked them…or if she wanted revenge…

"Aw….you want to see my titties?" Erasa grinned, her violet orbs staring the men down, she pulled open her tube top, a pair of oversized honey dew melons falling out onto the interrogation room floor. "Well here you go…" She chuckled as she pulled on her signature white t shirt. "I swear they're not plastic…"

"Why you little…ERGH!" Standing up on his own, Tyrone shot daggers at the blonde girl, his rage over being smacked aside by such a weakling tearing into him.

"Little?" The girl grinned as she reached for her wig. "It's not nice to insult a girl's bust size…especially considering the things I've heard about you, Tyrone…" She smirked as the blonde wig fell to the floor, her raven black hair now shining in the lights of the room. "I don't like being insulted by a pipsqueak…"

"Oh…my…Kami…" John seized up in horror. All this time! All this time it hadn't been Erasa in the room with them…it had been her best friend…Videl…

"Hey, uhhh… Miss Satan…" Mark stepped forward with one hand held up in surrender. "We really didn't mean anything we said. We were just joking around, you know? Just being…" His words started to falter as he saw the cold…unforgiving fury burning in her eyes… The fury that promised one thing and one thing only to those who saw it…pain… "Guys?…" He gulped, not knowing now what he could do to save himself, let alone his friends.

'Pootah!' Spitting out the remainder of blood in his mouth, Tyrone stood up. He'd already been beat up by one man; then nearly neutered by another…He was NOT going to add "beaten up by a girl to that list! No matter how strong she was!

"Shut the fuck up, you stupid pussies!" Tyrone shrugged off his homies as he stood alone.

"She's just a bitch, remember that!" He looked to either of them. "It doesn't matter how tough she acts, at the end of the day all she wants is a real man to fuck her in the ass like the whore she is!"

"Uhhh…right…boss…" Mark was starting to cower just as much as John was. Maybe if Tyrone wasn't so thick headed he would have realized that their fate had already been sealed the moment the girl had entered the room. No amount of bravado or groveling could help them now…

Giving John another quick glance, it was clear to Tyrone that he'd have to beat the girl alone. "Fine!" He went to move towards his opponent. "But if you motha fuckers don't help; then you don't get a piece of her pussy when I have her on her hands and knees like the bitch she is—UGAH!" A fist sliding right between his chin and chest, it felt to Tyrone like his Adam's apple had exploded! All air leaving him instantly, he collapsed to the floor, his hands clutching at his throat for air.

"AHH! TYRONE!" John screamed, his worry for his friend overtaking him, he didn't see Videl until it was too late…

"John! Behind you!" Mark yelled, pointing at the figure appearing behind the other man. Turning to face his attacker, John suddenly keeled over in pain as her hard fist buried itself within his stomach, his head lowering in agony, he left himself completely open to more punishment as Videl brought her knee up into his face, his nose being broken in several places right on impact.

"AGHHH! UAAHHHH!" Stumbling backwards, John clutched his face, blood and tears pouring down over his hands as he tried to figure out what had happened, his looks going down the drain just as quickly as his football career…

"Oh, my Kami…" Standing over the mess of a man, Videl now turned her attention to the owner of the voice. Mark's eyes opening wide in terror, he covered his face just as her foot hit him. 'Clomp!' Her shoe crashing into his chest, Videl broke at least two of Marks ribs as he was sent flying into the wall he stood against.

"Agh! You…you…bitch!" Mark screamed out in horror as John continued to cry in the background.

Standing menacingly over her second victim, Videl scowled at him as she placed one shoe on his out stretched leg, his knee directly under the sole. "I know you are…" 'CRACK!' Her foot slamming down on his knee, she broke Mark's leg, sending searing pain directly to his brain, the wound incapacitating the man from doing anything other than crying like his friend.

There… Videl sighed as she tried to think through the screams of pain in the room. That's two potential rapists down… Turning to look at Tyrone, the tall man still gasping for air on the ground, she saw the fear in his eyes as she began walking towards him. Just one to go…

"No…noooo…" The strong face of a rapist shaking before her, Videl walked until she was standing directly before the downed ring leader…his eyes huge with fear…fear he rightly held for the small girl.

"Do you understand now?" Her question caught Tyrone by surprise. He had been expecting instant pain as his cohorts had experienced but for some reason Videl was talking to him instead…

"Do I understand what?..." He looked up at her, the only one to bear witness as the cold eyes that had beaten them erupted into tears.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO BE HELPLESS!?" Videl screamed down at him, tears now streaming down her face, she gritted her teeth at the awful man, her pain coming out in full now.

Tyrone just kept on staring though; his expression telling her he was far too shocked now to answer her properly.

"On your back…" Videl sobbed. "Alone and afraid… With no one around to protect you…that's what helplessness feels like…" She locked eyes with him now, a new emotion now stirring in his. "Erasa knew…" Wiping away a tear, Videl scowled down at him. "She knew it when you and your buddies cornered her…you all made her feel like prey…like a trapped animal…YOU MADE MY ERASA THINK SHE WAS GOING TO BE RAPED!"

Her pain resounding throughout the room with her voice, Videl continued to stare at Tyrone, the man seemingly recovering his confidence despite still being unable to properly get a breath of air in. "And…cah…" Tyrone steadied himself. "And what makes you think you can keep her from being raped? Huh?" He coughed some more as Videl's shocked expression looked back at his, the arrogance of a monster pouring out over his features.

"Look at you…you're just a weak little bitch like her!" He tried to laugh, but failed as he ended up coughing instead. "What…what makes you think you can keep her from being fucked like the little blonde whore you know she is?...Huh?" He smirked at her. "No matter what happens today, I AM going to find your precious little Erasa, and when I do…" He looked her dead in the eye. "I'm going fuck her ass so hard she won't be able to walk ever again…"

Tyrone's dark, crackled laughter resonating in her ears, Videl knew just what kind of a person she was dealing with. There would be no mercy…not if Erasa was to be kept safe…not if women in general were to be kept safe… The other two weren't too bad on their own, but Tyrone? He was rotten to the core. There was only one way Videl could prevent him from carrying out his threats…

"Huhahahahahahhaaa—GUAH!" His laughter was brought to a sudden screeching halt as Tyrone felt a pressure on his crotch…

"What…the…" Looking up at Videl…the crying girl…the vengeful girl…the girl that only wanted peace…he now understood what Erasa had felt when he and his gang had cornered her…

His brown orbs locking with her reddened violet ones, the undying fires of revenge burning in them, Tyrone realized what Videl was going to do to keep him from full filling his promise… He'd brought it on himself…

"Never again…" Videl muttered. Her eyes closing shut…she slammed her foot down…

Outside the Police Department:

"So you're sure you're alright, Videl?" The Chief asked as he handed the girl another tissue, her small hand rising to turn it down.

"Yes…I'm fine…" She said slowly. Bringing her violet eyes up to look at the ambulances, their red lights flashing as the three men were loaded into them, she felt a paw land on her shoulder.

"Videl…" The Chief spoke up, her eyes now moving to meet with his. "You really did a number in there…much more than you said you would…" He gave her a stern look; it was one thing to let her rough up some criminals, but to beat three men who were yet to have done anything? It was a bit much.

"Hmmph! No less than they deserved!" Videl turned away from him, her scowl never leaving her face as she watched the ambulances depart for the hospital.

"Videl…" the Chief continued. "A broken leg, a fractured nose and two crushed…" He subconsciously held his own groin at the mere thought of the last one. "Videl, the first two will heal in time, but that third man is never going to be able to get back what you took from him in there…" His grip on her shoulder tightened.

There was silence for a moment, then the girl replied. "Have you ever considered what he would have done if I'd let him keep them?" She said, still facing away from the cop. "He wanted to rape my best friend…" Now turning back to face the Chief, she gave him a grave look. "I'm not the only one who would get angry if something horrible like that happened to Erasa…" She went on. "My Dad thinks of her as a second daughter… Do you have any idea what kind of a state that man would be in if my Father got a hold of him after he hurt her?" She asked, the Chief not replying.

"That's right…" She turned away again, tossing down her capsule; her helicopter appeared out of the smoke. "Now the next time you think I've gone too far, how about you consider how far the monsters I'm hurting would have gone!"

The Chief still watching her, a stern expression still painted on his face, he said nothing in reply as she turned on her machine, the helicopter roaring to life, she took off into the sky, leaving the Chief standing outside the station alone.

Giving her words one last thought, the Chief walked back inside, his tail not wagging anymore. "I hope you find someone to calm you down, Videl…" He mumbled to himself as he walked back into the station. "You can't do this forever…"

Flying through the clouds, Videl had left Satan City a while ago and with it, her anger, another metropolis appearing on the horizon, she smiled as she thought of reuniting with her boyfriend and girlfriend in West City. Beating the living hell out of Tyrone and his cronies had really brought up a lot of feelings within the girl. Right now all she wanted was to hold the other girl close and tell her everything was going to be alright…as long as she or Gohan were there…she'd be safe… Or maybe… The thought of getting Erasa some self-defense training crossed her mind. Yeah… Videl grinned as she flew into the city. Now there's a fun idea…

High Up in Trunks' Car:

"Hmmm…" 'Poke. Poke…Poke. Poke.' Erasa leaned into the front seats of the car, her upper body sticking up over the top as she inspected the violet-haired man, her delicate pointer finger sticking into his head every few moments.

"Hey…uhh…Erasa?" Trunks looked back in the mirror at her, just the top of her blonde head being visible due to her proximity.

"Yeah?" 'Poke. Poke.' The girl didn't really look up as she continued to mess with his head, her mind far too busy trying to enjoy the violet strands she was poking.

"Maybe you could do something other than poking me? Kinda trying to drive here…" The guy looked at her in the mirror, his eyebrow twitching with every poke.

"Huh?" The girl's blue eyes popped open. "Oh, sorry." She leaned back into her seat. "I just get kinda bored when I'm not…occupied." She grinned, shooting Gohan a cheeky glance. "Car rides can be just so dull, you know?"

"Well, what do you normally do to entertain yourself?" Trunks looked back at her again, now able to see the girl properly. As she opened her mouth though, the man couldn't help his eyes lowering; ogling her huge boobies as they bounced around under her gym shirt, no bra in sight to contain them.

"Oh, that's easy!" The blonde girl smiled. "Whenever I'm in the front with Gohan, I just reach down, unzip his pants and…"

"ERASA!" Gohan shouted, his head spinning around to give the girl a freaked out stare. He just could not believe she was saying that!

"HAHAHAHA!" Trunks laughed at his friend's reaction. "Now that's what I call honesty!" He closed his eyes for a moment while he laughed.

The other man blushing as he folded his arms over his chest, Trunks grinned as he looked over at his younger friend. "Hey, don't worry about it, Gohan." The older saiyan laughed. "Erasa is fine! With the way my girlfriend is, I doubt there's anything she can say to make me think badly of her. I mean…you would not believe the things Maron did on the ride over here!" He winked in the rear view mirror, the blonde in the back laughing with him now.

"Heheheheh!" Erasa cupped her hand over her mouth as she giggled at the purple haired man. "Now I REALLY want to meet this Maron girl!" She smiled. "She sounds a whole lot like me!"

"Erasa, what am I going to do with you?…" Gohan sighed at the blonde girl, that happy smile of hers never leaving her face even as her boyfriend looked as if she was making him wish he was never born.

"Oh…" She grinned, one blue eye fluttering shut as she winked at him. "I can think of a few things…"

Trunks' loud laughter roaring in the background, Gohan just rolled his eyes as Erasa stuck her tongue out at him. Why couldn't… His thoughts began to seep out through his mouth as he thought about his other girlfriend. "Videl have come with us?..."

"Oh, yeah! Videl!" Erasa's eyes shot open as she looked out into the clouds. "I wonder where she is…" The girl thought about her girlfriend. She hadn't thought of the violet-eyed fighter in a while; not since she had stormed off alone back at the school.

Trying his best to keep his attention on the wheel, Trunks looked into the rear view mirror at the blonde girl, his violet eyes catching her blue ones. "Videl?..." He asked, not fully recalling who that person was.

"Yeah, Videl." Gohan gave his old friend a funny look. "My other girlfriend…you just met her…" He grimaced. "Trunks! Don't tell me you've already forgotten her!?"

Thinking hard for a couple moments, the man suddenly snapped his fingers. "Videl…Oh! Videl! Yes, I remember her!" Trunks exclaimed, the image of the scowling girl coming back to his mind. "She's the other one, right? The one without the huge…" His gaze drifting back to the rear view mirror, Trunks couldn't help ogling Erasa's huge melons as they bounced around freely inside her shirt.

"Eh…heh…" His hand covering the mirror, Gohan blocked out his friend's view of his girl's rack; his eyes showing nothing short of concern for his friend. "You really have changed a lot over the years, haven't you?" He sighed, the other man just blushing at his accusation.

"Heheheh…Well you can blame that one on Maron!" Trunks pulled one arm behind his head as another loud series of laughs left his mouth, the blonde girl in the back seat laughing with him again.

"Uhhh…huh…" Rolling his eyes once more, Gohan let go of the mirror, leaning back in his seat as he thought about his other girlfriend. Videl… It had been a while since the foursome had split up back at the school and Gohan was starting to get worried, not for Videl's sake though, but for the sake of anyone she might run into! The fighter had known Erasa for far longer than he had, and now that their friendship had evolved into romance, he wasn't sure what the girl might do to someone who tried to her hurt what was hers.

"Relax, Gohan…" Trunks shot a knowing glance his friend's way. "Videl is fine. Don't worry about it. Trust me; she seems like the kind of girl that can take care of herself. No way is anything bad going to happen to her."

"Right!" Erasa chimed in from the back seat, her soft breasts squishing around her boyfriend's head as she hugged him. "Videl will be fine! You'll see, Gohan!" She smiled happily.

"But, Erasa, I still-mmmph!" The blushing boy trying his best to turn and look at her, all he could really do was wedge himself even deeper into her squishy double Es…

"Just cool it, man…" Trunks winked at his friend. "Listen to Erasa for once." He smiled as Gohan stopped moving around and just relaxed into his new head warmers. "Girls have a sixth sense for these kinds of things. You're much better off if you just listen to them and stop flipping your lid at every possible problem that arises."

No longer resisting the girl trying to hug the life out of him, Gohan gave in. "Okay…if you say so…"

"YAY!" Pulling her boyfriend back towards her, Erasa planted a wet kiss on Gohan's cheek before at long last settling back in her seat, smiling all the while. "See? You should act more like Trunks, Gohan!" The girl crossed her arms behind her head as she too relaxed in her leather seat. "He knows how to treat a girl!"

"Sure, Erasa…" Gohan couldn't help raising an eyebrow at his friend again. The altimeter said they were getting higher in the sky. Feeling a cool breeze rush by his cheeks, Gohan couldn't help thinking it was better for him to keep on worrying than acting more like Trunks.

His dark orbs moving over to his buddy, he wondered if Maron had brushed off on Trunks just a little too much…

His violet eyes staring into the rear view mirror once more, Trunks smirked at the wonders that cool air did for a girl's body… It's okay, Erasa… His smirk broadening as he noticed Gohan looking into the mirror as well, the small points sticking out of Erasa's shirt entrancing him as well. Gohan is a lot like me already…

A/N: How's that for a big return? Yes, what happened to the thugs was quite brutal, but I was feeling a bit violent today so there you go XD. Videl has finally been able to let out her pent up aggression on real targets. This is the last we'll be seeing of these guys for a while if not forever… No lemon this time, but plenty of action as well as this story's trademark Erasa fan service ;) And I know that is always appreciated. I am prompting out the next few chapters with my new beta that has helped with this chapter so I should be moving along much faster than before. So if you enjoyed this chapter and want to see more, please let me know what you liked here, or about the story thus far in a REVIEW! I would love to read them!

SHOUTOUT to Kenju for getting my blood pumping to finish this chapter! Thanks bro!