Hello again! So unfortunately for those of you who are familiar with this story these first few chapters really have nothing that needs to be changed. I struggled to write these the first time around and it's even harder to start from scratch now, so I'm going to keep them as they are. I promise there will be changes soon.

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Role Reversal

Chapter Two

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Four years earlier, three years after Cell

Bulma groaned as she exited her jet copter. She had just landed in Satan City and the closest landing spot was a decent walk away from her destination.

After de-capsulizing her vehicle and placing it back in her purse she smoothed down her crimson form-fitting dress and took a deep breath. A meeting had been arranged for her to attend which she wasn't looking the least bit forward to.

It had only been a few steps before the rain began to fall. Bulma again sighed, reaching for her umbrella. She had taken too long to get ready this morning and would not allow anything much less the weather to ruin her image.

As she walked she focused on the sound of her heels clashing against the pavement. What was she doing here? Why had she agreed to this? It was her father's fault for making her join the fine arts council. It was at his insistence that she got involved in the more charitable contributions of the company and then the other spineless members of said council had convinced her to come out to Satan City to meet with Mr. Satan himself. Apparently, the stupid oaf had managed to somehow obtain a very famous painting for his private collection and it would more than likely remain isolated in his lavish Satan City estate instead of at a public museum where it belonged.

The entirety of the situation made her sick and she wasn't sure what was worse. That out of all of the people to buy this painting, it had to be him? The guy who took credit for taking down Cell three years ago and had the gall to rename his hometown after himself? What sort of egotistical person does that?

Bulma was so lost in her own thoughts and with the darkness caused by the thick clouds, she failed to realize that someone had been following her. Taking a corner in an alleyway she was suddenly pushed face-forward against a wall, her cheek all of a sudden touching brick.

"Okay lady, put your hands up NOW!", a harsh voice told her as she felt large hands pinning her against the bricks.

"Are you fucking serious?!", she screamed as she raised her hands pressing them against the rough surface. Her umbrella had long been cast aside and the heavy rain was causing her makeup to sting in her eyes.

The assailant let go of her and snatched her handbag and began to go through it tossing contents aside.

"Oh ho! Looks like I've hit the jackpot!" The crook gleamed having found Bulma's wallet and the cash inside.

Just as Bulma was about to scream more from frustration than actual fear the sound of someone being punched came through the air. Bulma turned to see her assailant with both eyes, a really ugly slimy looking guy, hunched over. Clearly, he had been hit in the crotch.

And there was a girl standing with her arms crossed next to him glaring at him. She managed to quickly bounce back with a proper fighting stance before uppercutting his chin and sending him flying into the wall Bulma had just been close and personal with. His body slumped over, evidentially knocked out.

"Are you all right?", she asked looking up at Bulma.

Bulma blinked, having to take a second to take everything in. The person who had come to her rescue wasn't exactly what she would have expected. It was a petite girl who must have only been about ten or so. Her dark hair pulled into pigtails beneath her ears which fell down her sides. She had her hood up and was wearing baggy clothes, it wasn't the most flattering look, but having been witness to what this girl could do, Bulma wasn't going to say anything.

"Uh, yeah, I think so….", Bulma said while recomposing herself.

The two gathered her things that had been thrown about in silence.

"So um….", the girl began shyly, not making eye contact, "You're Bulma Briefs right?"

Bulma smiled sheepishly, still thrown off by the recent events, "Yes, I am. And what is your name? I owe you a lot you know.", she said smiling and gesturing towards the unconscious mugger currently snoring.

The girl now appearing equally sheepish took a second before answering, "I'm Videl Satan, Mr. Satan's daughter, I came out to look for you.", she said before looking down at her shoes.

Bulma nearly fell over. Mr. Satan had a daughter?! She had no idea. She had been under the impression that he was a bachelor and in her imagination one of the worst kinds. Not to mention this girl really didn't look anything like him.

Before letting the silence go on for too long, Bulma cleared her throat. "Oh well… it's nice to meet you Videl.", she smiled, taking her hand out.

The girl, now introduced as Videl, looked up at Bulma before smiling and shaking her hand.

"It's nice to meet you too."