The Last of the Saiyans
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. Heck, I didn't even like it until this last year.
Z Truth:
The girl, her social conscience stung, got control of herself, looked around again and returned to her first question, "What happened here?"
"Vegita," a thin voice said then spoke again, stronger this time, "Vegita did it." Then Bulma turned and sobbed into Yamcha's shirt.
"I never did trust him," he said as he rubbed her back.
"Yeah, I always knew one day he'd crack," Oolong commented snidely.
"You're wrong!" Bulma pushed the ballplayer away from her. "Something made him do it!" she spat.
A pair of hands spun her around and shook her. "Tell me what happened!" Videl commanded, her eyes snapping.
"They just showed up- Vegeta, Goku, Gohan and the purple one.."
"Shin."
Bulma nodded, reciting numbly, "Yes. It was after the final fight but before the awards ceremony, they just appeared out of nowhere. We could tell they had been fighting- you don't know how beautiful strength is until you've seen a Saiyan powered up." She said the last with a sigh and a wisp of a smile she shared with ChiChi. Then she continued seriously, "There was something wrong, they didn't start one of their usual fights. Vegeta just fired a blast at Goku.." she stopped with a sob.
Then Yamcha continued, "I haven't seen Vegeta so ruthless since he first came to Earth. Goku held it back as long as he could, but it was too strong even for him. It blew out one side of the arena. Goku and Gohan were talking to him. We don't know what they were saying, but it seemed like Vegeta was challenging Goku and they didn't want to fight him," he said confused.
"Until that crazy Saiyan Prince blew up the other side of the arena! Then they disappeared again and that was all we knew until you showed up, Videl." ChiChi finished tiredly.
The young woman looked around at the worried faces of Gohan's mother and friends and took charge. "Look, it's been a long day. Why don't you guys follow me to the ready area to rest and have something to eat until someone comes back with some news." The relieved group let her lead them behind the arena where she ordered a couple of the monks to bring food then she left them saying, "I've got to go talk to my dad. I'll have a watch put on for anyone else returning."
Videl, used to the recognition and civil respect that Vegeta dreamed of, tread the hallways to her father's dressing room, giving orders to set a watch, received updates the situation and glared at the fans and reporters camped out by the doors. "Don't you guys have a life? Get lost!" she growled. As they scrambled to comply, she stopped the photographers, "Do any of you have a tape of the men that caused the destruction? I need it for investigation."
"S-sure, Videl." One of the men tremblingly handed her a video.
"Thanks," she said curtly as she entered the dressing room. "Dad?"
"What did I say about both .." a massive roar met her, "Oh, Videl, sweetpea! Are you all right?" Large hands grabbed her and held her close to a burly chest for a hug then held her out for examination. "Are you hurt? Did that boy take advantage of you?" Hercule asked anxiously.
"DAD! No! I'm fine." Briefly, she returned the hug then squirmed out of his hold in protest. "Dad, we have to talk."
"Hey, did you hear that I won the Championship again?" he boomed, trying to distract her, "Ha! Your dad is the greatest!"
"DAD! We need to talk about those fighters, the ones that blew up the stadium.." she paused as Hercule got a panicked look on his face and his eyes darted around the room. "..and the ones who fought Cell," she concluded, walking over and inserting the video in the player. "And I want the truth, now!"
In the face of his resolute daughter, the so-called champion slumped in a chair in defeat.
AN: Unlike most fics, I think Videl really does like her father and Hercule does have some good points. Hey, nobody's perfect (look at Master Roshi, Vegeta, ChiChi,..um, I think I'll stop now)
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. Heck, I didn't even like it until this last year.
Z Truth:
The girl, her social conscience stung, got control of herself, looked around again and returned to her first question, "What happened here?"
"Vegita," a thin voice said then spoke again, stronger this time, "Vegita did it." Then Bulma turned and sobbed into Yamcha's shirt.
"I never did trust him," he said as he rubbed her back.
"Yeah, I always knew one day he'd crack," Oolong commented snidely.
"You're wrong!" Bulma pushed the ballplayer away from her. "Something made him do it!" she spat.
A pair of hands spun her around and shook her. "Tell me what happened!" Videl commanded, her eyes snapping.
"They just showed up- Vegeta, Goku, Gohan and the purple one.."
"Shin."
Bulma nodded, reciting numbly, "Yes. It was after the final fight but before the awards ceremony, they just appeared out of nowhere. We could tell they had been fighting- you don't know how beautiful strength is until you've seen a Saiyan powered up." She said the last with a sigh and a wisp of a smile she shared with ChiChi. Then she continued seriously, "There was something wrong, they didn't start one of their usual fights. Vegeta just fired a blast at Goku.." she stopped with a sob.
Then Yamcha continued, "I haven't seen Vegeta so ruthless since he first came to Earth. Goku held it back as long as he could, but it was too strong even for him. It blew out one side of the arena. Goku and Gohan were talking to him. We don't know what they were saying, but it seemed like Vegeta was challenging Goku and they didn't want to fight him," he said confused.
"Until that crazy Saiyan Prince blew up the other side of the arena! Then they disappeared again and that was all we knew until you showed up, Videl." ChiChi finished tiredly.
The young woman looked around at the worried faces of Gohan's mother and friends and took charge. "Look, it's been a long day. Why don't you guys follow me to the ready area to rest and have something to eat until someone comes back with some news." The relieved group let her lead them behind the arena where she ordered a couple of the monks to bring food then she left them saying, "I've got to go talk to my dad. I'll have a watch put on for anyone else returning."
Videl, used to the recognition and civil respect that Vegeta dreamed of, tread the hallways to her father's dressing room, giving orders to set a watch, received updates the situation and glared at the fans and reporters camped out by the doors. "Don't you guys have a life? Get lost!" she growled. As they scrambled to comply, she stopped the photographers, "Do any of you have a tape of the men that caused the destruction? I need it for investigation."
"S-sure, Videl." One of the men tremblingly handed her a video.
"Thanks," she said curtly as she entered the dressing room. "Dad?"
"What did I say about both .." a massive roar met her, "Oh, Videl, sweetpea! Are you all right?" Large hands grabbed her and held her close to a burly chest for a hug then held her out for examination. "Are you hurt? Did that boy take advantage of you?" Hercule asked anxiously.
"DAD! No! I'm fine." Briefly, she returned the hug then squirmed out of his hold in protest. "Dad, we have to talk."
"Hey, did you hear that I won the Championship again?" he boomed, trying to distract her, "Ha! Your dad is the greatest!"
"DAD! We need to talk about those fighters, the ones that blew up the stadium.." she paused as Hercule got a panicked look on his face and his eyes darted around the room. "..and the ones who fought Cell," she concluded, walking over and inserting the video in the player. "And I want the truth, now!"
In the face of his resolute daughter, the so-called champion slumped in a chair in defeat.
AN: Unlike most fics, I think Videl really does like her father and Hercule does have some good points. Hey, nobody's perfect (look at Master Roshi, Vegeta, ChiChi,..um, I think I'll stop now)