Disclaimer: Yes, I do own Dragonballz. *Snorts* Yeah right. I wish.

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A/N: Well, this is my first G/V. Actually, it isn't but it's the first I'm posting. Hope you like!

~Thoughts of a young Satan~

BAM!

WHAM!!

Satan Videl, daughter of the World Champion Hercule, and the only remaining survivor of her family, vented her frustrations on the helpless punching bag. Imagining the sand-filled sack as the head of a saiyajin, Videl delivered a swift punch that sent the bag flying across the small apartment room, no longer in one piece.

The young teen breathed deeply, attempting to calm her nerves. This was rather hard to do, which is quite understandable if one was forced to live in hiding and driven to steal food and other necessities. Being one of the few humans not serving the Saiyajins, she was forced to hide. For perhaps the millionth time since Videl could remember, she found herself wishing life weren't so. . .she clenched her teeth in tightly controlled rage, the memory of the last day of happiness fresh in her mind. The day her life practically ended. The day the Saiyajins had arrived, taking over her home planet, destroying everything she held dear and enjoying every minute of it.

*Flashback*

11-year-old Videl gaily ran, happily giggling in bliss. She shrieked louder in laughter as she felt strong arms snatch her from the ground, mercilessly tickling her ribs.

"D-daddy, hahaaheehe, s-s-stop!!!"

The rather ridiculous face of Hercule Satan broke into a wide, goofy grin. "Hey, sweetpea, where're ya off to? Mind doing daddy a little favor?"

"Okay, daddy!" The cute face of the little girl broke into a mock scowl. "But don't call me sweetpea!"

The deep-throated chuckle of the World Champion rang out through the air. "Okay, honeybuns. Anyway, think you can run to the store with ol' Miyagi (the chauffeur) and pick up my new gi I ordered? Daddy can't go, he needs to continue teaching my class. Think you can do that for me, Videl?"

"Sure, Daddy!"

Videl ran to their expensive looking car and jumped in, giving the old driver a bit of a fright. She rolled down the window and waved to her father.

That was the last time she saw him alive.

When Videl returned with her father's gi, she nearly fainted from shock. The poor old chauffer actually did. Her house- her beautiful house- was ruined. No, not just ruined. Completely obliterated. As if a bomb had been dropped.

Dropping the gi, the young girl ran screaming to where her house used to stand. "Daaaaaaaddy!!!!"

"Daddy! DADDY, WHERE ARE YOU?? DADDY!!"

Videl stopped, spotting what looked like an afro buried under the rubble.

"Daddy! Zat you?"

Frantically, she pushed away the rocks and debris, hoping against hope it was her father, alive. She breathed in relief as she saw the open eyes of her father's face.

Then she stopped as she realized.her eyes widening in horror.her father had been reduced to nothing but a bloody head. Nothing more.

*End Flashback*

A few years ago, tears would have come to Videl's eyes at the memory. Now her only reaction was a rush of desired revenge. Revenge on the Saiyajins who she later found out were the ones to ruin her life. Now, Videl was no longer what a typical teenager should be, or as typical as you can get when your planet is taken over by aliens. Her heart had slowly began to freeze, little by little ever since the day she found the head of her father in the rubble of her house. Now, she no longer felt what she used to. The only feeling she truly held was revenge, even though she knew she couldn't gain it. The Saiyajins were too strong to defeat by human standards, and she knew it. Not in a million years, she wouldn't dare hope that the training that now made up her life would match up to a Saiyajin's. But she still held onto a small chance that someone. . .anybody. . .

Videl snorted. Who was she kidding? No one could defeat the powerful warrior race. It wasn't very likely. . .damn near impossible. *She* was the strongest human on the planet. She knew, thanks to the Ki training she had begun to put herself through a year ago. A very useful field to study indeed. . .ki-reading, ki-suppression, ki-blasts, flying, etc. Videl had the Saiyajins to thank for this actually.

After this little bit of musings, Videl decided to take a walk. Rather foolish, but the teen knew how to take care of herself. . .Videl wasn't quite the modest type, and she wouldn't hesitate to admit that she could probably hold out on her own against a Saiyajin for a small bit of time. Which she could.

Stepping out from her *very* shabby apartment, Videl breathed in the fresh air, ignoring the stench rising from her sweaty body after her workout. She had stressed her brain out quite a bit, and Videl was determined to enjoy her well-deserved break.

Enjoying the rare moment of relaxation, Videl appreciatively admired the scenery. . .a place the Saiyajins hadn't blasted away yet. Beautiful trees, the calm serene atmosphere, if it weren't for her situation, Videl would just have loved to lie down and just enjoy the scenery of the majestic forest.

Suddenly, Videl tensed. 'A faint ki. . .nearby. Too weak to be a Saiyajin. . .but it doesn't feel human. Is it a Saiyajin suppressing his ki?' She thought. Instinctively, Videl suppressed her own ki nearly down to nothing. Her sharp, well-developed hearing picked up a soft whimper, barely audible to even her good hearing. 'He- or she- is close.'

Against her better judgment, Videl crept to her left where the sound had come from. She pressed her back firmly against a wide tree and very cautiously peered around it.

The teen's eyes slightly widened at the sight before her eyes. 'What the hell. . .?!?!'