A/N – Hey Crunked up Gohan, this is for you, who smacked me with a fish until I updated. I won't get into the excuses I gave. ; ) Oh, but I would love to rant about the ban on NC-17. This place should be called fanfictionreaders.net. Who cares about creativity? Eh? Anyway, I will try an update more often, but no promises. As long as I'm on this &@(^#@ up schedule, I can't guarantee anything.
Chapter 3 – Hiding Away
After a metric ton of food was devoured by the two Saiyans, Videl was introduced to several fighters. Among which was a curious humanoid male.
From her diplomatic and sociology lessons, she recognized his species as Devoroy, from the planet Huro. They were peaceable and generous, providing food and board for passing travelers in dire need. Refugees were accepted as well, providing workers for the abundant agriculture and manufacturing markets.
The Devoroys were tall and slender, with pale blue skin and red freckles over their entire length. Long, dark blue, well-kept hair signified an aristocratic lifestyle, yet lower classed citizens and workers grew out their locks and the practice was accepted.
The particular Devoroy Videl was looking at was probably of noble blood, as she was. He was introduced as Sill MacBendt, and immediately, Videl recognized the name.
"Prince Sill," she breathed, "An honor to meet you again."
The prince bowed low, a sign of respect, "I doubted if you would remember me, much less my name. My fears were obviously wanton. We have not seen each other since childhood, Milady, and my status has been raised to King."
"My apologies, King Sill," she bowed as she spoke.
"No need, Princess Videl," he approached and rested his hand upon her shoulder, "You may call me Sill."
"Likewise, you may call me Videl," Videl replied as a blush rose inside.
She hoped it hadn't shown on her face, but Sill smiled knowingly.
Over the next weeks, Videl trained with the group, pushing her body past her supposed limits and gaining strength beyond her wildest dreams. She flew faster, punched harder, and aimed chi blasts more accurately. Watching Goku transform to Super Saiyan as Gohan had gave her chills; remembering her short moments with her lost lover. It was only when she rested that the sadness would ache inside of her, and tears would slip past her eyelids. Training was time well spent; toning her muscles and occupying her mind.
So Videl trained as often as she could.
More and more often, Sill talked to Videl during their free time. She told him of the events that surrounded her final years, from the trip to Earth, to the death of the dragon. She left out Gohan's name and presence, and told Sill she had been killed fighting the dragon.
"Severe injuries ended my life," she finished.
Sill was quiet for a long moment before he spoke, "Your... Mother was not happy with you during the fight. Why was she angry?"
Sheer curiosity kept her blood from running cold, "How did you know that?"
He smiled, "Well I didn't. But I do now. I could sense a great emotional disturbance from Pandova. I knew a very strong will was upset, but I could not pinpoint it."
Videl knew she could not hide, "Very well. I made a decision that my mother did not agree with. I marked my love upon a man."
Sill was quiet again, "You did love him?"
"Of course," she sniffed, "Why
would I have done it in the first place?"
"Because you were marked first," he answered, "But I don't understand; following in another's footsteps was something you never did."
"That's absurd," she barked, "Bonding is a sacred tradition long put aside by my people. It's a wonderful link with your life mate."
Sill nodded. Videl could tell he didn't believe her.
"Lady Videl, rest your body," he said softly, "Leave your soul at peace. Your true love will always remain in your heart."
Videl watched him leave as she rested against the soft grass. Sleep claimed her soon after.