Disclaimer: see part one.
Pre-reader, once again, was PsYChO, who, once again, ripped me a new one. Thanks, ya boob.
Warning! Parts eight and nine contain vivid descriptions of graphic violence. You have been warned.
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Parallel and Perpendicular
A romance/fiction story by ShaggyDiz
Chapter One: You May Think You Hate Me
Part Eight: Unfocused Agendas and Scenarios
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Begin Part Eight
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Videl raced down the hall to the main stairwell, opting to exit on the first floor instead of the roof. Energy conservation was a must for today if she wanted to take out an entire gang of thugs. Exiting from the ground level worked nicely from the second floor, and the convenient side exit made things much easier.
Climbing up past the fifth floor to the roof just to launch a jet copter was – putting it bluntly – pointless.
Of course, it all depended on where she was in school at the time. Any class above the third floor would have her take the roof. Any class below it was a ground exit.
Anything on the third floor depended on the urgency of the situation.
Today was very urgent, and her exit of school routine reflected that. Her pace was much quicker than normal, and her breathing was shallower. Everything was done on the run; from the moment she left the room until she got outside.
Even then, she wouldn't stop. After nearly kicking the doors off their hinges, she quickly ascertained the largest open spot available. More often than not, the parking lot immediately outside of the door she used had the greatest amount of space available, and today was no exception.
Clicking on the capsule, she tossed it into the air, watching it explode into her copter. She didn't wait for the smoke to clear, for she went straight for the door, knowing where it was by touch alone. Moments later, she came flying out of the smoke, pulling straight up into the air before turning and heading towards center city.
All the while, several scenarios played out in her head. She had faced several gangs in the past, and every time that she did, she always had the chief of police and several of his best men fight right by her side. Whether it was basic camaraderie among men – and woman – or just to get their hands dirty, they really didn't know. She didn't mind it either way, mostly because they were with her.
Of course, she never wanted to do this herself, or she would have a completely different view of the police. Her views were half biased as it was, seeing that the large majority of the police department would arrive late and proceed to either lounge around waiting for the cleanup duty, or just not even bother with it, noticing whether or not she was there. It would often be her and the chief taking care of the reports without any help from the so-called Donut Boys.
Today, though, she knew it would be different. She had never heard of the Blue Bloodhounds before, which she partly blamed herself for. She carried a huge disadvantage going to the bank: for all she knew, there could be twenty gunmen at the bank. Dealing with them and the general ineptness of the Satan City Police would create a more stressful situation.
That's the knowledge she carried with herself that day as she flew past the bank. She circled around, spotting a decent sized taskforce there, all with their guns drawn, aimed at the front entrances of the bank.
She smirked. Chief must of set them straight for once. Coming around once again, she landed a short distance behind the police line.
There was one scenario that Videl didn't play out as she ran up to the chief: the morbid fact that this day would change her life.
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Resuming from that unneeded interruption, the third major civilization on Earth dates back nearly six thousand years ago, Mr. Lou spoke, once again turning to the board and writing down the notes from his handwritten papers. He didn't look up to Gohan when he faced the class, for he would have reprimanded him for spacing out.
The teen, meanwhile, had been following Videl's movements since the moment the classroom door shut. Keeping track of her energy signature – something he just started doing now – he marveled at the speed she was moving at.
She's done this type of thing before. She's unconsciously moving fast and faster as she goes. Amazing!
There was still one thing that needed to be answered though, and the ones to answer that question were the two blondes sitting next to him. Pulling out a sheet of paper, he jotted down a quick question before sliding it over to Erasa.
The blonde girl looked down from her note taking, seeing the note lying next to her. She pulled it over on top of her notes before reading it.
What does Videl do?
She looked over to him, seeing that he was taking down notes as well, but glancing an occasional eye over to her. Erasa nodded and wrote down a quick response.
Volunteer police officer.
So she is a police officer but why? He went back to the paper, writing down a single word before sliding it back.
Erasa looked over to him, raising a slight eyebrow as she did. She went down to the note though, taking about a minute to write down what she thought he needed to know.
It was a minute that he would have needed the most.
She slid the note over, satisfied with what it said. Looking back to the board, she quickly resumed her note taking.
It's kinda like a volunteer fire fighter, but with the police. She's trained in a variety of tactics and gun use. She's been doing this for over three years now. Ask her personally for other info.
Slowly, the pieces began to fit together. Gohan remember the week before, when someone his mom spotted looked like the person from his dream.
The original dream black hair, petite frame he remembered it.
Videl was in his dream last night. Black hair petite frame
Videl, in real life, has black hair and a petite frame.
And she was a crime fighter.
I've been dreaming about her for two whole weeks! It's what his mind screamed several times. But why have I dreamt about her when I only met her yesterday?
More pieces fell around him, and the puzzle grew in size. He was stumped beyond reason. There had to be some sort of coincidence as to why he started dreaming about a girl.
The mall black hair petite frame
She was the one at the mall! His mind shouted, going into overdrive. And yet, as that happened, his confusion grew. Why did I dream about a girl that I caught one glimpse of and met only yesterday?
Simple and utter mass confusion reigned in his head. He had no answer to this dilemma. Unless
he whispered aloud.
He wouldn't believe the concept. So he saw the girl in the mall, dreamt about her and met her yesterday it would be more of a coincidence if anything.
Could it?
He stopped for a moment, remembering what started his whole inner rambling. Reaching out with his senses, Gohan searched for the one person that would be able to help him the most.
Damn! She's already there! He cursed himself again, realizing that he shouldn't have dwelled on his current problems. Whether or not Videl knew what she was doing, he didn't want her to get hurt.
Even he knew that the odds were against her today with the new gang.
Gohan had little time to find a way out of class. The most obvious outburst – tell Mr. Lou that he's a superhero in disguise – was stupid and laughable at best. Providing a demonstration would be even worse.
He had to get out of the room though, and he needed to get out now. That's when it hit him.
The bathroom! It was brilliant. He would go there, transform, and then fly out the window. He'd have to time everything perfectly though, to make sure no one got suspicious of his absence.
So that was his final plan: find an empty bathroom, fly out the window and be back five minutes later. He'd have to learn the various locales of the city, and he sure wouldn't go out on every single police call.
Enough thinking. Time to act.
Gohan raised his hand, gaining Mr. Lou's attention as soon as he turned from the board.
Yes Mr. Son? he asked him. Is this a question about my lecture?
Actually, it isn't. I need to go to the bathroom. He started twisting his face slightly for some added subtle effect.
I don't see a problem with it. Just try not to make a habit of it, like some people around here, he said, making pointed glares at some of the offending persons.
Thank you! Gohan shouted a little to happily. He vaulted down the stairs, grabbed the hall pass and exited the room in five seconds flat, missing the offhand comments of several of his classmates and the teacher.
He found himself outside a half a minute later, thankful that the first bathroom he found was empty. He flew straight up in the air, coming to a stop nearly a mile from the ground. where is that bank at? Gohan inquired to himself, reaching out with all of his senses towards the general direction of center city.
The sound of small arms fire reached his ears, causing him to turn his sight slightly to the left. He found what he was looking for: a three-story building sitting in front of a moderate sized skyscraper.
I can feel her she's running in SHIT!
He felt it.
Some bigger, stronger and faster
Gohan flew, hoping to get there in time.
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What's the situation chief? Videl asked, receiving a Kevlar vest from the chief.
Pretty bad. We got an unknown amount of hostages, though it's assumed that there are at least twenty scattered in small and larges groups around the building.
What about this new gang? she asked, grabbing a holster belt and strapping it around her waist.
Not much. They apparently just showed up today, robbing a small jewel store before showing up here. We managed to break into the camera system, and we found six men, all armed with automatic rifles.
At least I can't blame myself for the complete lack of knowledge on this gang. leave us with the pea shooters. She looked over to his laptop, seeing the live feed into the bank. Is this how you got an estimated count on the hostages?
He nodded. The SWAT team is running late as usual. It'll be you, me, Dip and Salsa.
Videl looked over the chief's shoulder, taking note of her usual partners for large holdups and hostage situations. Both were lean and quick footed, and while they lacked a true fighting prowess, Dip and Salsa had nerves of steel. They were always the first to the scene and always by the chief's side.
What about the Donut Boys? she asked.
They're here. I'm actually surprised that they've stayed this long already. He looked down to his video feed, flipping back and forth between cameras. They'll be gone once the SWAT arrives anyway.
Videl looked down at the assortment of clips in front of her. Rubber rounds?
If we get into the bank, then at least we won't accidentally kill a hostage. Take a few of those and a few live rounds as well. The chief cocked his gun, turning on his knees and looking through the windows of the cruiser.
All right here's the plan. Videl and I will flank on the left and try to catch them off guard at the entrance. That is our only way in and their only way out, which doesn't play to either of our favors. I want Dip and Salsa to cross into the parking lot, taking cover behind the cars that are there and draw their fire away from us. The rest of the guys here will cover your backs and make sure nothing bad happens. He glanced over to the rest of the officers there, who gave him thumbs up, though he wasn't sure whether or not it was for actual backup or if they were there just for the hell of it.
Hey chief, are we taking any flash bangs? Dip asked.
Yeah. Each of you take two and use them only when we get inside. The chief reached into the grenade case, pulling out a smoke bomb. He hooked it to his vest before looking down to Videl. You ready?
As ready as I'll ever be.
She didn't wait for the command to run. It was always a silent one, for as soon as she responded to that question, they were off and running, taking cover behind the police cars. They moved rapidly, coming upon a blind spot to the bank. There were only two cameras outside of the bank: one covering the front entrance and one covering the drive through window. Those were fixed cameras at that, giving them a slight advantage at getting close to the bank.
That was the developed strategy set by their mini-SWAT force. Videl, with her short size and excellent fighting ability, made it easy for her to attain a stealth-like movement. The chief had learned from her how to make himself smaller than he was, and also to move quietly, and soon, they were the ones instigating the main attack. Dip and Salsa were always the backing fire, covering whatever they could from separate points. They were quick on the trigger, always laying down support fire, confusing the criminals into thinking that there were more than the two of them.
It was the perfect tangent, and it worked every time. No one was ever killed or injured, for they were that efficient.
The pair came up next to the bank, looking around the corner towards the entrance. There were two men there, each carrying small automatic rifles. They had taken cover behind a pillar and a car, taking shots when they could at Dip and Salsa.
One shot to each of them Videl, the chief said, pulling back around the corner. There is only one in our line of fire. Once we knock him out, the second one should pull back, so either we get him or the other guys get him.
Videl looked around the corner briefly, making her own assumptions about the scene. I can get the guy behind the car. They're too occupied to notice us, so I can get behind this car here and take him out. We'll be fine after that.
The chief took a look again. We'll do that then. I'll lead the rush when we get to the entrance.
She nodded, and then bolted out, crouching down behind the compact vehicle. She turned around and looked over the hood, noting that the situation didn't change.
At the same time, they both took a single shot, each of their rubber bullets hitting their intended targets in the back of their necks. They both fell down in a heap, knocked out immediately by the impact of the bullets.
Two down chief, Videl whispered over, double-checking from her viewpoint.
I see. He moved along the path slowly, keeping his gun out in front of him. Videl moved up behind him, watching his back and making sure nothing did come up from behind them.
He put a hand up when they reached the entrance, motioning for a full stop. The chief looked over to Dip and Salsa, telling them to keep their positions with a simple hand motion. They complied, keeping their guns trained on the front doors.
It's going to be just me and you going in, the chief said, looking down behind him. I'm not risking anything today. You watch my back, and I'll watch yours.
he muttered, grabbing the smoke bomb from his vest and pulling out the pin. Quietly, he ran to the doors, pulling one open and tossing the bomb in, letting the lobby fill up in smoke. He pulled back to one of the pillars, taking cover behind it.
They stayed in position for a few moments, patiently awaiting the smoke to do its job. It wasn't a tear gas of any sorts, but a simple, heavy smoke. It immediately clung to the surrounding air, and it made breathing difficult. The smoke itself wasn't toxic, but it could easily cause even the strongest of individuals to go running for fresh air.
Ready Videl? the chief asked from his crotched position. She sent a nod in his direction, gripping the gun in her hands.
He made one final command, signaling the pair behind him to come up once they entered the building. He didn't wait for a confirmation, as he swiftly ran forward, pulling the door open and running in, Videl falling in behind him two seconds later.
She never entered the building, for one second before that; the chief came flying out of it. He landed on his side nearly ten feet from the entrance, unmoving as a small pool of blood formed around his head. Videl was at his side immediately, pulling him onto his back. She gasped at the sight of the chief, seeing the right side of his face covered in blood, and his jaw line snapped in two different places. He was conscious, but barely.
she cried out, trying in vain to snap him out of his shocked state. She suddenly heard footsteps approaching from behind, and as quick as she could, she turned towards the figure, letting off a quick round. It wasn't until she heard a second gun shoot that she knew she was in trouble. The bullet impacted her square in the chest, forcing her backwards onto her back. Videl was thankful for the Kevlar that protected her, but it still wasn't enough to forcibly expel all of the air in her lungs.
Well, well if it isn't the famous Videl Satan. How disappointing I expected much more from you. Videl turned to look at the figure, clutching her chest as she did, still gasping for air. Even with blurry vision, she could still tell that the man was huge. He stood nearly seven feet in height and easily weighed three hundred fifty pounds, most of it solid muscle. In his left hand he carried a shotgun like weapon, though she doubted it was one, seeing that the chamber size was too big for even twelve gauge shells. His right hand carried a standard sized nine-millimeter handgun, though visibly augmented for rapid fire.
she heard from behind. It was Salsa, standing tall behind one of the cars in the lot. His aim was straight at the man's chest, and he was shooting to kill.
I think not, the gang member said, leveling his larger weapon at Salsa. The cop took a split second to realize what kind of weapon it was before turning and running. He was on the grass two seconds later when the car exploded, sending him flying into the police barrier.
Now where is the other cop? the man questioned idly. He briefly scanned the surrounding area, quickly finding him off to his right. He quickly emptied his handgun into the car, forcing Dip into cover behind the car's engine block.
Watch the chief and his help, he addressed to a pair of men behind him. They both carried small automatic rifles, much like the first two gunmen. He soon looked down to Videl, who had still yet to recover from the short-range shot, and grinned maliciously at her. Kill them if they move I'm going to take my sweet time with this.
He strapped his rocket propelled grenade launcher to his back before bending down and lifting Videl up by the vest. She was brought up to face level, but kept at an arm's length away from the massive man.
You wouldn't believe how much of a trap this was girl, he said. His smirk grew larger with every passing second. We knew what you were going to do, and when you would do it. It's kind of like a video rental, you know? We watched you over and over again well, I didn't.
What are you rambling on about? Videl asked defiantly, her voice rough when she spoke.
You still act big and tough even when you're facing death I am truly impressed. Those idiot Red Shark members described you perfectly, though they never had you in a near death situation.
What the fuck? You two trade secrets or something?
If it were possible, his smirk grew even wider. Not really. There's hardly any connection between my gang and their gang. He pulled her in close, so that their faces were only a foot apart. We all have the same handler, and he's the one that set up this little trap today.
He tossed her on the ground roughly. He told us to stake out this bank, and we did that. He gave us the layout of the security system, and he told me to stay out of the view, cause he knew you would be able to break into it and see what was happening inside.
It was perfectly staged from the word 'go'. Fuck this shit group wasn't even formed until today. That jewel store thing was just to get your fat asses moving! There was a groan heard, and they all looked over to the chief. He was slowly stirring, though his groan was more in deep pain.
Hey boss he's waking up, the gunmen to his left said, informing him of the obvious.
I know. Keep your eye on everyone else I'll take care of this. He slipped his foot under the chief and flipped him over onto his stomach. I should just kill him, since he's the chief, he said, looking over to Videl again.
That won't work though. I'll let him live in embarrassment, over your death, and his inevitable retirement! The leader raised his foot up over the chief's back and slammed his heal down, smashing the eighth vertebrate into nothing, snapping the spinal cord right underneath it.
Videl cried out, though her voice was drowned out by the hoarse scream from the downed chief. As quickly as it started, he went quiet, passing out from the immense pain.
Damn sissy passing out that fast from something as small as that.
Videl leapt from her spot on the ground, charging fist first into the leader's face. She caught him with a straight jab and followed that up with a second one. It never reached its target, as her fist was snatched out of the air. She was left dangling in front of his turned face, and the energy her body just had had suddenly vanished from her.
He cocked his head back over, looking into her eyes. There was a thin line of blood running from his lip. That actually hurt, bitch. It's a shame I'll never get a chance to rape you. He tossed her to the side, placing his gun right between her eyes.
Last words. You have three seconds. One
He smirked. That's nice.
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He had misjudged his flight horribly, not knowing how big Satan City really was. He had the one view yesterday, but other than that, he never really knew the true depth of the city. It took him nearly a minute to reach the bank, and in that minute, everything had changed. He heard what he thought was the opening volley of bullets, and while he was flying, there was a short lull in the shooting.
That's when he felt him again.
This isn't good! Gohan kept shouting out loud. He felt it again. This time, Videl was hurt. He felt her energy fluctuate, but never cease.
It did build back up to a certain degree, but he knew it was no good. He still had to save her. She could get hurt, or even worse, killed.
And that's when he saw it.
He arrived over the bank – still three quarters of a mile up – just in time to see one of the officers get flipped over, and his back snapped in two.
He was too late. Someone suffered, and even from this distance, he heard it. He couldn't ignore it. The scream of a man in agony it burned his very being.
He snapped.
The energy burst out of him in floods, changing him into the one thing he didn't want to be when he was crime fighting. It was his fault though. He thought, and he thought, and then he acted.
He acted too late, and he thought too much.
A man was now paralyzed for his stupidity.
he shouted into the blue sky. He transformed, his golden hair blasting off the turban that hid his disguised hair. It didn't matter though. He was a Super Saiyan.
No one would recognize him now.
He looked down, discarding the glasses that covered his face. He felt it.
she's fighting back
It was in vain. He watched as she was caught, and he heard his words.
I'll never get a chance to rape you.
Even from so far up, he heard them clear as day. heartless bastard, he muttered. His blood boiled even more, and he knew that he wanted to tear this guy limb from limb. It was what he wanted. It was what he demanded.
He could taste his blood now.
He was giving in, and he knew it.
And then he looked down again, and he saw Videl harmlessly tossed aside, only to have a gun shoved right between her eyes. He heard it again.
He had three seconds. He blasted straight down, flying faster than he thought he could. He had to get there though. He had to save her.
He had to save her.
But why?
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Hammer set.
Trigger pulled.
Click.
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End Part Eight
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Pre-reader, once again, was PsYChO, who, once again, ripped me a new one. Thanks, ya boob.
Warning! Parts eight and nine contain vivid descriptions of graphic violence. You have been warned.
Parallel and Perpendicular
A romance/fiction story by ShaggyDiz
Chapter One: You May Think You Hate Me
Part Eight: Unfocused Agendas and Scenarios
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Begin Part Eight
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Climbing up past the fifth floor to the roof just to launch a jet copter was – putting it bluntly – pointless.
Of course, it all depended on where she was in school at the time. Any class above the third floor would have her take the roof. Any class below it was a ground exit.
Anything on the third floor depended on the urgency of the situation.
Today was very urgent, and her exit of school routine reflected that. Her pace was much quicker than normal, and her breathing was shallower. Everything was done on the run; from the moment she left the room until she got outside.
Even then, she wouldn't stop. After nearly kicking the doors off their hinges, she quickly ascertained the largest open spot available. More often than not, the parking lot immediately outside of the door she used had the greatest amount of space available, and today was no exception.
Clicking on the capsule, she tossed it into the air, watching it explode into her copter. She didn't wait for the smoke to clear, for she went straight for the door, knowing where it was by touch alone. Moments later, she came flying out of the smoke, pulling straight up into the air before turning and heading towards center city.
All the while, several scenarios played out in her head. She had faced several gangs in the past, and every time that she did, she always had the chief of police and several of his best men fight right by her side. Whether it was basic camaraderie among men – and woman – or just to get their hands dirty, they really didn't know. She didn't mind it either way, mostly because they were with her.
Of course, she never wanted to do this herself, or she would have a completely different view of the police. Her views were half biased as it was, seeing that the large majority of the police department would arrive late and proceed to either lounge around waiting for the cleanup duty, or just not even bother with it, noticing whether or not she was there. It would often be her and the chief taking care of the reports without any help from the so-called Donut Boys.
Today, though, she knew it would be different. She had never heard of the Blue Bloodhounds before, which she partly blamed herself for. She carried a huge disadvantage going to the bank: for all she knew, there could be twenty gunmen at the bank. Dealing with them and the general ineptness of the Satan City Police would create a more stressful situation.
That's the knowledge she carried with herself that day as she flew past the bank. She circled around, spotting a decent sized taskforce there, all with their guns drawn, aimed at the front entrances of the bank.
She smirked. Chief must of set them straight for once. Coming around once again, she landed a short distance behind the police line.
There was one scenario that Videl didn't play out as she ran up to the chief: the morbid fact that this day would change her life.
The teen, meanwhile, had been following Videl's movements since the moment the classroom door shut. Keeping track of her energy signature – something he just started doing now – he marveled at the speed she was moving at.
She's done this type of thing before. She's unconsciously moving fast and faster as she goes. Amazing!
There was still one thing that needed to be answered though, and the ones to answer that question were the two blondes sitting next to him. Pulling out a sheet of paper, he jotted down a quick question before sliding it over to Erasa.
The blonde girl looked down from her note taking, seeing the note lying next to her. She pulled it over on top of her notes before reading it.
What does Videl do?
She looked over to him, seeing that he was taking down notes as well, but glancing an occasional eye over to her. Erasa nodded and wrote down a quick response.
Volunteer police officer.
So she is a police officer but why? He went back to the paper, writing down a single word before sliding it back.
Erasa looked over to him, raising a slight eyebrow as she did. She went down to the note though, taking about a minute to write down what she thought he needed to know.
It was a minute that he would have needed the most.
She slid the note over, satisfied with what it said. Looking back to the board, she quickly resumed her note taking.
It's kinda like a volunteer fire fighter, but with the police. She's trained in a variety of tactics and gun use. She's been doing this for over three years now. Ask her personally for other info.
Slowly, the pieces began to fit together. Gohan remember the week before, when someone his mom spotted looked like the person from his dream.
The original dream black hair, petite frame he remembered it.
Videl was in his dream last night. Black hair petite frame
Videl, in real life, has black hair and a petite frame.
And she was a crime fighter.
I've been dreaming about her for two whole weeks! It's what his mind screamed several times. But why have I dreamt about her when I only met her yesterday?
More pieces fell around him, and the puzzle grew in size. He was stumped beyond reason. There had to be some sort of coincidence as to why he started dreaming about a girl.
The mall black hair petite frame
She was the one at the mall! His mind shouted, going into overdrive. And yet, as that happened, his confusion grew. Why did I dream about a girl that I caught one glimpse of and met only yesterday?
Simple and utter mass confusion reigned in his head. He had no answer to this dilemma. Unless
he whispered aloud.
He wouldn't believe the concept. So he saw the girl in the mall, dreamt about her and met her yesterday it would be more of a coincidence if anything.
Could it?
He stopped for a moment, remembering what started his whole inner rambling. Reaching out with his senses, Gohan searched for the one person that would be able to help him the most.
Damn! She's already there! He cursed himself again, realizing that he shouldn't have dwelled on his current problems. Whether or not Videl knew what she was doing, he didn't want her to get hurt.
Even he knew that the odds were against her today with the new gang.
Gohan had little time to find a way out of class. The most obvious outburst – tell Mr. Lou that he's a superhero in disguise – was stupid and laughable at best. Providing a demonstration would be even worse.
He had to get out of the room though, and he needed to get out now. That's when it hit him.
The bathroom! It was brilliant. He would go there, transform, and then fly out the window. He'd have to time everything perfectly though, to make sure no one got suspicious of his absence.
So that was his final plan: find an empty bathroom, fly out the window and be back five minutes later. He'd have to learn the various locales of the city, and he sure wouldn't go out on every single police call.
Enough thinking. Time to act.
Gohan raised his hand, gaining Mr. Lou's attention as soon as he turned from the board.
Yes Mr. Son? he asked him. Is this a question about my lecture?
Actually, it isn't. I need to go to the bathroom. He started twisting his face slightly for some added subtle effect.
I don't see a problem with it. Just try not to make a habit of it, like some people around here, he said, making pointed glares at some of the offending persons.
Thank you! Gohan shouted a little to happily. He vaulted down the stairs, grabbed the hall pass and exited the room in five seconds flat, missing the offhand comments of several of his classmates and the teacher.
He found himself outside a half a minute later, thankful that the first bathroom he found was empty. He flew straight up in the air, coming to a stop nearly a mile from the ground. where is that bank at? Gohan inquired to himself, reaching out with all of his senses towards the general direction of center city.
The sound of small arms fire reached his ears, causing him to turn his sight slightly to the left. He found what he was looking for: a three-story building sitting in front of a moderate sized skyscraper.
I can feel her she's running in SHIT!
He felt it.
Some bigger, stronger and faster
Gohan flew, hoping to get there in time.
Pretty bad. We got an unknown amount of hostages, though it's assumed that there are at least twenty scattered in small and larges groups around the building.
What about this new gang? she asked, grabbing a holster belt and strapping it around her waist.
Not much. They apparently just showed up today, robbing a small jewel store before showing up here. We managed to break into the camera system, and we found six men, all armed with automatic rifles.
At least I can't blame myself for the complete lack of knowledge on this gang. leave us with the pea shooters. She looked over to his laptop, seeing the live feed into the bank. Is this how you got an estimated count on the hostages?
He nodded. The SWAT team is running late as usual. It'll be you, me, Dip and Salsa.
Videl looked over the chief's shoulder, taking note of her usual partners for large holdups and hostage situations. Both were lean and quick footed, and while they lacked a true fighting prowess, Dip and Salsa had nerves of steel. They were always the first to the scene and always by the chief's side.
What about the Donut Boys? she asked.
They're here. I'm actually surprised that they've stayed this long already. He looked down to his video feed, flipping back and forth between cameras. They'll be gone once the SWAT arrives anyway.
Videl looked down at the assortment of clips in front of her. Rubber rounds?
If we get into the bank, then at least we won't accidentally kill a hostage. Take a few of those and a few live rounds as well. The chief cocked his gun, turning on his knees and looking through the windows of the cruiser.
All right here's the plan. Videl and I will flank on the left and try to catch them off guard at the entrance. That is our only way in and their only way out, which doesn't play to either of our favors. I want Dip and Salsa to cross into the parking lot, taking cover behind the cars that are there and draw their fire away from us. The rest of the guys here will cover your backs and make sure nothing bad happens. He glanced over to the rest of the officers there, who gave him thumbs up, though he wasn't sure whether or not it was for actual backup or if they were there just for the hell of it.
Hey chief, are we taking any flash bangs? Dip asked.
Yeah. Each of you take two and use them only when we get inside. The chief reached into the grenade case, pulling out a smoke bomb. He hooked it to his vest before looking down to Videl. You ready?
As ready as I'll ever be.
She didn't wait for the command to run. It was always a silent one, for as soon as she responded to that question, they were off and running, taking cover behind the police cars. They moved rapidly, coming upon a blind spot to the bank. There were only two cameras outside of the bank: one covering the front entrance and one covering the drive through window. Those were fixed cameras at that, giving them a slight advantage at getting close to the bank.
That was the developed strategy set by their mini-SWAT force. Videl, with her short size and excellent fighting ability, made it easy for her to attain a stealth-like movement. The chief had learned from her how to make himself smaller than he was, and also to move quietly, and soon, they were the ones instigating the main attack. Dip and Salsa were always the backing fire, covering whatever they could from separate points. They were quick on the trigger, always laying down support fire, confusing the criminals into thinking that there were more than the two of them.
It was the perfect tangent, and it worked every time. No one was ever killed or injured, for they were that efficient.
The pair came up next to the bank, looking around the corner towards the entrance. There were two men there, each carrying small automatic rifles. They had taken cover behind a pillar and a car, taking shots when they could at Dip and Salsa.
One shot to each of them Videl, the chief said, pulling back around the corner. There is only one in our line of fire. Once we knock him out, the second one should pull back, so either we get him or the other guys get him.
Videl looked around the corner briefly, making her own assumptions about the scene. I can get the guy behind the car. They're too occupied to notice us, so I can get behind this car here and take him out. We'll be fine after that.
The chief took a look again. We'll do that then. I'll lead the rush when we get to the entrance.
She nodded, and then bolted out, crouching down behind the compact vehicle. She turned around and looked over the hood, noting that the situation didn't change.
At the same time, they both took a single shot, each of their rubber bullets hitting their intended targets in the back of their necks. They both fell down in a heap, knocked out immediately by the impact of the bullets.
Two down chief, Videl whispered over, double-checking from her viewpoint.
I see. He moved along the path slowly, keeping his gun out in front of him. Videl moved up behind him, watching his back and making sure nothing did come up from behind them.
He put a hand up when they reached the entrance, motioning for a full stop. The chief looked over to Dip and Salsa, telling them to keep their positions with a simple hand motion. They complied, keeping their guns trained on the front doors.
It's going to be just me and you going in, the chief said, looking down behind him. I'm not risking anything today. You watch my back, and I'll watch yours.
he muttered, grabbing the smoke bomb from his vest and pulling out the pin. Quietly, he ran to the doors, pulling one open and tossing the bomb in, letting the lobby fill up in smoke. He pulled back to one of the pillars, taking cover behind it.
They stayed in position for a few moments, patiently awaiting the smoke to do its job. It wasn't a tear gas of any sorts, but a simple, heavy smoke. It immediately clung to the surrounding air, and it made breathing difficult. The smoke itself wasn't toxic, but it could easily cause even the strongest of individuals to go running for fresh air.
Ready Videl? the chief asked from his crotched position. She sent a nod in his direction, gripping the gun in her hands.
He made one final command, signaling the pair behind him to come up once they entered the building. He didn't wait for a confirmation, as he swiftly ran forward, pulling the door open and running in, Videl falling in behind him two seconds later.
She never entered the building, for one second before that; the chief came flying out of it. He landed on his side nearly ten feet from the entrance, unmoving as a small pool of blood formed around his head. Videl was at his side immediately, pulling him onto his back. She gasped at the sight of the chief, seeing the right side of his face covered in blood, and his jaw line snapped in two different places. He was conscious, but barely.
she cried out, trying in vain to snap him out of his shocked state. She suddenly heard footsteps approaching from behind, and as quick as she could, she turned towards the figure, letting off a quick round. It wasn't until she heard a second gun shoot that she knew she was in trouble. The bullet impacted her square in the chest, forcing her backwards onto her back. Videl was thankful for the Kevlar that protected her, but it still wasn't enough to forcibly expel all of the air in her lungs.
Well, well if it isn't the famous Videl Satan. How disappointing I expected much more from you. Videl turned to look at the figure, clutching her chest as she did, still gasping for air. Even with blurry vision, she could still tell that the man was huge. He stood nearly seven feet in height and easily weighed three hundred fifty pounds, most of it solid muscle. In his left hand he carried a shotgun like weapon, though she doubted it was one, seeing that the chamber size was too big for even twelve gauge shells. His right hand carried a standard sized nine-millimeter handgun, though visibly augmented for rapid fire.
she heard from behind. It was Salsa, standing tall behind one of the cars in the lot. His aim was straight at the man's chest, and he was shooting to kill.
I think not, the gang member said, leveling his larger weapon at Salsa. The cop took a split second to realize what kind of weapon it was before turning and running. He was on the grass two seconds later when the car exploded, sending him flying into the police barrier.
Now where is the other cop? the man questioned idly. He briefly scanned the surrounding area, quickly finding him off to his right. He quickly emptied his handgun into the car, forcing Dip into cover behind the car's engine block.
Watch the chief and his help, he addressed to a pair of men behind him. They both carried small automatic rifles, much like the first two gunmen. He soon looked down to Videl, who had still yet to recover from the short-range shot, and grinned maliciously at her. Kill them if they move I'm going to take my sweet time with this.
He strapped his rocket propelled grenade launcher to his back before bending down and lifting Videl up by the vest. She was brought up to face level, but kept at an arm's length away from the massive man.
You wouldn't believe how much of a trap this was girl, he said. His smirk grew larger with every passing second. We knew what you were going to do, and when you would do it. It's kind of like a video rental, you know? We watched you over and over again well, I didn't.
What are you rambling on about? Videl asked defiantly, her voice rough when she spoke.
You still act big and tough even when you're facing death I am truly impressed. Those idiot Red Shark members described you perfectly, though they never had you in a near death situation.
What the fuck? You two trade secrets or something?
If it were possible, his smirk grew even wider. Not really. There's hardly any connection between my gang and their gang. He pulled her in close, so that their faces were only a foot apart. We all have the same handler, and he's the one that set up this little trap today.
He tossed her on the ground roughly. He told us to stake out this bank, and we did that. He gave us the layout of the security system, and he told me to stay out of the view, cause he knew you would be able to break into it and see what was happening inside.
It was perfectly staged from the word 'go'. Fuck this shit group wasn't even formed until today. That jewel store thing was just to get your fat asses moving! There was a groan heard, and they all looked over to the chief. He was slowly stirring, though his groan was more in deep pain.
Hey boss he's waking up, the gunmen to his left said, informing him of the obvious.
I know. Keep your eye on everyone else I'll take care of this. He slipped his foot under the chief and flipped him over onto his stomach. I should just kill him, since he's the chief, he said, looking over to Videl again.
That won't work though. I'll let him live in embarrassment, over your death, and his inevitable retirement! The leader raised his foot up over the chief's back and slammed his heal down, smashing the eighth vertebrate into nothing, snapping the spinal cord right underneath it.
Videl cried out, though her voice was drowned out by the hoarse scream from the downed chief. As quickly as it started, he went quiet, passing out from the immense pain.
Damn sissy passing out that fast from something as small as that.
Videl leapt from her spot on the ground, charging fist first into the leader's face. She caught him with a straight jab and followed that up with a second one. It never reached its target, as her fist was snatched out of the air. She was left dangling in front of his turned face, and the energy her body just had had suddenly vanished from her.
He cocked his head back over, looking into her eyes. There was a thin line of blood running from his lip. That actually hurt, bitch. It's a shame I'll never get a chance to rape you. He tossed her to the side, placing his gun right between her eyes.
Last words. You have three seconds. One
He smirked. That's nice.
That's when he felt him again.
This isn't good! Gohan kept shouting out loud. He felt it again. This time, Videl was hurt. He felt her energy fluctuate, but never cease.
It did build back up to a certain degree, but he knew it was no good. He still had to save her. She could get hurt, or even worse, killed.
And that's when he saw it.
He arrived over the bank – still three quarters of a mile up – just in time to see one of the officers get flipped over, and his back snapped in two.
He was too late. Someone suffered, and even from this distance, he heard it. He couldn't ignore it. The scream of a man in agony it burned his very being.
He snapped.
The energy burst out of him in floods, changing him into the one thing he didn't want to be when he was crime fighting. It was his fault though. He thought, and he thought, and then he acted.
He acted too late, and he thought too much.
A man was now paralyzed for his stupidity.
he shouted into the blue sky. He transformed, his golden hair blasting off the turban that hid his disguised hair. It didn't matter though. He was a Super Saiyan.
No one would recognize him now.
He looked down, discarding the glasses that covered his face. He felt it.
she's fighting back
It was in vain. He watched as she was caught, and he heard his words.
I'll never get a chance to rape you.
Even from so far up, he heard them clear as day. heartless bastard, he muttered. His blood boiled even more, and he knew that he wanted to tear this guy limb from limb. It was what he wanted. It was what he demanded.
He could taste his blood now.
He was giving in, and he knew it.
And then he looked down again, and he saw Videl harmlessly tossed aside, only to have a gun shoved right between her eyes. He heard it again.
He had three seconds. He blasted straight down, flying faster than he thought he could. He had to get there though. He had to save her.
He had to save her.
But why?
Trigger pulled.
Click.
End Part Eight
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