Yes, it's short…but hopefully, like last time, I'll get a few chapters posted in the next day or day ½. Forgive my ignorance but isn't death's messenger the Grim Riper…?…
Gohan barely registered that Videl had left the classroom; he was trying to convey the message to the professor that he was paying attention to her.
About a half hour later, he felt a little twinge of pain, it wasn't painful, just irritating and his eyebrow twitched. He was slightly irritated but focused once more on his professor.
Ten minutes later, he felt it again; it was slightly more irritating and lasted a few seconds longer. He felt it near his heart, oddly enough. Sometimes a nerve acts up, but like this and near his heart? It just didn't make any sense to Gohan. A slight frown appeared on his face. 'What is this?' He asked himself, slightly annoyed.
"I always feel great…unless I train for hours or I'm fighting a mad-man or something…or when I'm really upset and think about my father…however, I've just been focusing on my teacher…'
Gohan was slightly perplexed…
'I hate this.' Videl told herself. 'I hate being the center of attention.' She said to herself while standing outside the classroom. She then looked down at her bandaged left hand and frowned. 'It shouldn't bother me this much.' She mused. Usually injuries like this didn't sting as much. 'I'm lucky the bastard didn't sever my finger off.' She thought.
Some dumb twenty year olds were holding up a convenience store. When she confronted them, they charged her, and she fought them off. She wasn't allowed to have a gun; it was her father's rule and not the departments. He would always tell her that she never needed one or what would people think of her using such a dirty, horrible weapon?
When they ganged up on her, someone got a few swipes in his knife. Being erratic idiots and all, the tips of her middle fingers were cut, only fairly deeply, but she doubted that she needed any stitches.
'I bleed, Papa.' She thought angrily, but then it melted into a brief twinge of sadness.
'I'm human, after all. I'm not the Devine being that a lot of people think that I am.'
She couldn't understand why her father expected her to be practically immortal. 'I'll be killed one day for sure…unless there's…no…no way, there's no way to fight better, to get stronger, to be a better fighter overall.'
Her eyes widened and her eyes clouded up at the prospect of being almost super-human…to be much quicker, much stronger…inhuman.
Videl glanced down at her hand and felt the anger bite her again, although it was playing tug of war with the feeling of sadness and that her father didn't seem to mind that she was playing poker with the Grim Riper on any given day.
However, feeling of being upset hardly occurred to her. Her only emotion was anger, always anger. 'Should I feel anything other than anger?' She inquired of herself. 'Everyone's hurt me so badly.' She told herself. 'Anger is the only thing I should feel,' she decided.
Still having a dash of melancholy, Videl shook her head, grit her teeth and told herself to quickly get over the inward sense of humiliation that she'll feel once everyone's eyes fall upon her.
Raising her eyes skyward as if Asking Dende for guidance, she grabbed the doorknob, and pushed the door open.
TBC