A/N: Enjoy! Ooh! Also, as you may or may not know I am now officially on hiatus so I will be back with a lot of big updates soon!

Aragorn566: I'm sorry if it was confusing, didn't mean for it to be.

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Ethereal Messengers

Chapter Three

Videl silently strolled the streets of Satan City. It was lonely, despite all the people that crowded the busy streets. Within herself she felt dead and cold. She needed to feel alive and warm. She looked at her feet and let her beautiful black ringlets of hair fall over her face, they were badly tied up into two barely brushed pigtails.

"Hi Vid, what's up?"

Excitedly, "Vid" looked up at the owner of the familiar voice she had just heard. In front of her stood her best friend, Sharpener who she met at school in the first grade. He was ironically named after a utensil one would often find in their pencil case.

"Hey, how are you?"

"Who cares? How are you?" Sharpener asked.

Videl shrugged "Can't complain,"

"I heard about your... mum..."

"Everyone has. That's old news," Videl said looking down slightly.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"No I will not go out with you," Videl said viciously. Sharpener stepped back.

"Hey! What made you think I would do that?" he asked, acting shocked.

"You did when my grandma died,"

"I was young and didn't know any better,"

"Sure..."

"Well, uh I have to go now, I guess I'll see you later,"

Videl nodded her gaze slowly swapping to her feet.

"Yeah, bye,"

Sharpener smiled lightly and ran off to do whatever it was he had to do. Videl sighed and continued her lonely stroll through her fathers city. She looked up at the several boards with her father on it telling everyone to drive safe, to buy this, to not do that. Videl was sick and tired of the fame. It was disgusting, the press turned up at her mothers funeral and all they did was keep the camera on the coffin. She didn't want to live like this and neither did her mother, then she died, taking Videl's hopes of no fame with her. Looking on the bright side, at least she had something to remember Videl by. tears welled up in her eyes, she bit her tongue. She would always remember her mother, always

"I'm gonna kill the bastard who did this to my family, i'm gonna kill him," Videl vowed.

Videl stuck her hands in her pockets and turned around to go home. She silently swore as her watch beeped.

"Hello?" Videl asked putting her wrist watch up to her face.

"Hi Videl, we have a problem over at the convenient store, two people have been taken hostage and the people inside have guns,"

"You have guns too, can't you go in there yourselves?" Videl asked.

"Uh... well..."

"Let me guess, you and your buddies have been stuffing yourselves with doughnuts again and you can barely move because you ate too much,"

"Videl! How dare you speak to me like that!"

"It's what you always do, i'm the only one with enough guts to tell you that I noticed, I am coming by the way,"

Videl turned her watch off and made her way towards the local convenient store. She wasn't in the mood for any thing, she just wanted to be left alone.

After a short walk, Videl arrived at her destination.

"Videl, you're here! We need you to come out with all the hostages alive, there are three in there, be careful"

"Whatever," Videl ignored the chief and made her way into the electricity deprived store. Silently she walked through each and every isle, ready for any thing that jumped out at her. Her head turned quickly as she heard a noise at the entrance. Videl back-tracked to the doorway and looked around cautiously. All of a sudden, from behind the counter, came a young looking boy with an assault rifle shooting randomly at everything. He riddled all with bullets except for Videl who stood impatiently in front of him.

"I'm not in the mood for your crap, understand?"

The boy laughed heartlessly at her and attempted to shoot again. Before he could pull the trigger, Videl had knocked the gun out of his hand.

"I told you i'm not going to tolerate your shit today,"

She kicked him off his feet and spun up at him snapping his neck in the process. He hit the ground with a sickening crunch sound. Videl showed no emotion as she left his dead body behind to go beat someone else up. A sudden pang of guilt hit her stomach. What if that was a hostage? What would chief say? All because of her bad mood. Suddenly she remembered, he had a gun, why would a hostage shoot at her? Videl sighed in relief and wandered into the storage room where she presumed the rest of her 'friends' would be. As predicted, one other was in the storage room reloading his gun, she smacked him in the back of the head with a fold up chair. He instantly fell to the ground unconscious. She tipped several bottles of milk and loaves of bread on him then left through the back door. She came around to the toilets. She entered the men's toilet only to find a man taking a leak with a gun at his feet. She shook her head at how dumb he was, picked up the gun and pointed it at his head.

"Tuck it in then show me where the hostages are,"

He frantically zipped up his pants then turned around holding up his hands.

"I... I can't tell you, boss will kill me,"

"I'll kill you, tell me where they are, now!" Videl commanded.

"Okay... we never really had hostages, we were just trying to lure you in here to... to... kill you,"

"Very well," Videl pushed him down on the ground and smacked his head against the urinal until he fell to the ground in an unconscious, bloody mess. She smiled in satisfaction then left, dusting her hands. Chief handed her a towel to wipe the blood of her hands and showed her to a tap on the side of the road.

"Good job Videl, all unconscious I presume,"

"No, two unconscious, one dead,"

"One dead? What happened?"

"He tried to shoot me so I snapped his neck,"

The chief looked at her in horror.

"Videl... how about you go home now, we have it all covered,"

"Gladly,"

Videl walked away without another word. This would most likely be in the press the next morning.

-#-#-

As predicted Videl was in the newspaper.

VIDEL SATAN, A KILLER?

Sometime in the afternoon yesterday, Videl Satan was called on to protect our city once again to a local convenient store where she was notified of there being two hostages and three holding them captive inside the building. She had somehow gotten hold of a gun and shot everything in sight, after finding she missed the boy she was shooting at she snapped his neck in frustration. The others, who claim to be shot at came out with minor injuries. Continued on pg 4.

"Gohan, look at this, this is the daughter of that man Hercule,"

Gohan gritted his teeth at the mention of the name. He looked up from his miniature car model he was putting together and walked over to his mother.

"She looks so sweet, and her mother just died recently, I don't believe she did what they say she did, she probably did snap his neck but didn't use the gun," Chi Chi said to her son.

"The press always lie, Videl was probably angry over her mothers death. She was shot you know, they were probably part of the band who did it," Gohan said.

"She is very pretty, looks nothing like her father, and is hopefully nothing like him,"

Gohan nodded in agreement, hopefully she wasn't.

"Poor girl, she probably hates the fame and attention, just wants to live her own life, and having a city named after her father, I bet she can't wait till she gets married to change her name,"

"Couldn't she change it any way?" Gohan asked.

"The selfish bastard probably wouldn't let her,"

Gohan nodded "True, very true," he sat back down and continued with his model. "Where's Goten?"

"At Bulma's playing with Trunks,"

"Cool, I might go see what they are doing,"

"Okay but clean up your mess," Chi Chi ordered through a mouthful of bran muffin.

Upon his arrival at Capsule Corporation he was greeted by a sweaty Vegeta who had just been training. He seemed shorter than the last time he saw him.

"Heya Vegeta, what are you doing?"

"Nothing that concerns you brat,"

"Okay... I guess I'll go see Goten and Trunks now,"

Gohan raced away from Vegeta and into the living room where Bulma was ironing clothes.

"Hi Bulma,"

"Hi Gohan,"

Bulma hugged him tightly.

"How have you been? I haven't seen you in a while,"

"I'm okay, how about you?"

"I'm great thanks, Trunks and Goten are in one of their rooms, I'll leave you to go find them,"

Gohan nodded and made his way down the long corridor. He opened a random door and ironically found Trunks and Goten fighting in the room.

"Hey guys,"

"Hi oniisan!" Goten cried as he leapt onto his older brother.

"Hey there little bro, how you been?"

"Good, we were just fighting,"

Gohan looked down at the five year old. "Okay, cool, I'm gonna go for a walk, I'll come back to pick you up, okay?"

"Okay," instantly Goten leapt back into battle with his best friend and Gohan left through the window. He looked down as he stood on the window sill, his clothes flapped in the breeze and his hair played lightly across his face. He jumped down letting a smile cross his face with the thrill of falling. Gohan landed lightly on his feet and he calmly walked down the road. He stopped and looked at the surroundings. He was in Satan City, it never used to be called that, the name had changed after Hercule had stolen his fame. Gohan didn't mind that he didn't get the fame, he just didn't like the idea that Hercule had lied to the whole world. Cell was a terrible monster, he had killed his father and for that he payed with his life, now he was in HFIL drinking blood out of wine glasses. Gohan smiled in somewhat satisfaction, Cell got what he deserved. Gohan's head turned as a siren sounded. Something was wrong.

A/N: I've never written a toilet scene before and to tell the truth, that was pretty bad, the fact that I have never been into the men's toilet before doesn't help either. Any who, I hope you enjoyed it.

-Love Always GohanGirl7711-