Disclaimer: I'm only saiyan this once... I don't own anything DBZ related,
except this plot.
Authors note: Hey everyone. If you're reading this, which I suspect few people are, you will soon learn that this is my first fic posted onto ff.net. This is my first fic I've posted. I have another in the works also but I'm going to finish this one before doing too much more on the other.
'The Hated' "Speech" 'Thoughts' *Bond*
Chapter 1
A raven-haired girl burst into her room, streams of tears running down her face and the fires of rage burning in her eyes. Her mouth set in a straight line.
A dark cloud of hate shrouded her vision, 'How could they! I hate them!'
Looking around, she picked up a lamp from the bedside table and through it at a top corner of her room. The lampshade tore and fell to the ground while the bulb and clay shattered.
A large dent formed where she punched the wall. She let out an enraged yell as another was made.
Going back to the table she picked up a picture and was about to through it when she realised what it was. It landed safely on the bed. The table did not land safely outside her now shattered window. Her shelves soon joined it.
She moved on to her bathroom. Her fists now bled from the cuts that the shards of the mirror had made when it broke. A small black device lay among the shards, close to the wall. She didn't see it.
She wiped her eyes. The tears, still flowing from her eyes, mixed with the blood on her hands. 'They dare to come into MY room! I will kill them once I find out who did it!'
Ignoring the pain in her hands, from the cuts the mirror had caused, she put her fist through the glass of the door on the shower. She grabbed the silver metal that kept the shower together, and ripped it off. The glass fragments still attached to it cutting deep into her skin.
She clutched it tighter as she swung it at the wall, leaving a large gash in the paint. She swung again. Pieces of the toilet now lay on the tiled floor, water leaking from where they were before. Another black device slid down the side of the toilet and into the water.
She stumbled back into her room. Exhausted by her effort. Physically exhausted from her emotions.
She fell onto the bed and wept. Holding the picture close to her until she fell asleep.
~~~~~~~
Normally they stood a distance off, scared of her. Normally they only glanced at her and her baggy clothes. Normally she was alone.
This wasn't normal.
They were watching her. From the moment she entered the class late. They all were whispering. They all were watching. And all the males were leering.
She tried to ignore them and went to her seat, but they still watched. Even as the teacher lectured, they watched. Their eyes burning holes into her. Their eyes looking through her. Her clothes anyways. But she did not know this, and just tried to ignore them.
They certainly didn't ignore her. As she went to her next period they watched, stared, leered. As she passed all eyes were on her. And they stayed on her even after she passed.
And they grinned, the males did, the females just stuck up their noses as if she was something disgusting and was below them. The grins of the males were large and obvious. They all knew what they were grinning at. And they all agreed, through their grins, that they liked it.
This continued all day and she was starting to get scared of it. Sure she was an awesome fighter, but even she couldn't bash the skulls of the entire male populace of her school.
Finally at the end of the day someone talked to her. Not someone she wanted to talk to though. It was Angela, the school gossip. She was the very definition of bitch.
She tried to walk faster; she wanted to get away from this school. And the leering eyes.
"Hey tomboy! It seems your more female than we had thought!"
"Fuck off Angela."
She continued walking.
"How does it feel, to know every guy in the school is undressing you with their eyes? That every guy in the school wants to rip off your clothes and fuck you until your dead?"
She stopped.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
Angela had a mock shocked look on her face and gasped.
"What? You didn't know! Haha! Am I ever glad I am going to be the one to tell you! Well let me fill you in on the rest of it. They've all seen the pictures."
"What pictures!"
"The ones on the Internet. It's all over the porn sites. I heard it from some guys. 'Exclusive! Daughter of Mr. Satan Nude!'," she made hand gestures as she talked as if imagining the words in front of her and waving her hands over it. "So how does it fell? Now knowing that the all want to rape your brains out? You'll be like the slut you are... just like your dear dead mother."
She had a smug look on her face. She knew she had won.
But she soon found herself on the ground with an incredible pain in her arm, where constant pressure was being applied.
The crowd that had gathered cheered, hoping to see a cat fight. They were laughing as they watched. Most still leering.
In a cold whisper Videl spoke.
"Never speak of my mother!"
Through the pain and in spite, Angela laughed at her.
There was no hesitation in Videl's actions as Angela's arm brutally broke. And she did not hesitate to run; she couldn't stand being there anymore. Not now that she knew why they were watching. She just had to get away.
~~~~~~~
The chill bite of the cold air woke Videl from her fitful slumber. The breeze was coming in from the broken window.
She looked around at the mess she had made. Noticing how certain things were untouched, anything that was a reminder of her mother. And anything even remotely related to her father was now indiscernible.
'What did I do to deserve this life? Being famous and all, I hate being famous. All the reporters, and the people trying to pry into my life. They wouldn't be there if my dear father weren't famous. I hate them.'
Her walls were beaten, paint coming off in small flakes in the breeze. Any furniture that she could lift was nowhere near where it had been. Some was missing. Her memories of doing all this were very fuzzy.
'And those guys at school. Perverted bastards. Staring at me all day, all because of that bastard that took pictures of me. They all think I'm some kind of slut now.
She got up and made her way over to the balcony. Her feet getting cut from the broken glass of the windows and doors she had broken. She opened the sliding door to her balcony, more out of habit then necessity; she could have just as easily stepped through.
The stone of the balcony was cold against her feet, and the breeze made her hug herself to keep some warmth.
The trees waved back and forth over the clear sky.
'I wish I wasn't alone, that I had someone to talk to. Instead of having to go through the whole day not saying a word, and people staying away from me...'
Looking up, she picked the first star she saw,
"I wish that all of my problems would just go away. All the fame, the bastards at my school... and the loneliness."
She watched the stars for a few minutes in hopes of a sign that she would get her wish. There was none, she sighed.
She limply walked back over to her bed, and got in. She drifted off to sleep with the busy sounds of cars and the redeye planes in her ears.
~~~~~~~
Videl awoke the next day in silence, and found something quite odd about it. She was ravenously hungry. She realised she hadn't eaten since yesterday's lunch.
She got up and made her way over to the closet. She winced as she gripped the door handle and turned. She grabbed some clothes and with minor difficulty, due to her wrecked hands, she got dressed.
Videl looked at her hands, wincing at the state they were in.
"Well, I guess breakfast can wait."
She went into her bathroom and got her first aid kit. She wrapped her hands in bandages before heading down to the kitchen.
She looked around for the cook but couldn't find him. She didn't find anyone.
'Where is everyone? Not that I mind, all their "Is there anything I can do for you Miss Videl?" and "Can I help you with that Miss Videl?" can get on my nerves.'
She quickly made herself some toast and eggs. Thinking she would go for a walk after. She ate slowly. There was something nagging at her that said something wasn't right.
Miss Satan pushed it to the back of her mind and tried to ignore it.
After locking the front door to the mansion she made her way down the long driveway out into the empty street. Deciding to head for a park she turned right and went at a slow pace.
It was still nagging.
Walking along the still empty roads she contemplated the situation she was in. Someone had hidden cameras in her room and taken pictures of her naked. That person also put them on the internet. Most of the guys at her school had seen the pictures. Perverts. She hated them for knowing what she looked like under all the baggy clothes.
Deciding the Chief might be able to help her, she raised her watch up near her face for the camera. Hesitating for only a second, she wondered if he had seen the pictures. She hit the button to call him and waited.
She was still walking.
Nothing. She hit it again.
Still nothing.
It took the creak of an empty, old swing to have the nagging feeling come to the front of her mind with full force and reveal itself.
She saw no butlers. She saw no cars on the usually busy roads. No people walking in the park. No kids playing on the swings.
A wave of panic swept through her as she realised...
She was alone.
Author Note: ok this is the first chapter. How was it? Review if you want to, I won't be offended if you don't. Though I would appreciate it.
Authors note: Hey everyone. If you're reading this, which I suspect few people are, you will soon learn that this is my first fic posted onto ff.net. This is my first fic I've posted. I have another in the works also but I'm going to finish this one before doing too much more on the other.
'The Hated' "Speech" 'Thoughts' *Bond*
Chapter 1
A raven-haired girl burst into her room, streams of tears running down her face and the fires of rage burning in her eyes. Her mouth set in a straight line.
A dark cloud of hate shrouded her vision, 'How could they! I hate them!'
Looking around, she picked up a lamp from the bedside table and through it at a top corner of her room. The lampshade tore and fell to the ground while the bulb and clay shattered.
A large dent formed where she punched the wall. She let out an enraged yell as another was made.
Going back to the table she picked up a picture and was about to through it when she realised what it was. It landed safely on the bed. The table did not land safely outside her now shattered window. Her shelves soon joined it.
She moved on to her bathroom. Her fists now bled from the cuts that the shards of the mirror had made when it broke. A small black device lay among the shards, close to the wall. She didn't see it.
She wiped her eyes. The tears, still flowing from her eyes, mixed with the blood on her hands. 'They dare to come into MY room! I will kill them once I find out who did it!'
Ignoring the pain in her hands, from the cuts the mirror had caused, she put her fist through the glass of the door on the shower. She grabbed the silver metal that kept the shower together, and ripped it off. The glass fragments still attached to it cutting deep into her skin.
She clutched it tighter as she swung it at the wall, leaving a large gash in the paint. She swung again. Pieces of the toilet now lay on the tiled floor, water leaking from where they were before. Another black device slid down the side of the toilet and into the water.
She stumbled back into her room. Exhausted by her effort. Physically exhausted from her emotions.
She fell onto the bed and wept. Holding the picture close to her until she fell asleep.
~~~~~~~
Normally they stood a distance off, scared of her. Normally they only glanced at her and her baggy clothes. Normally she was alone.
This wasn't normal.
They were watching her. From the moment she entered the class late. They all were whispering. They all were watching. And all the males were leering.
She tried to ignore them and went to her seat, but they still watched. Even as the teacher lectured, they watched. Their eyes burning holes into her. Their eyes looking through her. Her clothes anyways. But she did not know this, and just tried to ignore them.
They certainly didn't ignore her. As she went to her next period they watched, stared, leered. As she passed all eyes were on her. And they stayed on her even after she passed.
And they grinned, the males did, the females just stuck up their noses as if she was something disgusting and was below them. The grins of the males were large and obvious. They all knew what they were grinning at. And they all agreed, through their grins, that they liked it.
This continued all day and she was starting to get scared of it. Sure she was an awesome fighter, but even she couldn't bash the skulls of the entire male populace of her school.
Finally at the end of the day someone talked to her. Not someone she wanted to talk to though. It was Angela, the school gossip. She was the very definition of bitch.
She tried to walk faster; she wanted to get away from this school. And the leering eyes.
"Hey tomboy! It seems your more female than we had thought!"
"Fuck off Angela."
She continued walking.
"How does it feel, to know every guy in the school is undressing you with their eyes? That every guy in the school wants to rip off your clothes and fuck you until your dead?"
She stopped.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
Angela had a mock shocked look on her face and gasped.
"What? You didn't know! Haha! Am I ever glad I am going to be the one to tell you! Well let me fill you in on the rest of it. They've all seen the pictures."
"What pictures!"
"The ones on the Internet. It's all over the porn sites. I heard it from some guys. 'Exclusive! Daughter of Mr. Satan Nude!'," she made hand gestures as she talked as if imagining the words in front of her and waving her hands over it. "So how does it fell? Now knowing that the all want to rape your brains out? You'll be like the slut you are... just like your dear dead mother."
She had a smug look on her face. She knew she had won.
But she soon found herself on the ground with an incredible pain in her arm, where constant pressure was being applied.
The crowd that had gathered cheered, hoping to see a cat fight. They were laughing as they watched. Most still leering.
In a cold whisper Videl spoke.
"Never speak of my mother!"
Through the pain and in spite, Angela laughed at her.
There was no hesitation in Videl's actions as Angela's arm brutally broke. And she did not hesitate to run; she couldn't stand being there anymore. Not now that she knew why they were watching. She just had to get away.
~~~~~~~
The chill bite of the cold air woke Videl from her fitful slumber. The breeze was coming in from the broken window.
She looked around at the mess she had made. Noticing how certain things were untouched, anything that was a reminder of her mother. And anything even remotely related to her father was now indiscernible.
'What did I do to deserve this life? Being famous and all, I hate being famous. All the reporters, and the people trying to pry into my life. They wouldn't be there if my dear father weren't famous. I hate them.'
Her walls were beaten, paint coming off in small flakes in the breeze. Any furniture that she could lift was nowhere near where it had been. Some was missing. Her memories of doing all this were very fuzzy.
'And those guys at school. Perverted bastards. Staring at me all day, all because of that bastard that took pictures of me. They all think I'm some kind of slut now.
She got up and made her way over to the balcony. Her feet getting cut from the broken glass of the windows and doors she had broken. She opened the sliding door to her balcony, more out of habit then necessity; she could have just as easily stepped through.
The stone of the balcony was cold against her feet, and the breeze made her hug herself to keep some warmth.
The trees waved back and forth over the clear sky.
'I wish I wasn't alone, that I had someone to talk to. Instead of having to go through the whole day not saying a word, and people staying away from me...'
Looking up, she picked the first star she saw,
"I wish that all of my problems would just go away. All the fame, the bastards at my school... and the loneliness."
She watched the stars for a few minutes in hopes of a sign that she would get her wish. There was none, she sighed.
She limply walked back over to her bed, and got in. She drifted off to sleep with the busy sounds of cars and the redeye planes in her ears.
~~~~~~~
Videl awoke the next day in silence, and found something quite odd about it. She was ravenously hungry. She realised she hadn't eaten since yesterday's lunch.
She got up and made her way over to the closet. She winced as she gripped the door handle and turned. She grabbed some clothes and with minor difficulty, due to her wrecked hands, she got dressed.
Videl looked at her hands, wincing at the state they were in.
"Well, I guess breakfast can wait."
She went into her bathroom and got her first aid kit. She wrapped her hands in bandages before heading down to the kitchen.
She looked around for the cook but couldn't find him. She didn't find anyone.
'Where is everyone? Not that I mind, all their "Is there anything I can do for you Miss Videl?" and "Can I help you with that Miss Videl?" can get on my nerves.'
She quickly made herself some toast and eggs. Thinking she would go for a walk after. She ate slowly. There was something nagging at her that said something wasn't right.
Miss Satan pushed it to the back of her mind and tried to ignore it.
After locking the front door to the mansion she made her way down the long driveway out into the empty street. Deciding to head for a park she turned right and went at a slow pace.
It was still nagging.
Walking along the still empty roads she contemplated the situation she was in. Someone had hidden cameras in her room and taken pictures of her naked. That person also put them on the internet. Most of the guys at her school had seen the pictures. Perverts. She hated them for knowing what she looked like under all the baggy clothes.
Deciding the Chief might be able to help her, she raised her watch up near her face for the camera. Hesitating for only a second, she wondered if he had seen the pictures. She hit the button to call him and waited.
She was still walking.
Nothing. She hit it again.
Still nothing.
It took the creak of an empty, old swing to have the nagging feeling come to the front of her mind with full force and reveal itself.
She saw no butlers. She saw no cars on the usually busy roads. No people walking in the park. No kids playing on the swings.
A wave of panic swept through her as she realised...
She was alone.
Author Note: ok this is the first chapter. How was it? Review if you want to, I won't be offended if you don't. Though I would appreciate it.