One Heart
A/N: I don't own DBZ. The plot becomes extremely thick and detailed in this chapter and the ones to follow. I hope you enjoy. :D This took a while but when I went back to reread the chapter before posting it I started to add more details and scenes. In this chapter you learn a little bit about Suzuki and her plans. This chapter was about two weeks late and currently as of three days ago I lost internet access for a while so I uploaded this from my school from a disk. Hope you enjoy, I promise the next chapters will be a bit emotional and in-depth. I'll be updating some other fanfictions inculding: "Forbidden Fruits," "Celebration: DBZ Style," and the lovely "Stolen Kisses," hopefully this december. Also, there will be two new fanfictions added to my current. One for the Christmas hoilday and another,the second one'ssummaries will be inculded in chapter 11. The Christmas fanfiction (Goh/Vid) will be posted sometime this coming week. "Till then.
Chapter Ten: Suzuki's Great Plan
Videl slept soundly in her bed. They had a four day weekend starting tomorrow and she wanted to spend as much time as she could with Gohan.
"Gohan…" Videl whispered and a wide smile came upon her beautiful face.
Videl's window, which was opened an inch allowed a glittering blue hair to enter. The blue hair drifted slowly until it morphed into a blue feather. The feather then settled upon one of Videl's hands and soon was disappeared into her skin.
Videl moved a bit to the left then to the right. Her body gave off a blue light that turned her skin blue for a moment then it began to fade after a few minutes. Videl turned onto her stomach and muttered something underneath her breath and began to drift into a deeper slumber.
After a few moments Videl began to twist and turn in her sleep. She made small groans and grunts now and then. A little perspiration began to form upon her forehead and her heart began to beat faster. Her body looked flushed, exhausted and her body temperature rose. And just for a moment her ki skyrocketed before it returned to normal.
Next Day
Goten blinked and took a deep breath before he knocked on Gohan's apartment door. He hoped Gohan wasn't still mad at him. He waited patiently, which wasn't normally what he usually did.
The door opened and Gohan stood there wearing a white T-shirt and jeans. "Hey, squirt. You're up early. Come on in."
Goten nodded. "k."
"So does mom know you're here? I don't want her to go insane wondering where you are."
Goten grunted, "I can take care of myself, big brother."
"We all know that, but she cares about you Goten."
"She cares about you too, big brother." he whispeared.
"I know,"Gohan gestured to the kitchen, "You hungry?"
"I could go for something light cause I already ate before I came over." He looked at his feet, "I wanted to ask you something. Uhm if that's ok with you."
"Sure, ask away"
(—"Ok, get to the point and get the whole truth. Remember your line? Yes, I do. Good." —) Goten thought.
"Uhm, what's love?" Goten looked up finally.
"Love?—"
"—yeah, uhm true love. What is it to you?"
"Let's see. Hum…true love to me? I believe in only one true love. That from the moment you lay eyes on her I'll know it and she'll know it. Just like that. It's like a feeling that if she's happy, you are happy. If she's hurt, you are hurt and you want to do everything to make it all right again. True love doesn't necessarily means physical passion. I believe true love has little to do with the body and more with the soul and heart. And without love the soul withers and dies."
"You're thinking about Videl aren't you?" Goten said softly when he noticed how soft his brother's voice got and the way his face lit up confirmed it. He was speaking like a man that was in love; a man to afraid to utter the words to his beloved, a man who was foolish in Goten's book.
"Uhm," Gohan blushed. "What did you say you'd like to eat?"
"Do you have anything sweet, maybe cookie, Cupcakes, cake?"
"I haven't done much sweet shopping but I do have a few cookies Videl made yesterday."
"Where's Videl?"
"She should be coming over soon."
"Ok, I'll take the cookies to go, please."
"Why?"
"I don't wanna intrude."
"You're not. We were going to watch a movie here and have dinner. You're more than welcome to stay, Goten."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive. Videl likes you a lot, Goten. Anyone could tell." He grabbed a few bags of popcorn.
(— "Yeah but she loves you, Gohan. Are you so naïve to see it?"—) Goten thought.
After a few seconds the doorbell rang and both demi-saiyans knew who it was. "Hey, Goten can you get the door for me?"
"Sure." Goten hopped off the couch and hurried to the door. When he opened the door, he smiled widely. "Hi Videl,"
Videl returned his wide smile with one of her own, "Hey there, I didn't know you'd be here. But it's good to see you, Goten. Can I come in?"
"Sure," He stepped aside and closed the door when Videl entered. "Gohan's in the kitchen making some popcorn. What movie are you guys watching?"
Videl showed him the movie cassette that was in her hand, "Slayer's Revenge, it's supposed to be really scary, romantic and suspenseful all at the same time."
"I can watch, right?"
Videl nodded, "Yeah, if you're allowed."
Goten grinned, "Course I am. I've seen enough blood and stuff like that to last me a lifetime—oops!" Goten abruptly covered his mouth a little too late when he saw Videl's perplexed expression. "Erm, that is to say that…uh…"
"Hey Videl," Gohan entered the room and relief filled Goten's body.
"Hey," Videl kissed his cheek and a light blush formed on the saiyan's face.
"Ewe, come on now. Movie time, please," Goten pretended to whine before he took the bowl of popcorn from his brother's hand. Why did his brother get all goofy and mushy like when he's around Videl, Goten didn't know and he wasn't sure he wanted to know.
"You guys aren't going to sit all the way in the back and kiss all through the movie, are you?" Goten asked.
"No way, where's you get that from?" the teens replied.
"Oh nowhere, I just heard teenagers did that. That's all." Goten shrugged.
Goten didn't let their suspicious glares bother him as he pushed the "play" button and took a seat on the couch. Goten frowned. One second you'd guess they're in love and the next they're bashful and claim to be "friends." There had to be a line between friends and "friends." Then again Mai had said they—Gohan and Videl—were friends but a different kind. Goten had looked confused and asked what the difference was. Mai had said they were friends with "special" privileges.
Goten decided he didn't want to know what these "special privileges" where because he had a feeling it had to do with kissing and things like that. Goten's eyes traveled to look at his brother who sat to the left of him.
(—"Can he be anymore uptight? Kami, I'll never understand."—) Goten thought.
He'd looked at Videl and found her the same way, nervous and tensed. (—"Kami, this is what I have to deal with?"—) Goten grinned. (—"But I've seen worst. Maybe I should leave them alone. Who knows, maybe they'll get a backbone and take a risk for once. Geez, they've got an entire apartment to themselves. Hello? Can we say "opportunity?" I'll just go to the bathroom and grab a book and wait."—)
Goten stood up, grabbed a random book which happened to be trigonometry and headed for the bathroom. (—"I'll be lucky if I'm fifty before I become an uncle if not a father first at this rate; Kami, people these days."—) Goten thought and he decided this was the last day he'd sneak in to hear one of Bulma and his mother's grandchildren discussions.
"I'm getting too old for this." Goten grumbled and closed the door behind him.
SatanCity
Angela sneezed once, then twice. She hadn't been in the attic for years. The attic held all her childhood mementos, all her hopes and dreams laid in this small but dusty room. Her clothes were a bit dirty now and her some of her hair was free from the bondage of the ribbon that tied the long locks of red hair. Angela did her best to ignore those things and concentrated on what she came here for. No matter how silly it maybe, she was on a mission now.
What was this mission? Simple, finding her Mr. Succumbs, her toy bear. He was her only true friend since she could remember. She had on many occasions cried herself to sleep while she hugged him as tight as possible. He was there more times than her mother had. Angela could count on one finger how many times her mother came through for her for unselfish reasons. She'd first received him on the day she returned from the hospital from a small operation.
Angela looked behind a box that seemed to trying block something. There was pink box, correction a box with a beautiful wrapping paper. "I wonder what's in here."
Angela coughed, she hated dust. She opened the box and found it was filled with pictures. She looked through the first two pictures. They were of mother when she was early twenties occurring to the dates on the back.
"Wait…" Angela murmured. The man looked nothing like the man that held her as a baby in the photo album that resided in her bedroom. He looked different somehow. She looked at the date and frowned. This was around the time her mother had given birth to her. Could her so called "real father" not be her father after all? Could this man be who she was looking for all theses years? There was only one way to find out.
Capsule Corps
Bulma carried a tray holding two cups of fresh coffee along with two small dishes. One that had sugar and the other had milk. Bulma placed the tray down and added two spoons of sugar to hers and a little milk. Vegeta didn't add anything. He muttered a polite "thank you," then began to drink the coffee. He always liked it strong. No sugar, no milk.
After a brief moment of silence Vegeta finally spoke, "I guess I was slacking. I should have known Mayuka was here."
"Really, how could you know?" Bulma asked as she took a seat across from him.
"Well the legends the elderly told. Unlike you earthlings, the saiyan elders got to the point and didn't defer for hours on end. They talked about Frizea's highest rank soldiers, surprisingly they were mostly women but of the strongest breeds. They had abnormal ki levels and powers. They were normal species from another galaxy when Frieza invaded—this was of course before the saiyans made a deal with him—he took captives and injected some sort of extraterrestrial like substance into their blood stream. From there a mutation occurred within their DNA for it was manipulated from the fluid. There were thousands of them, feisty, powerful and loyal to only themselves, which Frieza found out when half his soldiers were murder by them. They bowed to no one. They were known as "the white crest," Though there are other names most formed by their enemies. It's a rather long and tedious list. Anyways, they were considered even more lethal than the saiyans, which is obviously saying a lot. It was known if you ever foolishly trust them and you'd die. They hated everyone especially humans and saiyans. The word "mercy," was never in their vocabulary." There were more bloodshed then thought possible. It was a game to them, like it was to us as saiyans but with them they took it to a whole new level. I never thought I'd actually se the day to see one up so close but now that I did…I'll never doubt the legend again."
"That really doesn't explain—"
"I'm getting there, don't rush me," Vegeta snapped.
"Oh no, your "highness" I won't dream of rushing you! I'll just simply ignore you if you don't speed this up," Bulma retorted.
Vegeta grunted, "Humph, rude much?"
"I try," she rolled her eyes.
"Anyways, you can tell because of any anomalous behaviors that may occur. Usually they are the cause of it. Such as the "silent killer disease" you and your science friends decided to call it. The strange occurrence of 98 of the world population coming down with an unknown and some may consider it "airborne" disease. The day that buffoon Hercule had died I had saw someone like Mayuka behind a tree. I hadn't paid attention; I wish I had because I probably would have noticed the rose mark that appears on their right wrist. Seeing that Mayuka was destroyed her little friends won't be too happy. They never liked saiyans before and they sure as hell won't like us now. That I am sure."
Elsewhere
Goten frowned at his book. Videl had left and nothing had happened. NOTHING! This totally sucked! His plan had failed miserably, "Now I know for sure I'll be a father first." Goten grunted. They were meant for each other yet, they hid behind a wall of uncertainty and naivety.
His brother needed a good push to realize not everyone will wait around for the other person to make the next move, "So, I take it the movie went well?" Goten asked.
Gohan nodded, "Say Goten, what were you doing in there? You were gone for over two hours."
"Business," Goten shrugged.
"And that business wouldn't happen to do with playing matchmaker? Now would it, Goten?"
"Uhm," Goten avoided his brother's suspicious glare.
"Goten you're getting as bad as mom and Bulma," Goten groaned. "Sometimes things just need to go along on its' own pace."
"For Kami sakes at the pace it's going now I'll be old and gray before my first niece or nephew is born! You'll have to take the kids to see their grandparents at the cemetery!"
"Goten don't be so sarcastic. Mom and dad are in better shape than most kids at my age."
"Well, you need to take risks, Mr. Goody-two-shoes."
Gohan frowned, "But I do take risks."
Goten shook his head, "Not with Videl. And that's something definitely worth the risk! You better start getting a backbone before some jerk comes and sweeps what you have right from underneath of you."
"You're pretty observant for a kid, Goten. But thanks for the advice."
"No problem. I just don't want you and Videl to get hurt. I love you guys a lot and I want a sister, Gohan. You guys deserve to be happy—together," He took his small backpack with him. "Catch you later?"
"Yeah,"
"K, bye Gohan,"
"Bye Goten,"
Goten smiled before climbing the staircase to the roof. From there he checked for any people before taking flight.
Elsewhere
Suzuki smirked, "I think it's time to active the first ploy."
"Oh high past time," a masculine voice came from behind her.
"What on earth are you doing here? It seems every time you are around one of us fails. You must be a bad luck pedant or something rather than the good luck you claim to have."
"You wound me, Suzuki. But no, I never claimed to be either good luck or bad luck," He gave her a small smile even though her back was to him. "Perhaps it's the contender who is the one lacking skills and finds it convenient to blame someone else. Wouldn't you agree, Suzuki?"
"Hum, perhaps," She said callously and finally turned. Her eyes glittered with disgust at the sight of him. "If you'll excuse me, I believe I have another engagement I must attend to."
"It was a pleasure to speak with you again," He gave her a mockery of a bow.
Suzuki grunted something underneath her breath, "Humph, pleasure my…" he didn't hear the last of it for she was walking down the flight of stairs that lead to the large foyer.
He stood up and smirked. That went well.
SatanCity
Angela bit her lower lip. She couldn't believe she was doing this. She hoped she'd sound as sincere as she felt. Gathering up her wits and courage, she pressed the doorbell. A few moments later Videl stood there looking like she was going out to meet someone.
(—"Probably with Gohan, humph."—) Angela thought with a frown. She still couldn't forget the night of the festival and what had happened.
"Angela?"
"Yeah it's me," Angela said.
"Oh uh…come on in," Videl said.
Angela nodded and murmured a "thank you." When she stepped in it was a wonder her mouth didn't drop and hit the floor. It was extravagant in here. Angela had heard many rich kids once they moved out had either been lucky to received money from their parents or where literally left to fend for their own. From the gossip that had been around it was said that Videl had an argument with her father right after her 18th birthday and then the next day Videl had moved out. Everyone could only begin to wonder what the argument was about. Some said it had to do with the Cell Games festival and others said Videl was caught kissing some boy right after her engagement to some Andrew character. Whatever it was about, the servants had found it rather loud and frightening. They seemed quite civil to each other during parties and interviews. Hercule could be overbearing to live with which lead to questions about Videl's mother and the remaining family. Nothing was really investigated after the first two years.
Videl offered Angela a seat and spotted a yellow envelope in her hand.
"It's very beautiful," Angela commented.
Videl had murmured a "thank you," and took a seat on a nearby chair.
It was much bigger than the average apartment. It was like a penthouse. It was furnished with the most up-to-date and fashionable furniture. Angela had noticed that the floor wasn't all covered in white carpeting like Hercule's mansion. All in all, the room gave off a homey and "welcome, come on in," type of vibe. Angela knew she'd feel rather at home except Videl never really liked her and she didn't like Videl that much either. But she guessed that would have to change from what she was going to ask of her.
After a few moments Angela spoke. "I was wondering..." Angela cleared her throat realizing she was sounding rather meek. Angela knew being meek wasn't her and from Videl's suspicious glare she too knew that. "I was wondering." Angela repeated herself with a clearer voice.
"Wondering what?"
Angela could see she was in a hurry, so she decided to get to the point, "I was wondering…" she handed Videl the envelope and Videl began to scan through the pictures.
"I hope I don't sound rude, but why are you showing me these?"
"The man in the pictures, I was wondering if you could get me any information on him."
Videl looked up and her suspicious glare hadn't faded, "Why? Is he a wanted man?"
Videl doubted it. She knew all the wanted people around the globe. It was her job to know everything about them but she didn't remember him. She like her father never forgot a face. Maybe that was one good trait she got from him.
"I don't believe so. But I was wondering if you could find some information about him. Like his name for starters. Oh and if he's still alive, and if so where he lives. Things like that."
"Why?"
"Because I think he maybe my father, Videl" Angela's voice sounded sincerer than either of them thought to be possible.
Videl scanned the pictures once more, "Fine, I'll look into it. There are no guarantees I hope you know."
"I do," Angela nodded.
"Ok then. Come back tomorrow around noon." Seeing doubt and confusing in the redhead girl's eyes she continued, don't worry; I'll still do some more digging after that though."
Relief and joy washed over her, "Thank you so much. You don't know how much this means to me." Angela said.
Elsewhere
The woman remained perfectly still. She had opened her eyes a few times but closed them from the lack of energy. She hardly could move her legs or her hands but she moved them just enough to know whether she was tied down or not. She wasn't.
"Where am I?" She doubted if anyone was there could hear her because she could hardly hear herself.
"Just seems like time just got away from you, hum?"
The woman groaned in response. She knew the voice but she couldn't remember the name. All she knew was this person was evil. She started to thrash about trying to move herself around. Before long she was being held down by some teen boy and who she supposed was his mother.
"Hold still there Miss. You're still not well enough to be getting up."
She'd trust the new voice for now. She relaxed somewhat but her body remained tensed. Something was wrong; she could sense it, but what?
SatanCity
Videl placed down a folder of papers, took a seat and started to read them. The café was a bit busy even for this time of day where most people were at work or something.
A few seats down in the emptier side of the café Suzuki sat with the male she had been speaking to moments before.
"So when does this great plan of yours begin, Suzuki. You've caught my interest, voluntarily or not but I am quite intrigued. How do you plan to bring down the saiyans?" he rolled his eyes, "If there is such a great plan."
Suzuki smirked and took a sip of her coffee, "My dear naïve Torsi, have you not yet figured it out? I'm quite disappointed in you. I guess you're either slipping or your reputation is completely spurious."
Torsi frowned, "Humph."
Suzuki spotted Videl, "See that earthling over there?"
"Pretty at least for a human I guess."
"Not her looks, bonehead. She hangs around with one of those saiyans quite often."
"I doubt they've been intimate, Suzuki. The saiyan's too modest if you ask me."
"I didn't," Suzuki merely chuckled and decided not to comment. "Anyways, he's my first target." She looked at Gohan who was now talking with Videl.
"And you're going to use her to get to him?"
"Exactly," She finished her coffee. "Just wait and see. I'll rid of them one by one, once and for all."
"That will be the day, Su."
"Suzuki," She replied angrily. She snapped her fingers which brought the nearest waiter to their table. "I'd like to order another cup and a few of those chocolate delights."
The waiter nodded and jotted down the order. Suzuki offered him a wink and the waiter walked off blushing.
(— "I still got it." —) Suzuki thought happily and ignored Torsi's jealous frown.
Torsi placed his sunglasses back on and looked towards Videl and Gohan who where now leaving, "Can't wait to see this, Su." He mumbled.
Two Hours Later
Videl turned to enter the kitchen to get Gohan and herself something to drink. She began to softly hum, something she tended to do when she was working.
Suzuki stood across the street of the apartments. She casually walked across the street and went up the stairs. She stood a few feet away from Videl's apartment and sensed both of them where alone. Suzuki narrowed her eyes until they began to glow.
Videl's own eyes began to turn a bright red which caused her to she dropped the two glasses which fell and shattered.
"Excellent," Suzuki smirked when she heard the sound of the glasses and replaced her sunglasses on and vanished.
"Videl," Gohan came racing in. "You ok?"
When her eyes returned to their normal blue hue, Videl plastered on a fake smile.
She sounded utterly jovial, "Just fine, I just dropped these glasses. That's all. No need to get all worked up about. I'll just clean this up and get some more," She smiled once more. "Why don't you get started and I'll grab us those drinks, k?"
Gohan hesitated but eventually nodded, "O—oh ok, if you're sure."
Videl grinned, "I'm sure."
Gohan eventually left but he felt a bit unease. Videl looked at the clock, it was about four o' clock.
"Plenty of time to lie in my lover's arms," Videl said to herself. Videl grinned deviously and stood up. The glasses forgotten, she poured out some wine and made a quick trip to the hallway to turn up the thermostat, "Ready or not saiyan, here I come."
Fifthteen mintues had gone by as Gohan read through the papers in his hands and a few that rested on the table in front of him. Gohan looked up, where was Videl? Gohan placed the papers down.
Videl entered the room and found it empty. Before she had time to react, she felt two hands grabbed her waist spin her around and then her lips met up with another pair. Videl felt like her knees would give out anytime now for the kiss made her feel weak and wonderful.
When the kiss ended Gohan held her and felt her tense for a second, "Afraid?"
"No, but maybe you should be," Videl said. But instead of waiting for him to reply, Videl kissed him. This kiss unlike the one from before was hot and possessive. Videl was delighted to discovery he desired and needed her as much as she did for him.
Suzuki stood outside the apartment, "Perfect." She murmured.
"I still don't get—"
"Clam it, dimwit!" Suzuki shoved Torsi from the window.
Gohan's hands pulled her closer to his body, Videl curled her arms around his neck, consciously pressing her soft body onto his. Desire began to wrap itself around the two teenagers.
Suddenly her tongue slipped out to taste him with a teasing lick. The intimate touch undid him. Gohan broke away, his arms gently holding Videl a few inches from him, his lungs taking in short, shaky breaths.
"Let's slow this down," he whispered. "I can hardly control myself around you—"
"You don't need to control yourself," Videl licked her lips. "I love you. And I want you." Videl unbuttoned her small jacket. She began to unbutton her shirt as well leaving the demi-saiyan breathless with need.
His voice was no higher than a whisper, "You're like some mystic ethereal being, too beautiful to touch."
"Don't say that," Videl reached for his hands. "All I want you to do is love me."
"You're an impatient girl."
Videl smiled deviously, "Maybe I am."
"Videl," he noticed the smile and the sudden change in her attitude. "I said we should slow this down."
Videl laughed and tilted her head to the side and spoke in a teasing manner, "Oh? Is that so? Are you afraid, Gohan? Is that it?"
"No, that is not it," Gohan replied.
Videl matched each of his retreating steps, "Good. Because I believe I've waited long enough. Don't you?"
"We hardly know each other and isn't it a bit early for us?"
By the time Gohan had realized he had ran out of space he went backwards falling right into the couch. Within that very instance he found Videl on top of him seductively licking her lips.
Videl lowered her lips until they were inches from his, "Do you think you have enough patience to teach me?"
"—Gohan!"
Startled, Videl jumped off the saiyan seconds before Chichi and Bulma came in followed by their sons.
"Hello," Videl smiled.
Gohan blinked. He was still lying on the couch in the same awkward position until he received a confused look from his mother and Bulma. Quickly he sat up, "Hey, guys. I didn't know you were coming over."
"Oh it was a spur of the moment," Chichi explained holding the key in her hand. "We were in the city getting Trunks and Goten some new clothes for the winter and there was this major sale going at the mall. I bought you this outfit and we decided to come over before we left to go to the mall at West City. So here we are."
Gohan nodded.
From the corner of his eyes he watched Videl. She was acting as if what had just happened didn't happen. And from the flush upon both their cheeks it was obvious that it wasn't some dream.
Elsewhere
"That's your GREAT plan? For her to seduce him, hum?" Torsi yelled. "What type of plan is that?" he didn't give her time to reply so added sarcastically, "Great plan, bravo Suzuki. He'll be so into it he won't even put up a fight. Even a level 1 could have come up with that plan!"
Suzuki frowned she hated it when he got the upper hand, "Maybe I underestimated him."
"You think?" Torsi snapped.
Ignoring him she continued, "I could hypnotize him myself into doing the work for me," Her eyes lit up. "Yes, and he's just stupid enough to do it too! Perfect."
"Who—what—what's perfect? Who's stupid?"
"Never mind dummy, come watch a genius at work."
"As if I have a choice." He muttered before he was pulled into a green portal that lead back to Earth, specifically Satan City.
SatanCity
Suzuki reappeared; her hair, now black and fell just above her shoulders. Her eyes were no longer golden but emerald. She wore a simple but professional looking outfit completed with a briefcase filled of forged documents.
She tossed a few locks to the side and caught a few male admirers in the process, "Humans are so easy to impress. They haven't seen the half of it, yet."
She arrived at the gate, looking around she vanished and reappeared before the door to the mansion, "Fancy home." Suzuki pulled her hair into an elegant but simple French bun and added a shade of burgundy-colored lipstick to her lips. Looking at her compact mirror she smiled with approval.
She pressed the doorbell and waited for the door to be answered.
"Hullo Mr. Satan." Suzuki said and plastered on a wide bright smile.
Hercule returned her smile. "Uhm—hello, and who do I have the pleasure to be speaking with?"
"Ami Fiji at your service, Mr. Satan," she said and shook his hand. "I do believe we talked previously on the telephone."
"Oh yes, I'm still unsure of what you're here about. You were very vague about it and I don't seem to remember."
"Oh you will." Suzuki entered the large parlor. "Now where shall we discuss this?"
"Erm follow me." Hercule said.
After a few moments Hercule slapped the portfolio of pictures onto the table. "This can't—I refuse—how on earth—what the hell is going on here?"
"I believe your daughter is dating—"
"I know she's at the age where dating is common but—but with that skinny nerd boy? I won't allow. I forbid it!"
"We do have some," Suzuki blushed. "Some pictures of them being intimate."
After seeing a few Hercule threw them across the room. "After all I've done for that—that child she'd do this to me of all people. I can't believe it!"
"oh but you must for pictures don't lie, Mr. Satan."
He nodded. "B—But what can I do?"
"Obviously, Mr. Satan, you are still alive and she can't get her inheritance her mother left her until she reaches age 21 or of your approval. Besides you are Hercule are you not? With a twist of your finger you could have her back home under your parental eyes and away from that boy's apartment. I mean you could dig up something, right? Make her believe it's a life or death situation, which it may become if necessary. Surely there must be some other man you wouldn't mind your daughter marrying. Is there not?"
"Well, to be honest—"
"Hullo, Mr. Satan."
Hercule turned and saw Andrew. He had blonde highlights and wore one of the most expensive designer suits.
"Hello, Andrew, always got one of the best fashion senses of your time, eh. So glad to see you are better. It such a tragedy you were in a burning building. Well you are safe and that's what matters."
"Indeed. Now if you're interested, Videl and I could marry as we had planned before my injuries. I believe she shall easily warm up to me."
"Splendid," Hercule beamed. But he paused. Something wasn't right. He felt it but he chose to foolishly ignore it. Something told him not to trust Andrew but it was too vague for him to grasp, "But—"
"No buts, dad. I'm fine," Andrew smirked. "I'll take good care of your sweet pea. Honest."
The uneasy feeling started up again, but it got worse, "Andrew…"
"And besides, if you don't "my friends" as you know them will make sure your business life doesn't run so smoothly. We wouldn't want Videl to find out what type of man her father really is. If I get caught I'm taking you down with me, Hercule. Remember that. If you don't obey my wishes then I'll just have to have you and Videl removed. By then I'll be married to her, a part of the family and all of the money will be my inheritance."
"You can't do that!" Hercule snapped.
"Now, now…don't fight," Suzuki said. Suzuki stood in front of Hercule, grabbed him close enough as if to kiss him, then she opened her mouth. A red mist came from her mouth; the mist was completely invisible to humans. Her eyes began to glow red and so did Hercule's. She slowly released him and took a step back, "Oh but I believe just did."
"What did you—what happened to—?" Andrew backed away looking terrified and confused.
"Oh no, where do you think you're going?" Suzuki turned to Andrew and snapped her fingers. The young man collapsed to the floor with a "thud, She grabbed her things and patted Hercule's left cheeks, "Better shake a leg, Hercule." She stepped over Andrew's body and casually walked out of the mansion.
Moments later, Andrew regained consciousness lying in the middle of the living room floor.
Andrew sat up, blinked and rubbed his head. He looked around the now empty room and grumbled, "How did I get here?"
…The Next Day
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Angela looked at the portfolio Videl handed her. This was it. This would tell her who she was.
"I don't know if I'm ready," Angela said as her hands shook.
Videl shrugged, "You can open it or not. It's up to you."
"My mother had avoided me like the plague when I first found the pictures. She'd make lame excuses or even trip and break one of her heels of her designer shoes just to get away. But then I'll never know until I find out. It's just that I never had the best relationship with my mother and the image of her and that mystery man was the only thing that kept me going. And here's my chance to know my missing piece so I finally will know who I am other than Angela Vulgar."
(— "No crap, bonehead! What is with these stupid humanoids? I have much more important things to deal with than hear her babble on and on!"—) Videl thought.
"If you'll excuse me I have to get going. I have a term paper due tomorrow," Videl lied. "Nice talking with you."
"Yeah ok," Angela looked up and saw that Videl was gone.
"She just disappeared," Angela blinked.
Outside the Café
Sitting outside at one of the Pizza parlor's tables Suzuki sat idly watching the city. The place where her emperor would be; her blue hair was pinned up in the latest style and she wore the most flattering outfit any woman would want to own. Sensing him, she held up a newspaper to cover her appearance as Gohan passed her by. She had lowered her ki to an average human to insure her identity remained secret.
(—"up until his death that is."—) Suzuki added mentally. She wanted to see his face when he died, no she wanted to see him suffer and to be the last thing he saw before she erased him from existence.
Suzuki peered over the newspaper. She'd make sure Videl didn't fail her this time. She'd be damned if she'd let the saiyan find out so soon in the game. He looked so confused, that was good. The more games they played with him the more confused he'll be when the finally showed up to see him meet his demise.
She took a sip of her latté and a smirk formed upon her lips, "This is too easy."
"Hey baby, what's a cute chick like you doing out here all by yourself?" the man was large, repulsive and smelled of alcohol. "Boyfriend stood you up?"
"Get out of my face."
"I can't hear you," he grinned widely. "Come on I'll show you a good time. A girl like you needs protection."
"Protection my ass, the only protection I need is from boneheads like you!"
"Aww, I like you," The large man grabbed her latté and swallowed it down. Suzuki clenched her fist. She promised she wouldn't give herself away, she promised! He gave her a wide grin and he must have thought that would make up for the three missing teeth.
"Come on lady, a girl at your age needs a man," His hands ran through Suzuki's hair, the thing she loved the most about herself, the thing that made her who she was. The thing that made her unique, the thing she swore if touched she'd kill, especially if a mortal touched her!
(— "Grr, to hell with promises!" —) Suzuki thought.
"You vile, conceited bastard! You have five seconds to get the hell away from me or you'll be sorry." She said coldly. Her voice was no higher than a whisper and her eyes flared with her clear distain for him. She was oblivious to the gather crowd who wisely kept their distance but couldn't resist looking and listening.
"Aren't you sweet, threatening me? I like 'em feisty."
(— "The ignoramus brute!" —) Suzuki thought. She wanted to strangle him, she wanted to kill him!
She chose to ignore the next comment which was about her hair. If he hadn't been smart enough and not have touched her hair and was a member of the white crest, only then would she had forgiven him. But he was neither. She didn't have time for him but she wanted to teach these humans a thing or two about who was in charge, "One."
"Who do you think you are little missy?"
"Two,"
"Three,"
The group watched and wondered what she'd do to the cocky man. He was a notorious and famous bounty hunter who'd never yield to anyone, especially a woman! What did she have over him? He probably had a gun or a knife. What would this twenty-year old have?
"Four,"
"Five," her eyes snapped open.
Gohan turned around when he heard a large explosion and saw people running and screaming. They all ran around, some in circles and others ran in nearby taxi cabs. He was sure none of them ever ran as fast as they did. But what caused it? He wasn't sure. When he saw the police he decided not to investigate, they'd grow suspicious since he'd been around crime scenes before. Helping or not he'd get an earful from the new chief and he doubt his mother wanted to waste time cursing the woman out again for the third time this week.
Three police cars and the ambulance came to a halt before the now cleared street. The chief gaped at the scene of the bounty hunter lying in a pool of blood. The man wasn't dead but he was damn close to being. No bullets or anything of this world could have given him such a serve wound. The other officers felt a bit queasy at the sight and found themselves turning slightly green by even the smallest of glances. It was neatly done and from what she gathered from frightened witness a young woman and merely glared at the man and he fell and from what she could see was he had eternal bleeding as well.
Suzuki had changed her disguise; she had short brown hair and almond-colored eyes. She had the appeared of a child no older than fifteen.
She frowned, (— "Damn bastard. I should have killed him, one less human to deal with. Oh well, can't have it your way all the time." —)
Suzuki caught sight of Gohan and a smirk formed upon her lips. Perfect, he was heading home. She vanished after acknowledgement this but she was unaware she was being watched.
In the alley a female's figure stood. From the sun you could barely see her indigo eyes glistening with rage. "Looks like Suzuki's up to her old tricks again. She's using a human to get to the saiyan. Well Suzuki it's been fun but your games over." She stepped back into the dark depths but her rage hadn't faded. If anything it glowed hotter.
Gohan held two bags of small amount of food. He had the rest in a capsule. He had to tell the cashier he was having a wedding because her expression though shocked at first was priceless. Gohan headed over to the intersection and crossed when the light changed for pedestrians. He turned his attention back to his thoughts back to Videl.
(— "I just don't get it. One second she's herself than the next she's—she's…I don't know whether to call her hormonal or not. I guess it's normal but I don't think...it would be wise to avoid her as best as I can for a bit."—) Gohan thought as he opened the door to his apartment.
When he opened the door he saw Videl relaxing in the couch. "Ho—how'd you?"
Videl held up a small key, "You gave it to me a while back, remember?"
"Oh," he said nervously and he slowly began to look around the room.
"Don't worry. I'm not going to pounce on you again. I was only teasing," She stood up. "You promised me that today you'd show me around at Mt. Pazou."
"I—I did?" it came out no higher than a squeak. Realizing this Gohan tried to speak normally,
Gohan blushed, "Erm r—right, would just give me a second?"
Videl smiled, "Sure. Oh Gohan, you need to relax a bit. You're so tense. Lighten up."
"Oh but I am relaxed," Gohan lied and gave her a weak smile. He wasn't sure—no he knew if she did what she did earlier he would not be asking her to stop, but to continue. Feeling his face heat up, he knew instantly that he was blushing again. He grabbed his keys and a dyno-cap from his white box that was in his back pocket, "L—let's get going."
"K," Videl smiled and tilted her head to the side.
Gohan lead the way after closing the door and the two walked down the stairs of the apartment complex. The two were unaware of Hercule's watchful eye as they hopped into the car. Hercule was seated in his car a few blocks down with a pair of binoculars.
He had to get out of here fast, before his daughter noticed him. Exhaling in disgust, Hercule tried to banish the disturbing image he'd just witnessed of his innocent Videl emerging from Gohan's apartment where he'd watch her disappear the night before.
Seeing the passionate way she'd thrown her arms around the Son kid left no doubt in Hercule's mind what had gone on inside the apartment all night. His hands were wrapped around the steering wheel, clenched so tightly his knuckles turned red.
"I won't let her fall sweet Kikya. I won't," he imagined his wife as she was so many years ago.Hercule knew if she was alive she'd be just as beautiful as the day he met her over twenty years ago. Videl looked so much like her. He hadlost Kikya but he wasn't going to lose Videl too. Not to anyone, especially that nerd! "I may have failed before but I'll be damn if I let it happen again." Hercule's expression remainedeven more serious than before, "I do this for you, my love."
He saw them kissed right before the car took off. Hercule's face became abright redbefore he took a few small but deep breaths to remain calm, or as calm as he could get.
He scowled, "I hope you enjoyed my daughter, you young bastard," he muttered. "Because I promise, when you come back I'll have already arrang everything so she'll never want to see you again." Without another word he reversed and sped off in the opposite direction.
Mt.Pazou
The two teenagers spent about an hour traveling about the beautiful area. They had even packed a glorious picnic which they enjoyed about fifteen minutes ago. The weather was nice with a few soft breezes and a clear sky. The sun was bright and it was warm.
"It's so beautiful," Videl exclaimed. She twirled about like a child who never knew of such wonders. Her cheeks were a bit flushed but she looked so happy and very much alive.
"Yeah, it really is," Gohan said. She was right; it looked extremely beautiful during the sunny days especially when you had someone special with you. He loved it when she was happy but he loved it more when he's the one that made her happy.
Videl's eyes lit up as she turned to face Gohan, "Come with me. I want to show you something." She grabbed his hands and tugged him along.
Gohan blinked, "Wait, Videl hold up. Where are you taking me?"
Videl giggled, "Heh, it's a surprise. You'll like it, I promise."
Gohan nodded but that unease feeling started to come again as they went deeper and deeper into the woods. It seemed like forever since they had last seen the open meadow. All they saw was nothing but trees and more trees. Gohan felt a chill go through him, he sensed something evil and he didn't want Videl to get hurt.
Videl frowned when she saw Gohan wasn't paying any attention for the last few minutes. Smiling Videl said, "Oh don't give up now it's just a little bit further. Come on Gohan kun."
"I think this is far enough, Videl." He said sternly and Videl instantaneously stopped pulling him.
"You're such a party-pooper," Videl pouted and placed her hands upon her hips. He could see she was only teasing and after a few seconds she turned her back to him.
Gohan blinked, "What's gotten into you?"
Videl whorled around, "I love you," she caught the demi-saiyan off guard as kissed him.
(— "V-Videl."—) Gohan thought and closed his eyes. A portal surrounded the two teenagers as their feet began to leave the ground.
"This looks great!" Goku began to eat as many things that could fit in his mouth at a time.
"I'm so glad you like it!" Chichi exclaimed.
"Vegeta try some of these," Bulma suggested and handed her husband some dessert. "It's my mother's latest recipe. She's planning on publishing a book someday. She wants to get your opinion and Goku's too. Chichi and I love it, how about you Goku?"
"I love it," Goku said and grabbed another plate then another, "Sushi, rice cakes…yummy…ooohhh and I love this thing too. So much to eat! I love it all! Kami, I love picnics." He reached to grab for another plate filled with some sweet desserts that he especially adored.
Goku's eyes snapped open. He felt Gohan and Videl's ki being masked by some force he had never felt before. He looked at Vegeta who nodded, he had sensed it too.
Goku and Vegeta noticed their wives were nowhere to be found and they both found it strange. They decided it would be best to check this out before Chichi and Bulma returned. As they got closer their view of the situation became clearer.
(— "Just a little bit further." —) Videl thought, "Gohan kun, come with me now…we'll be so happy."
(— "I knew this would work. He's so much in love with the human he can't fight the portal. In any other situation he could easily break it. Saiyans, humph they're so weak." —) Suzuki thought as she watched from afar.
She smirked, "He's almost there! Almost—"
"—GOHAN!" Goku yelled. The yell had broken off Videl's concentration and the two teens went hurtling down to the soft grass below.
"NO!" Suzuki yelled angrily.
"—MEOW!"
Goku and Vegeta looked above them and saw two figures descending towards them at a rapid pace. Before they could identify them they had vanished. Within that same moment, before the two saiyans a dust of cloud appeared and from that their wives appeared, and they didn't look too happy.
"Leaving without a "goodbye"? How naughty, Goku. I thought you had better manners than that," Chichi smirked.
"It's a saiyan thing. Saiyan's are known for their rudeness, isn't that right Vegeta?" Bulma's dark voice was the same as her friend, "Guess we'll have to teach you two a lesson, won't we Chichi."
Chichi only nodded and their smirks became wider.
Goku blinked, "Chichi, what's gotten into you?"
"Nothing, I've never felt so alive, saiyan." Chichi answered.
"I think that maybe the two need to lie down. I'll go get a doctor to see you because you're acting kind of strange."
"Maybe this is who we really are. Maybe this is what we really are and you saiyans were too dumb to see it!" Bulma snapped. Vegeta could see her teeth were strangely sharp.
"Humph, enough small talk," Chichi said. She and Bulma took a few steps forward and their eyes started to glow.
(— "Get rid of these saiyans for me." —) Suzuki thought and the words were transmitted into the two females' minds. They nodded and Suzuki's eyes returned to normal.
"Well while they're keeping those monkeys busy, I must find a way to get the last one," Suzuki folded her arms. "Saiyans are too devoted to their mate, that's their downfall. They'd never hurt their women but their women will sure as hell hurt them. Especially with the ki booster I gave them."
Chichi and Bulma charged after their mates. Goku and Vegeta easily blocked their attacks to some degree. With every block, the females attacked more vigorously than before.
Goku jumped out of the way, "We can't hurt them, Vegeta. I think they're possessed."
"Hump, great job, Einstein, it would have taken me years to figure that one out," Vegeta sarcastically retorted.
"You don't need to be so sarcastic you know. Besides what we need to figure out is how they're getting possessed!"
Suzuki picked up Videl and tossed her good amount. Checking the girl wasn't harmed by the throw, she turned to see the young saiyan starting to move. She stood a few feet from Gohan and when he opened his eyes her eyes began to glow.
"Your finally awake, sleepyhead," Suzuki beamed. Her disguise was perfect and it led the saiyan into believing it was Videl. Her voice, everything sounded and looked like her. "Do you remember what happened? I don't." she sounded so innocent and completely confused.
Gohan looked up, "I remembered some light—a green light…but that's all I remember."
"Oh good—I mean how awful," She approached him. His eyes told her the truth, he remembered more but he wasn't going to spill.
(— "Well then saiyan, looks like your end has finally come." —) Suzuki thought.
Goku looked above Chichi's headand grimaced, "Looks like I found the source."
Vegeta looked at where he was looking, "Guess so."
"What are you looking at?" Chichi and Bulma growled. "Your fight's with me!"
Goku dodged a kick and replied, "I believe I know that, Chi."
Suzuki paused and saw Videl was regaining consciousness again. Suzuki growled. She was so close. (— "You better do it right, or I'll destroy you!!"—)
"Yes," Videl nodded and looked up. Suzuki had vanished when Gohan wasn't looking and she reappeared a few miles in the sky; however her control upon the three females continued.
Videl staggered to where Gohan was. Her vision was a bit burly and she vaguely remembered whatever happened before she became unconscious. She felt dizzy, nauseated and a bit confused. She felt strange and tired. But Suzuki's warning still rang loudly in her brain.
Videl noticed her vision was becoming bleaker and bleaker and not the type of darkness that came upon someone when they were about to faint. She felt lightheaded and the sick feeling in her stomach only grew worse and not better. When she hit the ground and in the distance she could smell the familiar but soothing smell of fresh grass.
Suzuki slapped her forehead and muttered something underneath her breath. The girl didn't have enough energy left after the failing portal arrangement. She should have planned for this but she hadn't. She could just imagine Torsi laughing with the other members of the silver crest.
(— "It was far harder to get the two older ones on my side since their bonds to their mates are so strong. Such a bond would most likely break my control over them shortly. Oh well, the young saiyan and his mate has yet to form a complete bond which makes it easier to control either one as much as I please. But controlling the human is much easier and more fun to watch. But I doubt they'll figure it out and if they do, well by then I'll have all the portals open."—) Suzuki thought.
After waiting a few more minutes she saw Videl had finally regained enough energy to retry the plan and the saiyan looked a bit out of it to fight it. Muttering a curse underneath her breath, Suzuki decided not to let this minor setback get to her. She sat in a tree a few miles away but as soon as she got comfortable, Torsi appeared beside her.
"Looks like I'm not late. The fireworks are still going," He leaned over to kiss her but he faced a hand holding a ki blast instead of her lips.
"I won't do that if I were you Torsi," Her voice remained cold as it always was when she was around him. "Trust me."
He chuckled and back away. His large grin never left his face, "Ok next time."
BOOM
"Don't hold your breath." She dusted herself off while Torsi coughed. His face was bruise and a bit burnt. His once green hair was now black and frizzled.
"Thanks for the warning!" he snapped.
She turned and faced him smiling sweetly, "You're welcome."
SatanCity
Angela stepped out of the town house and held back some tears. She never felt so humiliated!
She had opened the folder with good intentions and look what happened! Sure, she didn't expect him to greet her with open arms but she had wished. Oh how she had wished. His words still echoed in her mind making her feel sick and disgusted.
"You thought," he laughed harshly. "You thought! There's more to life than just thinking missy! You're not my daughter. Nor shall you ever be! That was my old life. I have a family now and I wish that you'd leave. I have better things to do than hang around with some snooty brat who has a mother who'd sleep with anything that's masculine! Go home kid, your not wanted here."
Angela winced. Though she tried, she couldn't help the few sniffs that came after. She didn't ask for much, she just wanted to be loved. It was the one important thing she could ever want. The one thing that made her jealous of other kids who had their parents; that one thing she held onto from the very moment was abruptly shattered right before her eyes. Never before had she felt so miserable and irritated at the same time. Angela bit her lip; maybe her mother was right after all! Angela looked up into the sky. How could she face her mother with the knowledge that she failed! Her mother would never let her live it down. Angela decided she'd walk. She'd take the long way home and come up with some lie—any lie!
Dejected, Angela looked down and felt a tear fall past her cheeks and onto the side walk where she spotted an envelope with her name on it. Angela paused. Resting upon it was a white rose. Curious, she bent down and retrieved the two items. She knew they hadn't been there before because she would have spotted them on her way here.
She opened the letter and it read: I'm here for you.
Angela blinked back a few tears. Who was here for her? She looked closely at the writing and realized it looked very familiar to the one she received earlier that week.
Angela looked at the letter the butler had handed her with the rest of her mail. One specific letter had caught her eyes even though it was right under her weekly subscriber. She wondered who it was from. When she opened it she began to scan the paper that resided within it. As she neared the end Angela felt her cheeks flush. The poem was short but sweet. It made her melt with joy that she had never experience. A joy she never experienced with past boyfriends.
As she turned it over Angela asked, "Who are you?" She felt silly asking the letter knowing it couldn't answer back. Then she noticed something was written on the back it read: I'm a friend. It was as if they read her mind!
It had to be the same person, but who was it?
Next Time:
Hearts to break and Hearts to mend…
Who's Angela's secret admirer? What will happen to Angela when she meets her admirer? Does she know him or is he some sort of a stalker? Will the saiyans break their mates free from Suzuki's grasp before it's too late? If so are there any consequences? What is Hercule planning to do now while he's under Suzuki's control? But, is he truly under her control or is he planning on his own freewill? Why can't Hercule remember Andrew and what is Mayuka's ultimate plan?
Past Reviews:
SSJ3MysticGohan
Once again, Awesome chapter. a few tips, try not to change from Gohan/Videl to Angela to Suzuki so quickly. Try to get it in an even pattern. That's all for now.
Neko Girl
Nice story can't wait for more. I'm in the process of reading chapter nine. Again, nice story.
Chichi Briefs
Great chapter as always. Can't wait for chapter ten!
