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Chapitre Un: Remembering

'I do…' Who'd have thought I'd be standing here, just seconds away from saying those two words. All I had to do was utter those two tiny words, and my whole world would change. Again…

I looked into those deep eyes, those knowing eyes that could draw you in and trap you like quicksand. Once you were pulled into those dark eyes, you knew, you just knew you were safe.

Those eyes… Whoever said the eyes were the portals to the soul was absolutely correct. I could just loose myself in them forever. Kinda like what I was doing now…

'Just two words, just two words…' I shook myself free of those enthralling eyes. Was I really ready for this? Was I truly ready to give myself away? Looking into the bottomless wells of those eyes once more, I smiled.

'Just two words…'

I found myself flooded by memories, and looked up at this man I was to be wed to. Tears sprung to my eyes.

He looked at me with concern and worry. The poor dear was worried I was backing out on him. I'd be worried too, if I was in his situation. For crying out loud! I was crying! Everyone knew I was not one given to such things as tears.

But no, these were not tears of sadness. No, there tears, they were of joy. I looked up at him again and blinked, sending the tears from my eyes to cascade down my cheeks. 'Just two words…"

The memories of our times together still raged though my mind. They went through all of our experiences together, the good and the bad. Even the very first time we set eyes on each other…

"Videl! Videl you have to get up! It's the first day of school!"

"Neh. Go 'way. 'm sleepy Micha."

"Videl, I told you you shouldn't have been staying up so late all summer! But noooo! You just had to 'surf the net' as you called it. Until four in the morning no less!"

"Micha!" I whined crankily at the head caretaker of our house…er- mansion. "'m tired! Can't school just wait till tomorrow?"

"No sweetie, it can't. Contrary to what your father thinks, the whole world doesn't revolve around the life of the Satan's, so yes, you have to go today."

I flopped out of bed unceremoniously, and landed on the floor in the midst of my large comforter blanket.

"Thank you." Micha stated blandly.

I heard her start walking out of the room and promptly covered my eyes with the blanket. Who cares if I was on the floor. Sleep is still sleep, I suppose.

The footsteps creaking across the floor paused.

"Videl?"

I just lay there in my half-asleep state.

"Videl, are you up? Videl!"

I suddenly found my nice warm blanket being torn from my body. I opened my eyes in protest only to be blinded by the golden rays of the morning sun, which had seeped through the eastern facing window and slowly crawled across the floor to my face. I slapped my hands to my eyes as quickly as I could and rolled over to lie on my stomach, hoping to get back to sleep. Halfway through my turn though, a strong grip found it's way to my bent elbow and began yanking my hands away from my face.

"Misha! I'm tryin' ta sleep here!"

"Yeah, I see that. Gah, you are impossible child!"

I sighed in defeat. There was no way I'd be able to get back to sleep now anyways, Misha had seen to that. I was one of those people who, when up, I'm up for good.

"Alright, alright, I'm coming. Just let me get changed and I'll be down for breakfast in a while."

"I expect you'll be no more than fifteen minutes Videl. If I have to wait any longer, I'll have to assume you went back to sleep and I'll barge right in here, you got that young lady?"

"Yeah yeah, fifteen minutes, no more, barging. Got ya." I mumbled, throwing a lazy thumbs-up in her direction to show I understood. Micha left, shutting the door behind her. I rolled my eyes in exasperation at her. Or maybe it was at school. Maybe it was just at life in general. At any rate, three seconds after she left, I swiftly relaxed into falling back on my bed. Staring at the ceiling didn't seem to be a very interesting activity, so I rolled over and got up.

I managed to catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I walked to the closet and immediately halted and backtracked a step so I was in view of the mirror again. Cracking a sideways grin, I ran a hand through my hair for about two inches. That's all the farther my fingers would go through my hair in it's current state. Eying my reflection strangely, I quickly snatched up a brush and attempted to brush the hopelessly tangled mass of hair. I suppose that's what I get for going to sleep with wet hair. My thoughts went on a tangent and I found myself wondering if that's what dad did to make his hair stick up that way. I mean, the mass of hair I currently found myself with certainly looked like I had an Afro. A big, black, poofy fro. Several times, the knots were so bad that I couldn't help but wince in pain. I finally was able to brush though my hair, but it was still sticking up weird and was still quite poofy, due to the fact that it had dried that way. Sighing in resignation, I tied my hair into two simple pigtails, one on either side of my head. There. No one would ever think I had spent any time on my hair at all.

Now I could finally go change out of my PJ's. I stalked to the small closet and glanced at the contents. Blue t-shirt, red t-shirt, yellow t-shirt, green t-shirt, white t-shirt. Like I really cared about fashion. I yanked the white shirt off it's hanger and flung it somewhere behind me to save for later. Now for the bottom part. Black shorts, black shorts, black shorts, and oh! Look! More stinkin' black shorts. I'm so creative in my fashion statements…

I slipped into my clothes for the day and padded out of my room, down the hall, and down the stairs. The smells of breakfast wafted to my nose, and my stomach suddenly seemed to realize it was hungry as it gave a mighty growl. Dad looked up from his newspaper and coffee at the noise.

"Oh, hey 'Dellie! Ready for school?"

"Sure." I huffed abruptly as I slumped down into the chair across from him. This time it was dad's turn to crack a grin.

"Misha told me how late you stayed up yesterday."

"That's nice." I deadpanned. There were only two words on my mind at that point in time. Sleep, and food. Since sleep was obviously unachievable, I went for the next best thing.

"Where's my food!" Anyone with half a brain could tell I was cranky. Just as I had demanded, a servant came out of the kitchen with a steaming plate of hot, fresh-cooked breakfast-type foods. I dug in with fervor. The tastes of the bacon, eggs, and toast all seemed to meld together in my mouth, just as the aromas in the air did. Oh well, it was all going to the same place anyways.

The moment I finished my morning meal, Misha chose to make her appearance again. She snatched the empty plate out of my hands, and handed me a school bag in return.

"You better get going Videl. You'll be late if you don't."

I scowled at the bag, the stupid repulsive little waste of fabric that it was. "Gee, thanks Misha.

"You're welcome sweetie!" She said, purposely over-cheerily. I swear her sole purpose in life is to make me suffer. I turned my scowl towards the housekeeper, which only made her smile brighter. I rolled my eyes and stomped up to the roof so I could take off in my jet copter from the launch pad up there.

Flying over the city is always a relaxing activity for me. I'm not sure why, but ever since I was allowed to do this, I've always relished my alone time, high above the city. Well… it was relaxing as long as I didn't start falling asleep and nearly crash into a tree that is…heh. Misha was right about those late nights. Thank God for autopilot. So instead of steering the rest of the way, I just stared out at the scenery. Is it weird to think a city is beautiful? That's one of the things I enjoy about flying so much. The buildings in themselves are made-man miracles. That's kind of an oxymoron, but still, they've always fascinated me. They're so insanely tall, but they're sturdy and…I don't know! Maybe it's because of the way the sun hits the thousands of windows? Or maybe it's just because this is where I grew up, so I'm biased into thinking it's beautiful? Or maybe…maybe I'm just weird.

A small beep startled me out of my thoughts and I looked around frantically, trying to find what was wrong, only to realize that the copter had already landed on the school roof and the auto pilot was just shutting off. Just as I began to hop out, there was another annoying beep. Glancing around the interior of my copter, the beep sounded again and I realized it was my watch. The police sometimes called me in to help with situations, although it had been a while since the last time I was needed. Go figure I'd get a call on the first day of school. I think these criminals have something against my education or something.

"Yeah, Videl here…uh huh…I gotcha chief…I'll be there in a flash." I rolled my eyes for what seemed the millionth time today, and jumped back in my ride, raring to go stop some cruddy bank robbers. I mean, who robs the bank? Seriously! That's something I'd expect out of a western! I can just see all the spur and leather-clad guys wearing bandannas over the bottom of their faces and robbing a bank. But now? I mean really, who does that?

I arrived at the scene soon enough and capsulized my ride for later. Seeing everything taken care of already- even though I had only been called ten minutes ago- I stood there in surprise. I didn't let that shock show on the outside though. Instead, I wore an angry expression, and smacked my hands together. Eventually, the outside worked its way inside, and I was mad. Who dared to beat down the bad guys before me! I subconsciously knew I was being ridiculous, but still, I was on a roll with my anger.

"Who did this!" I demanded.

"Some kind of golden fighter!"

I cocked my head in a nonverbal sign that I wanted more info.

"He was some kind of super-human!"

"Super. Human. What the crap is that supposed to mean!" I screeched at the man. At least, I though I screeched at the man. I had closed my eyes during the yelling, but when I opened them, he was nowhere in sight. Oops. My bad. I really need to work on my temper.

I planted my face in my right hand and began muttering incomprehensible things. In fact, I didn't even know what I was saying, I was just sort of mumbling random syllables. Figuring I should go back to school, I stormed away from the scene and let out my copter. I actually made it back to school in time too! Ok, so maybe I was flying a little faster than I should have, but I got to school on time didn't I?

So there I was. Just sitting in my seat, waiting for the teacher to start, when the teacher comes in and makes some dumb announcement about this new guy. We get new people all the time, and they never got special introductions! So what was so special about this guy? Oh. Perfect scores on his entrance exams. I see now. I suppose a brainiac is better than another dumb jock. There are quite enough of those in our school already, thank you very much.

Speaking of dumb jocks…

"Sharpner don't touch me!" I smirked as his eyes grew wide and he took pulled his hands away from me. I think I surprised him, since he hadn't even touched me yet, he was just moving his hands in that general direction.

I looked back up at the front of the room and didn't see a new guy. Slightly confused, I started glancing around the room for any sign of him. Then I saw Erasa chatting avidly at this tall guy with black spiky hair in the seat next to her. Ah, so that's where he went. I gave a small, barely detectable laugh at the expression on his face as Erasa was talking to him. He looked completely lost!

Ok…Erasa just said something about shoes. I guess that's why he looked so confused. Erasa is one of those people with a shoe fetish, and once she gets going, well, she goes for a while. She named her favorite pair of shoes once. That was kind of weird, I must admit. If I remember correctly, she named one 'Night' and the other 'Gale'. I guess so she could refer to them both as Nightingale. Night IN gale, night AND gale…eh, who am I to judge her creativity. Anyways, back to the new guy. Erasa was still talking away, and I decided to rescue the guy, who was just sitting there and nodding his head everyone in while. Just as I was about to open my mouth though, Erasa made the introduction for me.

"That down there is Sharpner, and this is my friend Videl! Her dad is Hercule! Isn't that the coolest!"

He looked up at me and smiled. "Oh, I never knew he had a daughter! That must be pretty interesting!"

Erasa spoke for me again. "Oh it is! She gets to meet all sorts of other famous people because of her dad!"

I gave Erasa a dirty look, and then looked back at the guy, who looked at me at the same time.

"Hi, I'm Gohan."

"Hi."


Yeah I know. Bad me, startin' another fic when I'm having a hard enough time keeping up with my other three.

But, but…I just had to get this out of my system! Yes this is a romance. I just had some random ideas floating around in my head, and this is what they surmount to.

So. This is my sad little attempt at writing a romance. I don't I'm not sure how good at writing romance I am though, so I hope this doesn't suck. There hasn't been any yet, this was mainly just a 'get to know Videl' chapter. I think…

Obviously, it's from Videl's point of view, and this story will be from her perspective pretty much the whole time, although I'll probably switch it around a couple of times. Maybe, maybe not. Ya never know!

Yeah, so I hope you like what I've written so far! Please review and tell me whatcha think!