Videl: Warrior Princess: Hey guys! Sorry, I know that sounded kinda weird and/or stupid. Give me a break, I wrote this in end of 8th grade-beginning of 9th grade, and I've only seen two eps with Videl in them at the time, and that's when she learned to fly! Anyway, here's chappie 2, and I'm trying to keep this A/N's short. Enjoy!
Chapter 2: A Devil's Life, Blood, and Funeral
ONE WEEK AND FIVE DAYS LATER…..
Diabla pulled on her green sweater as Videl jumped up and down impatiently. Cook shook her head and sighed as she tried to put on Videl's jacket on her. "Miss Videl, would you hold still and act like a young lady and not like some wild rabbit?!" Cook snapped as she finally got the garment on the rowdy girl. Videl turned around and looked at her innocently.
"But Cook, I don't want to be a young lady!! They're so boring!! All they do is sit around, wear dresses, and have tea parties and never have any fun!!" Videl answered, making Cook sigh again and her mom laugh.
"Videl, stop giving Cook such a hard time," Diabla giggled, grabbing her car keys. She was just about to walk out the door when Cook stopped her.
"Miss Diabla, don't you think you should rest some more? The doctor said that it was a slim chance of you even survivin', don't you think that you shouldn't try to push your luck? I think you'd ought to take it easy for a little more. Let me take her," Cook offered, but Diabla declined.
"Look Cook, it really touches me that you're that concerned about me, but I'm fine. I promise that if I even I get the slightest bit tired, I'll come back," Diabla promised. Cook looked at her sternly but sighed in defeat. She had been Diabla's nanny since she was about Videl's age, and she knew that once Diabla's mind had been made up, there was no stopping her. "Bye Cook!" she chimed as she walked out the door.
Evening fell upon the city as Diabla was walking Videl down the street after a fun day out on the town. "Wow Mom, that was fun!!" Videl almost shouted, skipping alongside her mother.
"Yeah, it was, wasn't it?" Diabla laughed. She couldn't remember having more fun with her daughter than today. They went shopping (although Videl hated most of that), saw a movie, got some ice cream, visited the park, and went roller-skating. Except the one time they were together like a family, before fame changed Mr. Satan. He'd become conceited, obsessed with martial arts, and an asshole; he had been cheating on her. Sure she wanted to leave, but what was she going to do with Videl? She didn't have enough money to give her a good life or a lawyer for the divorce. Her mind snapped back to the present, and she cleared her throat to drive away the sudden pain and tears that followed after those thoughts.
"Hey Mom?" Videl asked, tugging on her mom's shirt. Diabla looked down and smiled.
"Hmm?" Videl gave her a shy small smile and hugged her mom.
"Thank you." Diabla smiled at her and ruffled Videl's hair. Then, a car came racing like a mad person towards them. Grabbing her daughter, Diabla ran to the other side of the street and placed her down on the sidewalk. Three men got out of the car and glared at them. One of them was Alcaptone. Diabla gasped, and Videl yelled unintentionally, "That's the bad man we saw two weeks ago!" Alcaptone gritted his teeth in contempt.
"IT'S THAT GIRL!! GET HER NOW!!!" he bellowed, and one of the goons whipped out a machine gun and aimed it at Videl.
"VIDEL, NOOOO!!!!!!!!!" Diabla wailed and picked up her daughter, who was frozen still from fear, and began to ran. BANG! Seeing that their work was done, the Green Scale Gang left. Diabla smiled at her daughter, who was unconscious due to the fall, and held her tighter. "My little one, I wish I could…that I could stay with you, but fate my dear has other plans….please take care……I love you, my little Videl," she wheezed.
Videl awoke thirty minutes later to find herself in the shield of mother's arms. Blood was everywhere, on the sidewalk, on her clothes, on the street, and her mom. Diabla's skin was a pallid white, the dried blood on her lips ashy red, and the blood from her stomach still pouring and bright scarlet. She gulped in fear and her hands shook, as well as the rest of her body, and her heart was beating so fast that she thought it would pop right out of her chest. "Mommy? Mommy, are you okay? Mommy?! MOMMY?!! MOMMY!!!!!!!" she wailed, shaking her mom's limb body. Rain began to pour hard, and Videl hugged her tightly, shielding her from the rain, trying to find comfort.
FIFTHTEEN DAYS LATER….
The funeral was unbearable to Videl; seeing her mother's dead body, finding out that she could never come back, rude press people butting into her every move, and the feeling that she killed her mother. Never before in her life had Videl ever cried, but when she sat beside her mom's corpse in the hospital, not even the heavens themselves could rain down more tears than Videl did that night.
At night, Videl would curl up into a ball holding her mom's favorite purple blouse, using it to stifle her tears. She couldn't believe it, her only friend in the whole world was now gone forever. What was she going to do? Receiving no comfort from the harsh world, she fell asleep alone, cold, and broken.
She would never love anyone again. Videl vowed it that day. Three weeks, it's been three weeks since her mom's death, and she couldn't bear it. No matter how hard she tried, Videl couldn't shrug off the feeling that it was her fault her mom was now gone. Sighing as she pulled her hair back into her traditional ponytail, she stared at the mirror and remembered her mom styling her hair. Diabla always did like it in pigtails, and Videl decided to give it a try. She smiled at her reflection sadly; in a way, it was like mom was with her again.