A few days later, Videl walked slowly round to her soon to be ex-boyfriend's home. She wasn't nervous about hurting his feelings, that wasn't even bottom of the pile. That little problem didn't even register.

What she was worried about was how he would take it. Everything had become clear to her, the signs were all there. The teenager's mental health was questionable, something that had become clear relatively recently and she was worried that he might harm himself. Along with that, his strength had exploded. Not so much that he was an unstoppable killing machine, but enough to worry the girl.

She was strong from her training in martial arts as a youngster, something few knew about, and a year ago, Matthew would have been no problem physically, but now she was not so sure. Her skills were not quite what they used to be so his strength would overwhelm her easily.

The increased muscle mass and his mentality went hand in hand with steroids, and she didn't doubt that he might be taking something else on the side. Whoever he got his steroids off would no doubt be able to obtain plenty of other dodgy items.

So she was going round to a drug fuelled, steroid pumping maniac's house to tell him that the wedding is off. A wedding she knew nothing of, of course. Now she felt like calling some back-up. But no, this was her problem, and she would deal with it.

Stopping in front of the well kept house, much like every other one in this small town, she turned and paced up the driveway. The door opened as she approached, and revealed Matthew, who looked a little worse for wear. He looked as though he had been waiting behind that door for two days without sleep, food or even water.

"Are you all right?" She asked, not yet inside the house.

"Yeah I'm fine." He replied. His voice never wavered, and a kind smile was on his face. She was apprehensive about this, but she felt she owed it to him to at least come inside the house.

As she did so, he slammed the door hard behind her and she turned to see his kind face replaced with one of pure fury and insanity. "I spoke to Bella a few days ago." He seethed. "And she told me some very interesting information."

"And what was that?" She asked, trying to mask her shaky voice. He locked the door behind him, sliding the bolt across with a fatal efficiency.

"She told me that Gohan that freak." He hissed. "Has been knocking someone off."

"Oh yeah?" He bore down on her, his size immediately becoming most alarming to the petite woman. She would really have no chance if this came to violence. She backed up in the direction of the back door. Glancing to her left she spied the living room, and the smashed remnants of a telephone strewn across the floor. That idea was right out of the window then. Bella may have just signed the poor girl's death warrant, and maybe her own while she was at it. Bella had been keen on Matthew for years, and this made perfect sense.

Obviously Bella had hoped this would break the two up, and she would swoop in. If Videl got out of this alive, she would have to warn her of the danger he posed. After beating the crap out of her of course.

"She said that it was my very own girlfriend. What a laugh that was!" He shouted. "My girl and that loser. But then it all became clear. That conversation you two had the other day was part of it."

"Matthew, please-"

"Quiet! I don't know exactly how this all fits in, because my brain is absolutely mashed just at the minute." He placed both hands on the side of his skull and dragged them through his hair and down the side of his face quickly, while blinking repeatedly and shaking his head violently. She shuddered at the action, his crazed state was sending her into a panic. She tried to keep calm and reminded herself that she was a Satan.

She had to get out of this. She span and rushed for the back door, hurtling herself through the kitchen. Her head was jerked violently back however when Matthew took a powerful hold on her long hair. Maybe Gohan had been right about it, she shouldn't swish it about so much. Yes, after this, she would get it cut. If she had any left that is, he had just pulled a huge clump from her scalp.

She fell to her knees and felt herself facing him. He stood tall, letting the thick strands of hair fall slowly like black feathers to the tiled floor. She stood shakily and just saw his fist come crashing down. She tried to block it with her own hand, but it was like putting a piece of paper in front of him. Her hand was deflected away and the clenched fist crashed onto her cheek sending her sprawling to the ground.

She attempted to recall her distant training, but found that her mind was not allowing it. Her shock was clouding her thinking, and only the most basic of survival instincts had kicked in, the one to run and hide. Fighting him head on was not yet an option.

Her hand tenderly caressed the area of skin that he had come into contact with, wincing at the pain of the bruising and feeling the sticky moisture of blood below her fingers. She turned her gaze to him. He was once again stood towering over her, daring her to try to get up again. She moved so that she was sat in front of him and her knees were raised into the air, her feet flat on the floor.

With her right leg, she lashed straight out, coming into contact with his shin with a powerful blow. He cried out in pain and fell to the floor as she took her opportunity to stand. In an instant she was up and moving towards the door, but before she could even move an inch further, a large hand closed itself around her ankle and yanked backwards. She fell again and saw his grimacing face behind her.

She had been sure that he was down with the pain, at least for a few seconds, enough time for her to escape. Obviously the drugs that he had consumed were masking any pain that he felt. He was like the frickin' terminator, nothing that she could possibly do would stop him. A horrible reality hit her, one that told her she was certain to die in this god forsaken place.

She screamed. How the hell was she going to get out?!