Torture With Dende

Chapter 4- Odd Feelings & New Ideas

Author Notes: Sorry for the wait, I've been doing other things. Hope you like this chapter!

Videl smiled almost happily as she flew peacefully in her helicopter above Satan City. She peered down at the city below her, looking for where the current crime was supposed to be taking place. Finally, after only seconds of looking, she found the place. It was a bank that had been robbed more times than she could count. She wondered why all the criminals seemed to go after the same bank. She thought maybe they would have sense enough to go after another once in a while but it always seemed to be the same one.

She switched gears and began landing her copter in a spot away from the crime scene before hopping out of it, first putting on the alarm.

She looked down and gave a quick check of herself before heading out. Although she never cared too much for fashion, she didn't want to look totally rugged while doing her job.

Her eyes scanned her clothes then stopped as they got to her pink shirt. She pulled it down as far as it would reach, which wasn't too far, and hoped with all her might that it wouldn't come riding up on her while she was fighting.

Without another thought, the raven haired girl took off for the crime scene. She smiled happily as thoughts of some criminal getting the crap kicked out of him by her filled her mind and she began to forget about everything bad that had happened that day.

Videl arrived at the crime scene and gave the place a quick scan before turning around to see who the criminal was this time. Suddenly, her eyes went wide and she could feel her anger returning as she cast an eye on the person who was standing in her way.

"Hello Miss. Videl," The Great Saiyaman greeted her with a smile.

Go to Hell. Videl thought with rage but controlled her anger and instead said, "What did you do?"

The grin on his face remained there and he displayed the area around him with a wave of his hand. "I've already taken care of the criminals myself." He pointed into the distance where two criminals were being hauled away into a police car.

Videl clenched her fists together tightly.

The Great Saiyaman's smile widened. "And no need to thank me Miss Videl, it's just part of my job and I'm always happy to save you the trouble."

Videl gritted her teeth.

"Well," The Great Saiyaman started again, looking around, "I think our work is just about done..." He looked at Videl who stood unmoving. "Uh, Miss Videl?"

Suddenly, Videl's anger boiled over and before The Great Saiyaman had a chance to react, she heaved him upward into the air and began staring at him angrily.

The Great Saiyaman didn't move although if you could look behind his mask, you could see that his eyes were widened.

"How dare you come here and fight off the guys I was supposed to fight?!" She yelled.

The Great Saiyaman remained silent. He didn't dare to speak. Not not, maybe not ever.

Videl dropped him back down to the ground and yanked at her ponytails, giving out a yell while doing so.

The Great Saiyaman backed away slowly, very slowly.

She looked back up and pointed at him, "Don't move!" She yelled sternly.

The Great Saiyaman stopped in his tracks.

"Can't you see that I'm having a bad day?! And then you just come in here and-" She let out another scream but this time The Great Saiyaman didn't move.

"Look," Videl continued, "Just get out of here."

The Great Saiyaman remained standing still, not sure if Videl was being serious or not.

"I said go!" She yelled and The Great Saiyaman turned around slowly. Videl cursed under her breath and started walking back to her helicopter when a voice stopped her...

"I'm sorry about the day you've been having Miss Videl. I hope it turns out better than it's started."

Videl turned around quickly and was about to apologize but to her surprise, he had already gone. She looked around with a look of confusion then gave up and started back for her copter. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get her mind of The Great Saiyaman...

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Meanwhile, lingering somewhere above Earth, stood Dende and Mr. Popo.

Mr. Popo stood over his garden, watering his plants and checking them to be sure that they were healthy while Dende stood at the edge of the Lookout peering down upon Earth.

The green Namekian smiled evilly and nodded his head to no one in particular as his newest plan formed in his mind. He had been thinking too small before, sure, torturing Videl with teachers was great, but his newest plan, that was true evil.

Not only would the Namekian torture Videl but it would get to Gohan as well. A two for one special. And it wouldn't be as if -he- would be responsible for Gohan's torture. Oh no, he knew Gohan's most inner thoughts and no matter what he told himself, Dende could tell he really liked Videl. His torturing would be his own fault and that perhaps made Dende's plan a little more clever.

Mr. Popo finished watering his plants and cast an unsuspecting eye upon the Earth guardian. He seemed to be forming a new plot of evil inside his head and wasn't paying any attention to anything else. Yes, now was the perfect time.

The genie reached into his vest and pulled out a cell phone. Quickly, he dialed the number he desired and waited. And waited and waited.

Mr. Popo looked at the cell phone and wondered what was wrong. He could hear the sound of ringing but no one was picking up. He was about to hang up and try again when finally, someone picked up.

"Hello?" the gruff voice answered.

Mr. Popo smiled, "Oh yes, hello. Listen, Mr. Popo needs your help."

"Go ahead, I'm listening," The other end answered.

"Dende's gone crazy again-"

"Gohan torturing?" The voice asked.

Mr. Popo shook his head, even though the other end couldn't see, "No, this time it's Videl."

"Videl Satan?"

"Yes," Mr. Popo answered.

"Man, he's good," The voice commented, "But what do you want me to do?"

"I want you to help me stop him. He's coming up with another plan, Mr. Popo can tell. And it seems as if it's going to be evil. Mr. Popo can see Dende smiling evilly."

The other end gave a quick snort, "You said that the last time..."

"Do you not remember Gohan?"

The phone went quiet as the voice began thinking about the day in which Gohan had almost snapped. "You're right. He needs to be stopped. Got any ideas?"

Mr. Popo paused to smile, "Actually, Mr. Popo does have a few."