Um, I do not own any characters in this fan-fiction.
The Romance of the Half-Saiyans: Chapter One – Meet Videl
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It had been one year since the end of the Cell Games. In those two months he had become the most recognizable man in the world. The only problem with this was that he was famous for something he would never had been able to do. His own daughter would have had a greater chance of defeating Cell than he did. His daughter, Videl Satan.
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Videl stood in the middle of a square room filled with punching bags colored green. The same green that the monster Cell had been. She stood in a fighting stance with her eyes closed, focusing on her surrounding. After half a minute of this, she leapt into action, attacking the Cell-bags one by one. Within half a minute, all the bags were either destroyed or were ripped from the ceiling.
"That was very impressive Videl." Her father, the "Defeater of Cell," stood at the doorway. He had watched her destroy the punching bags, even though he could only see her attacks and movements blurred. Today was the day he decided to tell his daughter the truth: about Cell, and about herself.
"Thanks Dad, I am only trying to become as strong as you." This statement hurt the wrestling champ. She was trying to become as strong as she thought he was, yet she was already stronger and faster than he was.
Hercule Satan moved to the center of the room toward his daughter. "Videl, what I am about to say may not be easy for you to understand, but it is the truth." The look in his daughter's eyes made him want to be able to split in two so he could beat himself up. "Videl, I was not the one who defeated Cell."
"But dad, you told all of those people…"
"I know what I said, but it wasn't true. All of those tricks those other people did was for real. They were the ones who defeated him."
"But, why did you tell everyone that you did it! You lied!" Videl was starting to cry at this point.
"Videl, those people were not human, they were aliens. I know that they would not want people to look for them, so I decided to prevent people from finding them. I know they don't want to be found because your mother did not want people to find out what she was. Videl, your mother was an alien, like the people who defeated Cell." At this new information, Videl ran away from her father. "Videl, don't go! Please…"
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Videl had spent two hours in her room crying. She was sitting next to her bed, holding her knees to her face as she cried. Mommy, what were you? What am I? Videl decided to leave her room after her stomach started to hurt from hunger. She smelled food coming from the kitchen and couldn't help it anymore. She left her room and went to the dining room. When she got there her father was sitting there as the maids finished putting food on the table. She sat in the chair next to her father.
"Would you all mind letting me and my daughter eat properly? Thanks." Once all the maids left, Mr. Satan turned to his daughter. "Pumpkin, how are you feeling?"
"Dad, what was mommy, exactly?" Videl couldn't resist asking this question.
"Your mother was from a race called the Saiyans. She was a brilliant fighter, which shows in you." After seeing her daughter smile, he started digging into his food.
"Dad, you said she could do the tricks like the people who defeated Cell. Can you teach me to those?" After asking the question, Videl starting attacking the food in a way only a true saiyan could.
"I'm sorry honey, but I never bothered to learn. There is an old fighter who was able to them, and even had a few students in the old tournaments. I am sure we could get him or one of the students to teach you dear." Hercule smiled at his daughter wanting to learn how to fight.
"Thanks daddy! I am sure I can make you proud!"
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It had taken two months, but now the Satans knew where the old Turtle Hermit lived. Videl had packed clothes and put them in the hover-copter. She looked over to her father who was standing by the house. "Aren't you coming to meet the master?"
"Sorry sweetie, but they will probably know about… tricks… so it is better if I didn't come. Don't worry though, Roberto will take care of you until you get there. I will be thinking of you pumpkin"
"Dad, I'll miss you!" With that the hover-copter took off to the house of Master Roshi.
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Well, that was the first chapter in this awful story. Ever get tired of when a story stops getting updated? If you do, you might not want to continue reading this series. Chances are I will get writers block half way through and start on another story. Hopefully not though. I will probably get the next chapter up within a week.
Oh yeah? Is "hover-copter" the right phrase?
Hmm, my Java comments don't seem to be registered by the site. The spacing I am using nopw doesn't look as good, but it will do.