(A/N) So, after a fairly long and very undeserved hiatus, i've decided to potentially continue this story, and I've decided I'm going to try something new, normally, my writing is based on an image in my head, usually words '-.-, it's writing so give me some credit. However; today I came up with a new possible way to write, I'm going to get the images of my story in my head and have it play as an episode of a show, so… if it seems a bit different, that's because I'm basically altering my entire style of writing...sort of...it made more sense in my head. Anyway, hopefully this will come out as fluidly as I'd like, considering the entirety of this will be written… eyes closed! Err… I promise to go back and proofread it?Disclaimer, I own nothing of dragon ball z, neither characters, nor rights, only the ideas flowing from my head.

As Videl hopped from the cockpit of her copter onto the roof of the school, the clear sky behind her beleying her dark mood; Her mind wandered to the appearance of the new hero on the block, but most importantly her block.

His outfit was incredibly familiar, but she couldn't quite place it… And his voice was just as familiar, in an unfamiliar sort of way. She pressed one hand to her chin as she pressed the button to capsulize her copter.

She stood on the roof for a moment, a sudden gust catching the hem of her trademark t-shirt, and causing the tips of her twin tails to flutter softly, not unlike the sense of familiarity that 'superhero's' voice stirred within her, a small sneer maring her face, she pulled her hand from her chin and clapped her hands to her cheeks. Her eyes darted towards the scene of the crime she had just left.

Deciding that reminiscing on an irritating topic would only further ruin her currently ruined mood, she turned towards the door, ignoring the slight crackle of gravel on the roof as she headed back towards the gymnasium.

The long halls of the school all seemed to blur together in a kaleidoscope of ruby lockers and numbered doors. She didn't even encounter any teacher's aides' pacing the halls, carrying class material for their respective classes.

What she did hear were the squeaks and squeals of rubber gripping the mats of the gym floor, and the rythmic thumping of balls peppering walls, only the tempo was off.

The tempo she was expecting to hear was a pause between thumps, which shouldn't even be plausible from this distance, a few halls away. What she was hearing was a staccato of a machine pistol, something she was familiar with.

The closer she got, the louder the thumps became, and then the pacing changed, no longer was it a machine pistol, it was an assault rifle.

Her curiosity piqued, she picked up her pace and began to jog, as she turned the corner to the final hallway separating her from the absurdly loud thuds coming from the gym, it jumped again.

No longer was it an assault rifle it was a full fledged war; She skid to a stop and slung open the door, everyone was sitting on the bleachers, Erasa playing on her phone was something she was expecting to see.

What she actually saw was a full fledged jaws dropped class. Not one of their class were able to keep their jaws from all but dragging along the ground, and as she turned to look towards the open gym floor hers decided that it was going to join the masses.

Standing on one side was their teacher and the kids, on the opposite side was Gohan. And even as she watched, she saw the source of the noise, Gohan had a ball in each hand, and she watched as he swung his torso to the left, a small droplet of sweat crossing between his narrowed eyes, before dropping from his nose to the floor.

And then he drew his arm back, and swept it forward like a lightning bolt, the ball distorting mid release as it left at speeds she wasn't entirely sure a dodgeball was supposed to reach, and watching she saw him kick another up from a pile she hadn't quite noticed at his feet, and then time resumed its normal course.

To say a stream of red crossing the air like a semi-visible blade wouldn't be an incorrect way to describe the onslaught between the four people standing in the gym.

At the halfway point balls were crashing together before springing apart toward their owners' hands before being unleashed in another volley. The noise she heard wasn't the sound of the foam cored balls colliding with the wall. It was them colliding with each other, the sound was as close to cannons being fired as she had ever heard.

She watched as a single ball slipped by close to the floor before curving back up towards Gohan in what would have been a blind spot for her.

Even as she was prepared to see him hit by the pitch she saw him kick one up and slam it with a slap kick into the top of the bullet careening towards him, slowing its momentum and pressing it into the floor before continuing its path as a safe ball before he jumped and spun impossibly fast and launching it directly at his brother.

If the throws had been fast? Then this was borderline subsonic as it crashed into his brother it sent him spiraling towards his friend and knocked them both to the ground where a slightly slower ball just nicked, the barest tip of his shoe and then it was down to Gohan and the teacher.

Vegeta looked up and grunted, "Kakkabrat one, you have a new opponent." He tossed his flame haired head towards the door where Gohan's gaze flickered to almost imperceptibly for the barest of moments as if expecting a ball to come from nowhere to end the game. "Oh! Hey Videl! There's still time to join if you'd like."

Videl Satan, number one tough girl in the school, never one to back down from a challenge; took a short swallow to wet her suddenly parched throat.

Even the thought of getting hit by one of those bullets sent a small shiver down her spine. But thanks to her upbringing, backing down from a challenge was not something she was even remotely prone to doing.

With a moment of hesitation, she put on a small smirk and walked over to where Vegeta had stood previously, and grabbed a ball in each hand, "Bring it on Gohan!" Her voice was far more steady than her heart beat.

She heard a grunt from behind her and turned, "We only have a couple minutes of class left, make this fast brat." Vegeta turned away and walked to stand by the wall where he leaned back against it, one foot placed flat against the wall, his head tilted as he watched with unabashed amusement.

With an inaudible growl she turned to face her opponent who had a surprisingly serious look on his face, "Sorry Videl, but if I don't win I'm going to be the one who pays for it later."

He threw a ball from his hand and she watched as it curved around her, and smacked into the wall, the noise drew her attention, as she would realize afterwards he had done intentionally, and loosed his second throw, far slower than when she had been watching thankfully.

She watched it fly towards her and she jumped to the right and heard a thud before feeling a soft thud against the small of her back. She turned to look behind her and saw a ball plop to the floor and bounce once before rolling away.

"That's the game to Kakkabrat." Vegeta had barely announced before a ringing sounded out from the bell on the wall signaling the end of class.

She hadn't even had a ghost of a chance she realized, and turned to give one Gohan Son a piece of her mind, before realizing that he was less than an arms length from her.

One well defined arm curled behind his head scrubbing the back of his nappy mop, "Are you okay 'Del?" He asked sheepishly, "I was trying to make sure I didn't hit you too hard, but it's…" He paused for a moment, his hand falling from his head to lock eyes with her momentarily before turning away, "It's hard for me to judge my strength sometimes."

She glared before following his lead and turning away, "No, I'm not hurt, but how did you do that, hit me from behind?" He looked back at her with a small grin, "Psychology." She arched one eyebrow in confusion as if asking him to elaborate, "Most of the world is right handed. You know that right?"

She nodded, "Something people don't realize they do, fighter's specifically, is dodge to their dominant side."

She nodded slowly, "Yeah," She agreed, "That makes sense, and now that I think about it, I do do that."

He nodded "I angled the ball to bounce off the wall and threw the second to force you into the path of where I knew they'd collide and hit you with the one that didn't touch the wall and take it out of play."

Her eyes widened minutely, "And knocked me out of the game without me knowing the blow was coming."

He nodded with a Son grin plastered to his face, sending her heart fluttering for a moment, "We should probably get changed for next class." He turned and walked towards the locker room.

She glared at his back before huffing and turning to walk towards the girls locker evenlocker's even as a near silent chuckle sounded from the wall which she pointedly ignored.

(A/N) So, this one is going to be a short one just to see if anyone even wants to continue reading it, I've been working on an assassination classroom fic some and i'm thinking about potentially trying to get back on track with writing and possbily updating in addition to working on a novel so maybe this'll be good practice, please, read, review, leave comments. Long, short, helpful and hurtful. That doesn't bother me, what is important is your input, I'm going to try and make their interactions more .. natural.. would probably be a good word, not so rushed or forced, but if I do, I willi will try to have a reason.