Due to popular demand and the way that I ended the first chapter, I have decided to continue the story for you guys, so here we go.

Part 2 of What if...

Videl had grown used to the flashing lights in the past seven years of her life. It wasn't something she was proud of but rather something that was necessary due to her father's fame. Her father was already considered a top-flight martial artist due to him winning the World Martial Arts Championship before the emergence of Cell but the man had blown up to even greater heights when he had defeated the green monster all those years ago. The 'world's savior' was the proclamation of the public following the monumental victory and the man had not hesitated to soak up the attention from the media. He was a natural showboat, and the people had bought in on his confidence and arrogant boasts.

He was the earth's newest golden boy and this attention had of course rolled over to his only daughter. Videl Satan's life had changed drastically since then and there was never a moment of peace again. There was hardly ever a time when she wasn't being hounded by the press for the latest 'scoop' or the police department calling for her help in sometimes the most inconvenient of hours. Her private life had dwindled to nothingness and she was now the public's property so to speak.

So yes, the girl had grown accustomed to the flashing lights from the paparazzi.

But it didn't stop her from being caught off-guard by the large volume of reporters that had huddled into the police headquarters. When she had informed the chief of police that she had discovered Saiyaman's identity and wanted a press conference, she had not expected this. The place was packed to the brim and the reporters were huddled together like sardines in a tin. She had already counted over dozens of television cameras that no doubt were being broadcasted live. Not to mention the unspeakable amount of microphones, notepads and even tape recorders she could spy from her position behind the chief.

She felt a pang of jealously swirl within her by the massive amount of persons who had gathered for his grand reveal. It irked her to see the amount of attention that Gohan had garnered under his alter ego. Ever since his arrival, he had systematically taken over as the city's greatest hero and the worst part was that he was only doing the job part-time, as opposed to her, who was fully dedicated. It was completely unfair and she felt a vindictive glee as she would soon reveal his secret to the world.

That negative emotion was however squashed by a knot of guilt twisting in her stomach. She didn't want to do this but Gohan had brought this upon himself, she reasoned. If he had simply complied to her demands for once then she would not have had to resort to such drastic measures.

She stepped forward into the room and the frenzy was unleashed.

The media personnel wasted no time to attempt and tush towards the girl. Only the presence of a rope barrier and few police officers deterred them from completely bomb-rushing the girl in their eagerness for her to spill the beans on the city's masked vigilante. She walked pointedly to her chair behind the table set up while pointedly ignoring all the questions being thrown at her. Like aforementioned, she had grown used to the flashing lights. She took a seat and noted that the chief had taken up residence beside her.

The chief was portly man and had a handlebar mustache that he had bleached blonde. His hair was deep brown in color and looked as though he had taken a couple hours in the mirror just brushing it. She realized that the man was dressed for the occasion, his white shirt starched and his medals and badge shining just a tad brighter than before.

She wondered why he had gone through the trouble but reasoned that he saw it fitting as he would no doubt be appearing on multiple channels.

Compared to him, she was utterly under dressed. She was clad in her usually training gi and the only accessory she wore were the golden hair bands. Perhaps she had taken the situation too lightly, but then again, this was about Gohan.

The chief allowed the crowd to clamor for a few more moments being he raised a single hand in the air, his palm facing the crowd. Like an attentive classroom, the noise level lulled to a low hush. The only sounds that could be heard were the small clicks as a few cameras went off, capturing the moment. The officer made a small rolling signal with his raised hand to the main camera stationed in the middle of the room and the camera man returned with a thumbs up. The lights on the device went red.

They were officially on air.

"Good morning ladies and gentlemen of the world, I am Sergeant Copperfield, the chief of the Satan City Police Department," the man introduced in a professional tone. "I must apologize for the interruption of your regular programming but after hearing the request of our very own Videl Satan, I feel that my actions are justified." The man made a gesture to her and she smiled slightly as the cameras panned over to her direction.

If there was one thing she appreciated about her father's fame was the perks it had given her.

"Most of you may be aware of this fact but for those who do not, allow me to explain. Just like her father before her, the young Videl has given her own time in ensuring the safety for persons like yourselves by assisting the the police force in their activities. I am happy to report that since her intervention, while crime rates may still be high, the amount of arrests have skyrocketed, leaving this city with arrest-rate over of over 90%." Here, he paused to allow for the reporters to applaud the young girl, a small token of appreciation for her efforts he thought.

"But while it was a great achievement, it seemed it was not enough to dissuade criminals from stopping their heinous crimes. Videl, while an invaluable asset to our task force, was still only one person. She worked tirelessly and alone in her crime fighting work... or at least she used to. Several weeks ago, a new figure made himself known to our great city, declaring himself to be the Great Saiyaman. He donned a mask and cape while he did his work and together, these two crime fighters were able to bring the crime rate down.

"But naturally, we began to wonder, 'Who was under the mask? Who was the Great Saiyaman?'. My dear citizens, this question will be answered today by our very own, Videl Satan!"

The man behind the camera had swiveled his view from the chief onto her in an instant. She faltered for a second, wondering whether or not she could truly go through with it. She valued Gohan as a friend all things considered. Perhaps not as much as Erasa but somewhat on a bit different scale of friendship. She wasn't sure what it was entirely but she had more than once found herself growing nervous around him and his opinions of her. It was disconcerting but true. Even now she couldn't help but think if he was watching her now.

And what he thought about it.

But her wounded pride demanded for retribution against Gohan. She was not one to be ignored and the way he had refused her had left a hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach. She wanted to lash out at him for causing those feelings and this was one of the grandest ways she knew how.

This was all Gohan's fault, she justified.

So with a steeled resolve, she spoke into the market.

"I just want to say... "

Gohan had to admit, the girl truly meant her words.

The small abode that his father had built many years ago for his family was dead quiet as they listened to the raven haired Satan as she revealed to the whole world the secret identity of the Great Saiyaman. She had immediately opened the floor to questions the second that she was handed the mic and the reporters had made good on their opportunity. The first question they had asked was expected:

"Who was the man behind the mask?"

She was unrepentant in her explanation. She had recalled explicitly the time when her first suspicions were raised. It was after his first appearance on the crime fighting scene where he had assisted her in taking down a couple of bank robbers. She went on to explain about his reclusive behavior during class when she had questioned his method of traverse to and from the 439 mountain areas. The final piece to the puzzle was the cut he had picked up as the Great Saiyaman. Gohan hadn't even dwell on the small wound (and calling it a wound was a stretch). He had suffered far worse at the hands of Nappa, Frieza and Cell to really care about a small scratch but she had.

The questions had only increased since then, and with each answer she gave, Gohan felt... angrier. He hadn't felt the ugly emotion in so long that it had surprised him. For the first time in seven years, Gohan felt angry at another living being. It had been Cell who had last been a target for his anger and since the fateful clash, he had tried better to regulate his emotions with great success. But now, the anger was slowly bubbling to the surface with each information about him she gave out.

His name.

His age.

His address.

His father.

His likes and dislikes.

Everything she knew was now aired to the public and Gohan was pissed. It wasn't the 'I'm-going-to-blast-you-to-smithereens-with-my-kamehameha-wave' type of anger. No, it was more along the lines of 'I-m-going-to-go-outside-and-destroy-another-mountain-because-I-don't-want-to-break-your-face' type of angers.

The girl he had considered a friend and respected had betrayed his trust with a sickly sweet smile on her face. He knew the lengths one's pride could cause them to go (Vegeta being a prime example) but the knowledge that Videl had outed him had hurt a lot more than it should have. Realistically, he knew his secret would have had to come out at some point. He was bound to slip up somewhere but the fact that it was Videl that did this...

... it was too painful to bear.

His mother's reaction was not one he had expected. Where he had imagined her being angry and yelling vengeance on the teenage girl, she had instead sat back wordlessly.

That scared Gohan more than an irate Chi-Chi.

"Mom?" he inquired softly, letting go of his anger momentarily. His mother needed him now. "Are you okay?"

"Oh Gohan... " the woman sighed. "It's all ruined now,"

"What do you mean, mom?" he questioned. Sure his secret was out and the press would be on them but that certainly didn't mean their future was gone. "I'm sure its not that bad,"

The woman shook her head. "You don't understand Gohan. You can't go to school anymore. You'll never be able to focus there and... and... " Whatever it was that she wanted to say was apparently too painful for her to commit to words as she broke into sobs. Gohan grimaced as he watched her cry. He was always uncomfortable around crying girls and is mother was no different.

"It'll be okay mom. I promise!" he tried to coerce her with his patented Son family smile but it seemed to make her cry even louder.

"No! It won't be okay! MY BABY IS GOING TO BE A DROPOUT!" the woman wailed.

Gohan sweat-dropped. It was just like his mother to focus on his schoolwork - even though he had long passed the high school level. But he wouldn't leave her like this.

"Don't cry mom. I don't have to drop out of school because of this. Sure, it's going to be harder but I'll manage."

"But how will you make friends now? The only reason I sent you to school was to get to know kids you own age," she stuttered through her tears. She was coming off her crying tangent now and her words were flowing a bit easier.

"I already have-" he stopped his sentence short. He was going to say that he had already made friends but he wasn't so sure at the moment. Sharpener was at best considered an acquaintance. He didn't really get along with the blond jock and had only socialized with him due to Erasa's insistent personality. Speaking of the bubbly blond, while he was fond of her, he was sure that she would always choose Videl over him, and with Videl's actions just now, he would rather avoid the ravenette if he could help it.

So that was a no go on counting Videl, Erasa or Sharpener as friends.

"How about a different school somewhere else?" he asked nervously. He wasn't sure why he was still suggesting ideas for him to still attend school when he was more than qualified to be working at any workplace he wanted but attributed it to growing fond of the novelty of a normal life. It was a big change from his constant training regimen and he was glad his mother had suggested, despite the problems he had faced.

Chi-Chi's face lit up like christmas lights. "That's an excellent idea Gohan! We'll just find you a different school to go to!" The tears was gone now and was replaced with a gleeful laugh as the woman bounded up the stairs. To do what exactly - Gohan had no idea but he was sure he was bound to find out soon. He was about to head to his room when a voice stopped him.

"Big bro?"

Goten had been unusually quiet since his arrival home and Gohan had even forgotten that he was still there in the room. Turning to him, he noticed the boy playing with the hem of his orange gi, modeled to look like their father's famous fighting gi.

"Yeah squirt, what's up?"

"Are we going to have to move?" he asked, and Gohan found himself wondering the same question. Would they have to move from the small home? Gohan certainly didn't want to. It was where his great-grandpa Gohan had lived and where he and his father had grown as well. There were so many memories in the cozy little place that Gohan had grown attached to it.

But Videl had also given out his address and he was sure that the media would be here before nightfall.

"I'm not sure squirt. Maybe," he answered as honestly as he could.

"Gohan~"

Turning away from his little brother, Gohan answered his mother's sing-song tone with a question.

"Yes mom?"

"When was the last time you've seen your friend Lime~?" she cooed.

Videl never felt more alive than she did today. The girl was particularly smug as she capsulized her jet copter before stuffing the capsule in her pocket. And why wouldn't she be? She had one-upped Gohan and had practically forced him into entering now. She had thought that the chance to spar with the boy had been lost when he refused but new hope was revitalized after the press conference. When she had told them all that Gohan was indeed the son of one of the former champions, the organizers behind the tournament had immediately contacted her, asking if she was interested in partaking in a special bout on the largest martial arts stage.

The son of the former champ versus the daughter of the current champ.

It was too good to be true! She had agreed on the spot and the organizers had assured her that word would get out about the fight by the next morning. There was no way for Gohan to refuse now when he was being pressured by the whole world to fight. He would be forced to fight or hide away in shame, which was something she could never imagine him doing.

She was almost happy enough to skip to class.

Almost.

Upon arriving at the school gate, she was bombarded with questions from reporters who had apparently set up camp near the school grounds. She should have expected for this to happen but had hoped that they had gotten their fill when they had visited the Son residence yesterday.

Apparently not.

He tried to brush pass the crew but was halted in her tracks by a lone question she was able to pick out among the rest.

"What can you say about the Great Saiyaman's disappearance?"

She turned to reporter who had said that. He looked no older than her. A thin boy who looked scraggly put together. He had a note pad in hand and a pen clenched in his fingers. She approached him and most parted like the Red Sea.

"What was that?"

The boy flushed under her gaze but managed to repeat his question with a few stutters. She pursed her lips as she considered the question again.

"What do you mean by disappearance?"

This time it was someone else that answered. A female reporter to her left this time. "When we went to the address you gave us yesterday, we found the place deserted. No one was home Ms. Videl and it looked like they left in a rush,"

The hollow feeling had returned but this time it was a thousand times worse. Gohan had said that his family valued their privacy but surely it wasn't enough for them to pick up and disappear off of the face of the Earth. Maybe she was just overreacting? For all she knew, they had probably left and crashed at a family friend's house to avoid the attention.

That was it, she was overreacting. No doubt that Gohan would be back at school today. It was only the second day into the school week and being the diligent student he was, he wouldn't skip classes.

She assured herself of that fact as she went on her way towards class. She had ignored the looks she got fro her classmates and even tuned out Erasa's wild tales of how the nerdy Gohan had become the brave hero. Her eyes were set fast on the door the whole day., waiting for Gohan to barrel through, late to class as usual. Hell, everyone was waiting on his arrival.

But he never came.

She had brushed it off, believing his absence would last only for a day, but when the end of the week had come and no one had heard a single word from the Son family, she knew that he wouldn't be returning to school.

She had pushed Gohan away.

There it is, chapter two.

To that guest reviewer with the question on if I take requests: Not usually. I have done it before with the story under my profile, 'Of Angels and Devils' but with the amount of 'in-progress 'stories I have now, I probably won't be taking any requests. If it is a one-shot request however, I'll be more than happy to do it if I like the premise of the story.

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