Author's Note:
I know it has been a long time since the previous two chapters, but I wanted to pick it up again.
Next chapter coming very soon.

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Chapter 3 - Confrontation

The sound of small raindrops dripping down from the roof. The air was fresh and cool. The storm had diminished to a light drizzle. It was almost noon, but the sky was still dark from the storm.

Videl awoke to a gentle but cool breeze through the open window. She had fallen asleep the night before, struck by her findings. She still had her last night's clothes on. Sigh. She got up and closed the window. The curtains fell silent. She picked up some new clothes and went for a shower. What a night.

It's always a strange feeling, the realization this is really how it is. After the initial shock, after the disbelief and then the slight panic. It's the feeling of getting kicked out of the storyline of your day-to-day life. Like a bad dream that you just can't seem to wake up from.

Leaving the bathroom, Videl went for breakfast.

Passing through the living room to the kitchen, she came across her dad. Sitting there, watching his tapes of greatness, he didn't notice the footsteps behind him. Why would he.

Videl entered the kitchen and started making a bowl of cereal. Keeping up a normal appearance was hard. She couldn't help her throat clogging up, whatever she tried to reason. She had to confront him. She could hardly find the courage to talk to him.

'Dad…?' she started with a shaking voice.
'Oh hey Videl,' he answered, briefly looking back at her before returning his eye to the screen.
She hesitated. Thousands of lines flew through her head but somehow none of them seemed like the right thing to say. Even with the line she had decided upon she had great trouble saying it. Finally she started.
'You and mom, ...' she paused for a second. Hercule turned his head halfway towards her, listening a bit more closely. 'When did you meet?'
'Well, uh...' he started, 'it was this summer evening and…'
'No, I mean WHEN did you meet?' she interrupted.
'Eh, it must have been, uh,' he was caught a bit of guard by the question. 'Two years before you where born.'
'Why the sudden interest?' he asked, feeling interrogated.
'Well you see yesterday I went up to the attic, to store my old schoolbooks, and I came across this box...'
Hercule was now listening closely, his head still halfway turned towards her, a cautious look on his face.
'In it was a diary. Mom's.' Hercule suddenly got a tense look on his face. He looked straight at her.
Videl stumbled to continue. 'It said… I know I'm not… You're not my father.'
Hercule jumped up out of his chair. 'That's non-sense! How dare you!'
'Don't lie to me! It no use denying it, you're not my dad!' she yelled back.
Hercule stumbled to find a way of defending himself.
'Well… uh… you… I'm… without me you, you would be nothing! I made you what you are!
I'm the great Mr. Satan! I trained you, you should be thankful to me! You owe everything to me!'
Videl was furious. 'I don't need you! I'm can take care of myself! I would be better off without you!'
'I am the great Mr. Satan! Savior of the world! You shall listen to me!' Interrupted Hercule with a strict voice.
'You don't care about me. All you care about is fame, and glory. People screaming you are the greatest.
You only care about yourself. You know, I am glad I'm not your daughter!' Videl ran out into the hallway.
'YOU WILL LISTEN TO ME!' Hercule screamed as Videl slammed the door behind her.

Videl was in tears. The fact that he saved the world doesn't make him the king of the world! Why can't she have a normal family like everyone else? She locked herself in her room. She sat down in front bed and pressed her legs against her body. Why can't this all just go away! She heard Hercule's angry footsteps coming towards her room. 'VIDEL!!' He knocked the door heavily. She got up fast. It would be long before he would knock the door down. She grabbed a few things and climbed out the window. 'OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW OR I WILL…' Hastily she climbed down. BAMM! With a large crush Hercule knocked down the door. Videl had just reached the floor and started running. No look back. Away from there. Away from him. She ran, and she ran, through the giant garden, over the fence, onto the small road to the east. Further. Past the gas station, past the abandoned farm, onto the side road that went uphill. It wasn't until the entrance to the forest that she stopped to get some breath. She sat down on a tree stump. It was still wet. The storm from last night thundered in the distance.

They lived a bit outside the city, allowing for their 16-bedroom house with 4 inbuilt gyms, a garden larger than the city central park and a staff of over 20 people. But even with all that space, the house had gotten to small for the both of them. She had to get out. She stood up. She needed to keep moving. Further away. So far, that even the richest man in the couldn't find her, and then some. She ran through the forest, never stopping. She ran past lakes, over stream through fields and through valleys. She ran through the rain, she ran through the sunset, she ran until she didn't know left from right. She fell down onto the grass. Tired. So tired. She fell into a deep sleep.