WARNING: This chapter contains descriptions of sexual assault and read.
Cell. Oh how I hate that word.
In this day and age the word 'cell' refers to one of two things. The first one is the biological definition. A cell is a micro-organism which makes up the human body. Our brains, lungs, stomaches, heart and other organs are made up of cells, as are our skeletons, muscles and skin. So basically the entire human body is nothing more than a group of cells.
Cell was also a monster.
About three years ago, the population of Ginger Town mysteriously vanished, leaving nothing but their clothes. Several other towns disappeared in a similar fashion before it was discovered that the cause of all this was a monster named Cell. Why he was called Cell I have no idea. Someone came up with a theory that he was created from DNA samples of the greatest fighters ever and added a few other customary traits. Customary meaning making him look like a giant incest on steroids. If that was the case then why was he beaten? How was my dad able to beat a monster like Cell who would have known all of his moves and abilities?
That of course implies that he did beat Cell. Don't get me wrong or anything, I love my father, how can I not. But something deep inside tells me that it wasn't my dad that beat Cell. I think maybe it was that boy, the one with golden hair and the fire in his eyes. When I look at old images of the games, and compared the pictures of the boy with ones of my dad, I see that there is no way my father could have beaten Cell.
Her name was Videl Satan, the fourteen year old daughter of Hercule, the man who saved the world. The fame that this deed brought allowed Videl to acquire things which weren't possible before, such as a capsule jet for Videl. But despite this, Videl hated the fame. Why? Because it killed the man that was once her father and drove her mother into the arms of another. And because of this fame, she had no true friends.
Well no that's not entirely correct. She did have Erasa and Sharpner, but honestly with those two smooching all the time she felt like a fifth wheel. What she wanted was what Erasa had with Sharpner, what every fourteen year old girl wants. A loving boyfriend.
Unfortunately now because of her fathers fame that would never happen. All the guys who asked her out were either wanting a good time or money or both. Whenever a boy would come up to Videl, she always sees the lust and greed within their eyes. Worse of all there is never any emotion, no love, no passion, no fire. Like the boy from the Cell games, the fire in his eyes burned with determination, to beat Cell.
Snapping back to reality, Videl decided to stop daydreaming about the boy from the Cell games and focus on school. She had been falling behind recently, and didn't want it to continue. She believed it had mostly to do with her new appointment as the city's defender, working along side the police force. The arrangement was simple. The Satan City police department gave Videl a communication watch which allowed them to contact her. Whenever they needed help they would call Videl and in return she would make her father look good.
Videl let out a sigh and looked at her watch. She was anything but stupid; she knew what her father was up to the moment he proposed the idea to her. These days she wasn't allowed to do anything that could even remotely damage her father reputations. That meant she had to be pickier about her friends. Videl once had a good friend called Kayla. She was a nice girl, very caring and was careful of everything she said, less it hurts someone feelings. However, even at the tender age of fourteen, she spent most of her weekends at parties, drinking and having sex. Even though many parents knew about this, and disapproved of their own children being around such a moral-less girl, their children would still talk to Kayla, because they knew what a caring person she really was. When word of Videl's and Kayla's friendship reached Hercule, he immediately planned to stop it.
Kayla's mother was a lot like her daughter. She loved going to parties and getting drunk and going to bed with strange men. The only difference being that Kayla cared about other people, while her mother, Sandra, only cared about money, and doing as little work as possible to get it. Her first husband, and Kayla's father, had been quite a wealthy and handsome businessman. Soon not long after she came back from her honeymoon, her new husband would spend lengthy periods of time in California. Thinking that he might be seeing another woman, she (using her husband's money) hired a private investigator. Turns out she was only half right. It was she who was the other woman. Seeing her chance, she blackmailed her husband into giving her lots of money and in return, she wouldn't send all of their private photos and home video's to his first wife. Naturally he agreed and Sandra was able to live quite comfortably before her daughter was born. Once Kayla came into the money seemed to just disappear. When Hercule offered her regular payments of moneys to take herself and her daughter away from Satan City, she quite readily agreed.
Videl stared at the black board. While history wasn't exactly her favourite subject, when taught by a decent teacher like Miss Edwards, it was a fun and interesting class. Once again Videl sighed. Videl was starting to wonder if her fathers influence had also penetrated the school. Lately, Videl had been noticing her grades rapidly improving, even though Videl had been studying less than what she had been before. Her eyes noticed a question on the board. Who was George Washington. Videl wondered if she could get away with saying he was a member of the Beatles. Videl giggled quietly to herself, before realising that it probably was true.
Turning her head towards Erasa, she whispered. "Hey Erasa what are you doing after school,"
Erasa thought for a moment. "Well Sharpner and I were gonna go see that new romance movie. Did you wanna come?"
Videl shook her head. No she did not want to feel like a fifth wheel.
Erasa frowned. "Videl I'm sorry, we haven't been spending much time together, have we,"
Videl gave a little smile. "That's cool Erasa, I mean you've got Sharpner and I've got this thing with the police,"
"Yeah, I know but still… Hey I know. On Saturday night let's have a slumber party, just we used to when we we're kids," said Erasa gleefully.
Seeing Erasa's giddy mood, Videl couldn't help but smile more. "Sure," she said, just before for watch went off.
Everyone could hear the watch and looked at Videl. Blushing slightly from all the attention, she raised her wrist closer to her mouth and answered. "Videl here,"
" Videl, the Black Syndicate is robbing the Central Bank, they have two hostages and we need your help, " exclaimed the police chief, a man named Akira Moore.
Videl subconsciously nodded, while getting up. Earning a nod from the teacher, she made her way out of the class room. Running through the corridors, Videl wondered she was actually needed, or were the police just too lazy or incompetent. Exiting the school she took out her capsule, turned it into a jet and took off.
In flight she dove into deep thought. 'If dad never beat Cell, would I be doing this? Of course not. I would be a normal fourteen year old girl, worrying about make-up, boys and all that other stuff that Erasa thinks about.' Videl sighed. If only her father hadn't beaten Cell. Or at least claim he did without anyone disproving it.
Ten minutes later she arrived at the scene. A large crowd of people had gathered around the police barricade, meaning she had to land somewhere else. 'Why is there always a crowd anyway' she thought to herself.
As Videl landed and jumped out of her jet, she received a few stares from the bystanders. That was normal. After all she did not look much like a crime fighter. She wore baggy blue jeans and a simple red t-shirt and her hair was tied up in a single pony tail at the back. But if you looked into her eyes into could the fighter's passion.
Videl looked around for Akira Moore, a stumpy, brown haired ma with a bushy moustach. Noticing the police officer she made her way to through the crowd up to the barricade, where the guard immediately recognizing her let her through.
She walked over to the police captain, who was barking orders at everyone else.
"Stop letting those damned reporters through; when I have a statement to make I'll make it, how did that little girl get through, Johnson I thought you were watching the crowd, someone get me a donut, and where the hell is my coffee," barked Moore.
Videl giggled slightly to her self. It was like something out of a bad cop show. Composing herself, she coughed lightly, to alert Moore of her presence. The police chief looked at her and sighed with relief. "Videl! Thank god you're here," said Moore.
"What's the situation?" asked Videl.
Moore turned to face the bank. "This is one of the Syndicate's biggest operations ever. Usually they send two or three guys to rob a bank, at the most five. But I've had reports of at least twenty men there,"
Videl looked shock. "Twenty? Are you sure?" Videl asked.
Moore nodded. "We believe that there may be something in the bank that's important to the Syndicate, but all of our reports indicate that all was in the bank was money and a few items with sentimental value. There is nothing we can find that would need twenty men to take."
Videl bit her bottom lip. She could easily take down two or three men, but twenty? Her confidence was wanning.
Noticing this, Moore asked "Are you alright Miss Videl?"
Videl nodded, pushing all her self doubt out the door. "What's the plan?" she said, confidently.
As Videl crawled through the vents, she sighed. She should have figured that the 'plan' would involve the policemen doing next to nothing while she put her neck out for them. The 'plan' involved Videl infiltrating the bank through the vents, locating and securing the hostage's, the manager ad his assistant, wearing down the enemy one by one. Then she would alert the backup outside who would come in and make arrests. The plan was prefect, except for one major flaw.
'That it completely depends on a fourteen year old girl who just happens to be a really good fighter and has a very famous father' Videl thought bitterly. 'At least those morons gave me a half decent map this time'.
Videl found the opening she was looking for, which would allow her access to the manager's office, where it was believed the hostages were being held. As she got closer to the opening she could hear two men talking who were directly beneath the opening. Both men were dress in black pants and jackets and were armed to the teeth. 'The typical Black Syndicate thug' thought Videl.
"Did they find it, yet?" asked the first man, a pale white man with long brown hair done in a pony tail and a cigarette hanging from his mouth.
"Nope," answered the second, a man of African descent and a purple spiked Mohawk and a nose ring. "I don't even know what they're meant to find,"
"I think I heard one of the others call it a dragon ball,"
Videl frowned. 'What on earth is a dragon ball' she thought.
"A what? We're risking our lives for some mythical critters testy?" exclaimed the second.
The first thug nodded, taking a long drag of his cigarette and flicking it away. "I know what you mean; I don't think we're getting paid enough," then looking else where he added. "Hey Rex, you finished yet, we wanna get outta here soon you know,"
"Yeah, yeah," came another voice. "Lemme just get my pants on,"
Looking to where the voice came from Videl let out a small gasp. There she saw large, burly thug, pulling his black pants up and doing up his belt. Behind him, she saw two people, both of them dead. The man was sitting against the window, his blood sprayed all over the window and the floor. However it was the woman that really got Videl. Her cloths had been ripped right off her body, leaving her completely naked. She had several bullet words in her chest and her head and her body was covered in bruises, red marks, blood and semen.
Videl felt like she was going to throw up. "Damn stupid bitch," grumbled the man they called Rex. "Think she could get away with biting my cock like that. Well I showed that lil slut, yes I did." The man smirked as he thumped his chest.
The other two snickered as Videl felt the rage building up inside her. All of a sudden though there was a series of several small explosions going off several floors below. "What was that," exclaimed the first thug.
Using the explosion to her advantage, Videl brought her elbow down hard on the hatch, knocking it open. The first two thugs, who were right underneath, were caught completely off guard when the young girl came down upon them and they were unable to block Videl's brutal kicks into their guts. Clutching their stomachs and coughing up blood they fell down unconscious. Rex, who was on the other side of the room, had time to pull out his gun, but that was all. Before the thug could take aim at Videl, she had grabbed a knife from one of the passed out men and imbedded it into Rex's hand. Howling in pain and dropping his gun, he bellowed "YOU FILTHY WHORE," and charged.
Videl however was more than ready for the oncoming assault. Just as Rex came to her she did a back flip, catching her knee on Rex's chin, making him stumble back a bit. Landing back on her feet, Videl ducked down and swept his leg from underneath him. With Rex on the ground she proceeded to continuously kick him in the gut and lower portion of the body, with Videl occasionally stepping on his nose.
When she was satisfied with his level of unconsciousness, she looked down at her feet, which were covered in blood. She knew that even though he was still alive, she would be charged. 'If I was a normal person' Videl thought with a sigh.
"Holy crap, Vi. What did he do, say something about your cup size," said a voice that Videl would do almost anything to never hear again.
At his remark, Videl blushed and looked down at her chest. One thing that attracted men to her was her bra size. Even though she was fourteen, her breasts were quite large. Turning a glare towards the newcomer Videl said. "Gohan, you pervert,"
There before her stood one the Black Syndicates most highly paid mercenaries, Gohan. At first glance he looked like some delinquent punk or Goth. He looked about her age, wore a trench coat, muscle shirt, fingerless gloves, baggy jeans and skate shoes all in the colour black. Over Videl knew that there was more to this teenager then met the eye. It was his fighting skill and intelligence that made him the Syndicates most highly paid mercenary. She had encountered him several time since there first meeting, and every time they fought he always seemed to toy with her.
Gohan just looked at Videl, while taking a sniff of the air. Then he looked towards the man and woman. "Ah so I guess that's why you wanted to kill him so badly,"
Through Videl's glare, she nodded. "Well, whatever. I'll just be on my way then," said Gohan, turning around and walking to the door.
"Oh no you don't," said Videl, who charged towards him.
Despite the speed of her attack, Gohan was always capable of reacting much faster. She tried to land a kick on the boys face, but he just caught the kick in mid air. "Vi, must we really play around like this," he said as he smirked and twisted her foot.
Videl moved with his twist, causing her to spin and land on her hands. She quickly tired another kick, much like the one she used on Rex, to knock him over. Gohan however saw the attack coming and cart wheeled to a safe distance. "Really, Vi. I would have thought you'd have known that wouldn't have worked against me," he said, dropping into a stance, ready for Videl's next attack.
Getting off the ground Videl charged for Gohan ready to punch him. The speed and power of the punch would have gotten through to anyone. But Gohan wasn't anyone. Faster than light, Gohan caught the punch and brought Videl closer to him. "As much fun as it is playing with you Vi, I really must go," he said, smirking.
'I hate it when he calls me that' thought Videl. "Why do you toy with me," she said, trying to break free from his iron hold.
"Because if I didn't then everyone would die and I wouldn't be able to have fun," he said.
"Why you arroga…" Videl started but was cut short by a dozen men in blue bursting into the room, guns raised.
"FREEZE," yelled one of them, who Videl quickly identified as Chief Akira Moore. "Let go of the girl and give yourself up,"
Gohan looked at the police officers then back at Videl. "Well it looks like our little game has to be cut short anyway, Vi, so I'll see you later," Gohan said, moving forward and quickly pressing his lips against hers, shocking everyone. Then letting go of her had, Gohan jumped back and placed two fingers on his fore head and disappeared, leaving nothing but air.
Videl just stood there, completely stunned. Her fingers lightly touching her lips, where Gohan's lips had once been. And despite the fact that her first kiss had been stolen by a loathsome mercenary, her only thought was
'He has really nice eyes'
AN Yea I know there wasn't a lot of Gohan in his chap, or much Goku bashing but that's what the next chapters for. The next chapter will basically just tell everyone what Gohan has been doing in between chap 1 and chap 2. Read and review, doesn't matter whether you hated it or not. Until next time.