Win a date with Videl Satan
By Sharpner Pencil
Disclaimer: Do not own Dragonball z
Edited by Silver Queen I give full credit to Silver Queen for this first chapter. I tried to email you but couldn't find your email why yes you can be my beta reader and thanks again for this first chapter.
Prologue:
Why did Hercule put this challenge up?
Hercule stared in disbelief at his daughters boyfriend,
He was the greatest and this punk dared stand up to him? Videl wasn't helping either, she was standing beside him.
"Daddy, please! [Boyfriend name here] is really nice, don't chase him off!" she said, because Videl Satan didn't beg, oh no she did not beg at all.
"Haha, he can't stand up to me, I'm the greatest, I beat Cell! Haha," He boasted. Videl rolled her eyes.
The truth is though that Hercule was a wimp, he couldn't beat a mouse with a cold.
So in order to work around this he used his brain.
"If you want to go out with my daughter," he said, pausing dramatically, "You'll have to win a tournament.
Not any tournament though, a special tournament that I'll hold and the prize will be a date with my daughter and maybe marriage! Haha"
"Daddy! NO!" Videl cried, she wasn't a prize to be won. ~ Then I imagine Videl would try to do anything she could to get out of having to go on a date with any old creep. Like this: ~ "Stupid father," Videl muttered as she flew her jetcopter over the city.
"Making me into a prize to be won," she continued, muttering derogatory comments about afro haired idiots.
(BEEP, BEEP) went her watch, (Videl! We've got a robbery at NWS bank!
Six armed robbers and about ten hostages! We need you!)
Sighing, she turned around and flew back the way she had just come, by the time she turned up Saiyaman would have taken care of it anyway. "Stupid Saiyaman" she muttered. Wait, her mind backpedaled, Saiyaman, it might just work.
~ Dusting her hands off Videl let the police clear up the last of the robbers, they were crouched in the corner whimpering for their mommies.
Saiyaman was about to fly off when she called to him.
"Hey, Saiyaman, wait up." He sighed and flew up a few more feet, just out of reach.
Videl winced, had she been that annoying?
She ruthlessly squashed the little voice that told her that she should make it up to him.
"You've heard about that tournament that my fathers holding, right?" She asked and waited for his affirming nod. "I need you to enter."
She told him. He looked very surprised.
"Why?
I thought you didn't like me Miss Videl?
Or" he flipped upside down and smirked, "were you just playing hard to get?"
For a moment she paused, stunned, then she became angry,
"It's not like that you jerk!!" She screamed at him,
"You've got to be one of the best fighters I know, and I don't want to be foisted off with any old codger."
"Geeze, calm down," He placated, not losing that infuriating smirk,
"You don't even know who I am."
Videl took a deep breath, and another, she need him for this plan to work.
If he won she would just blow him off, and hey presto, no arranged date for her.
"Will you?"
she pleaded, because Videl didn't beg.
"I'll think about it," he said and flew off.
"I WANT AN ANSWER, JERK!" came the expected scream. ~
By Sharpner Pencil
Disclaimer: Do not own Dragonball z
Edited by Silver Queen I give full credit to Silver Queen for this first chapter. I tried to email you but couldn't find your email why yes you can be my beta reader and thanks again for this first chapter.
Prologue:
Why did Hercule put this challenge up?
Hercule stared in disbelief at his daughters boyfriend,
He was the greatest and this punk dared stand up to him? Videl wasn't helping either, she was standing beside him.
"Daddy, please! [Boyfriend name here] is really nice, don't chase him off!" she said, because Videl Satan didn't beg, oh no she did not beg at all.
"Haha, he can't stand up to me, I'm the greatest, I beat Cell! Haha," He boasted. Videl rolled her eyes.
The truth is though that Hercule was a wimp, he couldn't beat a mouse with a cold.
So in order to work around this he used his brain.
"If you want to go out with my daughter," he said, pausing dramatically, "You'll have to win a tournament.
Not any tournament though, a special tournament that I'll hold and the prize will be a date with my daughter and maybe marriage! Haha"
"Daddy! NO!" Videl cried, she wasn't a prize to be won. ~ Then I imagine Videl would try to do anything she could to get out of having to go on a date with any old creep. Like this: ~ "Stupid father," Videl muttered as she flew her jetcopter over the city.
"Making me into a prize to be won," she continued, muttering derogatory comments about afro haired idiots.
(BEEP, BEEP) went her watch, (Videl! We've got a robbery at NWS bank!
Six armed robbers and about ten hostages! We need you!)
Sighing, she turned around and flew back the way she had just come, by the time she turned up Saiyaman would have taken care of it anyway. "Stupid Saiyaman" she muttered. Wait, her mind backpedaled, Saiyaman, it might just work.
~ Dusting her hands off Videl let the police clear up the last of the robbers, they were crouched in the corner whimpering for their mommies.
Saiyaman was about to fly off when she called to him.
"Hey, Saiyaman, wait up." He sighed and flew up a few more feet, just out of reach.
Videl winced, had she been that annoying?
She ruthlessly squashed the little voice that told her that she should make it up to him.
"You've heard about that tournament that my fathers holding, right?" She asked and waited for his affirming nod. "I need you to enter."
She told him. He looked very surprised.
"Why?
I thought you didn't like me Miss Videl?
Or" he flipped upside down and smirked, "were you just playing hard to get?"
For a moment she paused, stunned, then she became angry,
"It's not like that you jerk!!" She screamed at him,
"You've got to be one of the best fighters I know, and I don't want to be foisted off with any old codger."
"Geeze, calm down," He placated, not losing that infuriating smirk,
"You don't even know who I am."
Videl took a deep breath, and another, she need him for this plan to work.
If he won she would just blow him off, and hey presto, no arranged date for her.
"Will you?"
she pleaded, because Videl didn't beg.
"I'll think about it," he said and flew off.
"I WANT AN ANSWER, JERK!" came the expected scream. ~