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Sinful

Written by the somewhat infamous Goku's Daughter

Chapter Two: Possessive

Possessive:

1 : of, relating to, or constituting a word, a word group, or a grammatical case that denotes ownership or a relation analogous to ownership
2 : manifesting possession or the desire to own or dominate

--Merriam-Webster OnLine

It was quiet. Just pure, peaceful silence aired the room. For this reason, one eye hesitantly crept opened, revealing a big, bright, blue eye. Then slowly both eyes blinked twice, getting the sleep out of them.

Black. That was the first thing that pairs of eyes noticed. It wasn't pitch-black since poor light lit the room. In fact, it wasn't bright and cheery—or sunny outside. Maybe that was why the room seemed gloomy and depressing.

The second thing that the pair of blue eyes noticed was the change of attire. A fair body rose up while those same blue eyes looked down. Over ivory, pale skin wasn't the damsel costume. Instead, there was what looked liked a black, silky dress. It was elegant, simple but not plain. The creation of the dress had to take a lot of consideration, effort and time for such intricate embroidery stitching and design on the bottom. Those eyes distinctively saw how the top of the dress hugged her chest down to the waist. Then from her hips down, it was loose—loose enough that the pair of legs underneath would feel as if barely anything covered them in the first place.

Suddenly eyelids covered the pair of blue eyes. There was a chill in the room, causing the female to flinch, and at the moment she knew that the dress had no sleeves—or no straps for that matter. Videl gritted her teeth.

Before any other course of action would take place to rectify her dressing state, the pair of blue eyes was uncovered, looking closely around again. She noticed that she lay upon a bed. Again, there was black. The sheets were black. The pillowcases were black. Videl had a hunch that the bedspread was also black. And it wasn't a dull black, either—a shade that would appear if the sheets were washed over and over again. Nope, it was dark as the midnight sky…and almost silky as her attire. Carefully, she scooted to the edge of the bed and took one hard look around the room.

It was a pleasant feeling to find the long and extremely tall walls, which were white instead of black. The human also noticed how long and narrow the windows were. She slowly got up and walked up to the closest window to her left and put her hand to it. It was thick, really bulky—and warm. 'Drywalls aren't thick as these windows,' she thought, 'so why was the window glass so thick?' Curiously Videl looked outside. She did not see anything unusual, it was just grass and that was all she was able to recognize. The glass, in fact, was not so transparent; it was more translucent. She punched the window with moderate strength. Immediately, she brought her fist close to her, cradling and blowing on it gently. Shit. The windows were so thick and hard that Videl wouldn't be to break out.

Slowly, Videl turned to circle the room. Those pairs of eyes lingered all over. The room was huge and almost perfectly squared. However, there were not a lot of things within the room, which made it less cozy. There was the same queen size bed and across it (about five strides away) was a black sofa. So far it looked modern.

To the right of the sofa was a flat screen television. Videl frowned at this. Something was weird about this place. It seemed so foreign yet so modern. No; it was more like the house meant to look a different way, yet someone changed it to appear this way. Did that make sense? Videl didn't think so for a while as her blue eyes gazed at the empty, tall white walls. She looked down at the two night tables at either end of the black bed. They were black and crafted delicately with care. Her bright eyes also noted that they were empty. Almost like everything else.

Black, black, black! Black seemed to be everywhere. There was an empty table and that too was a glossy shade of black. There was a bookshelf full with thick books, and that again was black. The only thing that wasn't in such a dark shade was the double doors and the carpet. The carpet was actually a deep, scarlet red. It was really dark, and could be mistaken black with very little light.

The double doors… That was the way out of here! Videl put her thoughts on hold and immediately began walking to the exit. However, before she had a chance to make her second stride, two women no more than thirty, entered the room with a calm, content look on their faces.

"Hello Videl. I see you woke up," one of them said.

Videl stared at them. Both of the females looked identical that Videl guessed that they were sisters. They were both dressed in the same attire, a pale pink dress. It wasn't ugly, even if they wore a colour of Videl's dislike. It was thick strapped, a bit tight around the breasts, abdomen and hips, and went down straight like a gown. Appealing it was indeed. The fabric looked silk-like as well, but there weren't special embroidery stitching done, like on the gown that Videl was presently wearing. Gold thread outlined theirs though. A band of gold silk outlined their hips. Videl saw how pretty and slender these two women were. She suspected that they must be Gohan's mistresses.

"Yeah, I did," Videl responded weakly, still staring at the one with the blue eyes. The second girl had brown, chocolate ones and that was probably the only physical attribute that they did not share in common.

"Allow us to introduce ourselves," the second one began. Videl noticed how bright their blonde hair was. It wasn't on the bleach-white side. It was almost a gold colour that shimmered at the light from the ceiling. It made Videl's assumption clearer.

"I'm Salina," she continued, "and this is my sister… my twin, Christina." Politely, she pointed to the blue-eyed female with a small smile.

Videl just gave them a blank stare.

"We're your servants," they said in unison.

She blinked twice. "Me? I have servants—" Videl was a bit surprised though her expression suggested anger arousal.

They cut her off. "Master Gohan wishes for you to wait here until he returns."

"Master Gohan?" Videl whispered, sounding clueless. "Master Gohan?" she repeated, a bit louder. There was definite bitterness in her tone. Now she remembered why she was here. At the moment, Videl didn't care what her 'servants' told her. All she cared was to get out her and return home. Riled and angry, she walked to the door, and only found her arms caught by the two sisters at each side of their 'mistress'.

"Master Gohan wishes for you—"

"I don't care what 'Master' Gohan says!" Videl said sternly, trying to yank her arms away from them. They were much tougher than what Videl initially thought; and they both attempted to grab her. Videl quickly dodged their arms and moved away with a jump.

"Listen I don't want to fight you guys, so I suggest you just leave me alone," Videl threatened assertively. Her blue eyes darted from one sister to the other within two heartbeats.

"I'm sorry we can't do that," Salina replied politely. "Now please respect our Master wishes—"

"I don't care!" Videl yelled and threw a punch at Salina. Surprisingly Salina caught it quickly, causing Videl to freeze in shock. "What the hell are you?" Videl asked softly, wide eyed with a mix of confusion and some sort of awe stirring inside of her.

Salina just stared at her with softened face. "Miss Videl," she began with her patience wearing away as Videl opposed her Master's wishes.

Videl growled at the tone Salina used on her. It was if she was begging and pleading for Videl to stop. Stop what? To gain essential freedom? Annoyed, Videl swung her foot at Salina's face, causing the female to fall back from dodging and a little misstep in the wrong direction. Then, the chase was on…

Videl managed to make it past the double doors and now had two places to go. Left or right? Videl didn't have time to think about it or to look ahead since two angry (and strong) females were after her. Quickly the human turned left and ran until she saw the next door. Quickly, she slipped into the small room and the first thing she saw was a map on a large, broad stand. In a hurry, she ran quietly behind the object and breathed heavily for her heart was pounding so heavily. She hoped that they wouldn't find her here.

Now this room was weakly lit, and it was partially foolish to hide behind this map. There was a red beam illuminating down upon this suspicious object and its surrounding. Videl cursed softly. The only good thing about the light was that Videl could see if anyone was approaching her by a moving shadow. Speaking of shadows, there was one creeping slowly in her direction. By their pace and slim figure, Videl knew it was one of them. She had no other choice but to fight back. Videl's eye twitched when she realized what type of dress she was wearing.

With courage, the raven-haired female gripped onto the large map and swung it hard at Salina. Videl was in too much of a rush to wait and see if Salina was knocked out or stunned. All that was on the Videl's mind was to get out of there.

And again she ran and occasionally looked back too see if anyone was behind her. Unluckily, the other sister, Christina, was catching up to her. As obedient as servants were supposed to appear, Christina did not look happy. Videl twisted up her face with frown and disgust, continuing to run carelessly until she smack into something hard.

Videl never knew that there was a wall in front of her but she was sure when she looked up, there will be a dent up there…somewhere. She assumed so because of how much her head was hurting. Now add the pain from the previous night and then the night before. A nasty profanity slipped from her tongue. She swore that when she got up she would destroy that damn wall for being in her way. Though, when Videl glared up she didn't find a dent. She did not even find a wall. Shocked, the prisoner slowly staggered to her feet and walked back, right into the other servant. Despite that, Videl didn't turn her back on what she was staring at with shock mixed with horror. The servant was disregarded for since Videl just moved away, and walked back until she was stopped by a real wall.

"Tail," she whispered, staring right at that.

A man with a big, solid build approached her at the same pace she was retreating. She wasn't sure who exactly it was since he wore weird clothes and especially since his face was hidden in the dark shadows.

"What are you?" she asked as the person neared closer and closer.

"Don't you mean, who am I?"

That voice was familiar. It was empty and icy. Then she saw him.

Videl shook her head as she watched him dismiss Christina. "Gohan…" she let out softly yet bitterly, gritting her teeth. At the sight of him, her anger became aroused.

Gohan heard and ignored her.

Videl frowned as she stared at Gohan's ripped foreign clothing. It was a dark shade of brown and it appeared to be—

"Is that armour?" she asked, annoyed yet curious. Videl knew it wasn't the smartest question to ask at that moment but she was curious. For all she knew, she had time to spare to yell at him.

Gohan nodded while his tailed wrapped around his waist. Her eyes instantly went back to the brown tail, just as Gohan wanted her to pay attention to his appendage.

"You're not human, are you?" Videl asked slowly, not believing what she was saying. Immediately her eyebrows swooped closer to her blue eyes.

Gohan made a small sound in his throat before shaking his head. After that silence followed. Gohan took this time to walk to his room. Videl almost choked at his disrespectful action and followed him with her anger growing. They ended up in the same room where she first woke up. Now she knew that it was his room. The same room that she slept in earlier.

Videl stood by the doorway with a frown on her lips. "Why did you do it?" she asked out of the blue. "Why did you bring me here," she paused and then added, "with you?" resentfully. Videl had already dismissed the idea of Gohan being an alien. She wasn't sure why she even believed it—even though she never believed that aliens existed in the first place. Maybe it was that Gohan was so weird—and a downright ass with a tail—that had convinced Videl, for now.

"You like to ask a lot of questions, don't you?" Gohan asked, sitting on the couch casually, innocently, as if he never committed a crime.

He was trying to mock her and that made her blood boil. "And you like to stay quiet—and that doesn't give me much answers Gohan. Explain why you brought me here—wherever here is!?" Videl tried to keep her temper under control. The female knew most of the time her temper got her in trouble. For now, she had to avoid that.

Gohan smirked at the way her eyes narrowed at him. He didn't know why he found her temper—her anger—to be amusing. "You want answers—you figure it out yourself."

Immediately Videl's jaw dropped. Tired and exasperated, she quickly advanced Gohan and grabbed the top rim of his Saiyan armour. Breathing heavily, she began to slightly shake him until his eyes were on her. Although Videl was intimidated by the cold look in his eyes, she didn't remove her hands. "Answer me," she hissed. During all this Videl hadn't realized how tired she looked. The anger that consumed her prevented her from noticing how physically exhausted she really was.

Too swiftly and effortlessly Gohan caught her hands and twisted them around, causing the female to turn and fall back and down, against him. Videl tried to move away and at every attempt she made, he just held onto her tighter and tighter until she wasn't able to move at all or it just hurt too much. He overpowered her. That stung Videl. Badly.

"Let me go," she whispered harshly. When there was no response, she spat out, "Bastard."

Gohan just jerked her violently closer to him until her back pressed against his chest.

"You know your manhandling me," Videl said. If her hands weren't crossing each other she would have already tried to elbow him.

"Am not. I didn't have the knowledge that you are this weak."

Videl flinched at that remark. She swore. Videl already felt that she couldn't contain her rage for much longer. "What's going on? EXPLAIN NOW!" the vixen yelled. What followed was an enticing growl.

At first he didn't say anything but by his stillness, she knew he was going to cooperate, for once. She felt Gohan move his head closer to her ear and whispered ominously, "Welcome to my wonderful home. It is situated nowhere particular, so, for now, you will not be able to see any of your kind. No family. No friends. Ever again."

Videl grimaced at the tone he used but for some odd reason she wasn't able to bite back. Instead, she let him continue, passively.

"Just for now, I will not let you return to your home."

Videl jerked to the side as her anger intensified. 'Who the hell is he to…'

Gohan smirked at her fire, but had narrowed his eyes at her stubbornness. "Don't move around," he demanded. "You're still weak from the fight you had a couple days ago—and the one we had last night. It's obvious that you're tired—"

"You saw me fighting?" she interrupted, wide eye and attentive.

"I saw everything that day when you abandoned Sharpener and me."

For a moment, Videl froze still. And at the second that she stiffened, he ached in response.

"I was watching from a tall building and it was then I realized I found the strongest female in the world," Gohan said, and then paused, collecting his thoughts. "There was an idea toying in my head as I watched you fight. It went something like this: 'Gohan, the strongest man in the world, meet Videl, the strongest woman in the world'. Then after you left, I began contemplating. Something didn't sound right about that. It was almost too simple and plain, so I came up with something even better," he stopped and waited.

Videl didn't look back at him. Staring ahead seemed like a better idea.

Slowly and almost teasingly, the scar-faced man moved his head closer to hers, almost brushing his lips over her ear. Then, quietly, yet harshly, he whispered, "Gohan, the strongest man on Earth, meet Videl, the strongest woman on Earth; your future mate."

At that remark Videl's eyes became wider and wider to the point that her eyes burned to keep them open. Terrified with that idea and his motive, her whole body stiffened once again. Her heart pounded faster and faster as sudden fear hit her, almost able to take over her angry feelings. Slowly, Videl turned her body to the side so Gohan could see her face. The anger crystallized into fear, and then soon that fear froze into rage. "Did you just say mate—referring to husband and wife?"

Gohan nodded slowly with a sick grin. "Something along those lines."

Videl was still in an overwhelming state of shock. Slowly she shook her head to try to snap out of it, find excuses, and a possible way out. "That doesn't make sense. Those people—your servants—they have a chance against me. They're probably stronger than me too. Why didn't you choose one of them?"

"They're not like you. You have attitude. You have spirit. You have character. You're real. You're human."

"And they're not. You've got to be—"

"They're androids. That's the only reason why they may be stronger than you. They're inhuman. Like me."

"You're an android?" Videl breathed out as her pulse continued to race.

"No. I'm Saiyan. It's a different race than human, which explains the tail. The only other distinct difference is that we are blood thirsty warriors who love a fight."

"And are all Saiyans possessive and big jerks?" Videl asked sarcastically.

Gohan sighed. "Maybe." He waited until he got her full attention.

It took more than five seconds.

"You're mine now. Your body is mine. Your mind is mine. Your heart is mine. Your soul is mine." He caressed those words into her ear, making her shudder. Then his tone grew harsher when he continued, "You. Are. Mine. Forever."

Videl's heart beat rapidly as if she just ran a marathon. She felt even worse and real dirty to be in this "bastard's" arms that anger burst into her once again. Being fueled by this emotion she was able to jerk away from her captor. Videl knew she couldn't attack him for freedom because he was just too strong. The only thing Videl could do was to curse or run. Videl chose the first one.

"Fuck you," she cursed with venom. Then to herself she muttered, "This isn't fair."

Gohan just stared back with those chilling eyes, making her cringe. "Life isn't fair either," he responded back. Then when he blinked Videl looked so scared once again. She looked so confused and lost—like a small child. It was that type of helpless look that made Gohan flinch.

Videl did not know if it was the lack of energy inside her making her feel nauseous or if it was the fact that Gohan abducted her to be his mate. Either way, it made her sick to her stomach and as much as she did not want to admit it, she was helpless. She was vulnerable…Oh my go—

"What if I don't want to be your wife?" Videl asked in some weird faze, not able to look at him.

"Mate," he corrected.

"Fine, mate."

"You have no choice. You're useless otherwise." At this point Gohan sat back casually.

Videl still didn't want to give him eye contact. Instead, she staggered back onto the bed. She made a small funny noise, which sounded like a mix of a cough and a sob. Her blue eyes dulled and wandered on her body for a moment. When her pupils were finally able to go back at her abductor, she swallowed hard. For two minutes this female stared unbelievingly at this arrogant, selfish man. And her pupils had shrunk considerably.

"W-will you t-take advantage of me in order to obtain what y-you desire?" she asked, petrified. She held onto a piece of her dress, squeezing it nervously. Her eyes watered up so much that she was almost afraid to blink. Videl didn't want to cry in front of him and show him the satisfaction that he could make her feel miserable and vulnerable. She really didn't want to show that much weakness. But…but her virginity was on the line. Plus, she was exhausted. Being drained of so much energy made her feel as if she would crack any moment.

Gohan carefully observed her body movement. She was slightly trembling now. Her blue eyes were glass-like. Videl was actually scared of him. It had to be. Gohan watched another man talk about taking advantage of her at the fight and she just played it cool. What was wrong now?

"I will not take you forcefully." It came out of his mouth before he could stop himself, but he was almost glad that it pacified her a bit. "And I will wait until you are willing," he added. That part wasn't so smart, but Gohan didn't care. Since when did he heed what others thought of him? Certainly, he would not start now.

Videl turned away and made a tiny hint of a smile. Like hell she'll ever agree to get into bed with him. Silently, she accused him to be cruel, uncaring, and a great pain in the arse.

"Fine," she spoke softly. Videl swallowed hard again and stared at Gohan. She noticed the way he was looking at her; it made her cringe. It was like he was seeing right through her.

"Why are you staring at me…like that?" Videl asked, pulling her legs into her chest. She didn't know why, but it suddenly got distastefully cold.

Gohan blinked and looked away. "Nothing."

"No, tell me," she persisted, eyeing him carefully as if Gohan was a nasty pestilence.

Presenting her with his gaze, Gohan gave her a sick, uneven smile. "I'm trying to figure out how long it's going to take for you to be willing. That's all." Gohan sat still, silently waiting for her to start fighting, verbally or physical. It didn't matter which one it was. He just wanted to see her fight and angry.

The room spun again. It felt as if there was no heat in the room. Videl opened her mouth to yell at him, anything of the sort, but nothing came out. Her body wouldn't move; instead it ached, terribly. Then suddenly she blacked out, falling back onto the bed. Drained, shocked, angry—this was too much for her to handle at the moment. This life-altering information took a toll on Videl. Hopefully, it was only temporary.

Gohan slowly got up and frowned. He wasn't expecting that, but she was really worn out and she is a human. The alien walked to the bed and looked down at her. He only said the last line to get a rise out of her. He didn't really mean it. If he really thought hard about it, he didn't mean it at all. But Gohan wasn't joking about her 'being his mate' part. That part he was being dead serious.

The onyx-eyed man sat beside Videl, clearing some strands of hair from her face with a finger. He cracked a tiny smile.

He ruined her life. He stole her from the people she loved and from the people who loved her. He made her miserable. He made her weaker than how she already was.

A cruel smirk graced his lips. She also belonged to him now. Gohan tried not to snicker at that thought as he pulled the black sheets over his future mate.

The moment he saw him, he knew what was wrong. "You're late," he said in an unfriendly tone.

"I know," Gohan mumbled sitting in a chair, staring across the table to the male.

He stroked the rim of the glass before draining the contents. "What kept you?"

"I think you know, father," Gohan retorted.

The male across couldn't help but smirk when Gohan addressed him as his father. He found it pleasing that he could mess with the boy's mind so much.

"The girl gave you trouble?"

Gohan nodded, crossing his arms over his chest, looking a bit distressed.

The man observed Gohan's confused behaviour. He would have expected him to go on a killing rampage to relieve this uncertain feeling inside. He would have expected 'his son' to at least yell back at him. But there was total respect, of course. The man was sure to teach him that. It may have been brutal, but it was, after all, compulsory.

"You should dispose of her," his rich, thick voice echoed in the dark, cold room. Waiting for a response, he stroked the black leather that belonged to the chair that he sat in. After that tweaked his patience, he gave Gohan his full attention.

Gohan remembered how nerve wrecking it could be to have his 'father's' attention. It was more daunting when his 'father' looked down upon him with those cold black eyes that he must have inherited. However, the fact that his father had sported long hair made Gohan less fearful of him because to Gohan, it made him appear less manly. Of course Gohan never told him that. He was young when he came to such a conclusion, and he would have been a dead man if he had said it then. But now… it was different. It was just that Gohan hadn't realized it yet.

"Why?" Gohan asked with a certain chill and attitude.

"She's too much trouble. She may ruin our plans," Gohan's 'father' warned. "She's arrogant, sarcastic and she has attitude."

"She won't interfere," Gohan replied sternly. "Besides you forgot to mention that she's brave and has spirit. She's real. She's not one of those fake androids that are mindless pieces of shit. This one is different than any other female human."

His eyes narrowed at the young man. "Why do you care so much? Why do you want her so much? I need further explanation."

Gohan let out a light chuckle, resting his head back onto the back of the chair with a satisfied smirk on his handsome face. "I chose her to be my mate."

The man almost dropped his glass. "What?"

Gohan looked up at the high ceiling before looking at his father. "You heard me. I think the strongest man deserves the strongest woman as their mate. Besides, don't you want a strong heir after me?"

His 'son' made a compelling case, but it wasn't good enough. "I would like an heir, but I still think it's a bad idea." It was more a threat than a warning.

"It's not opened for discussion," Gohan cut him off. Rarely did Gohan defy him, but there were certain topics where they disagreed. Most of the time Gohan would give in, believing what his 'father' thought was correct. However, in this case, Gohan wanted to keep what was his. His father had taught him of greed and power and that's what made Gohan want Videl more. Yeah, it may be for passion, but more for power than anything else. Or so the man believed.

"Since you were a young child I clothed you and fed you. I'm only looking after you, son," he said, adding bitter to 'son'. "You should reconsider. You will regret keeping her."

"Raditz," Gohan exclaimed in a colder voice that he would normally use on him, "What did I just say? It isn't opened for discussion." The attitude in his voice and the confidence in himself made Gohan more imitating.

Whenever Gohan addressed his 'father' by his real name, Raditz knew that Gohan was angry with him. Raditz also knew when not to push it. Besides, the situation was not entirely serious. There were other ways to get rid of her.

"She's mine now. If anyone dares to harm or damage her, I will not hesitate to fight for what is mine," Gohan threatened.

The kid basically read his mind just now. It was kind of unnatural yet pleasing. At least Raditz knew that he was successful creating a new, ruthless Gohan. The unexpected part was that Gohan was probably stronger than Raditz and possibly one day defy him in a bigger, more serious way. But Gohan would never do that. To Gohan, Raditz was his father. It was one of the many lies that Raditz had impeded into Gohan's mind.

Raditz also knew what a temper Gohan had. He had to know because he was one of the people who toiled and tampered Gohan's mind into something dangerous, sinful…and sometimes unstable. At the moment, Raditz had no other choice but to give Gohan what he wanted. He heaved out a sigh and said, "I understand." Raditz was the puppet master, the possessor somewhat, and sometimes he had to give his puppet what he wanted in order to keep him under control.

Gohan unfolded his arms and almost smiled at his victory. "Good," he simply responded, resting his hands on the glass table. "As for the Z fighters, time is almost up." Gohan paused, rubbing his temples. "I hope they're more fun than Hercule. I didn't even fight him, but from what I saw, he was pathetically weak."

Raditz grunted with a smirk. Now this was the Gohan that he had raised. This was the Gohan that he tried to force out.

"It's a shame that you can't come," Gohan suddenly said, fascinated with the glass under his palms.

Raditz rested his face in one of his hands. "If I could, I would." Really he couldn't. He still found it critical to stay out of sight.

Gohan narrowed his eyes at Raditz, closely observing his behavior. Sometimes he just didn't understand Raditz's motives. Most of them were surreal. Vengeance over Raditz brother, whoever he was, was understandable. But the others…like Dragonballs granting wishes—just like that? Gohan couldn't see the logic. Even if he really believed and had faith in the Dragonaballs, Gohan didn't seem to appreciate Raditz dream. Of course Gohan wouldn't. He didn't have those same feelings that Raditz carried with him. Gohan was just a victim to the cruelty and was the pawn in Raditz's sick game.

"Father, I'm leaving. I have business to attend to," Gohan announced after short contemplation. His dark eyes flickered to Raditz.

Raditz nodded. "Alright." The look that Gohan gave him almost chilled him, but mostly pleased him. Raditz was proud at his work and what he was able to accomplish.

Without another word Gohan got up and gracefully floated out of the large room. When Gohan was finally out of hearing range, Raditz emerged from the darkness. He floated (not finding standing on the ground necessary) to one of the computers. His attire hadn't changed much over the years. Most of the time he wore his Saiyan armour (thankfully he was able to mass produce them). Sometimes he wore spandex and a t-shirt. Occasionally he sported human clothing, but only if necessary. However, he always had that brown furry tail around his waist, a representation of pride for his race. The tail was also a symbol of power to some who knew what the Saiyans were, and what they could become.

Calmly, Raditz pushed various buttons on a big, computer-like machine, until a face appeared on the screen. It was an old, awfully wrinkled man, no younger than fifty.

"Is there a problem?" the old man asked.

Raditz stroked his chin while a frown found its way on the Saiyan's lips. "There's a girl."

"Ahh," the old man began. Conspicuously this sparked the old man's interest. "Is she yours?"

"You know that I don't waste time on filthy female humans. On this delicate subject, I do have more patience."

"So, it's the boy's?" he guessed accurately

"Yeah. I'm afraid he's attached to her, if not now, very soon. I'm not sure if she's for company, power, pleasure, or if the boy actually likes her. I'm not even sure if he's attracted to her because she's not just anyone you would happen to meet on Earth. For matters like these, I don't know what he's thinking. I can't control how he looks at females—or how he treats them. I know I raised him to be ruthless and uncaring to everyone, but I wasn't thorough on how to treat a mate—or anything like that. I didn't want him to be homosexual either, so I just didn't concentrate on that part of his mind," Raditz confessed and then abruptly came to a stop when he heard the old man laugh. At this, Raditz growled.

"I hope you have a rat in your throat that's causing you to laugh, or else I might as well—"

"Raditz! I was just amused at the boy, that's all." When Raditz calmed down at bit, the old man continued. "I presume you want one of my men to dispose of her?"

Quickly Raditz protested. "No. Not yet. I have to give what the boy wants or else we both won't get what we want. But if she does come in our way, I'll let you know when your services will be needed. In the meantime it wouldn't be any harm to gather your predators to specifically slay her."

The old man slightly nodded in the politest manner. "How many do you want?" he asked, genuinely interested.

Raditz made a dry laugh. "Surprise me."

The old man nodded with glittering eyes. Usually his eyes were cold, just as empty as Gohan's were, but to be involved in something like this…and with a female, the old man couldn't help feeling excited. He never felt like this in years. The more he thought that Gohan had chosen a girl made him grow curious to a point where he just wanted to see who she is. She must be strong and acceptable. Moreover, she must be appealing to the eye. "Do you know who the female is?" the old man shortly.

Raditz rubbed his temples, trying to remember the girl's name. "It's that weakling's daughter… Hercule's daughter. I believe she's called Videl."

Now the old man was really excited. He was also amused at the irony: 'The Earth's strongest man and the Earth's strongest woman.' Hmm, this undeniably interested him.

Raditz was glad to see the old man in a disgustingly happy (and maybe in a perverted or ruthless) mood. The last thing Raditz heard before retreating to the training chamber was, "Artificial humans, I assume?"

It was almost twelve in afternoon when Videl woke up. She never knew how tired she was that made her out for so long. Even now, she felt sluggish and lazy as if someone drugged her. No, Gohan wouldn't do that. He was too arrogant and had too much pride to do stoop at such a low level. She did not know why she was certain that he had pride and some sort of honor—despite how wicked he turned out to be. However, either way if he did or didn't do anything to her, he was going to get a tongue-lashing when he would return.

"Gohan…that bastard," the blue-eyed female whispered, trying to sit up. Videl found herself in the same clothes that she wore the last time she woke up. Humph, how nice of them to not strip her…

Involuntarily her eye twitched at that thought. How dare Gohan do this to her? Videl growled and in a lazy attempt, she staggered herself to the door. She was delighted to find that none of 'her' servants were around. She was also pleased to find that escape was only two strides away from her and there was no Gohan in sight. That was the only reason to make a greedy smile.

Videl took one long breath in and cautiously she gripped onto the golden, circular doorknob. In concentration and anticipation she turned the knob and pushed. When that didn't work much to her dismay, she turned again and pulled. Videl cursed when the door didn't open. Soon, she was out of patience. Videl began to violently shake the door either way; but the damn exit was locked.

Videl cursed loudly, looking through the keyhole.

At this point she began to kick and punch at the door. They weren't strong or proper. She was too fatigued to try. So it wasn't surprising that the white double doors wouldn't open.

Videl cursed softly and banged her head on wood. It was hard and loud, but Videl was too exasperated to notice the minimal damage on her forehead. Sighing in defeat, Videl's back leaned against the door and eventually she slid down, ultimately curling herself into a tight ball. She looked around the room as the words that Gohan said earlier really sank into her head. Videl wasn't going back to her family and friends. She was abducted to this strange place for a sick reason—for a sick person. Videl made another funny noise that sounded like a blend of sob and a chortle. The blue-eyed female realized that no one would be able to save her. Frightened and defeated, a tear rolled down her pale, dirty cheek.

Videl was the saviour in Satan City. She was the one who helped people when they needed it, despite how serious the circumstances were. Videl was the people's heroine! There was no one else. She quickly doubted that there was a single person on this planet who would be able to defeat her abductor.

Videl sniffed a couple times as she came to that harsh, cruel conclusion. She hated being in this place, and so she already knew that she was going to suffer in this building that didn't come close to a home… The worst part about this was Gohan. He actually would begin to rule over her life since he so horribly took hers away. He was like the puppet master in some odd sense, who was able to control her fate.

Videl couldn't hold it in anymore. All of this was too overwhelming and terrifying for her to handle. Her hair was in a mess. Her mind was a wreck. And her body still ached terribly. Videl couldn't help to shed tears and cry.

"He can't keep me in here forever. He must be a psycho," she whispered hoarsely, and because of crying, she soon began choking.

She never cried in years. Actually, she couldn't remember the last time she cried this much. Pain…. Anger… Too many emotions were unmistakable and unavoidable for her to manage. Her head hung down and found its way into Videl's tiny hands. The tears wouldn't stop rushing out. Streams and streams of salty liquid caused her to moan out of this pain and unwelcoming turn of events.

"Why? Why me?" she murmured against her wet palms as she continued to cry. Her blue eyes were glossy, but they were still dull, unable to be vibrant and alive. The tears caused her to tremble. Seeking refuge, Videl turned her body to the side so she was able to rest her right side on the door. It was gave some comfort.

Kami, Videl needed a miracle.

Unknown to her, everywhere in Satan City signs were plastered up on walls in frenzy. Everyone was on edge, searching and asking the same thing repeatedly. On the news there was one hot story reported over and over. Hercule was part of it, but for once, he wasn't the main attraction. This may be the first time in awhile that Hercule did not preach of exaggerated accounts of his heroism with much cockalorum. In fact, he was grieving on the terrible news.

For this reason, the police force worked on longer hours, trying to make a difference, trying to help the bad-lucked man, Hercule. As much as they looked for clues, they found nothing. Even so, they still continued to search, but like everyone else, they were distressed.

Now when everyone is mentioned, it represented a lot of people, considering Hercule's great fame. Apparently, this terrible news has spread around to quite far distance. It went so far that everyone, everywhere, was asking, "Where's Videl?"

No one could find an answer.

Goku's Daughter's Note:

June 18: The formatting was whacked. Thanks to a special reviewer who brought it to my attention. Be responsible and review!

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