Not too thrilled about this one. I was having a lack of inspiration for this and threw something together. Perhaps this is a sign of me thinking to much...

Theme= Hope

Hoping and knowing were two different things Videl discovered. Hope was where there was uncertainty and relying on blind faith to get through an obstacle. Knowing though, that was where you knew beyond a shadow of doubt that you could and would overcome an obstacle.

Usually, Videl could rely on her well-trained fists to get through anything. Everything from criminals to last minute research papers; the Satan girl would overcome them for the betterment of herself and others.

Unfortunately, that control didn't extend beyond those fists of hers. Perhaps the first time she had ever turned to hope was when she saw her closest friend being attacked in the middle of a tournament. Those two men, Yamu and Spopovitch had snuck up on Gohan and had stabbed him in the gut with some weird device.

If it hadn't been for Gohan's father holding her back, the Satan girl would've gone out into that ring and showed those ugly bald men just who's friend they were attacking. Unfortunately, she had been forced into the role of being an onlooker; not something she relished in. Throughout the whole ordeal, Videl could remembering praying, hoping that the Son boy would get out of this confrontation in one piece.

After an eternity of listening to Gohan's screams, finally those two brutes dropped him to the floor, leaving the stadium by flight. Instead of going after them, Videl made a beeline straight towards the fallen Son boy.

Fear had made a very comfortable home inside of her stomach upon seeing him. Gohan was extremely pale and that was saying something. Despite living in a remote place, the boy had somehow managed to dodge any ray of sunlight that could've possibly give him a tan.

Just looking at him made the daughter of Satan tear up. Doing her best to hold them at bay, she had knelt by him and promised him he'd be alright. Her hope had gone unvoiced.

It wasn't until that big red guy, Kabob or Mosquito or something like that, had approached and promised her he'd heal the fallen Son boy. Taking his word, she watched as he fulfilled his promise.

Her hope had been rewarded.

"Trunks and Goten are going to be alright…but Gohan and Vegeta…are dead."

Those were the most damning words she had ever heard. Gohan dead? But how? It just couldn't be.

Videl didn't make a sound. Though Chichi had fainted and Bulma had mourned aloud for all to witness, Videl had silently turned to face the edge of this foreign place. It had been called "The Lookout" by Goku, but other than that, she didn't really know what this place was.

Slowly, tears leaked from her eyes and fell to the tiled floor. An image of a smiling Gohan was firmly in her head and she refused to let it go.

It was sometime before she could mull over her thoughts. As the others had accepted the deaths of their friends, Videl couldn't shake this feeling that wrong…or maybe right. To say that she hoped that Goku was wrong would've been an understatement; but to say that she knew that Gohan was alive…that felt more correct. What had given her those thoughts, she didn't know, but it was a lot better than admitting the death of someone she cared for.

As time went by though, the more conviction she felt, the more she felt right. Gohan was alive somewhere; no amount of arguing could change her mind. Krillen had tried and she put that uprising down rather quickly.

And she'd do it a hundred times more if need be.

Doubt had been swirling within her mind. Majin Buu had finally made good on his pledge and killed off every single last living thing on the planet. After being hit by that candy beam of his, Videl had been sent on into the next life, meeting up with Chichi and Bulma and went on an Otherworld-wide search for the missing Son boy. With everyone dead, there was no where else for him to go but here.

As time went on, things seemed to have proven her right. Gohan wasn't dead; otherwise he'd be here. He was alive somewhere else, she just knew it.

Things got weird shortly after that revelation. One moment she was in the next life, the next she was back on the Lookout and hearing voices. Vegeta, Goku, and her father's to be precise.

The next thing she knew, a hand had been placed on her shoulder, alerting her to a presence behind her. She couldn't help the overwhelming emotions that assaulted her then.

So she took it out on Gohan, pounding on his chest as she let out more tears. Geez, after spending a good deal of her life being tough and tomboyish, she was crying an awful lot lately.

But what else could she do when life rewarded her?