Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z. At all. I only own my fond childhood memories of it and some of the movies on DVD.


Fight 23
Claustrophobic

It was official. Videl hated her job right now. As pumped as she was finally get called to help she quickly sobered up to the situation. There was only one bad guy. Said bad guy had only lost it because he was being cheated out of a well-earned retirement. Did she mention she was also in a tiny as hell air duct? Because she was.

All the windows had been locked and smashing one would have been out of the question. There was no door on the roof either. Really Videl was lucky the school even had these outdated and over-sized air ducts. Modern ones were a lot more compact than this.

She thanked any god who might be listening when she found an exit. It was the music room. Though it had been a few years she still remembered her way around well enough. Videl snuck as quietly as possible towards where she knew the auditorium was. She was also using a compact mirror she had on her so she could look around each corner. In case the principal decided to take a walk around the halls.

The teenager wouldn't admit it out loud, but she felt rather like a spy right now. "The name is Satan. Videl Satan." She snickered softly at her own joke before reprimanding herself. Shaking it off she soon found the room she was looking for. Now she just had to find a way in.

Muttering, "Backstage it is."


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