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 40
Mystery Junkie
"I'll return the tape in the morning!" Videl smiled and waved back towards the police chief as she left the station. She had mentioned her intent to review the Saiyaman footage this morning. So naturally it was be ready for her after school.
She began the trek home with a bounce in her step. Videl couldn't really help it. It wasn't well-known but she had loved mysteries since she was a child. Whether it be books, tv shows, or movies. Yet, as much as the mystery thrilled her, the end game did even more so.
Somewhere along the lines that thirst for the truth in her fiction of choice evolved into an unquenchable curiosity. She had stepped on more than a few toes during that time too. Then, once her father had won the WMAT and later on defeated Cell, it changed again. Continual attempts to befriend and use her because of her last name twisted it into an intense paranoia. Making her keep everyone at a distance until she could be certain. Unfortunately by then the few not interested in her for her last name have stopped trying.
This recording of the robbery will hopefully shed some light on the man who saved her life. Videl couldn't help but hope her instincts weren't wrong and he wasn't a fraud. In fact she was almost certain the Gold Fighter and Saiyaman were one and the same. Even if she had no concrete evidence for it.
Thinking back on the details now she doubted that intervening in that first bank robbery had been planned. Gohan didn't seem like the type to allow a crime to happen nearby if he could do something about it. And was occasionally empty-minded enough that forgetting about his clothes and the badge was plausible. Ignoring however he turned temporarily blonde. Videl almost tripped over her own feet at the reminder of the rooftop conversation. She hated that, despite only knowing her for a week, he could see through her so well.
Yet at the same time she was inexplicably happy that he did. His words held a profound effect on her Videl couldn't explain. Nor would she try to. Even Erasa, though not for a lack of trying, didn't fully understand why she put herself in such danger. Somehow she knew Gohan did all too well.
The praise and adoration was nice and so was the chance to fight outside the gym. Especially since any attention she got was for her own deeds rather than her father's. But Videl didn't really want anything for her heroics. There were moments that made it worth every bruise received and drop of her blood spilled. Whether she was thanked or not.
The memory of the parents faces after she stopped the renegade principal recently stood out. Of their joy when she led their children out the door. Videl's lips quirked up as she remembered the following reunion.
As she walked through her front door she quietly mused about something else altogether. "I wonder if I'll have time to reread my favorite Agatha Christie mystery tonight."
Word Count: Approx. 525
