Author's Note: Before you as the title is in fact a direct reference to Space Balls.
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 43
Going Plaid!
Sitting back in the chair Videl began the recording from the moment the thieves entered the bank. All avenues needed to be followed up on. Even the one she personally closed at the bank. As confident as she was in her hearing this tape might give a different explanation.
The crime fighter's grip on the arms of the chair tightened when her attempted killer never fired a shot before she reached the bank. Videl was quite aware none of them fired their guns in the fight as she purposely got up close so they couldn't do so without the chance of harming their accomplices. That meant Saiyaman couldn't have just picked the bullets from the floor. She would be lying if she said she got no satisfaction from watching herself tear into them though. Especially her almost-killer.
As the Videl on the tape began to walk towards the door she immediately gazed towards the supposed culprit. Her face was ashen as she watched the man shakily lift his gun and begin to pull the trigger. The act itself however was blurry as the rushing wind buffeted the too-near camera. Then Saiyaman was suddenly right behind her.
"I knew it." Videl narrowed her eyes, but sighed as it was too early to confirm any theories. She allowed the scene to play through to the end before switching to footage from a camera that was farther away and at a different angle. This one allowed for a better view of the entrance.
Videl allowed the fight to play out again, but this time paid attention to the surroundings. If she was right then Saiyaman will not be seen within the bank before the windows blew in. A shudder went up her spine as this camera wasn't so horribly buffeted by the wind. It gave a good look at the man pulling the trigger all four times. As well as an odd blur.
She smirked as she slowed the recording down to a crawl after rewinding it to just before the windows shattered. Videl watched in a mix of astonishment and confusion as she watched that blur take on the shape of a man. The exact features couldn't be made out, but there was no mistaking that orange helmet and green tunic. She swallowed thickly as his hand moved as if to pluck something out of the air. Definitely the bullets.
It seemed she was correct in her earlier theory. Though she wasn't sure if that had really sank in yet. The flying could still be technology, but it seemed unlikely for the mind-boggling speed to be from a gadget of some kind. How would you control yourself? Not to mention that nothing had seemed off about the gloves. Even if it was made of some special material it just shouldn't be possible to catch bullets!
In the face of these impossibilities Videl did what she did best. Get angry.
Word Count: Approx. 506
