Author's Note: You know . . . even to me this chapter is a bit depressing. Either way here is me expanding a mystery of DBZ. We know her mother's first name(which is supposedly Miguel), but nothing else. I read that she had been mentioned to be dead though. We don't even have a picture of her either. Not even in the manga or from some other official source. Oh well. It's important to be able to take these kinds of things and fill them in plausible details of your own.
I would also like to thank you all for the reviews! I'm glad you are enjoying this so far. Similarly I am proud some of you really feel my characters are on point. Considering I haven't watched the Buu Saga in years and am mostly going off a combination of memories, other fanfiction, and the games for the characterization. So I am pleasantly surprised and generally pleased in how I'm doing so far.
Also for two specific reviewers. I fully admit it is tempting to do what you mentioned SierraLarson. To double down on the speeches and poses. I won't(maybe), but I also won't get rid of them or anything. They are too fun. As for the other . . . I really appreciate all your reviews Ern Estine 13624. However I must ask that you refrain from saying literally the exact same thing in your reviews. If possible. I don't need constructive criticism if you don't have any. Just say something different if you can? Thank you.
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 45
E To The Rescue!
Videl found that, much like her earlier rage, the tears wouldn't stop and she wasn't sure why. There were very few times in her life that this had happened. She could count the number on one hand! Saiyaman being a threat to her job was not something to get so worked up about. Especially considering what the last time she felt like this had been about.
"Mom . . .," Her back stiffened at the stray thought. Immediately Videl tried to distance herself from it, but it was easier said than done. There was no such thing as forgetting that moment. The memory was as vivid now as it was back then.
It had been such an incredible day too. Both she and her father came out victorious in their respective divisions of the 24th World Martial Arts Tournament. With Hercule winning the title of the "Strongest Man in the World". Then, as quickly as it came, that euphoria crashed and burned only minutes after leaving the tournament grounds.
Videl could remember all too well that second when her mother pushed her out of the way of the car. The screeching tires and the sight of her mother flying through the air was engraved in her. The sickening thump-, "Vi? Vi!"
Her head jerked up at the sound of her nickname and was surprised to see Erasa kneeling in front of her. "E?" Her voice was hoarse and she wondered just how long she had been lost in her head. "What are you doing here?"
"You called me two hours ago." She stared at her best friend with worry, "Don't you remember?"
Now she did. Swallowing nervously she quickly wiped her tears, "Yeah. Of course."
As Erasa looked at Videl's red-rimmed eyes she wished she had come sooner like she had wanted. Rather than adhering to the six o'clock meet up time.
Word Count: Approx. 321
