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 46
Best Friend Magic
"Will you tell me what's wrong now?" Erasa had been utterly unsurprised when her friend had refused to say anything down in the gym. It was why she cajoled Videl into going upstairs to her room. Truthfully, as smart and tough as she was, it is pretty easy to manipulate the crime fighter. If you were her best friend that is.
All it took was pushing the right buttons. The trickier part was making sure no one saw Videl's tear-stained face on the way there. She would have clammed up faster than it would take for Mr. Satan to brag about his past victories. "It was nothing."
Erasa sighed, but didn't back down. "We both know that you aren't trying to convince me of that. Vi," She gently took her friends' hands and squeezed, "I haven't seen you like that in a long time. Please?"
Silence stretched on between them before Videl squeezed Erasa's hands in return. "I," She paused trying to find the right words, "Honestly don't know."
The blonde's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she could tell her friend wasn't just avoiding the question. "Then tell me what happened after school got out."
"I went to the station and got the surveillance footage from the bank this morning. To try to discover more about Saiyaman." A small smirk crossed her face, "Other than he is a massive dork that is."
Erasa couldn't help but giggle at that comment. Though she was happier to note that Videl was feeling good enough to make that quip. Then, knowing she needed to get to the heart of things, let the smile drop. "I saw the punching bag, Vi. Both of them."
"Whatever happened made you angry. What was it?"
There was no answer as Videl shifted awkwardly and avoided looking at Erasa. Her features tightened when her friend finally caught her gaze. Then, in a whisper, she spoke, "I'm pretty sure his powers are real. I even slowed the recording down to the nth degree in the hope I would see evidence of it being technology based. There was . . . nothing."
Her hand tightened around the blonde's, "I'm not sure why I got so angry, but, like usual, I went to work it out by training." Tears began to fall again, "But it wouldn't work, E! It just grew into this terrible, seething rage until I suddenly began to cry. Which even now confuses me."
"H-How am I supposed to compare to someone like that? Why would the people need me over him?!"
Word Count: Approx. 443
