A/N: If you have a character or idea you'd like Jackie to use, leave it in a review.
Arien Desol: Oh it's good to be back! I finally got back into the fanfiction beat, since I discovered roleplay in December. And you're welcome! I plan to have Arien come back into the story more often, since she had a small role in the last chapter.
Glittergirl73: Oh kuso! I forgot I didn't announce that! So sorry! I'll announce it in this chapter at someplace!
Disclaimer: Don't blink. Blink and you're dead. *blinks* Darn it! Guess I can't own DBZ then…
THE REAL DBZ: VIDEL SATAN
Sitting on the desk, now decorated with rainbows and sparkles thanks to Glitter, was the famous bad tempered teenager we all know and love. Her blonde hair was free of its normal ice blue highlights and her nails no longer had their usual black nail polish. Furthermore, she was wearing simply sweats and a t-shirt. Not what Jackie usually chose to look like, but Videl had "accidently" spilled all of her hair dye over her stuff. Said future victim was currently banging on the doors, trying to get let back in. Jackie however, was throwing darts at her Goku shaped dart board, annoyed at all the people who wanted help. It was always, "I need to meet Trunks!" or, "I must have revenge on Vegetable head!" Jackie felt a bit tired of not getting to chose what to do, so she decided to lock Glitter, Arthur, and Arien inside of the bathroom, with a hysteric Goku in there as well, of course. The most amusing part was that he still hadn't tried breaking down the door, especially since it was already starting have the wood chip away.
Getting tired of the banging, Jackie signaled to Carl the Cameraman to let the crime fighter in. She was starting to give Jackie a headache, and Jackie hated headaches almost as much as she hated not getting what she wanted. Jackie always got what she wanted, even if it wasn't possible. She found a way, and if there wasn't a way, she yelled and screamed until one became available. According to legend, even King Yemma himself had agreed to spare her from HFIL out of sheer terror.
Carl the Cameraman gulped and slowly shuffled over to the Victim's door. He hated this job so much, but he needed his weekly penny- the highest amount of payment Jackie would ever let him have. How else was he supposed to buy his senzu beans and diet cokes? Plus, his new boyfriend wouldn't be happy if they couldn't afford to take him to Mr. Satan's gym…For some reason, he idolized that man, and it made poor Carl a bit jealous. But enough about Carl, we have far more important things to talk about…Things like the repair Jackie would have to make to the door, since a certain person with black pigtails head butted it, creating a quite lovely Videl head shaped hole.
"Hello Jackie," Videl said coolly, ripping the rest of the door apart with her hands.
Jackie felt a tinge of remorse at this action. Her and that door had been through so much together. They'd tortured heroes, villains, and had a good laugh or two. It would be so sad to see it leave, but perhaps it could go to otherworld and train with King Kai. Then later, it could come back to life, train at Planet Knobbe and become a Super Door! But the real question is would it glow green? Or red with pink polka dots?
The world may never know…
"Videl, come on in, will ya?" Jackie said, glancing at the broken pieces of her beloved door. "Make yourself at home…"
Videl simply shrugged, brushed a stray bang out of her eye and sat down calmly in the Victim's chair. To anyone but Jackie, she would have been quite intimidating. But to Jackie, all she saw was a challenge, and one that she couldn't help but take.
"So, I daresay you know the rules? Don't lie or you're tortured. And…" Jackie smirked. "Don't struggle."
Oh yes, it had taken quite a long time but Jackie had finally gotten a hold of Saiyan Proof Rope. She was rather glad, since she missed the slight physical torture that she could induce onto her victims. Before the show, she had even made a special trip over to the Son House, that way she could test the rope on the supposed strongest Saiyan ever. It was just able to overpower Goku, and that was when he was hungry and ChiChi was placing food on the table, so that was saying something. Alas, Jackie had been in a very good mood when she got home that night and watched her favorite show, Doctor Who. She would never let anyone know it, but she cried when Rose was stuck in that universe. It was probably the first time in many years, perhaps the first time ever that Miss Jackie Tanner had cried. And that was definitely saying something.
Videl glared, not liking the ropes wrapped securely around her. She didn't even understand why she agreed to go on this stupid show in the very first place. None of the victims did, they just showed up, or in some cases, were kidnapped in order to ensure they showed up. Jackie had gotten quite good at it, though she sometimes let Basil, Paprika, and Danielle be in charge of those types of things. She was lucky that she got off easy last time she was caught, but then again, Jackie Tanner seemed to always be lucky.
"So tell me, Videl. Would you describe yourself to be rather…egocentric?" Jackie smirked, feeling back in her element for the first time in a while.
Jackie had hated the numerous delays, postponing what made her world go round.
"No!" Videl snapped, not at all trying to keep her cool, "Why would I call myself that? I don't have an ego!"
"Hmm…Sure you don't," Jackie spoke sarcastically, stroking an imaginary beard.
"I do not have an ego!" Videl screeched, absentmindedly pushing against her restraints.
Which caused said restraints to immediately tighten, cutting into the young crime fighter's skin. Yes, Jackie was very much pleased with Capsule Corps' work on the rope. Not only did it restrain, it also could cause pain for the unfortunate victim! Kami forbid someone try that on Jackie though, she'd be likely to destroy the entire world in her wrath, the main reason that young Zora Gatto was trying to find the source of her evil. But alas, that was a story for another time and another place.
"Watch it, pigtails! You wouldn't want to get hurt…Now would you?" Jackie chastised, getting on Videl's last nerve.
Which, come to think about it, may have been Videl's only nerve. It wasn't like she was incredibly patient, kind, and understanding to everyone she met. She even followed Gohan around, just because she wanted to know a secret he may or may not have had. Even though she did have a secret, some people may have called it creepy. In fact, most people did so.
"Oh for the love of Dende! Just get this thing over with!" Videl growled. "I have to give Sharpner his Nine O'clock beating! The baka asked me out…again!"
Jackie grinned, her eyes light up with evil glee, "Aww! Sounds like someone is in love!" she taunted.
Videl had had enough. First, Gohan was too chicken to come with her today, which meant she had to face this blonde monster all by herself. Secondly, she started to have a respect for Mirai Trunks, since he had been stuck in a time with things even worse than Jackie. Thirdly, they had ran out of her favorite ice cream flavor because some little kids bought it all up. She didn't even understand how they could eat that much! She would suspect Goten and Chibi Trunks to be involved, but they were supposed to be training with Vegeta that day…Anyways, it was the taunting cries of Jackie that drove her to snap, to utter the very words that Mrs. Son as banned from her house…She said…
"Your Mother is a...lorem ipsum... admiumvenium...turolagulio...Hippopautamus...Republican...and Daniel Radcliffe... With a Bucket of...and a Castle far away where no one can hear you...Soup...With a Bucket of...Mickey Mouse... and A Stick of Dynamite...Magical...Alakazam!" Videl yelled feeling quite pleased with herself.
Jackie blinked, wide eyed. She never thought she would hear anyone say that on her show. Maybe on Zora's show, or the show she's certain Glitter is going to start. But there it was, in plain…er…words. The Elder swear, invented by some guy who lives in his basement and plays with puppets. Not that Jackie had ever done that before…She found herself to be above playing with puppets...Or at least, that's what she told her parents.
"You…you…!" Jackie stuttered, stunned, "I didn't think you had the guts? It's supposed to be an act! An act to prove yourself to your father because YOU ARE A DADDY'S GIRL, VIDEL SATAN! YOU HEAR ME? A STUPID, SILLY DADDY'S GIRL WHO WILL NEVER AMOUNT TO ANYTHING!"
"Someone sounds crabby…Need a nap, little girl?" Videl smirked, ignoring what Jackie said.
As Jackie stormed out of the room, leaving Videl tied up to a chair, she realized one thing. Videl had not denied it. Videl was, and forever will be, a Daddy's girl. There would be no way to take that back, since Jackie had stopped the camera from rolling after her exit. She hated wasting film, since it meant less torture. But what she didn't realize, was the title of the well thumbed book in Videl's back: Twilight, by Stephanie Meyer.
Videl Satan, daughter of the World Champion, was a secret twi-hard.