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Satan City had awakened from its slumber a couple of hours ago, not that it slept peacefully during the night. The city was the only one in the world that stayed wide awake for the entire night. In fact, more of its inhabitants were awake during the night than day.

Night clubs, spacious and unoccupied roads in the countryside, prostitutes at roadsides effectively served to this purpose. All this began, however, after Cell Games as the recently coronated WMAT champ achieved victory over Cell thus getting recognized in every corner of the world with his home city following the suite.

In the suburbs where most of the low or middle working class lived, an ordinary man opened the door and after stretching and yawning loudly, he walked while scratching his ass, towards the entrance to his small house where a newspaper was lying as his letterbox was apparently broken.

As he bent down to pick it, a jet copter flew above him. Out of curiosity, he looked upwards and immediately frowned, a yellow jet with a widely known mark - SATAN - written on its side soaring towards the horizon.

It'd been five days since the Gold Fighter event transpired and its effects were that, now, people couldn't simply believe Mr. Satan's claims of certain people as tricksters. The Gold Fighter certainly saw to that.

So, the entire world, save a few, was caught in a dilemma whether those powers were tricks or not, after all, everybody saw it on tv but at the same time, they couldn't simply call Mr. Satan a liar because he ought to have some reason to label those fighters as such.

Needless to say the entire world was waiting for Mr. Satan who was reported to be on a tour regarding his health products, to return and provide his views on the matter. Nonetheless, the delusional yet grandeur world of their saviour created by the people was beginning to crack.

Unaware of the looks she was getting from the people on ground as well as of the thoughts swirling in their minds, Videl continued to survey the city as per her daily routine. She would wake up at 5:00 am daily only to do a light to medium workout so as to preserve her energy, not at all wanting to get stuck up in an adverse situation because she wasn't at her hundred per cent. At 7:00 am, she would leave, after using the last hour to get ready, to get a bird's view of the city for any mishappenings.

She had been doing it for the last three years after she got her own licence of a non-official cop. Being the daughter of the world savior definitely had its perks. She wasn't ashamed of the fact that she had used her father's name and fame for getting out of stickier situations. After all, it was her birthright. A child need not hesitate when asking for the help of his/her parents. This worked both ways though and she totally believed it.

Now, though, the situation had changed and not for the better. The Gold Fighter event had given the people; what the so-called rivals of his father termed as a wake-up call against Mr. Satan. These people were not even capable enough to be termed as rivals. Her father had far surpassed them in business and stakeholding. They were only bitter people who just wanted to get back at him.

Not that, they were not trying it for years but at that time there was no ground for them to establish themselves let alone affect her father. Now, though, the gold fighter event had not only provided them a raised platform but also enough material to launch verbal missiles at him. But the shocking fact was, it was actually working, though gradually.

On the day of that event, nothing had happened. She had not heard even a single incident. Nobody was capable to comprehend that event at the time it happened. The next day was when all hell broke loose. From newspapers and magazines to Tvs and blogs, everything was stuffed with the event. The news of every source began with describing the event but ending with a curious yet frightening question - why were those powers labeled as tricks by Mr. Satan?

Of course, nobody could answer this but the one who was the source. People were waiting in trepidation for her father to return and answer, and she was also one of them. All of them had seven years of hope and trust instated into him, seven years of their life completely devoted to him, which couldn't be thrown away so easily not when their savior had yet to say anything about it. She was sure he wouldn't break the people's hard formed trust, and that he ought to have a reason for everything. The world was vacillating on their emotions, and expectations from him were the only reason preventing the people from releasing the emotions with a burst.

However, it didn't mean that people were unaffected. Far from it, sure they were not explicit about it but implications were apparent and obviously on her. Since her father was not there, she was the recipient of their feelings. The wariness, distrust and hidden anger were waiting to consume her if and when her worst fears came true.

Everyone in her father's circle and even in hers shared the same emotion. Her peers at school and even the teachers were wary and unsure of her. It was blatant as the same persons who were eager to get even a glimpse of her and considered themselves lucky if she even shared a greeting with them, were avoiding her and those who were her associates, though conversed with her like before, the awkwardness and uncertainty were clear as a mirror.

It was sickening to think about how much they associated her with her father that her own being was nearly nonexistent. It was the reason she did not have many associates let alone friends. Only Sharpener and Erasa were her actual friends, as they cared for her and not of her image due to her father. She could clearly remember the conversation that happened after school the next day.

FLASHBACK

Videl, along with Sharpener and Erasa, were walking towards the gate after the classes ended. The day was quite exhausting as the clearly tense atmosphere weighed heavily on their minds. From the moment she entered the school, wariness, and uncertainty towards her settled on her shoulders. It was the same even now as they were walking; all around them were not so quiet whispers and stares directed at Videl.

"Jeez, look at them staring at Videl as if she killed their only cat."

"Be serious Sharpy, Videl surely doesn't need your attitude when she already has so much to deal with."

"Hey, I was only trying to lighten her up and she definitely needs that."

"Sharpener", began Erasa only to be interrupted by Videl. "It's okay, Erasa. For the first time, I don't mind him at all. Your support at this moment shows your true feelings for me. I am glad you are my friends... real and only friends."

"Of course silly, you shouldn't even think about it. We will always be with you," replied Erasa in her usual bubbly voice.

"Yeah, and you better believe it."

Videl only smiled at their antics, her first true smile in two days. "Thanks... both of you."

FLASHBACK END

However, excluding them, there was no one in her peers who she could call as her well wisher. Even the police officials were not absolute in their behavior and trust towards her. The same cops especially the new ones who used to become a nervous wreck in front of her and were eager to follow her commands more than the chief's, now listened to her as if they were forced.

Only one who didn't estrange her was the police chief himself; being her father's only friend from his childhood, he became a sort of father figure to her.

Even the criminals were not an exception to this newly formed norm. In fact, they were the worst as they were fully vocal about it. She could clearly remember the words of Teddy - the leader of shark gang; 'Hey it's the champion of frauds' daughter' and his lackey had said, 'Hey boss, did she know' and Teddy had replied affirmatively.

Those words stung but the looks given by the people tore away her heart. She couldn't believe that despite having done so much for the people, they couldn't look at her past her father's image.

BEEP... BEEP... BEEP

Her further musings halted when CCN system alerted her of reaching her destination. Quickly landing and encapsulating her airplane, she went to her class. Ignoring the stares, she sat on her usual seat after greeting her only and true friends.

It was lunchtime.

Half of the school day had passed as usual nowadays. It was the first time Videl had waited so desperately for lunchtime to escape from the stares and whispers. Now, she along with Erasa and Sharpener were sitting in the cafeteria, eating their food while conversing with one another while ignoring the news telecast about the usual nowadays - Gold Fighter event.

As Videl was eating, Erasa was watching her thinking how the girl wasn't her normal self ever since that fateful day and she wanted nothing more than the blue-eyed girl to recover, and she was sure Sharpener was the same. It was then Erasa saw Sharpener trying to get her attention in the edge of her vision. She glanced at him and found him making a motion of his arm and Videl's neck. She immediately understood and nodded.

Sharpener, taking a breath, put his arm around Videl and spoke. "Hey, don't worry, I am sure when Mr. Satan comes, he's gonna make it alright for his sweeeet peaaaa yyyeeaahhhh," He imitated Mr. Satan to his best, following by a boisterous laugh - a typical Mr. Satan laugh.

Videl and Erasa laughed and suddenly the mood changed to better, with rest of the lunch done in a relatively happy atmosphere. Time passed and it was then the bell rang signifying the end of break, the trio standing up and...

'BREAKING NEWS: GOLD FIGHTER SAVES THE DAY, AGAIN'

Needless to say, they immediately became glued to the screen where a reporter was announcing the news.

'We are reporting from the South City where a shocking event transpired half an hour ago. It's been reported that Bulma Briefs along with Joe Edible were testing the durability of a space suit, designed and manufactured by Capsule Corporation for the national space agency - SSA.

The space suit will be used for an upcoming solar program in which the government aims to surpass their previous distance mark by nearly five times. For this, the services of world's leading tech corporation - The Cc, were hired last year. After one year of work, Bulma Briefs announced the completion of space suit and considering how adventurous she can be, she volunteered in place of a test subject, despite many protests.

Since, Mr. Joe is a world renowned man of action and Bulma's friend, he also agreed, quite happily too. So when they were testing the heat endurance of the suit inside the volcano LC by going deeper and deeper into it, despite the warnings, a tremor lead to Bulma's foot slipping and falling into the lava and Mr. Joe followed while trying to catch her.

They were quickly seized by the lava but barely two seconds later, strong gusts of wind flowed towards and tore down the lava. A couple of moments later, a man emerged from the lava with both the persons in either of his hands and after soundly depositing them where the rest of the crew was, he flew away.

Mrs. Bulma and Mr. Joe are reported to be completely safe thus establishing the durability of the space suit. Now, we will be showing you a slowed down video, as at normal frames, the camera wasn't able to capture him. Though, even at slow motion, his face couldn't clearly be captured due to too much reddish-orange hue in the volcano as well as his messed up hair."

It was then, they, along with most of the world, witnessed another breathtaking phenomenon. They saw as how despite the slow motion, the camera was only able to capture a golden flash before it literally disappeared into hot lava. They also witnessed the lava shooting upwards due to the motion but getting repelled by the torrent of winds crashing from upwards.

A few moments later, the man emerged from the lava while holding the rescued and after depositing them safely, flew away. The news telecast again continued after this.

'As you saw, the man saved them from the boiling pools of lava while staying unharmed. Several key points have been established by our analysts from this, and some important ones are that it was indeed a gold fighter as proved by the golden trail and his golden hair.

Secondly, this wasn't the same gold fighter who rescued King Furry as this was of a short stature than the other one and also had long hair, as captured by the camera; we can clearly see his hair sprawled over his face to his collarbone with some standing here and there.

Thirdly and certainly most shocking was his apparent immunity to the dangerous heat levels. As we can clearly see, when he was about to flew away, he was completely nude supporting the fact of our analysts that whatever he would have been wearing got burnt in lava. Though his skin was reflecting as of orange color due to inside the volcano, he was completely unharmed. The question is how could this be possible if they are only lights and ropes?"

Videl and her two friends couldn't find in themselves to listen anything more due to the growing uncomfortable atmosphere around them, so they quickly stood up and left the school with the blue-eyed girl praying for her father's return so she, along with the entire world, could get answers to his lies.

Yes, there was no doubt left about the authenticity of these powers.

Not after this recent event.

YESTERDAY, IN WEST CITY

In the capsule corporation, on the third floor, was the entire gang, sitting or standing as it suited their personalities. Currently, the adults were enjoying light snacks with cups of tea, with children playing on one side. They had recently finished their conversation which was about the meeting that Gohan had with King Furry.

"You know, I would've totally brushed away the conversation if not for the King's parting words," Yamcha muttered, taking a sip from his cup.

"Yeah," Bulma supported her friend. "We never thought it like this. If someone worst decided to grace us with their presence, the people would definitely and blindly follow that idiot."

"Bojack."

Bulma blinked twice before sheepishly nodding towards Eighteen. "Right."

Krillin only shook his head. "Even when we're using Ki openly in the tournament, people thought it was something preorganized by Satan," He shook his head. "It surprises me, how blind they can be."

Bulma again nodded. "Yeah, they won't even spare a passing glance... " Her voice trailed off.

"Anyway," Gohan cut in the sober atmosphere. "What should we do now? Personally, I believe Ki should be made public. It isn't like we have any monopoly on it."

"I agree," The orange-clad monk added his support. "We can't deny the masses something which is like their birthright."

"Absolutely not!" Tien's sharp voice drew the attention of others towards him. "Are you forgetting, every single day we hear those gangs ruining the property and lives on a whim, using weapons, explosives and whatnot. Giving them access to Ki would only be like handing them an easy weapon of mass destruction on a silver platter. I can see any deranged idiot blowing a block or so to vent his frustration."

Silence followed.

The Crane style master raised equally valid points. Even though, the thugs had access to all sorts of weaponry, the potential damage could be restrained by keeping a check on the arms and ammunition. Moreover, the gangsters were only dangerous as long as they had a weapon; remove it and they were practically useless. However, Ki would take away that handicap.

"But that is only one side of the coin," Gohan broke the silence, apparently having mulled over his options. "What Tien is saying might be true but we can't deny that we will have more helping hands on our side."

Tien only scoffed. "No matter how much they learn they can't even think to battle someone like Frieza or cell."

The son of Goku nodded. "But day-to-day issues won't be a problem anymore."

"Regarding the potential, Bulma once told me that future generations will be stronger than us." Yamcha calmly supplied, placing his now empty cup on the table.

Every eye turned towards the blue-haired woman who nodded. "The future children born of the parents already capable of using Ki would be more durable. But that's the future, even now there are some who can grow up to, say, Krillin's level if not more. Like that Videl girl - Hercule's daughter."

That was a fact all the parties could undisputedly agree on. The eighteen-year daughter of Hercule Satan was infamous for her valiant deeds in the Satan city, as well as her strong sense of justice. And if, she got access to Ki, she would definitely be a fighting force.

"That may be, but I can't and won't support this."

The atmosphere turned solemnly. If Tien wasn't with them, they couldn't proceed with the situation. After all, they were a team, and they did everything as one. Moreover, Tien would be an invaluable element in teaching the masses due to his experience in teaching in his dojo.

"Don't rush it," Roshi's rarely serious yet calm voice broke the silence, the man's gaze directed towards Tien. "Sometimes, the answer is not that easy. I would advice you to think over it again," He took in the visages of everyone. "Let's meet again tomorrow, and hopefully, we will reach a better conclusion."

After a couple of moments, they nodded but before anybody could even think of departing, a soft but sharp voice cut in. "You're overthinking this."

Eyes turning towards Eighteen, she continued. "You know the situation with us. We're normal humans who had never even learned martial arts much less Ki, even then, Gero was able to modify us to such levels that we surpassed a Super Saiyan. What's there to stop others? If something like that happens, at least, the people would know what to deal with."

"I agree," Piccolo's harsh voice drew surprised reactions. "Kami wouldn't have created dragon balls if he didn't trust the people of Earth."

With the support of two of the indifferent members, the argument for publicizing Ki became stronger and stronger, and it was only sealed by the most unexpected of them - Vegeta's words. "It's about time these weaklings start learning to clean their own mess. We won't be here forever to hold their hands."

The words went unspoken but clear as a mirror. The Saiyans wouldn't be this strong forever. Future generations would see to that.

"Well, this is enough of a proof, right?" Everybody gave confused look to Bulma who only gave a cheeky smile to Vegeta. "If the prince charming here can stand with us and hold a civil conversation, the people of the planet definitely have a hopeful future. And, even if, some elements turn out to be bad, they won't even compare to Vegeta's past."

"We began as enemies," Yamcha's voice was wistful. "Yet, here we are, standing as united because Goku saw what we ourselves couldn't. Hell, he even gave a chance to Frieza of all... I think the people deserve it too and their first one also."

Everybody understood the words and the thoughts and feelings behind them. Following this, the course of action was immediately decided. Bulma contacted the Royal Palace and conveyed to King Furry, the decision that would change the fate of the world.

ROYAL PALACE, CENTRAL CITY

King Furry put down the receiver after talking to Bulma. He wasn't surprised by their decision, having already known their choice. He had already seen it in Gohan's eyes. The confusion for a moment on his face, realization then regret and at last, determination to set things straight lead to him preconceive the now decided notion.

He, immediately, pressed the button on his telephone, and a second later a feminine voice answered.

"Your Majesty."

"Maria, I would like to have a talk with Mr. Satan and make it happen by any means."

"Your will shall be obliged immediately."

"Thank you, Maria."

"My pleasure, Sire."

A few moments passed as the bell rang, then a tired voice spoke. "King Furry."

'Oh! so now he accepts me as his King' mused King Furry. After all, for the past seven years, Satan had been addressing him by his name, as if they were classmates. But, despite the respect shown by Hercule, which itself was a first, he only replied in a firm voice.

"Mark Hercule Satan."

Who was he?

This was the question interfering with his thoughts nowadays and if one were to look for an answer to this question, he wouldn't have to make a wide search, in fact, the area of his search would be quite limited. Just look at the southern suburbs, and you would get to satisfy your curiosities.

Coming from a poor family, born to a carpenter as a father and an unoccupied mother, he began assisting his father at dawn and dusk while also studying at a local school.

It was at the school when he was asked to participate in the annual athletics meet. Of course having a physique better than his peers, due to working with his father, he won every single of them. Impressed by his skills, coach recommended him to the athletic team at the city where, initially, beginning as a reserve player and staying as such for one year, he got his chance when a player was injured.

They won the match due to his efforts in a relay race. He was celebrated but it wasn't enough.

Ever since he came to the city, he was enthralled by the riches of people. Luxury houses, vintage cars and out of the world lifestyle, all invited him and he wanted them badly but couldn't afford them. Not by a long chance.

Even in those days, Martial arts was the most popular and rewarding activity. It was based on a common notion that higher the risk, the more the reward. People placed their lives on line, though safety measures were available, but anything could happen, it was only necessary that they should be paid enough to equate the risk.

So, when his coach in the city, suggested randomly, that he should try his luck in martial arts, he fervently agreed. The coach, surprised yet captivated by his enthusiasm, had immediately agreed and even stimulated his career by introducing him to a martial arts coach.

During the next year, he continued to train in the intrinsic parts of martial arts. It was during that year, they received that surprising news that a boy, nearly five years younger than him, had become the youngest finalist. But nobody was more surprised than him, as a fucking kid was in the finals. But quickly chalking it up to some early training, he consoled his mind.

Three years later, he won his first intercity martial arts tournament after trying it for two times. He was overjoyed but it was short-lived when he heard of the same kid from before, managing to win the title of mightiest under the heavens.

He had watched and rewatched the entire tournament and it made him bitter that an idiot, to whom WMAT was a type of game, won it despite that, and if it wasn't enough, the bastard got to marry a real fucking princess when he didn't even know the meaning of marriage.

That night, he drank for the first time in his life to drown away the bitterness, the anger - was that anger… yeah, it was, at Son Goku for stealing what should have been his. But nothing was going to come to him, by itself yet he had to achieve a wealthy lifestyle.

So keeping this in mind, he continued to train. Three years later, he had won the 24th WMAT, though nobody, save a few, knew that he won his last match illicitly. Though, he was surprised at that time and even till today, that Son Goku and his friends hadn't come. However, it didn't matter, at all.

The following life was good. He, along with his wife and daughter, moved to a better part of the city. He hadn't even thought that the same reporter who used to write about his matches before, would marry him, and with her, he had a daughter - his sweet pea.

Though, he was happy but wasn't content. He wanted more.

So with this in mind, he had foolishly started to look for Son Goku and his friends, believing that if manage to defeat Goku, he would be hailed as the strongest, as even now, that bastard was more popular than him.

And as luck would have it, he had came across Tao Pai Pai - a legend himself, before Son Goku. Thinking if he could defeat Tao, he would get a gauge of his own power, he attacked Tao.

But was quickly defeated.

With his arm broken and leg twisted at right angle, he was barely able to witness Tao conjuring a bright ball of light which he later learned was termed as KI, only to throw at him, or rather at the rock beside him which quickly turned to dust.

Tao had left soon by quoting 'It would be beneath me to kill a weakling like you'. It was then, he started to seriously despite those fighters with weird energy attacks, not that he wasn't doing it before but it was limited to his circle.

However, after that, he had started calling those fighters, tricksters and their abilities, tricks in spite.

During the year, he was able to recover and it was then he heard of Cell Games. He wasn't sure if he should go, despite people urging him as the world champ. But on assurance of his manager, who was later revealed to be the brother of the finalist defeated by him at WMAT, he had went to the location of Cell Games, believing, what he was made to, that Cell was a freak in costume.

Instead, he was quickly reminded of his place, when Cell easily swatted him away. Later on, he had lived through the most unbelievable event - the battle between the titans. Though, he wasn't able to see them, he surely felt them, he didn't know how, but he did. So, he wouldn't be lying if he stated that he was jealous of them, of their abilities.

Therefore, when Son Goku sacrificed himself, he, despite scared, was a bit gleeful also. Later when his son defeated Cell, he felt a lot of spite towards Son Goku because the man was a thorn in his side through his legacy, even after dying and also the fact that a child was able to accomplish what he couldn't.

However, they all left, surprisingly, without claiming themselves as the reason of Cell's loss. But one's loss, another's gain and he had quickly capitalized from this fact by claiming himself as the winner without realizing the consequences.

The following week was a rush. He barely got time for himself much less Videl and his wife. After reaching his home, he was greeted by horde of people, eager to get a glimpse of their saviour, politicians, sports personalities, Tv celebrities, all came to greet him personally. It was then, the mayor of Satan City had asked him for a suitable gift as they couldn't decide anything worthy for him.

His answer was his current mansion. There wasn't even a need to think about it as it was his dream. Though he surely dreaded about his decision of taking credit for defeating cell for the next week thinking if those people came back for revenge, but when they didn't, he happily embraced the status brought by his fame and popularity.

From then, every decision he made was a stepping stone towards the world that he established and was the king of, today. Establishing his dojos all around the globe, his chain of stores selling fitness and health products, major stakes in world-renowned companies except Capsule Corporation where that women denied him.

And, he had foolishly decided to bad mouth her company and a lot of people, if not all, would have surely followed him affecting the economy of her corporation, but before some how Bulma had got the wind of the situation and threatened him that she would reveal the truth to the world, he didn't know how but he didn't want to test his so far good luck.

He also tried his luck in the government and the result was that all the mayors in the world sans west city, were the candidates he supported.

Only minor setback, and by that time it was only minor, was the leaving of his wife. With fame and money he received, his affairs with other women had increased. Earlier, they were very few so there were no chances of their discovery. But after Cell games, it was difficult to hide them when most of the women he was seeing, were adamant, quite pleasingly too, for taking them to his mansion.

The result was his wife finding about them and thus leaving him. Though, she understood that he would be able to look after Videl better than her, not that he would have let go Videl, she was his most precious treasure, after all.

Nonetheless, Ignoring these few events, everything was good for him, having most of the world in his hands sans King Furry and Bulma's reigns.

All of this would change now.

When the news about an accident with King's plane reached him, he was ecstatic. After all, it would make things smoother for him. Bu the King was saved by a, what the world was calling him, gold fighter, he was shocked, livid and then afraid when questions started popping about his claims. He couldn't allow it, not after everything that he had done to reach this far.

Therefore, giving an excuse and prolonging his tour, he started working his mind overdrive. Luckily, he was able to come with an explanation, a basic yet good one. He decided, he would say that of course he knew about KI but didn't make it public because it was dangerous and the Cell Games surely proved that. Therefore, for the safety of people from such risky stuff, he had to label KI as a trick.

It also provided insurance to him because it would portray him as a sort of martyr as by labeling KI users as tricksters, he was condemning himself as well. He was sure the people, gullible as they were, would blindly follow him. However, all his plans were ruined when another of those fighters saved that damned Bulma and Joe from the fucking volcano and in this case, he couldn't claim himself as an equal to those people because it was already known that he wasn't fire proof due to an event that happened a few months ago, where he received third degree burns and even lost the hair on chest. This event was telecasted throughout the world.

So now everything he achieved, was on the verge of collapsing and he couldn't do a single thing about it.

But before he could delve deeper into his thoughts, he was interrupted by a phone call and upon checking it, his heartbeat quickened. It was the King of the world's call and he had to decide quickly, whether to pick it up or not but decided not to. However, barely a couple of seconds have passed, when his phone beeped indicating a text message.

It was from the Royal Palace and reading it, his visage paled as the message stated that if he didn't pick the next and the only call, the Royal Troops themselves would come to get him and they knew where he was. They were Military after all. So, he didn't even think before he picked the next call and replied in a subdued manner.

"King Furry." He knew what Furry might be thinking of the way he addressed him this time as for years in the past, he was calling him, simply Furry. So, when his greeting was answered in a firm tone, he cringed visibly.

"Mark Hercule Satan."

Quickly, swallowing the trepidation he felt on hearing the barely concealed heat in the tone, he replied, while trying to maintain his image as best as he could. "Y-yeah, how could I help you?"

The reply was instantaneous and without any warmth. "You will come to my palace tomorrow. Failure to comply will result in severe consequences, sooner than you have anticipated."

Hercule managed to reply, shakily, "S-sure King F-Fury."

The phone was disconnected and so was his energy in his legs and he quickly fell on his knees and hands.

Everything from money to property, fame to status, girls… every single fucking thing would be gone, King's last words definitely confirmed that.

He was hyperventilating by this time.

CCN - Capsule Corporation Navigation

SSA - Samrao Space Agency, named after a national scientist.

LC - Lava Core, simply

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