Chapter 1: Mondays

Videl was annoyed, partially because it was early and partially because the weekend had come and gone in the blink of an eye. Mondays were widely considered to be the worst day of the week, and for good reason, Mondays always seemed to come quickly and unexpectedly.

She raised her coffee to her lips, breathing in the heavenly aroma before taking a sip. Her coworkers could be as critical as they wanted of her possible caffeine addition. She needed to drink the stuff to even have a slight chance of making it through any given day.

'Especially Mondays.' Videl thought grumpily to herself before slumping back in her desk chair lazily. She reached a hand up to rub her temples.

Twenty-four year old Videl Satan had no personal relationship to call her own. No husband, no fiancé or even boyfriend in her life. She didn't let herself connect to anyone in a more than friendly way because of who her father was. All of the dates in her life had been more interested in her father. Videl knew that any attempt by anyone to woo her was only an attempt to get at her family's fame and fortune. She decided a long time ago that she didn't want a relationship in her life. She had already come to terms with the fact she was meant to be alone in the love life department.

'Friendships that come in the bubbly blonde forms are another story though…' She mused to herself as she saw her friend approaching her desk.

"Good morning Vee! You don't look so well… stay up late again? Ooo… I bet it was a guy that had you up all night!" The blonde chirped.

Videl scoffed. "Don't get too carried away Erasa, you know I'm not interested in a relationship. Besides, I've told you a million times you can't visit while I'm working. I'm really busy! I'm behind on a lot of paperwork."

Erasa raised an eyebrow. "Paperwork huh? Looks more like you're nursing a hangover."

Videl was about to vehemently deny the accusation but the blonde continued.

"Besides, I'm not here to visit. I'm here on business. I need to file a police report on behalf of the school." Erasa then winked, "but visiting you was certainly a nice bonus."

"You know, sometimes I wonder who is in charge of deciding who gets to be a licensed teacher. It blows my mind that someone like you is shaping the young minds of Satan City's children."

Erasa put the back of her hand to her forehead in mock despair. "Oh Videl, your words are so harsh! My feelings are hurt."

Videl chuckled at her friend's terrible acting. She then composed herself. "So what sort of report are you filing on behalf of the school?"

Erasa put her hand down. "Oh, just some vandalism to the playground." She shook her head slowly. "I swear… kids these days."

"Vandalism? What sort of graffiti did our mysterious artist concoct this time?" Videl inquired, tilting her head in curiosity.

"Oh no no, this time it wasn't graffiti."

"Well that's disappointing. I was looking forward to seeing another creatively designed swear word. What's the vandalism?"

"Well, it's the strangest thing. It looks like… well honestly, it looks like someone melted part of the playground."

"Melted the playground?"

"Yeah, the monkey bars are all droopy, and melty. Like ice cream!"

"You relate everything to food don't you?" Videl joked. "But seriously, melting the playground?! Dumb kids and their pyromaniac habits."

"Yeah, whoever did it certainly wasn't monkeying around!"

Videl leveled a glare at her friend for the cheesy pun. "Well on that note. Let me know what you find out. Sounds like some crazy kid needs to be taught a lesson in justice."

"You can't hurt a kid Videl." Erasa glared back at her.

"Psh, hurt a kid?" Videl put her hands up defensively. "I didn't mean anything like that. I mean some gold old-fashioned time in the slammer."

Erasa rolled her eyes. "Well whatever, I'll be seeing you around Vee!" She turned her back and started to walk away. When she reached the corner of the hallway she added, "Oh by the way! I set you up with a hot date tonight! Don't try to get out of it!"

Before Videl could protest Erasa disappeared around the corner, leaving her to fume to herself. "That girl… I swear…" she muttered to herself, shaking her head. Videl reached into her pocket pulling out a keychain filled with an assortment of keys. She flipped through them one by one until she came to the key she was looking for. Videl inserted it into a locked desk drawer and pulled it open, reaching in to grab her handgun.

"Well… I guess it's time to get to work." Videl stood up, turning to yell over her cubicle. "YAMCHA! It's time to go. Let's get a move on slow poke!"

"Gees! You don't have to yell!" Her partner Yamcha showed up at her desk covering his ears.

"I yell so idiots like you will hear me!" Videl said back to her partner playfully.

"Hey! There's no reason to be like that! Let's just get out of here!"

The pair headed out the station's doors. "Shotgun!" Videl declared loudly as they approached the patrol car.

"Aw man! I always have to drive." Yamcha complained while opening the driver's side door. He climbed into the car and began adjusting the seat and mirrors and then closed the door behind him.

Videl climbed into the passenger side and shut the door "Oh please, cry me a river. I drove last time in case you had forgotten. Besides, aren't real men supposed to love to drive?"

"Real men? What's that supposed to me?" Yamcha glared at his female friend.

"You know what it means." She smirked at him.

Yamcha scoffed and threw the car into reverse. "I'll have you know I have a date tomorrow. Someone in this city appreciates a real man." He carefully backed out and then put the car in drive, pulling forward towards the edge of the parking lot.

"Oh really? You have a date? I didn't know there were people out there attracted to spiky-haired idiots."

"Wow Videl! You sure are harsh this morning. Is it that time of the month for yo-" Yamcha was interrupted by a fist colliding with this arm. He blinked a few times. "I'll take that as a yes." He pulled the car out into the street.

"Yamcha, I will kill you. I won't even be creative about it. I'll just take you outside, shoot you, and then face the consequences."

He laughed in response and then peered at her through the corner of his eyes. "Anyways, you can laugh at me all you want, but you're forgetting the fact that you haven't had a boyfriend in over five years!"

Videl repositioned herself in her seat and rested her head in the palm of her hand, peering out the window and smiling. "Yeah, but the difference between you and I is that I'm single by choice."

Yamcha scoffed again. "Oh please Videl. No one wants to be alone."

"I do. I don't trust anyone."

"You don't even trust me?"

She laughed, "of course I trust you." She turned to face him again. "I'll make you a pact, how about if we're both single by the time we're thirty-five, we'll get married."

Yamcha laughed. "Deal. But I don't think we'll have to worry about that."

"Why? Are you that confident in your date tomorrow?"

"Well of course! But I was also referring to you. There's no way a hot babe like you won't be married by then."

Videl's eyes narrowed. "Call me a babe one more time and I will follow through on my threat to kill you."

"Okay okay! Gees! I didn't mean to offend you. It's just, you're a pretty girl. And you're passionate about what you believe in. I don't know anyone who wouldn't appreciate that."

"Yeah, well, there hasn't been a guy who has gotten to know me that well in a long time."

"That's because you leave halfway through your dinner dates…"

"Yeah, I leave right about the time the start asking about my dad. That's all any guy cares about."

They approached a red light and Yamcha slowed the car to a stop. He turned and gave his friend a big grin. "I totally know the guy for you!"

"Yamcha, I told you. Not until we're thirty-five." Videl winked.

"No no no no! I meant, I know someone. He's the son of an old friend of mine. He was raised in the country, very humble, very handsome. And very, very smart."

"Not in the least bit interested." She said flatly. "Don't try to set me up with any of your hillbilly country friends."

"He's not like that at all! He's your age even."

"Not interested." She repeated.

"Tall with dark hair and dark eyes…"

"YAMCHA! I said I'm not interested! Gees."

The light turned green and Yamcha began to drive again.

"Besides, don't you want to know where we're assigned to patrol today?" Videl said.

Yamcha sighed. "Yeah, I guess. Where are we at today?"


Videl checked her watch and sighed. 'Only 8:45PM… I only made it forty-five minutes of that dreaded date.'

Videl had only made it forty-five minutes because not long into the date he had begun asking about her father. 'What's it like living with the world savior himself? Does he take visitors? Could you get me an autograph?' Videl mocked the man's voice in her head.

Ten years ago, Hercule Satan had risen up to challenge the tyrant Cell. Cell was unlike anyone the world had ever seen. He could fly, bullets and missiles didn't effect him, he was destructive and absorbed people to gain power. No one was sure where he had come from but he looked like an alien of some sorts. He was big, green and had black spots covering the length of his body. As some sort of cruel display of power, he had decided to hold a martial arts tournament before he destroyed the Earth. Her father bravely entered the tournament, being the world martial arts tournament champion it was almost expected of him. There were two other challengers she had seen on television before the broadcast cut out, a young blonde boy who was about her age at the time, and what she assumed was his father, given their similarities in appearance. They both had piecing green eyes that glowed so brightly it didn't seem human. The world had watched as the father bravely fought cell but was defeated. The young boy then stepped up to fight, seemingly angry at his father's defeat. That's when the broadcast had cut out. Videl could only guess what happened from there, but there was no doubt about it that the boy and his father had perished to Cell. Hercule Satan, using his lifetime of martial arts and police training, was able to see through all of Cell's light tricks. He defeated Cell with ease and would be crowned the world's savior. From then on, life hadn't been normal for Videl. She was thrust into the limelight with her father. She was constantly followed by the paparazzi and every date she went on seem to be more interested in her or her father's fame than they were of her.

She reached up to wipe the sweat off her brow. 'I'm going to kill Erasa when I see her next. Better give her a piece of her mind.' Videl stuck her hand in her purse and dug out her iPhone. She scrolled through her contacts until she located her blonde friend. The phone began to ring and Videl put her phone to her ear.

"Well, well, well. Look who it is!" Erasa said as soon as she answered the phone.

"Erasa you are-"

The blonde interrupted her. "Don't you 'Erasa' me! I just got off the phone with Jason. He said you went to the bathroom and never came back!"

"He started talking about-"

"I don't care what he started talking about! That's incredibly rude Vee! After I worked so hard to find him and everything!"

"Worked so hard to find him? Just where did you find this guy?"

"Tsk, tsk Videl. That's not the point! The point is I worked hard to find this guy and you had the nerve to just walk out on him!"

Videl swallowed. "I'm sorry Erasa…" Videl was left confused. Here she was calling Erasa to give her a piece of her mind, but her friend had managed to turn the conversation around on her before it had even begun.

"I'm quite upset. But.."

"But..?" Videl inquired.

"But, you can make it up to me."

"And what did you have in mind?"

"The school."

"The school?"

"Yeah. The school. Today those lousy excuses they call police officers came to assess what happened at the school and left within five minutes! I don't even think they took fingerprints!" Erasa explained irritated. "I know to them it's just a school, but these children are my life! Now they don't have a playground to play on, and I'm not sure if they could be in some sort of danger!"

Videl let out a small chuckle.

"I fail to see what's so funny Videl!" Her friend snapped threateningly through the phone.

"It's just so weird to see how much you've changed since high school. Back then all you cared about was boys and partying. Now you care about your students. It's quite refreshing actually."

"Thanks Videl. So… do you mind checking it out? Maybe do the CSI stuff I see on television all the time."

Videl laughed again. "Sure Erasa. I'll look around. But that "CSI stuff" is more for detectives."

"Well, alright… Let me know what you think. It's definitely unlike any sort of vandalism I've ever seen."

"I'll do my best! Bye Erasa."

"Bye Videl."

Videl hung up the phone and stuck it back in her purse. The school was close by so she decided to go check it out now and get the little errand over with. She was hardly wearing the appropriate garb for this particular errand but for the sake of convenience she would get it done. She started heading towards the school, her high heels making a clicking sound as she walked.

A few blocks later of walking and she arrived at the school and made her way across the grounds towards the playground. The damage to the playground was extensive, and she could make it out before she had even been close. It was in this moment that she got the peculiar feeling of being watched. Videl looked around and saw nothing. 'Huh… must have been my imagination. Too much wine at dinner.' Videl reached into her purse and pulled out her phone, flipping on the flashlight application.

The playground did indeed look melted. It really wasn't like anything she'd ever seen. In fact, it almost seemed impossible for simple mischievous children to pull of. She reached down to touch the metal, tracing her hands down the cool surface. Something had to have burned very, very hot to make the bars look the way they did. A simple fire couldn't have done this.

A sound behind her jolted her from her thoughts and she quickly spun around. Her blue eyes met onyx. She could barely make out any feature of the man before her, except that he was tall, and had dark spiky hair with dark eyes.

"Who are you?" She growled.

The man said nothing in response. In fact, he didn't even flinch at her tone. He just kept staring at her with dark eyes.

Videl shivered. He was definitely giving her the creeps. She reached under her dress to her outer thigh to grab her handgun. Although she was well trained in martial arts and had no reason to be afraid, she wasn't sure if this man could be armed. Besides, she wasn't really in the best clothing for hand-to-hand combat.

Videl was sure she had only looked away for a split second, if that. But when she turned her gaze back to the man he wasn't there. It was as if he had vanished into thin air. She looked around frantically. "This is Videl Satan! With Satan City PD! Come out with your hands up!"

There was no response from anyone or anything, and the only sounds she heard were the sounds of her own breathing and the chirping from crickets.

'Okay… definitely too much wine tonight.' She thought sourly to herself as she returned her gun to her holster. The man that had previously stood before her had seemed entirely real but there was no way he could have vanished like that. Even if the whole encounter had been her imagination, she was officially spooked. 'I need some sleep.' Videl yawned and started the short trek back to her car. 'Typical Monday luck.'


This is my first Fanfiction. I don't have anyone to proofread my writing so I apologize if there are a ton of mistakes. Please review and let me know what you all think! Thanks ahead of time!