This is my second fic. I got the idea while practicing the piano, and so sorry if it makes no sense. Basically, it is about Videl looking at her life, and how she has to pretend to be someone else because of all the reporters. She wants to be herself, but her dad won't let her. Instead, he is overprotective of her, and yet, he doesn't always seem to care. He is always to busy focusing on himself to notice.
This is a song fic, and I might make it into a story later, but I'll have to wait and see how I end this (yeah, even I don't know):
Disclaimer: I don't own dbz, and "Reflection" belongs to Disney, so don't sue.
Look at me, you may think you see who I really am, but you'll never know me.
Videl was looking out her window. There were still some reporters out there, talking to her dad. Sure, her dad had saved the world, but why must she suffer? The reporters would interview her every other day, asking the same questions. But, none of them really knew who she was. She was just acting when they were around, but on the inside, she wished they would all burn in a huge fireball.
Every day, it's as if I play a part.
She never got a day to rest. If she were to get into trouble, it would be all over the news. She had to pretend to be good, even though sometimes she just felt like doing the opposite of what the authority says, just like any other teenager.
Now I see, if I wear a mask, I can fool the world, but I cannot fool my heart.
While thinking, it struck her: she had been wearing a mask the entire time. She wanted to get rid of that mask, and show everyone what she really is like, but she knew that it would be disastrous to her father's reputation.
While she was thinking, her dad came into the room, totally forgetting about her request to knock first. He told her that he was throwing another huge party, and she had to dress up. He handed her a pink poofy dress (AN: I couldn't help it.) and told her that the makeup stylists would be there soon. Also, he said that she could invite anyone that she wanted to. She decided to call her only three friends: Gohan, Erasa, and Sharpener. They say they would come.
The stylist took an hour to do her makeup, and when she was done, Videl looked in the mirror, and was about to scream. She had too much blush on, and way too much eye shadow. There was also mascara and foundation and eyeliner! She felt like those queens that had a quarter inch of makeup on, and she had always hated makeup.
Who is that girl I see, staring straight back at me? When will my reflection show who I am inside?
She couldn't believe it, but she had no choice. The makeup was on, and she was going to be late for the party.
I am now in a world where I have to hide my heart, and what I believe in.
She got down there, only to be asked a million questions by the reporters. She wanted to tell them to go away and leave her alone, but her dad wouldn't let her. The bad part was, whenever she was asked about her opinion on the Cell Games, her dad world always divert the subject to his fame. It was almost as if he didn't want her to talk about the Cell Games. She tried to say that she had her doubts as to the strengths of Hercule and Cell, but she wasn't allowed to say that. You see, she had seen the tapes of her dad fighting Cell, and she had reason to believe that even he wasn't strong enough to beat Cell. The problem was that her dad had caught her watching them, and he took them away from her, saying that they were too violent for her to see.
But some how, I will show the world what's inside my heart, and be loved for who I am.
Yet another problem with being the daughter of the man-who-defeated-Cell was that people would treat her different. Many of her "friends" were really just trying to get close to Hercule and say that they are her best friend. They always seem to convince him, and so now he actually thinks that she has a lot of friends, even though at school, she prefers to be a social outcast.
Who is that girl I see staring straight back at me? Why is my reflection someone I don't know?
Videl looked at a close by mirror, and she no longer saw herself: she saw a wannabe. She looked around the room, and she finally saw her friends. She walked over and said hi, but they didn't recognize her because of all the makeup and the dress. After a while, though, they did see her, and they said hi. She thought back to the reflection that she had seen, and she added it with the responses of her friends. What she got when she put two and two together was not good: She no longer could recognize herself!
Must I pretend that I'm someone else for all time? When will my reflection show who I am inside?
She didn't want to have to be this new person, even if it was for only a night. It might turn out that her dad wants her to dress like that every day. Also, she hated being told what to do or say. The entire night, her dad had been dictating her every move, whether it be to go get the maid, or to get him another drink, or to stop talking, because little girls should be seen and not heard. That phrase was enough to make her blood boil, if it hadn't started already because of her father's actions. She was sure that he was already drunk, and he just kept drinking. He never was up to the job of being a father, between all of the business trips and the reporters.
(Inside) there is a heart that must be free to fly, that burns with a need to know the reason why.
She knew that she had to be able to be herself, but she also knew that her dad wouldn't like it. Why did her life have to be so difficult? Most kids were embarrassed to have their parents brag about them, but her dad was so busy bragging about himself to brag about her. He was such an attention-hog!
Also, she couldn't make her own decisions. She had to just do whatever her dad said, and where's the individuality in that? She couldn't understand why her dad acted the way that he did. Even if he was to stop bragging, he would be treated the same, so why does he have to act like that? Videl just wanted a friend to talk to.
She looked at her friends, and she saw that they were just standing there. She asked what was wrong, and they said that they didn't like to party. All that was going on was her dad was getting up on the stage, so drunk that he probably couldn't even see the audience, and he was going to give an announcement.
Why must we all conceal what we think, how we feel? Must there be a secret me I'm supposed to hide?
The announcement was that he was going to have a contest: the winner would be able to stay at the Satan mansion for a month. The contest was a drawing. It would be spread across the world, and the one lucky winner also would become Videl's "side-kick" for fighting crime in Satan City. Videl immediately wanted to yell at her dad, but the second she opened her mouth to protest; Hercule looked at her and said, "Now, Videl, you know that you could use some help. I don't like the idea that you are always out there fighting crime by yourself. You need a big, strong man to help you."
Videl was about to rip her dad's head off, if she got the chance. Instead, Gohan put his hand on her shoulder and told her softly that she shouldn't hurt her dad, no matter what he does.I won't pretend that I'm someone else for all time.
Videl came to the realization that attacking her dad wouldn't be a great idea, but she still couldn't believe that some muscle-bound boy would come to sty at her house, and try to become her side-kick. She also came to the realization exactly how un-her she had been acting around the reporters. She decided that once she moved out of the Satan mansion, she would get rid of every reporter that she'll ever meet.
When will my reflection show who I am inside? When will my reflection show, who I am inside?
She didn't know when, and she didn't know how, but she did know that someday, when she looks in the mirror, she won't see the daughter of Hercule, but she will see herself, staring straight back at her.
So, how was it? Please review! I will more than likely add onto this, but the rest of the story will be a more common theme. Anyway, if you give me some ideas for the rest of the story, I'll dedicate that part of the story to you! See ya!