(Elsewhere)
Just several blocks away, on the edge of a residential district, the sounds of screams and gunfire filled the air as one of the many branches of the town's main bank system, Satan City Trust, was shaken down by the most vicious of crooks. Decked out in heavy artillery with woolen masks pulled over their faces, concealing their identities, a group of highly organized robbers stormed the counter area and began herding customers and staff into the corners of the structure.
The security guard stationed by the front door had been effortlessly dispatched at the outset of the raid, having his gun shot out of his hand and leaving him nursing the bullet wound on the carpet. This allowed the group of half a dozen thieves to pour over the front desk and force the agents stationed behind the tills to start emptying out all the cash from the various safes and registers. With the majority of the building's patrons lying on the floor and the doorway blocked off by two armed assailants brandishing Uzi sub-machineguns, barring anyone else from entry, it was easy pickings for the squad.
Heck, they didn't even care whether or not the silent alarm had been tripped. With the weaponry that they had, it would take a fully armed unit from the station to bring them down, and they doubted the Satan City police would respond in such force so readily.
They had the element of both time and surprise on their side as they made quick work of loading up the goods.
"That's right! Everybody stay down!" the head of the group, a man sporting a goatee, mustache and a tactical vest, shouted while pointing his assault rifle at the terrified staff members. Malicious grin framing his face, he then turned his attention to his cronies, who were now forcing the poor bank tellers to fill up the last of the bags. "Hey! How are we doin' over there?"
"We're just about done, chief! Just one more bag!" the man with the Glock, blue sweater and chiseled jaw shouted back, smirking as he watched the terrified woman with the orange hair finish stuffing away the rest of the cash. "Alright! That's it! We're good here!"
"Excellent!" the leader chuckled, cocking his gun and swiveling about. As soon as his boys cleared his line of sight, the man had a clean shot of the wall behind the counter. "And just so you people don't get any ideas…" He then proceeded to empty his entire magazine on the building, forcing the staff to drop down as the paper thin walls behind them were shredded by the MP5. The civilians cried out as chips of plaster and wood rained down on top of them.
As soon as he'd written his name on the bank's back wall, the cocky leader removed the magazine and shoved in a new one.
"Thank you for your cooperation!" the man spoke, earning a round of chortles from the rest of his fellow crooks. When the sound of fast-approaching police sirens echoed in from outside, the leader then gestured his comrades towards the glass doors. "Come on, boys! Let's blow this joint!" They then started for the exit…
But just as they were a few paces out, the group suddenly saw a figure teleport into view, giving them quite a start and stopping them in their tracks. Taking a few steps back, the gang of gun touting thugs then recoiled in shock when they recognized the raven haired, over-sized shirt wearing form of the city's top crime fighter, Videl Satan, standing in their way.
Hands placed firmly on her slender hips and her short yet imposing form positioned directly in the center of the open doors, the gutsy teenager used the opportunity to count the number of bandits in front of her before a smirk appeared on her face.
"Let me guess; making a long-term withdrawal?"
Freaking out at the sight of the girl, the pistol wielder in the sweater turned to his companions, "Shit, boss! It's Mr. Satan's daughter!"
"What?! That's her?!" another man wielding an AK-47 choked out in disbelief, "The crime buster Videl?"
"I-If she's here… then that means the Gold Fighter can't be too far behind!" the brute closest to the entrance stammered.
Initially stunned and caught completely off guard, the boss then spat and cocked his weapon, pointing it squarely at the girl's head. The instant his sights were locked, fear gripped the already petrified bystanders and prompted them to take cover. "Fuck her and that blonde haired freak! Just shoot the bitch!" His shout startling his men from their reverie, the leader then wasted no time in opening fire on the girl.
The instant he began to shoot, every other robber in the room started unloading on the tomboy, the room becoming filled with the deafening chorus of machinegun fire and screams of terror. At first blush it looked as though Satan City's most beloved daughter was Swiss cheese.
But as the gunfire continued on for a grand total of fifteen seconds, the determined smirks of the bank robbers slowly faded into pale expressions of horror when they saw every single bullet they fired bounce off of their target like they were pellets. When the barrage ended moments later and their guns clicked to empty, the group of thugs then saw whatever bullets had ended up crushed against the girl's skin tumble off of her and to the ground, leaving her standing there with a fair bit of holes in her shirt and a smirk on her face.
Readjusting her ruined top, Videl then threw her bewildered attackers a grin. "Yeah… you may want to give up now."
When the men all took a step back, with one smart guy thinking it was a good idea to reload his weapon, the tomboy decided right then and there that she'd given them all the warning they needed.
Clocking speeds no ordinary human could keep up with, the raven haired girl darted for the closest men and began knocking them out one after the other with single, concussive blows. After dispatching the first three on one side of the room with a quick series of punches, she then spun around and thrust her hand towards the two on the other side. Just as they were realizing their target had disappeared, the pair of gunmen was struck down by a gust of wind, which knocked them off their feet and straight through the wall behind them, where they were promptly deposited in the alleyway directly beside the dumpster.
After knocking them out, Videl then turned her attention to the last guy; the boss. The instant she did, she saw the terrified man jump the front counter and, grabbing the nearest employee, got behind her and pushed his pistol into the poor woman's temple.
As the orange haired woman whimpered in fear, the manic robber shouted at the crime fighter. "Back off or I'll kill her! Believe me! I'll do it!"
Just when it seemed like the man had Videl in checkmate, the raven haired girl's eyes suddenly widened. A split second later, an invisible force smacked the gun out of the robber's hand, causing a loud crack to ring out followed by a cry of pain. The leader then gripped his broken wrist, allowing his hostage to drop out of his grip and run. The moment the mastermind of the assault looked up to find out what the hell had happened, all he saw was a fist followed by blackness.
A split second later his body hit the carpet like a sack of potatoes, which gave the bored looking Videl the cue to lower her arm.
When the staff members began moving from their hiding places to get a better look at the girl's handiwork, the raven haired teen smirked down at the out cold killer.
"I believe you."
It was a clean win, for sure. But just as the shaken victims of the bank robbery were beginning to relax, a screeching of tires pulling up outside drew their attention towards the glass doors. When she spun around, Videl spotted a large blue pickup parked outside, with a seventh man driving it and an eighth man at the helm of a Vulcan gun mounted on the back.
The six-barreled Gatling gun that was normally used in military aircraft was pointed at the building by the excited looking gunner, who pulled back on the massive cocking lever and braced against the handles. The sight of the massive weapon had everyone in the room take a full step back in horror, while Videl, expression hardening, dropped into a stance and prepared to attack.
"Eat lead, you bitch!" the man on the back of the truck shouted, pulling hard on the trigger. A loud whirring sound echoed out at the beginning of what was to be a glorious turkey shoot…
But just as the gun barrels started to rotate, they suddenly grounded to a stop when a hand appeared out of nowhere and grabbed it, preventing it from turning. The result was the gun's mechanisms snapping and cracking loudly as the insides exploded, startling the shooter who then looked to see who had grabbed it.
He got the most spine-chilling shock of his life when he saw the blonde, spiky haired form of the city's second most recognized crime buster, the Gold Fighter, glaring right back at him from two feet away.
Standing on the back of the pickup, dressed in black pants and a maroon vest, the latter of which showed off his muscular chest and arms, there was no doubt the teen looked the part of a very frightening and intimidating badass.
When he saw the gunner balk, Gohan smirked, "Careful. You can really hurt somebody with this."
Freaking out, the man quickly dove for the vehicle's open sunroof and dropped into the seat, scaring his coworker.
"DRIVE! DRIVE! DRIVE!" the gunner shouted.
Not even needing to ask why, the bandit behind the wheel floored it and pitched his vehicle into overdrive. From the screeching of tires against the tarmac and the smoke rising into the air as a result, any onlookers would think the robbers had gotten away and were now making good tracks downtown. But as it turns out, while the tires continued to tear away at the road's hard surface, the vehicle wasn't budging an inch.
This was because Gohan had speedily teleported behind the car and was now holding it by its rear bumper, a cheerful smile on his face as he watched the wheels of the truck wear out. Humming a cheerful tune while the desperate men attempted to figure out why they weren't moving, the blonde Saiyan then decided that they'd had enough fun for one day and moved to restrain them.
Effortlessly lifting the getaway vehicle into the air with one hand, startling the poor robbers, he then shook it like a person would a can of soda, allowing the contents of the truck to bounce around for a few good seconds before he set it back to the floor. By the time the car was back on the tarmac, all of the occupants in the seats were out cold and drooling; the act of shaking them so violently having knocked them out.
Hands on his hips, the boy nodded in acknowledgement of his victory before then turning to the entrance to the bank, where he saw Videl standing there with a couple of the bandits slung over her shoulders.
When her eyes met his, the girl beamed happily, "Thanks for the assist… Gold Fighter." She allowed the young male's title to roll off of her tongue in a mischievous tone of voice, earning a wide grin from the transformed Saiyan.
"Anytime, Miss Satan." Bowing graciously, he then gave her an inquisitive stare, "Need a hand rounding them up?"
"No thanks. I got this," the tomboy replied, grinning at the young man before nodding in his direction. "You've got other things to worry about, remember?"
"Oh. Right. First day. I have a meeting with the principal," Gohan hissed, quickly slapping the side of his head for his sudden memory lapse. He then waved to his girlfriend. "I'll see you in class, yeah?"
"Yeah," Videl exclaimed, nodding back to the boy in acknowledgement. "Good luck."
With one final salute, the Super Saiyan then vanished in a blur of movement, shocking all of the civilians scattered throughout the area. When the police units finally showed up seconds later, pulling up alongside the bank, the people that'd been watching safely from a distance started to move in, prompting a couple of the officers to close off the area and keep everybody back.
During which time Videl continued to stare off in the direction her boyfriend had disappeared in. Knowing he'd just popped around the corner to collect his stuff, the raven haired girl smiled to herself as her eyes sparkled with delight. Though she was thrilled at having downed an entire crew of armed bandits without the slightest bit of effort whatsoever, she was even more pleased to know that the boy she'd known for seven years was finally going to be attending the same school as her.
Even as the officers who arrived on the scene approached her and began thanking her for her hard work, all Videl could think about as she addressed the men was what the day was going to be like with Gohan in her class.
"I hope you're ready, Gohan… because today is going to be amazing," the crime fighter thought with excitement burning in her gaze.
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