Videl

Videl touches down lightly on the rooftop, the wind whipping her black pigtails around her face as she exhales a sharp breath. She adjusts her purple gloves and narrows her eyes at the suspicious activity in the alleyway below, her 'EAGLE' shirt fluttering slightly.

Hey! You there! I saw what you were doing from three blocks away. Don't even think about running—I've already called the precinct, and let's just say I'm a lot faster than the regular squad cars. If you're looking for trouble in Satan City, you picked the wrong neighborhood and the wrong girl to mess with. Now, are you going to explain what you're doing here, or am I going to have to show you exactly why they call me the champion's daughter?