"V-Videl," Videl murmured, craning her neck as she stared blankly at Gohan.
Gohan gaped at the woman below.
He never expected Videl in this timeline to become a cop.
The contrast was jarring.
Same name? Impossible.
Once he knew her name, her face grew more familiar by the second.
Who else could it be but Videl?
The official twin-tails heroine makes her entrance?
Gohan fell silent for a moment, hovering high in the air as he studied Videl without a word, thoughts unknown.
Videl, meanwhile, was stunned that Gohan could actually fly.
How could a human fly?
Before today, if anyone had told her a wingless human could take to the sky, she would have scoffed and laughed.
Yet the truth was right in front of her, shattering her worldview.
'Is this some kind of magic trick?'
Videl still couldn't believe it.
'No, it's called Bukujutsu.'
Gohan circled the rooftop once, then landed again and said:
'Bukujutsu? What's that?' Videl asked, lost.
'A martial art,' Gohan replied.
'Martial art? No way. That's impossible.' Videl shook her head.
She was a martial artist herself, skilled enough to command the first squad of the East Capital Police Bureau.
Her father, Mr. Satan, had once been champion of the World Martial Arts Tournament.
In her mind, she understood martial arts.
And no martial art let you fly.
Gohan chuckled. 'Don't measure the world by what you know. Earth is just a speck in the cosmos. Flying martial arts? It's only one way to use Qi.'
Videl fell silent at his words.
He was right.
The world was vast, filled with wonders beyond explanation.
Take the androids.
For more than a decade they had ravaged Earth—technological horrors she couldn't fathom.
Two tiny machines, yet capable of annihilating cities in seconds.
She'd seen news footage.
The pair could launch energy blasts like rockets, flattening metropolises in an instant—terrifying.
Thinking of them filled her with grief.
Years ago her father, the World Tournament champion, had refused to believe androids could be that powerful.
He insisted it was all smoke and mirrors.
So he set off to teach them a lesson.
The outcome was obvious.
Mr. Satan never returned; the androids reduced him to ash.
'Too tragic…' Seeing her silence, Gohan said, 'All right, get back to work. I'm off.'
'Ah!' His words snapped her back.
'Wait, please!' she called hastily.
'What is it?' Gohan asked, puzzled.
Videl hesitated. 'Can you teach me to fly? I want to learn.'
Remembering how she'd landed her jet, convinced he meant to jump, Gohan nodded. 'Sure. Come to Capsule Corporation in West City this time tomorrow.'
Bukujutsu wasn't some secret art; it cost him nothing.
With that he rose into the air.
'What's your name?' Videl shouted.
'Gohan!' His voice drifted back as he streaked away like a meteor.
So fast.
Videl stared after him, unable to look away.
Today had shattered the worldview she'd held for twenty-one years.
And the man named Gohan had actually agreed to teach her this Bukujutsu.
Joy—pure joy.
She couldn't help but feel excited.
Tomorrow she would touch the sky; her heart raced.
She edged to the rooftop lip and peeked down.
A chill shot through her.
Vertigo hit; her knees buckled.
She stumbled back, pale, returned to her jet, rested a moment, then flew away.
Meanwhile Gohan blazed through the sky, breaking the sound barrier above the clouds.
Moments later he hovered over Mount Paozu and descended.
He pushed open the door of the familiar house, sighed at the unchanged sights, a flicker of sorrow in his eyes.
So familiar.
This house held nearly his entire childhood.
Dad, Mom, Grandpa Ox-King—memories distant yet vivid, as if they'd happened yesterday.
Sometimes he still felt them nearby, never gone.
Indescribable, yet precious.
He sat on the sofa for a long while, then stepped outside.
He climbed another hundred meters up Mount Paozu and stopped before two graves.
They belonged to Chi-Chi and Ox-King.
Gohan flicked a capsule to the ground.
Two bouquets of white chrysanthemums, fruit, and offerings appeared.
He laid them carefully, then sat on the grass.
'Mom, Grandpa, I'm here.'
'I'm doing fine—don't worry.'
'I've destroyed the androids; your deaths are avenged…'
He spoke to the graves for a long time.
Ox-King and Chi-Chi had died while he lay unconscious after losing his arm.
More than a year had passed, so Shenron could not bring them back.
Were they in the Underworld or already reborn?
He planned to visit King Yama and ask.
If there was a way to revive them, he would.
After a while he rose and flew back to Capsule Corporation.
He told Bulma that Trunks wouldn't return for a few days; she merely nodded and returned to her research.
The next day a jet descended and landed at the gates of Capsule Corporation.
Videl hopped out, reduced the plane to a capsule, and looked around.
She had dressed with care.
Her black hair was tied in twin tails, light makeup on her face.
No police uniform—just a fitted white shirt and slim jeans.
The shirt tucked in, showing off her figure and long legs.
White sneakers finished the casual look.
Capsule Corporation's name was known worldwide.
The android catastrophe had cost it dearly; few employees remained.
Yet every survivor still carried capsules.
You could say it had faded, but its impact and contribution were undeniable.
It remained Earth's undisputed top enterprise, a tier of its own.
No one could shake its status.
Videl studied the building, wondering how Gohan was connected.
As she wondered how to find him, Bulma pulled up on a motorcycle at the entrance.
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