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“I’m sorry, you wanna what now?”
Videl frowned, slamming her locker loudly as she turned to Gohan, “I told you, we’re heading to Bulma’s after school today.”
Gohan opened his mouth as if to say something. Then closed it, waiting only a second before he opened it a second time. Pausing, and then shut it again. Videl leaned against her locker, eyebrow raised as she waited for him to relearn how to speak. Eventually, he landed on a word.
“Why?”
“Because I need to pick up something.”
She ducked under his arm, reaching behind only to take hold of his hand so she could drag him to their last class of the day. If she had to deal with his annoying questions, they could at least do it on the way to Chemistry so she wouldn’t be late.
“You know that’s not a real answer,” Gohan said, his voice lowered as he intertwined their fingers together, allowing her to lead him down the crowded hallway. What was just simply a show of a facade came so easy now. “What have you and Bulma been planning?”
Behind my back, Videl can hear beneath his tone. She couldn’t help but smile, secretly loving how much it was bothering him how easily she’s been sneaking into his once very private life.
“What kind of something?” he asked, eyebrow raised.
“Something only Bulma can provide.”
“Your vagueness is making me uneasy.” Gohan sighed, face twisting as they walked through the classroom door. They were early for once. “Why are you being so secretive?”
“Code Chobi.”
“Hey! C’mon, that’s not even close to a fair Chobi call!”
“Ha! That’s hilarious coming from you.” Videl turned around to face him with a smile. He was still pouting and it was making her want to tease him more. “And it’s not a secret.”
“Then what is it then that you can’t tell me?”
Videl squeezed his hand, “A surprise.”
Chemistry was the only class where they didn’t sit anywhere near each other, so Videl turned to take her seat next to Erasa. Next to her, Gohan turned to find his seat in the back of the lab, mumbling under his breath about the unfairness of her Code Chobi.
He was cute when he was frustrated.
“Hey,” she said and when he turned to answer her, she quickly lifted herself on her toes to peck him briskly on the lips. Some of their classmates in the back of the room hooted and hollered, which Videl would find obnoxious if it wasn’t so expected. She even heard some jerk in the back hiss, “Get a room!”
It was light contact, but enough to make Gohan as red as a tomato. Not knowing how else to respond she turned around and sat next to Erasa. Behind her, she heard the scratching of a chair against the linoleum. The class went back to its normal chatting as if nothing had happened.
Looking across, she saw Erasa smiling at her fondly, chin resting in her hand.
“What?!” Videl barked feeling face heat up.
In response, her friend reached out and grabbed her flushed cheek between her thumb and forefinger. “You’re adooooooorable!”
Erasa yelped when Videl made a motion to bite her fingers right when their teacher walked into through the door. Instantly the class fell silent as he began to write the agenda for today’s class on the board. She pulled away, Erasa’s fingers saved as she pulled out her notebook and pencil to begin taking notes.
She felt a stare at the back of her head for the entire class.
After the last bell rang, Videl made her way to the roof of the school where Gohan was already waiting for her. Somewhere along the way, this has become their unspoken meeting place. Most likely due to the fact that they could fly from here without any of the other students or faculty noticing. Although Videl had a suspicion it was a leftover habit from when Gohan was still trying to hide his Great Saiyaman adventures.
Gohan quickly saw her when she entered the doorway, sending her a small smile. The smile she had come to learn meant, ‘Something is bothering me, but because of my years repressing trauma I’m just going to smile instead of actually talking about my feelings.’
“Hey,” he said, voice soft. “You wanna head over-”
“I’m sorry about the kiss!” Videl blurted because in addition to completely lacking any luck with romance she also lost anything resembling social skill. “It wasn’t fair and I was trying to be coy, but it was without your permission and I apologize.”
She couldn’t face him, so she stared down at her shoes like a coward. God, she really messed up now. Just when things were feeling good between them she had to go and pull a stunt like that and…
And then he tapped her on the head.
Like with his fingers.
What the hell?
She looked up at him, confused and frowning. He was smiling now, a real smile that reached his eyes and crinkled at the corners. Videl loved that look, it melted her heart and made her knees feel weak. She wanted to be the cause of that look forever.
“It’s alright,” he said. “I already told you - whatever you want to do, I’ll do. Okay?”
Her posture straightened and her stomach dropped as if she had just gone over the edge of a roller coaster.
Right, they weren’t really dating. He was just playing along with the game she had gotten them into.
It was all fake.
“Yeah,” she said, forcing herself to push through with a smile of her own. “Okay.”
“Cool, now we should really head over to Bulma’s before it gets too late,” he said, lifting off the ground effortlessly. “Although, you could make it up to me by telling me what it is we’re picking up?”
“Ha! And reveal my Code Chobi so soon?” she stuck her tongue at him before blasting next him in the sky, “Fat chance.”
“Worth a shot.” He shrugged, “Wanna race to Capsule Corp?”
“Wow, you must be in a mood to lose today!”
“Funny - okay, ready? Set -” he said before zipping off ahead of her. “GO!”
“SON GOHAN, YOU CHEATER!”
When Videl reached Capsule Corp, the first thing she did was punch Gohan in the arm and the second thing she did was give Bulma a hug.
“It’s not you, Saiyans are competitive to a fault,” Bulma assured, flicking some of her cigarette ash in Gohan’s direction. “Even though I thought you were one of the good ones, Gohan.”
“He’s not, all men are cruel. Especially the aliens.”
“You get used to it. Let me cheer you up,” Bulma linked her arm with Videl’s and led her down the hallway towards her workshop. She waved her free hand as she spoke, drawing in smoke to illustrate her points. “I just finished up the prototype this morning. I think you’re going to love it.”
“Prototype of what?”
“Yeah, a prototype of what?” came an echo and they turned around to see Trunks and Goten turn the corner and run up from the rear. Trunks instantly was at his mother’s side.
“Mom is it -” he paused, eyeing Gohan before looking back at her. “That surprise.”
Bulma shushed him, untangling herself from Videl's arm and ruffling her son's hair as she entered the workshop. Videl felt Goten run to her side, taking hold of her hand to pull her down so he could whisper in her ear.
“Trunks and I peaked - it’s really cool.” he grinned, running off to follow Trunks. Videl smiled, ignoring when Gohan raised a skeptical eyebrow at her. A few moments later, Bulma returned with a small jewelry box in hand.
“Gohan, take a look at your Saiyaman watch,” she said, motioning to his wrist. “It should have just downloaded an update.”
“Seriously?” Gohan shook his wrist from his sleeve and pressed the red button eagerly. In a flash of light, he was instantly dressed in his usual Saiyaman costume, however, the sunglasses and headscarf were replaced with the old orange helmet. “It feels pretty familiar. What was the update?”
The visor on the helmet instantly lit up with a low blue color, startling Goten and Trunks who jumped into the air.
“Initiating vital scans.” The voice of an automated AI chimed cheerily as the visor in front of Gohan’s face lit up with graphics and charts. “Vital scan complete. Good afternoon, Great Saiyaman. Today’s weather is comfortable 25 degrees Celsius, with a drop later tonight."
“Holy crap, you’re Iron Man!” Trunks exclaimed, floating to inspect Gohan’s helmet with Goten. “You have your own J.A.R.V.I.S.!”
“Close, but its name is APOLLO,” Bulma explained and the boys looked absolutely gobsmacked.
Trunks turned back to the helmet, “What else does it do?!”
“Great Saiyaman, it appears you are exhibiting signs of nearsightedness. Have you considered a trip to the Optometrist?”
“Woah, it’s like if Mom was in your head, but, like, as a robot,” Goten said, giving a nervous knock to the top of the helmet. “And I guess on your head instead of inside it.”
“Yeah, that’s nuts,” Trunk agreed and turned to his mother. “Are you gonna use APOLLO to give all Gohan’s vitals to his Mom so she can see if he’s eating his broccoli and stuff?”
“No, but I could.”
“Wow, I guess it is dangerous to fight crime. I’m glad I’m not a superhero,” Goten said turning to Trunks who nodded in agreement.
“Yeah, what a nark.”
Gohan grumbled something under his breath and adjusted the settings through the visors.
“If APOLLO freaks you out, you can double tap the face of the watch, it’ll change from the helmet to the headwrap,” Bulma laughed before turning to Videl, handing her the jewelry box.
“Here you go,” she said with a wink. “I got the feeling you wouldn’t want anything too fancy, so I kept it as a similar model with a few adjustments based on what we talked about. It’s also using the same communicator tech that you have with the police station from your old watch.”
Videl nodded and opened the box slowly as if she was unearthing a sacred treasure. Bulma wasn’t kidding when she said it wasn’t fancy, as what greeted her was a simple silver watch with three buttons on the outer side of the face. Blowing a puff of smoke out the side of her mouth, Bulma explained the buttons.
“The red one in the middle transforms you. Press once to transform and again to untransform,” she pointed to the top button. “The one up top lets you open a communicator with the other watch and the one on the bottom is an emergency button. It’ll let the other know you’re in trouble and exact location if you’re ever separated.” Bulma paused, taking one last drag before snuffing it out on an ashtray. “I’m not sure how much use it’ll be to you since you can sense each other's energies, but you never know.”
“Wait…” Gohan slowly, lifting up his helmet to look at Videl. “Don’t tell me that-”
“Yes!” Videl grinned, pressing the button and in a flash of light was dressed in her new costume. “SUPRISE!”
The pink cape rolled out behind her, connecting to the turquoise tunic wrapped around her. Underneath was a thin spandex full bodysuit that Bulma had explained was the modeled from the armor that Saiyans used and was same material she used for Vegeta’s gear.
Videl hurried to the mirror to see her helmet and gushed. It was rounder than Gohan's, white with a small heart on the front. Her hair was still short enough to be be covered, but it wasn't too snug to need to avoid a messy bun if she were to ever grow it back out. Tapping the side of the ear covering, her visor lit up brightly.
“Welcome, I am ARTEMIS. Initiating vital scans.” The AI in her helmet chimed, this voice clearly designed to be female. In front of her eyes, Videl saw charts and graphs appear that showed her such things as how high her heart rate was and how many steps she had taken that day. “Vital scan complete. System setup activated. Please announce your civilian name.”
“VIDEL SATAN!” Trunks and Goten screamed in unison, starling Videl who didn’t know they were floating above her.
“Hey!” Videl swatted the boys away with her glove. “Get your own superhero helmet!”
“Boys, stop interfering with the System Setup for Videl’s superhero helmet!” Bulma scolded and both the boys landed at Videl’s feet.
“Sorry,” Goten said, looking up at Videl’s visor. “Got a little excited.”
“Videl Satan confirmed,” said the AI and Videl saw her name pass across the screen. “Please announce alternative identity.”
“Hmm, that’s a good question,” she said, resting her hand on her hip. “I thought of a few but none of them seemed to work.”
“What about Ultra Sayiagirl?” Trunks offered. “Or Super Saiyan Girl?”
“No, It definitely needs to have Great in the title,” she winked. "Gotta have good branding. But Great Super Saiyan Girl is a bit of a mouthful, and I’m not a Super Saiyan.”
“Maybe you don’t want to give away your sex in the name,” Bulma offered with a shrug. “Seems a bit regressive.”
“Good point.”
“What about something easy to remember like Great Saiyaman 2?” Goten offered, pointing in Gohan’s direction. “He’s original and you’re the sequel.”
“Hmmm…that kind of works,” Videl bit her bottom lip as she thought. Then she closed her eyes, took a deep breath and spun, her cape soaring in the air. “Goddess of Peace...I am...Great Saiyaman 2!”
A beat of silence and then a snort. Videl looked to see Trunks snickering behind his hand.
“Yup, that’s perfect,” he grinned. “Just as goofy as what Gohan does.”
“It’s not goofy,” Videl pouted and finally turning to where Gohan was standing, helmet still in his hands. “C’mon Gohan, tell them this is cool”
Gohan was silent as he moved towards her, his steps echoing throughout the lab as his feet were made of iron. When he got to the mirror where she stood, she saw the two of them in the reflection. She with her new outfit and bright pink cape and Gohan staring right at her. Videl’s heart skipped a beat as she recognized the look.
He was pissed.
“You’re not doing this,” he said, voice even. “Give Bulma back the watch.”
“Excuse me?” Videl scoffed. Reading the room, Goten and Trunks sped out, leaving the two of them alone with Bulma who was less impressed by a few harsh words exchanged between people. She was married to Vegeta, after all. “Since when do you tell me what I can or can’t do?”
“Since you decided to make decisions like this without telling me.”
“It was a surprise,” Videl said the word slowly as if hearing it said another way would somehow make more sense to him. “I thought you’d be excited to have a partner in this? Now I can help you without having to follow you from behind or with my jet!”
“You can follow me and get yourself hurt.”
Okay, now she was pissed.
“Hurt doing the same thing I do all the time, but with a helmet on! The same thing you used to follow me out of class to come crash before I found out your identity!” she argued, the heat in her voice as she pointed her index finger into his chest. “What the hell is your problem?!”
“Listen to me,” he said, taking the hand that was poking him into his. “It’s just...different when you have the helmet on.”
Videl was about to throw out more vicious words when their visors began to ring an alarm.
“Emergency! Bank robbery in progress!”
“Saved by the bell,” Videl said, pulling her hand away and turning to the balcony at the end of Bulma’s workshop. “Thank you so much for the suit, Bulma. I appreciate the effort, even if someone doesn’t.”
“Videl, that’s obviously not what I meant.”
“ARTEMIS, put the coordinates of the robbery on my visor,” she sent a look of rage at Gohan over her shoulder, “And input my identity as Great Saiyaman 2.”
“Right away, Great Saiyaman 2.”
Without another word, Videl flew out into the sky, with Gohan close behind calling after her.
As they both flew out the window, Bulma sighed, pulled a cigarette from the pack on her desk and lit it between her lips.
“Teenagers,” she sighed, blowing smoke into the room.
It didn’t take Videl long to find the bank, and it would’ve taken even less time if she wasn’t so distracted by Gohan trying to fly in front of her or stop her. Once they got close to where the robbery was located, he seemed to have given up and had fallen a bit behind to give her some space.
When she landed, Videl looked and saw the familiar face of Police Captain Owen. Turning to the walkie on his shoulder, he mumbled something into it and made his way towards where she stood.
“Who are you?” he demanded, hand hovering over the gun on his hip. “Are you with the perps?”
Videl swallowed hard and cleared her throat. After her fight with Gohan, she didn’t have a chance to prepare her grand hero debut. Also, she too late realized, Captain Owen knew her voice and could probably identify her underneath her disguise if she didn’t play her cards right.
“No, Captain Owen, I am not,” Videl said, deepening her voice in hopes to sound more authoritative and unrecognizable.
“Oh? Then who are you?”
“Well...uh...I’m...uh…”
“They’re Great Saiyaman 2, Captain,” came a voice and Videl looked up to see Gohan - well, in this case, Great Saiyaman - land next to them. Arms crossed and frowning he turned to the bank that was still closed. “And they’re with me. Now, what’s the situation?”
Captain Owen looked between Videl and Gohan, scratching his bald head under his hat, “Well, we have a hostage situation in the bank. Three of ‘em. Turns out the robbers are a duo of the Red Shark Gang and they’re armed to the teeth. We’ve been keeping in touch with them in hopes they can let them go, but no dice.”
“Captain! We got contact again!”
The walkie on his shoulder beeped and Captain Owen nodded and took the megaphone handed to him by another officer. “This is Captain Owen of the Satan City Police department,” he called into the device. “Have you reconsidered your position?”
The front door of the bank opened, and a man in a black ski mask with a gun in his hand poked his head out and yelled, “HELL NO!” before slamming it.
“Well, looks like he can’t be reasoned with,” Videl said, turning to Captain Owen. “Let us handle it, sir.”
Captain Owen nodded and Videl and Gohan jumped to the roof. From there perch, they could still hear the police still trying to negotiate from the ground below.
“Smooth entrance,” Gohan noted as Videl brushed by him, trying to locate the entrance from the roof. “Uh...I’m...uh…would be a great alto-ego if Great Saiyaman 2 doesn’t work out.”
“Shut up,” she hissed, pulling the door open from the roof only to find it to be locked. “If you’re going to be hovering over me, at least make yourself useful and open this.”
With less than a tug, the door was freed from its lock.
“Lucky for us, all the alarms were killed by the crooks. Which reminds me,” Gohan noted, turning to Videl. “What’s your plan here?”
“I was...well,” Videl blushed turning away, quickly realizing that with all her gusto, along with not preparing an introduction, she also had no plan. Gohan sighed, leaning back so his hand was on his hip. She could feel his judgment through his visor. “Shut up!”
“I didn’t even say anything this time.”
Videl crouched into the doorway, tapping the outside of her helmet. “ARTEMIS, scan the layout of the bank and locate all life inside.”
“Yes, Great Saiyaman 2, processing now.” Videl saw a scan of the bank appear before her eyes. It was a single floor, with both gunmen by the windows and all three hostages located behind the teller desk. “I have marked that there are two armed suspects in the vicinity.”
“Great just like the Captain said, which means whatever guns those are probably customized to carry a lot more heat than a revolver.” Videl bit her lip as she looked at the layout. “Looks like we have a break and this hallway leads right to the teller desk. So, if one of us distracts the gunman, the other can save the hostages.”
She turned to Gohan, holding her fist out with a smile, “Wanna janken for who gets the bad guys?” He shoved past her.
“No, I’ll get them,” he said over his shoulder, his visor lightening up with the floor scan. “You wanna do this so bad, it’s your show.”
Videl huffed as he made his way down the steps. She floated above the ceiling, out of sight of the gunmen and the hostages. After a few moments, her visor lit up with a countdown of the hostages Gohan had saved - currently, all three were still in danger. She had to work fast to give him enough time to get them all out.
“Hey, creep shows!” she called, gaining both men’s attention. One was a skinny bald guy with a bandana around his face, and the second was the same masked man who yelled from the door. Instantly she had two rifles pointed directly at her. “Wow, do you solve all problems the same way?”
“Depends on who’s askin’?” the masked man snarled. “What’re ya, Great Saiyaman’s sister?”
“Or girlfriend?” slithered the other man, pointing at her chest with his gun with a smirk. “We can tell you’re a cutie from how your outfit hugs your delicious curves, baby.”
Videl felt her temper boil, but the blinking in her visor that Gohan was in the midst of saving the first hostage grounded her. She needed to give him time. Huffing out her chest, she positioned her hands on her hips in a wide stance.
“Aha! No, both of those are wrong!” she bellowed, suppressing her embarrassment as she spun around. “I am...the goddess of peace….”
“Ahuh….” the gunmen nodded as she jumped into the air.
“The warrior for the weary…” her visor beeped. One hostage was freed, now Gohan was working on the second.
“Yeah.”
She broke into a backflip-back-handspring, “The hope for the hopeless…”
Both men crocked an eyebrow, watching her land. Her visor beeped again, and Gohan was taking the last hostage.
“The savior of Satan City…”
As she landed, her visor flashed green - Gohan had gotten all the hostages to safety. She grinned widely, landing on a warrior pose. “I am Great Saiyaman 2!”
She heard applause and at first thought it was the gunmen, which would’ve been weird (but not unappreciated.) Looking up, she saw it was Gohan who landed next to her.
“With the original,” he struck a similar warrior pose. “Great Saiyaman!”
This was so nerdy and stupid. Her heart could’ve burst.
If a year ago Videl told herself that she would be dressed up in spandex and cape to beat up members of the Red Shark Gang, she would’ve passed out laughing. Now here she was.
Love really did make you do crazy things.
“Now are you going to go quietly or are we going to have to take you down ourselves?” Videl asked, standing tall.
The masked gunman lifted his rifle, “HELL NO!”
Bullets sprayed the room, and lucky Videl dashed out of the way quick enough to dodge them. Jumping behind a turned over table, her visor flashed possible escape routes around the swarm of bullets. None of which looked likely until the shooter was unarmed.
“Yous better give up now if you want these hostages to survive!”
“Oh yeah?” Gohan asked, taking hold of his gun with his index and middle finger. “You may want to look again, chump.”
“Boss!” came the hiss of the gunman as he looked over the teller desk. “They hostages! They gone!”
“Shit!” the masked man yelled, desperately trying to press the trigger. His fat hands stumbled with the butt of the gun, giving Gohan enough time to pull it from him, twisting it into a pretzel before smashing him in the face with it.
“Great Saiyaman 2!”
“Got it!”
Videl jumped from the table, roundhouse kicking the bandana-wearing criminal into the wall. He was knocked out cold before he hit the ground. When her visor flashed green, she turned to Gohan to shoot him a thumbs up.
“All clear!”
“T-think again,” came a grumble and Videl turned around to see the masked man leaning against a chair, pulling a handgun from his jacket. “Say goodbye, bitch.”
Gohan was instantly behind him, sending a punch to the gun that knocked him out, but after he pressed the trigger. Videl tried to dodge, but in the dark messy room, she felt the hot lead of the bullet graze her shoulder and crashed into the wall. Her ears rang from the shot and the light from her visor flashed before her eyes.
“VID-”
“NO!” Videl shouted, refusing to be unmasked on her first day. She pressed a hand over her shoulder and felt the blood warm her glove. “DON’T!”
Gohan froze and looked at her. She could tell by the way his visor was lit that he was scanning her vitals. ARTEMIS did the same on her own visor. After a few moments, it confirmed what she already knew - that the bullet had grazed her, but it was simply a deep cut.
“See, it’s nothing,” she said, removing her now bloodstained glove to grab both unconscious men by the collar. “Now let’s bring these men to Captain Owen.”
After bringing both men into custody, Videl saw the flashing lights of local news reporters rushing to the caution tape. Not wanting her first debut to be her looking bloodied and ragged, Videl jumped into the sky, giving a fond farewell to those still on the ground.
In the air, she couldn’t help but let out a nervous laugh as she spun through the dusky clouds.
“That was amazing! It was so exhilarating to help the police and the suits Bulma designed are out of this world!” she gushed, spinning. “ARTEMIS is such a smart AI and it’s so helpful that it can scan the room and-OOMPH!”
She flew face-first into Gohan’s chest. Looking up, she saw his cold stare from underneath his helmet. “Gohan? What are you-”
He wrapped an arm around her, pinning her in place as he double-tapped the face of his watch. Instantly his helmet vanished and was replaced with the headwrap and sunglasses he had worn at the World Tournament. In a swift motion, he pulled the wrap from his head and spun it around Videl’s still bleeding arm, creating a makeshift bandage.
“Oh...thanks,” she said, trying to hide her blush. “It wasn’t that serious, though.”
“No, it was,” Gohan replied, and with ease reached to grab hold of her wrist to quickly press the red button on her watch. A blast of light surrounded them and quickly Videl was back in the jeans and long-sleeves she wore to school that day.
“Wait! What the hell are you doing?” Videl demanded when Gohan unhooked her watch and pulled it from her wrist. “Give that back!”
He flew back quickly as she broke from his hold and lunged for the watch, dodging her easily. Quickly growing frustrated, Videl attempted to throw a kick but got nothing but air. She glared at him from beneath her bangs, doing her best to hold back tears.
She reached her hands out towards him, her palms glowing yellow as the ki-blast formed. He remained motionless, both of them knowing her small blast of ki would do nothing more than char his clothing. Releasing it with a sob, it flew up and completely missed him before she threw an exhausted punch that he caught one-handed.
“Why?” Videl demanded, pushing against his hold in an effort she knew was futile to get her watch back. She'd always prided herself on being an unstoppable force, but he was an immovable object. “Why won’t you let me be apart of this?”
Gohan let her go and pressed his own red button to relinquish his mask. Videl took another swing at him and he caught her other hand and intertwined both their fingers. Her cheeks flushed with exertion, embarrassment, and something else. They floated in midair that way, hand-in-hand in heavy silence.
“When you aren’t wearing a mask, they’re too scared to shoot you. You’re the daughter of their savior, even those with the darkest of hearts have a hard time pulling the trigger on you,” Gohan finally said. He looked down at her with such a soft expression that if Videl didn’t know better, she would think he was doing it on purpose. But he wasn’t. This was just how Gohan was - earnest, careful, gentle.
“When you put on this helmet and give yourself an alternate identity, you lose that. Now, you’re a no-named, no-faced, nobody who they have no problem shooting. Bullet bounce off me, but not you.” He placed a hand on her newly bandaged arm. “Because I can’t see you get hurt….not again.”
A moment passed between them before Videl sighed, “So...you’re seriously doing this to me again?”
Now it was Gohan’s turn to look shocked, but she pushed through.
“If you haven’t noticed, I was chasing these bad guys way before you came on the scene. And yeah, they still shot at me, even if they knew whose daughter I was. Hell, sometimes they shot more because of it.” She ripped her hand away from his, reeling back. “I thought we were getting somewhere, Gohan. Like you were finally opening up to me and we were getting closer.”
“That’s not what I mean-”
“Then what do you mean?” she shouted, this time not fighting back the tears. “The Code Chobis, the fake dating, the suit - you know what this is, right? You can’t be that stupid! You have to see what I’ve been giving you all this time, don’t you?”
She waited, but he was still silent. The tears broke, but she turned away, refusing to show him her insecurity. Her pain.
“Right, of course, you obviously do,” she sighed. “I guess, you just...don't want me as a partner...in any sense.”
“Videl, wait!” he shouted, but she had already powered up and flown off. Through the clouds and the sky which she loved so much.
Almost as much as she loved the boy who taught her how to soar.