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“Abso-fucking-lutely not.”
Videl’s eyes were like ice when her gaze finally met Gohan’s. He was flushing.
“It’s all the rage, Videl, Bulma said so!”
Videl gestured to the skimpy leotard, thigh-high boot combo that was now her Great Saiyawoman outfit.
“What was wrong with the gi? With the cape? With the helmet!? This one doesn’t even hide my face!”
Gohan’s eyes flicked to her face, then settled on her cleavage.
“T-to be honest, Videl, I don’t think anyone’s going to be looking at your face.”
“Get her to change it back!” she snarled.
“Yes, ma’am,” Gohan said and scuttled away.