Author's Note: So, this is a story for SweetestIrony's Gohan/Videl Week 3.0. Hopefully, I'll be able to write a Gohan/Videl story every day this week. The starter sentence for today was "She burned with anger".

The story was finished on 2/21/10, but I updated it on 8/21/10 to fix a typo in Chapter Four. I also rewrote the epilogue, which was kind of short because I was writing it against a deadline.

She burned with anger as she punched Saiyaman in the chest. "Who are you?" she demanded. "Gohan? Ralph? Sharpner?"

"I don't know any of those people, Miss Videl!" Gohan said, trying his best to sound truthful.

Videl punched harder. "I hate you! Why don't you go away and stop ruining my life?"

"Miss Videl, please! I'm not trying to ruin your life! I just want to make the city a safer place for everyone!"

"Yeah, you and the Gold Fighter! What is this place, some sort of breeding ground for wannabe superheroes?"

"I don't know anything about the Gold Fighter! Honest!" Gohan squealed.

Videl stopped punching. That was, without a doubt, the most obvious lie she had ever heard. "Aha!" she said. "So you do know something about the Gold Fighter! Who is he?"

"What? No! I said I don't know anything about him! Why would you even think something like that?"

"Let me see. Two people, both of whom can fly, move into town during the exact same week, and both of them start fighting crime. I think that's more than just a coincidence, don't you?"

"Eek!"

"Spill the beans! How do you know the Gold Fighter? Are you related to him? Or...are you the Gold Fighter?"

"Augh!" Gohan shouted. Videl grinned in triumph.

This is terrible! She's finally figured out my secret identity as Saiyaman! Well, sort of! I think! Okay, not really. But it's still bad...right?

"You are the Gold Fighter! Admit it!"

Wait...maybe this isn't bad! Gohan realized. If she thinks Saiyaman is really the Gold Fighter, then she might stop bothering me about my secret identity! It's worth a shot!

Gohan quickly powered up to Super Saiyan.

"You're right, Videl," he said, taking off his helmet. "I am the Gold Fighter."

Videl's jaw dropped. She had finally done it! She had unmasked the Great Saiyaman! It wasn't who she thought it was—she was going to owe Gohan a serious apology now—but who cares? The Not-So-Great Saiyaman's secret had been revealed!

She was so excited her brain didn't register the fact that, for the first time, the Great Saiyaman had called her Videl instead of Miss Videl.

"Yes!" she cried. "I did it!"

"Happy now?" Gohan asked, sarcastically. For reasons he never fully understood, being in Super Saiyan form brought out his harsher side.

"Why didn't you tell me who you were from the very beginning?" Videl asked.

"I...I wanted to keep my identity a secret, that's all," Gohan said. "People made such a big deal about me fighting crime that I decided I needed to disguise myself to keep them off my back."

"Well, that makes sense, but..." Videl shook her head. "I still don't know anything! Who are you? How can you fly? Why are you glowing?"

"I'm glowing because I'm in Super Saiyan form," Gohan explained.

"Super...Saiyan?" Videl asked.

"That's where I got the name 'Great Saiyaman' from," Gohan said. "You do know what a Saiyan is, right?"

Videl shook her head. "I've never heard of a Saiyan before. Is Saiya the name of a city?"

Gohan shook his head. His cold blue eyes turned away from her. "Look it up sometime. Maybe then you'll know why I want to keep my identity secret."

Gohan picked his helmet off of the ground. "Goodbye, Videl."

"Wait!" Videl cried. "Gold Fighter...Saiyaman...we'll see each other again, right?"

Gohan put his helmet back on and immediately resumed talking in his deep superhero voice. "Of course we'll see each other again, Miss Videl! Wherever there is injustice, the Great Saiyaman and Videl will be there to stop it! ...Just please don't punch me again, okay?"

Naturally, the first thing Videl did when she got home was look up Saiyans, but they weren't in the dictionary or the encyclopedia. After an hour of searching on the internet, all she could find was a reference to a small segment on an old news program. The segment was called Crackpot Stories – Alien Invasions.

It wasn't much of a lead, but it was all she had to go on, so Videl swung by the vault where the TV station kept their old videos, and she borrowed a copy to take home with her.

Then, Videl went back home. Her dad was in the video room, watching some of his old fights. Videl didn't want to disturb him, so she went to her room and went through all her notes on the Gold Fighter and Saiyaman instead. Those notes seriously needed updating.

After she was done—it took longer than she thought—she grabbed the tape and went to the video room. To her surprise, her father was still there, watching videos of his old fights. He said it was "training for the upcoming World Martial Arts Tournament", but Videl thought differently.

"Reliving your glory days, eh, Papa?" she asked.

Hercule grinned sheepishly. Sure, maybe watching videos of his old fights was a little foolish. Reliving his glory days, ha! He was the strongest fighter in the world! Now was his glory day!

But to be honest, Hercule had the nagging feeling that he was past his prime. He hadn't been in a fight for a few months. While he had been doing nothing, both Videl and the Great Saiyaman had become famous heroes—maybe even more famous than him.

But what was Hercule supposed to do? Admit that he was over the hill? Tell his daughter he was jealous of her immense popularity? No, that was crazy talk. He was her father. He wasn't jealous of Videl. He was proud of her and all the good work she did to help the city.

But still...Hercule was worried that, unless he was careful, the upcoming World Martial Arts Tournament might be his last.

"Hey, honey!" Hercule said. "You're up late! Want to watch the Late Night Talk Show with me?"

"Sure, I guess," Videl said.

Hercule flipped to the channel where their favorite late night show host was telling his nightly monologue. Videl settled into her chair—the monologue was the best part of the show. Hearing the host tell jokes was always entertaining.

"So, the latest news is the hip hop sensation Yo Rapper just bought himself a new hovercar," the host said. "When asked why, he said that he got it because he wanted a fly ride."

Videl and Hercule laughed along with the studio audience.

"They're trying to open a new stem cell research facility over in West City, but I understand there's been some controversy," the show host said. "Apparently, as soon as he heard the word 'Cell', Champion Fighter Hercule Satan ran over and destroyed the whole building."

The audience laughed loudly at that joke. Hercule scowled and shut the TV off.

"I'm going to bed," he said, abruptly. "Don't stay up too late, now, Videl."

"I won't," Videl promised. Poor Dad, she thought.

Videl put in the tape she got from the news studio. The report was about some fat guy called Yagerrobe. At least, that's what it sounded like. The announcer called him Jager-robey. Clearly, the man had been drinking too much Jager, because he was shouting about an evil alien race called the Saiyans who were going to destroy the world.

"And how many of these aliens are coming to Earth?" the reporter asked.

"Only two," the fat man said. "There are only two Saiyans."

"Let me get this straight. You say that the entire Saiyan race is going to attack the Earth...and there's only two of them?"

"That's right!"

The reporter couldn't hold back his laughter.

"Hey, I'm serious!" the fat man said.

"I-I-I'm sure you are!" the reporter said, laughing.

The interview cut off there, going back to the anchorman, who made a joke about how the Jager-man was a hermit who lived alone by himself, and his, ha ha, magical talking cat.

Videl turned off the TV. She had had enough of people on TV making stupid jokes for one night.

So...the Saiyans were aliens. Evil aliens, apparently. So when the Gold Fighter said he was a Super Saiyan, that meant...what, exactly?

Videl couldn't think of an answer, but she figured she was on the right track. If the Gold Fighter was an alien, that would explain how he could fly and emit a strange golden glow. It would also explain why he tried to hide his identity under the disguise of the Great Saiyaman—having relatives who tried to destroy the Earth is not something you would want to be public knowledge.

Something tugged at Videl's mind. No, wait. Glowing wasn't a strange alien ability. Videl had seen people glow before. At the Cell Games. Did that mean those people were aliens, too? But the man on the tape said there were only two Saiyans...

Videl strained her memory, but the camera had spent such little time on the mysterious warriors that it was hard to...

Wait, the boy. The delivery boy! He definitely had golden hair. And he was glowing during part of the fight. He was the Gold Fighter! He had to be!

Videl was pleased with herself. In one day, she had figured out the true identities of the Great Saiyaman and the Gold Fighter. All in a day's work, Videl thought, as she yawned and headed to her bed.

"Aliens, huh?" Videl mumbled to herself as she drifted off to sleep. "Wait until Dad learns about that. I guess they weren't doing tricks after all..."