Author's Note: I'm really really sorry for the slow pace of this fic, but I've just had too much schoolwork to do anyway, here's the final chapter for all of you to enjoy. I would like to thank everyone who supported me throughout this piece, you've been great! Thank you once again, and have fun!

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In the Eyes of a Child

Epilogue

After what seemed to be a very long time, she fluttered her sapphire eyes open, blinking them repeatedly as she tried to clear her still-blurry vision. Eventually, her sight began to focus, and the blur of brown-and-black became the warm, smiling face of Son Gohan, complete with the concerned look in his beautiful black eyes that she fell in love with.

"Where am I?" she asked, her voice soft and barely audible. As soon as she let the question out, she knew the answer because of what her eyes permitted her to see, but she did not regret voicing it out, nonetheless. After all, it would give her boyfriend the reason to answer her, and she wanted nothing more than to hear her voice again.

Gohan, surprised that she no longer went with the classic Gohan-kun that he learned to consider a term of endearment, took quite a while to reply to her inquiry. When her eyes narrowed considerably, that was when he remembered that he was asked a question. "In the hospital," he replied, then asked her, "You don't remember?"

She only groaned. "No, but my head hurts," she answered him. Noticing the concern in the demi-saiyajin's eyes intensify, she quickly added, "A bit." She closed her eyes briefly, trying to push the pain that gathered inside her head away, but realized that she remembered nothing about what has transpired the past days. "What happened, Son Gohan? You better answer me, or else---"

His sheepish smile met her gaze as she opened her eyes once more. "Well..." he stammered, not wanting to tell her what exactly happened so as not to embarrass her, "... we got attacked by aliens, who looked like us saiyajins. You got... um... hit in the head during the battle, because you rushed into the battle blindly. And..."

"Are you blaming me for what happened?!" Videl snapped, glaring daggers at him.

She swore she saw tears brimming in his ebony eyes, and her suspicions were confirmed when he suddenly wrapped his arms around her, for he heard the sobs he was trying to keep to himself. She immediately softened, realizing that there was something else that happened to her that he didn't want to tell, that he didn't want to talk about.

Confident that Gohan will tell her the truth eventually, like how he told her all his secrets, she embraced him in return, glad to be back in his strong arms that never failed to give her comfort and ease. Then, when she thought words were already whisked away by the moment of bliss that took place between them, she heard the demi-saiyajin whisper in a barely audible voice, "I'm so glad to have you back, Videl."

Everything was soon back to normal in Orange Star High School. The interns had already finished their work experience and had gone back to their universities with smiles for excellent-rated reports. Mr. Eraishi Fuan was back as Principal, as Vegeta had gone back to training in his gravity-enhanced fighting chamber. The fangirls had gone back to not being fangirls, as there was no Mirai Trunks for them to trample upon.

They did not even chase Gohan around the campus anymore, for they no longer knew that he was the boy who defeated Cell. Through the power of the dragonballs, the Z-Senshi wished that their memories be erased, including the fact that Videl actually suffered from regression. Gohan, however, not wanting to keep a secret from his girlfriend, made an exception for her part, and said that he would tell her about it eventually --- if she would not remember it first.

Going about with the usuals, Gohan and Videl went on with their duty as the city's Champions of Justice --- and to the demi-saiyajin's surprise, she asked for a costume identical to his Saiyaman one, so that they may roam the city and fight crime together, as a team, costume included. Goten and Trunks went on with their pranking sprees, picking on Vegeta occasionally; while Bulma, who had seen that the Frying-Pan-of-Ultimate-Catastropheâ„¢ could be used on humans if made by a lighter metal, began manufacturing the weapon, with Chichi as the commercial model.

Yes, life was back to normal.

In one tiny corner in a distant world, two purple-haired figures huddled close to each other inside their stone-made haven. Their sapphire eyes, identically mischievous and sly, stared at the blazing fire they had created to keep themselves warm. They were delighted that the gods had changed their despised color from purple to black, because they were blessed greatly at that development. Their comrades, from the Supreme Overlord to the Holy One, had all been killed at their spaceship's descent to an alien planet.

They stepped out of the cave they considered their home, their eyes staring up at the velvet sky, until they spotted a faint ball of blue-and-green amidst the glittering stars that were scattered all over the dark blanket. They promised themselves that when they would be strong enough, they would return to Chikyuu-sei and finish what their master, the Supreme Overlord, the Great One, had started.

Shivering due to the cold gusts of night wind that blew past them, the smaller of the two clones clutched his blanket closer to himself. Then, he lowered his eyes from the sky to look at his superior questioningly. "What are we going to do tonight, Mirai?"

The taller clone continued to stare at the distant planet intently for a few more moments, before he, too, wrapped his blanket tighter around himself to stop his body from freezing. Afterwards, he looked down at his loyal companion, and smirked. "The same thing we do every night, Chibi," he whispered, an evil glimmer seeping into his cerulean eyes, "try to take over the world."

THE END