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Fight 25
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Gohan wasn't sure if it was a good thing or not that Videl hadn't returned by the time school got out. Though he could sense that she was okay. There was a brief moment when her ki had fluctuated, but that was it. It was calm now and had remained so for quite some time. Content that she had indeed handled it without a problem he let his attention return to what he was currently doing.

Which was flying towards West City. Gohan was impatient because he wanted to see his costume. Videl might have proven she can handle herself, but anything can happen. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if something does and he could have saved her. As he approached Capsule Corporation he wondered if she might listen to a suggestion of weighted training. Gohan laughed a little at the idea of her listening to him at all and flew into Bulma's backyard.

To his surprise Trunks was nowhere to be found as he stepped inside Capsule Corporation. Usually the boy would be there to greet him. To Trunks he was his brother in all but blood. Though surprised he wasn't concerned as he knew Trunks could protect himself. Vegeta had made sure of that.

Gohan knocked on the door to Bulma's lab and it only took a few moments for the woman herself to open it up. She had a set of goggles, one of her own design, resting against her forehead and her turquoise hair in a messy bun. She smiled, "I thought it would be you. Come on in Gohan. It's ready." The scientist gave him a thumbs up before retreating inside.

"I'm sure you realized the one problem with your idea." Bulma turned to face him, "You can't exactly carry around a suitcase or something for when you need to become this hero. Not to mention how suspicious that would be."

He blinked slowly when her point dawned on him. "Oh yeah. You do have a point there . . . Then how will this work?

A prideful smirk worthy of her husband spread across her face, "That's what made this take so long. I had to do some brainstorming." She reached over onto her cluttered work desk and grabbed a watch. "This is your answer."

Raising his eyebrow in disbelief, "A watch? How will that help me?"

She had expected his dubious answer. "Put it on and I'll show you."


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