Videl's good humor faded as the landscape came into focus. She'd recognize this arena anywhere, even seventeen years later, even if she'd only ever seen it once on TV as a scared little girl instead of the hundreds upon hundreds of times she's seen it re-cut and replayed by her father and his adoring press.

The Cell Games were something that had stuck with her for many years, especially after she finally learned the truth of what happened that day.

I'm ready.