Videl felt a solid weight drop in the pit of her stomach as she watched what transpired. Her brows furrowed as she looked between Cell and Goku, mind whirling as she tried to process what had just happened.
He...
Gohan's narration called up her own memory of lying on a gurney at the World Tournament, grappling with unbearable pain and certain that she was about to die. At some point, Gohan's soothing voice broke through the din of her pain, gently instructing her to eat something he pushed into her mouth. Videl could still vividly recall her unquestioning trust in him at that moment; even at death's door, she would have done anything for him right then. The next second, a soothing warmth spread from her gut through the rest of her body, an internal balm that repaired every inch of damage from her fight.
The weight in Videl's stomach lurched and her expression transformed from disbelief to rage. Shrieking with fury, she leapt from her husband's side and flew up to the cliffside where Goku and the others were standing.
You idiot!! Videl threw a left hook straight for Goku's jaw. Unfortunately for Videl, her attempt to influence the memory was ignored and her fist flew harmfully through Goku's face. How could you do that to your son?! Do you want Gohan to die?!
Punch after punch she threw, each as worthless as the last. All around her and through the memory, all motion was frozen. The very air warbled threateningly, a sound like the far off rumbling of thunder, as though the memory itself were a porcelain dish wobbling uncertainly at the edge of a table.
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He...
Gohan's narration called up her own memory of lying on a gurney at the World Tournament, grappling with unbearable pain and certain that she was about to die. At some point, Gohan's soothing voice broke through the din of her pain, gently instructing her to eat something he pushed into her mouth. Videl could still vividly recall her unquestioning trust in him at that moment; even at death's door, she would have done anything for him right then. The next second, a soothing warmth spread from her gut through the rest of her body, an internal balm that repaired every inch of damage from her fight.
The weight in Videl's stomach lurched and her expression transformed from disbelief to rage. Shrieking with fury, she leapt from her husband's side and flew up to the cliffside where Goku and the others were standing.
You idiot!! Videl threw a left hook straight for Goku's jaw. Unfortunately for Videl, her attempt to influence the memory was ignored and her fist flew harmfully through Goku's face. How could you do that to your son?! Do you want Gohan to die?!
Punch after punch she threw, each as worthless as the last. All around her and through the memory, all motion was frozen. The very air warbled threateningly, a sound like the far off rumbling of thunder, as though the memory itself were a porcelain dish wobbling uncertainly at the edge of a table.