Watching the unknown man's movements, Videl thought he was very strange—and especially tacky. "He's the Messenger of Justice? Saiyan Masked Superman..." "Well then, farewell, Miss Videl." With that, Son Gohan flew away.
Videl was even more surprised. "How did he know my name?" The elderly people were extremely grateful to this superhero. A new hero had finally been born. His name was the Messenger of Justice, Saiyan Masked Superman. Would Gohan's identity be exposed?
That evening, Son Gohan was still at home working on his battle pose. He had always wanted to strike the coolest pose possible, and only Goten thought he looked incredibly cool. Chichi had also come over to see whether he had finished working out his idea.
"Mom, it'll be done soon. Don't worry!" "Still, it's about time you went to bed. If you oversleep and are late for school tomorrow, I won't be responsible for you!" "Don't worry. I won't!"
The next day, he had indeed overslept. Son Gohan hurriedly transformed and flew to school. "I'm done for! I'm late!" He landed on the roof of the school building, but just as he ran toward the exit, he suddenly saw a girl standing there and looking at him.
Son Gohan hurried downstairs as well, extremely worried. That girl saw me transform. That means my identity as Saiyan Masked Superman is completely exposed! Nervous, he ran into the classroom and sat down.
Sharpner looked at him. "Why are you acting so well-behaved? The teacher isn't even here yet!" Just then, a girl walked in through the door. She was the same girl from the rooftop—and she was even in the same class.
The girl gazed at Son Gohan, her eyes filled with longing. Class had already begun, but Son Gohan was still worried about what had happened