Destined Encounter

The robber spat out a mouthful of blood.

Looking at the pair of black-stockinged legs stepping on his chest, he could no longer muster a shred of desire.

He said indignantly, "Damn it, didn't you promise to let us go? You stinking woman, you don't keep your word."

"Hmph."

Videl applied more pressure with her foot, and the robber felt his breathing hitch, nearly fainting from the strain.

Videl sneered, "You idiots. I did promise to let you leave, but haven't you already traveled quite far from the bank? What's the problem with me catching you now?"

The six robbers: "..."

Fine.

They had actually tried to reason with a woman?

How small-minded, how narrow their perspective had been.

Now that this woman was speaking with such sound logic, how could they possibly refute her?

They couldn't refute her at all.

"Someone, cuff them all," Videl commanded with a wave of her hand.

"Yes, Captain."

Several police officers stepped forward and used handcuffs to secure the six members of the Speeding Party.

After subduing the robbers, they collected the firearms and the stolen money.

"Take these scumbags back, let them face the judgment of the kingdom's laws, and see if you can push for a heavy sentence—execution would be best," Videl waved her hand.

"Ahhh!" The robbers began to struggle. Damn it, this woman actually wanted to sentence them to death?

"Understood."

"Behave yourselves, get in!"

Videl's subordinates responded, forcibly shoving the six robbers into the police cruisers.

Several police cars sped away, returning to the East City Police Department.

Videl climbed into her jet, which then shot up into the sky.

As the aircraft ascended, Videl vaguely caught sight of a person sitting on the edge of a skyscraper over a hundred stories high.

A man.

"Hm? Am I seeing things?"

Videl thought to herself, hovering the jet in mid-air as she rubbed her eyes, then focused her gaze on the rooftop once more.

"..."

This time she was certain.

She hadn't seen wrong.

There was indeed a person sitting on the roof of the building.

A tall man.

He sat there with his legs dangling naturally over the edge, looking down at the street below.

What kind of insane courage was this?

If he fell from there, forget about being smashed to pieces—he would turn into a puddle of mush.

Was this guy crazy?

He was sitting there without any safety measures whatsoever.

Was he seeking death?

Or was he mentally unstable?

In any case, falling from there meant certain death.

Just thinking about it made Videl's heart race and her back go cold.

How did he even get up there?

He must have taken a helicopter, right?

She couldn't just stand by and watch someone die.

While Videl was lost in her wild thoughts, she saw the man on the rooftop look toward her.

Videl maneuvered the jet closer.

Then, she leaned her head out and shouted, "What are you doing up there? Are you here to... to enjoy the view?"

She had originally wanted to ask Son Gohan if he was planning to commit suicide.

But she reconsidered; if she asked that, and the person truly intended to die, it would only agitate them and hasten their resolve.

Therefore, she forcibly swallowed the words she had already half-asked, changing them instead to whether he was here to look at the scenery.

Son Gohan looked at the beautiful policewoman on the jet, recalling how she had violently subdued the criminals just moments ago, and smiled dashingly: "Yeah, just looking at the scenery. You don't need to worry about me, Officer; go ahead and attend to your business."

Videl scrutinized him from head to toe.

She discovered that the man before her was tall and strong, with an extraordinarily handsome appearance and a sense of intense self-confidence that made him seem very mysterious.

His eyes were like two whirlpools, possessing an inexplicable attraction that threatened to pull a person into them.

This was the first time in Videl's life she had ever encountered someone like this.

How could a young man like this ever think of committing suicide?

So, what he said must be true, right?

Was he really just here on the rooftop to look at the scenery?

But her sense of responsibility drove Videl to say:

"How did you get up here? In this world now, the Androids have been wiped out, and things will only get better from here on out. The world is vast, there are so many places to go, and we are still young with so much left to do. Could you please step further inside? It's not safe where you are."

Son Gohan looked at her, unable to help but laugh: "Saying all that, you don't think I'm trying to commit suicide, do you?"

"Heh, hehe." Videl laughed awkwardly, "Well, are you going to commit suicide?"

"No, I told you, I'm just here to look at the scenery," Son Gohan said, pulling his legs back from the edge of the skyscraper and standing up.

Watching Son Gohan's movements, Videl felt her hair stand on end, and cold sweat began to stream down her back.

At such a height, was he really not afraid at all?

How could he be so calm?

If there had been even the slightest slip, it would have been all over.

This guy was so composed; his nerves were simply too big—it was terrifying.

Just thinking about it made her legs go weak, didn't it?

Videl continued to ask: "Then did you come up here on a jet?"

Son Gohan shook his head: "Not at all, I flew up here myself."

"Ah, flew, you flew up?" Videl paused, assuming Son Gohan was just joking with her.

Humans didn't have wings, so how could they possibly fly?

What a brush-off!

"Wait there for a moment." Videl said, maneuvering her jet to land on the roof of the skyscraper before carefully walking toward Son Gohan.

Son Gohan looked at her helplessly.

He thought to himself that this woman was truly a bit too stubborn.

He had already told her he wasn't going to commit suicide, yet she still insisted on approaching him.

Were all the cells in her body made of nothing but a sense of justice?

Her sense of duty was so heavy.

Son Gohan admitted that the policewoman before him had some charm.

Her proud figure was very eye-catching, and her face was stunningly beautiful.

Among the women he had seen, only Android 18 and Bulma had looks that were slightly superior.

However, this woman possessed a heroic spirit and a sense of justice that neither Bulma nor 18 had.

Especially those long legs paired with that uniform—it was a massive bonus.

She could be called a super beauty.

Son Gohan appreciated it, but it was merely appreciation; he wasn't some brain-dead fool ruled by his lower half.

If he were the type of animal that thought with his crotch, 18's fate wouldn't have been as simple as just getting her head blown off.

Once she got close to Son Gohan, Videl felt that intense impact.

She stood 165cm tall and weighed 50kg; because of her long legs and golden-ratio physique, she looked quite tall.

But Son Gohan was a full 186cm tall and weighed 90kg, with a top-tier model's frame and muscles that rippled across his body, looking full of explosive power.

In such a contrast, the two formed a stark difference.

However, Videl had seen giants much taller than Son Gohan; in this world, humans two or three meters tall were not unheard of.

Some humanoids even reached five or six meters in height.

But this was the first time she had seen someone like Son Gohan—both tall and incredibly handsome.

This, this was exactly her type, alright.

Then, a furry tail suddenly popped out from behind Son Gohan.

Videl froze.

Her heart began to pound, and her eyes turned into the shape of hearts.

"So, so cute, I really want to touch it."

Videl's mind was racing wildly.

Then, she blurted out instinctively: "I, can I touch your tail?"

Only after the words left her mouth did she realize how rude she had been, and her face burned with heat.

What on earth had she just said?

She couldn't believe those words had come out of her own mouth.

But that fluffy tail was just so tempting.

Good heavens, wouldn't that be infinitely more satisfying than petting a cat or a dog?

What girl could possibly resist such a temptation?

If his ears hadn't been so sharp, Son Gohan would have thought he misheard, but he firmly refused: "Sorry, that really isn't possible."

Videl blushed deeply.

She hurriedly changed the subject, reciting what she considered to be a very reasonable speech:

"In, in any case, as long as you don't think about committing suicide, that's fine. The road of life is still very long; there are many meaningful things we can do, and many people who worry about you and care for you. This world is infinitely vast, and you should go out and see more of it."

"Hahaha."

Son Gohan couldn't help but laugh, looking at the young woman before him with great interest.

This woman, why is she so dead set on the idea that I want to commit suicide? It's truly speechless.

However, since she was acting out of kindness, he didn't feel any resentment and said patiently:

"Everything you said is correct, but I must clarify once more: I really am just here to enjoy the scenery. I don't have the slightest intention of committing suicide."

"Mm-hmm, that's good, that's good... um, so when are you going down? Why don't you take my jet down?"

Videl had no intention of giving up on saving Son Gohan.

Son Gohan shook his head and said: "No need, you should leave quickly. I told you, I can fly."

Videl was speechless.

She felt that Son Gohan's mental state was definitely not quite right.

He kept insisting that he could fly.

Isn't this just a mental illness?

Videl said: "Fine, fine, fine, you can fly, you flew up here yourself. But now, could you please just humor me and take my jet down?"

"Don't do anything rash!"

"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Videl, and I am the captain of the First Division of the East City Police Department. You can completely trust me; I would never harm you."

As she spoke, she moved closer to Son Gohan.

The way she looked, she seemed prepared to forcibly subdue him.

So, if the soft approach doesn't work, she's ready to go for the hard one?

Son Gohan rolled his eyes.

He thought to himself that if he didn't show her a thing or two today, he probably wouldn't be able to get past this hurdle.

"Watch closely."

As Son Gohan spoke, a white aura erupted from his body, and he lifted off into the air.

"Wait, wait, what did you say your name was?"

Son Gohan hovered in mid-air, staring dumbfounded at the equally dumbfounded, beautiful police officer.

Are you kidding me?

She is Videl?