After hearing that, Videl immediately grabbed Son Gohan by the arm and led him out into the courtyard.
Once they were outside, Videl walked several dozen meters ahead of Son Gohan, then raised her hands into a fighting stance.
"Gohan, shall we get started now?"
"Sure!"
Son Gohan nodded.
"Hah!"
Videl let out a shout and charged at Son Gohan.
In no time, she was right in front of him, her fists flying toward him like the wind.
Son Gohan shifted slightly and easily dodged her attacks.
Her strikes might have seemed fast to an ordinary person, but to him, they were as slow as a snail.
"Darn it!"
Seeing that none of her attacks had landed, Videl immediately raised her right leg and kicked at Son Gohan.
He leaned back and dodged her attack once more.
"Videl, you can't beat me. I'd advise you to give up!"
"Son Gohan, don't get cocky! I'll definitely get stronger and beat you!"
"Oh. Is there anything else you wanted?"
"Well... there's one more thing I wanted to ask you!"
"What is it?"
"Son Gohan, your father appeared in the sky during the final match of the World Martial Arts Tournament. Was that... some kind of trick?"
"A trick?"
Son Gohan looked utterly speechless.
This had to be another one of her father's tall tales.
"Yeah! How could a normal person fly in the sky?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Son Gohan rose into the air and flew across the sky.
Videl stared at him, stunned.
So much for science. So much for Newton's laws!
Was she dreaming?
"Ow!"
Videl pinched her cheek and soon felt a little pain.
She didn't dare pinch herself too hard.
"Whoosh..."
"Thud..."
Just then, Son Gohan flew down from the sky and landed in front of