The discussion ended without a definitive answer.
Then the two brothers went their separate ways.
Son Gohan bought a huge pile of snack variety packs and stuffed them into a storage Capsule.
After thinking it over for ages, Trunks decided to go home and get the Capsule containing his nicest Jet Plane.
East City Police Department.
First Response Unit recreation room.
The officers had all gone out on assignments, leaving only their captain, Videl, behind.
Videl sat in a chair with her chin propped on both hands, staring blankly at the ceiling, lost in thought.
After a while, she snapped out of it, picked up her phone, and typed a message to Bulma.
[Aunt Bulma, has Gohan still not come back?]
Message sent.
Half a minute passed. No reply.
A minute passed. Still no reply.
Five minutes later...
Videl kept checking her phone, then sighed and propped up her chin again.
All sorts of thoughts kept running through her mind.
Is Gohan not coming back?
It's been so long. It feels like he's been gone for years...
He hasn't forgotten about me, has he...?
Her mind was such a jumble that she failed to notice Son Gohan, even after he had been standing behind her for quite a while.
Son Gohan reached out and tapped her shoulder.
"Videl."
"Who's there?" Videl jumped, banging her forehead against the desk with a thud.
"Oww... that hurt." Rubbing her forehead, she turned around, ready to give whoever had scared her a piece of her mind.
Then she saw Son Gohan standing behind her with a smile on his face.
Videl froze for a moment, then let out an "Ah!" Her large eyes went completely round.
She scrambled to her feet, tugging at her clothes. "G-Gohan, when did you get back?"
"Have you been