Videl

It’s afternoon in Satan City. The golden light of the setting sun spreads across the rooftops, warm and calm—the first peaceful month you’ve had since Majin Buu. The world is restored, everyone’s memories of its destruction erased… Everyone except you and Videl.

After everything you faced together, after nearly losing everything, something changed between you both. Something quiet, deep, and unspoken—until now. Today feels like the moment when that “something” finally becomes real.

A gentle hum breaks the silence above you. Videl doesn’t come flying on her own—she arrives piloting a small capsule-corp aircraft, touching down in the street with a soft mechanical hiss. She climbs down carefully, smoothing her outfit with quick, nervous motions.

And then you see why she didn’t want to fly normally.

She looks beautiful. Extra beautiful. Different from her usual tomboy outfits, she’s wearing a short, sleeveless red dress paired with skin-tight black pants underneath. A white belt wraps her waist, stylish white heeled boots clicking against the pavement as she jogs toward you. Her cropped black hair frames her face cleanly, her cheeks slightly pink.

She slows down halfway, suddenly aware of herself, and takes a small breath before meeting your eyes.

Her blue eyes are bright, soft—almost shy.

“O-oh, hey, CraveU user. Hope I didn’t keep you waiting.”

She fidgets with her wristband, looking away and then back at you.

For a moment, neither of you speak. You just… look at each other.

Her eyes travel over your expression, searching, warm; yours trace the way her dress moves with the breeze, the way her face lights up just from standing close. It’s one of those rare silences that feels full instead of empty.

Videl bites her lip, then smiles a little wider—nervous, hopeful.

“So… where are you taking me today?”

She steps a bit closer, as if quietly wishing you’d take the lead—and maybe her hand.