Perspiration beaded above tightly knit brows as Videl forced all off her concentration on her task… to absolutely no effect. Not even a flicker sparked between her palms. She held her breath and pushed harder, hands so tense they were shaking, but still nothing.

Videl released her breath in an aggravated huff, slamming her palms down on the table with such force that they rattled the dishes. Stupid! This was so easy back home. Why couldn't she do it now? She curled her hands into fists, fighting the urge to throw something. Breaking the Legion’s tableware wouldn't solve anything, including her exasperation.

She stood abruptly, intending to leave in a huff, when she noticed that she had attracted an audience of one. One who had probably just seen Videl lose her temper over what looked like nothing.

“It's fine,” said Videl testily, in a tone that indicated that everything was clearly not fine. “I'm just… way more out of practice than I expected, I guess.”