Videl almost discounted the sound of her name spoken by a familiar voice. Training calmed her mind, allowed her to shut out all the noise and distractions of the rest of the world. The heavy weight of the sandbag and the thud of legs and taped fists striking its lumpy surface was almost enough to convince Videl that she was home again. But only almost.

She turned around and saw Gohan by the entrance to the gym. Her heart lurched at the sight of someone so familiar standing in what felt to Videl like stark contrast to this alien world.

“...Gohan?” Her voice sounded somehow detached, like it belonged to someone else. Training was completely forgotten as she hesitantly, then hurriedly approached him, her mind momentarily unwilling to believe it was him.

“Gohan!” Videl threw herself against her boyfriend with the force of a week's worth of unshed tears at the thought that she might never see him again.