As this new recruit --and Videl was sure by his air of dejection that this guy was a new recruit-- turned around, she got her first good look at him and let out an astonished gasp. "Trunks?!"

It was hard to mistake Bulma Briefs's bratty son, especially after the long hours Videl had been stuck with him and the rest of Gohan's friends and family on Kami's Lookout. Except --and here, Videl's shocked expression turned inquisitive and one eyebrow quirked up higher than the other-- she was sure that Trunks had been a kid when she left. No more than eight or nine years old. There was no way he could've already gone through puberty since she'd been gone! ...Right? (But considering he was a half-Saiyan like Gohan, she was starting to second guess her certainty.)

Videl took a few steps closer, peering up at Trunks to get a good look at his face. He looked like like his father in a way that was eerie to Videl, except that he wasn't currently glaring at her like Vegeta did whenever Videl was in his general vicinity (which was thankfully rare).

"You're..." Videl grasped for words. "...Grown up." She paused. "You are Trunks, right?"