Goku goes back in time

The arena was silent, almost reverent, as the final match of the second day was announced.

"Next Match!" the announcer boomed, his voice full of energy. "Videl vs Sharpner! A battle between classmates, friends, and fierce competitors! Who will come out on top?!"

The crowd cheered wildly, though many were still buzzing from the last fight between Erasa and Yun. But now, the stage was set for something even more personal.

Videl and Sharpner stepped into the ring without a word. Their eyes met, no longer as friends or training partners—but as warriors.

From the stands, Yamcha, Krillin, and Chichi watched with intense focus. Behind them, Goku leaned forward with Gohan and Goten, the three Saiyans sensing the rising energy with intrigue.

"She's serious," Gohan muttered, watching Videl's aura begin to ripple with white energy.

"So is Sharpner," Goku said with a grin. "He's not backing down."

From the opposite end of the arena, Master Shen watched silently, his arms crossed. His remaining student Saya sat beside him, wrapped in bandages from her earlier loss to Sharpner.

But it wasn't just the old masters who were watching—the media cameras zoomed in, catching every subtle movement as the two fighters took their stances.

Videl inhaled deeply, her fists tightening. Sharpner rolled his shoulders, then dipped into his fighting stance. The tension could be cut with a knife.

Then—

Boom!

Both fighters unleashed their Ki at once, twin shockwaves slamming into each other and sending dust flying in every direction.

Gasps echoed across the arena. Even hardened fighters in the audience were taken aback.

"They're not holding back," Krillin said, blinking in surprise.

"Of course not," Yamcha smirked. "This is what training with us leads to."

The two combatants blurred forward, fists and feet meeting in a rapid-fire clash that echoed with every strike.

Videl's movements were precise—fluid like a dancer, sharp like a sword. Every punch, every kick was backed with incredible strength and control, the result of training under the relentless Chichi and the occasional Gohan.

Sharpner's style was different. Rougher, but aggressive and wild, refined by Yamcha's mentorship. His attacks came in bursts—sharp combinations followed by fluid dodges, then back in with relentless pressure.

They moved around the ring like lightning, exchanging blows at speeds that most of the crowd couldn't track.

The crowd was speechless.

Then Sharpner grinned and launched himself into the air, twisting as he called out, "Wolf Fang Fist!"

Videl's eyes widened as the barrage began. Sharpner's fists glowed with energy, each blow creating a ripple in the air as he struck from every angle—left, right, above, below.

She blocked the first series of blows, ducked under a spinning kick, then caught a fist with both hands.

But the force sent her skidding back, right near the edge of the ring.

Sharpner didn't let up—he sprinted after her, preparing a final strike to end it.

In the stands, even Gohan's expression tensed. "Videl…"

Then, just as Sharpner leapt with a final fist aimed to knock her out of bounds—

Boom!

Videl kicked off the edge of the ring, flipping high into the air.

As she soared, she gritted her teeth. Her mind flashed to the secret sessions with Gohan… the times they trained under the stars when no one else was watching.

"Sometimes… it's okay to fight with your heart," Gohan had told her. "And if you ever need a last resort…"

Videl's hands shot up, her fingers parting as golden Ki surged between them.

Sharpner's eyes widened in mid-leap. "What—?"

"MASENKO!" Videl screamed, golden energy exploding forward in a wide beam.

The blast illuminated the arena like the sun had risen inside the ring. Sharpner, mid-air, brought both arms up and caught the attack head-on.

He grunted, straining against the force.

The crowd roared as he actually held the blast in place, his feet dragging across the tiles as it pushed him.

But—

Crash!

He was pushed just enough.

His heel crossed the outer boundary.

The gong sounded.

The light faded.

Silence.

Then—

"Winner: Videl!"

The crowd erupted into applause and cheers. Flashbulbs from media cameras sparked as the moment was immortalized.

Sharpner lowered his hands, smoke curling from his palms. He looked up and grinned, a proud, slightly sheepish smile.

Videl landed lightly, breathing heavily. She smiled back.

They didn't need to say anything. The respect was already there.

From the stands, Yamcha clutched his head. "HE HAD IT! He actually almost had her!"

Krillin laughed. "That Masenko though. She's been secretly working with Gohan, hasn't she?"

Chichi folded her arms but was smirking. "Of course she would. My daughter-in-law better not slack off."

Goku grinned from ear to ear. "That was amazing!"

The Crane School remained silent. Yun sat with his arms crossed, face hidden in shadow. Saya looked on in disbelief.

Even Master Shen furrowed his brow. "So… Roshi's students have students of their own now…"

Goten blinked up at Gohan. "Big bro, you taught her that move?"

Gohan scratched his cheek. "Well, just once or twice."

"You mean hundreds of times," Goku chuckled.

As the sun began to set, the second day of the tournament ended with an explosion of applause and excitement. The final two had been decided—Videl Vs Erasa

Tomorrow would be the Finals.

And judging by today's fights, it would be unforgettable.

The cheers from the crowd still echoed faintly in the background as the last match concluded. With the announcer wrapping up the event and declaring Videl and Erasa as the finalists, the group of young warriors made their way toward the shaded pavilion behind the tournament grounds. Their shirts were soaked in sweat, their limbs heavy with exhaustion, but each of them wore the grin of pride. Their respective mentors were already gathered. Chichi stood with arms crossed but a proud glint in her eyes, Yamcha wore his usual confident smirk, and Krillin gave them an enthusiastic thumbs-up. Beside them, the Son family—Goku, Gohan, and little Goten—watched with warm smiles.

"That was incredible!" Krillin clapped a hand on Sharpner's shoulder. "You really gave it your all."

Yamcha nodded at Videl. "That Masenko was clean. You're learning fast—real fast."

Chichi, despite her usual sternness, allowed herself a rare smile as she turned to Erasa. "And you… you've grown. You're not just a flashy fighter anymore. You've got real control now."

Erasa blushed, scratching the back of her head. "Thanks, Miss Chichi. I tried not to go overboard."

Videl crossed her arms and smirked. "You say that like you didn't blast that poor guy with a move straight out of an anime."

Erasa grinned proudly. "It was a cool move though. 'Scattering Bullets!' sounded awesome, right?"

Goten hopped excitedly between them. "You were all amazing! I wanna fight in a tournament too!"

Gohan chuckled and ruffled his little brother's hair. "You will. But not yet. For now, let the finalists enjoy their moment."

Goku finally spoke up, smiling warmly. "You three did great. You kept calm, fought smart, and held your own. That's what being a martial artist is all about."

"Thanks, Goku," Videl said, her tone softening. It meant a lot coming from someone like him.

Just then, the crowd around them stirred. A familiar voice boomed from behind.

"VIDEL! MY PRIDE AND JOY!"

Mr. Satan charged toward the group with open arms and a face full of joyous tears. His tailored suit flapped as he ran, drawing the attention of a few photographers lingering nearby.

Videl groaned. "Oh no."

Mr. Satan scooped her up in a tight bear hug before she could escape. "You were incredible, sweetheart! You stood toe-to-toe with some of the best and came out shining like the sun!"

"D-Dad! Put me down!"

He finally released her, then looked around, proudly announcing, "Of course she qualified for the finals! She's MY daughter, after all!"

But before anyone could respond, another voice cut through the crowd.

"My baby boy!"

Sharpner's mom had arrived, fashionably dressed, with a scarf that looked far too fancy for the occasion and oversized sunglasses perched on her nose. She rushed to her son, giving him a tight hug and practically squealing. "You were a tiger out there, darling!"

"Mom," Sharpner mumbled, trying to keep his cool in front of everyone.

"And you still looked handsome doing it!"

Then, a slightly older couple approached Erasa with warm smiles. Her parents—both seemingly athletic and kind—walked up proudly.

"You were brilliant, sweetheart," her mother said, cupping her face. "You've come so far."

"We saw your match with that Crane School punk," her dad added. "You held back until the right moment. Just like a real tactician."

Erasa beamed at the praise. "Thanks, Mom. Thanks, Dad."

Mr. Satan, ever the showman, clapped his hands together. "Why don't we all celebrate together, huh? Second day of the tournament's over, and our kids crushed it!"

"That's a great idea," Goku said instantly, his eyes lighting up. "I'm starving!"

Videl's face paled. "Uh-oh…"

Within the hour, the group had found a high-end restaurant in the city—reserved, of course, by Mr. Satan with his celebrity clout. The staff rolled out a red carpet treatment for the World Champion and his entourage.

The table was massive, filled with multiple courses of grilled meats, vegetables, seafood, and more. Platters arrived non-stop, and before anyone could sit down properly—

"Thanks for the meal!" Goku exclaimed, digging into a massive steak like a man possessed.

Gohan and Goten weren't far behind, and soon enough, the table looked more like a battlefield than a dinner setting.

Yamcha and Krillin exchanged knowing looks. "He's gonna regret this…"

Mr. Satan, watching the Saiyans devour a week's worth of food in minutes, slowly began to sweat. "Uh… waiter? Uh, just—just keep the food coming!"

Erasa's parents chuckled, while Sharpner's mom dabbed her mouth delicately. Videl, Erasa, and Sharpner just enjoyed the moment—sitting between their masters, their parents, and their unusual new allies.

As the plates stacked and the laughter continued, the two finalists looked at each other and shared a silent moment of mutual pride.

They had made it. Tomorrow, the finals would begin. But for now, they had earned this victory.

And despite Mr. Satan's growing panic as the bill escalated, it was a night none of them would forget.