Goku goes back in time

The scorching sun loomed high above the packed World Youth Exhibition stadium, yet the heat was nothing compared to the roaring energy coming from the crowd. Today was the third and final day. The Finals. The culmination of months of training, sweat, pain—and for the remaining contestants, glory.

The entire stadium was vibrating with anticipation. Broadcasters from across the world, their cameras lined along every angle of the ring, captured the feverish excitement of the people. Screens the size of buildings projected the upcoming battle, with live commentators building up the narrative for the millions watching from home.

"Ladies and gentlemen! It's the moment you've all been waiting for!" the announcer's voice echoed across the dome. His sunglasses reflected the bright arena lights as he stood in the middle of the ring, microphone in hand and bouncing with excitement. "Today marks the beginning of the final showdown between the strongest of this year's World Youth Exhibition! Two fighters have clawed their way to the top, and now it all comes down to this!"

Backstage, behind the thick curtains that led to the arena floor, two young women stood silently, the hum of the crowd vibrating in their bones.

Videl wore her modified white and green gi, her long black hair tied back in a high ponytail. Her eyes were laser-focused ahead, her breath slow and deep. She was calm, disciplined—her months under Chichi's brutal training evident in her composed aura. But more than that, she was Gohan's student as well. She had come far, and now she would show it.

Next to her stood Erasa, arms crossed and eyes closed. Her short blonde hair bounced slightly as she nodded her head to an internal rhythm. Dressed in a sleek black bodysuit with orange trims—a design courtesy of Krillin—she looked every bit the part of a true martial artist. Once a carefree schoolgirl, she now emanated a fierce resolve. This wasn't about fame or vanity. This was about proving herself.

Behind them, their Masters and families watched with pride. Chichi beamed at Videl, her arms crossed in the same confident stance as her student. Krillin gave Erasa a thumbs-up, while Yamcha grinned like a proud older brother. Sharpner stood with the Son family, his arms behind his head, smiling despite his own recent defeat.

Mr. Satan stood in the VIP section, loudly boasting to the cameras. "That's my girl! I taught her everything she knows! Hohoho!" Nearby, Erasa's parents clapped excitedly, while Sharpner's mother waved a banner that read: "Sharpner Strongest in Spirit!"

And then…

"Introducing first… A rising star in the world of martial arts. Known for her fierce determination, incredible strength, and being the daughter of the World Champion—VIDEL!!"

The curtains opened.

Videl stepped out, not to the cheers of her father's legacy—but to a thunderous applause she had earned on her own. Her strides were confident but quiet, like a warrior who didn't need to boast. The sunlight glinted off her gloves as she marched toward the ring.

"And facing her! Once known for her beauty and cheer, but now a fan-favorite martial artist in her own right! She's fast, she's fierce, and she's got moves that shocked the world—ERASA!!"

The crowd roared again, and Erasa emerged, flashing a quick peace sign and smirking. She didn't bounce or wave like she once might have. No, this time, her steps were deliberate. Strong. As she passed through the tunnel and entered the arena, the cameras zoomed in on her determined expression.

They met at the center of the ring.

The arena fell quiet for a moment, a respectful hush falling over the stadium.

Videl and Erasa stood facing each other. No cocky smiles, no taunts. Just mutual respect between warriors. Friends. Rivals.

The announcer felt the shift in mood and adjusted accordingly.

"This is more than just a match between finalists. This is the clash of students who trained like beasts. Will the power of discipline prevail, or will the speed and strategy win the day? We'll find out soon enough!"

High in the stands, Goku crossed his arms and smiled. "They're both serious. This'll be fun to watch."

Gohan nodded beside him. "Videl's ready. But so is Erasa. This is going to be an amazing fight."

Goten grinned excitedly, already chewing on a stick of meat. "I want to fight both of them one day!"

Yamcha leaned forward. "That's it, girls. Show 'em what we taught you."

Krillin added, "And don't hold back. Give them the match they'll never forget."

Chichi remained silent, but there was a gleam in her eyes—equal parts pride and excitement.

The announcer raised his hand. "The final match begins shortly! Fighters, return to your corners!"

Videl and Erasa nodded once to each other before turning and heading to opposite ends of the ring.

The cameras zoomed in for dramatic shots. Broadcasters across the globe were hyping the match. Commentators were shouting over each other about styles, strengths, and strategies.

But within the ring, amidst all the noise and drama—two fighters focused their breathing. They steadied their stances. They remembered their training.

The finals were here.

And soon, the world would witness what it meant to be students of Earth's greatest martial artists.

The audience was brimming with energy. In the VIP section, Goku, Gohan, Goten, Chi-Chi, Yamcha, Krillin, and even Piccolo stood silently watching, arms crossed. A few rows down, Sharpner, bruised but proud, sat with his mother, cheering for both girls. And in the front, loudly shouting and waving a Videl banner, stood none other than Mr. Satan.

"I can't believe my little girl made it to the finals!" Mr. Satan cried, clutching a bouquet of roses and a championship belt he brought "just in case."

Next to him, Erasa's parents, dressed in casual business attire, blinked at the floating camera angles showing both girls radiating visible energy. Their jaws were agape.

"Did she just glow?" Erasa's mother whispered.

"She's... levitating?" her father muttered in disbelief.

Even Sharpner's mom, tough as nails and used to her son's bravado, was silent as she watched the scene unfold. She leaned over and whispered, "What kind of training camp did they go to?!"

Back at the announcer's table, the host boomed again, full of adrenaline.

"In the red corner! Daughter of the World Champion Mr. Satan—VIDEL!!"

Cheers erupted. Videl raised a single fist, calm and collected, and gave a nod to the crowd.

"And in the blue corner! Former cheerleader turned martial artist—ERASA!!"

Erasa winked and gave a peace sign, causing some of the crowd to cheer wildly. Her energy spiked slightly with the response.

The referee looked between them both, sweat forming at his brow despite the gentle breeze. These kids weren't normal. Not even close.

"Ready...?"

Both girls nodded, not taking their eyes off each other.

"Begin!"

Instantly, both girls exploded in light—auras flaring, energy whipping the grass on the arena floor into a swirl of motion.

But Erasa didn't rush in.

Instead, she raised both hands and shouted, "Try dodging this!" She unleashed a flurry of ki blasts, her palms flicking rapidly as light spheres flew through the air like glowing bullets.

Videl's eyes narrowed. "Tch—" She zigzagged through the air, flipping, spinning, her movements sharp and practiced. She avoided the blasts, letting them explode harmlessly behind her, but the barrage was relentless.

From the VIP stands, Mr. Satan's smile slowly faded. "W-Wait a minute. Is that... is that a trick?!"

He stood up suddenly. "No, no way. That can't be... my daughter's just using tricks, right?"

Goku, arms crossed beside him, tilted his head. "Nope. She's using ki. She's doing great too."

Mr. Satan slowly sat down. His eyes were wide and thought back to the monsters who fought Cell "My little Videl... is one of them?"

Erasa's parents were speechless, watching their daughter fly and fight like something from a superhero movie.

Back on the battlefield, Videl zipped low and suddenly closed the distance, fists clenched, rushing into Erasa's range.

Erasa stopped firing, her eyes widening.

Videl was already in front of her.

With a flurry of rapid strikes, Videl forced Erasa into a defensive retreat—blow after blow nearly connecting. Erasa ducked, blocked, and tried to gain distance, but Videl was relentless.

"Got you!" Videl yelled, delivering a spinning kick.

But Erasa smirked.

"Solar Flare!"

A flash of brilliant light burst from her fingers, momentarily blinding Videl.

The crowd gasped.

Videl stumbled back, shielding her eyes. "Argh!"

From the stands, Gohan leaned forward. "That's Krillin's move! She used it well... but—"

Down below, Erasa took the opportunity. She dived forward, planning to finish the match with a clean strike.

But Videl calmed her mind, her eyes shut.

She focused—not on sight, but on presence.

Gohan's voice echoed in her memory:"Ki can be felt... when your eyes lie, let your instincts guide you."

A heartbeat passed.

She felt Erasa, surging toward her from the right.

Videl twisted at the last second, dodging the strike cleanly—eyes still closed.

Erasa's attack sailed past her.

Videl opened her eyes slowly, now fully adjusted. "You're not the only one with surprises."

The crowd erupted again.

And just like that, the match was far from over.

The stadium had grown completely still—quiet enough to hear a pin drop. Every eye was glued to the ring. The long-awaited final match of the World Youth Martial Arts Exhibition had come down to two best friends: Videl Satan and Erasa Paper. The cheers from the crowd earlier had faded into a tense hush, the kind that clung to the air before lightning struck.

High above in the VIP stands, Mr. Satan watched the match unfold, his arms tightly crossed, his sweat beading. Despite his usual bravado, this was a fight unlike any he had prepared for. Beside him, Sharpner's mom and Erasa's parents sat stunned, their jaws nearly dropping as they witnessed their children unleashing a level of power that seemed ripped straight from a sci-fi epic. 

Meanwhile, in the ring, Videl and Erasa were fighting like warriors born for battle.

The moment Videl had recovered from Erasa's Solar Flare, she wasted no time. But Erasa was already executing her next strategy—fighting from a distance, her forte. She fired wave after wave of Ki blasts. Each one sharper, faster, more controlled than the last. But this barrage wasn't just for show.

Unbeknownst to Videl, hidden within the rain of energy attacks were subtle, glowing orbs—Erasa's Scattering Bullets.

Videl dodged, weaved, flipped through the onslaught, but as the seconds passed, she noticed a faint glow sticking to her shoulder… and another on her left leg.

"She got me...!" Videl realized, just as her foot landed on the tiles.

In that instant, Erasa snapped her fingers and shouted with grit in her voice, "Scattering Bullets: Detonate!"

Videl had no time to panic. She made her decision in a flash—attack head-on.

With every ounce of power she had left, Videl blitzed toward Erasa, racing through the air with a streak of golden light trailing behind her. She pushed herself to the limit, Ki flaring like a blazing torch, just as the bullets attached to her detonated in a flurry of golden sparks and concussive force.

BOOM!

The entire arena shook as smoke and energy burst into a blinding flash.

The crowd gasped.

Even Goku and Gohan leaned forward in their seats, impressed.

Erasa had been caught in the blast too. She had no time to retreat when Videl closed the distance. She was now sprawled across the ring floor, coughing and blinking up at the sky, barely conscious.

"She actually... reached me before the blast went off...?" Erasa muttered, trying to push herself up with trembling arms.

Despite being battered, bruised, and half-buried in cracked arena tiles, Videl was already standing. Her gi was torn, her legs shook with fatigue, and blood dripped from her forehead. But her eyes burned with determination.

She began charging one last Masenko, gathering what little Ki she had left. The golden energy swirled between her hands like a forming sun.

"Masenko... HAAAAAA!!!"

The wave of energy roared through the air toward Erasa like a comet.

But Erasa wasn't done either.

Digging deeper than she ever had, Erasa moved. Her body, pushed by sheer willpower, dodged the Masenko with a sharp aerial turn. Gritting her teeth, she surged forward, screaming with all the strength she could muster. Her fist, wrapped in her final reserve of Ki, aimed straight for Videl's chest.

"One punch! One shot left!"

She appeared right in front of Videl, a white trail behind her.

But just as she prepared to swing, Videl's smirk crept onto her face.

"Too predictable, Erasa."

"SOLAR FLARE!!"

A blinding white light erupted from Videl's hands. Erasa screamed, blinded mid-flight. Her momentum carried her past Videl, her punch missing by mere inches.

And before she could recover—

WHACK!!

Videl spun on her heel, delivering a powerful roundhouse kick to Erasa's back. The impact sent her flying out of the ring.

BOOM! Erasa hit the padded wall outside the arena.

The announcer was speechless for a moment—then he exploded with energy:

"ERASA IS OUT OF BOUNDS! VIDEL WINS THE WORLD YOUTH EXHIBITION!!"

The crowd erupted.

The stands quaked with applause. Journalists scrambled to capture every angle. Broadcasters declared it a historic match. The energy was electric.

From the stands, Sharpner leapt up, pumping his fists. Gohan, Goten, and even Goku applauded with big grins. Chichi stood, tears welling up in her eyes as she clapped proudly. Even the stoic Master Roshi raised an eyebrow in admiration.

Mr. Satan blinked as reality settled in.

"My daughter... used tricks... Solar whatnot... flying... and she... won?" he muttered, collapsing into his chair. "She's… she's more terrifying than Cell…"

Next to him, Erasa's parents gasped with a mixture of awe and fear, while Sharpner's mom was already bragging to the other guests.

Down in the arena, Videl wobbled on her feet before finally collapsing to her knees.

She looked over at Erasa, who was groaning from the ground but smiling.

"Guess you win, Videl…" she said weakly.

Videl smiled back. "You almost had me."

The medics rushed in to help both girls. But neither of them looked disappointed.

They had fought not as rivals—but as warriors, best friends, and proud students of their masters.

And the world… had seen them shine.