Goku goes back in time

Another week passed in a blur of aching muscles, harsh corrections, and intense Ki control exercises. Under Gohan and Chichi's watchful guidance, Videl, Sharpner, and Erasa were slowly beginning to grasp what it truly meant to manipulate Ki.

They were getting stronger—little by little—but even more than that, they were learning focus and patience.

By the end of the week, something miraculous finally happened.

Erasa, who everyone expected to lag behind due to her bubbly, less combat-focused nature, was the first to levitate a few inches off the ground. Her concentration had surprised everyone—especially herself—as she hovered with wide, sparkling eyes.

"I-I'm flying? GUYS, I'M FLYING!!" she shrieked in excitement, before immediately losing control and toppling face-first into the grass.

Videl and Sharpner followed soon after. Videl's progress had been steady, if a bit stubborn—she refused to stop until she outpaced Erasa, while Sharpner, despite lacking finesse, brute-forced his way through with determination.

The three of them were finally able to fly, albeit clumsily.

"You're getting it!" Gohan cheered, watching as the trio hovered a few feet in the air. "Now don't lose your focus—keep your breathing steady!"

"Easier said than done when your legs are flailing like noodles!" Sharpner grunted, trying to stabilize himself midair.

Chichi, ever the strict instructor, clapped her hands together. "Enough wobbling! Back down—now we integrate flying with kata!"

Videl's eyes widened. "Wait—you want us to do forms in midair?"

Chichi smirked. "Oh, you'll be doing them until your arms go numb. Just like I made Gohan do when he was little."

And so, it began.

Under the blazing sun and floating a few feet above the dirt, the trio practiced stances, strikes, and defensive movements over and over again. Their movements were clumsy and awkward at first, but Gohan and Chichi's constant corrections began refining their rhythm and control. Chichi was especially strict, adjusting Videl's form with sharp commands, but always followed up with a proud nod when she got it right.

From the side, Goten watched while munching on a rice ball. "They're not bad... for newbies," he said, grinning.

Piccolo, arms crossed, nodded silently from the shade of a tree. He had been observing most of their training quietly, occasionally offering cryptic advice when something was off. Though initially intimidated by his appearance, the trio had warmed up to him over time—especially after discovering he had a soft spot for Gohan and children.

Despite the pain and exhaustion, Videl, Sharpner, and Erasa had never felt more alive. The feeling of pushing past their limits, of doing something they once thought impossible, gave them purpose.

And for just a moment—while suspended in the air under the clear blue sky—they forgot about the world below.

They were no longer just students.

They were warriors in training.

The weekend came like a sigh of relief—at least, that's what Videl, Erasa, and Sharpner thought it would be.

The Son household was buzzing with life. Goku had stopped by for a meal (or three), Goku didn't have a job but they were more than wealthy ever since Goku had started adventuring and treasure hunting around the world, Bulma had come to drop off some upgraded training gear, and even Trunks and Vegeta made a brief, noisy appearance before speeding off to "go break his uncle" as Trunks put it.

During lunch, while the group was gathered on the patio enjoying grilled fish, rice, and a mountain of side dishes, Goku leaned back, rubbing his belly with a satisfied grin.

"You know," he said casually between bites, "you guys should try doing your aerial katas with the weighted turtle shells on. It really toughens you up!"

Videl choked on her water. "What?!"

Erasa froze, her chopsticks halfway to her mouth. "Fly… with those things… on?!"

Sharpner slumped. "You mean those demon plates of death?!"

Chichi raised an eyebrow. "Hmm. Not a bad idea, Goku. Their form has improved enough to start real strength conditioning."

Gohan nodded in agreement. "It'll help reinforce their core stability midair. Plus, it worked wonders for me growing up."

The trio stared at the three of them like they were aliens.

"But those things weigh more than a car!" Sharpner cried. "I swear mine was heavier this morning!"

"That's because Bulma added a weight dial," Gohan admitted with a sheepish smile. "She thought we'd want to adjust the gravity settings ourselves."

"You can turn them up?!" Erasa shrieked.

"I—I thought it was just decoration…" Videl muttered. "I turned the dial a little earlier thinking it made it cooler."

Sharpner facepalmed. "No wonder you collapsed during warm-ups this morning!"

Goten snickered from the side, whispering to Trunks, "They've only just begun the real training now."

"Oh yeah," Trunks grinned, "next comes sparring. With Mom watching."

That evening, their next session began in earnest.

Chichi tossed each of them their personalized turtle shell with a no-nonsense glare. "Time to fly—with these on. No excuses."

The moment the trio strapped the shells on, they felt it—the crushing weight that seemed to grow heavier with every breath. The very act of floating now took tremendous focus. Their Ki flared violently just to keep themselves from crashing into the dirt.

"Use your Ki to support your body from the core," Gohan instructed. "Not just to lift. Think of it like… building a pillar of energy through your spine."

"Easy for you to say…!" Videl hissed, wobbling midair. "You probably trained with this as a baby!"

"I did, actually," Gohan admitted cheerfully.

Erasa groaned. "This is child abuse!"

"Technically," Sharpner wheezed, "we volunteered for this."

But despite the complaining, collapsing, fainting, healing, and Ki-bursting flails, they didn't give up.

Through grit, laughter, and the occasional crash landing, they endured.

Because deep down, they had tasted something exhilarating: strength born from their own hands—and the unshakable will to rise higher.

Literally.

The mountains were quiet for once.

A gentle breeze passed through the Son family property as birds chirped and leaves danced in the afternoon sun. The usual sounds of explosive Ki clashes and rapid aerial combat were gone—replaced by silence and, for some, unbearable stillness.

Chichi had declared it a mandatory rest weekend.

"No training," she said with a firm finger wag. "Not even flying. Healing pods are good, but natural recovery is essential. Your bodies aren't machines!"

The warriors obeyed—reluctantly.

By midday, Goten and Trunks were asleep under a tree. Goku was fishing with a homemade rod. Even Gohan cracked open a book to read beside Videl, though she kept fidgeting like a runner stuck at a red light.

Erasa finally snapped. "Okay. I'm going stir-crazy. I need to do something. Even shopping would be better than sitting here."

"Agreed," Videl sighed. "How about we drop by my dad's gym? Might as well stretch a little. No Ki use, no aerials. Just... weights."

"Sure," Sharpner said, cracking his neck. "Let's casually bench press a car."

Satan Gym – Orange Star City

After flying for 2 hours in Videl's hovercraft for the first time in a weeks. The trio walked in wearing their usual casual wear—hoodies, sweats, and baseball caps pulled low.

But subtle wasn't enough to hide their new auras.

They didn't glow, but something about the way they moved, the relaxed strength in every step, made heads turn.

A few gym-goers recognized Videl instantly and began whispering. A teenage boy near the bench press nudged his friend. "Is that… Videl Satan?"

"No way. Look at her arms—she looks delicate."

They tried to ignore the attention and made their way to the back, where the heavy equipment was. Sharpner grabbed some dumbbells and started warming up while Erasa eyed the squat rack with a gleam in her eye.

"Mind if I…?" she asked a buff-looking trainer.

The man shrugged. "Sure, but that's a 100KG bar. You'll need a spotter—"

Erasa casually walked up, gripped the bar, and lifted it with flawless form. Once. Twice. Three times.

A crack of steel echoed through the gym as she racked it back down like it weighed nothing.

The room went dead silent.

"…what the hell," someone whispered.

Videl rolled her eyes. "I told her not to show off."

The sound of phones clicking and cameras snapping followed immediately.

And by the time Sharpner accidentally crushed a punching bag mid session with a casual jab, it was trending.

A flashy breaking news segment lit up the screen:

"Mr. Satan's Daughter Training Like a Monster?! Friends Too?! Secret Martial Arts Cult?!"

Clips showed shaky gym footage: Erasa effortlessly repping 500KG, Videl shadowboxing with blinding speed, and Sharpner looking like a bronze titan.

Hercule Satan nearly dropped his microphone when he saw it.

"VIDEL! WHAT IN THE WORLD IS GOING ON?!" he shouted from his home theater. "ARE YOU IN A FIGHT CLUB?!"

Son House – Back in the Mountains

Videl stared at the screen as the news played, mouth twitching.

Erasa blinked. "Uh… oops?"

Sharpner winced. "It was a rest day too."

Gohan rubbed his forehead with a groan. "Now everyone's going to think you're the next World Tournament competitors…"

Goku chuckled. "Well, guess they're not wrong."

Chichi walked in, looked at the TV, then at them—and simply crossed her arms.

"…I said no training."

Everyone froze.

Even Goku flinched.