Super Dragon Ball: Paradise Hysteria

Brain Over Brawn

Videl and Trunks looked at each other from the top of a tall Central City skyscraper. The teen adopted a balanced fighting stance while Trunks opened himself up with an offensive one. Videl had taught the preschooler all about the importance of stances and how much they played into the mind games of a martial arts bout, though she had a feeling that this lesson entirely flew over her pupil's head. It was tough to teach someone who thought they were leagues above your level, so Videl had to teach Trunks the only way he would take her seriously–through sparring.

Trunks took off, blitzing toward Videl like a hypersonic missile, cutting through the immense layers of clouds and shattering windows with the tunneling air pressure forming around him, but his charging fist only sliced through a vanishing afterimage trail. Videl appeared in Trunks' field of vision rolling through the air, directly above him as she drove a flip kick into his side and staggered him, in the same way, she opened him up.

The young lady vanished again, shooting in from the side with a flying kick, yet Trunks thrust his arms forward and shot out a Ki wave. It only dispersed another afterimage while Videl rocked the boy in the back of his head and sent him rolling and scrambling through the skies above Central City. The martial artist pressed her advantage, delivering a flying knee that Trunks blocked, then rolled with her right arm aiding her balance, sweeping both legs and tripping Trunks up. A roundhouse backhand slam sent Trunks flying while Videl spun through the air and crashed into him with a flying kick that escalated Trunks' flight.

An elbow strike from above made Trunks aim his arms up and let out a Ki wave that crashed with Videl's elbow and detonated after a brief power struggle. Videl scrambled behind Trunks and pummeled him with a chained barrage of standard karate-style punches, kneed him in the stomach, then vanished behind him and kicked Trunks away to slam through the trees and crash into the wild prairie nearby Central City where their intense sparring session transported to. Videl panted her shirt and her skirt, calling it quits with a hand gesture.

"That's not fair!" Trunks emerged from the trees with branches sticking out from his hair and a whimpering gesture of a spoiled and whiny brat. "I'm way stronger than you and faster!"

"That may be so, but I don't need to see you move if I know every move you'll make. That's why you need to learn how to fight rather than just tighten your muscles all the time," Videl waved her finger.

"I thought that was what we were doing all the time we were training!" Trunks threw a fit, throwing his arms up.

"Well, it's clear that you're not taking our lessons seriously. I don't teach you how to fight for you to sneer and make fun of me, treat me like my lessons are just cute nonsense you have to sit through while in a sparring match you ignore everything I've taught you," Videl scolded the boy.

"I'm... Sorry..." Trunks sniffed. "I didn't mean to make you mad. I just... I've never actually had to work hard to learn things. Fighting and science just sort of came naturally to me. And... I didn't want to hurt your feelings too. I just... Acted how I always do during training."

"With Vegeta-san..." Videl sighed in realization. Trunks nodded while wiping his sniffles with the back of his hand and scrubbing his tears away. "Well, what works with your father won't work with anyone else. You shouldn't treat other people the way your father treats them. You should try being more honest and truer to yourself around people you care about. I'm sure that your father wouldn't want you to copy him, either."

"Alright," Trunks nodded before clenching his tiny knuckles together. "I didn't brush your lessons off, Videl! Look..." the young man began channeling his Ki with a loud grunt before striking a wide-open, flashy pose. "Let's go... Afterimage!" he yelled out, forming a dozen of see-through clones of himself while the real Trunks used his incredible speed to vanish and shift in between the clones, becoming nearly untraceable in their midst because of his speed of movement.