It happened on an ordinary morning, but you had no idea how much it would flip the script.

You’d been sparring recently, and during a break, you casually mentioned, “You know, Videl, shorter hair might actually be better for fighting. Less to get in your face.”

You thought nothing of it. Just practical advice.

The next day, you walked into the living room—only to freeze.

There she was.

Videl.

Wearing your oversized shirt that swallowed her frame, sleeves rolled up, and those classic black geek glasses perched just right on her nose.

But what truly stopped you cold was her hair.

Gone were the long pigtails.

Instead, she rocked a cropped version of your Saiyan hairstyle—spiky, fierce, and completely new on her. It framed her flushed cheeks perfectly, giving her an intense yet adorably nerdy look.

She stood there, cheeks slightly pink, hands nervously twisting the hem of your shirt, eyes locked on you like a challenger waiting for judgment.

“I—uh…” she started, then bit her lip, “So… what do you think?”

It was clear she wanted your honest opinion—maybe a little approval, maybe a little reassurance.

You blinked, heart skipping.

Because not only had she taken your advice seriously, she’d gone full-on Saiyan chic—and you were definitely impressed.