So…after some deep thinking, I decided to rewrite the whole entire fanfiction. Why? Because I wrote this when I was 16, and it wasn't bad for a 16 year old, but it could be better. I decided just to do the whole thing over, making more sense than the previous Low Mans Lyrics. I will, hopefully, make the chapters the same. There will be changes, but I want to make the story a lot more sense.
An example is Gohan's lungs. The way I wrote it…it sucked. So with the revision, it has more of an explanation so it makes more sense. Hopefully my followers will still enjoy Low Mans Lyrics, but better written.
I know there are For the Sake of My Child, and Stranger, and yes…there are new chapters. I just have to look at my email…which has 927 unread messages…with new chapters…somewhere. Let me know what you guys think.
Still do not own DBZ.
The weather always seemed nicer once the bad guys have been defeated. It was sunny with a soft breeze, and a young Gohan sat on the edge of the Lookout. The battle with Cell was hard, and he almost lost his arm during battle. In the end, with the help of his father, Gohan was able to defeat Cell. All they had to do now was wish Goku back, and everyone can live at peace once more.
The sky began to darken. Gohan looked over and watched as Shenron emerged from the seven Dragonballs. No matter how many times Gohan has seen Shenron he was always shock with his size. Something that big coming out of something so small was extraordinary.
"You have awoken me," Shenron spoke as his voice echoed through the skies. "What are your wishes?"
Krillin stepped up and spoke.
"We wish for all the people Cell killed back to life."
Shenron's eyes glowed.
"It is done," he said as his eyes went back to normal.
Gohan was already planning the fun adventures that he and his father could do. Most of his life was fighting battles, and now he couldn't wait to just be a kid. First thing on Gohan's mind, and probably his father as well, was a nice home cooked meal. They can sit, eat, and be a normal family.
Well…maybe not so normal as most families on the planet.
Krillin cleared his throat.
"We also wish for Son Goku to come back to life." Krillin was quite proud announcing the wishes.
"Hey! Don't I get a word in this?" Everyone looked around.
"Goku is that you," Krillin asked. "Where are you?"
"I'm with King Kai," Goku's voice said. "I've been thinking about this while I was here. I've noticed that the bad guys always come because I'm around."
'That's not true,' Gohan shouted in his mind.
"I decided that I'll stay dead so the Earth can be at peace. I don't want anymore bad guys coming to this planet because of me."
Gohan could not believe what he was hearing. His father wanted to stay dead? But what about being a family? What about his mother? Did he not really care about his family?
The thoughts and dreams Gohan had in his head vanished. He would home alone, studying, and his mother would be distraught. When Namck exploded, everyone thought Goku was dead. Gohan remembered his mother being so distant, and kept Gohan more into his studies than spending time with him. She would fake a smile, but he could hear the tears at night.
No.
He could not go through it again. He could not be studying for the rest of his life. He didn't want to be ignored anymore. If his father doesn't care about his family then why should he?
The Dragonballs went their separate ways. Everyone on the Lookout was disappointed, but at the same time they were relaxed. For once, at least for a while, they were at peace. Piccolo looked over where Gohan was sitting and noticed him gone. Miria noticed it too, and walked over to Piccolo.
"I hope he's okay," Miria said looking at the empty spot.
"He's been through a lot, even before Cell," Piccolo said. "He probably went home to be with his mother. It will be hard for both of them for the time being."
"Gohan's tough." Miria smiled. "He'll be back on his feet in no time."
"I'll check on him tonight to make sure he's okay," Piccolo said walking near the edge. Miria followed. "For some reason I have this sick feeling in my stomach."
Miria looked at Piccolo with some concern. He too felt something wrong, but he hoped that it was nothing to worry too much about.
He was wrong.
When Piccolo went to check on Gohan Chi-Chi said that he never came home. Days passed, soon weeks, and Gohan was no where to be found. His ki could not be found either, and everyone feared the worst. Years passed, and Gohan was no where to be found. Still…everyone had hope that he was around.
Vegeta watched as the microwave cooked some leftovers. He was home alone, and hungry. The TV was heard faintly in the background, talking about places to visit. Vegeta didn't care for places to visit. He was more concerned on training his son to be stronger.
"And here we have Seymour, owner of the new bar Kamehamea that's opening tonight." the reporter said on the TV. Vegeta's head perked up.
"Why the hell would someone name a bar after Kakorot's attack," Vegeta questioned out loud.
"How did you get the name for the bar," the reporter asked. The camera panned over to Seymour. He had a shaved head with some stubble growing on top. He also had some on his face, and he was heavy but fit. He reminded Vegeta of Zarbon in his true form, just balder and less turquoise. In the background there were four other guys, trying to put up a banner.
"We," Seymour said as he pointed to the four men in the back, "wanted a name that stood out. Owen over here was watching old Cell Games videos and we got a few names there."
"And it's easy to spell," Owen said from the back. He was slim, but his brown hair was all over the place. The three other guys were doing rock, paper and scissors.
"And who are those four gentlemen in the back," the reporter asked. The camera zoomed into the four men.
"That is the Kamehameha's official band," Seymour said proudly.
"Ha! I got rock I win!" Vegeta watched as the one with the short spiky hair cheered. He was wearing a leather jacket with a white t-shirt underneath. "I am not putting up that banner."
"You cheated Boss," said the other band mate. His hair was shorter, dirty blonde, and he was shorter than the other band mates.
"Deal with it Ziggy. You can't cheat in rock, paper, scissors!"
"Well someone has to go on the ladder and hang the banner." The fourth member had medium hair. He had bangs across his forehead and his dark brown hair cut just above his neck. "I'm afraid of heights, and I do not like that ladder at all."
"You fell off it once Moth," Owen said placing the ladder up against the wall. "I'll put the banner up since all of you are cowards!"
Owen climbed up the ladder. Vegeta noticed something about the guy in the leather jacket. He was eyeing the ladder, thinking. As Seymour was trying to talk about the band, Vegeta watched as the guy in the leather jacket, Boss, kicked the ladder. Owen fell and landed with a hard thud. The reporter was too busy interviewing Seymour that she didn't even notice the commotion in the back. Owen got up and glared at Boss. Boss put his arms up in defense, then looked over at Ziggy and pointed to him. Ziggy was laughing with Moth, and soon Owen began to chase them.
Seymour looked behind him and saw Owen chasing Ziggy and Moth. He glared over at Boss, with the ladder by his feet, and Boss just shrugged his shoulders.
The reporter smiled weakly.
"They are quite an interesting group of people," she said. "And their name came from Cell videos as well?"
"Owen likes martial arts, and he was looking back at old Tournament footage." Seymour let out a sigh. "They picked Masiko, because they are idiots."
"They are idiots," Vegeta said turning off the television. He walked over to the microwave to retrieve his food. He looked back at the TV. "Since I have nothing better to do I think I'll go to that poorly named bar and see the idiots in the band."
"Videl! Videl! Videl!"
Videl looked up at her friend, Erasea. Videl had blue eyes, and black hair in pink-tails. Her friend, Erasea, was a blonde with short hair.
"What now Erasea," Videl said, not pleased her friend woke her up from her nap.
"There's this new place that's opening tonight, and the band there is extremely hot!" Erasea shoved a green flyer in front of Videl's face. "I heard they're all single, and we need to get ourselves some new boyfriends!"
Videl grabbed the flyer and read it.
Come to the Kamehameha, cause it's new and cool and the band members are hot!
One, it was written in black marker. Two, there was a poorly drawn picture of the bar with Kamehameha spelled Hamehameka.
"Where did you get this flyer," Videl asked.
"It was taped in the hallway," Erasea answered. "There's so many so I grabbed one."
Videl rolled her eyes and got up from the desk. Once she exited the classroom she noticed green flyers everywhere, two or three taped on every locker, and many more taped on the walls and windows.
"Someone's been busy," Videl mumbled as she walked to her locker. She noticed three flyers tapped on her locker. She saw one where it actually had the picture of the band. It was a serious picture. Three people were holding guitars and one with drum sticks. Videl noticed a cat sitting on the one guitarist shoulder. "He's actually pretty cute."
"Then where going! I'm so happy you decided to come!" Erasea said out of nowhere. She hugged Videl and skipped down the hallway.
"Wait! I never said I was going!"
Vegeta stood in line for the opening of the bar. He was right near the entrance, since someone was "kind" enough to give Vegeta their spot. There was a mix group of people in line from older teens to old adults. Vegeta's patience was wearing thin. He hated waiting in line.
Vegeta noticed Boss sticking his head out the door. He was looking down the line with a stern look on his face. For a moment he and Vegeta locked eyes. Boss soon disappeared behind the door.
'What's his problem,' Vegeta thought. People were starting to enter the building. 'About time they let us in.' Vegeta began to walk forward with the crowd. He stopped dead in his tracks. 'Why the hell was he looking at me?'
"Move it buddy," someone said behind Vegeta.
Bad idea there buddy.
Vegeta turned around and shot a ki blast in front of the guy's feet.
"I will take my damn time if I want to," Vegeta yelled. "Anything else you want to say to me?"
The guy was shaking as he looked at the hole on the ground.
"Uh…no. P-please t-take your time." He weakly smiled, then ran out of line.
Vegeta felt someone grab his arm and pull him away. His back was turned, and couldn't see who grabbed him. Whoever it was had a strong grip on him.
Vegeta saw the inside of the bar. There were tables, and the bar itself was fully stocked. Seymour was behind the counter taking drink orders with a well endowed woman helping him. There was a stage with guitars and drums on it, and a microphone lying on the ground.
Soon he was pulled into another room. He saw an old couch in the middle of it, and a couple of speakers on the ground. There were empty pizza boxes and beer bottles lying around, and a few random chairs. There was another door partly open revealing a toilet.
The sound of a door slamming returned Vegeta back to reality. He looked over at the door and noticed Boss leaning his one hand on the door. There was a sigh, and Boss turned around to face Vegeta.
"Please do not try and kill the customers," he said rather frustrated, yet almost in a panic. "Now there's a hole in the ground, and if people trip and fall we're held responsible."
"It's not my fault your customers are assos," Vegeta snapped back. "He was rude first!"
Boss took a deep breath.
"I am asking you kindly to not kill the people in line. We want these people to drink and be happy, and have a nice time here."
"The bar name sucks."
"I didn't choose it."
"Your band name sucks."
"Sorry Galactic Gun wasn't chosen as a band name."
There was awkward moment of silence in the room. It was interrupted with Boss slapping himself in the forehead, mumbling a few curse words, and trying to escape through the door. Sadly, Vegeta was there with his arm stretched out blocking the door.
"Did you really get the names from videos, or from somewhere else," Vegeta asked.
"You know…internet," Boss said as his words trailed off. Vegeta wasn't buying it.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Just your average Joe."
"Average my ass!"
Vegeta threw a punch at Boss's face. Boss quickly ducked out of the way, and saw Vegeta aim another punch at his stomach. Boss quickly caught it with his hands. Vegeta tripped Boss on the ground and aim another punch at Boss. Boss quickly jumped out of the way and landed on the couch. Pissed off, Vegeta threw a ki blast at Boss.
Boss quickly threw one back, and the two ki blasts hit each other. Both exploded in the air leaving nothing but smoke, and part of the ceiling were missing. Boss looked at the ceiling and pouted.
"Seymour is going to kick my ass," he said. He looked over at Vegeta, who was getting quite angry.
"That's it," Vegeta yelled as he turned into a super saiyan. "Now you really pissed me off!"
"Shit!" Vegeta made a fist and lunged towards Boss. "Vegeta stop!" Vegeta froze in mid air. His fist was barely touching Boss's nose. "There's no need to go super saiyan on my ass. Let's talk like normal people…well…almost normal people."
Vegeta went back to normal and placed his feet back on the ground. Boss wiped some sweat off his forehead as he pulled a chair to sit on. Vegeta stood there, arms folded with a scowl on his face.
"How do you know my name," Vegeta growled. "And how did you know I turned into a super saiyan?"
Boss looked at Vegeta.
"How else would I know Vegeta," Boss said looking away.
"Are you one of Dr. Gero's androids," Vegeta yelled. "Because I am about ready to kill you!"
"No no no!" Boss put his hands up in front of him. "I'm not like 16, 17 and 18! I was there for that battle, and I made Cell upchuck 18, and I saw her the other day and she looks damn good. I still don't know why she was hanging out with Krillin."
Boss, not paying much attention to what's around him, got punched in the face. He fell backwards on the chair. He quickly stood back up holding his cheek.
"Where the hell have you been all this time," Vegeta yelled. "Do you know how much crap I had to put up with looking for your pathetic ass? Every damn day all I hear is 'how much I miss Gohan' and 'I wonder where Gohan is now?'"
"Was it that bad," Boss asked rubbing his cheek. "Ouch. You could have hit me with less strength."
"You deserved it Gohan!"
"It's Boss now."
"I'm going straight to your parents and tell them where you are!"
"Vegeta don't," Gohan yelled. The room went silent. "I'm better where I am now, and I like the life I have. I don't want to go back."
"I'll keep your pathetic little secret if you tell me why you left in the first place," Vegeta said. He was calm now, but seemed to anger Gohan a little.
"If Goku doesn't care about family then why should I?" Vegeta was slightly taken back. "When he defeated Frezia I was stuck at home taking care of my mother. How did she repay me? She made me study, do homework, gave me tutors from hell to keep up with my studies. I was locked up in the house for my safety while she went out. If Goku really cared about family then he would have stayed when we tried and wish him back in the first place. I refuse to be locked out of the world and taking the blame because of Goku."
Vegeta turned around towards the door.
"I'll keep your secret," he said reaching for the door knob, "only because we share the same hatred towards your father."
Gohan let out a sigh of relief.
"Thanks Veggie-chan." Vegeta turned around.
"What did you call me?"
"…Veggie-chan?"
Vegeta turned back around. He pointed his finger at Gohan.
"We share a common interest. That doesn't make us friends."
"But Veggie-chan," Gohan said with a pout. "I want us to have a special relationship. You can call me B-chan if you want."
"I refuse!"
"I'll give you free drinks."
Vegeta paused. He huffed and walked away. That counts as a yes…right?
Better? Worse? Hope you enjoyed the New Low Mans Lyrics.
