EDIT: Goku's power level is not correct to the current time period.

- May 5, 2019.

Alright everyone.

My New Life is a story that myself, Hunter, will go through life through the eyes of Son Gohan, in the DragonBall universe. The title is a work in progress, but let me know if it's fine as it is.

This new story will be a Self-Insert (SI) as said in the summary above.

I will be going through the storyline of Dragon Ball Z and there will be more slice of life chapters in between the arcs.

I have had an avoidance of these kinds of stories because I feel that they just aren't well executed or taken out of proportion, but this will further my motivation to make this story the best that it can be.

My New Life is going to be a long fanfiction as I am aiming for at least 5,000 words per chapter and there will be filler moments that I will include, but Dragon Ball movies will most likely not be included since this will be a canon dragon ball timeline (Although my presence will shift the timeline, so I guess it's not really canon, but the point is that there will likely be no movies).

This chapter will be an overview of my life and the overall setup of the story, but you will be getting a better grasp of who I am in this chapter going into the DragonBall universe.

Without further delay, let's get into this fanfiction that will change the timeline. The Gohan that shouldn't exist. The impact is unknown, but what is certain, is that the trials and tribulations of the young boy will be altered by the presence of one that should've never came to be.

"Talking" = Dialogue

'Thoughts' = Characters' thoughts

-MNL- = Transition between scenes

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Chapter 1


I'm dead.

It's a simple statement and yet I'm not going to question how I ended up at this moment in time, but I didn't expect it to happen so soon.

I knew I was always different from other people. I never really connected to people that I can honestly say that they understand me.

No one understands me.

Is that my fault? Maybe.

Would they understand if they did know about the real me? Probably not.

I put up a front, like most people do. It's a way to come off as normal, but even my methods are pushing what normal really is.

I don't really talk to people. Family, sure, but I don't like talking to others if I can help it.

I'm in my own world. A world where I feel completely at ease as my real life troubles wash away into nothingness.

Oh right. I'm dead. I don't exactly have real life troubles anymore, do I?

To say that I'm incredibly upset or scared would be a lie, of course I'm disappointed that I died, but I understand why it happened. It was my fault anyways. Scared is an emotion that I don't usually show, besides horror movies, I'm not really afraid of anything.

Nervous would be a more correct emotion.

What do I do now? There's nothing here.

No pearly white gates, no god, hell, even there's no satan or devil to greet me, although I feel that would be a little upsetting that I would deserve that sentence down under.

A black void. That's it.

It could be a never ending blackness that extends infinitely into the abyss, or it could be a pitch black room. I wouldn't know since I cannot move my body.

Every muscle in my body is stiff and I'm just standing still looking around unable to turn my head to get a full grasp of where I am.

Is this really what lies beyond life? Nothingness?

This isn't exactly what I imagined as resting in peace or resting from a long life.

I didn't live a long life at all. I died at the age of 19 and it was my stupidity that caused it.

I like to think that I'm a smart person, not in book smarts, but more in common sense and my ability to observe people around me.

But yet, I died in such an upsetting way. I didn't grow old with years of adventures and experiences under my belt, but my life was cut short by a mistake.

I was careless.

And it costed me everything.

My life wasn't anything spectacular or filled with excitement. It was rather boring to some, but that's what I liked.

I loved boring. It makes sense and I feel most at peace with the same thing everyday.

Wake up, go to class, come home, sit on the computer, and go to bed.

Every single day for as long as I can remember. Sure there were some changes like birthdays, beach trips, and seeing some movies in theaters, but other than that, it was a simple lifestyle.

One that I enjoyed very much. I smile internally as I cannot move my facial muscles.

I don't regret how I lived my life.

My family has been supportive through my endeavors mostly, but my mother always hated how much time I spent living my life in front of a computer screen.

Since I was 14 I can say that I spent most of the time in front of my computer and even longer in front of screen from console video games I used to play.

Most of my life was spent in front of screen.

In another world because this world was unenjoyable for me to live in.

Some would call me obsessed with gaming or that my mind was warping and it was the only thing I can think about.

My mother has said those words to me more times than I can count.

She was right about some points. I did greatly enjoy the games that I have played, but do I play the games out of pure enjoyment?

No. Not anymore at least.

I log-on to my computer everyday because it became routine. It's the action that I did more than anything else in my life that would only be exceeded by sleep every night, or morning. I do stay up sometimes playing without a care in the world.

I was careless. I truly did not care what happened to my life.

It's a depressing thought that I had no true ambition in the real world.

Every time I would come to that realization, I would brush it off and re-enter my own world where no one could bother me.

I felt safe and comfortable. It's what I knew best.

What felt like a lifetime ago was only just about a decade ago where I had friends in middle school.

Running around, playing tag on the play structure, soccer (yes, I'm american) at recess, and hanging out after school is a distant memory that I have been reminded of time and time again, but I'm not that person anymore. I don't believe that I will ever be that person anymore.

I am not the same as I used to be. It's as if my whole personality and who I have become did an entire flip in the opposite direction. Unemotional, mute, social outcast, a boy who became an adult who didn't want to grow up.

Many kids can't wait to become an adult and live their own lives. Sure, I want that—wanted that, but would I truly live? Or would I just work a 9 to 5 job that I despise only to come home to an empty apartment miserable and wishing that my life didn't suck this bad.

I'm not normal. I won't ever be normal, even if I wanted to.

I just think differently and have goals different than others.

But that's what makes us human, right? We can't all be the same. The definition of normal changes each generation, and maybe even faster than that.

Did I deserve death? Did I deserve for my life to be cut short before it truly began? I don't believe I have done enough evil to justify my judgement from god, or whoever or whatever decided to end my life abruptly.

I'm not a religious person. My family wasn't going to church on sundays, but I always believed that something or someone was out there. I just don't know what and I don't think I'll ever find out.

Thinking back on my final moments alive, I didn't exactly get to say anything. I was stunned and nervous because I knew I was dying. I just knew that I wouldn't survive.

I search further into the day that ended my life.

Everything was so normal for me.

Until it wasn't.


-MNL-


Another day of class. New chapters are assigned to the college students and I begin to pack up for the day. I couldn't be happier.

School was such a drag. I just want to unwind from the day but I still have a considerable walk of about a mile from my home.

My name is Hunter and this is how my day goes every iteration. I'm not exactly on the tall side and I have met people that are mostly my height or taller. At around 5'8 in height isn't tall by any means, and that was fine with me. It was average, and some would even call it below average height. That only works in my favor.

I have long since abandoned jeans way back in my sophomore year of high school. I'm not a freshman in college wearing sweatpants everyday since it's the most comfortable along with a short graphic T shirt. It's a Dragon Ball Z shirt showing Perfect Cell in the background as a super saiyan 2 Gohan unleashes a one-handed kamehameha with Goku supporting him as it illustrates the iconic scene from the Cell Saga. One of my personal favorite scenes and many can agree. This shirt is designed and shown from a frontal perspective so if anyone saw my shirt they would be blasted with the full might of an ascended super saiyan.

All jokes aside, the shirt will never see the light of day because of the fact that I'm wearing a pull-over hoodie above it. It's my absolute favorite.

It's a somewhat insulated hoodie that is meant for colder temperatures, but I wear it all the time. It's a massive collage of all the Dragon Ball Z characters, especially with a large image of a super saiyan 3 Goku on the front torso. All the characters shown beautifully on this hoodie that I can't help but wear it with pride. I have gotten comments about it in public before and I usually just respond with basic or generic answers. They usually don't press further than saying it's a cool hoodie, much to my delight. They've even as gone far as to say that they watched the new Dragon Ball Super: Broly movie, which is an incredible piece of art and I would have watched it multiple times in theaters if I had the money to. One time was enough for me and it was incredible to watch on opening night. My family obviously didn't go because it wasn't their type of movie which I can understand.

Last year in 2018, I watched the remastered versions of the Bardock special and the Gogeta fusion movie.

I love Dragon Ball Z. It's my absolute favorite.

I've watched all of Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, and Dragon Ball Super. I couldn't bring myself to watch GT, since I basically knew the gist of it from playing video games like the tenkaichi 1-3 series on PlayStation 2. I wish they'd remaster those games since they are gems. Don't get me wrong, I love what they did with Xenoverse and FighterZ, but they didn't feel the same. The tenkaichi series made you feel as if you are a part of the story and both those games have their own. It's not a bad thing to be different, but I will always think that they just won't live up to the gems that I grew up playing.

Dragon Ball GT wasn't bad, and I don't exactly understand why the fandom acts like it's the worst storyline ever made, and they may be right. It definitely doesn't live up to the big 3 storylines, but it wasn't bad. I enjoyed the creativity of the shadow dragons and the negative energy that the dragon balls accumulate and take form of actual dragons especially when Goku faces off with the four-star ball, Nova Shenron.

Super saiyan 4 was great. I love the look of the form and people have theorized it's not an actual super saiyan transformation, but a saiyan transformation instead. I honestly don't have an opinion on it since both sides hold some sort of merit.

The character Baby of the surviving Tuffle is something I thought was creative. I don't exactly understand how he took over bodies of the saiyans, and I don't really care enough to watch and find out.

I am content with Dragon Ball, Z, and Super. I may watch it in the futu—right, I'm still dead. Not the end of the world I suppose.

Enough with me fanboying over Dragon Ball, I walk out of the building of the college campus and begin to walk home. I turn on my wireless headphones and put on my playlist. The first song is You Say Run from the My Hero Academia anime. It's just an incredible song that gets you pumped up, not that I'd be doing anything exciting that day anyways. The song is just emotional and could really be applied to many animes and still feel like it belonged in that scene.

As I walk home I come to a stoplight that usually takes forever since it's a three-lane intersection, so I think about what I could do at home.

Watch the new dub episode of Dragon Ball Super? Find another new fanfiction to read? Probably the latter.

I'm a fanfiction junkie that has probably read hundreds of stories from My Hero Academia and Dragon Ball Z and I have been on the website for less than a year. Some stories were abandoned, but I still liked the idea and read it anyways. On the way home I usually think about how a story could be continued and how characters would interact with each other with their own voices in my head.

I even think about my own fanfictions that I could create, but I would likely be too lazy to write it since I want it to be perfect, but it would take a ton of time. I just wish that my thoughts would be translated to the computer and my life as a fanfiction writer would be immensely easier.

I am also a massive fan of What-if videos on YouTube. Some of my favorite users are MasakoX, Broku, Carthu's Dojo, and Plus Ultra Man. Listening to these alternate DragonBall realities was a breath of fresh air and I thoroughly enjoyed them. Maybe that would be an easier route than fanfiction writing? Maybe, but writing will allow you to further enhance the story you're trying to tell in the first place. It's an overall better experience to read in full detail than a video, but I love the What-if's anyways.

I notice that I am coming up to the 7-11 at the next intersection at the corner and I turn a left and it's just a straight path to my house, but it's still about a 10-20 minute walk give or take.

My Hero Academia is my second favorite anime because of the emotional scenes and the idea of heroes with quirks. The second episode is probably one of the best in the series. Izuku coming from nothing and still believing that he can be a hero is foolish to some, but he truly believes that he could do it. He is awarded with his heroic nature and given a chance to become a hero. I love all the characters, even the perverted Mineta has his moments.

I notice that I am approaching my old elementary school and I still see young kids playing on the structure that I used to do more than a decade ago. The play structure has been remodeled, but relatively the same as it once was all those years ago.

Much simpler times.

I finally make it home and I unlock the front door and step inside taking off my shoes and taking my bag into my room.

It wasn't a big house, but it wasn't too small either. I cannot complain.

It is a one-story house with two bedrooms and a bathroom. My brother had one room where he had his bed and PS4, along with my mother who had her own room.

Where's my room you ask? No, not my mom's basement. It's pretty close to that.

My room is in the garage, which is a poor excuse of a garage since it won't fit a car inside.

It was perfected for me and once you open the door from the kitchen leading inside you are immediately greeted with two posters of Fairy Tail and My Hero Academia. As I step down the few steps I turn left to my L-shaped desk with two monitors in the front and my laptop to me left. The washer and dryer are behind me and on the wall behind my laptop is a poster of Dragon Ball Super of the gods of universe 6 and 7 along with Goku and Vegeta.

I sit down in an old office chair and behind my laptop I can see my two Dragon Ball Super figurines of super saiyan blue vegeta and ultra instinct Goku. There's also a Bakugo figurine in his hero costume. I'm quite the fan even if I don't have too much memorabilia of the animes.

Loading up the fanfiction website and I begin to browse through all the recent updated stories searching for one to catch my interest. I just can't help myself since they are usually quite well-made or have an interesting plot or twist. Smutty fics to beautifully crafted stories that keeps you clicking to the next chapter, I love all of them. It captivates my attention that nothing else could.

I'm a writer myself and I don't have a whole lot of confidence in story structure or progression as I usually feel stumped when I get to a certain point in my stories. Getting a burst of motivation and excitement is usually what keeps me updating, but that doesn't always help in the large scale of things.

All of that doesn't matter anymore—my life, that is.

Not like I have one anymore.

The next day, in fact, is when my own story comes to a close.

And a new story...

begins.


-MNL-


Who knew my life would end this way?

I certainly didn't.

My life, as it stands, is over.

But why?

Well, it was a careless mistake.

I was so absorbed into my own world that I stopped listening to the one I was walking around in.

That would be my final mistake.

The one that costed me everything that I knew.


-MNL-


A day has passed.

Nothing out of the ordinary in my boring college classes.

I begin the same task of packing up my belongings and head outside to make the journey back home after another grueling day at class.

I'm beat.

Cramned lectures and finals coming up is never fun. Price of having more free time on my hands than regular high school 7 hour days.

I wait at the light once again in my same attire as the day before, except I'm sporting camo sweatpants this time around. The walk sign indicates that I'm free to walk across the street as the red stoplight halts the cars to my immediate left, but fate had other plans for me.

A single car—truck, specifically decides that it will wait for no light and get to his destination swiftly, wherever that may be. The car picks up speed trying to get across the intersection without getting hit by the middle lane turning cars as it is their turn to proceed.

I am, of course, wearing my headphones with my hood up listening to the same song as before taking my first step in the street. Apparently the electrical box pole is blocking the driver's line of sight on me as he doesn't slow down until it was too late.

I take my second step into the street proceeding forward, but I never take my third.

The truck is going around 50 miles per hour (80 kph) and bashes into my body.

Immediate injuries is a dislocated and possibly shattered arm and following that is the whiplash as my neck immediately jerks to the left, causing who knows what injuries to my spine. After that a few broken ribs on my left side, and if you thought that was bad enough, I still have to fall to the ground hitting the right side of my head in a loud thud. No doubt in my mind that it is cracked open, but I couldn't think.

Everything hurt, until it didn't. That's a bad sign as I'm likely in shock. My body instinctively trying to protect myself from the injuries and muting my pain receptors from reaching my body.

It's a weird feeling. In this moment, I am scared. I should be feeling the most excruciating pain imaginable, but I'm not.

I feel numb. Nothingness.

Crowds begin to form and people get out of their cars and a few call 911, and I hear distance murmurs around me, not fully understanding what's happening, but I already had somewhat an idea.

I'm dying.

I may have only a few moments left. The damage and swelling in my brain could kill me at any given time.

Is this really how it ends? My whole life wasn't very remarkable or that I have even achieved very much, but I mean come on, really?

But I guess that's how life goes.

You make a mistake and you get punished.

Maybe if I wasn't so absorbed in my own head, I could have stopped and heard the truck picking up speed and not even step out in the street in the first place.

I was careless. I keep saying it over and over again, but it's true.

Truly.

Careless.

Some would blame the driver—in fact, probably everyone would blame the driver for running the red light like a damn fool, but I couldn't bring myself to think that way.

I'm in this position because of my own choices.

And will I die because of it? Yes, probably.

Life flashes before my eyes and I always used to scoff at the thought of it because I didn't believe it to be real. How wrong I am about that.

Early childhood memories that I have long since forgotten, ones that I couldn't for the life of me remember until this moment. Early years of christmas celebrations, birthdays, family outings, hanging out with elementary school friends. Memories I have made online and truly nostalgic moments that I truly felt happy and content with my life. I saw the recent memories of how depressed and unhappy my life has become in the last four years.

How could my life have taken such a dramatic turn from being high on life before high school and after high school feeling that I have nothing to live for. No goals, ambitions, aspirations.

No hope.

Nothingness.

That's what my life has ended.

I didn't do anything with my life.

I went to school, watched anime, played video games, ate, slept, and died.

It's almost laughable. No marriage, no job promotions, no retirement.

No peace.

Just an early death that I have caused because of my carelessness.

The last moments of my life are here.

I crack one eye open with what strength left that I posses to look up at the sky.

It's a beautiful day. Not a cloud in sight. My home city is known for its constant rain and poor weather, but today is one of the few select days that it's actually nice out.

Is this the world mocking me?

Trying to tell me what I'll be missing out on when I die?

Maybe. But I don't have time to ponder that question as I feel my eyelids getting heavy every second that goes by.

I see a few men in white uniforms over my body that I can only assume to be paramedics. Their mouths move with distressed looks on their eyes.

They know it too.

I can't hear what they're saying, but I know it is words of encouragement to help me hold on grasping at whatever strength I have left.

I don't have any. It's all gone.

And with that.

I close my eyes uncontrollably for the last time.

I won't wake up this time.

This is my last rest.

My death.


-MNL-


I open my eyes surprisingly.

I am confused at where I am, but then I remember and everything came hurling back into reality.

Oh right, I'm dead.

Is this the afterlife?

There's nothing here.

Pitch black void is all my eyes can see.

It's terrifying for a moment until I calm down shortly after.

I try to move, but I ultimately cannot move a finger.

The pitch blackness swiftly changes to a beautiful sight.

Colors of blue purple and black all mix together seeing what seems to be galaxies and stars.

It's truly breathtaking as I gaze at the view in front of me.

Am I in space?

That's impossible. I'm dead, furthermore, it feels as if I'm standing on solid ground.

"I'm sorry to burst your bubble of thoughts, but yes, you are still dead". A voice behind me suddenly states in a soothing voice. I recognize that voice instantly. The soft tone, the elegance, and overall calm demeanor of that voice.

I turn around slowly as I'm able to move, not believing my ears.

The image I see before is a tall man with feminine-like features. He is blue, a lighter shade mind you, with white hair that seems to be gravity-defying, sticking up, wearing an attire that I know all too well. It's traditional angelic clothing accompanied by his staff.

"Whis". I softly spoke finally finding my voice. I assume he didn't hear me, but due to his exceptional hearing, he does.

Whis is taken back slightly, wondering how this mortal knows who he is. That is quite concerning, but he keeps his cool.

"Oh? You seem to know me, Hunter. Not many beings can say that. May I ask how do you know who I am?" He asks tilting his head to the side genuinely curious. 'No one outside of the gods should know who I am, but yet this chosen one does? Perhaps this really is the one'. Whis ends that thought preparing for this young one's answer.

"I, um… That's pretty hard to explain," I begin to think wildly thinking how I could explain that I have watched a series including him on my computer screen, "I think it would be easier if you could see through my memories. It's a complicated answer". I say respectively since I am practically a nobody and that's concerns me as to why I am getting a visit from a fictional character in, space? Who knows.

"Yes, I have the ability to sift through your memories with your permission, of course". Whis states indirectly asking me. I nod to him and he closes the small distance between us as he point his staff above my head closing his eyes. A few seconds go by and he brings back his staff smiling.

"Ah, so that's how you know me. I have to say, that I am quite intrigued to the idea that your dimension has a animated series about another universe, it's spot on too. This is just a bonus". Whis smiles and on the inside he is practically jumping in joy as he hit the jackpot. Lord Beerus would be quite pleased.

"A bonus? I'm not sure what's happening here". I ask honestly confused at this whole situation.

"Sorry. I got a little too excited for my own good. I was looking through many alternate dimensions for candidates". Whis explains.

"Candidates?" I ask once again.

"Yes, candidates to see who is worthy of being reincarnated into this universe that will someday give Lord Beerus a challenge. Ultimately to entertain him". Whis chuckles.

I gulp audibly.

"I don't I could ever pose a challenge to him. That's quite a tall request. Are you saying that I am a candidate?" I soon realize Whis is referring to me giving him a challenge. What a joke.

"Yes. I have looked through many dimensions of time and you are the most qualified person for this job. You are different than the populace of humans that you come from. I get a strong vibe of righteousness and justice that I have never seen before. You think things through and ultimately have a drive to become strong". Whis begins to list my qualities.

I would laugh right then and there If I wasn't scared of being disrespectful.

Me, righteousness and justice? I can't believe it. I don't believe it. Also, a desire to be strong? That may be correct in a sense of wishing I could be like Goku or Vegeta, but I don't have a desire to be strong. Just wishful thinking that some would call foolish.

"I wouldn't call it foolishness. It's admirable that you think highly of them and I know if you were given the chance you would be as strong as them if not stronger". Whis states as my heart sank into my stomach.

He can read my mind? Well I guess that makes sense.

"I can, but I had to use a little bit of effort to get through your mental wall. I saw into your past that you have quite the strong mental fortitude". Whis compliments me.

My ego inflated considerably. Whis had to use effort to get through?

"Don't get too hopeful, though. I only used about a millionth of a percent to get through". Whis quickly destroying any bit of pride I had.

I deadpan at this statement. Right. I didn't know why I thought that he used a considerable amount of effort.

"Still. Effort is effort, no matter how small it is. Now, I have a proposition for you, Hunter". Whis announces.

My heart rate picks up a bit.

"Proposition?" I ask.

"I will reincarnate you within this multiverse under the condition that you will become strong and train as hard as you can until Lord Beerus wakes up after the whole fiasco with Majin Buu". Whis practically encouraging me to say yes. "Either that or you go back and to your proper resting place". He concludes.

I panic. Not wanting this opportunity to be squandered. The chance to live in the Dragon Ball universe? That's basically a dream come true. The years of wishing to be here rather than in my own world finally coming into fruition. I would cry if I could, but it takes a lot for me to go into a full emotional episode.

"No, no. I gladly accept your proposition, Lord Whis". I say in a panicked tone.

"There's no need for Lord, Hunter. You can simply continue calling me Whis". Whis briefly laughs and smiles.

I straighten up quickly.

"So, will I be reincarnated randomly, or something like that?" I ask looking up at him. I never really noticed his height until now.

"That was what I was planning to do, but since your dimension has knowledge of this multiverse's existence, I would like to give you the choice". Whis offers changing the scenery to show all twelve universes as we stand in the middle.

I get to choose what universe as well, it seems? I look at him and he nods.

I can't help but feel there is a wrong answer at this request. I'm obviously not going to choose the humans from universe 7 since they don't hold a ton of potential to rival Lord Beerus' power.

I also don't want to choose a fighter like Jiren because I know almost nothing about him aside from a vague backstory. Choosing a girl is out of the question. I don't want to switch genders and I would be weirded out since I would remember my past life. The universe 6 saiyans hold potential, yes, but I would rather stick to my roots.

"Oh, I forgot to mention, but I can't help but realize that, My Hero Academia, anime is actually in this multiverse and it belongs to universe 5". Whis interrupts my thoughts.

Wow, really? Who could've known that? They didn't fight in the tournament of power, but they exist there? I wonder why that is. Oh… I feel dumb. They were exempt from the tournament.

So much for thinking things through, right?

But on a more serious note, becoming someone like Izuku Midoriya, or All Might? I'm not too excited on being bullied my whole life or Toshinori's background being somewhat of a mystery still.

Tempting, but I think I will stick to universe 7.

I think I have my answer.

Becoming Goku would be incredibly, dragon ball adventures, the red ribbon army, journey in the afterlife. All exciting to think about, but I don't think I could play his character too well. I am not out there and happy go lucky isn't exactly my style.

Son Gohan.

That's my answer. I relate to him the most and I believe I can rise up to the plate as his expectations will be high.

I don't like how he falls off the wagon after the Cell saga, but I believe this time around I can do justice for that character. Be the Gohan everyone was expecting him to be.

Strong.

He picks it up around the tournament of power, but still… I don't like where his character has ended up, and I'd like to show the universe of the power of Gohan and his finest.

Whis hearing my thoughts grins widely knowing that, Gohan, would be my choice before he even gave me the offer.

"Very well. You have made your decision. I wish you lucky, Hunter. From this day forward you will be named, Son Gohan. The protector of the multiverse. The next time you wake up is when your journey begins. Until I see you again, Gohan". Whis announces as his staff glows.

"The next time I wake u—?" I disappear and everything goes black.


-MNL-


I open my eyes slowly as I feel that I am laying in a bed, immediately noticing that I have an incredibly small body as I look up raising my small chubby arms.

So I'm really Gohan, huh? Well I can't know for certain and I turn my head and I instantly remember this room.

This is the scene where Goha—where I am named. I guess I have to play my part.

"How about Einstein!" Chichi exclaims.

My new mother. That's scary to think about and I get a gut wrenching feeling and since I can't hold my emotions well because of my still developing half-saiyan brain, I cry.

"He hates it, Chichi". Ox King points out.

My grandfather. My grandpa died when I was around 12 and I don't remember him too well, but I knew he was a smoker and that was about it.

"I don't see you trying to come up with anything". My… mother says, still unnerved at referring to her as my mom. It will take sometime to get used to. She picks me up and holds me close to her chest and it feels quite strange to be in this position. I have no idea how long it's been since I've been picked up, obviously very small. It feels oddly comforting and I just sit there and think.

How does my family feel right now? I don't know how long I have been gone in that time. It could be a few hours or a few years. I can't help but feel a pang of guilt as I am excited to have this opportunity while they are most likely mourning.

Only more of a reason to do my absolute best with this chance to become something more than some loser sitting in my office chair wasting away my life. This is my only shot.

"I have a few names I came up," Ox King grabs a piece of paper that actually extends to the floor, "Ox jr, Oxford, Young Ox, Ox man". My grandfather kept going on and I frown at those generic names.

I yell out, no, but since I am unable to form words yet, it sounds as if I started crying again with a frown on my face.

"He doesn't like that either, dad". Chichi points out.

All three of them sit there while I lay in the crib.

My dad, Goku. God that sounds awesome saying that in my mind.

"I think I'm going to go get something to eat". Goku states getting up while Ox King and Chichi are quite upset at this statement.

"You can't just leave your unnamed son here, Goku!" Chichi exclaims.

"At least, think of one!" Ox King asks hovering over Goku.

"One?" Goku has a serious expression on his face.

They both match his expression and nod.

One?" Goku stands up with more intensity.

They both smile and nod again.

Goku's expression changes and widely smiles laughing.

"Well, sure, but can we eat first?" He asks.

They both fall over comically.

"You're hungry?! How can you think about food when your son is laying there without a name! Surely you've been raised by Gohan in the woods better than that!" My mother yells.

I laugh out loud before thinking as I remember this scene well and I always found this scene comedic. I'm also going to have to get used to her loud screeches since she has these episodes sometimes.

My grandfather notices me laughing and realizes that I laughed at the name Gohan and he says it again.

"Gohan". Ox King states.

I tried to say yes while smiling but my baby body just laughs wildly smiles and laughing. Damn my body is not doing what I want.

Both Goku and Chichi notice this and walks over.

"I think he likes the name Gohan". Ox King states.

I tried to say something again and the same result occurs. I guess my mind and body aren't yet in sync since I cannot fully control my emotions yet.

I really hope this doesn't become a problem in the future.

"Ohhh. Grandpa's dragon ball. He really wants his name". Goku smiles at honoring his grandpa by giving his name to his son.

"Is that right, Gohan? Do you want that name?" Goku picks me up and raises me up.

I laugh and smile at the sudden movement and being held by my new dad.

Not that I knew my real dad anyways. This will be a different experience for me.

"Your name is now Gohan!" Goku exclaims and all three of them smile at my betraying giggling body.

I am glad I didn't mess that up. It's just a name, but it's everything to me and I had to keep the same name. It holds a lot of meaning and I am proud to be Gohan.

I already have some ideas of how I could change the current timeline since I have only about 4 and a half years until Raditz show up and I have to use my time effectively or else I won't grow as much as I could.

This will be a hard path and I don't know how much progress I will make from the original timeline, but damn, I won't give up. I can't.

This world, this Earth will know a new Gohan. A Gohan that wasn't meant for this world, but that's okay. I will prove myself. I won't be the Gohan that will grow up to be an overambitious scholar, or a scared child who cowers in the face of evil. I know what happens. I will be the strongest in the universe. The Gohan that was supposed to be. The saiyan half-breed warrior. Gohan!

My journey here, in this multiverse, begins.

Now.


Damn that was a journey itself to write all that.

I hope you enjoyed this prologue chapter and there will be more to come. It could have been boring to read into my life a bit, but I hope I at least made it somewhat entertaining to read.

As I said before, this fic will be quite long and it will go through the storyline and as you can tell, no GT in this fanfiction.

Let me know your feedback or any suggestions to the story and I will answer all your reviews.

Thank you for reading.

I was inspired by the story: That time I reincarnated as Goten. I loved how it is executed and I want to do my own take on this kind of story.

I will also do power level scaling but I cannot be completely accurate, but I will do my absolute best.

Until next time.

Power Levels:

Goku: 325 (Not Suppressed)

Gohan: 1 (Normal)


April 30th, 2019.