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I'm back with the story. It's been a while but here it is.
Disclaimer: I don't own Dbz or any of the characters.

Italics = Flashbacks.

Prologue.

Sunlight.

The warmth of the sun on your skin. I have never really focused on that warmth. I have always taken it for granted, I guess. The soft breeze lightly touching my skin.

Gohan let out a breath and closed his eyes. He pushed the sheets off him and took a deep breath. "Did I just dream everything or did it really happen?" Gohan asked as he looked sideways.

Vegeta was staring up at the ceiling. He glanced in Gohan's way. "Do you really want an answer to that question?" He asked.

A small smirk appeared on Gohan's face. "No." He answered as he looked up again.

I can lie here in the grass for hours. It's soothing. I need that once in a while. My fingers curl around the grass, slowly crushing some and almost pulling out others. I just do not care.

I can now enjoy just lying here. I probably would not even notice these feelings if I would not have lost them for a while. During my trip to hell I noticed how it feels to not feel anything. It sounds strange and it feels even stranger. I could not feel anything. Just pain and numbness. I could not even feel my first kiss. I still wonder how it feels. I got my next first kiss on planet Earth so I do know how it feels now. But that first kiss was with Videl. I will never know how the first kiss with Kanara will feel. I tried to feel something in hell but it did not work.

Videl. I like her so much. She is strong and independent. She is an amazing fighter. Since I started training her she has gotten so strong. She still wants to beat me one day. I never really showed her how strong I really am so I will just let her think that she might be able to beat me. She has been trying to convince me into entering competitions but I have no interest in winning competitions. I know I will win. Unless Vegeta enters. Oh, he would love that. Another reason why I will not enter those competitions. Vegeta will probably enter too. He will never pass up an opportunity to challenge me. And then look what will happen: movie cameras taking in our fight at high speed. Vegeta already killed several paparazzi when they tried to take pictures of Bulma sunbathing in her garden only wearing a bikini. Vegeta even started chasing me out the large garden once I turned thirteen. Bulma said it was possessiveness and even managed to call it cute. I would not call an angry Saiyan blasting me out a building 'cute'.

A cold drop touching my cheek. Another one landing on my hand. Rain. That can ruin moments very effectively. I do not have the will power to get up and move out of the rain. I can already hear my mother complaining I will get a cold if I stay here.

"I am Gohan." Gohan answered shortly. "Why are you all here?" He asked, looking at the others. The second prisoner was an old man. Gohan could see that because he had a purple beard. Gohan noticed the bones stuck out everywhere and he was wearing the same brown clothes. All the prisoners were wearing those except for him.

"Just for being alive… Or dead…" The female answered him. "Those stupid soldiers caught me off guard. I would have killed them if I got the chance." She clenched her fists.

Gohan looked at the others. The third prisoner was a tall man. He was very skinny and his golden eyes scanned Gohan's face. The half-Saiyan got a bit uncomfortable and moved his own eyes to the fourth prisoner. A small boy was sitting in the corner of the cell. Gohan frowned a bit at the sight of the pink skinned boy with chains around his ankles and wrists. The boy with purple hair shifted and kept his eyes locked on Gohan. "Why are you here?" The female asked.

Gohan looked back at her. "Those people aren't a big fan of me." He answered. "What is your name?" He asked.

The female stared at him for a few seconds. She narrowed her eyes thoughtfully as her eyes moved over his appearance. "Kanara." She answered after a few minutes. Kanara pushed her hair from her shoulder and crossed her bare legs. "So, tell me. Where is your tail?" She asked bluntly.

Gohan was taken aback by this question. "My what?" He asked, trying to postpone the answer.

Kanara rolled her eyes. "You have black spiky hair, a strong build for your age and you are not on good terms with the rulers here. You are a Saiyan." She stated as she studied him. "I haven't seen you before. But I guess your father didn't want anyone to see you. I mean, who would blame him, you don't even have a tail…" She continued, eying Gohan's waist.

Ugh, I hated her in the beginning. We had such a rocky start. She seemed mean and annoying. She did not like me just because I was a half-saiyan. I did not like her because she was a full-blooded Saiyan. We were perfect for each other.

I thought she would ignore us while we were there and I hoped I could ignore her but, evidently, she cannot be ignored. I probably cannot even ignore her now. She is still in my mind. It is amazing and very annoying. She would have loved it.

"Prove it." Kanara screamed back. "Prove to me that you are worth living for! Show me that Saiyan side in you!"

"I don't have to prove anything to you."

"As I thought." Kanara smirked and yawned. "Weakling." She continued before she looked back at the half-Saiyan.

"I am not a weakling!" Gohan yelled back, his face was nearly touching her face by now.

"Then prove it!" Kanara screamed.

"Fine!"

Before Kanara could react Gohan had gotten a hold of her and pressed his mouth on her lips forcefully. Kanara widened her eyes and made a small noise of surprise. Immediately after that she wrapped her arms around the male Saiyan and returned the kiss.

I open my eyes again. I did not even notice I closed them. That is dangerous. I cannot think about her like this. My life is on planet Earth now. I have a relationship with Videl. I cannot let my mind wonder off like that. Piccolo told me my mind is too unfocused which is why I have trouble meditating. Keeping all those thoughts out of my head is too difficult for me.

I do not like meditating with Piccolo anymore. I have not seen him for a while now. I know he wants to meet up again but he continues to ask about my trip to hell two years ago. I just do not want to talk about it too much. I partly worked out my issues during that long trip. I am no longer ashamed of my Saiyan side and I do not mind transforming into a super Saiyan. That final fight with Cell really let me take out all my anger towards all the villains that ruined my life. I just do not know where that restless feeling is coming from. Piccolo asks difficult questions I do not want to answer. So I do what I always do when I do not want to do something: I avoid it.

A smile appears on my face as I recall how I used to avoid Vegeta. That got me in so much trouble... I learned that Vegeta does not take no for an answer. We were both stuck in hell just because he wanted to spar with me. There several things happened to me both good and bad. I got over my hatred towards Saiyans and learned to accept that part of myself. I learned that it is not bad to transform and let myself go. I learned to ignore prejudices and I learned that there are multiple sides to every story. I met Cell again and fought him a second time. I met my grandparents and re-met Raditz and Turles. In the end I was able to find closure.

My mind registers the strong power level heading straight towards me. Another thing that can ruin moments like this. I guess I should not have left Vegeta alone with Goten and Trunks.

Vegeta knows how strong I am but he never really backs down. I thought he would stop ordering me around like that. I thought that after the hundredth lost game he would lose his need for spars but I should have known that was a lost cause. The only difference is that I stopped taking orders and Vegeta did not really do anything about that. Another good thing about my trip to hell, I guess.

Feet landing on the ground lightly. "Of course. Lying on the ground in the rain. Why am I not surprised?" A gruff voice sneers.

My eyes move to the newcomer and they take in his appearance. The dark flame of hair and the standard saiyan uniform he is trying to force me to wear too. I shrug as I looked up at the sky again. "It can be soothing. You should try it sometimes."

I am surprised when Vegeta sits down next to me and closes his eyes. "Anything is better than living with those runts in one house." Vegeta mutters as I stare at him.

I smile as I look up again. We both focus on the cold raindrops attacking our skin gently. Yes. This is something I can enjoy. This is how it feels to be alive.

**** DBZ **** DBZ ****

It was interesting to write in the first person narrative. I just wanted to try that out. I am going to continue writing in third person though.

It's a short chapter. Don't worry, the next one will be longer. I hope you liked it. Please review and let me know what you think!