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I'm not too sure where I got the notion in my head that I have to leave. I think I was reading about the explorers like Magellan and Columbus who just up and left to go find out if the world was flat. I also think it was planted in my head by Vegeta, who stole one of Miss Bulma's ships to go and find Daddy to make him tell how to become a Super Saiya-jin.
I think that despite all that, I'm really just plain bored and tired of my old life. I got used to the danger and excitement and fun of going around space. Krillin figured it out before I did or saw it coming, because we went on a few camping trips and other stuff before Mommy cracked down and started to make me get back to my old regime of studying times four. But who cares about that, I need some really random coordinates to get the ship going.
6, 5, V, 77, Q, X, 91. . . Okay that's good enough. What am I doing? I'm stealing Doctor Briefs' newest ship, whose blueprints I just happened to memorize and who's programming I know by heart. Why? Because I can't sit here while Daddy gets to go and train in space and go on adventures without me. Good thing Miss Bulma's on a date with Yamcha and Doctor Briefs is at a conference in Cancun with Mrs. Briefs.
"Takeoff in five, four, three, two, one. . ." there was a slight rumble and low frequency boom but overall very silent. Out of the window Gohan watched the blue sky turn into the black void of space.
"Whoa, this is pretty cool! Kami's ship wasn't this fast," marveled the eight-year-old boy. Smiling, he went to work, picking up a tool box he was given by Bulma for his last birthday and going over to the communication control panel. It was wide open; the only part of the ship that wasn't done yet was the satellite link up and receiver.
Quickly and quietly, the small child methodically linked wires and programmed the panel. When he was done his stomach let out a loud growl.
"I guess that took longer than I thought. Okay tummy, let's get some grub."
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-this prologue was written by PLS, who gave this story idea to me. The rest of the story will be purely my own, with no help from her – however, I do profusely thank her for the honor of giving me this story idea.
I hope you enjoy this story, and the monumental effort of both myself, and my co writer DemonDancing. Ah yes, did I fail to mention that before? Lexi, somewhat grumblingly, agreed to help on this - you'll see her humor quite plainly at times, especially in the quirky conversations that ring so true to what conversations with her are actually like. Lately she's been having trouble writing her own pieces, so it took a lot of persuasion to convince her to try her hand at this - thanks a lot Lexi, you're a great friend! I give you credit where credit is due – Lexi is responsible for getting this story up off the ground.
I should also add in a thank you to all of the wonderful people who helped edit this story and give beforehand advice and feedback. Uncreative Psuedonym is the major beta-reader, and she deserves a lot of thanks. *bows* So, thank you! (check out the dbz story she's got posted, it's good.)
~Gohan's Kat =^.^=
p.s. :: I'm posting this story under Lexi's author name for several reasons. One: she's better known than me, quite frankly. ^___^ Two: she's my co author, and therefore he has a claim to this story as well. Three: My account is currently locked because I (oh my god) posted a story that was actually a compilation of all the best Gohan Torture fics I could find. For some odd reason ff decided to pull it down after 6 some months up…