I try to remember Earth the way it used to be. Before Frieza, before the death of Piccolo, before the dragon balls were gone. Before I watched my father die. Life used to be simple for me. I used to study really hard, my mom kinda made me. If it hadn't been for the arrival of Frieza, my life would probably be the same as it was back then. But that's over now. I can never have that life, not as long as that monster lives.
He came out of nowhere, looking for the dragon balls. He wanted immortaility, and he succeded in obtaining it. Shenron granted his wish, and from that moment on, he began to conquer our world, and it's people. Anyone who stood against him was killed. My father, Goku, was killed by his hand while protecting my mother and I from Frieza himself. We managed to escape, and I have trained from that day forward to stop him, and avenge my father.
My name is Gohan, son of Goku. I know of only one path that can stop Frieza, even if he's immortal. My mother is human, but my father Goku, was a Saiyan, which makes me a half Saiyan, and if I'm a half Saiyan, then I have the power to do what no other Saiyan has done before.
I'll become, a Legendary Super Saiyan...