A/N: As you guys can see I'm attempting at writing another story. But this time I'm determined to see it through to the end. Now, if you've read my other story you'll know that I used first person point of view. But this time, I've decided to use third person point of view. I'm pretty sure that's all so bye!:)
Gohan was leaning against the wall a little ways away from the tournament's sign up booth, keeping a close eye on the people signing up. From where he was positioned he could see them, but they most likely hadn't noticed him, due to the fact that there just happened to be a tree near him. This spot put him in the shadows and out of the rain. Even if someone had noticed the twelve year old boy, they probably would have kept their distance because of his attire.
He wore mix of Vegeta's and Piccolo's usual clothing of choice, but it leaned more to Vegeta then Piccolo. He sported a white/gold plated armor with a blue jumpsuite underneath and white gloves and gold tiped boots, he even had his tail. It had grown back a day after the Cell Game. With his clothes and tail his outfit looked almost exactly like Vegeta's, except he had Piccolo's signature white cape around his body that was, of course, weighted. He looked pretty intimidating for a twelve year old boy.
Gohan had noticed that Master Roshi and a blue haired lady that he faintly remembered as Launch standing under a umbrella and watching the people arriving. The demi-sayian had assumed they were waiting for Bulma, Puar, and Oolong. He kept watching the pair until a taxi pulled up, letting out Puar and Oolong. After Master Roshi and Launch greeted them, he noticed Bulma step out of the car. He blushed as he watched Master Roshi put a hand on Bulma's ass and promptly got elbowed in the face for his efforts.
Gohan looked the other way 'I've been spending too much time with Vegeta' he thought absent mindedly. He suddenly got a image of the short prince doing the same thing. He blushed at the image until a one of what Vegeta would do the old pervert for touching his mate like that popped into his head.
He was suddenly pulled out of his thought at the sound of little girls voice. Looking in front of him he saw tiny girl runing after a orange ballon. Gohan watched as it got stuck in the tree he was near. He saw Bulma walking toward her and proceeded to try to help her. He pushed off the wall and walked up behind her. He tapped her on the shoulder "Would you like some help Miss" he said politely. She glared at the offending plant "Be my guest" Bulma said huffily.
Gohan gave a grin to the blue haired woman and levitated himself off the ground until he could reach the balloon. He grabbed it and floated down before kneeling down the little girls height "Here you go sweetie" he said, ruffling her hair as he stood back up. She latched on to his leg "Thank you, Mister!" she said before letting go and running off the way she'd came.
Gohan turned back to Bulma with a smile on his lips before giving her a wink and started away. "Thanks" called Bulma as he was walking away. He flashed a peace sign over his shoulder before rounding a corner. He had sensed his fathers ki nearby so he had decided to split. Not that he wouldn't enjoy seeing father again, he just wanted to wait until the tournament tomorrow. Gohan had the desinct feeling that tomorrow would be a interesting day.