Summary-

Gohan becomes the strongly silent type when he returns from the Cell Games. 7 yrs later when his mom tries to send him off to school in Satan city he goes ballistic… Dendi and Piccolo step in and save the situation and then are forced to use harsh measures to keep Gohan from blowing the world up. Story is mostly about his recovery back to the Gohan we all know and love; of course to do this he will need the help of a famous little devil... It will eventually get into the buu saga (I think) but it will be changed a fair amount.

Gohan/Videl

Disclaimer: I don't, wont, and never will own DBZ; however this plot line is my idea ^_^

*special thanks to Cloud Strife for making sure I didn't mess up to bad*

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Dark Nothing

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Gohan slowly dragged himself once more into a standing position and once again proceeded to train. He was going on three weeks straight without any rest, not mention this was the fifth time he was going about it. Or was it four weeks, he really couldn't remember anymore least not after the first couple months. Times seemed to have no meaning. There was light and warmth, then darkness and cold. Yet the warmest of days couldn't scathe the coldness he felt. Nor could the coldest of nights begin to rival that which emanated from a mere look upon him. His clothing was a mess; he was still wearing what was left of his fighting Gi from the Cell Games. Although what remained barely had any right to be called clothing, shreds maybe, but certainly not clothing.

Since the day he found out his dad wasn't coming back from the other world he had run away. Gohan just couldn't face the looks of all his friends… he had failed them all. He got cocky in his strength and over confident and look what it had caused. His father's death… With that thought severally over used tear ducts once more opened the flood gates and soon enough Gohan was punching, kicking, and blasting an invisible enemy that he couldn't see because of the stream that flew from his eyes.

He continued on for another couple hours before he had nothing left. Then Gohan, the world's mightiest fell to the ground from complete exhaustion. All that he had was gone, even his precious reserves. Gohan knew somewhere deep inside that he was going to die if he didn't stop this form of training, but somewhere closer to the surface he knew he didn't care.

What did it matter? He was the strongest, who care; he had saved earth, what did it matter? All his friends and family were safe, except for his dad, and that was who most mattered.

Gohan let forth a mighty scream, or what would have been a mighty scream a month ago, of anguish and tried to stand but only succeeded in falling back down in a crater that he had created weeks ago when he had used one hand to send a Kamehameha at himself and used his other hand to hold it at bay. Rolled over in the crater and looked up into the sky seeing a bird fly over, it was the last thing he would see for quiet some time…

When Gohan came to consciousness he felt barely strong enough to stand, yet he did, somehow, and forced himself to focus on something besides training. He needed food; it had been a while since he last ate, three weeks plus however long he was unconscious for.

???: What does it matter? You're going to kill yourself out here anyways

Gohan: WHAT?!!!? Who are you!?

???: I'm you…except I'm better

Gohan: …I'm going crazy…

???: No, you're dying

???: Hmpf, who cares, there's nothing left for me

Gohan: Maybe not… but there is more for me

Forces the internal debate to subside as his saiyan sense of smell had caught the scent of a nearby heard of deer, with a grin that was almost feral Gohan leapt into the air and rocketed towards his dinner for the week.

When Gohan got close he picked out the fifteen or twenty that looked like they had the most meat on them and shot all of them down with miniscule Ki blasts through their eyes. All of them dropped within five seconds of each other and by the time the rest of the herd realized that something was wrong Gohan was far away in the air hauling the meal with him.

Shortly thereafter Gohan had returned to what he had, in one of his more lucid moments, his crater, and was cooking the deer with his Ki. When the deer were cooked just enough to kill any parasites Gohan dug in with all the ferocity of a full blooded Saiyan at a dinner table. Barely forty minutes and eighteen carcasses later Gohan sat back momentary contentment from a semi-full stomach. Ever so slowly he began to drift off to sleep, and for the first time since he had run it was half way peaceful. This meant that while he still had nightmares about the Cell Games, they didn't last as long before he slipped into a dreamless slumber.

Gohan awoke with a start and looked around quickly in alarm before he recognized where he was, at which point he exactly why he was there. "Dad…" Gohan somehow managed to croak out through his disused vocal cords.

Bah, you're a weakling… an INSULT to the race of Saiyans. Look at you, sniveling over your poor dead daddy. GROW THE FUCK UP. You aren't going to bring him back by crying. He doesn't want to come back, because you're such a disgrace!

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Yelled Gohan before jumping straight to super two and going another round of beat the invisible voice out of you're head. (A/N yes… he is fighting with himself… interesting mental image eh?)  Somehow about half way through the fight he figured out he was losing, which pissed him off even more and he continued to power him throwing more and more power into the punches that were aimed at nothing or himself. Eventually he once more broke down in tears and stopped the spar against himself as quickly as it started, sinking to his knees onto the ground and crying.

"How… how do I become what I want…" choked Gohan through his tears.

I'll show you…

"o…Okay…" With that Gohan gave himself over to well himself, or more correctly his Saiyan side. With tears fast drying and a freshly plastered smirk on his face he stood gazing towards where he knew was home.

"Well, I think its time to end this childish escapade…." Gohan stated to the bones of his meal, which were in a pile to his left on the ground, yet somehow the voice had lost something of the innocence and softness that was Gohan. Instead it had a more distant and colder edge.

With that he lazily took to the air and flew towards the 479 Mountain District and home

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Well this is my first try at writing a FanFic, so tell me whatcha people think…

R&R

~DarkAssassin

~Warriorofplight