Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. Wow, big surprise.
Okay this is my newest story that I just thought about ten minutes ago. Don't flame. If you don't like it, well, go read someone else's story. Lol.
~Godrin~ Chapter 1 of.
Voyage Of a Lonely Saiyan
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Gohan lazily shifted out of his bed, which was actually a moth eaten torn mattress somewhere on Vegeta-sei, and started thinking. Ever since his father, Kakarott, died fighting the Saiyan Government, he had been an outcast. Deprived of a home, food, and a job, Gohan usually wandered the streets of Vegeta-sei by himself. Sometimes he'd go and take joy helping other sayians, and sometimes he'd go train out in the country to get stronger and revolt against the government, but today he wasn't in the mood.
Today was the anniversary of his father's death and all happiness seemed to slip from his life. Gohan got up and dusted off his old cracked armor. It had served him along time and it used to serve his father; it offered him comfort and he readily accepted. His father had been a strong man, and very kind hearted and selfless. He was really a little kid, in a big body, even though it all changed for him when the rulers ordered Chichi's death by execution. They said it was because she was too involved in protests and was disrupting the 'flow' or something just royally messed up like that.
Gohan turned the corner of his little alley and started heading toward the launching pad of the North city. He had heard they were sending warriors to a planet called Earth sometime today but he couldn't remember when and didn't care enough to try. They would only get to send warriors to purge planets about once every 2 or 3 moths on Frieza's orders so it was usually a big event. Maybe he'd go watch.
He had his hands in his pockets but pulled them out and clenched his fists and powered up just for the hell of it. The ground shook and everything went blurry for a moment as he ascended to level 2 of a super saiyan. His hair turned a brilliant gold plus stood on end and his eyes a cold aqua; a very frightening picture.
He had never seen how strong the royal guards were but he had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that he was nowhere close. He let out his breath and he returned to normal. For the next few months, he trained more and discovered something very strange. He had tried powering up a different way, and instead of going super, he adorned a fiery red, orange and black aura and ended up passing his old maximum. Gohan felt the strength coursing through his veins along with his savage saiyan blood. He felt great.
For once in his eight-teen year old life, he felt good. He tried some punches and kicks in the air and he himself could barely see them. He teleported up to a building and hit it. Most of the times he'd leave a very big dent but to his surprise it blew up with an incredible boom and sent tiny debris and metal shards flying through the air.
Suddenly, Gohan was aware of the, oh say, one hundred saiyans standing around staring at him with humongous eyes. Even though they were mostly just mothers, children and many teenagers not old enough to join the PPS (Planet Purging Squad), they still posed a real threat to him. They could report him, gang up on him, vote him to dearth, and many other dreadful things. Gohan ran as fast as he could but it didn't matter.
He was toast. He knew it. Soon after he jumped up and started flying to a sweet surrendering nowhere, he spotted a large group flying towards him and with his enhanced vision, he could see them concentrating on him with deep glares and scouters.
'Uh oh.' Gohan thought to himself. 'This could be trouble.' He spun around as quickly as he could and headed the other way but they were soon upon him. Figuring it was useless to run, he went into a perfect fighting stance and powered up to his 'Mystic' level, which is what he deemed the fiery aura stage. Looking fierce on his outward appearance, and trembling on the inside, he believed this was how his father felt when he attacked them.
The first man charged and he was caught off guard. His first mistake. The man through many lightning fast punches at Gohan's face connecting with his jaw, but he caught the last one. He faked his left hand upward, let go of the man's arm and rammed his knuckles into the guy's stomach. The man fell instantly and failed to move, and Gohan was surprised. He didn't know he was that strong. He just totally decked a First Class Elite Guard. Cool. Gohan thought.
Once again he was caught off guard. His second mistake. This time he was double-teamed by two men that looked very much alike. As he continued blocking, he realized they were either twins, or he suspected they were two people in one using an old technique. One of them screwed up and aimed way too high so that his arm went flying a full foot over Gohan's head and left his chest wide open. Gohan took the opportunity and charged a Masenko blast right through the guards' solar-plexes leaving a steaming bloody mess. As Gohan did that the guy he just shot joined into the other guards body. Aha, Gohan thought, I was right, he was using an old technique to split.
Soon after that the rest of the Elites, pissed off at losing 2 men, came and overwhelmed him. Gohan fought till he was almost out of breath and right before he was expecting his life's end, he used his Solar Flare technique to blind everyone. Smirking at his own intelligence, he suppressed his power level (which not many saiyans knew how to do) and flew to the place he thought of first; the North city launch pad.
Wisely he reminded himself it wasn't over and the enemy saiyans could find him anytime. He spotted a line-up of many warriors heading onto a ship near a crowd and tried very much to act like them as they waved good-bye and blew kisses to their loved ones.
Gohan looked up right before he entered the large gray ship and saw a flashing blue banner that said. Voyage to Planet Earth! DO us proud Saiyans!
Gohan wished himself luck, because no one else would/could and it comforted him, and stepped aboard.
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A/N: Thanx for reading and plz review! I thought of this story in like 10 minutes so don't yell at me if it's no good. I plan to continue this one a little bit because I like the idea.
Okay this is my newest story that I just thought about ten minutes ago. Don't flame. If you don't like it, well, go read someone else's story. Lol.
~Godrin~ Chapter 1 of.
Voyage Of a Lonely Saiyan
***----*******
Gohan lazily shifted out of his bed, which was actually a moth eaten torn mattress somewhere on Vegeta-sei, and started thinking. Ever since his father, Kakarott, died fighting the Saiyan Government, he had been an outcast. Deprived of a home, food, and a job, Gohan usually wandered the streets of Vegeta-sei by himself. Sometimes he'd go and take joy helping other sayians, and sometimes he'd go train out in the country to get stronger and revolt against the government, but today he wasn't in the mood.
Today was the anniversary of his father's death and all happiness seemed to slip from his life. Gohan got up and dusted off his old cracked armor. It had served him along time and it used to serve his father; it offered him comfort and he readily accepted. His father had been a strong man, and very kind hearted and selfless. He was really a little kid, in a big body, even though it all changed for him when the rulers ordered Chichi's death by execution. They said it was because she was too involved in protests and was disrupting the 'flow' or something just royally messed up like that.
Gohan turned the corner of his little alley and started heading toward the launching pad of the North city. He had heard they were sending warriors to a planet called Earth sometime today but he couldn't remember when and didn't care enough to try. They would only get to send warriors to purge planets about once every 2 or 3 moths on Frieza's orders so it was usually a big event. Maybe he'd go watch.
He had his hands in his pockets but pulled them out and clenched his fists and powered up just for the hell of it. The ground shook and everything went blurry for a moment as he ascended to level 2 of a super saiyan. His hair turned a brilliant gold plus stood on end and his eyes a cold aqua; a very frightening picture.
He had never seen how strong the royal guards were but he had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that he was nowhere close. He let out his breath and he returned to normal. For the next few months, he trained more and discovered something very strange. He had tried powering up a different way, and instead of going super, he adorned a fiery red, orange and black aura and ended up passing his old maximum. Gohan felt the strength coursing through his veins along with his savage saiyan blood. He felt great.
For once in his eight-teen year old life, he felt good. He tried some punches and kicks in the air and he himself could barely see them. He teleported up to a building and hit it. Most of the times he'd leave a very big dent but to his surprise it blew up with an incredible boom and sent tiny debris and metal shards flying through the air.
Suddenly, Gohan was aware of the, oh say, one hundred saiyans standing around staring at him with humongous eyes. Even though they were mostly just mothers, children and many teenagers not old enough to join the PPS (Planet Purging Squad), they still posed a real threat to him. They could report him, gang up on him, vote him to dearth, and many other dreadful things. Gohan ran as fast as he could but it didn't matter.
He was toast. He knew it. Soon after he jumped up and started flying to a sweet surrendering nowhere, he spotted a large group flying towards him and with his enhanced vision, he could see them concentrating on him with deep glares and scouters.
'Uh oh.' Gohan thought to himself. 'This could be trouble.' He spun around as quickly as he could and headed the other way but they were soon upon him. Figuring it was useless to run, he went into a perfect fighting stance and powered up to his 'Mystic' level, which is what he deemed the fiery aura stage. Looking fierce on his outward appearance, and trembling on the inside, he believed this was how his father felt when he attacked them.
The first man charged and he was caught off guard. His first mistake. The man through many lightning fast punches at Gohan's face connecting with his jaw, but he caught the last one. He faked his left hand upward, let go of the man's arm and rammed his knuckles into the guy's stomach. The man fell instantly and failed to move, and Gohan was surprised. He didn't know he was that strong. He just totally decked a First Class Elite Guard. Cool. Gohan thought.
Once again he was caught off guard. His second mistake. This time he was double-teamed by two men that looked very much alike. As he continued blocking, he realized they were either twins, or he suspected they were two people in one using an old technique. One of them screwed up and aimed way too high so that his arm went flying a full foot over Gohan's head and left his chest wide open. Gohan took the opportunity and charged a Masenko blast right through the guards' solar-plexes leaving a steaming bloody mess. As Gohan did that the guy he just shot joined into the other guards body. Aha, Gohan thought, I was right, he was using an old technique to split.
Soon after that the rest of the Elites, pissed off at losing 2 men, came and overwhelmed him. Gohan fought till he was almost out of breath and right before he was expecting his life's end, he used his Solar Flare technique to blind everyone. Smirking at his own intelligence, he suppressed his power level (which not many saiyans knew how to do) and flew to the place he thought of first; the North city launch pad.
Wisely he reminded himself it wasn't over and the enemy saiyans could find him anytime. He spotted a line-up of many warriors heading onto a ship near a crowd and tried very much to act like them as they waved good-bye and blew kisses to their loved ones.
Gohan looked up right before he entered the large gray ship and saw a flashing blue banner that said. Voyage to Planet Earth! DO us proud Saiyans!
Gohan wished himself luck, because no one else would/could and it comforted him, and stepped aboard.
*****-------*****
A/N: Thanx for reading and plz review! I thought of this story in like 10 minutes so don't yell at me if it's no good. I plan to continue this one a little bit because I like the idea.