Author's Notes: Hey everybody! I'm Jade and I'm new here on ff.n. This is my first DBZ fic, so go easy on me. Also, I'm a sad, sad little American girl who knows next to nothing about Dragonball Z. So any info would be appreciated. I have one question as of right now, and don't anyone laugh at me because I'm really stupid. What exactly does the word "baka" mean? I've read it in a lot of fics, but I don't know what it is!!!
Anyway, please r/r!
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. I do however own Nemie and Anai. (Which reminds me, this story is for Savannah and Cherie!)
*Chapter One*
The scorching sun was high in the brilliantly clear sky. A slight breeze made the temperature bearable, and big puffy clouds rolled slowly with that same breeze around the floating structure called Kami's Lookout.
"AaaaaaaahhhhAAAAA!" Goku charged Piccolo and delivered a swift kick to the stomach, a punch to the head and another kick to the head, all of which the Namek blocked.
"Grrr..." Piccolo counterattacked with a series of rapid-fire kicks. Goku blocked all but one; that gave Piccolo the upper hand.
Before Piccolo could finish his attack, Mr. Popo's voice cut in. "Goku, look!"
Goku looked up at Mr. Popo, who was pointing towards a thick steel door on the side of one of the buildings. It was slowly swinging open and thick gray smoke drifted out.
Goku grinned as a tall young man stepped out. "Gohan!"
"Dad!" He ran and hugged Goku. "Man, a year is a long time!"
"For you it was." Goku replied. "It was only a day for us!" Goku held his son out at arms length and his grin widened. "Look at you!"
He had grown much taller, his voice was deeper, his black hair was long and in need of cutting, and his eyes held a little more knowledge than they had before.
Gohan's recent release of his powers had driven the young boy to an almost obsessive need to control every ounce of energy in his body. He had spent as much time as he could in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, harnessing the beast within him. Now, the eleven-year-old boy was sixteen from training a total of five days, every other day, in the chamber.
"How do you feel, kid?" Piccolo asked, coming up behind Goku.
"I feel great!" Gohan answered. "But I think I've had my fill of that stupid chamber."
"Did you conquer your weaknesses?"
Gohan sighed. "I did as much as I could. It's the best I can do."
"That's all you need, son." Goku told him seriously. "Now, I'm sure you're hungry and your mom will want to see you."
* * *
"My little Gohan!" Chi-Chi cried when Gohan walked in the door of his house.
"Hi Mom." Gohan said, smiling as his mother hugged him.
"You've been up there with Goku for more than a week, and you come back a young man!" She said, looking him over.
"Yeah, it's the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, Mom."
"I know, I know." Chi-Chi shook her head. "I cannot believe my little baby's becoming a fighter, just like his father." What did I do wrong? She thought bitterly.
"Hey Honey." Goku said, walking in behind Gohan.
"Well, there's the man responsible for our son's decision to fight instead of study." Chi-Chi said scornfully.
"Chi-Chi, please..." Goku said softly.
She sighed and smiled slightly. "Are you boys hungry? Lunch is almost ready."
Later, when they had all eaten and Chi-Chi had cut Gohan's hair to a reasonable length, they got a phone call.
"Hello?" Goku answered.
"Goku?" A feminine voice said. "This is Bulma."
"Hey Bulma! What's up?"
"Well, there's someone here that would like to see you and Gohan." Bulma replied.
"Who is it?" Goku asked.
"Hang on, I'll give him the phone."
A few seconds later a very familiar voice said, "Hi Goku."
"Trunks?!" Goku exclaimed. "What are you doing back?"
"I cleaned up the future and I wanted to see everybody again." The young man answered.
"Gohan, Trunks is back from the future!" Goku told his son.
"Really? Cool Dad! Can we go see him?" Gohan asked, grinning from ear-to-ear.
"Sure!"
"Goku!" Chi-Chi practically shouted. "Gohan just got back! I'm sure he needs some rest!"
Gohan shook his head. "No, really Mom, I'm fine. I want to go see Trunks."
Goku turned his back on the arguing pair and said into the receiver, "We'll be there in a little while. See you then." Then he hung up.
"Come on, Gohan, we'll go to Bulma's."
"Excuse me?" Chi-Chi planted her fists on her hips. "I don't think so!"
"Chi-Chi, come on. It's been a while since we've seen Trunks, and who knows when he'll leave or when we'll see him again." Goku reasoned.
Finally, Chi-Chi's shoulders slumped. "Oh, alright. Go on."
Anyway, please r/r!
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. I do however own Nemie and Anai. (Which reminds me, this story is for Savannah and Cherie!)
*Chapter One*
The scorching sun was high in the brilliantly clear sky. A slight breeze made the temperature bearable, and big puffy clouds rolled slowly with that same breeze around the floating structure called Kami's Lookout.
"AaaaaaaahhhhAAAAA!" Goku charged Piccolo and delivered a swift kick to the stomach, a punch to the head and another kick to the head, all of which the Namek blocked.
"Grrr..." Piccolo counterattacked with a series of rapid-fire kicks. Goku blocked all but one; that gave Piccolo the upper hand.
Before Piccolo could finish his attack, Mr. Popo's voice cut in. "Goku, look!"
Goku looked up at Mr. Popo, who was pointing towards a thick steel door on the side of one of the buildings. It was slowly swinging open and thick gray smoke drifted out.
Goku grinned as a tall young man stepped out. "Gohan!"
"Dad!" He ran and hugged Goku. "Man, a year is a long time!"
"For you it was." Goku replied. "It was only a day for us!" Goku held his son out at arms length and his grin widened. "Look at you!"
He had grown much taller, his voice was deeper, his black hair was long and in need of cutting, and his eyes held a little more knowledge than they had before.
Gohan's recent release of his powers had driven the young boy to an almost obsessive need to control every ounce of energy in his body. He had spent as much time as he could in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, harnessing the beast within him. Now, the eleven-year-old boy was sixteen from training a total of five days, every other day, in the chamber.
"How do you feel, kid?" Piccolo asked, coming up behind Goku.
"I feel great!" Gohan answered. "But I think I've had my fill of that stupid chamber."
"Did you conquer your weaknesses?"
Gohan sighed. "I did as much as I could. It's the best I can do."
"That's all you need, son." Goku told him seriously. "Now, I'm sure you're hungry and your mom will want to see you."
* * *
"My little Gohan!" Chi-Chi cried when Gohan walked in the door of his house.
"Hi Mom." Gohan said, smiling as his mother hugged him.
"You've been up there with Goku for more than a week, and you come back a young man!" She said, looking him over.
"Yeah, it's the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, Mom."
"I know, I know." Chi-Chi shook her head. "I cannot believe my little baby's becoming a fighter, just like his father." What did I do wrong? She thought bitterly.
"Hey Honey." Goku said, walking in behind Gohan.
"Well, there's the man responsible for our son's decision to fight instead of study." Chi-Chi said scornfully.
"Chi-Chi, please..." Goku said softly.
She sighed and smiled slightly. "Are you boys hungry? Lunch is almost ready."
Later, when they had all eaten and Chi-Chi had cut Gohan's hair to a reasonable length, they got a phone call.
"Hello?" Goku answered.
"Goku?" A feminine voice said. "This is Bulma."
"Hey Bulma! What's up?"
"Well, there's someone here that would like to see you and Gohan." Bulma replied.
"Who is it?" Goku asked.
"Hang on, I'll give him the phone."
A few seconds later a very familiar voice said, "Hi Goku."
"Trunks?!" Goku exclaimed. "What are you doing back?"
"I cleaned up the future and I wanted to see everybody again." The young man answered.
"Gohan, Trunks is back from the future!" Goku told his son.
"Really? Cool Dad! Can we go see him?" Gohan asked, grinning from ear-to-ear.
"Sure!"
"Goku!" Chi-Chi practically shouted. "Gohan just got back! I'm sure he needs some rest!"
Gohan shook his head. "No, really Mom, I'm fine. I want to go see Trunks."
Goku turned his back on the arguing pair and said into the receiver, "We'll be there in a little while. See you then." Then he hung up.
"Come on, Gohan, we'll go to Bulma's."
"Excuse me?" Chi-Chi planted her fists on her hips. "I don't think so!"
"Chi-Chi, come on. It's been a while since we've seen Trunks, and who knows when he'll leave or when we'll see him again." Goku reasoned.
Finally, Chi-Chi's shoulders slumped. "Oh, alright. Go on."