Author's Note – Zett – Hey guys! Here's my new fic for Gohan. It starts out a little extremely, but I thought that would be the best way to make it original. This story takes a dramatic turn during the Saiyaman Saga, therefore resulting in a new and interesting take on the Buu saga there after.  Hope you like it, I plan on keeping a good plot/story line, not just fighting and lemons, though both will more than likely be included. ;) And YAY, I got the italics to show up again! *and there was much rejoicing* So anyway, hope you enjoy, and if you do, please review!

Disclaimer – I do not own Dragonball Z, I just think it totally kicks ass.

Gohan's Resolution 

Chapter 1 – In Only A Moment

No…  There it is again…  That cold vacant emptiness…  But what could it be?!  No one else can sense it, so why is it haunting me this way!?  It's coming…  Closer and closer.  I have to stop it!  I have to!  Before it's too late!  Before everyone is dead!  No!  NO!!  Gohan shot up straight in bed, sweat pouring off of his forehead.  He gasped, clutching the bed sheets tightly in his hands.  He let out a heavy breath as his eyes focused in the darkness, adjusting and taking in the room, seeing everything perfectly normal.  Gohan lied back down quietly, covering his hands with his face.  Alright Gohan, these, visions, premonitions, whatever they are, are NOT going away.  I've got to tell someone…  Gohan pulled his sheets up around him, rolling onto his side.  He smiled slightly as he noticed his brother on the opposite side of the room, mumbling something in his sleep.  Crazy little kid…  Well, at least I didn't wake him up. 

For the last month now, Gohan had been having uncontrollable visions and premonitions of death, his loved ones being killed.  It was almost 7 years since his battle with Cell, and he had actually just started going to school a while ago.  He had hoped they would just go away with time, but they weren't…  And he was starting to get extremely worried.

Well, I'll just stop at the Lookout Point on my way home from school tomorrow, figure some things out.  Maybe Piccolo or Dende can decipher my dreams; maybe they've been having similar ones…  Gohan furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at the clock.  2:00 AM…  He rolled over onto his stomach and rested his head on his arms.  He had to get some sleep, or he'd never be able to stay awake for class…

"GOHAN!!"

"WUAHHHH!?!?"  Gohan jumped in his chair as someone hollered his name.  He looked around in a daze, pulling off the paper that had been stuck to his forehead.  The teacher frowned angrily and glared up at him, her hands on her hips.  "Excuse me young man, but the classroom is a place for learning, not for napping." 

Gohan blushed and nodded meekly, picking up his pencil.  "Of course!  Sorry Ma'am…" 

"Hey Gohan, what's up?  Are you okay?  You've never fallen asleep in class before..." Erassa asked, studying her friend carefully, and raising her eyebrows in concern.  She couldn't help but notice that Gohan had been acting a little out of the ordinary lately…

"Ahehe, I'm just fine!  I didn't get as much sleep last night as I should of, that's all! Stayed up too late studying!"  He lied, trying hard to be convincing.  Erassa shrugged and nodded suspiciously, turning back to her work.  Gohan sighed heavily, also turning to his notebook.  Good, she bought it.  But this does it.  This has to stop. 

Gohan was more than happy when the day was over.  He shifted his bag on his shoulder and headed around the corner like he usually did, until he was pretty certain he would be away from the prying eyes of others before he took of to the sky for home.  He shook his head as he walked along, kicking a little rock as he did so.  Life had become so much different since the Cell Games.  With his dad being gone, and his little brother growing up, and his mom forcing him to come to school…  School.  Gohan scoffed.  He still couldn't decide if that had been a good idea.  He wondered what his father would say, what he would think about it.  Gohan pulled his lip up in a half smile.  He had always dreamed of being as powerful as his dad, and had reached that, being even stronger for a time.  But that was a hard task to achieve now.  With his dad probably training daily in the Other World, and with him here, being forced to go to school and study all day by his mother.  He shook his head as he turned a corner, at the thought.  But, he paused suddenly as he did so, his eyes widened as a sense of dread washed over him.

Something…  Something's not right!!  Gohan grimaced as he was suddenly chilled, his muscles seemingly freezing up as a terrible feeling of urgency filled him.  He looked up with a jerk as people ran screaming from up ahead, their eyes full of panic and absolute fright.  The hell??  Gohan clenched his hands into fists, finally finding his strength again; he took off in the direction of the mayhem.

There was such an odd power radiating from up ahead…  He recognized it somewhat, somehow, but he couldn't place it…  He narrowed his eyes, a serious tone painting over his expression.  Whatever it is, I'll-

"AHHHH!!"  Gohan stumbled forward as a building exploded behind him, sending pieces of concrete raining down on his head as flames and dark smoke erupted from the wreckage.  Covering his head with his arms, he looked up into the sky, trying to sense the location of this strange implacable power.  How could this be happening!?!?  And WHO was BEHIND it!?!

Gohan gritted his teeth as from somewhere up ahead, a strange blast of dark black energy shot out, catching a building and causing it to implode in a burst of fiery carnage and destruction.  "No!! ENOUGH OF THIS!!"  Gohan yelled out, tensing his muscles taut as he burst into Super Saiyan, shooting up into the sky.  Let people see him transform, fly into the sky.  This was more than obviously serious, and there was no way he could just sit around while it was happen.  He stopped, high in the air and looked around.  He blinked hard, trying to focus through his confusion and dismay.  This all seemed so unreal…  Like he was caught in a dream.  It was become more and more difficult for him to decide if it was even really happening.

He moved his head down, sensing a disturbance and sudden increase of power coming from behind a nearby building down below.  He shot forward, scanning the area carefully.  I know you're here…  Who ever you are, I'm going to stop you!!!!  "What in the-" Gohan inhaled sharply, hardly having time to think as blasts of power impacted him from in front and behind.  He screamed loudly as pain washed over him, bracing himself and trying to power up.  But he hadn't been expecting any attacks to be this strong…  No! No how could I have done this?  I let my guard down too much!!  Let too much of my calm sink away under disbelief!! 

"NOOO!!"  Gohan cried out as the incredible energy waves pummeled into him, sending him crashing to the ground.  He struggled to open his eyes with little success, his vision slowly fading into black…

"Gohan.  Gohan can you hear me??" 

Warm light streamed in through a window as Gohan's eyes opened slowly, resting on the familiar face of his mentor and friend, Piccolo. 

"Piccolo?   Where am- what's going on?"  Gohan asked, disoriented, frowning as he looked around.  He soon found himself recognizing the room as being one on the Lookout Point.  How did I get here…?  Was that, all just a dream…? 

"Hey, just relax.  You've been through something tough.  I'll explain more soon, just rest for a bit.  Let that sensu bean take its full effect."  Piccolo replied, giving Gohan a reassuring smile and resting a hand on the side of his bed.  But Gohan wasn't about to let this go.  He sat up, shaking his head angrily.  "No Piccolo, come on!" He demanded,  "What's going on??  How did I get here!?  I can't remember anything…" Looking down at his hands, Gohan clenched and unclenched them, trying to force something to come back to him.

"I was, was coming home from school, and I sensed this power, people were being killed…" 

Piccolo let out a heavy breath as he watched Gohan struggle.  That would have to be a huge impact on anyone…  Gohan looked up, his eyes pleading for an answer. 

"Piccolo, did that really happen?  Is that why I'm here now?"

Piccolo lowered his head and nodded solemnly, moving his hand to Gohan's shoulder where he squeezed it comfortingly.  "Yes…" He began regretfully,  "And thank Dende you're alive.  None of us expected this to happen so suddenly…"

"What!?  Expected what to happen?" This is unbelievable.  Gohan just couldn't help hoping he was going to suddenly wake up, that this was just another one of those bad premonitions he'd been having.  Piccolo let out a tired and heavy breath, moving to the window and shaking his head sadly.  "Well Gohan, let's just say it's turning out to be one of those days." He muttered as he looked out cynically at the beautiful, clear blue sky.  Gohan watched Piccolo carefully, trying to slow down his racing mind and catch back up to it.  "Well, I ju-"

"GOHAN!!  Oh my precious baby, thank goodness you're okay!!" 

Gohan turned with a start to the door to see his mother rushing in, running up to him and looking him over.  "Oh, what did you go and get yourself into now??  I couldn't believe it when I heard, I came as soon as I could!!"  Chi Chi declared, frowning and continuing her examination to make sure he was all in one piece.  "How do you feel?  Were you hurt bad?" 

"Well Mom, I-"

"How could you have let this happen to you!?" She demanded, putting her hands firmly on her hips,  "I thought I told you to take better care of yourself, to-" 

"CHI CHI!"  Piccolo hollered, turning to the delirious woman as he was finally unable to take any more of her rambling.  "Give him a break, he's been through a lot." 

Chi Chi let out a huffy breath at Piccolo, but quieted down, turning back to her son.  "I'm sorry, I'm just worried that's all.  I can't believe how quickly things can just happen like this!"

"Me neither Mom, me neither…" Gohan commented, letting himself fall wearily against the bed.  Chi Chi took a seat in a chair next to the bed as Piccolo turned, his cape billowing against him, towards the door. 

"Well Gohan," He began as he walked away,  "I think you should rest a while longer, but whenever you're feeling up to it, I'd like you to come outside.  There are some people here who are greatly looking forward to talking with you."

Gohan raised an eyebrow quizzically, shifting his body slightly.  "Really?  Who?"

Piccolo looked back as he exited through the doorway, giving Gohan a slight smile.  "Well, the ones who brought you here."