7 Ball

by JJ The Legendary SSJ

Son Gohan is a young man that grew up with no father and a drug addicted mother in the most dangerous part of West City. Los Satan. Where people die on a regular basis and whatever needs to be done to survive is done. Gohan will have to make friends in the right places, and make some seriously questionable life choices to survive in a world where right is in the eye of the beholder

1. 7 Ball Road

JJ: Hey there all, this is JJ again and THIS is one of the many stories I will be working on as practice for my writing skills leading up to the Sequel of my fic "Poor Mr Son" This is an AU in which all the characters are the same, but are normal and without powers and have been placed in a different environment so they'll probably seem a pretty OOC. I'll explain more as the story progresses. And one MAJOR warning this is rated M for a reason, this is a dark fic, lots of violence, foul language, racial slurs, and immoral themes. So let's get started. As you will notice, Chichi in this story is a moody character with many faces. The amount of Chichi bashing will fluctuate depending on how I wish the story to progress and what morals and themes I wish to explore. Mind you under the gang setting and controversial themes, this is supposed to be a morally questionable story that makes you question what's right and wrong, and what's appropriate under certain circumstances. I'm a deep thinker at heart and this setting in admittedly a very interesting one for me but I fully intend to continue exploring the hard-hitting themes of morality, revenge, the law and murder.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the franchises, series', or characters relating to Dragonball Z and Naruto or any other real life brand, name or product mentioned in this fanfiction. I am merely using the characters likenesses to create a work of fiction purely for the purposes of this fanbase and community. All characters, brands, names, products and franchises belong to their respective owners. Please support the official release.

Chapter 1: 7 Ball Road

It was an overcast day in West City, and the streets bustled with activity with people going to work and driving around in the cars with their families. Smiling policemen patrolled the streets and children chased each other around in the parks, laughing merrily. At first glance the city looked like a picturesque place of outstanding citizens all governed by a wonderful, caring, dutiful police force that any other city would do anything to get their hands on. People just seemed genuinely happy here. But once again, this is only at first glance. And where there's light to shine down on people, those people cast a shadow that other's must live in.

In the slums of West City many people barely survived each day because of poverty, gangs, robberies, drive-bys and starvation. Some people did what they do in this place because they like it, but most do it because they have to. They do things to survive that no human being would normally do, because they have to. It's a dog-eat-dog world down here, where there are no rules. The police hardly do a thing, and people get away with bad things, but in some cases, those things turned out for the greater good. It's an upside down reality where sometimes your friend from the beginning is your greatest threat in the end. And at this very moment our unlikely hero is about to leave his home on 7 Ball Road to unknowingly begin a journey that will lead him through the hardships of loss, heartbreak, pain, and finding his own identity and his own moral compass.

"SON GOHAN, YOU WILL NOT GO HANG OUT WITH THOSE HOOLIGANS YOU CALL FRIENDS EVER AGAIN!" screamed the drunk voice of Chi-Chi at her eldest son,
"YOU DON'T CONTROL ME!" he yelled back at her, throwing open his cupboard and pulling on a Red and Black Los Satan Warriors football Jersey over his muscular form. Its sleeves reached his elbows and the hem was half-way down his thighs. He wore a very baggy pair of jeans and basketball shoes. Tying a red bandanna on his head with the knot facing backwards he stormed out the apartment,
"GOHAN YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!" Chi-Chi commanded,
"FORGET IT BITCH!" he replied angrily, walking down the stairs away from her,
"UNGRATEFUL LITTLE SHIT!" she let loose in a rage, slamming the door closed and locking it.

Gohan was in a poor house with his mother Chi-Chi and his little brother Goten. Gohan was 17 years old now and it had been nearly just as long since his father left to go pursue his dream apparently. Gohan was 6 foot 1 and had a tall but rather muscular body after years of hard work and learning to fight whenever he could with the old man two floors up from him. He had Black wild spiky hair and seemingly Black eyes and a rather fair complexion (A.N You all know what he looks like right?). The family didn't have much money and lived in one of the poorest places in LS. Life was hard for the son family and Gohan supported the family in part with the various jobs he did around the block. Gohan always felt bad after arguing with her but it only ever happened when she was drunk or high off some pills. She still had her moments though and Gohan loved her all the same, and he knew she still loved him.

He had left the building and turned a corner and saw a 5 foot 11 African American guy with short, unkempt, curly Black hair wearing a baggy white T shirt and jeans, "Yo homie, wassup?" the man asked fist-bumping Gohan,
"Hey man, sorry I was late, that bitch is crazy man" Gohan complained,
"Hey don't worry about it, it's good. So you heard about those cyphers going down at that warehouse on 5th?" the guy asked,
"What? Rap battles? You gotta be kidding me man I can't be wastin time on that shit" Gohan told him exasperatedly,
"Dude you can get somewhere with these things! You could go far homie! Listen to your man Slick!" the young man now identified as Slick urged,
"Fuck man I got more important shit to be thinking about! I can't fuck around at those damn cyphers, they ain't gonna get me anywhere!" Gohan yelled in frustration. There was a tense silence between the two for a moment,
"Aight, if you say so G-man, but 'least come down with us later and get'cho self a lady man" Slick said, smiling to his friend,
"Yeah whatever" Gohan said smiling slightly, "Hey yo where's Andy?" Gohan asked suddenly realizing,
"He said he and Trunks are re-possessing a car today off some cat in SatanWood" Slick told him as he started to walk down the street, gesturing for Gohan to follow, "What? Didn't Stretch used to do that shit with Trunks?" Gohan asked curiously, Slick stopped and looked at Gohan bewildered,
"Homie you didn't hear?! Stretch got stabbed on the last job!" Slick told him,
"What the fuck!? How? What?" Gohan stumbled over his own words,
"They had the papers and everything and the busta jumped Stretch with a piece and stabbed him in the back of his shoulder coz the guy didn't wanna give up the car!" Slick told the story, anger evident in his words,
"Man that's some bullshit! Is he okay?" Gohan asked, concern and anger taking over,
"The doctors say he'll live but it'll be a while befo' he's repossessing anything" the slightly shorter boy told Gohan,
"Let's go see him, right now. You ain't got shit on right?" Gohan asked, walking in the direction of the hospital,
"Homie we got school, we'll go see him after" Slick told Gohan trying to go in the direction of school,
"Man we already late, what fuckin difference does it make?" Gohan argued, to which Slick merely walked in front of him and turned him back towards the school,
"Man let's go!" Slick said again, pushing him,
"Aight! I'm goin, I'm goin" Gohan conceded, walking towards their school.

Gohan and Slick got to school and split off to go to their classes. Gohan entered his English room and met the pissed off gaze of his teacher,
"You better have a good reason for being late" she said, nostrils flaring,
"Family problems" Gohan muttered simply sitting in his desk. The teacher looked him over for a moment and decided that he was telling the truth, though even if he wasn't she couldn't really fault him. The boy was very average in academic classes, all except English. The boy had, on more than one occasion, hit the class with a poem that would better be called a masterpiece in the literary arts, full of thoughtful metaphors, intellectual word-play and a natural talent for powerful messages and words that reflected on his deepest, innermost thoughts, which were obviously filled with pain, and she knew fully well how poor Gohan's family was. The only reason he even got into the school is for his English marks being able to bring him through on a scholarship type deal. "Alright class…" the teacher began to drone.
"Hey Gohan you're looking especially ghetto today" said Sharpener in the seat 3 across from him,
"Fuck you Sharpener" Gohan muttered,
"Hey it's not my fault your family's too poor to live somewhere nicer" Sharpener said with a shrug,
"Don't be a dick to the guy Sharp, he lives in the streets, saying stuff like that could get you shot" Videl said with a sneer,
"Hey Sharpener, take your pin sized dick and fuck Videl here in the brain would you? Because I think that's the only thing small enough above her shoulders for you to fit your dick in" Gohan retorted,
"The fuck did you just say to me?" Videl replied disbelievingly,
"Hey look at that, you can go through the ear since she doesn't seem to be using them anyway" he quipped smoothly, without missing a beat.
"Is there a problem up there?" the teacher asked, eyeing the group,
"No ma'am" Gohan replied respectfully, before going back to taking notes.

After class Gohan walked out quickly before the teacher tried to talk to him about Videl and Sharpener. Basically they were the two richest, and most popular kids in the school, and they looooved to make fun of Gohan for growing up in a tough environment, because they knew that he knew if he did anything, they could sue and he'd be fucked. On the walk to his locker he ran into another friend of his, Quincy who was fairly dark-skinned and had a buzz cut, and was wearing sweatpants and a baggy button up shirt with a gold chain, sporting the Holy Cross dangling on the end.
"Q! Sup man!" Gohan said with a smile. Gohan and Q had known each other for 9 years now and Gohan considered Q a very good friend,
"Sup mah wigga!" Q joked clasping Gohan's outstretched hand and bro-hugging him,
"Yo man I just heard about Stretch before! Me and Slick where gonna go see him after school, you in?" Gohan asked,
"Pft, ya'll just wanna use me coz I got a car as transportation man" Q said, mock disappointed,
"Come on homie!" Gohan said, trying to encourage him,
"Aight I'm in, ya'll can ride with me" Q said heading off to his next class,
"Thanks man! See you break period!" Gohan called out, opening his locker.

4 and a half hours later

Gohan was leaving his Math class and met Q at his locker,
"Yo you ready to go man?" he asked holding his keys,
"Yeah where's Tyrone?" Gohan asked before he was jokingly put in a headlock from behind,
"Yo that's Slick when we're in public asshole!" Slick whined in annoyance,
"Yeah yeah" Gohan said dismissively,
"Let's head to the hospit-" but he was interrupted by the hand of Slick in his face,
"Nuh uh homie, I called the hospital and they said they aren't allowing visitors yet as Stretch is still in an induced coma while they do the surgeries, turns out the damage was a bit worse than they first thought" Gohan's face fell in frustration,
"Well when can we see him?" he ground out through a clenched jaw,
"In a couple of days, in the meantime let's hit that warehouse, Q's got a battle!" Slick responded with a smile,
"Q? Is this fo'real?" Gohan asked his friend with a serious face,
"Yeah homie, if you ain't gonna do it then I'll do it and you can be my hype man" Q joked with a subtle wink as he unlocked his car, and they got in.

Q was driving past 7 Ball road when Slick leaned forward and put the radio on,
"Yo what's playin?" Gohan asked him as Slick tuned through the stations until California Lovebegan blasting through the car, bringing a big smile to everyone's faces, "That's what I'm talkin about!" Q yelled over the music, though the song was already half way through. Upon the start of the second verse, everyone started singing along.

"OUT ON BAIL, FRESH OUTTA JAIL!

California dreamin, soon as I stepped on the scene, I'm hearin hoochies screamin!

Fiendin for money and alcohol, the life of a Westside playa

Where cowards die, and the strong ball!"

Soon the trio rocked up at the parking lot not far from the warehouse, laughing as they started to get out the car, still singing,
"Caliiforniaaa, knows how to paaarty!" Slick sang in his terrible singing voice,
"Man that's just what I need to get psyched up for a battle man, some good old 2pac" Q said with a smile on his face. Gohan walked in front of him and poked him on the forehead,
"Yeah but 2pac can't make you rap better so come on, practice on us man"

Slick started making a makeshift beat with his mouth as Q stood for a moment sizing Gohan up and thinking,
"Aight check this out, Yo, Yo you may be taller than me, bigger than me, but that just means that when you trigger me and we battle you gon' fall harder than me. I see your jersey homie you're a fan of the warriors? Or are you just wearing it coz you can't afford anything else, with a family as poor as yours! I hail from Los Satan I'm a West-Ci-ty rap king son, I spit rhymes so full of fire that they call me a gatt-ling gun!"
"OH! Man you got this cypher in the BAG man!" Gohan laughed with excitement for his friend,
"You know it! Who's he battling again?" Slick asked as Q took a few moments to search his memory,
"Emcee Squared" Q finally said.
"Yo man watch out for his word-play, that alone has been enough to win him a fair few cyphers, but his flow is weak, so take advantage of that" Gohan told his friend.

"Man you know so much about rapping why don't you do it?" Slick asked him,
"How am I gonna support a family with that man? I can't get famous enough, how many white dude's you see in the industry?" Gohan replied in frustration,
"But YOU could do it!" Q said, "Depending on what you do with your music, rapping can be just like poetry but with style man, think of it that way" he added, before heading to the warehouse which had just opened and everyone attending was flooding through the doors, "Yo we'll have to talk later it's time"

Inside 10 minutes later

2 rappers were battling and one was the infamous 'Menace 2 Society' who was considered the best freestyle rapper in the entire cypher underground. He played dirty, rapped well, and rumour had it that he was affiliated with a gang that was partaking in a gang war against West coast gangs. This was a rumour of course but one had to be knowledgeable of these things in order to be prepared for anything. It was currently Menace's turn in the cypher and he was destroying the new guy, "Get'cho young-blood ass up outta here, the fear that you be feeling? That lonely single tear? That there is a sign man to get the fuck away, you won't find no sobriety! In the rap game, conjure is found everywhere, against this Menace to Society!" Menace finished his verse, causing a massive uproar to break out amongst the crowd.
"Man he's good" Q said quietly to himself,
"Hey man don't worry about it, he ain't your opponent just yet. Besides, you'd kill that mo'fucker man" Gohan encouraged his friend.

Up on stage the announcer called out the next 2 competitors,
"Quincy Q versus Emcee Squared!" this was followed by a lot of screaming, cheering and booing at the two as they made their way up to the stage. "Alright Q since you're the challenger you pick, who's going to take the mic first?" the announcer asked. Quincy was nervous. Possibly more nervous than he had ever been in his life, but he managed to keep his face straight,
"Let this cat go first" he told the announcer stepping back and putting his hands in his pockets in a show of confidence and arrogance he didn't feel. Emcee Squared took the mic and stepped forward, his too-big, long-sleeved, button-up shirt almost reaching his jean-clad knees with a hat worn low, hiding a good portion of the top of his face with the shadow caused by the harsh lighting of the warehouse.

He took a few seconds to get his mind going before proceeding,
"Yo this dawg comes in here and calls me a cat, well he'll be feline the pain when I scratch attack, like gats my raps boom through the house and bust you down like a door, I'll put you under house arrest so brutal that white'sll be screamin FOUR SCORE, and trying to set you free, trying to liberate you from my lyrical slav-ery, your false bravery is noted, and I can tell you nervous, and so making you look a fool has become my number one purpose!" Emcee Squared finished strong and there was a lot of cheering for that. Q noted that he put more focus on making the rap flow a bit better this time. However Quincy was the KING of flow…at least of all the people at their high school anyway,
"Very well done Emcee, and you obviously got a lot of love from the crowd but it ain't over yet. Q! Are you ready?!" the announcer asked, giving him the mic.

Q nodded at the man and stepped up.
"Hey ya'll see this busta here? He think that he lyrical! But as I heard his rapping man my thoughts were all cynical, I couldn't stop thinking about how they were the pinnacle, of a high Jamaicans spiritual journey, comin down off the residual effects of some strong ass "prescription" weed, his shit ain't clinical, and his ass is too high to be battling, mental or physical, he ain't up to me, this nigga pitiful!" Q finished and took a deep breath, wiping the sweat from his forehead,
"YEAH Q KILL THAT MUTHAFUCKA!" Slick called out, taking another swig from his beer,
"Yo man what the fuck is you doin? We're minors!" Gohan hissed at his already slightly tipsy friend,
"Man….f-fuck you, you pansy…pansy ass white-bread muthafucka" Slick said, gulping another mouthful of the alcoholic liquid,
"Ah fuck" Gohan muttered, shaking his head before looking back up, to see that Emcee Squared had already taken the mic back for his second chance.

"Yo you rap well, but you ain't digging deep enough, to find a flow as cold as mine, you just plain actin tough! Now that's enough junior, I can tell you still in school, because I'mma teach you so many lessons that I make you look like a fool you tool! This shit ain't cool, leave it to the adults, go back home and slam your door sit in the corner and have a sulk!" Less applause erupted from the crowd this time but it was still a relatively good reaction from the crowd. Quincy took the mic back. He readied himself for his next verse, knowing that this may be the decider of his future, the beginning of his new life could start with this victory,
"Yeah I may be younger than you, you got that right it's true, and perhaps you'd be correct in saying that I still go to schoo', but the mistake you made in that verse is that my mama didn't raise no fool! Bitch back the fuck up old man, make like your hairline!" at this Q snatched the low-worn cap and revealed his slowly balding head, "Recede from this warehouse and straight towards a hair salon! You weezin geezer! You cold alright, coz I put'cho body in a freezer! You sorta seem like Ja Rule man, creepy and forty-three! But just like Ja man you ain't as old as you seem! In fact I'd like to wager that you ain't much older than me!" another massive round of applause from the audience followed that finish, accompanied of course, by whooping from Slick and Gohan.

"AIGHT ERR'BODY IT'S PRETTY CLEAR WHO THE WINNER IS HERE! PUT'CHO HANDS TOGETHER FOR QUINCY Q!" the crowd began cheering even louder, if that was possible. Gohan and Slick jumped up on stage and almost tackled him,
"YOU DID IT MAN! YOU GOIN TO THE NEXT ROUND!" Slick yelled in his face in an attempt to be heard over the crowd. Q smiled a big smile and kissed his cross necklace, which puzzled Gohan. As the group was leaving the warehouse for the after party out the front, Gohan turned to his friend,
"Man why you always kiss that thing?" he questioned,
"I'm thankin god for being with me in that battle" Q answered his friend with a small smile,
"What you don't think your god actually helped you do you?" Gohan asked almost sarcastically,
"Well yeah actually I do, you don't believe in a higher power?" Q queried him seriously, looking him in the eye. Gohan thought about it, and decided,
"Well, I guess I believe there's something, but whatever it is, it ain't done me no favors so why should I do something for it? Knah'mean? The day they help ME is the day I'll thank 'em" Gohan responded, bringing a small chuckle from his friend,
"You can't expect a higher power to get you through life do you? I mean you said you believe there is SOMETHING, so that means they gave you life. You coulda just as easily been a miscarriage, or come up messed up. But you were born healthy and strong, ain't that enough? If they did everything for you, you'd never grow as a person, never adapt. Besides, what's wrong with putting your faith in a power beyond you, even if some consider it far-fetched? It's about hope. Knowing and accepting you aren't powerful enough to change your fate, and instead placing your fate in the hands of an all-powerful essence isn't necessarily being weak man, knowing your limits and being able to ask for help from something greater than you is a strength in its own right, I feel like everyone is entitled to deal with things their own way. Some prefer to take all of the pressure on their back and try to power through it alone, some put their faith in something greater when they know they can't proceed alone. There's no right or wrong way homie, only YOUR way" Q finished his seemingly prophetic speech, leaving Gohan to actually think about what he said. "Shit man that's deep…" Gohan said quietly still thinking about it,
"Where do you think shit up like that man? My mind's so fucked up, I never have a chance to think that deeply" Slick told him as well as he could while tipsy, surprised at the conversation, mostly Q's words.

However they were interrupted by Emcee Squared approaching them with a group amidst the partying individuals. Emcee Squared's face immediately turned to a sneer at seeing Gohan,
"Who this white boy dressing like he black?" he mocked,
"Don't you say shit about my man!" Slick threatened taking a step but being stopped by Gohan, who simply shook his head at him slightly, silently telling him to let it go,
"So you think you rap pretty well huh?" Emcee asked rhetorically,
"You just a punk-ass bitch" he spat at Q,
"Hey man why don't you leave us alone, he won fair and square homie" Gohan attempted to reason calmly,
"Homie? Punk I ain't yo "homie" or any of that shit!" he said grabbing Gohan's shirt and pulling him close, bringing all eyes to them, protests of "Hey!" and "Leave him alone" were heard, scattered through the crowd,
"Look, I don't want no trouble man" Gohan said, earning him a punch in the face. Gohan stumbled back and hit the ground, nursing his cheek with the back of his hand as he stood up. Slick was currently being held by Q who knew Gohan could take a punch. The group snickered at his non-reaction,
"Little prick won't even fight back, what's wrong little princess? Don't wanna fight? Get the fuck outta here you pansy, white-bread bitch!" Emcee mocked cruelly, shoving Gohan backwards, causing him to stumble back and almost fall over again. He caught himself and turned and began walking away, much to the delight of the crew, who were making chicken noises as he walked away. Slick went to walk past them towards Gohan when one of them cheap-shot him in the side of the head, sending Slick headfirst to the ground and knocking him out. Gohan turned and saw his friend in the dirt, a small trickle of blood coming from his head. Gohan ran over, ignoring the laughing guys, checking him over. Luckily it didn't look too bad, mostly superficial. Some of the crowd had seen enough and were starting to get up, ready to help out if it got too bad seeing as it was now Gohan and Q, versus roughly 8 or 9 of them.

Q walked over to the leader,
"Look man the good lord didn't want none of this shit, let's just part ways before someone does something they'll regret" Q pleaded,
"What are you some kinda pussy?" Emcee merely scoffed at him,
"I'm something of a pacifist, I don't fight unless I have to" Q told him calmly, drawing another round of laughter,
"Well tell me when you deem that you 'have to' aight?" Emcee seethed, reaching into his pocket and retrieving a small pocket knife, and grabbing Q's collar, which Gohan immediately saw,
"Hey!" Gohan exclaimed, standing up.
"Awww, the prissy bitch wanna come and play? I thought you didn't want no trouble punk!?" Emcee joked.
" .Enough" Gohan enunciated every word, standing to Emcee's side giving him a steely glare. There was silence for a moment, but eventually Emcee put the knife back in his pocket,
"Aight you're right, too far" he said letting go and turning around and making to walk away, at this everyone visibly relaxed. Before out of nowhere, he turned around and sucker punched Q in the nose, breaking it. He fell to the ground clutching his broken feature, blood spilling out. Gohan had, had enough. He furiously walked over to Emcee, who turned to face him and shrugged, "What 'homie'? Watcha gonna do? You want so-" but at this Gohan had reached him.

Gohan grabbed him by his shoulder and pulled him down and simultaneously threw a knee up into his solar-plexus, knocking the wind from his lungs, before violently dropping an angry elbow on the back of his neck. At this his crew reacted and the people in the crowd who planned to help hurriedly tried to make it through the crowd. The first one to reach Gohan managed to get a punch in on Gohan's face, but Gohan grabbed the arm with one hand and used his free hand to hammer-blow his elbow causing it to hyper extend, before Gohan fired off a clean left-hook, to his ribs, finishing the combo with a headbutt to his face, dropping him.

The second goon arrived at the same time as the third. Gohan narrowly ducked a sloppy and wide hook, stepped forward and threw and upper-cut into his inner knee, causing him to buckle. Gohan quickly straightened and front kicked him in the chest, knocking him over but not out. The other however jumped on Gohan's back and Gohan barely managed to grab him over his shoulder and throw him to the ground before stepping on his throat, incapacitating him. Another had reached him by now and he got hit hard in the head from behind, toppling him to the ground front first. He broke his fall with his hands and rolled onto his back just in time to see a kick approaching his head from the side. He sat up just as the boot passed where his head was and he threw an elbow backwards into the passing knee of the assailant. He grabbed the waist of the unbalanced attacker and pulled them to the ground beside him. Dropping another elbow on his head and knocking him out cold before he got kicked in the ribs by another. Gohan rolled backwards over his shoulder to his feet in pain from the kick and the punch to his head. He wobbled slightly but still managed to lean back from the wide punch swung his way, retaliating by stepping in behind him and bringing his knee up between his legs into his crotch, before throwing a massive hook into the back of his neck, sending him sprawling face first. Gohan felt a metal pipe collide with his back, knocking him to the floor in massive pain, "AGH!" he screamed, rolling onto his back and leaning his head away just as the pipe smashed into the concrete beside him.

The metal pipe's contact with the immovable ground caused it to ring and it threw the force back into the attacker's hands, causing him to shout and drop the pipe, his arms in horrible agony. But Gohan knew he was still too fucked up from all those cheap shots to keep fighting. He was no alien from some kind of warrior race after all. He saw as the last few guys were running away from the fresh audience who had come to his rescue after getting over the shock of watching him fight so well against a large amount of opponents. Eventually he felt to pairs of hands grab Gohan and raise him to his feet, patting him gently on his back,
"You good homie?" the black one asked him,
"Yeah thanks man, I'll live" Gohan ground out, in obvious pain, to which he grimaced,
"Where do them niggas get off ganging up on people for no reason like that man?" he said shaking his head,
"Do you need an ambulance?" the white guy on his other side asked,
"Nah I'm goo-" but at that Gohan heard groaning, he turned and saw Emcee Squared laying there, trying to get up, "You know what you better call one" he muttered darkly, limping over to Emcee, kicking him in the ribs, causing Emcee to shout in pain and roll onto his back, clutching his ribs, "Jivin-ass, wannabe-gangster, punk muthaFUCKA!" Gohan shouted kicking him again. Gohan sat on his stomach, pulled his torso up by the front of his shirt, "How do YOU like it?!" Gohan shouted, enunciating the 'YOU' with a punch to his nose, breaking it with a sickening crunch.

Gohan pulled him back up gesturing to Emcee's fallen crew members, beaten and groaning. "Now you see what I can do bitch, was it fuckin worth it? HUH?!" Gohan was shouting in his face, followed with a punch to his cheek. Gohan yet again pulled him up into a semi sitting position before throwing him back to the ground, "You ever try that shit again and I'll stomp your fuckin brains out. Am I fuckin clear?" Gohan threatened in a low voice,
"Yes! Yes just stop!" he pleaded. Gohan stood up looking at him angrily,
"Punk-ass trick muthafucka" Gohan muttered, spitting on Emcee, just as sirens could be heard approaching.
"Come on let's get the fuck outta here" Q said, his nose plugged with tissue paper. The break looked alright now that he had re-located it. They picked up a barely awake Slick and limped away from the scene as fast as they could. They reached Q's car and they sat in it a few moments calming down before driving to Q's house.

Gohan was on his phone currently and called his mother as it was getting late. It was Goten who picked up the phone,
"Hello?" the timid nervous voice came through,
"Hey little man! What's happening?" Gohan said cheerily to his little brother,
"Gohan! Hey! Not much, just watching Naruto on TV" he said casually,
"Oh yeah? What'd I miss?" Gohan said smiling at the way he knew his brother's eyes were lighting up on the other side,
"Sasuke got bit by the snake guy and now he's got this thing on his neck!" Goten relayed excitedly,
"That's no good, hey could you put mom on the phone for a sec?" Gohan inquired to his sibling,
"Mhm! 1 moment"

There was silence on the line for a few seconds before he heard the phone being picked up,
"Gohan?" his mother's voice asked confused,
"Hey mom, sorry about this morning. I shouldn't have called you names like that" he told her apologetically,
"It's okay sweetie I'm sorry too" she replied genuinely,
"Hey mom I called to tell you that we just left the warehouse where my friend had a rap battle-" but he was interrupted,
"Which friend? Was it Quincy? I like that boy. Very polite, very nice and well mannered" Chichi rambled, causing Gohan to smile at her antics,
"Yeah it was Q, listen I was wondering if I could stay at Q's place tonight. Some guys jumped us again and I don't want Goten to see me like this" he explained to his mother,
"Oh honey, not again. Are you okay?" she asked, concerned,
"Yeah we managed to fight them off with the help of a few by-standers, but Slick got sucker-punched and he hasn't come to yet" Gohan detailed,
"Well as long as you get to school tomorrow then I don't see why not, and tell Quincy's mother I said hello" Chichi added, "Well I have to go now, Goten's calling me about his show, bye sweetie" she called into the phone,
"Later mom" Gohan replied finally, hanging up, "It's all good man" Gohan told Q from the front seat as Q turned to his house.

Suffice to say that Quincy's mother Leshawna was not pleased to see the boys so roughed up,
"Uh uh, why do those delinquents always attack my boys!?" she harped angrily, "I have half a mind to go down there and teach them boys a lesson!" she raved before stepping aside to let the boys into the rather small, but cozy and homey apartment, "Poor Tyrone, hey there Gohan, how's ya mother doin?" she asked affectionately. Leshawna was a plump 5"7 woman who looked considerably younger than her wise age of 43. She had long, dark hair braided in a pony-tail and the whole crew had known her since primary when Q met them, and she was like a second mother to them.
"She's goin okay. Much less drunken rampages nowadays" Gohan told her,
"Oh good, I pray for that woman ya'know? Gotta be a good person to have given birth to such a fine young man" she said, walking into the kitchen, "Did y'all want something to eat? I made rice, chicken and peas" she informed them as she gathered a first aid kit from under the sink,
"Yes please Aunt Leshawna" Gohan said as his stomach rumbled,
"That'd be great Mama" Q answered, "So is it aight for G-man and 'sleepin beauty' to crash here tonight?" he asked gesturing at Gohan and Slick,
"Of course! Anytime you need baby you just say the word" she told Gohan with sincerity.

2 hours later Q got a text on his phone from the Cypher announcer,
"Yo my next opponent is Big Z. Same warehouse, a week from now" he told Gohan and Slick, who had woken up by now with a splitting headache.
"Big Z huh?" Gohan said thoughtfully, "I say for this guy you go for a little style and power, he lacks there. You're a better lyricist on the fly than he is I'd say" Gohan told him after a moment,
"See this is my main man" Q said with a smile, "What would I do without you homie?"

JJ: Well that's this chapter people! This is the first chapter of 7 Ball, which, if you haven't figured out yet, is a play on the title of the movie 8 Mile which partially inspired this fic. As you can see there's a fair amount of foul language in this and quite a bit of violence but it's all written on the basis of a good story, even if you aren't a fan of Hip-hop the story WILL get interesting soon. And although it doesn't seem like it now, Videl will be a big part of this story. Till next time guys and don't forget to review and give me your thoughts, praise or criticism as long as it's constructive. I love to hear from you guys and gals.