Hey all! I know there's a lot of Gohan in Highschool fics out there, but I tried to make this one worth your while. Hopefully it's not too cliché. Enjoy!
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A bright beam of light sliced through the air towards its target, who, momentarily bore a look of surprise. Only momentarily. Golden eyebrows arched down above a pair of liquid green eyes and a grim frown forced itself to the gaping mouth. The spiky haired youth brought his arms up not a second too soon. The beam hit him squarely, pushing him back, but not breaking his guard. He ground his teeth together. Ouch, that burns. Smoke rose off his well muscled arms and he peered over the top of them. Another fighter hovered in the air a few yards away. He barked a harsh laugh and fixed battle hungry eyes on his opponent.
"Is that the best you can do?" his voice grated roughly through the air. An amused smile parted his lips and he shot forward. This time the youth was prepared. He darted off to the side, quicker than the eye could trace, and drove his elbow into his attacker's back. The man pitched forward, but flickered out before he slammed into the tiled floor. The youth anticipated this also, and his eyes flew to the air above his right shoulder where the other fighter reappeared. He released a ki blast but the other figure flicked it away and threw a punch. The youth caught it and delivered a kick to his opponent's mid section. This was caught and both fighters met eyes. Auras flared and they shot apart, only to resume the intense battle. To an untrained eye, they appeared only blurs flitting about. Several ki blasts hurtled towards the walls and floor of the tiled dome and left smoking debris in their wake. The fighters fazed in on opposite sides of the room, glaring daggers at each other. In unknown agreement they charged forward and locked fists. The air around the combatants rippled with golden power and bursts of lightning skittered over flaring auras. The older man grunted and met the other's gaze.
"Don't think I'll let you beat me." He grinned maliciously. A stone hard face met his own smirk.
"You won't have to." A cold voice replied. Surprise registered on the older of the two's face, though only for a second. A second was all it took. The youth took advantage of the distraction and hurtled his opponent over his head, slamming him into the wall.
No! I can't let him win! screamed the thoughts of the airborne man. Calling upon a reserve of energy he shot a ki beam just before he slammed into the wall. The light tore through the room towards the youth, who dodged frantically. Not good enough. It sliced through his shoulder and hot blood dripped down his arm. He fell hard and bounced across the tile floor clutching his bleeding arm. The other man was picking himself off the floor and wiping dust and debris off his gi. All of a sudden the atmosphere lightened and a door slid open from somewhere along the wall.
"Vegeta! Take your son and get him out of my hair. I don't care where you go, just leave!"
The small, blue haired woman heaved a sigh and glared at her husband.
"Infernal woman!" he spat. She'd disabled the gravity sequence when she opened the door. A new safety feature. Abruptly she turned to look at the youth and compassion covered her face.
The youth was picking himself off the ground, being careful of his injured shoulder.
"Oh my! Gohan! Let me see!" She raced over to the teenager and reached up to take a look at the wound.
"It's really nothing, Bulma. Just a scratch." He smiled sheepishly but couldn't hold it, as he winced in pain.
"Vegeta!" she yelled, rage crossing her face. "What am I going to tell Chichi?"
Vegeta grunted and decided now would be a good time to take his leave.
"Where's the brat?" he inquired. His wife watched him sharply.
"In my lab. Next time, try to be a little gentler." Sour laughter could be heard down the hall, accompanied by a few words.
"Ha! A saiyan prince, gentle? Ha ha ha..." Bulma shook her head and sighed.
"I'm sorry Gohan. That man has an ego bigger than a planet." Gohan smiled at his friend.
"It's okay. You get used to it." Bulma smiled at him and her eyes thanked him for understanding. He moved his hand away from his shoulder and rubbed the back of his
head while giving the classic Son grin. Bulma gasped when she laid eyes on uncovered wound.
"Oh Gohan! I'll get you a senzu bean!" She turned to go grab one but a strong arm to her shoulder held her back.
"Nah, save them for something a bit more serious. If you just have some of that cream…?" Bulma nodded, knowing what he was talking about. It was a cream form of the water in the saiyan recovery machines. It sped up a saiyan's already speedy healing process.
"Sure. Come with me, we'll get you patched up."
Twenty minutes later, Gohan experimentally swung his damaged arm around.
"Much better. Thanks Bulma." A white bandage covered his upper shoulder and he cautiously slipped his shirt over his head.
"That must have been some attack to pierce the skin." Bulma remarked casually.
"Yeah, well, Vegeta was a desperate man." Gohan responded light heartedly. Bulma snorted and looked at the young man. Her eyes sparkled lovingly. This amazing young man was like a second son to her. She'd hate to see anything happen to him. He was so dear to all the Z senshi, even though a few of the particularly stubborn ones refused to admit it. He'd been through hell and back for them, and they were very grateful. Out of the blue a horrified look crossed Gohan's face.
"Oh my gosh! My mom is gonna kill me!" he blurted, his pale countenance glued to a watch face. Bulma chuckled as he raced out the front door of Capsule Corps.
"You be careful, Gohan. And come back soon!" He turned around in the air and waved.
"Sure thing!" he shouted enthusiastically and flew off towards his home. Bulma watched as the magnificent sun covered his retreating form. A presence loomed behind her and she turned to see her husband.
"You should be ashamed of yourself, mister saiyan prince!" He glared down at her.
"And you shouldn't pamper him so." Bulma sucked in an annoyed breath of air and turned back to watch the sunset. The couple stood for several minutes in silence and then Bulma once again turned to gaze at her husband. A look of affection and pride had settled onto his face.
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