REVELATIONS

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I write slow romance introductory stories, if you are looking for hot/steamy/up-beat sex this is not the story for you.

CHAPTER ONE

Gohan groaned in slight agony as he pressed his body up from the ground, locks of ebony hair tumbling down to obscure his eye sight. He was supposed to be training but instead he felt as though he'd taken on the entire lot of wicked evil since his child-hood days single-handedly. A hand went to his lip which had long since, been busted by the impact of a fist to his handsome yet still slightly boyish features. Crimson smeared the back of his hand and he winced inwardly at the sight, it seemed even now he couldn't get over his distaste for blood itself.

"Are you alright Gohan?" A gentle voice asked at his side.

Turning his head, those dark eyes fell upon the affectionate face of his father. Smiling even though it hurt, the young man nodded his head in confirmation for if his mother had been allowed near their training area. He was certain that every body that stood here would be six feet under, this also included his father since the woman still could not bring herself to accept that fact: That her family and friends were those saving the world from peril.

Perhaps not the everyday perils that come and go, that's why there were policemen to write their speeding tickets. Detectives and scientists to figure out murders, and make the latest study on global warming. The military to well, allow humans to do what they did best: Destroy each other. Yet some how, some way he- Gohan. Had been born into this life a creature both human and non-human. Following in his father's footsteps to save the world and never to be given such gratification other than some small TV publicity.

Feeling another gaze upon him, Gohan looked to find the man...No...the creature that had turned him into this skilled fighting machine. Piccolo. The obvious ancient of them stood only a few paces away, with his heavy weighted shoulder armor, shrouding the verde colored skin beneath. His features were set into hard stone, as he looked forwardly back at the young man, and Gohan quickly averted his eyes. For his sensei was obviously displeased with his lack of skill, and just the same his lack of hiding an open pain.

"Everyone is tired, lets call this one a day!" Announced Krillin as he lowered his short body down to the ground. Trunks following behind as well with Vegeta giving Gohan's averted features his own look of displeasure.

"If I had known that we were going to start babying our children into soft pansies. I wouldn't have come Kakarot." Vegeta snapped, and Trunks winced in slight as his father's forward displeasure.

"Ah Vegeta, don't get your tail in a knot. Nothing has happened in the past ten years! Come on guys, lets grab something to eat!" Goku offered, attempting to be the mediator in the situation.

"And why not go shopping with our wives?" Vegeta snorted, earning a slightly nervous smile from Krillin.

"Heh...I doubt that'll be happening any time soon." Trunks added, and the entire body laughed. Except for the tall, domineering Namekian who could've gone the rest of the day at this training business. As he called it: Exercise. Those around him were far too inferior and he would do a far better job at 'training' by himself. Offering no further words of encouragement or disapproval the man simply disappeared with his inhuman speed. Placing the lot of them to shame, and as though he'd never been part of them all-He was gone.

"Sheesh, what gets into him?" Krillin asked, scratching his head.

"Your stupidity." Vegeta smirked, and the shorter man growled in anger. "Shut it Q-Ball."

"I wanted him to come along for dinner.." Gohan said softly, his voice far away searching the sky for the Namekian.

"For dinner?" Goku laughed.

"I don't think Chi-Chi would've liked that. Besides...Isn't the Ox-King coming over?" Interjected Trunks.

"Oh yeah...Oh no….THE FISH!!!" Goku shrieked in utter horror, causing Krillin to jump back in surprise. Vegeta and his son quirked brows in unison while Gohan seemed to understand his father's distress.

"Mother's going to kill us." Said the young man and none could question the fact. That Chi-Chi was not the kindest or most genteel creature ever to be birthed into the feminine world. However it was a hard woman to keep Goku happy, and a vicious woman to keep her son in check.

But none of these things seemed to bother Gohan as they promptly flew in their separate directions. He and his father returning home obviously empty handed, but not even that had bothered him. It were as though Gohan had gone far away into a world within his mind that could never me touched. In his mind he could only see those dark ebony eyes looking upon him with cold disapproval. Making out every misstep, every wince, every fear as he had punched, or kicked. There was nothing escaping those eyes and Gohan felt his weakness steal over him, and shame clouded inner soul. An urge to cry for whatever reason he didn't know, but at eighteen he had long since proven himself to his father, to the world. But not to who he wanted to impress the most.

Dinner came and went, and still he had one more semester of schooling which set his Sunday evening to one of boredom. Books littered his room which had not grown as he grew, but only changed from that of a child to one that should've been made properly as a young man. Scantly clad women hung from calendars, even at his mother's insisting voice that they should all be burned. Gohan proceeded to turn his room into a techno sort of study, along with speakers to give him that surround sound experience.

He should've been content in his room, yet the domestic sense nearly drove him insane for these past ten years. There was nothing that allowed him to be wild, and even when he wrote on paper, the even lines kept his handwriting penned to a dead line and a limitation from the top. How boring it felt, there was little to no pleasure he felt in gaining the next A+ on his exam cards, or even going to school the next morning either. Sighing he finished readying for bed and slipped beneath the covers looking around his room once more.

His eyes fell upon the women around his room and he tried as he did every night to find one that would suite him in his need for pleasure. All of them had those sultry eyes, their faces plastered with make-up and their plump lips by over-drawn lip-liner with lip-stick smiled back at him. Reaching down to his crotch he longed for the hardening of his young male flesh for these women and yet it remained limp against his touch. Instead of invoking the thing to stand at attention for these women Gohan settled for a heavy, defeated sigh before turning off the light.

Pleasure had evaded him yet again.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters above, in reference to Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, Dragon Ball GT or any other dealings with the Anime Manga, or Series. But ideas, and constructive criticism are always welcome-Thank You!

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