The Boy's Power
Other Genres enlisted on this anime: Action, Tradgedy, Romance, Friendship, Crime, Suspense, Sci-Fi/Supenatural and Angst
Dragon Ball/Dragon Ball Z is owned by Toei Animation, Fuji Tv, and Akira Toriyama please be advised that to no extent that any characters are owned by me. Viewer Advisory is advised for mild profanity, death, and violence. Rated T
*Gohan can mean rice in Japanese. If put with a combined set of characters, it can also mean lunch and meal.
Chapter 1: The Boy with the Unknown
The man's wrinkly hand injected the serum into the baby's body.
The Saiyan child named Bardock squirmed as he felt the weird substance be injected into him. The alien-like man stabbed the long needle into Bardock until the glowing, blue, liquid was fully transported into the boy's arm. Sighing, the scientist (Bioengineer/Doctor) knew that this was the last of the serum and had a feeling it wasn't going to work. Placing the needle down, he gazed toward the screen of the testing monitor of his lab reports.
All the unwanted children that were received as tests had died almost exactly 20 minutes after they had been exposed with this 'serum'. According to the results there was a 0% chance that a child would be able to survive. Out of the millions of children given the needle, they would die the same way; eyes slowly fade, skin becomes pale and lifeless, and then they slowly pass on. He was annoyed as to why King Cold wanted this. If you wanted to kill children, go ahead and do it. This process however was longer and annoyingly monotonous (boring). Actually, he didn't know why he was doing this or what would happen if a child did survive. All he knew was that he did not care.
After the twenty minutes, the man actually had the nerve to turn around and check on the child. He didn't know why. There was really no point…
He was wrong.
The small child was waving its hand carelessly in the air giggling to himself. The alien named Malaka had gasped. It could not be true! A child had actually survived. Malaka quickly rushed over to the control center on the monitor. Checking on the information that the implanted cables gave on the boy, Malaka was astounded. His mentality state was fine, No internal or external damage. It had seemed there had been no changes. Getting back on track, Malaka rushed toward the outside of the lab to report his new and absurd discovery…
Only to not realize, something had changed…
Age 768: October
He had to go shopping, one of the things that he was NOT good at…
It had been seven months since the Cell games. After becoming the savior of the world, Gohan had learned that his mother was pregnant. This is when he began to learn the horrors of pregnancy. Screaming, barfing, peeing excessively, anger, 'extremely odd sweetness…', and resentment was all part of his mother's personality. The good thing was that after one or two more months, he was going to have a little brother or sister. It seemed like everything was piecing back together in these days. Life was going great and so it appeared his family. It all was good again…
except for…except that his dad was...
Ignoring his thoughts, Gohan continued on into Orange Star City to pick up groceries that his mother had requested.
As soon as he got into the city, he never realized how big it was. There were skyscrapers, restaurants, office buildings, shops, and so many other numerous things that he couldn't name them all! Descending gracefully in a secluded area behind a building, Gohan traveled onward towards the store. Grabbing a capsule, he threw it into the air and then came out a small metallic GPS (Global Positioning System). Using the instructions that Bulma shared with him, Gohan imputed the destination of this 'Star Market' that his mother told him specifically to get groceries from. When the GPS displayed the directions, he found out that the market was a while away.
'Better start walking' He said in his mind.
Gohan had realized the city was more diverse then he had realized. Especially the attitudes of people. When he accidentally bumped into a stranger, they started to yell at him loudly. Being polite, he apologized and moved on a bit annoyed. However, there was a nice lady who offered him some candy on the street who was endorsing the end to child abuse. So many different people, and things to observe in the city made his sense of adventure heighten. The intricate patterns of the rug a man was selling on the street and the sweet and mouth-watering smell of bread being baked in a bakery made him forcibly grin. Sadly, while casually observing the city fascinated, Gohan heard a shrilling scream coming from an ally way. Rushing towards the scene, Gohan saw three large boys kicking a small figure. Getting closer he could over hear what words the boys were saying.
"You stupid little piece of crap! I said give it back!" A boy with brown hair exclaimed while stomping on the figures head once more.
"Hey! Leave them alone!" A voice filled with menace said.
The three boys turned to see the raven haired boy wearing a Chinese styled, collard outfit named Gohan.
"What the hell? Who's this pipsqueak?" Asked one of the boys who appeared to be over-weight.
"The name's Gohan! Leave that girl alone! I don't want to hurt you!" Gohan demanded.
"Oh my Gosh! *Rice! Was your Mom on crack when she named you? Of maybe she's fat and was thinking of food or something! Wow that's funny as hell man!" The third boy had answered.
"Anyways, kid, since you wanna be a 'badass' here, we'll show you what a 'badass' is, punk," The brown haired one answered again.
The boy suddenly charged at Gohan with his fist ready to strike. Throwing an attempted punch towards Gohan's face, he never expected it to be caught by the half-saiyan. Surprised, he tried to pull his hand away but Gohan's grasp was too much for him. Using as little strength as he could muster, Gohan had punched the boy straight in the lips. The boy had instantly fainted from the impact and fell to the ground beside his crew.
"Holy shit! No one ever has took Takeshi down like that! That dude must be ripped or somethin'! Let's get out of here!" Yelled the frightened overweight one.
Picking up their friend, they immediately cleared the ally way. Returning his look towards the small figure, he walked over and crouched down to get a better look. He noticed that it was a small girl, probably five or six, with short, cream colored hair and huge and bright pink eyes. He had never seen person with such an appearance.
"Are you okay?" He asked but it looked like she only had minor injuries.
" I-I think I'm fine…thank you for saving me sir," the short, high pitched girl had replied while swiping the dirt of her tattered, navy cloak.
"Well that's good to know. Hey, come on now, let's get up," he suggested. 'Why were they beating on a little girl?' Gohan had queried while helping the girl up.
"If ya' don't mind me asking, why were they attacking you in the first place?" Gohan asked.
"Well, it seems they wanted my secret relic that I was looking at in public carelessly…" With determined eyes, she grasped something from her pocket and showed it to Gohan. It gave the impression of an old scroll. Examining it, Gohan wondered what it said inside.
"If you're wondering, I had opened it when I found it on the ground two months back, but I couldn't understand the word thingys. I always wanted to see what it said. Maybe it is a treasure map or somethin'. But I couldn't find out anything. Since you had saved me and since I saw your strength, I have given in your possession my mysterious relic. Dunduhduhduh! Maybe you will find something about it that I cannot. Take it with passion, and care for it. By the way, name's Kaijin." The small girl's mood had changed in an instant from anxious and scared to happy and excited.
"Uhh…thanks… I will Kaijin…," Gohan had replied a little confused while peeking at the scroll.
"Wait! Don't open it yet! Wait till' you're privately in your house! It's a secret, remember! Anyways, I got to go! Bye-bye and thanks again! They're probably wonderin' about me!"
"Okay Kajin. Get home safe to your family and be more careful! Thank you for the relic." Gohan had waved while looking at the mysterious scroll. He wondered what was inside. Remembering his duty, he put the scroll into his pocket and headed for the market before the sun went down.
Hiding behind a corner, the girl grinned.
Upon returning home with all the groceries in his hands, he noticed that he was at least ten minutes late. He was screwed, but at least he bought all the groceries home.
He door didn't even have to open the door. Slamming the door open furiously, Chi-Chi was steamed.
"WHERE WERE YOU YOUNG MAN?! I WAS WORRIED SICK!" The woman screeched.
"Sorry mom, I ran into something while walking to the market…," the boy sweat dropped and was very afraid.
"Oh my! Did you get hurt? Did someone attack you? Did you get near Vegeta? I don't see any injuries. Were you hanging around a girl? Oh goodness Gohan's going to have a girlfriend! Then I'm going to have so many grandchildren! I want to arrange the marriage right now! Can you still get married at a younger age in this society?" Chi-Chi was bursting with questions. The last one's made Gohan blush.
"No Mom! I had to save a little girl from a group of bullies!"
"Well that's very caring of you Gohan. Now after we unload the groceries you need to continue your studies while I make dinner, alright?"
"Yes Mommy."
That night before he went to bed, Gohan had grabbed the scroll from his pocket and intensely examined it. It was a faded tan color with rips and marks. Concentrating, he unraveled it carefully.
Located on the scroll was what seemed to be hieroglyphics of some sort? An un-encrypted language that he could not describe, nor decipher. Before he could contemplate whether to ask Bulma or research it himself, the scroll began to glow. Staring with awe mixed with confusion, Gohan skeptically stared at the mysterious scroll gasping. After the light had diminished, he noticed that the scroll had changed languages. From the mysterious language to his own (Japanese or Earthling). He was now extremely bewildered. He then decided to read the text:
Though that one shall be born with mystery in eyes.
Different in all
Power will be bought forth between the diverse beings
Shall it be thy end or thy truth?
Will thy prevail with thy power?
Rising towards heroics
Falling in existence
That never existed…
After he finished, he was even more curious of this scroll. It made his skin itch and tingle. He had so many queries, but yet he couldn't respond. What did it all mean? He decided he will start to find out the enigma of this scroll tomorrow. As the stars sparkled in the sky, the boy dreamed of anticipations…