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Six months had passed since the death of Son Goku. All the Z fighters (even the cold hearted Saiyan prince Vegeta) were completely shocked that the Son Goku had surcome to something as weak as a heart virus. But none were more moved by Goku's death than his wife ChiChi and his son Gohan.
ChiChi had suggested using the Dragon Balls to bring back Goku, but it wouldn't work. The Dragon Balls couldn't bring back someone who died of natural causes, like a virus. Then everyone thought of going to New Namek, but like before it wouldn't work. None of the Z fighters knew where New Namek was and even if they did who knows how long it would take to get there and collect the Namekian Dragon balls and summon their dragon to wish back Goku. So the Z fighters were forced to accept the fact that Goku was permanently dead this time and train hard to defend Earth from attack.
Somewhere out in the 439 mountain district a young boy trained. The boy was Son Gohan son of the late Son Goku. Gohanwas only ten, but fought with the experience and form of someone twice or three times his age.
Gohan wore a purple gi like the one his first mentor Piccolo. Gohan had hip length black hair and dark brown, nearly black, eyes. His skin was a light peach like his mother's, and unlike the normal light tanned skin all Saiyans, including Gohan's father, Son Goku, had.
ChiChi stormed out of the house and approached her son who was training in the front yard (which was a few square miles considering where they lived). The wife of the late Son Goku was not impressed that her son had been focusing more on fighting than on his studies lately. For the first few weeks ChiChi had let it slide, Gohan had just lost his father and needed a way to let out his emotions, but now six months later, it was getting a bit ridiculous. All Gohan did was train from sunrise to sunset, sometimes for days at a time. It was causing a lot of stress on ChiChi and stress was something she couldn't have in her condition.
A few weeks after Goku died ChiChi found out she was pregnant. By how much the fetus had gown ChiChi figured she was a month or so pregnant by the time Goku died. The news of another Son arriving had given all of the Z fighter, especially Gohan, a new feeling of hope and happiness ChiChi hadn't seen in any of them since her husband's death.
ChiChi had finally found Gohan sparing against himself in an open field. The twenty-nine year old woman was glad she had finally found her son. Now all she had to do was get him back to the house.
"Gohan. I just got a call from Bulma. She's having a party and all of us are invited. It would be good for you to get out of the house and socialise for a bit, even if it's with those gang members your father called friends. Now come on. We're going to be late." shouted ChiChi.
Gohan followed his mother back to their small house in the middle of the forest. ChiChi made Gohan change clothes since they were going to a party. Even if her son was becoming a delinquent ChiChi wanted him to look nice for just one day without any complaining. Since Gohan knew it would make his mother happy, and it wasn't good to put a woman whose seven months pregnant under too much stress, Gohan had agreed to change clothes.
Gohan put on a fancy long sleeved white shirt and black pants. He grabbed a capsule containing his spar gis just in case he would need them. When he was dressed Gohan walked back down stairs.
ChiChi was impatiently waiting by the front door. Even though she was seven months pregnant ChiChi didn't look it. So it allowed her to wear whatever she wanted.
ChiChi had changed into a beautiful sleeveless white Chinese dress and black leggings. She had her long black hair in a low ponytail instead of her usual bun. And she had applied a little make up to her face.
Finally Gohan made it downstairs. Mother and son's dark brown eyes met with a clash. Gohan didn't like the look in his mother's eye. Something told him she wasn't too happy and he hoped it didn't get him a frying pan to the head.
"You can't go out in public with that mop on your head. We still have some time to get the Bulma's so you can let me cut it." snapped ChiChi.
Gohan shuttered. He remembered the last time his mother had given him a haircut. He really didn't feel like getting another bowl cut and having all the Z fighters laugh at him at Bulma's party.
"I like my hair the way it is mom. I don't need it cut." protested Gohan.
ChiChi sighed and her face softened.
"Then at least tie it back. Come here. I'll help you." offered ChiChi.
Gohan was shocked by how calm his mother was being. Normally ChiChi would yell at her son until she got him to do what she wanted. Gohan guessed the change had something to do with his father's death. The past few months alone ChiChi had been more lenient with Gohan's studies and letting him train more.
ChiChi quickly tied back her son's hair. When she was done Gohan picked up his mother and flew to West City. The mother and son landed when they reached Capsule Corp. The two let themselves in and walked to where Bulma was having her party.
Everyone noticed when Gohan and ChiChi entered the room. Gohan smiled at all the Z fighters. Everyone was there. Piccolo, Yamcha, Tien, Chiaotzu, Krillin, and even the bad tempered, Saiyan prince Vegeta was attending to Gohan's surprise.
Yamcha and Krillin had been talking to each other before Gohan and ChiChi entered the room. Yamcha was thirty-three, stood exactly six feet tall, had light skin, had a scar over one eye and an X shaped scar on the opposite cheek, short black hair, black eyes, and wore an orange gi with the simble for 'Turtle' on the back and chest. Krillin was thirty, exactly five feet tall, his bald head had six dots on his forehead, black eyes, was light skinned, and wore an orange gi with the simble for 'Turtle' written on the back and chest.
Tien and Chiaotzu also took notice of the young half-Saiyan and his mother. Tien was thirty-three, six foot one, bald, had three eyes, was light skinned, and wore green pants, green armbands, and a white t-shirt. Chiaotzu was twenty-nine, four and a half feet tall, had completely white skin, red cheeks, and wore a green robe with yellow sleeves and a black hat.
Gohan smiled at Yamcha, Tien, Krillin, and Chiaotzu. The young half-Saiyan then looked at his mentor Piccolo. Piccolo returned a small smile to his student. Piccolo was seven foot four, had green skin, pointed ears, wore a purple gi, white cape, and a white turban covered his antenna.
Bulma stepped through the Z fighters crowding around Gohan and ChiChi. Bulma was thirty-three, five foot four, light skinned, had blue eyes, shoulder length blue hair held back with a red headband, and wore a simple white shirt and black pants. In her arms Bulma held her one year old son Trunks. Trunks had lavender tuffs of hair and blue eyes and was wrapped in a blanked for warmth.
"I'm glad you made it. I was starting to worry you might not come. We haven't seen either of you since Goku died. How have you been Gohan? Anything happen in the last six months?" concernedly asked Bulma.
Gohan looked at the blue haired woman. He could sense the worry in her voice and the look of concern in all of the Z fighter's eyes. The half-Saiyan boy sighed and looked at all his friends.
"I'm find Bulma. You don't have to worry about me. None of you have to worry about me." assured Gohan.
While everyone else was paying attention to Gohan, Vegeta had just stayed in the distance minding his own business until now. Vegeta was thirty-five, five foot five, had tanned skin, black flame styled hair, black eyes, wore a blue bodysuit, white gloves, white yellow tipped boots, and Saiyan chest armor. The Saiyan prince glared at the Z fighters, as his normal frown deepened.
"Would you all stop crowding around the brat? He said he was fine. Don't bring up the subject of Kakarot's death again, or I will kill you myself." snapped Vegeta.
Everyone looked completely shocked at Vegeta. Had the Saiyan prince just tried to defend Gohan, or were they all hearing it wrong? Bulma was especially taken back by what her lover and the father of her only child, the man who never once showed her any form of love or kindness, appeared to be standing up for the child of his former enemy and greatest rival.
Gohan thought, unlike everyone else, he knew why Vegeta had just tried to defend him. All the Z fighters had found out about Vegeta becoming a Super Saiyan a few days after Goku had died. Gohan theorised that Vegeta had been more affected by Goku's death than anyone had thought, if not for Goku's death then at least for the fact that the Saiyan prince would ever be able to fight against and finally surpass the third class warrior, though he never voice his theory out loud.
Gohan knew besides him and Trunks, who where only both half-Saiyan, that Goku had been the only other Saiyan left in existence besides Vegeta. Being the last of your kind would be enough to drive anyone over the edge, even Vegeta.
Suddenly the radio changed from the song it had been playing to an emergency broadcast. Everyone forgot about what Vegeta had said and listened to the reporter over the radio.
"We interrupt this regularly scheduled programming for a case of national security. Two beens are attacking South City. They have incredible power and are destroying everything within sight. Authorities are asking everyone to evacuate the area immediately. But with the strength of these two monsters any attempt of escape is futile. All escape routes are destroyed besides the North interstate outside of the city. It is the only chance of escape. Take the route before it is too late. Good luck to you all and may these beens be stopped before it is too late." announced the Radio Announcer.
The Z fighters all shared the same look. The look they only got before they were about to fight.
ChiChi looked at her son and noticed the same look on her son's face. The pregnant woman glared at her son. There was no way ChiChi was going to let her son fight.
"There's no way you're going to South City Gohan. It's far too dangerous. Besides you still have to study. I'm not going to let you fall behind in your studies and become a muscle head like your father. Gohan? Are you listening to me? How do you expect to become a scholar if you're constantly running off to fight some meaningless battle." shouted ChiChi.
Something in Gohan just snapped. The ten year old child glared at his mother. ChiChi was taken aback by the look on her son's face, a look far too serious and old for one so young. Before Goku's death Gohan would have never looked at or apposed his mother, but that was then and this is now, and it was an emergency.
"No mom. I'm going to South City with everyone else. Dad's dead and I have to take his place. It's my duty as his son to defend the Earth. These two beens attacking South City could pose a threat to the rest of the planet if we don't stop them. I'm sorry mom but I have to do this." stated Gohan.
The young half-Saiyan rushed out of Capsule Corp. and began to fly to South City. Gohan changed into his purple gi as he flew towards South City. The other Z fighters soon followed after the half-Saiyan before ChiChi had a chance to open her mouth and yell at them.
Little did they know they were approaching the battle of their lives? The world would be changed forever the moment the Z fighters arrived at South City. They were about to meet the world's worst nightmare, the Androids.
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