So here's a new story… And it's an Alternate Universe… And it's about a new take on the classes… And it's a Gohan/Videl fic… With some Vegeta/Bulma… You'll enjoy the hell out of it… Or not… I don't care… Yes I do…
Chapter 1
The muffled sounds of the cheering crowd filled Gohans ears as he waited for his round. The human Yamcha, a failed gladiator wrapped his hands in a tight leather before the fight. In his mind Gohan was calm. This was something he'd grown accustomed to. In this time after Frieza, he knew his place was here. Especially in being a halfbreed.
"There. You ready kid?" Yamcha asked.
"As ready as I'll ever be." Gohan replied standing. There was a hanging bag in the middle of the room that Gohan punched testing the straps.
With a cumulative "Oh!" and a following cheer from the outside crowd, Gohan new that the fight had finished and that one of the fighters had died a vicious death. He was correct. A half breed Saiyan was dragged into the holding area. His eyes were gauged out and his neck non existant.
"Damn… That fighter is no joke." Yamcha warned.
"He's just another cocky fullblooded bastard. He won't be much a challenge." Gohan said punching his hands and loosening up.
"Now who's being cocky?" Yamcha replied.
Gohans doors open and he looks ahead, "When I have to fight him... You'll see what I mean.." He stepped out to the roaring crowd. It was a large coliseum, with King Vegeta and his family along with Gohans owner off to the side in a large patio balcony.
In the center of the ring was Gohans opponent. He was a timid Saiyan. A bit lanky, without much to him. He tried his best intimidating look, but it had no effect. Gohan was almost disappointed that this was his fight.
"C-Come on!" The Saiyan threatened.
Gohan got closer. He knew this was the Saiyans first fight. He stopped and looked towards the king. They were given the go, and Gohan turned to the gladiator.
"Are you ready?" Gohan asked.
"Shut up!" The Saiyan shot back. He flung himself at Gohan.
Gohan moved slightly to the right making the Saiyan move past him as Gohan grabbed his tail sending the Saiyan into a weak state. The crowd got excited as Gohan grabbed the Saiyans head pulling him close.
"Here's some advice. Don't loosen up your tail… Ever." He said as he knocked the saiyan in the back of the head. He stood up and bowed to the front as the Saiyan got pulled away. He walked away towards the door. He was greeted by Yamcha.
"Well that was honorable." He stated.
"We're nothing without a sense of honor Yamcha. You're an old fighter. You know that." He said sitting and waiting.
"If you could say that. I was only ever in one fight. And it crippled me." He said revealing his bolted up leg.
Gohan chuckled as he sank back into thought. He closed his eyes and waited. Time seemed to go by quickly. In no time to Gohan it was his turn to fight again. In three matches he had not killed a single person. And now it was the last fight. The crowd was roaring for blood.
"Alright kid… It's time." Yamcha prepped him.
Gohan exhaled, "Alright." He stood up and shook his soreness off. The doors opened and Gohan stepped out.
There was an ugly looking Saiyan with a major under bite and a small amount of blood running from his mouth. He was playing to the crowd, roaring to them.
He stopped when he saw Gohan, and started to grin and waited for Gohan to get to him. "Well look it here, another halfbreed. You guys just come in bulk! I'll be dining good and fucking well tonight! Who knows, maybe I'll make my own halfbreeded bastard."
Gohan stopped in front of him. "We'll see." They look to the front and bow. Vegeta nods and permissions them to fight.
Gohan turns back to the overly large Saiyan as he receives a punch to the face that turns him around as the Saiyan grabs him and flings him across the floor of the stadium. "Come on! At least give me a challenge!" He started walking towards Gohan who was slowly shaking off his attack, "All you half breeds are the exact same, so I think I'll take up the na-" When he got to Gohan he was met with the fastest uppercut in the world.
The Saiyan was sent flying upwards in a backflip, and landing on his face. Gohan was still stretching out and loosening up. The Saiyan struggled to get back on his feet. "What happened to your big talk?" Gohan got close and the Saiyan swung with all his might. Gohan caught his fist and with a quick punch to the mid fore arm snapped the bone in half, causing it to protrude out.
The Saiyan howled in pain. The Gohan caught him with a sidekick sending him flying. Gohan calmly continued his stride. The crowd was going wild. Some were screaming for death. The less nasty Saiyan began cowering. "What are you?"
Gohan got close and after hitting the Saiyan in the face disorientating him replied, "I'm just a bastard half breed." He tossed the broken man to the center and looked to the King.
"Kill him father! I want to see the weakling die!" his son Trunks cheered in his miniature version of the Saiyan armor.
Vegeta thought for a second. He was impressed by this fighter, but his judgment was needed. "Very well. Give the command." He allowed the boy.
Trunks looked overly excited about it. He ran to the balcony with his fist in the air. The crowd was silent in anticipation. Gohan looked apathetic, and the Saiyan was terrified for his life. Trunks gave a smirk worthy of his father, and turned his fist down, thumb out.
Gohan nodded and looked at the broken Saiyan. "I hope in your next life, you learn some humility." With a well placed kick to the neck of his enemy Gohan killed him. The crowd cheered wildly. Gohan looked around at his crowd, then back to his King and family. Next to him and his son was Vegetas human mate Bulma. She was a high class human and rumor has it that she's the only person that can match words with Vegeta. Sitting next to her was their adopted daughter Videl.
Gohan didn't know much about her, or how she came to be in Vegetas family. All he knew is that she was beautiful and that was enough for him. She noticed him too, and she leaned to Bulma and whispered something. Bulma looked at her and seemed surprised, but shrugged and nodded. Bulma then leaned to Vegeta with a whisper. Vegeta scowled, but nodded.
Gohan had turned to leave, before Vegeta stopped him. "Halt!" Gohan turned back, "Come closer." As he walked the crowd grew silent. "You know… For a half breed you fight very well. Your skill is impressive. Even more than that of some second class soldiers. Tell me, what is your name?"
Gohan looked at him, "Gohan, my king." He bowed his head in respect.
"Gohan? Who was your father?" Vegeta asked.
Gohan looked down, "I don't know sir. I'm a bastard. My father was never known to me and my mother died shortly after I was born. I've only known this life." He answered truthfully.
"Well then bastard, who is your master?" Vegeta asked.
"Taren." Gohan answered.
Vegeta cocked his head, "Do you not refer to your master as 'master' or ' lord'?" Vegeta asked.
"I do not sire. I cannot call he who is weaker than me master." Gohan replied.
Taren, a stubby fat Saiyan nearly jumped up, "Such insolence! Forgive him sire. He knows not his place."
Vegeta chuckled, "It seems he knows his place well. So what would you do if you had a strong master?" Vegeta asked.
"That has yet to be determined." Gohan replied.
"Watch your tongue when you speak to your king!" Taren jumped in almost flying off the balcony.
"Forgive me your lordship. I do not know my place." He said bowing his head again.
Vegeta stayed quiet for a moment. He thought, and then looked at Gohan, "Very well. I'll fight you."
Gohan's head jumped up. The crowd went wild. Vegeta removed his cape and his upper armor. He was evening out the playing field. "My liege. Don't play into his little game. He's not worth it." Taren tried explaining.
"Unless you are willing to save your honor by getting in there and fighting I do believe I'm about to earn me another Gladiator." Vegeta said to him.
"B-but…" He looked at Vegeta leap down over the edge of the balcony. He landed in the dirt and looked at Gohan.
"Well what do you say? Will you fight me?" Vegeta asked.
"Your lordship… I-" Gohan was trying to respond.
"I tell you what, if… And only if, you beat me. I will allow you the highest title and a place in my guard. After all if you beat the King of Saiyans, you might as well be second to me. This will allow you freedoms and privileges no other half breed, other than my son, has ever received." He explained as he got closer. He stopped a few feet from.
"And if I lose?" Gohan asked.
"You will fight as my gladiator. And only call me master." Vegeta replied.
"Very well." Gohan said as he bowed to his king.
Vegeta ceremoniously bowed to him. They took a step back from each other. The crowd grew silent. The tension built. Then up from the balcony, "Kill him!" Trunks yelled, initiating the fight.
Vegeta shot a blast at him, distracting him as he used his speed to catch him off guard. He landed a punch in his gut causing Gohan to wretch as he was flung across the ring with Vegeta moving very fast to smash him to the ground making a large crater. He brought his foot up to stomp him deeper but Gohan recovered quickly and shot up smashing his head into Vegetas face disorientating him as he lifted slightly in the air.
Gohan grabbed his arms and slammed him into the ground imitating his crater, and leaping into the air to bring his knee into Vegetas gut. Vegeta moved and Gohan crashed into the ground. They jumped away from each other shooting a blast at each other that connected and pushed them slightly back. They circled each other, building even more tension.
Gohan was fatigued from his previous fights, so he was starting to breathe heavy. Vegeta was no joke as a fighter. Vegeta on the other hand wiped his face and saw that he was bleeding from his nose. This caused a double reaction. One of anger and pride. It had been a long time since he had to wipe away blood. They stopped and flew at each other.
Like blinking lights they would be in and out of sight. Gohan was proving his worth and fighting hard. But it was not enough. He was tired and Vegeta was teasing him. He knew Vegeta was holding back, and that all he was doing was toying with Gohan. So with a well placed knee and an elbow to the spine Gohan spiraled to the ground.
He hit and laid there for a second. Vegeta slowly lowered form the air, and walked over to Gohan who was struggling to get up. With a light foot he flipped Gohan to his back. "Well? Do you yield?" Vegeta asked.
Gohan was breathing hard, "Yes… Master…" He said. The crowd went crazy.
Vegeta waved down two Saiyan guards, "Fix him up. And have him delivered to the palace." He looked at Gohan, "You fought well. Be proud of your abilities." Vegeta was handed his armor and cape. He put them on quickly as he looked to the crowd. He silenced them, "Ladies and Gentlemen! The fights are over! The new Champion is Gohan, the halfbreed! You will see him again when the blood moon arrives!" He announced.
"My king…" Gohan got out.
Vegeta looked at him, "I have a request, if I may?" He asked as he was lifted up.
"I suppose you deserve something for surviving. Very well." Vegeta replied fixing his gear.
"I would like my trainer and human friend transferred as well… Without them… I wouldn't have been able to make it here." He requested.
Vegeta looked at him with a scowl, "Very well." He flew up to the balcony, "Taren, I'm going to buy your trainer and the human slave from you as well."
"But sire… That's all I have left. I wouldn't have any-" He began.
"With the money and renown for having such a gladiator you'll have enough to buy a whole new team. Be grateful. I don't have to buy anything, but because I'm in a good mood I am. Have them prepared and someone will be by to retrieve them tomorrow. Is that understood?" Vegeta asked in a commanding tone.
Taren said nothing as he bowed hesitantly.
"Vegeta?" Bulma said, "Why not bring the boy up here? I think for all he's been through he could at least be able to feast as well." She said.
Vegeta looked at her, "He's already been approved for one request. That is all I am permitted to give him."
"Then as your queen I reserve the right to award him myself." She said like him.
Vegeta growled, "You always know how to disrupt the mood. Fine! Do as you will. I'm taking the boy home. Trunks!" he called to his son as he took off.
"Bye mom!" He said as he took off.
She waved and then called down, "Guards! Bring him up here!" They stopped but bowed and complied. "Sit him down and bring more food."
Taren had not left yet, and got in Gohans face, "You little shit! You disrespect me, and then remove all that I have left! I'll make you pay." He said in an angry whisper.
"I think that is enough from you Taren. Leave." Bulma commanded.
He stood up and looked at her, "You may be the kings mate, but you're still a human. Your race is weak and pathetic and if not for you or your daughters standing, I would kill both of you with no issue." He threatened.
He turned to walk away but was pulled down into the table by Gohan, "Now you listen to me… I could kill you right now in my weakened state… And not feel a thing, nor would anyone else… If you ever threaten the queen and her daughter again… I'll kill you. And it won't be quick. It will be slow and painful." Gohan threatened as he let go.
Taren stepped back slowly, "Bastard… You bastard!" He said as he flew off.
Food was placed in front of him with a cup of water. He graciously accepted it and ate all he could as Bulma sat down at the table with him. "Why thank you young warrior. Here, have some wine. Oh and here's a little something I always bring for the victor of these vicious fights." She hands him a bean, "These are from Earth. The guardian gave them to a few friends of mine during the first of these vicious fights. I was able to clone them to make more."
Gohan took and ate the bean. Immediately he felt better, and more energized. "These are senzu aren't they?" He asked.
"Why yes they are. How'd you know?" She asked.
"The few gladiators I've talked to had told me about the power of these beans, and how the queen gave them away. I've just never got to try one. This is actually the first large scale tournament I've been involved in." He explained.
Bulma just looked at him, and Videl stayed quiet. Gohan noticed her but didn't want to stare for fear of being beheaded or something.
"You know… It's a shame you are a bastard Gohan. You remind me a Saiyan I knew a long time ago." She said studying him.
"I wish I knew who my father was as well… I'd like to know who it was that I inherited this life from." He said with a hint of anger in his voice.
"Well, as much as I'd like to say it's over and you can live comfortably… I'd be lying kid. By the way, if you did not know, Videl here is the reason you are no longer living with that piece of shit Taren." Bulma had informed.
He finally looked at her. She was much more beautiful up close. She had this tough look about her as well as being gentle, and he had to bow his head to her in order not to stare too long. "Thank you, your highness."
"You're welcome." She replied.
"Forgive my ignorance, but… What are you, and how are you related?" He asked.
"I'm human." She replied, "My mother died when I was young, and my father was killed in the universal tournament. Bulma took pity on me and, from what I understand, with much convincing of Vegeta they took me in." She explained.
"Forgive me again. I just was not sure." He apologized.
Videl chuckled, "It's Ok."
"Yes, and Videl has actually been quite the addition. You should see her and Vegeta. Sometimes it's like she actually is related to him. He's come to accept her more and more." Bulma chimed in.
Gohan chuckled nervously, "I'm sorry, for apologizing so much, and for this next question… But… Why are you sharing this much with me? I'm a third class warrior, not even worthy enough to be a soldier."
The two women looked at each other, and Bulma spoke, "We like you kid. So don't die on us. Now come on! We need to get you to your new home." Bulma said standing up.
Gohan nodded and finished swallowing. He followed Bulma and Videl to the aircar that human slaves and of the higher class use to get around. They took off and he flew right next to them.
This is my new story. I hope you like it.