Prologue
Is it over? Hercule Satan thought. Was what over, you ask? Was the battle between the two greatest powers the earth has even known, the battle between the future and the end, and the battle for earth. The battle between…
A monster… and a boy.
When the dust settled, they thought they saw the small but muscular figure of the delivery boy falling out of the sky, and other flying to him. But flying is impossible… isn't it? After the recent events, Hercule was ready to believe in anything. So those beams must be real, too.
Somewhere, something was telling him he was weak. That he was nothing competed to these guys. He wasn't a hero. How could he save the millions of people in the world, when his own daughter could probably beat him up?
Nothing.
"Mr. Satan," the news reporter interrupted his thoughts. "Would you like to tell us what happened?" they had managed to fix the camera, which was now pointed directly at him.
I could be a hero! Mr. Satan thought. Surly they would believe a muscular man like himself beat Cell, and not some 11 year old boy. They obviously didn't want to be known - they didn't even say there names! Even so, he noted one of the fighters bared a creepy similarity to Goku, the previous champion. The Goku look alike also called the delivery boy "Gohan," and the delivery boy…
"DADDY!" they boy's haunting scream hit him like a school bus. That boy's father had given everything - even his own life - in attempt to save the world. He remembered the look of pain when the mini-Cells almost killed all his friends and father, and when he threw the android's head at the Delivery boy. He hadn't heard what it said, but when Cell stepped on it, that was the final blow that took him over the edge, above and beyond, and Hercule realized that this 11 year old boy, the delivery boy, had endured more pain being in the Cell games than Hercule would experience in seven lifetimes. That boy had done so much, while he had hidden behind a rock.
"Mr. Satan?" the reporter interrupted his thoughts. "What just happened? Who won?"
"it was the boy," Hercule whispered, staring at the spot where the 11 year old fell from the sky like an angel out of heaven. "It was the delivery boy - a boy named Gohan."
The world was in a frenzy looking for their savior. In mere hours after the Cell games, "Gohan" was the number 1 search on Google. But by then, all information on the boy had vanished.
Some of the fighters had been recognized from the tournament - Tein Shinhan, a former world martial arts champion; Krillin, a student of the Turtle school and martial art competitor; and Yamcha, baseball player on a team known as the "Titans". Yamcha was the only one who could be located, and reporters instantly tracked him down to the fields a week after the games.
"Mr. Yamcha! Could you tell us more about the mysterious boy known as Gohan?" a reporter asked, and many other similar questions were thrown at him, but all were silenced when he cleared his throat.
"So you know his name." Yamcha sighed. "Gohan's gone through enough stress in his life, and is probably still grieving for the loss of his father. The poor kid has been through hell and back; he's witnessed more horrors and deaths than your minds could ever dream to imagine. Hell, I don't think he's ever met a kid his age before." a few of the emotional reporters began to cry fake tears and nod in agreement to try to get Yamcha to tell more. "Trust me when I say you'll never find him. Just let the poor kid be normal for the rest of his life." although he will never be "Normal". Yamcha kept the last part to himself.
"Hey coach, I'm gonna take a break." Yamcha yelled to his coach through the sea of reporters, and took to the air quicker than you could say "Z fighter."
After this single encounter, no contact with the mysterious fighters occurred. Hercule had left the world to the "heroes", and moved to the Golden city. The world was at peace, and knew who to called if it was disturbed.
Chapter 1 -
Gohan's morning was greeted by the toothless smile of a baby boy. "Trunks, no!" Bulma's voice was muffled through Gohan's pillow. Gohan glanced over to Bulma, who was picking a baby Trunks off of his face. "Hey, Gohan. Are you ready for your first day of school?"
That's right, Gohan thought. My first day of school is today. It has been 2 months after the Cell games, and Chi-Chi decided it was time Gohan learned how to be interact with normal people. She told him his studies would continue at a school in a town called "Golden City." Bulma had come to help Chi-Chi get ready to send her boy to the "real world", and to examine what was causing Chi-Chi's stomach to hurt.
"Yeah," Gohan said, blinking a few times to get the sleep out of his eyes. "I'm ready. Do you know what's bothering mom?" To this, Bulma smiled at Gohan, who was now out of bed and changing into his white Chinese shirt and black pants.
"Congratulations, Gohan." Bulma said, and giggled. "You're going to be a big brother." Gohan's face lit up into a smile, and they both laughed. "Well, I think dinner's ready. I let Chi-Chi stay in bed, and I made breakfast for you." Gohan's face lit up at the mention of food, but paled at the face that it was Bulma's cooking. "What" Bulma asked, looking offended.
Gohan glanced nervously at his watch. "Uh oh, I'm gonna be late on my first day!" the newly 11 year old boy dashed out the door. "By mom! Bye Bulma!" by little brother!
XxXx
The citizens of Golden City attempted to regain their balance as the world shook. "earthquake!" the screamed. But they were wrong, as it was the stomach of their savior.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Son Gohan touched down in front of a sign with an artists portrayal of the delivery boy plastered on this. "I wonder why there's a city named after me." He stated. Because he had lived out in the forest almost his entire life, our naïve hero never knew the world worshiped him. Suddenly, his stomach rumbled, shaking the ground and knocking down the sign. "Great, now I'll have to wait for lunch to eat."
As he began to walk to school, he saw a bank being robbed, and one of the robbers held a woman as a hostage, threatening to shoot her if they attacked. "Hmm…" Gohan wondered out loud. "Maybe if I transform, they'll recognize me as the Delivery Boy and not Son Gohan." He ducked into the shadows of a nearby alley and let out a quick, sharp yell, turning blonde. He stepped out of the alley - looking back, a mistake.
"Hey you!" he said, pointing at the robbers. "What are you going to gain-" he was interrupted by a in a maroon and white gi with a black afro and mustache standing near the police force.
"It-it- it's the Delivery Boy!" Hercule Satan yelled, pointing towards the said boy. Gohan's sweat dropped, and he recognized the yelling man as one of that group that went against Cell.
"Umm… ok?" He said, and turned towards the robbers. "So, why don't you just put that woman down, and we can go to jail nice and easy…" Gohan said to the now trembling robbers.
"let's book it!" one of them said from the background, and the rest nodded in agreement before running towards the truck.
Gohan sighed. "Awe, they never learn." he turned to the escaping truck. "AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He screamed, and the truck flipped onto it's back. "Well, that was easy." The savior powered down and flew off in the direction of school.
XxXx
Mr. Bouk's sweat dropped. "Well, class, here's our new student…" the class was staring intently at the mysterious boy who's midnight black hair defied gravity.
Gohan thought he felt a million eyes on him. He had opened the door to the classroom, and accidentally pulled the door off of it's hinges in the process. He laughed at the teachers remark. "Mind telling us you're name, son?" Mr. Bouk, the teacher, asked.
"Gohan. Son Gohan."
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Videl's eyes were the size of dinner plates. That name had become one of the most popular baby names after the Cell games, and there was no way it could belong to a boy their age only 1 month later. That left her with two choices; 1) he changed his first and last name, or 2) it was actually him.
The teacher managed to look unsurprised, but still owed his life to the boy, so continued. "Now, if anybody has any questions, please introduce yourself and ask away." almost immediately, every hand in the room shot up. Gohan's sweat dropped, and the teacher motioned for him to choose a student. He pointed to a girl sitting in the middle of the classroom on the edge of a row (She's sitting next to Erasa) with cerulean eyes and cherry red hair.
"My name is Chibi, and are you the boy who beat Cell?" she asked rather forcefully. Most of the hands in the room dropped down, as that was the question almost everyone had.
Gohan, naïve as ever, nodded like it was nothing. "Yeah." he looked up at the teacher. "So everybody knows I beat Cell? I thought that Satan guy took credit." Gohan looked back at the class, rubbing the back of his neck with a signature son grin. He looked back to the class to pick on another question. "Ummm… you!" he said, and chose a girl with short blonde hair, blue eyes, and a lime green tube top.
"I'm Erasa, the school's link to the gossip loop. How do you make your hair blonde?" Erasa asked. A few more hands dropped, along with Gohan's sweat.
"Ummm…" Gohan thought for a moment. I probably shouldn't say I'm an alien, so what do I say? "Well, I think it would be easier to show you." the Demi-Sayan backed away from the teacher's desk, making sure he had a good range of space from anything else but the floor, and powered to Super Sayan 1. A golden aura of Ki surrounded him briefly, leaving a dent in the floor where he stood. When the aura disappeared, Gohan had golden hair and brilliant teal eyes. Many "ooh"'s and "aah"'s escaped the student's lips, including a certain raven haired girls.
Suddenly, the raven headed girl stood up. "It's a trick! There's no way that's real!" a few of the skeptical students nodded in agreement.
The girl whom Gohan first called on stood up with Videl. "Of course it's real, moron! Do you see any of your father's alleged smoke and mirrors?" the rest of the class nodded in agreement.
Videl placed her hands on her hips. "Well, if he can save the world and change his hair and eye color on a whim, then I'm sure he can think of a decent place to hide the equipment." the skeptic students began to get up and walk over to Videl's side of the classroom, while the other's walked over to the Cherry-headed girls.
"Well, then I'll prove it's real!" the girl said, and looked over to their savior. "Gohan, can you come here for a second?" Gohan did as asked, and walked over Chibi. Upon arrival, Chibi waved her hand over his golden locks, but her hand never made a shadow.
"See, he probably hid lights in his hair to make it turn Yellow! It's freaking GLOWING!" Videl yelled.
"!" Mr. Bouk yelled. "THAT KIND OF LANGUAGE WILL NOT BE TOLERATED IN THIS CLASS!" the teacher sighed, calming himself down, and motioned to some empty buckets in the corner of the classroom near a faucet. "Now, why don't you go fill those up and stand out in the hallway." Videl opened her mouth to protest, but was stopped by the teacher. "Now." she got up, filled the buckets, and exited the room as the students shuffled back to their seats.. Mr. Bouk turned towards Gohan. "Well, that leaves you an empty seat. Go ahead and sit next to Erasa and the boy with bleached blond hair. His name is Sharpener."
"My hair isn't bleached!" Sharpener's voice rang in protest, but Mr. Bouk's glare shut him up quickly.
Chibi leaned over to Erasa. "Hey, can you move down one? I doubt Sharpener wants the new boy to sit in his crush's seat, and that way we can both chat with him."
"Sure," Erasa said with a wink, and moved down to sit next to Sharpener. Gohan sat down between the two girls.
Sharpener leaned back in his chair. "So, pizza boy, you Wanna turn off those lights now?" he asked, distaste dripping in his voice.
Gohan blinked. "What lights?" he asked the buff blonde. He pointed towards his hair. "That's not lights, it's energy."
Chibi leaned forward curiously. "Energy?" Gohan nodded.
"Yeah."
"Hey you three!" Mr. Bouk shouted from the front of the classroom. "Just because there's a new student doesn't mean you can talk in my class!"
"Sorry!" Chibi, Gohan, and Erasa shouted, burring their faces in their text book.
So, what did you think? This is my first DBZ-only fanfic. And cheer's to whoever figured out who Chibi is. Tell me in the review if you get it!
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