Here I am with a new story, folks. It's a DBZ fic. I'm centering this story on a cool but ultimately forgotten character… SON GOHAN! He had so much potential on the show, but they let him fade into the background. They made him weak and nerdy. That pissed me off. IT'S BLASPHEMY, I TELL YOU!I'm having that all changed. He does train those seven years after Cell. This is going to kick ass. NO FLAMES! Only constructive criticism is allowed. Enjoy.
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On a bright and beautiful sunny day, in a secluded part of the forest, there laid an eleven year old boy named Son Gohan. You could not tell that this boy was only eleven years old. His spiky, uncontrollable hair had a few gray streaks along his bangs and temples. He had horrible bags under his eyes, and he looked like he hadn't eaten in weeks. He appeared more like forty-one than eleven.
Gohan had just finished his daily training in his privately built GR. It was all he could do to get his mind off of those horrible events that happened six months ago.
'Six months, was it really that long ago? It feels like it happened just yesterday.' Gohan thought to himself. 'Why? Why didn't I destroy the bastard when I had the chance? It would've been all over with, but nooo, I had to toy with that prick. Thanks to me, my father is dead and every body hates me.' Gohan thought.
It was true. Everybody he knew seemed to be growing more distant from him, with the exception of his mother, Bulma, and Piccolo. However, Gohan got the idea that his ever loving mother was thinking that he was a failure too.
"What's eating ya, kid?" a gruff voice called from behind him.
Gohan turned around and saw his mentor, Piccolo. The Namekian simply floated up in the air with his arms crossed with a look of deep concern on his face.
"The usual." Gohan replied with a deep longing and regret.
"Gohan, for the final time, it was not your fault. Everybody has freewill, and Goku used his to stay in Heaven. It had absolutely nothing to do with you." Piccolo said sympathetically but forcefully.
"Tell that to everybody else. I know that Krillin and the others blame for the death of their friend. It doesn't matter that he was my father and that I don't feel guilty enough without those guys making me feel worse." Gohan said with deep resentment in his voice.
Piccolo simply shook his head.
"Don't let them get to you, kid. They're just looking for a way to make sense of your dad's decision. They simply don't know how to deal with the loss. They're venting." Piccolo said matter-of-factly.
"That doesn't mean that they should vent their loss on me. I already do that to myself enough already." Gohan replied bitterly.
Piccolo nodded his head in agreement. At that moment, Gohan stood up and sighed.
"Anyway, I'd better be getting home. My mom is gonna need my help, what with her being near her delivery date." Gohan said.
ChiChi had first told Gohan about the new addition to the family after the Cell Games. She was already three months along by that time. Four months later, Bulma discovered that ChiChi had ovarian cancer. The baby was draining her of the strength she required to fight off the cancer. She would last long enough to deliver, but the rest was up to Dende.
Gohan flew home as fast as he could. He would not miss these final days with his last living relative. His grandfather, The Ox-King, had died from a massive stroke five months before.
Within minutes, he arrived at a familiar dome shaped homestead that he called home. As he approached the door, he could hear many voices within, whom he recognized as the Z fighters, along with Bulma, little Trunks, and Vegeta. The voice that he could hear most was a woman screaming in extreme. Upon further listening, he recognized that voice. It belonged to his mother. She was delivering!
'This can't be happening. Mom isn't due for another two weeks. I better head inside to see what this is about.' Gohan thought to himself. At that moment, he rushed in like a gust of wind, wanting to know what was happening. He ran upstairs to his mothers' room. When he came in, he was met with cold glares from Krillin, Yamcha, Tien, Chiaotzu, Master Roshi, Lunch, Puar, Oolong and Vegeta. Okay, that was a normal look to get from Vegeta, but everyone else sent freezing shivers up his spine. He looked to his left, where Bulma was acting as the midwife for his mother. She had a deep look of concern on her face, for the three of them. His mother, the yet to be born baby, and him.
Yamcha was the first to speak.
"Glad you could make it, Gohan. I'm surprised that you're here to make sure that your mother is alive." He said with venom in his every word. The others nodded, except ChiChi, Bulma, and Vegeta.
Gohan winced at that comment. They were still venting. He regained his composure, and headed towards his mothers' bedside.
At that moment, Krillin stepped in his way and blocked Gohan.
"Sorry buddy, but we don't want you to do any more damage than what you have already caused." He stated.
"Krillin, this is my house, and that is my mother, so I think I can head over to her to comfort her." Gohan replied with growing anger.
"Too late for that." Tien said snidely.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME? I KNOW THAT HE'S DEAD! I HOPE YOU HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN THAT HE WAS MY FATHER, AND I LOVED HIM AND MY MOTHER MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE IN THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE!" Gohan screamed at his fellow warriors.
"IF YOU LOVED HIM SO MUCH, THEN WHY DID YOU LET HIM DIE, HUH? ANSWER ME THAT, MISTER SAVIOR OF EVERYONE BUT SON GOKU! YOU COUL HAVE DESTROYED CELL, BUT YOU DIDN'T! YOU TOYED WITH HIM UNTIL HE TURNED A-BOMB AND YOUR FATHER HAD TO STEP IN! HE WAS MY BEST FRIEND! NOW HE'S GONE! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!" Krillin replied with as much noise.
"Will you two keep it down? The baby is being born." Bulma said curtly. Soon, they could hear a newborn's cry. The young semi-Saiya-jin and the fellow Z-warriors gathered around the bed to look at the infant.
He looked exactly like Goku, down to where his loose hairs would stand. ChiChi looked upon the child and smiled. He looked just like the man she was going to meet in heaven.
"Gohan?" she said quietly.
Her son turned to look at her.
"No matter what they say, you're not responsible for you're father's death. Take good care of your little brother, and mind Bulma. I looooove you..." she said as the mighty ChiChi died. Her body completely disappeared out of thin air.
Gohan could feel the burning tears building and running down his cheek. He was an orphan. Besides his brother, he was completely alone in the world.
"Bulma, I want to take care of the baby. Name him… Goten. Raise him as ifhe was your own. I won't be coming back for a long time." He said as exited the room, and, soon, his house. He flew off into a dense part of the forest, foraging through the large bushes. He soon came across what he was looking for. It was a large Capsule Corps. Spaceship, much like his dad used to travel to the planet Namek, way back when.
He opened up the hatch door, and went inside. It had everything he needed to live. It had enough food to feed an army of Saiya-jins for up to fifteen years, with comfortable living quarters, and a GR training room that could go up to 8000x Earth's gravity.
He headed to the cockpit, and sat down. He set his hands up to a small, red button. That was the ignition. Within minutes, Gohan was in the air and into space, out of Earth's atmosphere.
On a far away cliff, there stood one figure who watched Gohan blast away. It was his old sensei, Piccolo.
"Good luck kid." He said before turning around and walking into the forest.
Meanwhile, Gohan was getting his last good look at Earth for what was going to be some time.
"Goodbye Earth." Was all he said before he commenced his training.
Six months later
Gohan was in a deep part of the universe, far beyond what is New Planet Namek. All Gohan had been doing was eating, sleeping, meditating, and training. He decided it was time for a trip to a new planet. He set his canners for a planet hospitable to his species.
The computer came across a small greenish planet with nine moons.
"Hmmm… Planet Xanthar. It seems hospitable enough. Let's try it." He said as he was nearing the planet. He grabbed a hold of the controls and proceeded to land the spacecraft.
When he finally landed, he stepped outside, and when he did, the twelve year old boy was amazed by the sight he beheld. It was one of the most beautiful planets he ever saw. There was a long flowing river. Under their sun, it shined like a thousand precious diamonds. There were many beautiful trees surrounding it, with fruits as delicious as anything on the Earth. He was in awe of everything that his sight could behold.
He was walking along a stone path, made entirely of gems. He walked up to a fruit tree which bore a cone-shaped fruit with a deep purple color. He grabbed it and slowly put into his mouth. When he bit into it, a sensation unlike any before took him over. It was a feeling of pure delight. It was a feeling of innocence, a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time.
Suddenly a voice was heard.
"I'm glad you could make it. I've been expecting you for a while, Son Gohan." A deep yet melodic voice said kindly.
Gohan turned around and wasn't sure about what to expect.
I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I'm hoping to make this story longer than my last one. Sorry it has been so long since I last wrote a story chapter. School has been keeping me busy, but it's summer now. That leaves me more time for my fanfiction work. See ya later, folks. SUMMER ROCKS!