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Gohan's palms were sweaty after knocking on the door of the large estate. He was nervous about who would be standing behind the door once it opened, praying in his mind it wouldn't be Vegeta.
He wasn't quite prepared to face him just yet.
Relief washed over the young Saiyan as a chipper blonde woman in a royal blue dress, whom never seemed to age, greeted him with a smile. She always had some fancy clothing on, and at times it made Gohan sad thinking of how high class his friends were living compared to his mother who deserved it more than anything.
"Oh, my!" Mrs. Brief exclaimed, looking Gohan over. "Look at you! So handsome, just like your father!"
Gohan blushed, looking down at his feet. He had heard this from people many times, and it always made him red in the face. Something about hearing you're just like the person you admire can turn a bad day into a great one. "Thanks, Mrs. Brief."
"What brings you here, sweetheart?!"
Once Gohan felt his face return to its normal color, he looked up at her. "Well... I was wondering... Is-Is Vegeta home? I need to talk to him about... Saiyan things."
The blonde woman rubbed her chin, deep in thought. She flashed a brilliant smile suddenly. "Oh, yes, now I remember! He's in the gravity room with my beautiful grandson!"
Gohan felt a little more at ease hearing that Trunks was with Vegeta at the moment. The young boy was fond of Gohan, thanks to all of the time he spent with him as a baby. Maybe this wouldn't be so hard, after all...
"Would you like some cake, Gohan?" The feminine voice broke Gohan's thoughts. He chuckled and scratched the back of his head.
"No thanks, Mrs. Brief. I had a giant sand-" The rumbling of his stomach was louder than his voice, causing him to blush in embarrassment again. However, Mrs. Brief was delighted to hear it.
"Oh, my! You are just like that heavenly Goku!" The woman motioned Gohan to follow her, and he did, surrendering to his hunger. She kept talking, the young Saiyan following closely behind. "I love when he stops by here! He always has such an appetite, that man. I guess it got passed down to you." Mrs. Brief giggled, looking over her shoulder at the eighteen year old.
Gohan smiled warmly at her. "Yeah, that's something we will always have in common. But I think maybe it's just the Saiyan in us!"
The beautiful blonde's face lit up as though she came to a realization. "Oh! That explains why your uncle just gobbles every bit of his food to pieces! That handsome man, he always builds up my confidence in the kitchen!"
Gohan raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Ma'am?"
Mrs. Brief's giggling ceased, but a smile remained on her face. "Yes, sweetheart?"
"How do you know my uncle? He died when I was four years old..." He shuddered, remembering how frightening Raditz was at the time. Regardless, he was thankful for his uncle's visit to Earth fourteen years ago. Without him, he would have never gotten close to Piccolo, the Namek he cherished deep in his heart for what he did while his father was on King Kai's planet.
Still, confusion remained on his face. How did Bulma's mother know Raditz?
"Well, if he died, I must be seeing ghosts!" Mrs. Brief exclaimed, turning her back to Gohan as she opened the giant white refrigerator for the chocolate cake she was eager to feed him.
"I'm just so confused," Gohan scratched his head yet again. "You mentioned my uncle, and I only have one. There's no way he's alive... I'm sure I would have sensed it."
"No," Mrs. Brief shook her head with a smile. "That hunger must be getting to your mind, handsome! You're the one who came in here looking for him, and you'll see him after you finish your cake." She handed the plate to him, and he took it slowly.
He laughed nervously, sweat-drops on his forehead. "Vegeta isn't my uncle, Mrs. Brief. He's just from the same planet as my father. Not the same mother."
The blonde woman shrugged her dainty shoulders. "Well, I have been fooled this whole time! I thought Goku and Vegeta were brothers!" She gushed, looking Gohan sweetly. "All of you men, I swear. So handsome!"
Gohan smiled, shaking his head. "Well, maybe you could consider him my prodigal uncle that has returned or something. You know, since he used to leave home so much and behave recklessly, only to return-"
Mrs. Brief yawned, and squeezed his shoulder. "Dear, save those difficult words for a scholar like yourself."
The cake filled his stomach, but Gohan's nerves were going wild as he walked through the grass towards the gravity room.
I thought Goku and Vegeta were brothers!
Mrs. Brief's words stayed in Gohan's mind, his thoughts not straying from the fact that maybe, just maybe, Gohan and Vegeta had formed some sort of uncle-nephew relationship over time without even realizing it.
After all, they've saved each other. Twice.
His thoughts drifted back to Namek, when Recoome was about to use his final attack on a helpless Vegeta. Krillin had distracted the big brute long enough for Gohan to fly over and carry him out of danger's way. It angered Vegeta. He said Gohan should have killed Recoome while he had the chance and left Vegeta there to die.
Not to mention before that, Guldo was so close to killing Gohan and Krillin until Vegeta decapitated him. He also caused Gohan to dodge Frieza's deadly attack, utterly shocking Krillin.
His reasons, according to him, were completely selfish. That's what he always said, but Gohan couldn't help but wonder if it was his foolish pride doing the talk for him.
During the Cell Games, Gohan had broken his arm protecting Vegeta from Cell's deadly blast, and Vegeta returned the favor by distracting Cell long enough so Gohan was finally able to defeat him.
The young Saiyan finally felt the confidence rush through him. Maybe talking to Vegeta wouldn't be so hard, knowing that this possible bond had formed between them.
"Alright, Uncle Vegeta," Gohan said under his breath, mentally preparing himself. "Your nephew needs your help."
He knocked loudly on the large building's door, and surprisingly fast it opened. Trunks, in all his super Saiyan glory, was standing before him smiling proudly. "We sensed you coming, Gohan! What, did you come to train with the best?" The arrogance in his voice made Gohan sweat-drop.
This boy was indeed Vegeta's son.
"Step away from Kakarot's boy, immediately!" A snarl came from deep within the room, causing Gohan to jump a little. "We don't allow trash in here."
Ignoring the comment, Gohan stepped into the room. He frowned, and looked down at Trunks. "How come you guys are training at Earth's gravity?"
"That child opened the door for your idiotic self, causing it to cease." Vegeta was making his way towards Gohan, but the teenage Saiyan wasn't phased. He knew deep down Vegeta had a heart, and Gohan needed to know everything about it for Videl's sake. "We thought it was that woman's equally idiotic mother bringing us snacks, finally."
Well, that's not very nice to say about your mother in law...
Gohan looked down at his feet. Did Vegeta really call his wife's mother an idiot? If Gohan ever called Videl's father an idiot (although, come on, we all know it's near impossible to say), he would feel the wrath of Videl until oblivion.
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea..
"Look at me, boy!" Vegeta's yell caused Gohan's eyes to immediately meet his, fearing at how cartoonishly evil he looked at the moment. Gohan had to stifle a laugh. His short stature wasn't making it any easier to ignore the fact that Vegeta resembled that Mojo guy from that one show Goten made him watch... Powerpuff Girls or something like that.
"Just because you have abandonment issues, doesn't mean you can come running to me!" Vegeta's remarks broke Gohan's imagination. "Go on, just tell us the blasted reason you came before I send you through a wall!"
The half Saiyan looked down at Trunks, who was laughing. "Is your father always so moody?"
"Nope," Trunks grinned. "He's just mad because he's afraid when your dad comes home, he'll be waaaaaaay stronger than him and- OW!" Trunks let out a cry as he felt his father backhand him quickly. "What'd you do that, for!?"
"Shut up, boy!" Vegeta warned, a slight red hue forming on his face. He glared at Gohan, who seemed to be amused by the fact Vegeta was still trying to best his father. "Are you going to speak, or not?"
Gohan cleared his throat. There was no way Vegeta would give him advice about earth women at the moment. Anything he would say would result in a slap from Videl. He would have to get Vegeta to warm up to him, and catch him by surprise. His confidence grew, and he stood up proudly facing the prince. "I want to train with you before the World Martial Arts Tournament. You see, without my dad around, I'm not getting the kind of training that would help me and-"
"TRAINING STARTS NOW!"
Gohan couldn't dodge the fist that was planted into his face, sending him flying to the back of the gravity room.
His confidence quickly died.
He was almost certain Raditz would make a better uncle than Vegeta.
And that was saying a lot.
Lol, don't worry guys! VidelxGohan-ness will be more abundant in later chapters. I just want to focus on this odd uncle-nephew relationship lmao. Thanks so much, guys! I hope you are enjoying this so far!
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