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Gohan blasted through the sky at supersonic speeds, trying and failing to sort through the tumultuous mix of emotions he was saddled with at that moment. Anger, sadness, confusion, desperation and loneliness all raged in a hopeless mix. Hours passed and he lost track of how many trips he made around the world, only noticing the constant change in weather and temperature as an afterthought.

Finally, he decided to land near a forest a few miles outside the city limits of Orange Star City, though it was currently called Satan city now that he thought about it. He had come across that piece of information during a project that involved researching the new "world savior". He sat down and leaned back to look at the sky as he became immersed in his thoughts on that particular situation in an attempt to push aside his raging emotions.

He remembered getting a call from Bulma only a month after the Cell Games about the man who had taken credit for Gohan's victory over the monster. At the time he had turned down her suggestion that they show the world that he was a fraud. He hadn't wanted any of the attention that would have come with revealing that he had killed Cell, especially so soon after his father's death. He had however begun to regret that decision, if only because the man had turned out to be an insufferable showboating fool who had the nerve, the gall, to call his father and friends dirty tricksters.

The man was calling ancient, advanced techniques light shows and smoke and mirrors and what was worse was that people were buying it. Never mind that the area where the Cell Games had taken place had been almost completely destroyed or that for years those techniques had been seen and accepted as advanced techniques at the 21st, 22nd and 23rd World Martial Arts Tournaments. No, most people ate up the fool's words like the Greek Gods' ambrosia. He had learned that the hard way through discussions on the online class forums. There were very few people who hadn't outright ridiculed him for stating that Hercule was wrong in his claims, and there was certainly no one who had openly supported him.

Openly being the key word of course. There was one person who had let him know they believed him through the school's private messaging system and the two had quickly become good friends, though Gohan still avoided giving away any personal details. It was hard to know if you could trust someone if you'd never once seen their face. The person went under the username of Constantine, though whether or not that was his real name Gohan didn't know. The online school was surprisingly lax on that end and he himself went under the username of Nimbus.

Gohan sighed, turning his thoughts back towards the failed confrontation with his mother, his emotions now calm enough for him to think straight. He had planned everything out, thinking that she'd remain reasonable and let him speak his part. Of course any notions of that happening had flown right out the window within twenty seconds of him opening his mouth. He probably should have opened up with his plans to go to Capsule Corp and learn advanced subjects from Bulma rather than leave it for last now that he thought of it.

He also probably should have avoided exploding in her face like he had, but when she had brought up his father like that it had brought up memories of the Cell Games again. It was then that he realized something.

She didn't know.

Sure, she knew that her husband had died facing that monster and that Gohan had been the one to finally destroy him, but she didn't know the specifics. He had found recordings of the Cell Games footage and every one of them had cut off right at the point he had ascended beyond being a basic Super Saiyan, presumably due to some of the debris that had been violently launched from his position by the energy released during the transformation.

When he had finally gotten home, he had barely had enough time to let her know that her husband was dead and that he himself had destroyed Cell before the crying and screaming had started. When they had both finally calmed down neither had had the energy to talk about the specifics and had both gone to bed after a quick dinner. The next morning came and much like any other Chi Chi had directed him towards his books without any further questions about the events of the Cell Games.

It really was the standard Chi Chi response now that he thought about it. He returned from a year away from home after the fight with Vegeta and Nappa? Get back to studying when the casts come off Gohan. He returned from his trip to Namek and learned that his father had beat Frieza and was still alive but refused to be brought home? Come home and study Gohan. He came back from the Cell Games and had to tell her that her husband had refused to be brought back to life? Get back to studying Gohan.

He had thrown himself into his studies without complaint of course, happy to find something to distract himself from his thoughts on the events that had transpired...he was regretting that now. He had bottled up all of the painful memories and emotions and the first time he had let them out it had resulted in him screaming bloody murder at his mother. He could not let that kind of behavior become his go to method for relieving stress, especially with how closely his powers were tied to his emotions. One badly timed fit of rage and he could easily have innocent blood on his hands.

"Hey, what are you doing out here all alone? It's not safe to be out in the forest all alone you know," a young voice reprimanded from behind him. Surprised out of his thoughts he twisted around to see a young girl in a loose t-shirt and shorts, probably around his age he guessed. She had long black hair that was pulled up in a raised ponytail with several loose locks of hair framing her face. She had large, clear blue eyes that were currently fixed on him in what was presumably supposed to be a death glare.

Gohan, having been dealt much more terrifying glares by villains like Frieza and Cell as well as the horrifying ones his mother could give, was completely unaffected.

'She's cute,' Gohan thought to himself, before realizing that he hadn't responded to her yet.

"I could ask you the same thing you know. I live in the mountains so I'm used to going out and about on my own. What's your excuse?" he countered. The girl looked startled for a moment, though whether it was due to Gohan's statement that he lived in the mountains or that he seemed to be completely unfazed by the glare she was giving was unclear. The girl was off balance for only a moment though, her bravado returning and her chest puffing out with self-importance.

"I'll have you know that I'm here with my daddy, and he's the strongest person in the world!" the girl declared.

"Oh really? Strongest in the world huh?" Gohan asked, grinning in amusement.

"You bet he is! My daddy is the best! He destroyed that nasty Mr. Cell with a single Satan Punch!"

Gohan nearly face planted at that statement. He had been suspicious for a moment when she called her father the strongest person in the world, but to think that this girl was actually Hercule Satan's daughter was almost unbelievable. He almost couldn't believe that a girl as cute as this one could be the daughter of that man. Aside from the color of her hair he honestly couldn't see any point of resemblance between the two. 'She must get her looks from her mother,' Gohan thought to himself.

"So who are you?" the girl asked.

"Oh, my name's-"

"No wait, don't tell me! I know why you look familiar!" the girl exclaimed, cutting Gohan off. "You're the Delivery Boy! The one who fought Cell before my daddy finished him off!"

Gohan nearly had a panic attack then and there. How on earth could she recognize him in his base for-. Both his thoughts and body froze in realization. He wasn't in his base form currently, but in his Super Saiyan one. He must have transformed without realizing it at some point during or after his outburst in front of his mother.

'Dammit all! Do I have any self-control today?!' he mentally berated himself. He was yanked out of his thoughts as the girl continued talking.

"You're really lucky you know! Tricksters like you and that guy who fought before you tried to upstage my daddy and you're lucky he saved you when he did! You weren't too bad about it but that guy who fought before you was terrible! He used all kinds of dirty tricks and light shows to make my daddy look bad! You should be glad that my daddy stepped in and showed you how it's done!" the girl crowed triumphantly.

Almost any other day Gohan would have shrugged off the girl's insults. She was a somewhere around ten year old girl who idolized her father and wouldn't believe for a second that he would lie to her. At worst Gohan might have laughed at her and then gave a demonstration of the so called tricks by punching through one of the many trees surrounding them or floating a few feet off the ground.

Unfortunately, this was not a normal day. Gohan currently had a massive knot of dark emotions still fresh from his encounter with his mother that had most certainly not been dealt with, rather repressed. The unfortunate daughter of Mr. Satan had unknowingly tossed a lit match on an oil soaked explosive and she was about to face the consequences.


Hercule Satan had been enjoying a carefree day in the woods with his daughter and joy of his world Videl. He hadn't had much free time away from the press to spend with her since he had claimed credit for the destruction of the monster known as Cell. If he was going to be completely honest with himself he would probably still be living it up in front of the cameras right now if he hadn't gotten a wake-up call one week prior in the form of his wife shoving divorce papers in his face with her signature already on them, claiming that he was no longer the man she had fallen in love with.

He hadn't been able to convince the woman that he was still very much in love with to stay with him, but at the very least she hadn't pressed to have full custody of their daughter, knowing how much the little girl looked up to her father. The woman had gotten fed up with him but she still didn't have a single spiteful bone in her body.

After that he had shaped up a bit, making sure to spend quality time away from the cameras with his little girl when he could. He wasn't about to give up the fame of course. He had always dreamed of entering the entertainment business if his passion for martial arts hadn't gotten him anywhere and now he had the best of both worlds.

He had let Videl run ahead of him through the forest, laughing softly at her childish enthusiasm and energy. The girl never seemed to get tired, and she was already showing a great deal of promise in her practice of the martial arts so he wasn't all that worried about her. He was starting to wonder where she'd gotten off to though. It had been several minutes since he'd last heard her, let alone seen her and she was usually better about making sure her father didn't worry about her.

He stopped for a moment, quickly looking up into the trees to make sure she wasn't trying to get the drop on him. He didn't think she would actually be able to climb most of these trees, but small children had a way of doing things that most people didn't think was possible for them to do. Assuring himself that shein fact hadn't managed to get herself stuck in a tree, he allowed himself a soft chuckle.

"She probably got distracted by some flowers or a lizard," he mumbled to himself. That was when he heard it. The sound of his little girl's voice sounding triumphant.

"-all kinds of dirty tricks and light shows to make my daddy look bad! You should be glad that my daddy stepped in and showed you how it's done!"

If she had said it even a bit differently Hercule would have gladly exploded onto the scene in full bravado, ready to play up to his daughter's expectations. What stopped him from doing so was the fact that it sounded like she was actually talking to one of them. She was in all likelihood openly insulting a fighter who could probably snap her father over their leg like a twig.

He really had almost managed to convince himself that all the flying, inhuman strength and speed and balls of light that vaporized mountains were all tricks. That it was all some kind of hyper advanced special effects used to trick people into thinking that fighters could actually reach superhuman levels.

It was simply the possibility that his daughter was insulting one of those fighters that brought back memories of being swat aside into a small plateau several hundred feet away like an annoyance by that monster known as Cell. He could delude himself all he wanted into thinking that the flying, the speed and the light balls of death were fake, but that superhuman level of strength had been very real.

Hercule ran as fast as he could towards the sound of his daughter's voice, hoping that if those fighters hadn't come after him for insulting and defacing their abilities and turning a good majority of the world against them over the last six months that they wouldn't lay a hand on a ten year old girl who wouldn't know any better.

He rounded a rather large tree and spotted her down a slope. He was about to call out to her when he saw who it was she was with. Of all the people it could have been, it was him. The boy opened his mouth and spoke a short sentence that made Hercule's blood freeze in his veins.

"My father is not a fake."


AN: And there's chapter 2. Poor Videl's flipped the switch on something her innocent 10 year old mind can't hope to comprehend and her father can't hope to do anything other than be frozen in fear, knowing exactly what the young boy in front of his daughter is capable of. For everyone's sake they better hope Gohan can keep control of the powerful negative emotions he's been trying to ignore for the last six months.

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