Important Author's Note:
First of all, I forgot that Gouenji's already fifteen here. Him being fourteen has been nailed on my brain too much that I couldn't imagine him on any other age and so, I corrected that part on Chapter 1 where it was implied that he was older. Gohan, however, is fifteen here. On the manga, he was 9 years old (physically 11 thanks to the time chamber) at the end of the Cell Games Arc and 16 on the start of the Buu Saga in contrast to the anime wherein he was already 17. This fic will simply be following the manga but only six years after since, like what I've said, he's just fifteen here.
Secondly, Fuku calls him Shuuya-san! not Shuuya-kun. I'm really sorry about that and I changed that in the former chapter too. But don't worry, the '-kun' was the only thing I replaced.
Thirdly, I just rewatched episode 79 and edited chapter 1 because of the canon things I forgot about. Don't worry though, it's just an additional wooden cabinet that was actually shown but I completely forgot about and Fuku-san's appearance. The chapter wasn't changed that much at all.
In a completely different topic, I deleted my story 'The Infamous Committee's Group Chat' because of breaking some rules. My bad~ But I posted it in AO3 in case someone's interested!
Disclaimer: Me? Owning IE and DBZ?! You have got to be out of your mind!
= Chapter Two: Who is Shuuya-san? =
'Crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap!' Son Gohan chanted internally while circling on his new found room. He was trying to figure out what a normal person does before going to school. What was he supposed to do first? What did he even need?! Other than the very definition of the word, he didn't really know much about it.
"Get yourself together, Gohan.. Think carefully.." he mouthed while still marching back and forth. "School.. School.. School.. That's right! Notebooks and uniforms!" He exclaimed and instantly throttled to the study table, or at least that was what he planned on doing. He almost lost balance once again as soon as he applied speed on his steps. He inadvertently forgot that he still wasn't used to this 'normal' body yet.
"Yikes, I should be more careful," the three pictures he was supposed to examine earlier instantly got his attention as he steadied himself. He let himself be distracted with it, taking in their details with more care than before. He first took the one with the least people in them.
It was a family of four consisting of a tan-skinned blunet wearing a black business suit with a blue tie; a smiling brown-haired woman sitting on a chair while wearing a mocha tinted long-sleeve blouse and an orange long skirt; a little boy seeming to look like eight wearing a mini and blue version of the older male's outfit with a contrasting grayish blue tie; and a younger girl, with her pigtailed brown hair and pink collared dress.
"It's young Shuuya-san!" He chimed while looking at a smaller version of his reflection. "This must be my family in this world," he remarked with a hearty smile as he glided his sight on the whole frame, "Instead of a brother I have a sister here. Awesome!"
He turned to the photo with the people mostly wearing yellow. Like what he have initially thought, they were a team. A soccer team even! Leave it to Shenron for picking a sporty body for him.
His thumb caressed the sculpted words on the wooden frame. 'Japan's Football Frontier Champion: Raimon Junior High' was written on it. "Japan?! I've never heard of that place before. Must be a small city or something," he casually put aside the thought while hammering the words Raimon Junior High in his mind. He had to remember his school in case someone asked afterall.
He proceeded to scan every person in the frame and ended up on the trio at the middle. "Hmm. I never read about using goggles and wearing capes in a soccer match. Then again, it's not like it's breaking any rules.." he commented while setting his eyes on a grinning dreadlocked male. Surprisingly enough, the goggles didn't hide the happiness within the person.
His sight soon reached the orange-headbanded brunet at the very middle. He was holding the silver trophy with both pride and joy. He unconsciously mimicked the contagious smile. 'Just like ol' dad's,' he concluded in his mind.
Before he even wondered why the cheerful-looking teen had a different uniform, he was reminded of something he once read on a textbook. "He's both the goalkeeper and the captain," He told himself while fixating his eyes on an orange band on his left shoulder before moving to the next person.
"Orange socks? Is that even allowed?!" He focused on Shuuya-san's appearance. He might have already called the place his room and the people in the other portrait his family but he still couldn't get himself to call.. well, himself as him. It was just far too weird.
"I guess, it is then," he answered his own question with a shrug.
He decided he was done and turned to the next one. He read the caption printed below the photograph, "'Football Frontier Internationals Champion: Inazuma Japan.' Number one in the world?! Cool!" Thankfully, he wasn't foreign to the knowledge of different people from all around the globe competing against each other. They had the Tenkaichi Budokai afterall. Not to mention, the other sport tournaments that were team against teams. "But Football Frontier? I've never heard a tournament called as such before.. I guess I should ask Yamucha-san after I got back to my-"
A sudden powerful knock got him out of his monologue, "Shuuya! Why haven't you gotten out of your room yet! We had an agreement!" The door bursted open before he even got near to open it himself, revealing a very intimidating-looking man.
For some reason, the half-saiyajin who have fought and defeated Cell was shaken with the adult's outburst. He studied his angry features as well as his clothes. 'He looks exactly like he did in the picture!' He internally noted eventually wondering if he was a saiyajin too. 'Wait, of course he isn't. The hair color isn't even right,' then again, Trunks had violet. But, he was half-human like Gohan. Which one was it really?
A towel with some clothing was smacked on his face shaking him out of his mental debate. The man he now recognized as 'his' father on this temporary life of his pushed him out of the room to the bathroom without another word. He didn't even got to see much of the place because of the speed they were going. The blunet locked the doorknob from the inside before slamming the door shut as he stomped to leave him alone.
He sat at the covered toilet as he cared for his scraped heels. Scraped for being forcefully dragged on a wooden yet shiny floor. He must be like Goku with the unreasonable youthful look but he sure was just like Chi-chi when it came to attitude.
"Oh, well. Better get this over with," he sighed as he stared at very fancy looking soaps and shampoos. "Neat! A bathtub!" He found himself grinning at his discovery. They never had one of those before. "And it even has hot water!" He cheered remembering the times his mother had to literally boil him while inside a drum water just to have a taste of a calmingly warm bath. Consequently, one of the things he had to be thankful about being half-alien was the fact that his skin could take high temperatures.
"Hurry it up there and eat your breakfast!" The same man shouted from outside the tiled room. Unfortunately for him, the bathtub had to wait. The male's rage have spurred him to move faster with his new form.
Gohan was back out of the room with the clothes he was given earlier. A white cotton sando and orange shorts with a towel on his head.
"Now, where's the kitchen in this place?" He walked aimlessly on the cream-painted multi-roomed.. apartment? Yeah, probably an apartment. It was just like a portion of the Capsule Corporation where the guests stay. He never really had the chance to spend time there since his house was just a thirty-minute fly home - ten if he's going super - and his mother would be screaming her throat out for staying out of the house for too long.
He busied himself by looking at the frames on the wall. More family pictures with less of the female adult. 'Could it be?' He felt a bad feeling on the pit of his stomach as he continued to venture, silently hoping he was wrong.
His nose got distracted as he found some mouth-watering aroma. He followed the scent that seemed to be coming from the end of the short corridor which were just three more steps further. He immediately got there and settled his eyes on the source of his interest, a neat kitchen that was surprisingly full of shiny utensils. It had a lot of modern appliances that were mostly electronic.
"Good morning, Shuuya-san. Are you feeling better now?" The same elderly woman greeted him warmly with obvious concern while fixing the table just beside the kitchen. Four plates and orange-vased roses were placed along with some of the most delicious-looking dishes he had ever seen.
"Ah. Yes! I feel better now. Do you need some help with that?" He stated politely, trying to act more normal in his own way.
"That's great then. And thank you but it's fine. I'm almost done with it," she answered with a sincere curve up her lips, satisfied with the teen's answer.
"So, you finally decided to move faster," a monotonous low tone made him jump slightly from where he was standing. The same poker-faced man greeted him, looking a bit more calm than before, "I thought I already made it clear that if your grades ever fall back, you'll stop pursuing soccer as your career and go straight to Germany to study and be a doctor like me."
He gulped at the intense aura the man was emitting. In all honesty, he didn't get all of the things he just said but his instincts told him to at least pretend to. It's the best way to save his life, apparently. "I won't tolerate any tardiness from you. Put that towel away and eat with us," he added as he walked passed him, making Gohan realized that there was actually another kind of scolding he hadn't known of.
He laid the white towel on the white painted kitchen counter and roamed his eyes on his new surroundings. Beyond the table was a rather large living room without a wall to part it from the joined kitchen and dining room. It wasn't as wide as Bulma's but it was definitely thrice the size of their own.
It had a wide flat screened television on the far side of the same wall he entered to. The fancy flourescents hanging on the ceiling brought just the right amount of light to made obvious the orange brick wall at the opposite of the tv, as well as an occupied leafy green sofa, a black low table with magazines on them, and a tidy lime-green carpet covering the floor.
"Onii-chan! Eat with us!" A bubbly brunette ran from where she was sitting on the sofa and rushed to him while parting her arms, leaving a pink teddy bear on her former seat.
The smile she just shared was so irresistible that his lips decided to smile by themselves. 'This must be my sister,' he added in his thoughts as he swirled the eight-year-old around, or that's what her age seemed to be at least.
"Of course I will! I can't miss meal with my little bro- sister!" Apparently, he got used to having a brother so much that his mouth always decided that it was what he supposed to say. Thankfully, no one seemed to have noticed the almost mistake.
They walked hand-in-hand as he made eye-contact with the same strict adult he encountered earlier. He was sitting alone on one of the sides of the rectangular furniture. For a moment, he thought he saw him smiling but that must have been just his imagination. His face clearly didn't seem to use that expression too much.
He scanned his surroundings with more efficiency than ever as they neared their destination. His sight caught on on the only different chair right in front of the older male. It was lime-green-colored like the others but with a green sofa pillow. In addition, the utensils on the supposedly chair owner were all child-friendly. He smirked in triumph upon figuring out where he should put the female.
She opened her arms again and he lifted her in response. He easily placed her on her seat even though it looked like she could do it on her own. The same unspoken rule applied to Goten as well. There were a lot of things he could already do being a half-saiyajin and all but he would always ask his brother for help, in the glorious name of sibling bonding.
He let his thoughts continue as he quickly sat down beside the braided little girl. She started giggling gingerly getting him confused, "You don't sit here~ This is Fuku-san's seat!"
"O-Oh right! I was just trying to make you laugh!" He scratched the back of his head, moving to the other side of the table. He innocently looked at the chair beside the older man who was still gazing at him intently, 'Please be the right seat!'
He sat down slowly. When no further reactions but a, "Silly Onii-chan!" and more giggles from the grade schooler, he sighed in relief on getting the right answer.
The back of a tan hand was suddenly placed on his forehead. "Your temperature's normal. What's wrong with you today?" His father asked with a stoic expression.
"N-Nothing! I'm fine!" He straightened his body in response as he try to avoid the darting gaze of the dark man.
Fuku sat opposite to him, ready to assist the energetic Yuuka on her side. He felt a bit of discomfort as he failed to see the woman he saw in the picture. After seeing all the happy family pictures decorated on the wall, he ended up with a single valid conclusion. He wanted to know but it was something he couldn't just ask. Afterall, he knew how it felt to lose one of your parents and eventually live without them. He felt sympathy to the cheerful little girl. She was too young to lost her mother. She was really just like Goten, on both personality and circumstances.
"Ne ne, onii-chan! When's your next match? I wanna come and watch!" He was snapped out of his thoughts yet again with an innocent inquiry.
'Match? Oh, she meant a soccer match. The man- I mean, father did say I'm focusing on my soccer career,' The words told by the said man finally reached him. 'Shuuya-san already had his own life planned out, huh. He's even willing to go against his own parent's will to achieve it. He must have been an awesome guy. Wait, I'm him so.. how does that work?!' His internal debacle was halted when he remembered that he was actually asked an important question, "Err well-"
"Yuuka, it's just the start of the school year. Your brother won't be in a match any time soon, he was silently grateful to his father answering for him.
"Aww.." the young female pouted. Her sad face really reminded him of the little squirt he had back in his house. He suddenly wondered if the little guy missed him too.
"Don't worry, Yuuka. I'll tell you when I'll be having one," he honestly didn't know when or if he would ever be in a match but he just couldn't get himself to say no to that disappointed face.
"Yaay!" And it did seem to be worth it. He just happened to saw one of the brightest smile he had ever seen in his life. He couldn't tell if it was brighter than Goten's but it sure was bright.
"Shuuya, you're gonna be late. I doubt you'll make it in time. I'll give you a ride to school so hurry it up," the man ordered without the usual bite on his words. He couldn't mistake the somehow now worried tone on it. Maybe he's kind of like Vegeta too. Just trying to look apathetic but actually cared about his child.
He mentally rejoiced as he was saved yet again. Who knows where his school would be. He didn't even know where he would start looking. Raimon? He certainly haven't heard that place before. It must be one of those school that weren't named after the place it was founded on because he certainly did not remember a town nor city with the same name.
"Itadakimasu~!" He exclaimed as he clasped his hands together, earning the undivided attention from everyone in the house. 'Oh crap! Not again..' he instinctively gulped loudly.
"Itadakimasu~!" The silence of the room was disturbed as the same elementary school girl just imitated all her brother's actions. A soothing giggle followed as she smiled at a very thankful Gohan and started eating from her plate.
The demi-saiyajin could feel the steeled gaze of the dark male beside him, his watch proving to be in par to one of Piccolo's laser. He really had to be more careful. It seemed that this fatherof his was also similar to his former mentor when it came to both attentiveness and intelligence.
He ate as 'normal' as he could. Trying to keep in mind all the table etiquette he read and have also observed from all those times he shared a meal with Bulma - who was quite honestly the one who knows a lot about that the most.
Thankfully and finally, he succeeded. He acted normal! He might be wanting to have thirds and more serving on his meal but that just have to hold this time. He'd rather not be late. Definitely not when he have those two menacing jet black eyes watching him.
= End of Chapter Two: Who is Shuuya-san? =
A/N: So, Gohan already know who Gouenji Shuuya is as a son, a brother, and a family man. Next Chapter! Chapter Three: This is school?!' Let us now introduce the demi-saiyan to Gouenji's school persona and energetic friends/teammates! There's gonna be a lot of funny Gohan moments especially with Kidou around! Finally, the real "Shuuya-san" is gonna make a debut!
Sorry for the late update! Internet issues as usual. I hope this was a satisfying chapter to y'all!
