Before I forget, I've got an announcement for everyone. The G/V groups SweetestIrony and Videl-Gohan are hosting a big event next month called GohanVidel Week. For a whole week, starting February 14th and ending the 20th, these two groups are asking for writers and artists to participate in creating Gohan/Videl fanfiction and fanart. I myself will be participating in it. To join this event, go to the Videl-Gohan profile on . There you will find a journal entry for it with all the rules and whatnot, as well as letting others to join in. I would give you the address for it but as anyone familiar with ffn, the site doesn't allow the addresses to be shown. Hope some of ya'll enter.

And now for the chapter.


Loud grunts could be heard throughout the mountain range, breaking the peacefulness that had existed there previously. Any and all creatures either ignored the cries as they did or could not do them harm; or they took off to find a hiding place, fearing a predator was in the vicinity.

Sitting on a rock, young Son Goten knew exactly what was causing the noise. Watching intently as he saw his older brother in the middle of a very tricky kata, the young boy was curious as to how Gohan knew it. It wasn't one that his mother had taught him, that's for sure.

Spinning around on the ball of his heel, the older saiyan lashed out a back kick before setting his foot back on the ground. Straightening, his right hand, the warrior swiped the air as if cutting it with his hand, once again going into another spinning back kick before dropping into a fighting stance. It was barely a moment later, that the saiyan began to back up, his arms flinging about him, doing intricate blocking patterns. To Goten, this look a lot more familiar.

While not being a very smart boy as his brother was, the youngest Son could tell a lot about a person's fighting skills, even noticing the change in someone's fighting style as he had seen his brother do. Though young, he seemed to have an eye for the martial arts.

But then, most people of saiyan blood did.

Suddenly, Gohan stopped his kata, dropping into a stance before relaxing. Who ever had taught him to do that didn't play around when it came to training.

"Hey Gohan!" Goten called out. "How did you learn that kata?"

Looking over towards him, his older brother called out, "Which one?"

"The last attacking one."

"Oh, that one," Gohan said, walking towards the younger Son as he wiped the sweat from his brow. "That was one of the first ones I learned from Piccolo. As you could probably tell, it was a different style from Mom's."

"Yeah, it seemed a lot more offensive than Mom's."

"That's cause Piccolo's style is a lot more aggressive. You really do have an eye for this stuff, don't you?"

Scratching the back of his head, Goten replied "Yeah, Mom says I got it from you."

Ruffling Goten's hair, Gohan responded "Did she now? Well, let's see if you can perform it."

"Perform it?"

"Yeah, got off the rock. I'm gonna teach you that kata."

"Really?! You mean it? Yeah! Alright!" Goten said as he leapt off the rock, running circles around Gohan.


"Hey Gohan?" little Goten asked as he and Gohan sat at the dinner table, ready for their dinner. "How do you win the money at the tournament?"

Smiling a little, Gohan answered, "It's pretty simple. All I have to do is beat all the people they put in front of me, and I win the grand prize."

"Okay…so do any of the other people you have to face win money too?"

Looking a bit thoughtful, Gohan replied "Only the guy I beat in the championship round. Otherwise, no one else gets any, at least that's how I think it works."

"So if I entered the tournament, and we both got to the final match, we could bring home both prizes?"

"In a manner of speaking, yes."

"So can I fight in the tournament too?"

Gohan nearly fell out of his seat on that one. He wasn't too sure how strong Goten was at the moment, but he really didn't want to put his little brother in a place he could possibly get hurt. He'd have to try to head this little idea of his off.

"Well Goten, you have to understand, the people who usually go to these tournaments are usually pretty powerful. You could get hurt."

"But I've been training with you and Mom and you're the strongest person alive!"

"Goten, I really don't want to take you somewhere you could get hurt, alright?"

"But Gohan!"

A little headache was just starting to form in Gohan's head. He had tried to put his brother down softly but that tactic wasn't working. He'd just have to make a deal with him then.

"How about we make a deal then?"

Goten narrowed his eyes a little bit. "What kind of deal?"

Gohan had to fight back a smirk. "I'll let you enter the tournament if and only if you reach the level of Super Saiyan, okay? It'd really put me at ease if you reach that level and neither of us would have to worry about you getting hurt."

Goten seemed to think about this. Become a Super Saiyan? Who knew how long that would take. For all they knew, it could take a week to next year, and if it was next year, there was no way he'd be able to fight in the tournament. On the other hand, if he did achieve that level, Gohan couldn't deny him entry. Hmm…

"So if I reach Super Saiyan, you won't stop me from fighting?" Goten clarified.

"Yep, that's the deal."

"Okay then, deal."

Gohan let out a deep breath. That was one obstacle down. Knowing from experience, it would be well passed the tournament before Goten would even get close to that level of power.

Suddenly, Gohan felt a nice sized ki in the area. Reaching out with his senses, the demi-saiyan found out it was Krillen, most likely running an errand for 18 again.

Pushing that thought aside, the Son boy never gave it any thought as the ki signal disappeared.


The sound of crickets chirping was the only sound Videl could hear. Sitting at her desk in her room, the Satan girl looked over all of her information concerning the "Golden Savior" and the mysterious Gohan.

Reading from the notes she had made when she interviewed each and every witness of the Golden Savior, she pretty much had a basic idea what the guy looked liked: 6'2", a lean build beneath a torn uniform, golden hair, and green eyes. She even had a police sketch of the guy; the details coming from one of the women pulled from the fire.

Each description of the whole incident matched perfectly. In one story, three guys had been moving stuff in the back room when a sudden explosion threw them across the room. The next thing they knew, they were practically surround by an intense blaze when the Golden Savior walked through the flames, almost like a god of some sort.

Since they couldn't reasonably go through the flames, the Savior had blown a hole in the wall for them to escape; how he did it was a bit sketchy. One person claimed he had fired something from his hand, though neither of the other two saw this, so they couldn't collaborate with it. It did, however, confirm that the fire hadn't caused the hole the firefighters discovered and concluded that the flames couldn't have caused.

When asked if any of the firefighters could've done it, it was denied. Under protocol, they couldn't bust a wall down, due to the fire or causing the roof to collapse. Pretty much, that had solidified that the Golden Savior had made it.

Next, the Golden Savior had made his way into the manager's office where four more people, an employee and three customers, had taken refuge and were soon trapped. With no other alternative, the Golden Savior blew another hole in the ceiling, grabbed all four people, and took off into the air. About that time, the fire had reached a gas line in the kitchen, the line ruptured by the flames, causing an even bigger explosion.

As soon as the smoke cleared, the Golden Savior set down his armfuls of people and took off back into the air without receiving so much as a thanks.

Turning her attention from the Golden Savior, Videl began reading the information she had managed to gather about Gohan from the workers. Each description of his personality agreed with the manager's statement she had gotten earlier; pretty much saying that there was no way the boy could do what their savior did. However, one thing did stick out. From the woman that gave the details on the Golden Savior, a similar description of Gohan was given, only with black hair and eyes.

From the interviews, it was said that Gohan was called into the manager's office, where he was fired for pulling out that deep fryer, and then left the building looking a little upset. That event occurred not too long before the fire was started, indicating that this boy not only had a motive to burn the place down, but he had the perfect timing to do it too. Even the singed clothing of his supported this.

However, it was later found that Gohan had no part in starting the fire. Of all the people that were involved with the building, only one of them had suffered any kind of injury; smoke inhalation from the manager. Looking more into it, the smoke had actually come from a cigarette the he had been smoking, rather than the actual fire. From there it became clear that the manager had gone off somewhere for a smoke and had done it in an area he shouldn't have. When he tossed the cigarette away, it had fallen in a box of rags that was sitting next to a shelf of flammable chemicals.

From the report from the firefighters, this was the most likely cause of the fire, pretty much putting the blame on the manager. Videl didn't really follow up on the punishment the man received, but she thought a fine of twenty thousand zeni was somewhere in there.

Turning over to Gohan's work records, this part really frustrated her. Out of everything, this gave her the least amount of information when it should've been the one to give her the most. There were no phone numbers that she could call, nor an address she could visit; which was odd considering anyone applying for a job needed to put at least someone's emergency contact information. If there was anything that suggested that this mysterious Gohan had no need for it, a hand written note said something about a reference. Unfortunately, from all the paper work she had, there was no reference she could find.

About the only things she could pick up were his work history and the name of his mother, a Son Chichi.

From what she read about the work history though, it was rather entertaining. Apparently this guy was a bit of a klutz, getting fired for all sorts of things that seemed nearly impossible to do, yet he found a way to do them.

However, that did tell her one thing. The boy needed money, so he was sure to pop up when ever there was a chance of making any. She'd just have to keep her eyes open on job openings or a contest that offered a nice sum of cash.

When Videl moved to check on Son Chichi for some kind of information, that's when she hit her biggest lead. Doing a search for the woman, she had found dozens of articles that had something to do with Son. Not very helpful or insightful since most of those articles had to do with raising children. Fortunately, Chichi was a rather unique name, coming up with only a couple articles.

While there wasn't anything on a Son Chichi, there was something on a girl named Chichi and she had just so happened to participate in a World Martial Arts Tournament. Though a bit disappointed, Videl read the article anyways, always interested in anything Martial Arts related. It was there she stumbled upon the name Son Goku.

At that point, Videl had to do a double check. As she was well aware, Son Goku had been a previous winner of the 23rd WMAT, disappearing with the Chichi woman afterwards. While there was a possibility that these two could be Gohan's parents, the Satan girl had no solid proof that they were. Bookmarking the page, Videl continued with her read. Who knew if she could find out anything else worth looking into.

Scrolling down, there were brief descriptions of each fight and the combatants that fought in them, eventually leading to the match between Majunior and Goku. Reading the details of the fight, Videl had to say that it oddly resembled the same things the Golden Savior did; the flying, the light tricks, the whole shebang.

Leaning back in her chair, the Satan girl had to rub her eyes. There was no telling how long she had been at this, and so far she hadn't gotten much. Well, she could use a break to settle herself down.

Leaving her room, Videl made her way to the kitchen, walking through the overly large television room, where her father sat in his large cushion chair, dead asleep with some drool coming out of his mouth.

Shaking her head at her sprawled out father, Videl looked to the TV to see what her old man was watching before he had passed out. From the look of it though, it was possible that Hercule had fallen asleep a long time before and the program could've changed between then and now.

And that thought was correct as some news castor was talking about the upcoming tournament. So far the odds were in her father's favor, practically giving the man a 99% chance to win. Damn, the tournament hadn't been fought yet and they were already crowning a victor. Pitiful really.

It was then that the news castor said something that caught the Satan girl's attention. "Well, what can you expect from the winner of the Cell Games? This tournament should be child's play for him," the castor announce, posting up a picture of that dreaded day. In the picture, an imposing Cell stood, watching as Hercule stood unwavering before the creature. Well, you really couldn't say that it was a picture as much as it was a freeze frame. It was then that the castor brought up another freeze frame, one of the mysterious group of fighters that had shown up while talking about how no one knew how it was that Hercule had defeated Cell, except for these mystery fighters.

Looking at the frame, Videl nearly dove at the TV when she saw a figure that she could've sworn matched the description of Majunior. Staring at the figure, she could remember all of those freaky things he and the rest of those fighters had done that day.

Things just like the Gold Savior.

Immediately, Videl rushed back up to her room, getting back into her chair, and did a search for the Cell Games.

Once the search finished, nearly a billion articles had been pulled up. Looking through them, Videl finally found the one she was looking for, one that happened to have different frames of the mystery warriors, though it was more of some random person just cutting out the faces of the fighters and doing a crappy job doing so. Looking through them, the Satan girl came across a decent picture of the young boy that was there.

Pulling up the picture of the Golden Savior, Videl compared the two together, seeing a resemblance between the two that only grew stronger the longer she looked. A smirk began to work its way onto the girl's face.

If what she suspected was correct, then it was completely possible that Gohan, the Golden Savior, and the little boy from the Cell Games were one in the same. If that was the case, then it was completely possible that Gohan could show up at the upcoming World Martial Arts Tournament. With his evident desperation for money, it was almost a sure thing.

There were still more questions she had, of course, and the only person that could answer them for her was Son Gohan. If anything, she'd beat the answers right out of him the moment she saw him again.


To Brenthforever (Still too lazy to log in): Ask and you shall receive.

RyRy tested; MaMa approved