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"I'll Name You Son Goku!" A New Child Arrives!
Two Years Earlier
When the white space pod plummeted toward the ground one ordinary day, Gohan thought nothing could get worse.
The elderly man who lived on Mount Paozu, woke up at 6:30 sharp to start his daily exercise and go for an early morning jog. Despite being a ninety year-old man, he was a very physically fit person and prided himself on being able to spar with others 60 to 70 years his junior.
Gohan had small black orbs for eyes, and a contrasting white, long mustache. He wore an orange martial arts sleeveless jacket, over a simple longsleeve black turtleneck. He also wore a green hat with a white ball at the top. He also carried a large cylinder wicker basket on his back to carry food and other objects. He was short and stubby, only about 5'2 in total height with his shoes on.
So this morning as he jogged around some bushes filled with grapes and came to an opening in a great field, he noticed something streaking from the sky. He peered upwards at the speeding object, and upon closer inspection, realized he was looking at some sort of alien ship.
While Gohan was curious, he wasn't suicidal, and stepped back in between the bushes. If this was an alien, he didn't want to stand alone, but if it were harmless he didn't want to rustle up the town sheriffs.
He waited.
With a crash that even Gohan was unprepared for, the alien ship finally touched down.
Gohan uncovered his eyes too early as remaining dust and dirt spoiled his vision. It took him a full twenty more seconds to open his eyes again. When he did he couldn't believe them.
Written on the side of the space pod was written in bold, manufactured handwriting: Property Of Lord Frieza: If found, Please call, then the numbers scrawled off scratched and scraped.
Over the manufacture sign read "Planet Trade Organization" and had a symbol Gohan guessed represented it.
Then the pod opened.
Inside, was a young alien, who looked surprisingly humanoid. The alien was sleeping soundly, a brown fuzzy tail waving behind him, contrasting his peachy skin. It had black, wild hair, sprouting everywhere from his head. It was naked and carried no clothing in the ship beside it.
Gohan looked for a moment and determined that the alien was male. Also surprisingly, the alien had body parts compatible with humans.
Presently, the baby boy began crying aloud. Gohan started toward the alien but stopped. What if it were dangerous? Then he laughed. Babies weren't dangerous! He carefully picked up the baby from the smouldering wreck and examined it. The baby opened his eyes gingerly and peered at the old man.
Then all of a sudden, he started laughing! The baby started laughing and giggling at the elderly martial artist. It warmed the old man's heart. He never had someone to have in his life and someone sent him a baby boy! And a stinky one at that.
The alien sheepishly looked at Gohan and resumed laughing. Gohan shook his head. He found some nearby leaves and cleaned up the mess. He hoped no one saw him.
"C'mon kiddo, let's get you something to eat, OK bud?"
The little boy laughed and seemed to nod his head. Gohan thought for a moment. He couldn't call him kiddo forever though right?
"Hmmm," thought the old fighter. "How about I call you…" The baby boy looked up expectantly.
"Goku." Instantly, the little alien clapped and giggled again. It was like the name was chosen by him. Gohan picked him up once more and placed him inside his wicker basket. "I bet you are hungry from all that flying huh?"
"Goku", giggled and rummaged inside Gohan's basket for food.
"I see you found my berries young one," said the old master. "Eat up."
Goku popped out the basket with berries all over his mouth.
Gohan chuckled to himself. But he was also worried. Who would abandon this child? Or worse, what if this child was a part of an alien invasion?
He looked up into the sky again. There didn't seem to be anything fishy. He hoped.
He and the baby continued down the path. Gohan continued his normal jog and went back to his house to give the boy a proper meal. When Gohan arrived, he found an old booster seat for the child. He wondered why he even bought it. He set it up and placed the child inside.
"Let's see," he intoned. "Oatmeal, toast, or… pancakes?" Gohan smiled. "It's a special day, so we both deserve some homemade pancakes!" he said to the baby. Goku giggled. "Ya, Ya." he tried to say.
"Ooohh, your first word!" cheered the martial artist. "Good job Goku!"
"Let's get started on those pancakes, huh Goku?" The baby's eyes seemed to pop out its tiny head and cry tears of joy. "Ya, ya!" it giggled.
And so went on the joyful months Gohan spent with Goku… until his anger started showing.
It started when Gohan started making Friday, "Pancake Day" for little Goku. The young child loved the special treat so much, so the old martial artist called Friday "Pancake Day".
Now, as Gohan put all the pancakes on two platters and put them on the table, he forgot the syrup. "Oh, wait Goku, we need the syrup."
Gohan swore it only took about ten seconds to return to the table, but when he got there all of the fresh, homemade pancakes were gone.
He looked around the table, under and even looked at the ceiling. But the pancakes were gone.
He noticed something on Goku's mouth. When he looked closer, he realized they were crumbs!
"Goku," the old master groaned. "You couldn't even wait for some syrup?"
He turned around and went to work on making himself some more. He made sure that he had his fork, a glass of juice and his syrup. But as he sat down and put his fork in, young Goku couldn't stand it any longer. "I- I hungry!" he cried.
Gohan sat taken aback. The young alien just ate not one, but two platters of pancakes and he was still hungry? Gohan could only eat one full plate, let alone two. He sighed.
"No Goku, you just ate your platter and mine, and you are still hungry? No way."
Goku sat in silence watching Gohan eat almost half of his plate. Now the boy was angry.
"I want- want more pancake!" as he said these words, he brought his small fist and slammed it on the table.
The place where he hit shivered for a moment before cracking in two. The piece of table just collapsed and hit the ground breaking into dust.
Gohan stared at the whimpering child a few seconds, before shoving the plate towards him.
This display of power, he thought, how could a child… this young… do such a thing?
Now, with half a plate left, little Goku cheered and did a little dance before digging in.
A week later, Gohan had introduced his adopted alien to the joys of jogging every morning. At 6:30 every day, he and young Goku would follow his favorite route, the one Gohan took the fateful day he found the young boy. He would start out jogging east from his house along the worn trail that the old master created, then they would jog through a patch of forest taking a small break to admire the wildlife grazing there. Then they would continue out the forest toward a deep ravine where there was a small river flowing toward a lake in the west. After they passed the ravine there would be a small patch of shrubbery leading to a wide open field where the young Goku crashed a month earlier. After that they would circle back the way they came.
But on this fateful morning, as adoptive son and grandfather jogged out the house, Goku had a nasty attitude. Gohan, after regaining his composure, realized last week that he could handle the young alien even with his incredible display of power. So this Friday, he refused to give Goku another stack of pancakes and young Goku was furious. Gohan suggested taking a run to cool off. So here they were, in the middle of the forest, admiring the animals… well, Gohan was.
Goku still was sizzling from earlier and spoke venomous things about the creatures.
"Why does his face look like that?" he said, pointing to a Proboscis monkey. "If I had a face like his, I would sue my parents."
The monkey, frightened and insulted, scampered away, through the trees.
"Ha." he muttered.
Gohan looked down and sighed. "Let's go before you scare any other animals off." he said.
"All right." he groaned.
Gohan stopped suddenly. He thought of the ravine just up ahead about 3 minutes away.
"Oh, let me show you this beautiful view! I bet it can chase the blues away!" he teased.
The 90 year old started running. "Catch up if you can!" he called back.
Refusing to be outdone by an old man, Goku picked up the pace and started to catch up.
His anger fuels him, the martial artist thought. He can use that to his advantage someday, he smiled at the thought.
Finally, thanks to running, they got to the ravine in record time. Gohan stopped about 5 feet from the edge. With a deep sigh, he took in the amazing view. He could see the sprawling West City next to the lake and East City, north of where the pair was standing. A flowing river gushed along some rocks at the bottom. The sight was spectacular.
Young Goku, at 4"3( he grew so fast, his adoptive grandpa gushed) could barely see without stepping closer. So he did.
"Goku," warned his grandpa. "Don't step so close to the edge."
"I- I can't see," strained Goku. "Just a bit more." he scooted to within a foot of the edge.
Gohan's eyes flashed. "Goku!" he exclaimed angrily.
"Huh, wha-" jumped Goku, slipping and hitting the ground. The fragile edge had enough of Goku.
It cracked.
"No, Goku!" screamed Gohan. He started to rush to the edge but he was too late.
"Grandpa! Help me!" the alien begged. He had managed to grab onto a jutting edge of cliff, about 5 feet down.
Grandpa Gohan looked around for something, anything to get his grandson back to safety. He managed to crack off a nearby branch as he hurried back to the edge, tears starting to stream from his eyes. But he wiped them away, wanting to stay strong and brave for young Goku.
He clambered to the very edge, before sticking the branch over Goku's head.
"Grab on Goku!" he called.
Goku felt scared and unsure. He didn't want to let go of the only thing keeping him from certain death.
"Trust me Goku! Grab on!" the martial artist yelled.
Goku summoned all his strength to reach up to the branch. He used his one free hand to reach up, grip slipping, almost there, he was so close-
The little boy fell.
Down, down, down he went, plummeting toward Death, who was waiting for him, among the sharp rocks, concealed beneath the waves of doom.
Down, down, down he went, crying and screaming, calling his grandpa's name-
until his grandpa couldn't see the tiny body anymore.
There was a pause. Then a scream. Gohan's scream.
"GOKU!"
The old martial artist broke down, crying screaming his grandson's name-
But there was no answer.
A/N: So a CLIFFHANGER(hah, get it?) Not really, you know what happens, but I wanted to cut off the story at one point. So yeah, sorry for the delay. So glad to see so many followers on this story! I'm crying with joy. I wish that we could see more reviews though…
Anyway, in the next chapter, we deal with the fate of Goku, and some more Vegeta and Friends action! Yay! So thanks guys!
