Gohan, the Saiyan warrior


The best thing about anime is that it's like a disease. It's infectious. I've now started to get one of best friends into animes like Ouran, Furuba, Bleach ECT. Aha, I feel evilly pleased. Next I will introduce DBZ!


Little, Black Box

Gohan found himself rather surprised to see that he was no longer wearing his battered armour. He hadn't taken any notice to it before, and felt rather moronic for being so foolishly ignorant, but he was now wearing familiar orange gi pants, a familiar blue top, and a pair of familiar training boots, and Gohan just knew who wore these familiar clothes.

...How he hated orange...

The teenager pushed himself up from his bed and was puzzled to why the large pants didn't fall down, until he noticed an obi tightly securing them around his waist. He shuffled his way to the door in the large boots, tempted to kick them off. But instead, he just tightened the rope which held them up, grudgingly.

"Are those too big, big brother?" Questioned a curious child from behind the door, his eyes peering through the gap in the keyhole.

"Goten..." Gohan grumbled in greeting, or in annoyance. To Goten, it was all the same and he didn't mind either way. From behind the wooden door, Goten grinned away.

"Teehee, you remembered my name!" The giggle fell on ignorant ears.

Gohan tightened the other shoe, his frown still intact –all until the door swung open and slammed into the teenager's head. Goten then dashed into the room happily.

The elder could only grimace in pain, whilst attempting to send out a spine-shivering scowl.

Goten, unaware that he had just given his brother another headache, jumped about wildly in excitement. "Wow! How did you get the shiner, Gohan?"

Gohan's fingers smoothly danced around on and over his sore eye, cursing both the happy-go-lucky child and his father. Luckily, his Saiyan genes would be able to help that heal nicely.

He then, feeling both perplexed and shocked, felt himself being dragged out of the bedroom and down the stairs by his little brother –hand in hand. Goten was blabbing on about something Gohan didn't really find interesting, and was keeping a tight hold of the warrior's hand. Such a tight hold; that even Gohan couldn't detach himself from the grasp. Despite being injured and considerably weaker than his usual state, the teenager still should have been able to pull free.

And Gohan didn't mean to say it, but it slipped out, nonetheless.

"Just how strong are you?"

Gohan felt the grip on his hand lessen and he felt a sudden sense of curiosity as the younger boy began to think. So, Goten paused his stampede through the house, if only briefly. With a finger rubbing at his non-existent beard, he looked at Gohan thoughtfully. "I dunno'. How strong is a super Saiyan?"

Gohan performed a double-take, nearly falling to the hallway floor. "A what?"

"Super Saiyan, silly!"

"At your age?!" Gohan began counting his fingers exasperatedly, starting and restarting his count every so often. "But you're what? Seven, eight?"

He then felt obtuse for having to use his fingers to count up to such a small number.

"I'm so happy! Big brother remembers how old I am!" Goten grabbed Gohan's other hand and jumped up and down excitedly, circling the older fighter and dragging him around with him. Gohan was surprised that the kid hadn't thrown up yet. Because, he wasn't feeling too good himself.

Gohan was feeling... nauseous, confused, angry and curious all at the same time and didn't know which emotion to act on.

"So you're a super Saiyan? Are you sure?" The, somewhat irritated, teenager asked slowly. Slowly; like he was talking to someone foreign –or stupid.

"I would show you, big brother, but mummy always said that I'm not allowed to transform in the house because she doesn't want an uhhh... umm, 'golden monster destroying her house!'. That's what she always says. But Trunks is allowed to transform in his house –it's no fair! Humph."

If Goten hadn't have pouted and glared down at the floor, he would have noticed the elder's wide eyes peering down at him. Gohan restrained himself from letting his mouth fall agape. Catching flies wasn't something he'd let himself be so idiotic to do.

"Goten, tell me, how did you do it?" Gohan's eyes narrowed, and now glistened with seriousness. "How did you become a super Saiyan?"

Goten looked up, completely startled by such a question. "Why do you want to know?" As innocent as it was, it still annoyed his sibling, somewhat. "You can't do it?"

"Don't put words in my mouth, and answer the simple question..."

"Good morning, boys." Chi-Chi approached the two with a forced smile. Gohan frowned because of the interruption and snatched his hands away from Goten's clasp. Chi-Chi's smile became more and more cheery, and, of course, forced. "Breakfast is almost done so why don't you two make your way to the table."

"Yay! Great, thanks mum! YAY!" Goten immediately darted in the direction of the heavenly smell and forgot about his older brother. This left him stranded.

Gohan suddenly felt naked.

He was alone with his mother, and he had never felt so tense and awkward in his life. She continued smiling, and the half breed considered how long she could keep up the facade. It was obvious that Chi-Chi wanted to say or do something, but was biting her tongue for some reason or another. But remembering how his mother was in such circumstances, he knew it wouldn't be long until an explosion of emotions would erupt from her.

The teenager fought all urges to shuffle his feet and twiddle his thumbs. He had NO idea what to do.

His mother just smiled on like the perfect little housewife.

Time passed.

"OH GOHAN, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! YOU DON'T NEED TO CRY, MUMMY'S HERE!" She engulfed him into a hug so tight that it almost rivalled her youngest son's grip. Gohan choked out for air. "I love you. Love you. Love you!"

"Get offa' me!" Gohan growled out, thrashing weakly in his parent's grasp.

"Don't speak to me like that, Gohan!" she hissed, but coddled him all the more. She eventually held him at arm's length and laid down the ground rules. "It's been a long time since you've been home and I want you to know that mummy still loves you. But, that doesn't excuse you from studying."

"Studying?" he parroted.

"Of course. My baby is going to grow up to be a scholar, right? That was your dream!"

"Hardly."

She ignored him. "And no more fighting in the house! You got that, young man? If you have to 'train'" she spat it out like venom, "you can go with your father and brother once a week. I will not allow this to affect your grades any longer. So once a week is all I'm allowing."

She was speaking as though nothing had changed, and this peeved the hybrid. "Are you being ignorant on purpose?"

She gasped. "What did you call me?"

"Ignorant. Why are you being so ignorant? I told you, I'm not staying on this planet. I have no intention of playing 'happy families'. Why is this so troublesome to understand? I don't like you or this family, especially him."

Chi-Chi had a feeling she knew who 'him' was.

And her heart broke as his words dawned on her.

Gohan hardened his glare and narrowed his eyes all the more. Yet, she looked as though she was going to cry at any moment. Not an over-the-top crying session. But one of those silent and meaningful cries. For a second, he wanted to take back what he said.

He hadn't felt guilty like this in a long while (even if it was the tiniest bit), and even though it didn't last long, it was still a shock to the system. But nonetheless, he refused to apologize.

With all honesty, he treated women with respect. And this woman, his mother, was no different. Just because he didn't want to see her, it didn't give him the authority to treat her like crap. She cooed and babied him so much that he wanted to be sick, but through all irritation, he would try his very best not to make a female cry.

Unless, she deserved it.

But that wasn't the case today.

So...

"Umm," Gohan felt lost for words. He wasn't going to take back what he said, but tried to help ease the situation. "I uh... Erm, uh."

His mother's hands were still perched on his shoulders, and he knew shuffling out of her grasp would only make things worse. So, he stayed put.

"Umm," he continued, not a drop of intelligence in his words. "Err... Well..."

Chi-Chi sniffled.

"Well, I'm-you're not that bad. I don't hate, um, you...so to say." The half breed tried to choose his words wisely. "It's just, uh..."

"S-So you still love your mummy?" she whimpered. Her hands disappeared from his shoulders and reappeared holding his hands. She clenched them tightly and brought them upwards, closer to her heart.

Gohan, still tongue-tied, stood there discomforted. He couldn't give a damn if he upset a man. But he always hated making women cry. The teenaged hybrid often thanked the heavens that he had never had to fight a female enemy head on.

However, his luck had run out and now he was facing a teary Chi-Chi. Already, she was wearing him out.

"I..." Gohan paused and looked her in the eyes. She may be a woman and he didn't like the shrieking cries of them, but she deserved the truth. "I don't know."

Chi-Chi didn't break down like Gohan thought she would, but simply stood there with her hands around his. The grasp tightened. And a silent tear slipped down her cheek.

She nodded numbly, but a faint smile was present on her lips. Not like the facade she had gone around all morning with. "That's better than I thought, at least."


The boy soon found himself sat at the kitchen table next to the hyperactive Goten. He chose to ignore the disgusting habit that the seven year-old had adopted. Earlier, he had been fascinated with the fact that someone could chew, tell a long-winded story, laugh, and burp all at the same time. But now, he had seen it a thousand times, he had found that he was only freaked out by it.

Sure, he knew Saiyans ate A LOT, and QUICKLY. But this was ridiculous. Kinpum didn't eat like that, he certainly didn't eat that and he knew for one that no other Saiyan could multi-task as well as Goten could when breakfast time arrived.

But if he thought Goten was bad, he just had to wait and see his father. When the man returned from collecting firewood, he had ruffled both his sons' hair (Gohan chose to ignore this) and pulled up a chair beside Goten. He then devoured breakfast.

The teenager felt his eye twitch as the man continued to 'eat'.

Gohan merely sat there, and watched. Unconsciously, he pushed his plate of high-stacked food away from him. He wasn't hungry anyway and he knew he wouldn't be able to eat with these animals in front of him.

"Well no wonder you're so skinny, Gohan!" his mother scolded, pushing the plate back to him. "You can't just skip meals."

The hybrid teenager glanced down at the plate again. He had never received a breakfast as large as this one since before he could remember. His expression only became more depressed as he looked up at his brother and father, knowing that they were on their third serving. His mother expected him to eat as much as they did, and she wouldn't back down until he ate a decent amount –this was something Gohan felt concerned about.

"I'm not hungry," he muttered.

"Are they bothering you?" she asked, slapping the spatula against the palm of her hand, gesturing to the other males present with a slight movement of her head.

"I'm just not hungry," he repeated in that dull, blunt tone.

"Fff itt's Naw Poishonish," Goku managed to speak out between mouthfuls.

Gohan didn't even bother to try and translate that.

"Goku!" Chi-Chi hissed, not wanting such rude behaviour to rub off on their children.

Goku swallowed his last mouthful of food and turned back to Gohan. "How 'bout I give you your little box-thing if you finish your breakfast?" He then brought the black box from out of nowhere and presented it on the table. Gohan quickly identified it as his.

The hybrid turned to face his father quickly with a frown, and the tension became suddenly thick in the kitchen. Gohan leaned on the table and narrowed his restless eyes, which showed his eagerness to take the small box by force. However, the boy didn't move another muscle.

"Have you opened it?" Gohan then spoke, not darkly, but anxiously.

"Wha- oh, no. I can't get it open. The lock won't let me." Goku replied, oblivious to gloomy atmosphere.

Time stopped for a moment but then Gohan nodded, and his scowl lessened.

The tension disappeared and Chi-Chi sighed in relief.


They managed to get Gohan to eat something, but were surprised that the boy couldn't eat half the amount his father could shovel down. The teenager was actually the most shocked of them all. After thinking deeply about, Gohan simply passed it off as human genetics over-powering the Saiyan ones. And that was a strange story in itself as the Saiyan genes were dominant and the human genes were recessive –hence the reason he looked more like a Saiyan than a human (despite the similarities in species).

So now, Gohan was stood outside in the garden, contemplating his surroundings.

"Gohan!" Swiftly, the boy turned his attention the approaching man. He snorted. His father...

"Hmn?" sounded a mumble.

"You forgot this." Goku walked up to his son with the same smile he gave everyone, jolly and full of happiness. Bah, it made Gohan sick to the stomach. Upon noticing his father's outstretched palm, Gohan eyed the black box in his hand before swiping it away. "Sooooooo," Goku began. "What's in the box?"

"None of your business..." Gohan muttered, turning his back on his parent.

"Bwaah!" Goku gasped. "But you gotta' tell me."

'I just have to hide this in a safe spot now, and not let him know the code. I can't believe I almost forgot about this box, I'm such a fool. Never mind, as long as he doesn't get his paws on it or anyone else, for that matter.' Gohan narrowed his eyes into little slits and stroked the box's lid worriedly. 'So the code. 048-34-5... Wait no, that's not it. 038-999-9... No... Uhh,089-333-126?'

Gohan felt himself beginning to panic and couldn't calm himself down. Goku even noticed the boy's change in mood. "Wait, 099-45-33-005... Ughh no! What is it, what is it?"

The half breed then felt his heart stop. 'Wait –what's even inside the box?'

"Gohan, are you okay?" Goku asked his son, concerned. He placed a hand on the boy's shoulder, only to have the fighter face him.

And he didn't look happy.

"YOU IDIOT!" Gohan bellowed, snatching Goku by his blue shirt. Madly, the boy shook the Saiyan about crazily; his dark, insane eyes engraving into his father's. "You buffoon!"

"W-What?" Goku stuttered innocently.

The duo fell to the floor, but Gohan didn't stop there. Now he brought out his fists and swung them at the man's face. Each punch was only just dodged by his father beneath him. More and more punches were aimed for Goku's nose, mouth, eyes; anything on his face, and Gohan was only becoming angrier as time moved on.

Chi-Chi ran out of the house, panicking with Goten clinging to her side.

But nonetheless, Gohan still didn't give up.

"Damn it, you idiot! You moron! I don't even remember! I DON'T REMEMBER!"

"W-What?" Goku replied, avoiding another attack, Holes were now spread around him, deep in the ground.

"I'm scared and I don't even remember why!" Gohan finally pulled back and tried to catch his breath. He moved from sitting on his father's stomach to sitting on the floor beside him. His hand brushed through his hair and he sent another glare at Goku.

The full-blooded Saiyan sighed in relief as he pushed himself from the ground. Looking back down at the floor, he noticed just how deep the holes were Gohan punched were. Those attacks were not something to be brushed off lightly.

"W-What's going on?" Goku questioned, scratching the back of his head. "What did I do?"

Gohan cupped his aching knuckles. "Damn, you hit me too hard –idiot. " He spoke quietly, now feeling a little better. "I can't remember what's in the box."

"Wha!" Goku looked taken aback. "You can't remember! I did that?!"

"Didn't I just say that?" he snapped in return. "You hit me so hard that I can't get in the box or know its content."

"Woaah, I'm –I'm real sorry."

"Yeah, and the best thing is...I know that whatever is in that little, black box... isn't something good."


No mistakes should be there... because I have a beta! Finally! Lunamaru; my wonderfully scary Beta. (Talk about your Yaoi fangirls!). But in all seriousness, thanks a lot!

Other than that, I don't have much to yap about this time. Hide your shock. I'll try to update a few more times before college for this story. For A Hero's Time Warp, I hope to update at least four times before the eighth of September. Wish me luck, uggghhh. Thanks for all reviews, PMs, faves and alerts!