A/N: Well, I was insanely busy with life, girls, band, tests, other stories, sports, and everything else, but I managed to finally bring out the newest chapter of Sleepless Knights! And win WGI West Coast Regionals with my awesome drumline! I know I said I would be rewriting and reworking, but it would take far too long with my available time... so I'm just going to go straight to new chapters while I can!
No one moved as his boots hit the tiled surface. It was the first time many of them had seen him in years, and they had hoped to keep it that way.
Saiyaman, the one once known as Gohan, walked towards the gathering of Z-fighters with the grace of a killer. The insignia of Demon was more than apparent on his much darker uniform, something that fit the demi-saiyan all too well.
A pin drop could be heard as he finaly reached the group, simply walking right through them as if they were nonexistent.
"Tha-THATS IT!" Yamcha bellowed at his back, as the fallen hero nearly reached the temple of god, "I've had enough of this!"
Gohan turned, locking emotionless eyes with the scarred warrior.
"I'm right here. Change it."
The once bandit withdrew slightly at that, but brought his arms to his side for a brief charge before rushing forward at ungodly speeds. He closed in quickly, pulling his fist back, eyes never wavering, he-
Froze.
Gohan smirked, his golden hair illuminating his hat as though it were a lightbulb, and stepped forward.
"You've never fought a super saiyan," He stated. It wasn't a question. "You are trembling in fear on the inside. You know that if you move another centimeter, you will be dead. You know this, despite the fact that I haven't bothered to raise my power. You know that I don't need to. You know that you are but a fly to me, annoy me and you will be swatted. It terrifies you that I have so much control that my traceable power is so miniscule that I wouldn't be able to destroy a planet, yet you know that I can destroy galexies with a thought." He was now face to face with him. "And you are furious, because you can't do anything about it without ending up like Krillin, and yet you know that he is exactly the type of person who would throw that punch." With that the demi-saiyan simply turned his back and walked indors.
Yamcha suddenly collapsed and punded his fists into the ground, shouting incomprehensible noises.
No one bothered him.
"That was... Impresive." Piccolo admitted as the two walked through the halls of Dende's lookout. "I didn't know you were that good of an actor."
"You pick up a thing or two when you are the most wanted man in the world," The now slouching saiyan replied tiredly, "It was a huge risk."
The two entered a large, furniture lacking room that was highly unique in only one way. It's occupants were the only ones that the two had trusted enough to invite to the meeting.
Vegeta, Bulma, 18, Dende, Popo, Korin, and Roshi. They are the only ones in the world that were trustworthy. Roshi, Bulma, and 18 were far to close to Krillin to be the killers. Popo and Korin were simply above suspicion, they had existed far longer than anyone here knew, and it was obvious that now, of all times in history, was the single worst point in time to try to take over the world.
"Gohan?" Bulma said in surprise, than her expression turned sour. "I thought this was supposed to be be the trustworthy people!" She shouted at Dende, who recoiled under the earthling's wrath.
"Now, now, Bulma," Korin soothed, "I'm sure everything will make sense shortly. Care to explain?" He asked the guardian.
"Actually, I will," Piccolo interjected, turning all eyes on him. "We are in worse shape than we've ever been in before. Everyone out there, Tien, Yamcha, Yadjarobi, Chioutzu, Chi-chi, none of them can be trusted, and not a single one of us is safe."
The newcomers to the group were shocked at the bold decloration, but Vegeta took the reign while Piccolo let the information soak in.
"As some of you know, Hercule is being trained to kill Gohan in an untraceable fashion. At the same time, Krillin is killed off, the one that is hidden from society. Whoever it is obviously has plans larger than killing us."
Gohan took a phone out of his pocket, and cursed under his breath.
"Its not there," He told Piccolo, "It's official now."
"What's not where?" 18 demanded, her eyes slightly red from recent tears.
"The dragon balls," The demi-saiyan responded, "They aren't at the stadium, or anywhere else we've hidden them," He than looked at Bulma, "Is the one at capsule corp safe?"
"What do you take me for?" She scoffed, "That is the only reason we have that security system, and plus Vegeta would have killed anyone who tried to take it."
"I'll go check the remaining dragon ball locations," Popo offered, to which Dende nodded and thanked him for.
"The dragon balls again," Korin mused, "The world was a lot more peaceful before those things were drug back up."
"Its all fine and all that we know some things," Roshi interjected, "But what are we actually doing? and what is HE doing here?"
Gohan just sighed as the hermit's stick was pointed at him. "I've been hiding it from everyone long enough. I haven't slept in years, not since an alien sealed a powerful monster inside my subconscious and will awaken if I sleep. All those things I've done were done to keep me awake. I can't be healed or eat a senzu, because only half of the monster was sealed, and it might fully recover if I myself am healed, and after such a relief, I don't think I could hold it off again. Now, as some part of some plot, I am being targeted. I'm going to assume that it is the same plot that got Krillin killed. That means they want me alive. That means they know about this... monster. Now, Hercule was trained with our martial arts style, meaning it is someone we know that is behind all of this."
"So now what are we doing? Just sitting here?" 18 hissed.
"We're playing the hand we were dealt," Piccolo coolly responded, "We are going to protect ourselves from any future losses, and all the Z-warriors will be staying with Bulma so that they can have Vegeta's protection. Gohan and I will do everything we can to track the killer, but we have a backup plan otherwise."
"And just what would that be?" Korin asked, intrigued.
"The Satan games," Gohan replied, "That is the only place we can bring together all of the suspects. Tien, Yamcha, and Chioutzu will all be participating. I can bring Harriman, Tao, Crane, Seventeen and whatever other lead we have."
"So until than, we just wait?" 18 demanded, "What about Krillin? What about the kids, they are supposed to be growing up! Were just going to have them on lockdown?!"
"It is an offer," Vegeta answered calmly, "feel free to go and risk your family's life, it is none of my concern. I already suspect the triclops won't stay long."
There was silence in the room.
"I see what you meant when you said we're in bad shape," Roshi admitted, "I know I'm moving in."
Videl was walking to walking to school, damn these crutches were itchy, when she suddenly felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned and gasped.
Incredibly tall with blond hair, she recognized him immediately from their brief time at papaiya island.
"Gohan?" She asked in shock, "Wha-What are you doing here?" She than frowned, "If your one of those creepy stalker fans, I'll have you know I can kick your ass, even in this cast!"
He laughed, "I bet you could," He responded, "No, I just transferred to Orange Star and saw you so I thought I'd say hi."
She looked at him suspiciously, "Just why exactly are you transfering?"
He looked both ways, than leaned in to whisper into her ear. "Between you and me, I'm part of a secret organization trying to stop a global threat. Harriman is one of the key components, and we have reason to believe that we can get to him through one of the students at this school."
Videl blinked and Gohan laughed, "You should have seen your face!" he managed between chuckles. "Na, that island that blew up last week was about the size of my home, and my mom felt paranoid, so we moved in with her sister who works at capsule corp. And considering I'm finally in walking distance of a school, I guess it's my 'civic duty' or something to go."
Videl nodded in understanding, but couldn't help pay attention to what he said before. There was also something wrong with thinking about him as a student. "Understandable I guess."
As the two walked to school, she couldn't help but notice that his first story made... sense. He was obviously built and trained, that much was obvious. But it was even more obvious that he was tired, and she knew first hand how hard the federal agents were pushed. Plus... Well, although the second story made logical sense, she kinda wanted something to do and work on while she was keeping up appearances as a cripple. And she had to admit, Orange Star was the one place that she hadn't seen ripped apart to look for harriman in the last couple years.
She swung her crutches at the back of his head, which he ducked and glared at her.
"Well mister Fed, I'll have you know that your little bit of reverse psychology that you pulled trying to make me suspect you as anything but a secret agent backfired rather splendidly," she said proudly.
In an instant, he snatched her crutches from her, grinning.
"It actually worked extremely well, now I know for sure you weren't just pretending to be uninjured at papaiya island, and that your sharp enough to figure out what should have taken you at least a couple days in a mater of moments."
Videl again blinked, looking down at her casts that the briefs were still having her wear for image. Than she looked back at the boy.
"Just who are you?" She asked, admittedly impressed, "That was really... fast."
"I'm Gohan, the most talented man you'll ever meet," He responded, "Trained from birth to be the best spec-ops in history, there is one thing I lack that you have, and that I need," He leaned in, so that their faces were nearly touching.
"I need to find Harriman's child amongst the three thousand, one hundred and forty seven students that attend Orange Star. This is more important than national security. This is more important than international law. This is a case you can't even comprehend the severity of." He stood up again, giving a fatigued smile.
"Oh yea, we have three weeks to do it," He said with a laugh. He than began walking towards school.
"Wait!" She called after him, realizing what had bothered her before, "Wheres your backpack?"
The new student blinked. "My what?"
A/N: And so my new, hopefully more mature style is released. Hopefully everything is to everyone's liking, I know I felt pretty good about this chapter.
A quick shout-out to DarkVoid116, who reminded me that this story is for the readers, and convinced me to put some time aside to write this for all you guys!
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