Warrior school

(A/N: I didn't think the story would go on for this long. I can't wait to finish it now!)
Chapter Twenty-five… Sanity is not unlimited

Gohan was on the edge of passing into the world of unconsciousness. His eyelids fluttered as he stared up into the prince's cold gaze. After a few seconds; the shortest fighter, who was now identified as Krillin, stood up beside him. The human then took off his own helmet and began talking to the prince.

The hybrid wished that he could hear what they were talking about. Damn those soundproof helmets.

He attempted to stand up again, this time succeeding properly. Just as he was about to turn his communicator on; he felt an arm link around his neck. His rasped breath began to increase in speed once he felt the grip tighten. Gohan knew who the person was, and just prayed that he wouldn't meet his end by his own father.

Obviously Goku had eaten a Zensu bean and was now fully recovered, ready for any other battle that was ahead. Goku was not an unfair person, but when it came to fighting villains sometimes he just had to have a bit of a boost, like a Zensu bean for example. So after the one he had just had, he was ready to defeat any enemies heading their way. Although, he guessed that his opponent wasn't really in any shape to take him on from the previous battle.

With his spare arm, Goku unclipped his own helmet and threw it to the floor. It was nice to finally breathe in fresh air again…

The Saiyan was rather surprised that this young challenger was not struggling in his firm grasp. Hopefully the boy may have finally given up, or he could have even have passed out.

Gohan stood as still as a statue. This was his last option to catch his father off-guard and make a run for it, unless he passed out in the process. He couldn't hear anything beyond his helmet, but he could see Krillin and Goku talking to one another. Vegeta was merely watching Gohan, awaiting the teenager's next move.

"What's wrong with him, Goku?" asked the weakest of the three fighters, prodding at Gohan's shoulder nervously. "Is he knocked out or something? I mean, you did give each other a heck of a fight!"

"I'll feel for his heartbeat." Goku replied, placing a hand on his son's chest. "Yep, he's still alive. Do you think he is faking, Vegeta?" he then asked, turning his attention to his ally.

There was no response other than a grunt alongside an uncaring shrug.

"We'll just have to wait and see, wont we?" Goku tittered, a worried smile dancing upon his features. "I bet that he-!" The Saiyan stopped speaking once he felt a sharp pain digging into his spine. Instantly the Saiyan's clasp of his son weakened, giving Gohan chance to jump back a few meters.

Goku pushed himself up from the floor, sending Gohan a fuming glare. That is when the Saiyan spotted something curling around the boy's waist. A brown tail had appeared from Gohan's armor and caught his blind side. His thoughts wondered back to when he fought against his brother, Raditz. He remembered when Raditz had used his tail as a weapon when attacking Krillin. Those tails were vicious in a battle, it needed to be exterminated.

"Goku!" Krillin exclaimed in a worry-filled yell, running over to his friend's aid. "Are you ok? What's wrong?!"

"I'm fine, Krillin." Goku unconsciously growled. "Look, around that guy's waist is a tail! I just need to get rid of that thing and he will be weakened easily!"

Jumping into a fighting stance, Goku frowned sternly. Just as he was about to take the fighter on for the second time, someone had beaten him to it. Gohan gasped in shock when he felt his feet leave the ground uncontrollably. The hybrid turned his head, instantly spotting that a giant, blue, bear-like alien had lifted him from the ground. The alien's arms were tightly wrapped around his own, stopping him from defending himself. The hold actually reminded him of a bear-hug, dismissing the pain that is.

The alien's twisted smirk continued to curve. "Thank you for capturing this little pest," he began in sick tone, "Master Dye will be more than happy to see him. He has wanted to see the Saiyan general for a while now. Or should I say Ex-General?" The fighter rudely snorted, a scowl making its way onto his face. "I'm almost sorry that I have to kill you Earth fools!"

He must work for Dye then… Goku concluded deep within his mind. So this must have been the missing general people had been talking about. But now he's back! Interesting... I wonder why he quit. He's defiantly still a kid though, and he puts up a hell of a fight!

"You kill us?" Vegeta sneered, earning an irritated growl from the giant, blue monster. "Fat chance of that, for I am a Super Saiyan!"

"And this guy isn't?" the enemy flatly responded, gesturing to with a nod of the head towards Gohan. "I'm sorry to say but I am stronger then any super Saiyan!"

Vegeta chuckled, folding his arms as he did so. "And that's why you decided to attack him when Kakkorot had finished fighting with him?" The prince released another sadistic chortle. "You caught his bind side. You must feel so proud."

The sapphire colored attacker unconsciously took a step back. Vegeta, upon noticing this, smirked.

Gohan had had about enough of this. Why couldn't he just gain control of the fight for one damn minute? All he could do was watch from the enemy's grasp whilst Vegeta kicked this guy's butt. Even if the sight would be entertaining to watch, he would be at their mercy, and the prince could reveal his secret. But then again, Vegeta might not want to lose such a strong sparring partner, and it would bruise his ego to ask his father to train with him.

"Man, I can smell this guy through the stupid helmet!" Gohan groaned wearily, cringing at the terrible odor. "The stupid imbecile, when I get my energy back I'll kick his sorry ass to hell!"

Once he noticed Vegeta catching him off-guard, the teenager started to struggle in the hands of the giant alien. Gohan squirmed around, thrashing his legs about madly, knowing that he was landing a hit every so often. As the hybrid was doing this, he was mentally cursing the alien about his strength to keep such a tight hold.

"Darn it, stop fidgeting!" bellowed the blue fighter, keeping a tight grip. It was difficult to keep hold though. Even with the Saiyan's energy so low, the fifteen year-old still had some fight left in him. The four just watched in amazement as Gohan thrashed around uncontrollably, sometimes causing the blue alien to wince in pain.

This continued for a good few minutes until… nothing. Gohan's head fell forward as it lifelessly dangled.

"Well I guess he stupidly wiped out his own energy." The enemy then sniggered as he lessened the clasp of the teenager. "It seems that the boy can put up a hell of a battle. But, like everything good, his energy supply has to come to an end."

At that very second, when the bear-like fighter had started cackling to himself, everything came to a halt. The alien suddenly stooped in pain, instantly dropping Gohan in the process. This revealed crimson, oozing blood leaking from his stomach. Instantaneously the half breed jumped back again, but this time he had a clenched fist covered in the monster's plasma.

"Why you little -I'll get you!" With those last words, he fell to the floor unconscious.

Now was his time. Gohan speedily turned his communicator on and spoke just as swiftly and desperately. "Senka, send Henran to dead man's land area 057!"

"Gohan, what is the problem? Are you hurt?" came Senka's concerned voice, yet serious at the same time. "Why do you want Henran?"

"Because he'll understand the situation!"

"I can't send him, Gohan. I can't send him because-" Before he could continue, everything sounded fuzzy and crackled. Gohan looked up to see his father had smashed a fist down onto his communicator, breaking it into tiny pieces. Now there was no way to explain this to Senka, or no way to get Henran to help them. Worst of all, his father was going to have to live with the sin of killing his eldest son.

Was there any way out of this large ditch he had created for himself?

…There was one solution… But was it worth it?

He sure hoped so.

But wasn't that a way of surrendering?

To give up everything that he had worked so hard to keep.

No, the time wasn't right just yet.

Gohan continued to fight against the urge to let his eyelids drop. Goku was standing before him in a threatening manner, actually making his son want to tremble in his armor. Of course he didn't. The gaze which the full-blooded Saiyan threw down at the teenager had daggers stabbing away at Gohan's dignity. The half breed felt weak and powerless whilst his father was so confident and mighty.

The terrifying thing was that Goku's usual blissful nature had done a 360 degree turn. Where had the happy-go-lucky man gone? Now Gohan knew what most villains felt when they looked into Son Goku's eyes right before death; maxed fear. If he survived this fight he just didn't know if he could look at his childhood idol the same way anymore.

…

It then struck at him. He had to survive this.

Why am I even thinking like these terrible thoughts? Gohan asked himself, feeling a large sense of pride. I'm not only going to live, I'm going to win!

With the sudden burst of adrenaline, Gohan swung out a leg, aiming for Goku's shin. This caught the Saiyan off-guard. His father immediately buckled down in pain, earning a knee to meet his face.

When Goku caught his chance, he clasped hold of Gohan's foot and threw him into a large hill. "Where the hell is he getting all this energy?!" he asked nobody in particular as he watched the hybrid hit the cold, sharp rocks.

Running over to where he flung his son, he gasped at the sight.

The boy had disappeared.

Three hours later…

"Are you sure you're ok, Goku?" Krillin asked his friend with a warm smile.

Presently, they were sitting on the ground a few miles away from where the fight had occurred. They had tried to find Gohan but there were no sightings of the ex-general. So now they had decided to take break from their searching. However, they couldn't wait too long; if they did the hybrid would escape and heal to be even stronger than before.

"I'm fine, Krillin. Really I am," Goku sighed, "I'm just a bit worn-out, and a bit confused…"

"And why's that?"

"I just am…"

"Humph," Vegeta began, catching both of their attention. "It seems Kakkorot has some issues…" He then stood up and walked away, muttering to himself. "And a few surprises on the way…"

Elsewhere

"You're lucky I saved you when I did," Faita told his student, "I can't believe you attacked him like that, he would've killed you in the next blow!"

"Well, I'm fine now, aren't I?" Gohan said, pushing himself up from the floor. Faita merely sat on the ground on his knees with the medical kit beside him, watching the teenager attempt to stretch his legs.

"Where's your helmet, Saiyan?" he then asked. Gohan just shrugged before pointing down to the black 'trashcan' down on the floor. "You shouldn't take it off, even if it's falling to pieces."

"You're not even wearing one!" the half bred pointed out. Gohan then fingered the bandages wrapped tightly around his chest, then the ones around his palms.

"I don't think you will be fighting again until we get you to the doctor back at the base."

"But I'm fine!"

"No buts!" he snapped. Faita then passed the fifteen year-old's helmet back to Gohan. With a groan the Saiyan placed it over his head, clicking it into position. So that he could hear his teacher, he smashed the small slot where he could see from.

"That was stupid; you could have gotten glass in your eyes!"

"Anyway earlier, how did you know where I was?" Gohan suddenly asked his sensei, raising an eyebrow.

"Senka sent me the message. You're lucky that I was in the area, if not you'd be dead!" he dryly chuckled, standing up beside Gohan. The two then walked through dead man's land, avoiding any enemies. Gohan was actually limping, but that was until Faita decided to help his student out by supporting him with an arm.

"I feel like a fool!" Gohan exclaimed.

"You look like one too," Faita shrugged. "Look, Saiyan, there is something I need to tell you."

"And what's that?"

"Well, Senka told me to tell you that-"

"Shh!" The teenager interrupted. He then clasped hold of his mentor's armor and pulled him behind a large hill. There were a few minutes of silence; all that could be heard were battles further away in the distance

"Saiyan, what is it?" Faita whispered. Cautiously the fighter began to look around, but he only found to be surrounded by other hills and a few bodies that littered the ground beneath them. "Can you hear something?"

Faita decided he didn't need an answer when he noticed what was heading their way. Walking towards them were three figures, none of them wearing helmets.

"It's my dad," Gohan informed his mentor. Faita looked down at him with a puckered brow, shaking his head in disappointment.

"This is getting out of hand, Saiyan." Faita shook his head again. "This is much more important than the rules at WS academy. You are dancing in dangerous territory, and you might just get yourself killed if you're not careful."

"I don't need a lecture," the teenager said dryly.

"I remember a day when you used to respect me-"

"Oh, not this again…"

"Look, let's talk about this later," Faita said, kneeling down, pulling Gohan down with him. "But now we have to get out of here alive."

"My dad won't kill us."

"But does he know that you're his son?"

Silence.

"I'm going to go get some of the soldiers to help us out. You're too slow to keep up with me in your condition. Stay here and don't move until I get back, got it?"

"…Fine," he eventually replied, even if it was a little sullenly.

Gohan watched his sensei run off, hiding behind the hills as he did so. Soon enough he was out of eyesight, leaving him alone behind the hill. He felt so vulnerable. Even with the horrible feeling of cautiousness, the hybrid had to keep an eye on the three. He didn't want to know what would happen if he lost track of them, that would be, to be blunt, bad.

"Damn it, where can he be?" whined Goku, kicking the ground in annoyance. "We can't let him get away or he'll get stronger. Like you said, Vegeta, Saiyans get stronger after serious injuries. Hopefully he has collapsed somewhere, and then we can take his back to base and have him questioned."

"Until then, I say we rest here," suggested Krillin.

"But we've just had a rest!"

"Yeah, I know. But these boots are killer on the ankles." At that Krillin nervously laughed at himself. "So, can we stay here?"

"I guess it will be alright. What do you think, Vegeta?"

…

"Vegeta?" Goku repeated, waving a hand in front of his friend's face, "anyone home?"

"I say we wait here," the prince replied plainly. Goku frowned but nodded as he sat down in front of a small hill…

"Oh great…" Gohan mumbled before thinking dully, they're right in front of me, and if they see me then they can see my face. I broke the glass! I'm such an idiot!

The hybrid leant against the hill, trying to make very little noise. However, he couldn't help his heavy breathing. When he was like this he could whisper over a field. All his stealth had disappeared and this was the time he desperately needed it. Fate had a funny sense of humor, didn't it?

"Hey guys, can you hear that?" Goku asked his two companions. "Can you hear that real loud breathing?"

After a moment of silence, Krillin nodded.

"I'm going to check it out…"

Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap! The teenager screamed in his mind. A chill of panic flew over his features, making him want to yell up to the heavens for mercy.

Taking once last quick breath, he unclipped his helmet and threw it as far as he could. Past the first hill, then the second, soon it landed on the third hill, out of sight. Knowing that his father was approaching, his last option came to mind. Gohan looked at his fist gingerly, hoping that his plan would work. As hard as he could in his present state, he made his right fist head straight into his cheek.

Then… Blackness...

Goku approached the other side of the hill, worried from what to expect. He walked up to a figure lying on the ground and knelt down beside it. The Saiyan let his hand brush over the person's bandages, which was wrapped around the male's bare chest. Cautiously, he put his ear down onto the person's back. He then nodded to himself once he heard the light breathing. Obviously, it wasn't always so light. He then turned the person onto its back so he could see the face. That's when…

"KRILLIN, VEGETA!"

End of chapter
Uh, well. Um, how was that? I'm sorry for the wait. I made it longer than usual though :) I felt mean leaving it there but I was first going to leave it when Gohan disappeared after getting thrown into the hill.

Anyway thanks for the reviews guys!

Danni