His father was a genius.

While it could be said that Son Goku was a few crayons short of a full box, the man knew how to fight and train. Using weighted training clothing while performing everyday activities was a great wait to train one's body. The added weight helped build up muscle that would create greater strength and increase reflexes. With a daily regiment of exercise, one could seriously increase their strength and stamina.

Gohan had never really taken fighting or training seriously. Yes, he would put as much time into it as he could when his father was alive and his mother made sure he studied his butt off, but that was more for fun. When one lived in the middle of the country, the nearest neighbor being miles off in any direction, one had to find someway to entertain their self and training was one method Gohan had found enjoyable. He had idolized his father and Piccolo, always trying to imitate them and their work ethic and style.

Insert two murderous androids and a decimated population later, and fighting ceased being fun and more about survival. It was one thing to pretend fighting along side people you respect; it was another to see them fall with you being the only one left to face the growing devastation.

So when his mother sent him into the attic to search for some of his old clothes, he had stumbled upon some of his father's old training gear, specifically his weighted shirt, armbands, and boots.

When Gohan had first seen them as a child, he didn't see them as odd or special. They were his father's everyday clothes and if he didn't wear them, then he looked out of place. He was like a turtle without its protective shell. Almost on impulse, Gohan put them one, immediately feeling weighed down.

Once he had donned the clothes, the Son boy had spent the rest of the day doing varies exercises and chores. He knew better then to expect immediate results, so he figured he'd need more time before he noticed anything different.

Yet, something felt off. Upon returning to the box he had found the weighted clothing in, he found a spare gi of his father's, it's familiar orange color making giving the boy a nostalgic feeling.

Though he had grown much since he saw his father laying on his deathbed, the demi-saiyan knew he wasn't nearly as tall as his father was, though he was getting close. It was more than likely that this spare gi was a little big for him. That didn't stop him, though, from taking it out and putting on the orange pants and gi top, and tying the blue sash around his waist.

Just as he thought, it was too big, but only just barely. Tucking in the bottom of the gi pants wouldn't be too much trouble, and the sash kept the waist from sliding down his legs. He couldn't do much with the bagginess though, the same with the shirt, even though the sleeves kept threatening to slide off his shoulders.

Just then, he heard a knock at his door, followed by it opening and Chichi sticking her head into the room. "Gohan, dinner's almost—"

And that's where she stopped as she got a good look at Gohan. "Oh my, you look just like your father," she spoke, completely mesmerized. Then, what ever spell she had been under disappeared as she was suddenly right next to him, looking him over. "Well, it's a bit baggy, but we can fix that," she muttered, as she pulled on various parts of the outfit. "Where did you find this?" she finally asked her son.

"I found it in the attic," Gohan responded. "It was just lying there and I thought I'd try it on."

Chichi nodded her approval. "It needs a little work but I think I can get it to fit you."

"Really?" the Son boy exclaimed, a giddy feeling rising in his stomach.

"You bet. Just give it to me and I'll take care of it all."


Alright, Videl had just about had enough of this.

It had been nearly been a year since she had returned to Orange Star City and establishing herself within the Satan Dojo, and every moment of it had Sharpner following her at her heels as if he were an attention-starved puppy. It was annoying and she was just about ready to punt him to parts unknown.

Today though, was turning out to be a blessing. The city had asked the members of the dojo to help and clean up litter from the city streets and the head of the dojo had agreed; he claimed that members had to hold strong ties to the city and not just their bodies. So after everyone was put into groups, they were set out to clean up anything and everything they could pick up and throw into their bags. Fortunately, Videl had been placed into a different group from Sharpner and she couldn't help but feel relieved by this.

Plus, despite the good deed the dojo was doing for the city, it was a nice way to spend the day outside and receive a slight workout. Bending down to repeatedly pick up sheets of torn paper and thrown-aside plastics was creating a burning sensation in her abdominal muscles.

Picking up one such sheet of paper, she couldn't help but read some of the words on it, grimacing a second later. Many of the scattered sheets of paper were from the Monet Shelter that had been destroyed several months ago and Videl couldn't help the sick feeling welling up into her stomach. People had gone there to get away from the ever present threat of the Androids only to inadvertently draw them to them and die for it. It had definitely gotten rid of any idea that there was an Android-proof building material. There wasn't an individual or company that wanted a repeat of that event.

Stuffing the sheet into her garbage bag, she located a few more sheets advertising the doomed shelter still taped to a building and walked towards them, tearing them off the wall and adding them to her growing collection.

"Sobering, isn't it?" a deep voice said, causing her to look behind her. There stood a large man in a fighting gi. He had a shaggy beard on his face and a nearly bald head, which prompted many a joke about him growing hair on the wrong part of his head. Fortunately, he took all jokes with good humor, even making some of his own. This was the current dojo master of Satan Dojo, Master Shu.

"Yeah," was all the Satan girl replied with.

"Unfortunately, that is the way life is," the dojo master continued. "Such trials do not last forever, however."

"Only in fairytales," Videl muttered, though she was sure the elder man heard it. He was just the sort of man not to let such comments bother him.

"Some people even fight to make sure that the status quo changes," Shu said. "That young friend of yours—"

"He's not my friend," the girl growled.

The old man chuckled. "My apologies; there is a young man that you know of that fights to end this portion of history. It's people like that that will help our world get pass these troubling times."

Moving down the street, the dojo master made his way to continue their task, his student following him. "Look all around you; there are people that despite the ever present threat wish to continue their lives. They've adapted to such conditions, waiting for a time in which they do not have to look over their shoulders in fear. Such a time will come, that I am sure of."

"And how do you know this?"

"Nothing lasts forever."

Videl fell into a silence. That was an optimistic viewpoint to look at their current situation. But it wasn't like the Androids would die of old age though. They were machines after all and they were immune to such hindrances whereas humans were killed by something as small as a bacteria or virus. Of course, this was also assuming that no one would ever become strong enough to defeat the Androids either. Anyone that faced them would end up dead; well, except for that one guy…

And she did not just think about that idiot.

Eventually, Master Shu interrupted her thoughts. "So when do you plan on leaving the dojo?"

That startled the girl. "Huh? What are you talking about?"

"Quite a few of us know of your recordings of the Android attacks, but that is not all you record," Shu explained. "I was just curious if you would be furthering your research by moving towards a new city."

A blush crossed the Satan girl's face. She hadn't realized she'd been that obvious with her current pursuit. "I-I'm not sure," she stuttered. "I noticed the Golden Fighter arriving at Android Attacks sooner when they attack in the west and I want to be sure I know a precise area before I go that way. I don't want to make a trip there for nothing."

"Understandable. As I said when you arrived at the dojo, we are open to you no matter where you go or how long you intend to stay."

A smile graced Videl's lips. "Thank you."


To Wunsleh: Glad you enjoyed lol