Daughter Of A Hero
Training Begins.
The twins had been racing through the skies for twenty minutes with Gonyhe - after using Kaioken to her advantage - taking the lead. Gohan had refused to transform and as such was lagging behind Gonyhe while their father and mentor weren't even visible in the skies behind them.
Gohan was not slow like his slightly brain dead father and he was most certainly not slow when it came to all things involving his sister. As such, he knew there was a reason why his slightly younger sister was tearing up the skies in attempts to get home - his guess was that she was hoping to reach home before their father so she could retreat to her room and avoid communicating with him.
"Hey Gonyhe? Wait up!" He called, his voice slightly stole away by the wind.
As he expected however, Gonyhe didn't slow down and instead sped up, making the jump to an even higher level of Kaioken so that the distance between the two was increased tenfold.
Grumbling under his breath about stubborn sisters, Gohan sucked in a deep breath and let out a scream, digging into his power reserves and bringing them out so that he made the jump to Super Saiyan, causing him to rocket forward and place himself straight in the oncoming path of Gonyhe.
Like always, when she felt the tell tale signs of the transformation take hold, the young girl stiffened and even further increased her speed, hoping beyond hope to outrun her fear.
"Aw crud." Gonyhe moaned when her senses alerted her to her brothers power jump, however, Gonyhe was as stubborn as they came and as such continued to surge forward at a pace that was too fast for human eyes to track.
A golden blur appeared in front of her, and although the young girl identified the golden blur as her brother, and had plenty of time to stop if she so desired, she chose not to, and, just for the fun of it, barrelled straight into her slightly older brothers unprotected mid-section.
This earned a 'oooomph' sound from her brother and caused him to sail backwards for around fifty feet until he eventually flipped around in mid air and righted himself, staring at his sister with a chastising expression as he floated forward to meet her again, dropping his transformation simultaneously. Gonyhe let out a sigh of relief.
Gonyhe batted her eyelashes in fake innocence. "What?"
"I thought you would have stopped."
"Well look what thought did."
"Touché."
"French?"
"Oui "
Gonyhe raised an appreciative eyebrow in response.
"You would know if you actually stuck around long enough to do some studying instead of sneaking off to do training 24/7, it's all about …-" Gohan lectured.
"-balance … yeah, yeah, yeah. It doesn't come as easy to everybody as it does to you. All you do is blow a fuse and boooooooom instant power increase! You save the world by smarts and I'll do it by training, and if all hope is lost, we'll just get you mad and then we're safe. How does that sound?" Gonyhe retorted sarcastically.
Gohan frowned at his sisters tone but let the semi-insult slide, instead focussing on what was truly on his mind. "Sooo .. You and dad?"
"What about us?" Gonyhe snapped defensively.
"What's the deal?"
"None of your business."
Gohan's eyes flashed with barely concealed pain. "Why?."
"The same reason why me being locked out of your mind is none of my business."
"Gonyhe, it's … I can't explain … please, just what's wrong?" Gohan begged.
"Fine then! Do you want to know what's wrong? I'm sick and tired of Papa just thinking he can come and go when he pleases! He didn't even apologize for not being there for two years after Namek when we all thought he was dead! Your hearing is as good as mines Gohan! We've both sat and heard Momma cry herself to sleep every night for the best part of two years, thinking it was her fault that Papa had abandoned us. Every night she set a place at the table, thinking that it would bring him home when he was off gallivanting in space, too busy learning some new techniques to even bother checking up on us. For all he knew we could have been dead! If it wasn't for you being able to transform into a super Saiyan we would be dead! Three times over now! Heck, I've already died and bet he doesn't even know that!"
Throughout her rant, Gonyhe didn't notice the frantic shushing motions that Gohan was going through in attempts to quieten her.
"Gonyhe? How … do you really mean that?"
The young girl froze, realizing instantly just why her brother was making hushing motions. Steeling her nerves, she whirled round coming face to face with her father.
"I .. yes! It's true, how long was your spaceship ready before you eventually came home?"
Goku looked sheepish. "About a year …"
"A year?" Gonyhe repeated. "You could have came home a year ago but you chose to stay in space, and for what?!"
"To train …"
Gonyhe's small form started to shake violently, this was from a mixture of anger and raw energy fuelled by her emotions. From nowhere, a energy induced wind began to whip at her and her fathers clothes, at first it was gentle but as her anger increased, as did the winds surrounding Gonyhe - pretty soon it was like a wind storm in the skies!
"TO TRAIN? YOU HAVE A FAMILY!" Gonyhe thundered, throwing her head back and screaming.
Gohan, Goku and Piccolo could all swear they saw her aura flicker gold for the briefest of moments as she ploughed forward, socking her father with a right hook across the jaw. As soon as the gold appeared, it was gone, along with her father who was currently sailing backwards across the skies.
Gonyhe dropped her aura, breathing deeply in attempts to calm herself. A few minutes later, her senses picked up her father floating closer to her. She looked up, feeling extremely satisfied in the fact that her father was rubbing his jaw gingerly. It was already sporting a forming bruise.
"Gonyhe … I'm sorry." Goku whispered, sounding genuinely upset.
"It's not me you should be apologizing to." Gonyhe said bitingly, turning on her heel and blasting off toward home.
Pretty soon she was nothing but a star in the faraway sky.
Goku continued to rub his jaw, marvelling at how strong his daughter had gotten. He couldn't help but feel proud of her, for becoming that strong but then again that came alongside the crushing sense of guilt. She had to become that strong, otherwise she would have been killed long ago.
"Did Gonyhe just flash gold?" Gohan asked eventually, breaking the awkward silence that had crept in.
"It would seem so. She draws power off of her emotions, like you Gohan. However, unlike you, she doesn't hold everything in. This is relatively bad, she needs to learn to control her temper and harness that anger instead of just lashing out." Piccolo explained, staring after the star in the sky with a contemplating expression.
"So … she didn't transform?"
"No, but she's close."
"That's good but, we need all the help we can get when it comes to the androids. One more super Saiyan wouldn't go a miss!" Goku announced.
The silence that followed was taken as an agreement as the trio set off into the skies to head back home, each ones head buzzing with different thoughts, though most of them centred along the lines of the volatile Saiyan girl who was rushing home.
The solemn mood of the travelling trio soon lifted as the green hills of Mount Paozu soon parted to reveal the picturesque little cottage, sitting nestled deep at the base of one particularly large hill was the place Goku and Gohan liked to call home.
The place hadn't changed one bit, Goku noted, smiling softly as he took in the smell of the surrounding nature as well as seeing the rings of black smoke floating upwards from the chimney. He turned on his back, leisurely floating through the air with both his hands clasped behind his head.
Man, it sure was good to be home.
"Oh boy. Is that mum? She sure doesn't look happy."
Moment over. "You did tell your mother where you were going, didn't you?"
Gohan blushed bright red, that was the answer. No, he didn't.
Goku flipped round again, so he was looking down at the ground whilst flying. Sure enough, there was Chichi, standing on the front lawn in a very intimidating pose - both arms crossed, brows furrowed and tapping her foot impatiently. A flutter of excitement went through the large Saiyans stomach upon seeing his wife again, he sure had missed her.
The youngest Son seemed to glumly accept his face as he made a sharp turn, coming into land gracefully upon the ground, his head lowered in respect for his mother who straight away launched into a tirade about behaviour, discipline and how her children were becoming 'delinquents'.
However, whatever rant Chichi was forcing upon her son soon died in her throat as she caught sight of her wayward husband landing on the front lawn, harbouring his trademark innocent grin.
"G-Goku?"
"Hey Chichi!" Goku grinned.
The next thing the goofy Saiyan knew, the svelte form of his wife had charged him and was clinging onto him tightly, sobbing into his alien clothes, all thoughts of disciplining their young son forgotten about. The Ox-Princess kept repeating the phrase, 'you're home, you're home' over and over again, into his chest. Goku curled his arm around his wife in an affectionate embrace, breathing in her scent of fresh laundry and cinnamon - the scent that reminded him of home.
As Chichi picked up upon the fact that there was another person in the area, minus her immediate family, she pulled away from her husbands embrace and whirled upon poor Piccolo.
"Y-you!" She seethed viciously, taking a few menacing steps toward the seven foot tall Namek who was a bit perturbed by her hostility and in response backed up a little.
"Hn." He grunted, staring down at the small woman and having no doubt in his mind how this women could keep one of the strongest men in the world contained - she was downright vicious, though he would never admit it!
By some miracle, she managed to produce a skillet from thin air. Piccolo raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. Far be it for him to say something when his other half was the creator for seven magical balls. When the seven balls were brought together, it allowed a dragon to be summoned who could grant you any two wishes - yeah, if he said anything he would be a hypocrite!
"You killed my husband … kidnapped my babies! Encouraged them to become delinquents, were the main driving force behind them gallivanting all over the universe… and you're here at my house why? Haven't you ruined my life enough? baaaaaaah! Goku make him go away!"
Piccolo sweat dropped at the scene. How could one woman go from being furiously angry, to inconsolable in under three seconds? He didn't know how Goku put up with his neurotic train wreck of a wife.
"Uhhh Momma." Gohan said gently, placing himself between his mother and mentor and placing his hands up in a universal sign of peace. "Have you seen Gonyhe?"
"Gonyhe?" Chichi blinked, then her eyes narrowed as if remembering someone. "Oh you bet I've seen her, that stubborn, disrespectful little ooohh! She came in through the door, slammed it so hard that it snapped in half then starting ranting about her father. I sent her up to her room, she's grounded for a month."
"Uhm, she's not up in her room, mom." Gohan said quietly, after extending his senses and finding his sister about ten miles away and by the senses of things, taking out her anger on the landscape.
"She's not?" Chichi growled. "Well, where is she?"
"About ten miles away." Gohan answered quickly, instantly regretting tattle-tailing on his sister in the first place.
"Oh okay then." Chichi smiled, turning on her heel and heading toward the house.
Father and son exchanged a confused look and went to follow after the matron of the household, however, no sooner had they taken two steps, than the aforementioned woman whirled round, glaring headedly at her boys.
"And just where do you think you're going?" She asked in a sickly sweet voice, fire burning in her chocolate orbs.
"Uh, into the house?" Goku said dumbly, ignoring his sons heated motions to quieten. Gohan knew his mother, that was meant to be a rhetorical question and those type of questions were best left unanswered for fear of a rather painful meeting with the frying pan.
"Oh no you're not. Gohan can come in, he has studies to finish. However, you are going to go out and retrieve our daughter and bring her home, but please talk to her first because if you don't, you will not be allowed back into this house until you do …"
"But Chi …"
"WELL … WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? MOVE IT GOKU!"
With a yelp Goku launched himself into the skies, flying away from his wife and toward his daughter who was still taking out her frustrations on an unfortunate part of nature.
"Uh Gonyhe? Don't you think you should recons- yeeeeeohhhhhhhhch! - ider? I mean I said I was sorry - oooooh, hot, hot, hot! - please Gonyhe come ho -ooouuchh!- me? We can be a -oh, that was a close one!- family again. I'm back I'm not going any- Gonyhe!- where, I'm here with you and momma and Gohan -Gonyhe, your fathers telling you to stop now! - and even Piccolo's staying to train. You like Piccolo riiiii -that was nearly my head!- Gonyhe, come on!" Goku cried.
As Goku was trying to make a plead to his daughter, aforementioned daughter had been distracted from taking out her frustrations on the land and decided that a moving target of flesh and blood was better for her aim - also, it didn't hurt that the moving target was in fact the real object of her frustrations in the first place.
As such, the large Saiyan had to rely on his instincts to spring out of the way as Gonyhe shot energy blasts at point blank range all through his speech. In all honesty, he was a little hacked off that he didn't get to properly deliver his speech, it had taken him around fifteen minutes to decide what to say and he didn't like that he didn't get to say it properly.
Admittedly, every time a blast connected with her father and singed him. Gonyhe felt a lot better, it was like therapy - Saiyan style.
By the time Gonyhe had stopped her barrage, the forest around them that was previously teaming with green plants, was now a smoking wasteland. There was barely any green plants in sight, those were replaced by burning fires and scorch marks. Goku looked around at him sadly, so much nature wasted.
"Gonyhe." He said in a disapproving tone. "I know I've annoyed you, but is it any reason to take it out on nature?"
"Annoyed me?" Gonyhe hissed, her voice dropping dangerously low. "Now isn't that the understatement of the year? As usual, everything else comes first before your family!"Goku blinked in confusion. "Sorry?"
"You're more worried about the state of the forest than me!"
"Gonyhe, that's not true."
"Isn't it?" Gonyhe screamed, launching a ray of energy that struck her father in the face and carried him back a few yards.
Goku crashed into the ground roughly, digging up a trench with his back. He coughed, rubbing his face with his arm to rid it of the scorch marks and to help his blurry eyesight recover.
Standing up, he dusted himself off. "What more can I say other than I'm sorry."
The tone of Gonyhe's voice changed dramatically, to almost a pleading. "You can promise not to leave again."
Once again, Goku blinked, only this time in surprise. He wasn't expecting that sudden change of attitude considering how stubborn his young daughter was - she had definitely inherited that trait from her mother.
Gonyhe bit her lip, looking up at her father through long lashes. Who could blame her for being angry with her father? He had, after all, practically abandoned them for the best part of two years to go off on some space adventure but Gonyhe was only seven years old and little girls like that idolized their father - no matter how much of an idiot they were.
Goku sighed heavily, opening his arms and giving the signal for his daughter to come to him. She did so, launching herself into his arms and clinging onto his shirt tightly.
"Gonyhe, I promise to be here as long as you need me." Goku smiled.
The little girl couldn't help but notice how her father had rephrased the promise she asked him of, but she didn't say anything of it, revelling in the happy, father-daughter moment. The large Saiyan squeezed his daughter once more in the embrace before releasing her, allowing her to float backwards where he was relieved to see she was harbouring that carefree grin that usually accompanied her.
"You've sure gotten strong." Goku said proudly, gesturing toward his cheek where the bruised imprint of a child's fist was plain for all to see.
Gonyhe smiled bashfully. "I had to, especially to keep up with Gohan, he's a … he's transformed … like you."
Goku nodded. "I felt it when he transformed back there. How did that happen?"
Gonyhe pursed her lips. "It's a long story."
The large Saiyan opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off when a noise, equivalent to a roar was heard - coming from his stomach. He smiled sheepishly, looking toward Gonyhe who was smiling and shaking her head.
"I'll tell you later." Gonyhe laughed.
"Good, now can we go back because one thing I've sure missed is your momma's cooking."
As if in agreement, Gonyhe's stomach also proclaimed its desire for food, prompting her father to chortle.
"Race you?" He suggested childishly, with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
"You're on." Gonyhe grinned, launching herself into the air and instantly kick-starting her kaioken transformation, leaving her father protesting in the dust for a few seconds until he too took off after his young daughter.
All that could be heard coming from the Son household later on that evening was the sound of cutlery scraping off dishes, as the resident Saiyans of the household devoured everything edible in sight.
The scene wasn't a pretty one to behold. Piccolo, who was sat at the table alongside the Son family, wrinkled his nose at the sight and even Chichi, who was more than used to it after living with her husband for several years even had a distasteful look upon her pretty features.
Apparently, whilst in space, Goku had lost the few table manners he had at one point possessed.
"Goku!" Chichi chastised half-heartedly, not finding it within herself to properly shout at her husband.
The large Saiyan looked up with a mouthful of noodles and managed a lop-sided grin which made Chichi melt and forget her previous anger. She sighed loudly, dabbing her mouth delicately with her napkin and setting her chopsticks aside, folding her arms across her lap with a serious expression.
Gohan and Gonyhe, who, by now were finished their dinner and had noticed their mothers' behaviour, exchanged a worried glance with each other. Even Piccolo cracked an eyelid open to look at the Son Matron, who was staring intently at her husband.
Her afore-mentioned husband had just finished his meal and let out a satisfying burp when he noticed his wife's intense staring. A layer of sweat began to form on his forehead at her probing gaze.
"Um. Yes Chichi?" Goku eventually squeaked, sliding down in his chair slightly.
"Goku, do you mind telling me what's going on?" Chichi asked sweetly, making Goku flinch slightly with her sugary tone.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm not stupid Goku!" Chichi snapped, her tone changing instantly to one of seriousness. "I know something is going on. Gohan and Gonyhe are walking on eggshells and keep looking at you and you, on the other hand, can't look me in the eye, a sure sign that you are hiding something. And can you please tell me why I have Piccolo at the dinner table?"
"Well you see …"
The scraping of chairs indicated that Piccolo, Gohan and Gonyhe had fled the room, leaving only Goku and Chichi. The spiky haired man stood up, backing up against the wall to place as much distance between himself and his neurotic wife as possible.
"When-I-landed-a-boy-from-the-future-came-and-told-me-that-in-three-years-there's-going-to-be-an-android-attack-the-androids-will-eventually-kill-the-fighters-and-take-over-the-earth-so-Gohan-and-Gonyhe-need-to-train-to-save-the-earth!" Goku said in one breath.
"What? Explain slowly." Chichi said simply, looking down to her lap.
Gulping, Goku began the tale that Trunks had told him only mere hours ago, leaving out the fact that their only daughter didn't exist in that timeline. He finished and his wife grew quiet. Goku had only just let out a sigh of relief, thinking the worst of it was over, when his wife stood up sharply and threw her chopsticks straight at him. If it wasn't for Goku's fast reflexes, he would have been shish-kebab. As it stood however, the two chopsticks were impaled in the wall at either side of his face, looking ever so menacing.
He turned to the right, gulping slightly as he clocked the simple eating utensil which suddenly seemed a lot more dangerous than it was mere moments ago - it would be a long time before he would be able to look at a chopstick the same way again.
"Chichi, come on. Let's be reasonable?"
Goku's wife began to advance on him.
"Reasonable? REASONABLE? You want to take my babies away from their studies, from their futures to help fight some pile of scrap metal that could kill them? You're encouraging them to fight? They could be killed! Killed Goku!" NO WAY! These are the prime study years for a child, if they miss out on studies now there's no guarantee they'll ever catch up! Plus Gonyhe's just getting to that impressionable age! How am I supposed to find her a proper suitor when all she values is fighting? She's a girl Goku! She can't handle getting punched about the skies! They're just babies Goku! No! NO! NO! NO! NOOOO!"
"Chichi please, think about it? If they don't help, there's no guarantee that there will even be a planet afterwards. They wont be able to get good jobs and Gonyhe wont find a husband. Is that what you want, to have your grandchildren growing up in that kind of world?"
The Son matron's argument died in her throat as she looked up at her husband through bleary eyes.
"After all this is over, they can go back to their studies and you can go back to tutoring Gonyhe on all she needs to know. Plus, they can still study, they wont be training all the time." Goku reasoned.
Chichi sighed tiredly, collapsing into a nearby chair and holding her head in her hands.
Goku warily stepped away from his place, imprisoned between the chopsticks and stood behind his wife, rubbing the tension from her drooping shoulders.
She chocked on a sob. "All I wanted was a normal family. Is that too much to ask? Every time you're out there, risking your life, risking our babies lives, all for a planet that doesn't even know you exist and yet, you put your life on the line every time. You're not even human and you still do it Goku, and now you want to include Gohan and Gonyhe? It's not a family business Goku! This has to be the last time. They're young, impressionable and eager to please, that's their problem."
Goku raised a brow in a confused manor. "Huh?"
The woman laughed softly. "Think about it Goku, they see how much you adore fighting, how much time you dedicate to it - It's like your third child and they see marital arts as a way to relate to you. They can fight Goku, but on a couple of conditions."
"Name them." Goku said eagerly.
"First of all: they still study, for at least three hours a day, the rest of the time they can train. Second: you have to spend some time with them, doing activities that isn't just martial arts and lastly: you have to learn to drive."
"WHAT?" Goku cried at the last term.
"What do you mean what Goku?" Chichi snapped. "I live out here, isolated and can only get places by Nimbus. You're a man, time to step up and get a driving license so it's easier to get in and out of the city."
"But Chichi, can't I just teleport you there instead. It'll be a lot quicker." Goku whined.
"Those are the terms Goku - take them or leave them."
"Fine. Oh, and is it ok if Piccolo stays? He's training with us and it would just be so much easier …"
"YOU WANT THE MONSTER WHO KIDNAPPED MY BABIES TO STAY UNDER THE SAME ROOF. WHY SON GOKU, I OUTTA - …"
Gohan, Gonyhe and Piccolo were in the clearing, around five-hundred metres from the small cottage, yet, they could hear the conversation as clear as day. Piccolo was in a meditative position, with both his arms and legs crossed, eyes closed and floating around two metres above the ground while Gohan and Gonyhe were perched upon a tree branch.
Piccolo cracked open one eye and looked toward the house with avid curiosity as the noise level noticeably increased. "It always intrigued me how one tiny woman could keep one of the strongest men in the universe contained. Now I know why, she's positively lethal!"
"Yup, that's my momma." Gohan laughed, also sitting staring at the cottage as if it were some sort of show.
All was quiet for a while as the trio eavesdropped on the conversation. Of course, it did help that the three had some sort of alien hearing and therefore were able to hear with ease. Therefore, it was no surprise that they had heard Son Goku's plead to his wife to allow Piccolo to take up residence in the house.
"but Chichi, if you let him stay, he can take driving lessons too. That's two people who can drive you places, huh?"
It was also no surprise that upon hearing this plea, Son Gonyhe fell off her perch, clutching her side and howling with laughter at the very thought of her eight foot tall Namekian mentor crammed behind the wheel of a small automobile.
She was rewarded with an energy blast to the derriere for her laughter.
Wisely, Gohan chose to snigger silently while the topic of conversation that was Piccolo, fumed wordlessly, unable to form coherent sentences out of anger, or embarrassment.
It was ten minutes later, when the back door to the cottage opened, illuminating the clearing they were situated in. Son Goku appeared at the door, sporting a rather large lump on his forehead but looking none the worse for wear.
"You can come in now guys, your mother and I have talked it all out." Goku called into the night, very aware that his children and former enemy would have overheard the full conversation.
Exchanging looks with each other in the darkness, the trio left their respective spots and headed toward the house, a little perturbed at what they might find awaiting them upon their return.
The next morning, breakfast in the Son household was a tense affair. Although the Son matron had agreed to allow her children to train, it was clear she still wasn't happy with the arrangements and still held some sort of grudge toward her husband - who was shooting nervous looks toward his wife from across the dinner table.
When breakfast was finished, Goku went over and kissed his wife on the cheek, who stiffened at the contact and whirled round upon her alien husband. "Remember Goku, back for lunch and then they study until dinner!"
"I know Chi, back soon. C'mon kids!"
Gohan and Gonyhe were quick to scamper out of the house, leaving their parents to the bicker that was sure to come. They could only hope that their parents fully made up soon as nobody could afford to get distracted during training. Especially when the fate of Planet Earth and all it's inhabitants were on the line.
The ball of fire was glowing a golden orange in the sky, its waves of heat raining down upon any unfortunate man who happened to be out in the open at one of the hottest points of the day. The sky was a clear blue, not marred by the fluffy white clouds which were known to occupy it.
Today was a scorcher, and while some families would take days like these off to participate in normal recreational activities, the same was not to be said for the Son family who were an anomaly within themselves. After all, how many households could say they housed two different species plus a mixture of both all under one roof?
Three quarters of the Son family were out participating in recreational activities - martial arts to be exact. However, this wasn't for fun, or because the father had a bit of spare time to teach his children some self defence.
This father was Son Goku and he was a Saiyan and once again his passion for fighting had landed him in a tough spot which threatened the planet. So, as a father, he was counting on his young children to help defend their home planet.
Also, those young children were actually giving him - an experienced and very powerful martial artist - a run for his money! As Goku was smacked by a right hook and sent tumbling toward the ground by his stubborn little daughter, he couldn't help but feel incredibly proud of his children's accomplishments.
Before he could crash however, he cart wheeled through the air, landing in a crouch on a rock formation before pushing himself back off the rock face and launching himself with newly fuelled momentum toward his daughter - who, was admittedly, too busy congratulating herself on actually managing to floor her father.
Goku curled his fingers in readiness and it was only just as Goku descended on his daughter that she actually realised the battle was not over. He clasped his hands around his daughters midsection while she shouted in protest, spun in mid-air and released the small girl so she was forced to go careering toward the ground.
By use of quick access of her ki Gonyhe managed to stop herself from ploughing straight into the ground, however, she didn't have enough time to stop the impact and inevitably landed roughly on the ground, spreading mini craters all around her.
With a grunt, she stared up at her father who was glaring back with equal ferocity, a battle hardened expression on his face. None the less, if one looked closely, betrayed in his eyes was the unmistakeable emotions of excitement - naturally - and of course pride.
She stood up properly then angled her body into a defensive stance, however, she purposely left a few vital open spots. The young girl barely concealed a smirk when she saw her fathers furrowed brow as his experienced fighting eyes easily sought out her open spots.
Gonyhe made a motion with her hand, a universal sign clearly indicating 'come on.' With a shrug, her father slipped into super speed, his form reappearing at certain intervals all over the skies until he eventually appeared straight in front of her.
As the young girl had expected, her father went straight for one of her unprotected areas - her appendix to be exact. Gonyhe's expression shifted from neutral to a winning smirk as her father punched out at her appendix. With speed far beyond what anybody would deem her capable of, Gonyhe's full stance shifted instantly, so both her hands were now protecting her appendix, and, as such she caught her fathers fist with both hands.
At his panicked expression, Gonyhe yanked her father's fist, pulling his entire body forward too and rammed her knee into his diaphragm, forcing the air out of his lungs and causing him to gasp like a fish out of water. She spun on her heel, gathering momentum until she eventually lashed out with a roundhouse kick, ultimately sending her fathers body over the rocky terrain at tremendous speeds.
Far from being finished, Gonyhe disappeared from the view of the naked eye, only to reappear directly above her father just as he was beginning to recover. She drove her foot deep into his midsection at this point. He buckled upwards over her foot before gravity took hold and caused him to drop like a stone, hitting the ground and digging into it deeply at speeds that had to be phenomenal.
Just for good measure, Gonyhe fired a few energy blasts down after him. Although she really didn't want to kill her father, it still felt good to get back at him for his recent abandonment of their dysfunctional family - though, she would never tell him that.
As a cloud of black smoke kicked up a smoke screen, and it didn't seem like her father was getting up any time soon. Gonyhe reclined in mid air and over dramatized a yawn, placing both her hands behind her head and crossing her legs.
If one looked up in the sky they would see one young boy battling against seemingly the impossible - two Piccolo's. Although the drawbacks of the technique meant that Piccolo's power was also split in half when he used the multi-form technique, it didn't make it any easier on Gohan. After all, the rules of the sparring match meant that there was no transformations allowed because the stronger your base form was: the stronger your transformed state would be.
What made it increasingly difficult was that Piccolo was a very formidable opponent on his own, never mind two of him. Although his power was split in half, his sharp logic and the ability to switch back and forth between four different styles of fighting helped him remain on par with his extremely powerful, young student. That, coupled with the fact that Gohan was used to fighting as a pair with his sister, and not fighting against a pair, made for a very interesting match.
As it stood, there was a Piccolo on either side of him, attempting to get hits in whilst Gohan defended as best as he could. It was becoming increasingly difficult though, as Piccolo continued to turn up the heat on poor Gohan, never once allowing him to go on the offensive.
The urge to transform was so strong right now in Gohan as he knew within himself, as did Piccolo, that as soon as he transformed, it would all be over. However, that wasn't what this exercise was about. It was about strengthening his base form.
Gohan allowed Piccolo to get closer to him on both sides. He shot out a burst of invisible ki forcing the two Piccolo's back for a few feet and as they both came at him again, he threw his arms out wide, shooting out a barrage of moderately powered energy blasts. Unprepared for the rather unorthodox move, both Piccolo's took the brunt of the attacks. The energy attacks singed certain parts of his skin, making him wince slightly.
The smell of burnt skin assaulted his sensitive Namekian senses, making him blanch slightly. The smell of one's skin burning was not one anybody wanted to experience.
While Piccolo was preoccupied with his burning skin, Gohan had taken the time to disappear from sight by the use of super speed, reappearing behind Piccolo to swing a roundhouse kick at his beloved sensei's head. Unprepared for the attack, Piccolo lurched forward, tumbling threw the air as Gohan came in for a finishing move - a double footed kick to the small of the back which caused the already plummeting Piccolo to fall toward the ground at an even higher speed.
The lingering question remained on every training Z-fighters mind all over Planet Earth, would their training really pay off to able them to defeat the android menace.
The time and date had been foretold, the clock was counting down - three years and counting.
A/N: Yes, I'm aware it has been a long time since I've updated, and I do apologize for that, family problems prevented me from getting the chapter up quicker. Just a quick note, I don't appreciate flames. The same old rule applies, if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all? Or at least actually grow a pair and don't sign in as an anonymous reviewer? XD!
Also, please remember this story is copyright to me! Gonyhe is mines, and ever plot on this that doesn't belong to Akira Torimaya belongs to me. I spent hard work on this story for readers to enjoy it, not for people to steal the story, posting it as a remake but only changing the name of Gonyhe into another character and keeping everything else the same, including the entire story! A remake is another, completely different story, using the main characters but a different plot line and isn't right when you don't ask the authors permission first!
Thankfully that little mishap has been sorted.
Again, sorry for the long periods between updates.
