Daughter Of A Hero

Three Years And Counting

Part 2.


Last time …

Nodding to their father, Gohan and Gonyhe, barely effected at all by the tremors leapt into action, catching the support beam as it fell halfway. They lowered it to the ground slowly so that it didn't kill anyone as it fell.

When the chaos had stopped, Chichi was the first to peek up from her husbands broad chest.

"What was that?" She demanded.


This time …

"Everybody outside … now!" Bulma demanded, ripping herself away from her new fiancée's chest with such ferocity that Yamcha actually stumbled backwards.

Nobody dared argue with the heiress, especially considering the tone she was using. Wisely, they all chose to scamper outside without another word on the matter.

Once outside, the damage on the left side of the building of Capsule Corp. was plain for all to see. Well, there was nothing to actually see, but one could count that as structural damage. Where the left side of Capsule Corp. building once stood, there was now a huge, gaping hole. If one could peer through the thick layers of smoke they would see straight through to the Capsule Corps. five floors, and multiple rooms. Electrical wires flared and sparked periodically and the structural beams of the compound were naked to the elements in some places, with others only half remaining and in some places there were none at all when previously there were plenty.

"That good for nothing, rotten, son-of-a-bitch, scum, monkey, damned Saiyan!"

All those present gasped loudly at Bulma's filthy mouth. In response, Bunny Briefs tut-tutted disapprovingly in her daughters direction, however, said daughter was still too busy calling a certain Saiyan Prince every name under the sun.

"I swear, if he dares show his ugly face on this planet again I'll castrate him-"

"Bulma? Maybe it's best to calm down a bit."

"-I'll make sure he never walks again after the state he left my house in I mean-,"

After the failed attempt at getting the billionaire heiress to calm down, those present just decided to let her get it out of her system. Chichi scowled in Bulma's direction, clamping one hand over each of her children's ears in attempts to stop them picking up any unsavoury words.

The mismatched group of Earthlings, Saiyans and Nameks stood awkwardly on the lawn of Capsule Corporation in a line whilst the blue haired heiress paced angrily in front of them, still spewing curses that would make even a space pirate blush crimson.

It would seem that gallivanting all over the universe with two energetic demi-saiyans and a temperamental saiyan prince had taught her some interesting new vocabulary.

If one were to look up into the sky, they would see a star in the upper atmosphere, growing fainter as time passed until it was nothing but a memory for all who had seen it.

However, even though the saiyan prince had left the planet, it still did not detract from the fact that half of Bulma's house had been blown up in his haste to flee. Normally it would take ten minutes for the ship to be activated, checks to be made and the count down to begin.

Vegeta had done it in under seven.

Through the red clouding her rationality, Bulma deduced that he had taken off so quickly that the ship, which also doubled up as Vegeta's gravity room, had not been given sufficient time to perform its rudimentary checks. The spaceship, which was actually only recently built because the previous one had been left on the planet Namek, relied on hydraulics for just about anything, especially balance. Vegeta had taken off so quickly that the hydraulics hadn't had time to balance the spaceship out properly, leading Vegeta to smash into the side of Capsule Corp. on his haste to get off the planet.

Luckily though, the neighbourhood that the compound was situated in, was so used to loud noises and the occasional explosion that they hadn't came out to investigate the disturbance, nor did they see the spaceship shaped hole in the side of the building.

"Um, Bulma? Maybe you should do something about the hole in your house?" Goku ventured.

"I'm working on that Goku!" Bulma snapped, stopping her tirade and whipping out her cell phone.

Still grumbling, she dialled a few buttons and held the phone up to her ear. Another few minutes passed while Bulma shouted her demands down the phone. After throwing her name around a few times and promising to give them extra cash, a deal had been struck. The builders would be here within half an hour, even though it was already past nine at night. Being the worlds richest heiress had its advantages and certainly made things more efficient.

An hour later and the builders were at the compound, already well on the way to repairing the building.


A few months had passed since Vegeta had left the planet, and there had been no word from him. It had been one year and a few months since Goku had returned from space. There was no word saying whether he would return to the planet to help fight the androids, or whether he would return at all.

Goku's mind drifted toward a teenage boy with floppy purple hair and in turn it lead him to think of a chubby baby with wisps of purple hair and a scowl that could only belong on the face of a Prince of Saiyans, but then again, would little Trunks even be born if Vegeta didn't return to the planet?

Bulma and Yamcha were planning their wedding for sometime in the months before the androids were due to appear. Goku's stomach was clenching with fear as the date drew ever nearer. Now images of a black haired child with Yamcha's features filled his head, it just wasn't the same.

Due to his rather upset demeanour, Goku had to tell Chichi about how the boy from the future was in fact Bulma and Vegeta's grown up child. Although the Son matron despised the moody saiyan with a passion, she would never wish for a child not to be born. So therefore was attempting to console her husband by saying that the saiyan would in fact return to the planet in time to conceive baby Trunks, although she doubted it herself.

Then again, Chichi guessed that there had in fact been something going on between Bulma and Vegeta before he fled the planet, although everybody else venomously swore that Vegeta was incapable of any human emotion. After all, why would Vegeta leave the planet on a whim only after hearing about Bulma's up and coming nuptials to another man. And, why would Bulma have spent the months of Vegeta's absence moping around Capsule Corp and literally chewing the face off of anybody who came within a ten foot radius of her. She missed the mysterious saiyan, it was plain for all to see.

Goku had yet to tell Chichi of their daughter not supposed to exist, he figured it might give her the push she needed to fall completely off the bandwagon and Kami knows, with the threat of the androids looming on the horizon, the last thing they needed was a physiologically unsound Chichi.

His way to deal with his troubled thoughts was to train his little daughter to her absolute limits. He figured that since she wasn't supposed to exist, he was going to make sure she was the strongest she could be just to prove she did exist. It was rather twisted logic nut in Goku's mind it worked.


"Come on Gonyhe! You can do better than that!" Goku roared at his daughter, backhanding her into an uncontrollable side-spin through the air. She crashed into the ground roughly, landing in a foetal position on her side.

In all honestly, the friction burns she received when she skidded along the ground was worse than being hit.

Groaning rather loudly, Gonyhe blinked and pushed herself up onto all fours, shaking her head to rid it off the dizziness. Almost instantly, she felt her fathers ki approaching at an alarming rate and threw herself into a sideward roll, narrowly avoiding a white energy ball.

"Daaaad!" Gonyhe whined upon realising how close that particular energy ball came to hitting her torso.

"Dad nothing, Gonyhe. The androids wont stop because you want them to." Goku retorted.

"Don't you think I know that?" Gonyhe snapped.

"Well why are you whining, we're training to save the world here!"

"Again, don't you think I know that? I've already been in this position once!" Gonyhe countered. "Just thought I'd tell you in case it slipped your mind!"

Around one hundred metres away, Piccolo and Gohan paused in their training to look at the father and daughter.

"It's … it's not the same Gonyhe!"

"Isn't it not? The only difference this time is we've got three years to prepare instead of one."

"No it's not! I might not be here this time to help if anybody gets into a situation."

"Yeah exactly, so why you coming down hard on me and not Gohan? He's your son too!"

"Because Gohan's a super saiyan!"

Gonyhe's eyes narrowed in realization. "That's what this is about. You don't like that I'm not a super saiyan!"

"I never said that!"

"You implied it!"

Goku sighed, raking a hand through his unruly, spiky hair. He wasn't good at things like this. "I'm sorry Gonyhe. Just whatever I can do to make you lot stronger you know?"

"NO! You keep trying to make me into Gohan, I'm not him and I wont ever be! For one, I'm a girl! Evolutions against me as it is! Not to mention that Momma doesn't even want me to be a fighter and the minute this battles over she's gonna lock me in a room with an ironing board and a pile of rags as big as Grandpa Ox. I'm getting pulled in two different directions because you want me to be one thing and Momma the complete opposite, what am I supposed to do?"

All those present blinked at the young girl as her rage continued to build. Unbeknownst to her however, there was a distinct golden tinge to the aura that had sprung up around her during her tirade.

Leave it to Gonyhe to loose control of her energy due to her temper.

However, as soon as she realised how angry she had gotten, she breathed deeply, extinguishing her aura.

Goku sighed in disappointment, he honestly thought that she would have transformed. She had been so close a number of times now that it was actually frustrating to watch the legendary transformation repeatedly slip out of her grasp. The plan was to rile her up as much as possible in hopes that it would cause the snap needed for the transformation. So far they had gotten about half way before Gonyhe managed to exert all her anger by shouting at the poor soul who had frustrated her in the first instance.

"I'm out of here." Gonyhe announced, taking off into the air suddenly.

Goku watched her go with a frown, no doubt she was away to take her anger out on some defenceless piece of nature. Piccolo and Gohan approached the large Saiyan, who had found a particularly interesting spot on the foliage on the ground and was trying to drill holes into it with his eyes.

"Perhaps it would be wise to consider a new approach." Piccolo offered, his eyes still glued to his students ever shrinking form in the sky.

"Perhaps." Goku agreed lowly.

"It's not gonna work." Gohan muttered with a frown. Nobody had thought to consult him on what he thought was the best possible approach. After all, Gonyhe was his twin, therefore it would stand to reason that he would know the most about her. "If Gonyhe doesn't want to do something, she wont do it."

"She doesn't want to become a super saiyan?" Goku asked, eyes wide.

Piccolo rolled his eyes dramatically, calling the dense man a particularly degrading name under his breath. "Of course not Goku. The last thing Gonyhe wants is to become a super saiyan.""

"She's only attempting to do it because it means so much to you." Gohan chimed in.

"Really?"

"Besides the point, have you contemplated the idea that maybe she can't become a super saiyan? Vegeta said nothing about there ever being a female super saiyan."

Goku blushed slightly, embarrassed at not having thought of something so blatantly obvious. So maybe that thing about evolution being against her actually did have some strength in its theory.


Although the Son family were still saying outwardly that Vegeta would indeed return to them, it was still an incredible surprise to feel his energy one afternoon when the full family was seated at the table for lunch.

It was when Chichi was serving the rice that four pairs of eyes instantly shot up to stare straight through the ceiling, all previous jovial conversations ceasing in that moment. Chichi, sensing the dramatic change in atmosphere, set the bowl down carefully, placing her hands on her hips as she stared down her family.

The four who were able to sense ki were each wearing different expressions. Goku's face was in danger of splitting with the size of his grin, Piccolo was as neutral as ever, Gonyhe was pouting and Gohan looked slightly worried.

Chichi rolled her eyes. She had learned that the only thing that seemed to distract a Saiyan from their food was something to do with fighting, other than that it was hopeless.

"So what is it this time?" Chichi asked, a soft smile tugging at her tired mouth at her playful husbands expression.

"Vegeta's back!" Goku cheered.

"Woo!" Gonyhe said, deadpan. She rolled her eyes at her mothers warning look.

"Where is he?" Chichi asked, following her husbands line of sight but finding herself only staring at the ceiling. She was really going to consider learning that useful technique.

"He's just broke the upper atmosphere." Piccolo answered. "He's going to land at Capsule Corp."

"He's gotten a lot stronger." Gohan pointed out nervously, fiddling with the obi on his gi.

"Aw we'll be fine. It's Vegeta I'm worried about. After all, he did destroy half of Bulma's house when he left Earth in the spaceship." Goku reassured his son gently. "But none of that, c'mon lets eat! Vegeta and Bulma can talk it all out, but Chichi's cooking smells delicious."

Chuckling softly at her husband who never seen to change, the Son matron continued to serve the meal.

None the less, even throughout the meal, Goku's mind was elsewhere. He hoped the two stubborn willed individuals would make up and get it together soon. Going by the information which Trunks gave him, the baby would have to be conceived within the next eight months.

However, it would seem that things were actually starting to change, as no more than two months to the day Vegeta returned to the planet, Bulma had phoned up Chichi in a hysteric state, declaring that the wedding to her childhood sweetheart was off.

Nobody knew the exact reason and while mostly everyone else that knew the couple were mourning in the news of their break up, Goku, Chichi and even Piccolo seemed to be the only ones on the face of the planet who were rejoicing in that fact and hoping beyond hope that a certain blue haired scientist and flame-haired prince would get it together, and quickly!


In the otherworld, the passage of time was an annoyance only on the mortal plane. Therefore, there was no such thing as being late for anything or meeting at a certain time, you just showed up. That way, you were free from the stress of trying to rush somewhere, heaven … quite literally.

Things had quietened down considerably since the earthling fighters had been revived by the eternal dragon and it was safe to say King Kai was loving the luxury of not having to worry about training the earthlings. Sure, he was the Lord of the Northern quadrant of the galaxy, but even Lords had to have some down time every once in a while …

Right?

CRAAAAASSSSSSSSHHH!

"Look what you did now, obviously you inherited your mothers lack of co-ordination!"

KAAAAAABOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

"Yeah, well he obviously inherited your common sense!"

Wrong.

After the earthlings had returned to Earth, King Kai had every intention of returning the trio of Saiyan's back to HFIL where they could serve out the rest of their sentence, far away from him and his much loved car.

Well, that was what he had thought.

Apparently, King Yemma considered himself a bit of a comedian. When King Kai teleported to the check in centre to enquire about when the Saiyan's would be returned to HFIL, he was met with a brief answer - they wouldn't be returning, ever.

King Kai could have cried.

Upon asking exactly why he was to be stuck with monkey-tailed muscle heads for the rest of eternity, King Yemma had actually smirked and quite haughtily informed the little blue Kai that the amount of paperwork needed to fill out when a dead soul was brought back to life was at least a mile long and because King Yemma had to fill out a handful of those mile long forms in the space of a few weeks, the Lord of the Otherworld was not very happy. Therefore, because the souls where in King Kai's quadrant and he had requested their presence to train them, King Kai's punishment was to be put in charge of the Saiyans for the foreseeable future.

That meant King Kai was not getting rid of the Saiyan's who had taken up residence on his planet. It was bad enough when Goku or even Gonyhe were on his planet training, the amount of destruction they caused was incredible. Now, three Saiyan's? It was almost too much too bear.

KAAABOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Wind from the explosion whipped King Kai's whiskers and antennae back, making him whimper slightly before throwing his hands up and marching to his car.

Maybe if he was lucky, he could dump them on some sucker's planet to destroy for a week or two.

West Kai's planet it was.


A/N: Finally, the next chapter is the android arc.

Ok, I'd just like everybody to know that after the Buu saga, I will be creating a new story about Gonyhe. It's about her origins and how she actually came to exist even though she isn't supposed to. It just didn't feel right to continue adding on Gonyhe's story onto this one as Daughter Of A Hero is all about Gonyhe growing up and the cannon events in dragon ball z, whereas the new one will cover a completely new story, including sagas that aren't in dragon ball, though some villains may make an appearance. That way, if there is anybody who doesn't want to read about Gonyhe, they don't have to.

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