I know it's kind of stale if I start every chapter with a note of me being surprised by the amount of attention this gets. But I am just taken by surprise every single time. Anyway, I'll try to stop doing that from now on.
I'm not sure if everyone got it from the last chapter, since I didn't explicitly state it.
Gohan did not call a press conference or intervened on a large scale because he believed it was going to blow over by itself.
At the end of the last chapter he changed his mind, and will no longer allow himself to stand idle.
Chapter 5
Resistance
Sharpner let himself fall down on his bed. He looked over at the TV.
"Seven lives, for seven years!" The TV man screamed. "Our God is merciful, but his patience is not bottomless! For seven years we have forsaken him. For seven years we have wronged him. And now, even though he, in his infinite kindness, has shown us mercy, and saved us from certain death once again, we still have not adhered his will."
"But what is his will?" Another asked. "We know nothing. There are hundreds of people claiming to know the will of the Golden God, but how do we know who is right?"
"He took seven people, on the seventh day after his arrival." The first replied. "That is not a coincidence. It is a sign, clear as day. We must change our ways. We must rid the entire city of the Satan Defilement. Take down all posters, statues, names, and everything else to do with them. Only then may we be spared of his wrath."
He turned it off. He didn't know what was true anymore.
One moment Gohan had seemed perfectly fine. The next he went and killed seven people.
Seven. It might seem so small compared to the last time he was involved in something. The death count of the Day of Revelation was nearly four and a half thousand.
But this was different. This time it was directly, by his own hands.
Just like that, gone.
A massive flash, ripping the warehouse and those around it apart like they were made of cardboard. And the remains of seven people, charred beyond the point of identification.
Such a cruel death.
And not a word why.
They knew it was Gohan. A golden trail led from the school nearly straight to the warehouse.
Sharpner did remember something about 'Kami'. Perhaps he simply took vengeance on someone who wronged his Godly self?
He sighed, and closed his eyes. If only Gohan would tell them what he wanted from them. Something. Anything.
This… nothingness was enough to drive someone mad.
His phone went off. He looked at it to see who it was.
His father. Again.
He refused the call.
His parents happened to be on a vacation, so he was home alone.
The news covered the attack on the abandoned warehouse, where the Golden God was sighted, and the building burned to the ground.
The remains of seven people were found. It wasn't hard to figure out what had happened here.
The news spread like wildfire. Sharpner had hardly reached home when his parents called him. Demanded he'd pack his stuff and leave the house.
It was the first time they called, actually. It was nice of them to show they cared, but no, Sharpner had refused to leave. He stated he was in contact with the Golden God himself, and it would be rude to just leave.
In the end, being a great distance away, there was nothing they could do to persuade him.
By now, he simply started refusing the calls. They were all the same anyway. Demanding he'd pack up and come to them. Preferably with a few choice items.
He looked outside. The sky was starting to darken. Another day had passed. A long and exhausting one.
Frankly, he was glad to have survived it. The guy next door couldn't say the same. He had hung himself in his own front yard just this afternoon.
But his fiancé had been in a jet over Satan City when Gohan revealed his power.
Two more victims.
And they weren't the only ones. Suicide rates had gone up drastically since last week. And Sharpner was willing to bet it had doubled again today.
He was brought out of his musing when he heard the doorbell.
He didn't remember anyone telling him they were coming. He didn't place any orders either. Not like anyone was still delivering anymore.
In fact, most services of any kind had shut down already.
How many people had already quit their jobs and fled the city? They had already been leaving by the thousands. Surely today would not make things better.
As if anywhere in the world was out of reach of the Golden God. He could fly faster than anything they had, or even anything they could track him with.
Slowly, he walked to the door and peered trough the little spy hole.
Yeah, they had a spy hole in their front door. Having been the friend of the world famous Videl Satan did bring a few dangers with it.
And now, with the Satans discredited, it could have become so much worse.
Yet it didn't. They were left in relative peace. Probably because they were known associates of Gohan, so people were a bit weary of them.
Well, people who knew about that anyway. More than a few didn't know that.
So he was a little careful of unexpected strangers.
It was Erasa.
Quickly, while wondering what brought her here all of a sudden, he unlocked the door and opened up.
"Hey." She smiled at him. She had a huge backpack, and two more suitcases in her hands. "I'm moving in with you, hope you don't mind?"
Sharpner closed the door behind Erasa, and locked it. The girl took a deep breath, almost tasting the fresh morning air.
She was wearing her usual outfit, her green tube top, and short blue jeans, with a brown handbag slung over her shoulder.
Sharpner had added a black jacket with short sleeves to his outfit.
She had slept reasonably well, considering what happened yesterday.
Sharpner had given her his parents bedroom, since they were gone anyway. He even prepared breakfast for both of them while she was taking a shower.
For someone who just had someone move in unannounced, he seemed awfully happy with the whole thing.
Then again, he was cooped up alone in the house up until now, so maybe that had something to do with it.
She told him what had happened. Her parents started packing, but Erasa didn't agree to come along. She flat out refused to leave. The Golden God had called to her, she said, and it would infuriate him if she just turned her back on him. Besides, where would they go? West City regularly saw those traces of light, which people now knew were made by powerful beings.
Gohan was the only one who had shown himself thus far, but Erasa highly doubted he was truly alone. The only thing running away would do was give an illusion of safety.
The neighbouring cites were not much better. At least here the criminals had fled a long time ago, but they had to go somewhere.
They had begged her to leave with them, but she remained. They made the argument that she should not stay here, in an empty house, by herself.
So she packed, and left to move in with Sharpner.
Of course, she knew he'd let her in without a second's thought. They were in this together, and they would stick together. And now, they only had each other.
So they cared for each other.
Orange Star High. Just last week it had been a busy place, with countless students going about.
Now it was run down. The windows still broken, no one had time to replace them yet. Probably no one was left to do it either.
And it was nearly deserted, only a handful of students remained. The amount of teachers left could be counted on one hand.
The only reason the place had not closed already was because Gohan might come back. After all, he returned after the Day of Revelation. It was likely he returned after the Day of Vengeance as well. And he would probably not take kindly if the place was closed.
No one wanted to be here. But someone had to be, or the everyone would face Gohan's wrath.
Just when things were starting to calm down, Gohan went and did that.
Walking the empty halls, Sharpner looked back at Erasa. He saw the same determination he felt within himself reflect in her eyes.
They would stay. Even if they were the only two left in this building, they would remain here, and wait for Gohan.
For the sake of the world, they would ask him, ask what he was doing, what he wants from the world.
Of course, since there were hardly any students left, and even fewer teachers, actual lessons were out of the question. The man, not even one of their teachers, just told them to just go do whatever, and put on a radio.
Besides Sharpner and Erasa, only Angela was still here. The three of them were the only ones left from this class. There were six more people from other classes, probably most of what was left of the entire school.
And five of them were girls.
It wasn't all that strange. Even before the Day of Revelation Gohan had been rather popular, since he came across as kind, and he was rather handsome.
And now people imagined him glowing like a fairy, being all pretty.
They had no idea what that truly was like. Angela, Erasa and Sharpner, they knew, they were right there yesterday, when Gohan abandoned his Human shape.
He was like an angel. Not the cute kind with pretty wings, but the walking embodiments of light, said to come in the end times to destroy the world, wielding terrible powers.
Sharpner had to do a little research on that one, actually. Who knew angels could be such frightening beings?
Who knew Gohan could be?
But no, there was no point in thinking about it. Though he looked frightening, and wielded incredible power, he was still Gohan. Kind, understanding and gentle.
Perhaps the best kind of person to wield such divine powers?
Sharpner looked outside for a bit. If Gohan was going to show up today, he would already have done it. He only wished he knew where the other was, or had a way of contacting him. Being forced to wait for him like this wasn't everything.
Then he was prodded by Erasa.
"Listen to the radio." She stated. Indeed, the teacher had turned it up.
It was an announcement.
King Furry was finally making a statement.
The king had refused to make one before. What had changed?
Stupid question. Gohan happened.
"People of the world." The king started. "I have remained silent on this matter for so long, as I believed it was not wise for me to speak out. Just like I never publicly spoke out against Hercule Satan. I have known for a long time he had not defeated Cell."
The news struck in like a bombshell. Just how many were in on the conspiracy against the Golden God?
"Yes, even though I had no proof, I have known." The king continued. "And if you remember, when I did speak out I was declared a fool, and many even questioned if I was fit to remain as king."
This gave the students pause. Sharpner had no idea, but Erasa nodded, remembering that to be accurate.
"Seven years ago, I was forced to keep my silence. As a result the majority of the world believed in Satan's lies.
And today, I will speak against the world again. The Golden God is no God. He is a man. Yes, a man worthy of praise and admiration, but he is no god to be worshipped. I do not deny his power. I do believe it was him, or at least someone of his circle, who truly defeated Cell. But, as no one has came forward, we do not know for sure."
Come to think of it, the defeat of Cell was commonly attributed to Gohan, even though they didn't really have proof.
And hold on, did the king just say, 'someone of his circle'? There are more of them?
Kami and the Golden God are separate entities?
Sharpner and Erasa crossed glances again, each reading the same fearful thought in the other's eyes.
The king had paused for a moment, to let that last part sink in for a bit.
"What I do deny is his claim of deity. Do not believe what the cultist would say. He is Son Gohan, son of Son Goku, to whom I owe my life. He was born in Orange Star West Hospital, seventeen years ago. He lives on Mt. Paozu, and recently has even begun school.
I do not know if he is Human, but I do know he is of this world, one of us.
Do not fall for the same deceit twice. Do not worship him as you worshipped Hercule Satan!" The voice was rapidly growing more passionate. "He is no god! He is a man, a teenager even!
Yes, we should respect him, and give him his dues, as we, the world, owe him our lives, more than once. And we owe him for seven years of neglect and verbal abuse! He, and all who had fought alongside him!
How many times have they saved us? Many years ago, I myself saw the return of King Piccolo. A young man and a little boy were all that stood between us and our doom. But it was enough.
How many times have we been saved before that day, or since? The Red Ribbon Army, against whom my own armies stood hopeless, had been wiped from the face of the earth.
King Piccolo, who had returned to take his vengeance, defeated by a young boy.
Piccolo Jr, when he entered the World Martial Arts Tournament to take revenge on Goku, he was defeated instead.
The two Saiyans, who laid waste to East City, were defeated by a means unknown.
Cell and his children.
And how many times more? How often have we been saved outside of public view? I do not dare imagine."
A dead silence hung in the room, and Sharpner would daresay on the entire world, as everyone was listening breathlessly.
And King Furry still wasn't done. "After seven years of being denounced lies and trickery, when lives were at stake once more, they answered the call, without hesitation, and without reproach.
We, the world, owe a dept that can never be repaid. But not to gods, but to our fellow Earthlings!
Do not believe these lies of worship. They have existed long before they have shown themselves to us. Gohan has existed for seventeen years. His power is real. If he had wanted to be praised, he would have walked into Satan Mansion a long time ago, and nothing could have stopped him.
He did not. He did not wish to be known. If an entire city had not been at stake, he would never have shown himself.
Yes, we must make amends, and show we are not as ungrateful as the last seven years have made us out to be.
But do not worship Son Gohan, or anyone else! They are not Kami! And our gratitude must reflect this!
For they have been our silent guardians!"
The voice stopped, and a few seconds the broadcast cut off as well.
The intense silence hung in the air.
Erasa was feeling slightly overwhelmed by this whole speech.
Sharpner took a deep breath. This was quite a lot to take in.
The king of the world had just denounced Gohan's status. And it made them feel angry. No mere anger for having ones believes insulted, but anger on behalf of Gohan.
To them it was no mere worship. They had been with Gohan. They had spoken to him. To them, it was personal.
So it was silent, as everyone had thoughts of their own.
Until Angela stood up. "That heretic!" She spat. "How dare he step on the honour of the Golden God? When the world finally realised its true saviour, that self-important… FURBAG thinks he can try and take it away?!"
"Maybe he's right." One of the other girls tried to reason.
"No!" Angela returned with a firm voice. "You don't understand! You weren't here. You think him glowing golden is cute or handsome? It's fucking terrifying!"
She slammed her fist on the table with her last sentence. "He has shown himself to us. He has saved us. From the Satans, and from ourselves. Giving him the worship he deserves is the least we can do!"
"I suppose." Sharpner agreed half-heartedly. Though he was angry, he had to admit, King Furry had made some valid points. "But what if that's isn't what he wants?"
"Then what does he want?" Angela asked him. She didn't sound angry anymore, just sad, and almost pleading.
"I don't know." He admitted. "That's why we're here, isn't it?" He then returned. "To find out what it is he wants from us? That's why we're waiting here for his return, isn't it?"
Angela's eyes lit up, and a smile took her face. "Yeah, you're right." She agreed, sounding a whole lot happier. "So, we can ask him directly."
"With that said, I think of he was going to show up, he would have done it already." Sharpner declared. "Let's call it a day."
"Yeah." Erasa agreed. "Let's."
"For they have been our silent guardians!"
The television stopped the broadcast, turning the screen into static.
Krillin leaned back, looking at his wife. She was as inexpressive as usual, but from the way she had her arms crossed in defence, Krillin knew something was bothering her. He had learned to read the little signs a long time ago.
"I have to say, I feel kind of warm after hearing that." He started.
"I bet." Eighteen replied.
"It was brave of him to come forward like that." Krillin continued. "Like he said, speaking against Hercule would turn the whole word against you. I can't imagine how much worse it would be to speak against Gohan."
"The Golden God, not Gohan." Eighteen corrected him. "It is not Gohan they worship, but their own image of him. But either way, this could go horribly south."
"For they have been our silent guardians!"
Yamcha turned the thing off. It was cut anyway. He shook his head. On one side, he felt kind of happy their group, and by extension himself, finally got the credit they deserved, even if they never asked for it.
On the other hand…
"For they have been our silent guardians!"
Tien walked out, leaving the radio for what it was. Though he wasn't called by name, he did know he was meant to be part of that group.
And the king remembered him, even though his efforts were in vain.
Well, maybe not totally, since he did buy enough time for Goku to get there.
Come to think of it, that might have been where that trend started.
He may not desire a reward for his actions, but finally getting acknowledged after all these years? It made him feel warm inside.
Yet, he also had a foreboding feeling of dread.
"For they have been our silent guardians!"
Goten practically jumped on his mother. "They were talking about Gohan!" He claimed with excitement. "And dad! They were talking about dad!"
"Yes, they were." Chichi felt every bit as happy as the kid was. Finally, her husbands name would no longer be dragged through the mud.
Finally, her son got the recognition he so much deserved, even if it wasn't for academics.
And hopefully, this would put an end to this whole Golden God business.
"For they have been our silent guardians!"
Bulma looked over at her husband, who looked back. He recognised that look, or at least, she hoped he would.
This wasn't good. Though it was most certainly a courageous move, King Furry just publicly denounced the Golden God.
And taken a stance against those who believed he was a God.
Depending on how devout the cultists would have become, this may spell civil war.
Of course, that was only the worst case scenario.
As for Vegeta himself, though he was initially amused to see those pathetic Humans learn their place, in the end, he just didn't care.
If he did, he would have intervened a long time ago.
"For they have been our silent guardians!"
"How about that?" An elderly man turned the TV off. "I thought he was that boy, but now I know for sure."
"Only now?" His granddaughter slightly made fun of him. "I recognised him the moment I saw him, especially after he was said to be Delivery Boy."
"Yes, so you've told me." The man sighed. Indeed, she had, over and over again. Then again, that girl had always liked strong men, and they don't come much stronger than the Golden God himself.
A God? He highly doubted that.
The girl, a seventeen year old with brown hair and appropriately lime green eyes, was already be the door, ready to leave.
"Where do you think you're going?" He asked her.
"To a cult meeting." She replied happily.
"For they have been our silent guardians!"
He turned his radio off. Silent guardians indeed. Even though he had publicly challenged them many times, no one ever retaliated.
It had made him bold. For a time, he had truly believed in his own lies.
Until the entire city shook under the power of Son Gohan, and his metaphorical world crashed around him.
He knew it the instant that shaking began. He recognised it as no mere earthquake. This was power, the same kind as the people from the Cell Games possessed.
So he packed his stuff, lost a good few minutes looking for everything, while sending every servant home.
By the time he took off in his personal jet, the shaking had already stopped, and that voice was no longer carried by the wind.
Even all the way from here he could see the bright golden light shooting into the sky.
He took his phone, and called Videl. Thank Kami she picked it up.
"Videl." He said the moment the phone stopped ringing. "Are you safe? Where are you?" He asked, hoping she was not anywhere near that golden light.
"I'm fine." His answer came. She even sounded a little annoyed.
He believed her. "Get out of the city, right now! Get out, and hurry! Don't let anyone follow you! Don't take anyone with you! Just throw away your phone and run!" He told her.
He wanted to follow, to tell her where to go, where to meet him.
But no, phones could be tapped. And as the most famous, and soon to be most infamous, man in the world, his phone would most definitely be.
He couldn't take that risk.
So, he had hung up, and thrown his phone out the window, to smash on the streets below.
Now he regretted not adding that part. It would have taken some time before the shock would wear off, and the hunt for them would begin in earnest. In that time, they could have met up already, and he could have taken her with him.
Could have.
He had hoped she'd show up here, but she didn't. There was no more sign of her. Her phone, wristband and copter had been found, abandoned, and she is said to have been spotted twice.
After that, nothing.
No news, good news. It meant she was someplace hidden away, out of public view.
If only he knew where.
He let his hand slide over his shaven head, a tick from when he still had his hair. Getting rid of his trademark afro had actually hurt more than he cared to admit.
King Furry still sat at his desk, in the exact same position as when the broadcast was cut. The cameras were being removed, the people were cleaning up and leaving.
He did not say a word.
It was only after the last one had left that he moved, and looked at the only remaining person in the room.
"That was quite inspiring." The stranger said, picking at a the grey strands of his beard. "And you added quite a bit as well."
"It is what I believe." King Furry replied. "Like I said, I have always known it was not Hercule who had defeated Cell. By the way, do you know who it really was?"
"It was Gohan." The man replied. "He was the one who rose to the challenge, though not without trouble."
"I see." The King nodded. "Then I suppose I must commend him for an award, even if it is seven years late."
"Don't bother, he doesn't want to be rewarded." The man replied. "I told you, he only wishes to live in peace." The man smiled slightly. "He is modest like that."
The man was downright massive, and unmistakable, even without his trademark axe and helmet with horns.
"Anyway." He continued. "Thank you for going along with me. I'm sure my grandson will appreciate it." He nodded once, then stood up and left the room.
"Gohan." The king mumbled. "I leave the world in your hands now."
The two were making their way back home on foot.
The streets were quiet, uncannily so. Not really a surprise, considering how many had moved away.
Of course, it was only quiet compared to the busy streets they had been before. There were still plenty of people walking, driving or flying.
"I can't believe the king would jump ship like that!" Erasa complained. She had her handbag slung over her shoulder.
"He does have a point." Sharpner replied. "Not the whole 'don't worship' thing, but about there being more to it than just Gohan. You think there are more of them?"
"Gohan wasn't alone at the Cell Games, so probably." She replied. They walked further down the street, both wondering what they were going to do for the rest of the day. It wasn't even afternoon yet.
"Well, well, look at that." The two heard a voice coming from their side. A large man in his early twenties stood in an alley, staring directly at Erasa, clearly undressing her with his eyes. And a few more people were standing by him, just now turning to see what the first was looking at.
She tugged Sharpner on the sleeve and started walking a little faster. Though he would have loved to tear the other guy's eyes out, he knew she'd rather walk away.
"Come on missy, let's go have some quality time." Another suggested as they started following. Six in total.
"You have got to be kidding me." Erasa grunted.
"Your boyfriend can join in too, we don't mind." The first stated.
"I do mind!" She snapped back, walking a little faster.
"Don't be like that." One called. "We're all gonna die soon, so let's have some fun."
She ignored them and kept walking.
On the street ahead were a trio of teenagers, guys, walking towards them, talking about some random topic. Delinquents, judging by the cigarettes and cans of beer.
"Oy." The of the men behind called to the teenagers. "You guys want good time?"
The teens looked up, wondering what the guy was talking about, they understood when they saw Erasa.
Hopefully these guys were of a better sort than the others.
"Sure, why not?" One spoke up.
Of course not, that would have been way too easy.
Sharpner quickened his pace, to get in front of Erasa, and clenched his fist. Behind him, Erasa reached into her bag.
Since there were only three in front and six behind, not to mention teens and adults, this was where Sharpner decided to pick his fight.
"Move!" He commanded, throwing what he hoped was a death glance at them.
"There's three of us and one of you." One teen pointed out, and walked up to his face with his arms spread out, a giant grin on the face. "Whatcha gonna do?"
Deciding that the best defence was a good offence, the blonde decked him straight in the giant grin. The teen fell backwards as stiff as a board.
"And now there's two." Sharpner walked over the boy towards the other two, who readied themselves for a fight.
He heard a squeal behind him. He turned, and saw Erasa being grabbed by the arm by one of their pursuers.
In the time he took to look behind, one of the two in front jumped him, and threw him to the ground.
"Hold him down!" One of the men commanded. "We'll let ya have a turn with er."
Sharpner wouldn't be so easy to hold down, as he had a black belt in Satan Style. Even though Mr. Satan turned out to be a massive fraud, he was still a half decent fighter, he did win the world championship fair and square after all.
And likewise, Sharpner may not know energy, but he did know how to fight.
He used his shoulders to push from the ground, and kick up, straight against the chin of one of the teens.
The other he got by the hand, and twisted his little pinkie, making him let go and yell in pain.
He heard Erasa's high yell over the others. He tried to get back on his feet, but unfortunately, the two teens got a little help.
One of the adults had joined them. And the first teen, the one he punched in the face, knocked down, but not out.
Black belt or no black belt, when you're on your back, attacked by four at once, your chances tend to be pretty slim.
He was barely able to keep his face from being mashed in by the onslaught of fists and feet.
Then the only adult reached to his back, and pulled out a small knife. This gave the three teens pause, and Sharpner wiggling room, which he gladly abused.
"Lay still, or I'll gut you!" The man threatened.
He got a foot in his privates for his trouble. Not quite the way as it was intended, as, instead of doubling over, letting go of the knife or basically anything that would remove the guy from the fight, he just grabbed his foot, and brought the pocket knife down.
Sharpner pulled on his foot, making the blade barely hit his thigh.
He heard another scream. Not Erasa. This one was filled with pain.
"HOLD THAT… AAARGH, MY EYES!" One screamed.
More voices and curses followed.
The four, and Sharpner, looked over.
One guy was down on the ground, three were running about, one of them into a wall, and the fifth clearly decided it wasn't worth it and bolted.
Erasa was walking towards the four holding Sharpner down, on her left hand brass knuckles, and in her right a small bottle.
"What the fu" The adult started, he let go of Sharpner's foot, and pointed his knife at Erasa. But she cut him off by spraying into his face from well over a meter away before he could finish talking.
The girl followed up with what was clearly a badly imitated left Satan Power Hook, Videl's signature move.
It did land though, and hard, thanks to the brass knuckles. The guy stumbled backwards and fell on the pavement.
Erasa looked at the three remaining teens. She was breathing hard. "You want 'pant' a piece 'pant' of this? 'pant' Come and 'pant' get it!" She dared them between her rapid breaths.
"That bitch is crazy!" One yelled and decided he didn't want anything to do with this anymore.
The other two lost their courage as well, and let go of Sharpner to follow.
The blonde got up within the second, and glanced around, but there was no one left to fight.
"You 'pant' ok?" Erasa breathed.
"Yeah." He stretched out his side. He got a nasty kick in there, and it was making itself known. "You?"
She nodded, and leaned towards him, her knees suddenly giving out. He caught her against his chest. She looked up at him and grinned. He recognised that grin. It was the same exhausted yet exited grin Videl used to have after a hard match.
"I'm ok." She told him, her rapid breath turning it into a whisper.
He let her lean against him for a few seconds, so she could regain her breath and her control over her legs.
"Wow." Sharpner commented. "I didn't know you could fight like that."
"Neither did I." She returned, pushing herself upright again.
He looked a little hesitant for a moment. "I'd like to take this time to apologise on behalf of all the decent people in the male half of humanity." He started, half joking, but he was just hiding himself behind it. "We're not all like that." He then added earnestly.
"I know that." She replied lightly.
The two started walking, mostly to get away from that place.
"By the way, what was that?" He decided to ask.
"Pepper spray." She replied, grinning, still a little high on her adrenaline. "I bought it the day people ruined my locker. And this one too." She referred to her brass knuckles. "By the way, are you ok?" She pointed to his leg.
Indeed, a small trickle of blood was making it's way down his pants.
"It's fine, it's just a scratch." He shrugged.
"Sharpner!" She called, probably thinking he was being tough or something.
"It is! He just graced me, that's all." He tried to put her at ease.
"Fine." She sighed. "Let's go home, I need to lay down for a bit."
Sharpner silently agreed. Yeah, she had earned her rest.
Come on, she just single-handedly fought off five people at once.
Who saw that coming?
End of Chapter
Who did that see coming?
At first I was a little hesitant to let this chapter go next, since it had yet another scene like that in it.
On the plus side, it is probably going to be the last one.
Probably.
No promises.
And as you may have noticed, this isn't as much a 'Gohan is revealed as the true defeater of Cell' fic as it is a worldwide reaction to Gohan's power. After all, this story started with the idea of what would happen if a Super Saiyan appeared in the real world.
Which reminds me, I have yet to hear anything about that nuclear war I mentioned.
I mean seriously, that was my first scenario. I figured someone would get twitchy, and decide to throw in the nukes, and then everyone would do it.
But that story would be over really quickly.
And besides, there no mention of nukes in Dragon Ball, so I'm not going to use them.
Probably.
EDIT:
Oh dear, I completely forgot to thank MrChuckMan to all of his help by beta-reading and giving me a few ideas.
He had to beat me over the head before I realised it.