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Previously on A Half-breed's Life 3:
"We know what's best, half-breed!" Nappa clapped him on the back cheerfully.
Gohan made a face. "Could you stop calling me that?"
"Oh come on, you've never had any problems with the nickname."
"Yes I did." Gohan complained. "I hate it. Why can't you call me by my real name?"
"If it really bothers you that much then why don't you fight for it?" Nappa suggested.
"Fight for it?" Gohan grabbed the cloth again and squeezed the water out of it. He figured he might as well continue his work while they conversed.
"Yeah. Challenge one of us. If you win, they have to call you by your real name. If they win, you have to do something for them. It's common for young saiyans to challenge their elders for something they want."
Gohan raised both his eyebrows. "I didn't know I could do that."
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The full-blooded warrior studied the half-saiyan for a moment before turning to the young warrior fully. The man's tail lashed behind him and followed a similar pattern to Gohan's tail.
Gohan's tail gave a brief push upwards. Turles laughed in response, shaking his head afterwards. "Get lost, kid." He said, waving the young warrior away.
Gohan repeated the movement, the tip of his tail pointing upwards to the ceiling. Turles's smile disappeared from his face. "Maybe I should call Vegeta and let him help me show you what happens to children who make too dominant tail gestures for their own good."
"Can't handle me on your own?" Gohan responded, smirking at the man.
Turles eyed Gohan's tail. "Half-breed…"
"I want you to stop calling me that." Gohan interrupted. "I challenge you for my name. If I win, you will call me by my real name."
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"How long is this trip going to be? The truth." Gohan responded as he stepped closer. Raditz seemed uncomfortable as he looked at Vegeta.
Vegeta held Gohan's gaze for a moment. "Six months." He answered.
"Six months?" Gohan snarled. "What? How could you? Why? Did you…" The half-saiyan was at a loss for words.
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Gohan blew out a sigh. "Vegeta. I'm not going to try to overthrow you. Not for a while at least." He responded in a tired voice. "I'm not ready to lead this squad yet, I know that now."
Vegeta crossed his arms over each other. "However, you never really subjected to my authority either. As long as you don't give in to my power I will continue to assume you're opting for the leader position."
"But I did subject to your leadership!" Gohan snarled as he jumped up.
"No you didn't!"
"Yes I did!" Gohan snarled as he stepped closer. "Don't you get it, Vegeta? You won!" The half-saiyan stopped right in front of the cage and he spread his arms. "You won the moment you guys rescued me from the dungeon. You took me in because you wanted a perfect little soldier to help you defeat Frieza and here I am; a super saiyan on the run from the strongest warrior alive. Where am I going to go without you guys? I have to fight him now because he'll kill me otherwise. And I can't face him without you. I'm officially stuck and you guys are stuck here with me."
Chapter 6. Saiyan Antics
"Get out!"
Gohan stopped swimming when he heard Vegeta's snarl. The half-saiyan turned upright in the water and moved his arms and legs to keep his head above the water.
"Aww, but Vegeta, I want to swim." Nappa complained as he stepped closer and studied the water. Wearing only his spandex shorts, the man looked about ready to jump in the water.
"No." Vegeta shook his head, sending Nappa a stern glance. "Half-breed's training." The half-saiyan decided to swim to the edge of the pool.
"So?" Nappa asked. "He doesn't need the whole pool."
"The moment the brat and someone else are in the same pool the training is out the door." Vegeta responded as he stepped closer to the tall saiyan warrior. "Get lost."
Gohan reached the edge and placed his arms on the white floor so he could lean on them while Nappa complained to Vegeta: "I won't play." Nappa tried. "I won't even go near him."
"It's not you I'm worried about." Vegeta growled before turning to the half-saiyan. "Half-breed, start swimming before I drown you."
The young warrior sent Vegeta an innocent smile. The man was still halfway across the room so the boy wasn't in a hurry to follow Vegeta's order. "Let him swim with me. I'll be good." Gohan suggested.
"I've known you longer than today." The Saiyan prince was heading for the half-saiyan but Gohan still didn't move. "Obedience is not of your strongest trades."
"I wouldn't dare to defy you." Gohan's eyes twinkled as he watched Vegeta approach. The half-saiyan pulled his arms off the edge of the pool and instead chose to hold onto it with his hands. He needed to be able to push off if needed.
"Hmm…" Vegeta stopped in front of him half-saiyan, looking down at him. "Get back to your training, brat." He ordered.
"I don't understand why Nappa can't join me." Gohan responded as he looked up. "We could do a race or something. It would only aid in my training. Auch!" Before Gohan could react Vegeta stepped on his fingers. The half-saiyan tried to pull his hand free but his fingers were stuck between the white floor and Vegeta's equally white boot. "Okay! Okay! I get it!" He said hurriedly.
Vegeta stepped back and the half-saiyan quickly swam back a bit to create distance between them. "Crush my fingers, why don't you?" The young warrior complained.
"Get back to your training before I crush your spine too." Vegeta responded, glaring at the young warrior.
Gohan made a rude face at the saiyan prince before he started swimming laps again. Vegeta watched him a moment, slowly shaking his head in disapproval before realizing that Nappa was still in the room and eying the pool with a sad expression. The saiyan prince turned to the older warrior. "The same goes for you. Get out of here."
"Alright." Nappa motioned for Vegeta to calm down by putting his hands up. The man quickly turned and left the room.
Vegeta made a disapproving sound with his tongue. "It's so difficult to find obedient subordinates these days." He complained before turning back to watch over the youngest saiyan warrior.
A few hours later, Vegeta allowed the half-saiyan to get out of the pool. He demanded it as he wanted to use the pool himself. Gohan swam to the edge of the pool and leaned on it with his lower arms while staying in the water.
"Hey Vegeta." Gohan called. The saiyan prince was sitting on a bench near him in order to take off his boots.
"What now?"
Gohan studied the saiyan prince while he leaned on the edge of the pool with his arms. He remembered being put off by Vegeta's rude behaviour when he first joined the saiyans several years ago. The man would only snarl at the young warrior whenever Gohan asked something. After all these years Vegeta hadn't changed a bit. The man would still snarl whenever the young warrior approached him but Gohan couldn't be bothered by it anymore. It was just how Vegeta was.
"Do you remember the girl we met back on that trading planet? It's where we traded the booty for credits." Gohan explained as he watched Vegeta take off his boots.
"Is this memory game going anywhere?" Vegeta got up and started to take off his armour.
"That girl we met there. She was from Katy's planet." Gohan continued. He still remembered her short pink hair and her rosy eyes.
"We're not going to planet Biona." Vegeta was already wearing his spandex pants under the armour and now headed to the pool.
"But how do you know…"
"I've known you longer than today, half-breed, it is quite a predictable move on your part." Vegeta sat down near the half-saiyan and let his legs test out the temperature of the water. "However, I am surprised you expect me to agree with your wish."
"Well I just…" Gohan shrugged as he lowered his gaze to the white floor. "I hoped you would…"
"What? Jump at the chance to make your wishes come true?" Vegeta laughed before looking down at the half-saiyan again. "I think the water on planet earth poisoned your brain. You're becoming dim-witted."
Gohan scoffed before pulling himself up and crawled on the white floor. The young warrior was about to get up fully when something furry curled around his arm. Gohan glanced sideways and noticed Vegeta's tail was locked around his arm, telling the young warrior to stay put.
"There is one more reason why I knew you were going to ask about Katy's planet." Vegeta stated without looking at the young warrior. Gohan lowered his body and knelt down next to the older warrior so he could talk to the man easier. "Have you focused on putting up those walls recently?"
Gohan thought about this for a moment. He frowned when a headache suddenly shot through his head. The young warrior placed a hand on his head and opened and closed his eyes to find out whether it was because of the light. The headache multiplied suddenly and Gohan sank through his knees. The tail tightened around his arm to hold him up and Gohan realized what was happening.
"Stop it Vegeta!" He snarled, closing his eyes again. The headache disappeared instantly.
"Well that answered my question." Vegeta responded as he released the half-saiyan. Gohan sat down entirely and let out a sigh. "That's probably why that Namekian could mess with you so easily. And here I was assuming you were strong enough to actually throw off a mental attack."
"You caught me off guard." Gohan responded, frowning.
"That doesn't matter. You should have been ready to throw me out." Vegeta said as he glared at the young warrior. "But you weren't. We're going to work on that. We'll do daily meditation sessions starting tonight."
"But Vegeta…" Gohan made a face. "I hate meditating. It's boring."
"Don't worry." Vegeta showed a smirk as he studied the young warrior in front of him. "You won't be bored. I'll make sure of that." The man enjoyed the confused and somewhat apprehensive expression on Gohan's face for a few seconds before waving the young warrior away. "Now get out. I need to train."
Gohan made a face as he got up and headed for the bench where a towel was waiting for him. The young warrior grabbed the towel and wrapped it around his shoulders. He turned to watch Vegeta swim around in the pool. What was the man planning for him now? He wasn't even sure if he wanted to find out…
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Planet Earth
"Oh man, this is scary." Justin muttered as his bright green eyes studied the scenery in front of him.
"Oh yes." Goku crossed his arms over each other. "But all we have to do is be quiet. Don't make any sudden movements. And especially, do not say a thing."
"What do you think about this one?" Bulma held out a black dress and held it in front of her own body. "I figured I could use an extra little black dress."
"Don't already have like twenty different black dresses?" Katy tilted her head sideways as she studied the black dress.
"You can never have too many dresses." Bulma said as she folded the black dress and placed it on the pile.
Katy smiled as she picked up a dark blue shirt. "I bought this for Gohan. Do you think he'll like it?"
"I'll think he'll appreciate the lingerie-set you bought more than that shirt." Bulma grinned at the young female warrior. "If only you could sent a picture to show him what he's missing."
"He'll be back soon." Katy's gazed move to the beautiful pink box that contained the lingerie she bought. The young woman chewed on her lip as she thought about her boyfriend. Images of his dark hair, his brown eyes… Every inch of his flesh…
Katy closed her eyes and willed the images away. This was not getting her anywhere. It was only filling her with longing for something she couldn't get.
"Oh Justin!" Bulma looked up to the two men who were standing a wise distance away from them. "Come over here. I bought this for you. You'll look so good." She held up a black tank top. "Come here. Try it on."
"Oh…" Justin hesitantly stepped closer. "It's looks great but I'm not sure if I can try it on right now."
"Don't be an idiot. Here. Try it on." Bulma held it out to him.
"I…"
"Now please." Bulma interrupted before fixing Justin with a strict glare.
Justin accepted the black tank top. "Yes madam." He stated before he walked to the hallway to change into the shirt. "It's no wonder she and Vegeta are a great match…" He muttered as he pulled off his baggy blue shirt and exchanged it with his black tank top. The young warrior pulled his long braided hair free from the black top and briefly glanced at his green locks. He was considered cutting it all off but he wanted to discuss it with Gohan first. The half-saiyan would be honest on whether it would suit him or not.
Once he returned, Bulma smiled appreciatively. "You look amazing in that top. I'd say keep it on." She winked at the young warrior and Justin blushed lightly.
The young alien moved his gaze away from Bulma only to catch Katy's eye. The young female warrior sent him a teasing grin before turning back to her clothing. Justin blew out a sigh. He couldn't wait for the other men to return so they could take some of the heat off of him. Bulma could take all her anger out on Vegeta and Katy would be preoccupied with Gohan. And Justin could focus on the people he wanted to focus on. Justin lowered his gaze to the ground and smiled as he thought about his plans for that day.
"Goku. I bought this for you." Chi-chi held up a spandex black top. "The other saiyans enjoy wearing these things and though I know you're more of a gi kind of guy, you might want to try it. See how you like it."
"Thank you, Chi-chi." Goku said, knowing that at times like these he had to be polite. The Saiyan warrior stepped closer and accepted the top. "So… You bought all these clothes at the mall today?"
"Yup." Bulma looked up. "Want to come along next time? You can at least be a gentleman and help carry the bags. Now that all the other men are out beasting around we could use some guys who know how to treat their ladies."
"Gohan's not beasting around." Katy muttered as she folded her new violet tank top.
"Well he's not here keeping his girlfriend company is he? He chose to go out with his friends." Bulma responded, somewhat coldly. He could see how much Katy missed him and she suddenly realized, too late, that this wasn't helping either. "Katy… I mean…"
"He didn't get to choose anything, you know?" Katy snarled in response. "Vegeta didn't really give him an option. He knew that. It's why he decided to go on his own accord. He would rather choose to do something he doesn't like than being forced into it. He's had enough experience with the latter."
"I know. I'm sorry." Bulma blew out a sigh. "I don't know what's wrong with me lately. I keep getting these anger explosions. I just suddenly feel very angry and then without warning I'm as happy as they can get and not even a minute later I'm sad again." Bulma lowered the dress she was holding. "Maybe I'm going crazy."
"I don't think you're going crazy." Chi-chi responded, a peculiar smile around her lips.
Bulma rounded on her. "You know what's going on? Don't tell me I caught some sort of sickness? I can't do sickness. I might die from even the slightest flue!"
"Hello?"
The others all turned their heads when Videl entered the room. Her dark eyes lit up when she noticed Justin but she didn't acknowledge him yet. "Hey everyone. I was let in by your father, Bulma, I hope that's okay."
"Sure." Bulma responded, shrugging. "It's their house to. What'cha doing here?"
"I came to pick up Justin." Videl smiled at the alien boy. "We were going to take a walk, right?"
"Right." Justin couldn't help but return the smile. He looked over at the others and he could already gauge the look on Katy's face. Oh, she was not going to let him live this one down. "I'll be going now. Bye!" He quickly turned to Videl and followed her out.
"Bye! Have fun!" Bulma called after them.
"But not too much fun!" Katy added, snickering when Justin sent them an annoyed glance over his shoulder. "Oh man. Gohan's going to love hearing about this."
"So what were you saying about me being sick?" Bulma said, turning to Chi-chi. She folded the last of her shirts and turned to Chi-chi, leaning on the table with her hand.
"How long has it been since the saiyans left?" Chi-chi asked while keeping her eyes on her newly acquired clothing. "A couple of months?" Katy and Bulma nodded in response. "And you've been getting morning sickness, throwing up, eating food you normally wouldn't eat and you have mood swings?"
Chi-chi turned to the others and chuckled when she received two very confused glances. "Let me give you a hint. I had the exact same symptoms about eighteen years ago… And then nine years later I had it again."
Katy widened her eyes slightly as she grasped the direness of the situation. "Oh…" She turned to look at Bulma. "You're not…. Are you?"
"What?" Bulma felt somewhat uncomfortable by the shocked glances she was receiving from the two other women. "I have no idea…." A cold feeling settled in her stomach. "Oh... No…." She shook her head. "I couldn't be… Besides… I haven't been with anybody since…. And we were safe! I mean…" Bulma shook her head as a cold trickle ran down her spine. "Oh Kami…"
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"Vegeta? You here?" Gohan asked as he entered the room and looked around. He'd been walking around searching for his older comrades for about an hour now. The man was obviously hiding his powerlevel and Vegeta deflected any of Gohan's attempts to contact him through their mental bond. However, sadly for Vegeta, Gohan knew exactly where to find his comrade.
"Ah. There you are!" Gohan said once he noticed his older comrade curled up in his bed.
"Leave."
Gohan ignored Vegeta's snarl and approached the older warrior. "You told me to meet you after doing my chores." He stated while heading closer to the man. "So here I am."
"I changed my mind. Get out." Vegeta was lying in his bed, his arm draped over his eyes to shut out the world. The room was dark, all the lights turned off and the only light that occasionally slipped into the room was from a star passing nearby.
The full-blooded saiyan glared at the young warrior when Gohan fell down on his bed. The man briefly considered kicking the half-saiyan off but he knew this wasn't going to make Gohan go away.
"You're not kicking me out, are you?" Gohan said, making a sad face at the saiyan prince. Vegeta glared back at the young warrior and they kept this contest going for a few seconds until Vegeta was distracted by a massive yawn that he couldn't stifle. "What's happening?" Gohan asked as he shifted on the bed. "Why are you in bed?"
Vegeta was one of those people who continued to be active throughout the day. Going from training to doing chores to supervising his comrades' training to preparing dinner to hanging out with the others, Vegeta tended to be the first one up and the last one to go to bed after a long day. The man considered resting in general to be a waste of time so when Vegeta decided to curl up in bed, they knew something must be wrong.
"I just felt queasy." Vegeta said meekly.
"You felt queasy?" Gohan repeated, raising an eyebrow. "That's not a word I'd ever expect to hear you say."
Vegeta sat up and glared at the young warrior. "I thought you hated meditating?" He responded.
"I do."
"So why are you here, prompting me to meditate with you?"
Gohan shrugged. "You were planning on it so there's no getting out of it for me. Might as well get it over with, right?"
"Finally you're starting to understand your place in this squad." Vegeta said sweetly, smirking at the young warrior. "Well then. Let's go." He threw his legs over the edge of the bed and got up fully.
Gohan pushed off from the bed and followed the older warrior. "Are you sure you're alright? "
"Yes. I was a bit nauseous suddenly so I decided to lie down. I'm better now. You must have some sort of healing power. Or it might be the prospect of your upcoming suffering that is making me feel better."
"My upcoming suffering?" Gohan repeated as he raised an eyebrow at the smaller man. "We're going to meditate. What can be so bad about that?"
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Ten years ago
Whoosh.
Gohan arched his back when the whip lashed against his flesh. The young warrior's face contorted and he lowered his gaze to the table he was leaning on. Sweat dripped down his face and his breath came in short rasps.
A hand appeared in his vision; the fingers curled under his chin and pushed his face up. Hitora grinned at the young warrior. "You look awfully tired, kiddo. Did we hit the magic number just now?"
Crimon lowered the whip he was holding. "Aw, don't tell me he's giving up. I can keep this up for hours." The man's lilac hands moved up the whip again. "Besides, I long for a nice and satisfying scream." He added cheerfully.
"Forget it." Gohan groaned in response.
Hitora studied the young warrior in front of him with admiration. Only nine years old and so strong, not only in body but also in mind and willpower. They spent the last five years trying to break him only to fail miserably. They seemed to only make him stronger and stronger.
The whip lashed against Gohan's back again. Bloods spattered everywhere as the skin on Gohan's back tore open. The young warrior let out a soft whimper as he pushed his fingers against the metal table so harshly that dents started to form on the smooth surface. Hitora's dark eyes lowered to the table and he raised an eyebrow.
"Where is your big mouth now, huh?" Crimon said from behind the half-saiyan. "I haven't heard you say anything witty in the last ten minutes. Maybe we should do this every day. I would certainly love to."
Gohan lowered his gaze down to the table. The pain in his back was unbearable but nothing he never felt before. They'd whipped him so often by now… He just needed to be silent.
The door opened and headmaster headed inside. The man closed the door behind him before looking over at the young warrior. Headmaster studied the scenery in front of him before looking over at Crimon. "You're still going at it? How many have you done?"
Crimon stood straight. "Were we supposed to keep track?" He asked. Hitora made a face at Crimon in response.
"Guys." Headmaster complained. "Come on. Be professional for once." The man shook his head as he stepped closer to the half-saiyan. "We need to keep him alive."
"He's not going to die from a few puny lashes." Crimon was standing behind the half-saiyan in a flash and reached out to grab a chunk of the young warrior's hair. He roughly pulled the young warrior upwards. "Look. Tip top shape."
Gohan let out an involuntary grown as he was forced to stand up. The pain in his back was multiplied by this sudden movement. Headmaster slowly shook his head. "I see." He muttered as he looked Gohan up and down. The half-saiyan looked far from okay. "You're done. Patch him back up."
"Meh. Spoil sport." Crimon complained as he released the half-saiyan. Hitora told the half-saiyan to place his hands on the table to steady his body as they treated the wounds on his back. Crimon opened the bottle with cleaning alcohol and considered the half-saiyan for a second. Hitora was holding a sterilized cloth and held out his hand to take over the cleaning alcohol when Crimon suddenly reached out and without warning poured the contents of the bottle over Gohan's wounded back.
The half-saiyan let out a scream of pain and scrambled up the table to get away from the agony. The young warrior whirled around and clenched his fists as he watched Hitora and Crimon high-five and congratulate each other on a gained scream. His back was still burning so painfully that he wanted to break down and cry but he refused to show them weakness. The half-saiyan jumped off the table and ran to the doorway, grabbing hold of the doorknob and twisting it. However, nothing happened and the half-saiyan savagely pulled and pushed on the door, realizing it was locked.
"Honestly, Gohan, I've known you longer than today." Headmaster said as he studied the half-saiyan's damaged back. "Of course I locked the door. Now come back here."
Gohan turned around to face the three warriors. "Let me go. You've had your fun."
Crimon laughed cheerfully. "Don't think it's over just yet. After your numerous escape attempts we decided that it is time to really show you how bad an idea it is to disobey us. We're just getting started."
The half-saiyan looked around in the windowless room. This room was the room that appeared in many of his nightmares. The sound-proofed room that the specialists took the half-saiyan to in order to punish and torture him. Nobody would hear his screams in here. Nobody ever did.
When Crimon and Hitora took him here earlier today they had to force him inside. He was not going in that easily. However, they were still stronger than he was and that showed when they forcefully shoved him inside and locked the door behind them.
"For now, we need to treat your wounds." Headmaster said in a stern voice. "I'll do it. Crimon, Hitora, stand down."
The two specialists made annoyed faces but they placed the cleaning alcohol and the cloths on the table and took a few paces back. Headmaster took a seat on a chair and grabbed the cloth. "Come on, Gohan. I won't hurt you more than the necessary pain you'll experience due to the cleaning of the wounds."
Gohan hesitated as he looked at the headmaster. He didn't trust these men any further than he could throw them… He wasn't even strong enough to catch them in order to throw them... Crimon crossed his arms over each other. "It's either that or bleeding to death, kiddo."
Headmaster waved him over and the half-saiyan hesitantly headed back to the table. Pushing Gohan's hair aside, Headmaster got to work on cleaning the young warrior's back and Gohan noticed the man was actually trying not to hurt him too badly. The half-saiyan breathed in and out slowly, trying not to wince every time he felt a sting of burning in his back.
"You guys took it way too far." Headmaster complained as he surveyed Gohan's wounds. "Honestly, you can explain all this to Vegeta."
"This is nothing compared to what Vegeta will do to the brat." Crimon responded immediately. "Trust me, kiddo." He addressed to Gohan. "Vegeta's going to rip you apart if you try to even look in the wrong direction. If you can't take this kind of pain you might as well give up right now."
The half-saiyan looked up and both Crimon and Hitora were surprised by the fire in the half-saiyan's eyes. "Do what you want with me." The young warrior stated in a dangerously low voice. "It will only make me stronger and once I killed those saiyans I might just come for you too."
Headmaster froze for a moment, surprised by Gohan's statement, but then continued to clean the half-saiyan's wounds. "Don't say such reckless things, Gohan. You can't even defeat us. What makes you think you can defeat those saiyans?"
"I will… One day…" Gohan muttered as he lowered his gaze to the table. He clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. "One day…"
GET OUT
Gohan gasped when he finally managed to throw Vegeta out of his mind. The young warrior breathed heavily as he got up and took a few heavy steps.
Vegeta got up from his position on the ground. Gohan's last mental attack had been so powerful it had literally thrown Vegeta off his feet. The man headed to the half-saiyan and sent the young warrior a smirk. "Oh, how I love childhood memories." He teased.
Gohan closed his eyes as he shook his head. "Shut up." He muttered.
"Your murderous attitude towards us is adorable. Tell me, how is it going with your plans to kill us, huh? Any new developments I should know about?" Vegeta continued mercilessly. As they all knew, the saiyans were still very much alive. Gohan's desire to kill them was never fulfilled. He failed in doing what he wanted to do for many years. He might not want to kill them anymore but he was still aware of how it felt to hate the saiyans and it would always remain a touchy subject for the half-saiyan and a fun way for the saiyans to put Gohan back in his place.
"You're such a jerk." Gohan muttered as he leaned on the table with both hands.
The two saiyans were still in their first meditating session. Gohan now understood why Vegeta was so excited about the prospect of meditating with the young warrior. The saiyan prince decided that Gohan could not properly defend his own mind so he would train the young warrior to fend off hostile attacks. As a personal note, Vegeta tended to go straight for distant memories whenever he did get through Gohan's defences. His favourites were the negative memories, flashbacks that involved Gohan getting punished or having arguments with the specialists.
"Let's get back to it." Vegeta said before sitting down on the ground again.
Gohan slowly shook his head. "Can we stop for now? Continue tomorrow?" He suggested.
"No." Vegeta responded. "I crawled into your mind without even breaking out into a sweat. You're so easy to penetrate it is embarrassing. If Frieza decides to play his mind tricks on you we're all fucked."
"We still have time…" Gohan tried weakly. He was aware of his weak mental boundaries. He also knew the gaps in his mental defences were mainly due to his lack of training his mind and he was smart enough to realize that these training sessions were really helping him train his mind. However, he was tiring out quickly. Defending his mind was the most difficult and exhausting training, especially when encountering such a strong mind as Vegeta's.
"Half-breed." Vegeta said, giving the young warrior a stern stare. "Sit down."
"Alright." Gohan said meekly as he turned back to Vegeta. While he watched the young warrior approach in order to sit down, Vegeta realized that Gohan was relatively obedient lately. Of course, the young warrior sported a big mouth and would always retaliate or put up a brief fight, but that was normal; that's just how Gohan was. Aside from these bratty moments, Gohan was almost back to how he was before he came of age. He finally really gave up on taking over the squad.
"Why didn't you kill us when you had the chance?" Vegeta asked suddenly, looking up at the young warrior. The hatred Vegeta could feel during his search through Gohan's memories shocked Vegeta. He never realized how much negativity Gohan was feeling towards his comrades and how strong these feelings really were. However, he also knew that Gohan was actually stronger than them right now and Gohan surpassed the others quite some time ago. They were all aware that Gohan could actually kill them.
Gohan met his eyes. The warrior did not even seem surprised by the question, not after the flashback they both just experienced. The problem was that Gohan wasn't even sure why he never killed his comrades. "I never got to it." He responded casually.
"Never got to it?" Vegeta's eyes held onto Gohan's gaze.
"Hmm…" A hint of a smile appeared on Gohan's face. "Been kinda busy running away from the strongest lizard in the universe and that whole survival thing, you know."
"Sounds like a drag." Vegeta responded drily.
"I know right." Gohan blew out a sigh as he placed his hands on the ground behind him and leaned back.
Vegeta frowned in response to Gohan's suddenly relaxed composure. "Who told you our training session is over?"
"I thought we were chatting." Gohan responded, raising an eyebrow.
"Chatting time is over. We have a lot of work. Get your lazy ass back in meditation mode." Vegeta snarled as he glared at the young warrior.
Gohan opened and closed his mouth before sitting up straighter. "You initiated it." He muttered as he closed his eyes.
"And I'm ending it too." Vegeta growled in response. "Though I do understand your hesitance to continue our session, seeing as I'm wiping the floor with your brain."
"It's a welcome break from the original tradition; me wiping the floor with your butt." Gohan muttered without realizing what he did. The half-saiyan opened his eyes and met Vegeta's shocked gaze. The two were silent for a moment in their mutual shock of Gohan's insubordination.
Suddenly, Vegeta's gaze darkened with such intensity that Gohan instantly leaned back. The half-saiyan opened his mouth to reply but Vegeta got there first. "You're going to regret that." He hissed before he launched at the half-saiyan.
Gohan scrambled up into a standing positon and dodged Vegeta's first attack before turning swiftly and running away. The half-saiyan rushed through the doorway, pushing Turles and Raditz aside in his hurry to get away from the livid full-blooded saiyan.
"Get back here, you runt!" Vegeta screamed as he almost flew after the young warrior.
Turles and Raditz exchanged worried glances as they listened to the sounds of the two saiyans messing around in the ship, throwing objects around in their little game of catch. Raditz blew out a sigh and sent his younger brother a confused glance when Turles chuckled.
Turles shrugged when he noticed his brother's expression. "This feels just like the good old days."
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