Ok, here I am with the latest chapter. Before I begin, I have to say thanks to two people, Mystic Grey for reminding me I missed a layer of Kai's, and AnimeAngelVidel, for reading and posting a review for each chapter so far! Thanks, you two, I love ya for it!
Also, as a note, I forgot to say something. In the event of a conflict, I will use the names and conventions used in the dub. Since this fic is in English and most of the people reading this have never seen DBZ except for the dub, I try not to use the Japanese names and such. I also tend to avoid 'Japanizations' such as -kun, tousan, kassan, and such. I know the original series is in Japanese, and, personally, I prefer the fansubs that I own to the dub, I don't think I should make my reader haul out a Japanese dictionary and culture guide to understand my fics. Just a little note.
Now, without further ado (I love that phrase), I bring to you:
Gohan's Story of DragonBall
OR
How to Tell the Woman of Your Dreams You're a Space Alien
That night, Gohan had tried to call Videl quite a few times, but all he got from the maid was "I'm sorry, she can't come to the phone right now." He figured she got into some trouble over that day's incidents. Thankfully, his own parents hadn't found out. Yet. Hopefully, they wouldn't find out at all.
Oh, you couldn't have been more right, Gohan. Videl certainly was in trouble. Her dad would not let up on her skipping school to go out on a date with Gohan. She tried and she tried to convince him they weren't on a 'date,' but everytime she said that, her dad asked her what she HAD been doing. She couldn't, for the life of her, come up with an acceptable reason, to him. She finally tried something drastic. The truth.
"Dad, if you have to know, I asked Gohan where he got his powers from and why his family is so powerful. He's been telling me the story, and its quite a good one, if you ask me," she finally told him.
"Yeah, I'll bet its some 'story.' What's he been telling you, that he's an alien or something?"
"No, Daddy, Gohan's only half Saiyan! WHOOPS!" Videl clamped her hand over her mouth at that comment, instantly knowing she'd regret it. She did.
"A Saiyan? What is that? Are you trying to tell me that Gohan is a half alien? Spill it, now, Videl!"
Videl slapped her forehead, knowing she had opened a can of worms that would NOT close. "Ok, Daddy, I'll tell you..."
"Good," Hercule Satan responded.
"Ok, so far, he's told me, basically, that his dad was sent here to wipe out all the people on Earth. He hit his head when he was young and so he became a good guy. He had a lot of adventures and then found out he was a Saiyan, which are alien mercenaries that are feared throughout the galaxy. That Vegeta guy is the Saiyan prince, and it was his son, Trunks, who beat fought with Gohan's little brother, Goten at the last Tournament. Trunks is the one who knocked you out of the ring in the exhibition match back then. Their planet was destroyed and so they are the last of their race. That's what I know so far, but there is still so much to learn."
"Well, uh..that's all well and good, but you are grounded until Monday. AND THAT'S FINAL!" he said, sending her to her room. He told the staff she wasn't to get any phone calls or visitors or to leave until he said otherwise, then he went to bed. But, her story had intrigued him. Even if it was a story, Gohan sure was a good storyteller, to come up with something that good. Maybe he should be an author...
Hercule made a decision that night, and he told Videl the next morning. She wasn't in a good mood, being grounded and all, but after he told her his decision, her face lit right up. "Videl, you are un-grounded. You may get together with Gohan again so you can hear his story, but only under one condition. I'm coming with you." That last part caught Videl by surprise, but she decided it would have to do. She just hoped Gohan would be cool with it.
Videl ran to the phone and called Gohan. While it was ringing she looked down at her, no HIS WATCH! "Ooops..." she thought. While she was thinking that, Chi Chi lifted the receiver on the other end.
"Hello?" she asked. After a moment, she followed up with "Is anyone there?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Chi Chi. This is Videl. Is Gohan there?"
"Yes...let me get him...(muffled)GOHAN! VIDEL!" It only took an instant.
Still muffled, "Yeah, I got it, Mom." Then, Gohan actually came on the line. "Hi, Videl! What's up? Why couldn't you come to the phone last night?"
"Oh, well...I was grounded. But, I'm not anymore!" Something about THAT smelled a little fishing to Gohan.
"Oh?" he asked, "What happened?"
"Well..." Videl started, "I told my dad about what we were talking about..." That almost caused Gohan's heart to stop. "And, he wants to hear more about it. Can we get together today with my dad? Please, Gohan?" Gohan could almost see her big, puppydog eyes.
"Oh, OK, Videl. Where do we want to meet? I know your dad doesn't like to fly..."
Just then, Hercule made his presence known on the line. "Flying doesn't bother me THAT much, but how about we go to someplace where we can eat? I'll even buy."
"Oh, you don't know WHAT you are getting yourself into," Gohan and Videl both thought. "Fine by me," they both said.
"Why don't you just come over, Gohan?" Videl asked. "We can go from here."
"Ok," Gohan said. "Give me about an hour, k? I have some things to do first."
"Oh, okay..." Videl replied. "See you then!"
"Bye!" With that, Gohan hung up the phone. "Bye, Mom! Gotta go!" he shouted as he took off out the door. 'Some things' happened to be a trip to Capsule Corp. He arrived with plenty of time and knocked on the front door. Bulma answered it.
"Oh, hi, Gohan! What are you doing here?"
"Well, Bulma, I was wondering you still have a scouter lying around anywhere."
"A scouter? What do you need a scouter for, Gohan?"
"To emphasize a point. And, by the way, Bulma, do you happen to have any capsuled Saiyan armor, too?"
"Well, I guess, Gohan. Hold on a minute." A minute ended up being about 10. But, about 10 minutes later, Bulma walked back into the room with two capsules. "This one is the armor," she said, holding up a blue capsule, "It should fit you, since it was made for your dad back during the fight with Cell. And this one," she said, holding up a red one, "is the scouter. I still don't know why you need them, but...oh, well. Have a nice day, Gohan!" With that, Gohan got up and left. Bulma waved from the door. "That crazy boy..." Bulma said to herself. "But, I do wonder what he wanted those for..."
About 15 minutes later, Gohan touched down in front of the Satan Estate. "I hope I'm right on time," Gohan thought, "but I can't be sure since Videl has my watch..." Just then, Videl stepped out the front door, and boy, did she look angry. "Well, I guess I'm late..." he thought, with a sheepish grin on his face.
"And what are YOU smiling about, Mister? You're a half an hour late, and I tried to call and your mother said you left an hour and a half ago. So, what's the story, Gohan? Have to fish a cat out of a tree? Or, was it a burning building? Well?" Videl seemed pretty miffed, so Gohan told it to her straight.
"I had to get a few things to help illustrate my story. You'll see." Videl wasn't sure what he meant, but she nodded. Just then, Hercule walked out the front door.
"Ah, Gohan! You're here. Any later and I would have given up on you!"
"Yes, sir. Well, should we go?"
"Of course, the driver has the car waiting for us right there," Hercule said, pointing toward a limo in the driveway. Gohan just looked at the car and slapped his forehead.
"Great, can we say 'conspicuous,'" Gohan thought. Unbeknownst to him, Videl was having similar, unvoiced, thoughts. The three of them got into the car, and just as they were about to go, Gohan stopped the driver. "I almost forgot something!" he said and stepped from the car. The two Satans looked on, quizically, as Gohan took two capsules from his pocket and expanded them, making some odd little thing and what appeared to be armor. "There, we can go now," he said as he got back in with his two items.
"What are those, Gohan?" Videl asked.
"I had to borrow them from Bulma. This," he said, holding up the scouter, "is a scouter. Try it on, Videl." With that, he handed her the scouter and she put it on. He reached over and activated it. "Now, see how it points an arrow at the people you can see followed by a number? That number is a power level. That one you are wearing once belonged to Radditz. Look at your dad. What does it say?"
Videl looked at her dad, then looked at the reading. "It says 32," she answered.
"Now, Videl, look at me. I'm suppressing my power completely right now."
"It says...0? What does that mean?"
"Well, we learned a trick while facing Saiyans that if we suppressed our power and didn't use it, their scouters couldn't detect us. That's what I'm doing now. Now, take it off."
"Why?"
"Because I'm going to show you something."
"Ok," Videl said, and then she took off the scouter and went to hand it to Gohan.
"No, just set it so its facing me. Now, when a scouter registers more power than it can handle, in that one's case, roughly 10,000, it will reset and shut down. But, if the power is too high, probably in the 100,000 plus range, the scouter will blow up from the feedback. I'm going to stop suppressing my power and show you what I mean. Stay back from the scouter." With that, Gohan let his power go. He didn't power up, but he didn't hold it in check, either. The reading on the scouter shot up, hit 10,000 then said 'Error.' A moment later, the scouter exploded in a shower of sparks. Videl and Hercule jumped back.
"As you can see, you don't want to wear one when it overloads." Videl and Hercule looked at Gohan, eyes wide in disbelief before remembering what Gohan did in the fighting with Buu.
"Um...Gohan, what's that other thing you have?" Videl asked him after a moment.
"This," he said, holding up the armor, "is Saiyan battle armor. Bulma refitted this to my dad when we were about to fight Cell." Hercule gulped at the mention of Cell. He never liked it being brought up, and now that his daughter was dating the guy he stole credit for it from, he liked hearing that name even less. "Here," Gohan said, handing the armor to Hercule. "Hit it as hard as you can."
Hercule made himself a bit of room in the back of the limo (its spacious, okay?) and reeled back and punched the armor. It didn't dent or bend at all. His hand, on the other hand, did dent. "OUCH! WHAT DID YOU MAKE ME DO THAT FOR?" Hercule shouted at Gohan.
"Just showing you what we had to hit each time we hit a Saiyan in battle armor. At age four, I cracked one of these with a flying headbutt while my dad and Piccolo fought Radditz." Hercule and Videl were amazed. It had seemed impressive to Videl when he had told the story, but seeing what he was talking about...that was something else entirely.
Ok, short chapter, I know...but I have got to go to bed. Its past 5 am here in Michigan and I need my beauty sleep...(AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA that's a real laugh!) Seriously, though, I'd really appreciate more reviews. Even if all you post is something as simple as '4 Stars of 5' or 'Sucks big donkey ####' Either way, I appreciate the comments. Even if you are flaming, you are still saying (translated) 'I don't like your story' Guess I'll shut up now and go to bed. Have a nice night, all, and enjoy my work!
-htmLord
PS If you have any questions, suggestions, or just want to chat, ICQ me at 6371472 (yep, I'm old school ICQ, I only have a 7 digit number!) or drop me an e-mail at nichansen@journey.com I LOVE E-MAIL!
Also, as a note, I forgot to say something. In the event of a conflict, I will use the names and conventions used in the dub. Since this fic is in English and most of the people reading this have never seen DBZ except for the dub, I try not to use the Japanese names and such. I also tend to avoid 'Japanizations' such as -kun, tousan, kassan, and such. I know the original series is in Japanese, and, personally, I prefer the fansubs that I own to the dub, I don't think I should make my reader haul out a Japanese dictionary and culture guide to understand my fics. Just a little note.
Now, without further ado (I love that phrase), I bring to you:
Gohan's Story of DragonBall
OR
How to Tell the Woman of Your Dreams You're a Space Alien
That night, Gohan had tried to call Videl quite a few times, but all he got from the maid was "I'm sorry, she can't come to the phone right now." He figured she got into some trouble over that day's incidents. Thankfully, his own parents hadn't found out. Yet. Hopefully, they wouldn't find out at all.
Oh, you couldn't have been more right, Gohan. Videl certainly was in trouble. Her dad would not let up on her skipping school to go out on a date with Gohan. She tried and she tried to convince him they weren't on a 'date,' but everytime she said that, her dad asked her what she HAD been doing. She couldn't, for the life of her, come up with an acceptable reason, to him. She finally tried something drastic. The truth.
"Dad, if you have to know, I asked Gohan where he got his powers from and why his family is so powerful. He's been telling me the story, and its quite a good one, if you ask me," she finally told him.
"Yeah, I'll bet its some 'story.' What's he been telling you, that he's an alien or something?"
"No, Daddy, Gohan's only half Saiyan! WHOOPS!" Videl clamped her hand over her mouth at that comment, instantly knowing she'd regret it. She did.
"A Saiyan? What is that? Are you trying to tell me that Gohan is a half alien? Spill it, now, Videl!"
Videl slapped her forehead, knowing she had opened a can of worms that would NOT close. "Ok, Daddy, I'll tell you..."
"Good," Hercule Satan responded.
"Ok, so far, he's told me, basically, that his dad was sent here to wipe out all the people on Earth. He hit his head when he was young and so he became a good guy. He had a lot of adventures and then found out he was a Saiyan, which are alien mercenaries that are feared throughout the galaxy. That Vegeta guy is the Saiyan prince, and it was his son, Trunks, who beat fought with Gohan's little brother, Goten at the last Tournament. Trunks is the one who knocked you out of the ring in the exhibition match back then. Their planet was destroyed and so they are the last of their race. That's what I know so far, but there is still so much to learn."
"Well, uh..that's all well and good, but you are grounded until Monday. AND THAT'S FINAL!" he said, sending her to her room. He told the staff she wasn't to get any phone calls or visitors or to leave until he said otherwise, then he went to bed. But, her story had intrigued him. Even if it was a story, Gohan sure was a good storyteller, to come up with something that good. Maybe he should be an author...
Hercule made a decision that night, and he told Videl the next morning. She wasn't in a good mood, being grounded and all, but after he told her his decision, her face lit right up. "Videl, you are un-grounded. You may get together with Gohan again so you can hear his story, but only under one condition. I'm coming with you." That last part caught Videl by surprise, but she decided it would have to do. She just hoped Gohan would be cool with it.
Videl ran to the phone and called Gohan. While it was ringing she looked down at her, no HIS WATCH! "Ooops..." she thought. While she was thinking that, Chi Chi lifted the receiver on the other end.
"Hello?" she asked. After a moment, she followed up with "Is anyone there?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Chi Chi. This is Videl. Is Gohan there?"
"Yes...let me get him...(muffled)GOHAN! VIDEL!" It only took an instant.
Still muffled, "Yeah, I got it, Mom." Then, Gohan actually came on the line. "Hi, Videl! What's up? Why couldn't you come to the phone last night?"
"Oh, well...I was grounded. But, I'm not anymore!" Something about THAT smelled a little fishing to Gohan.
"Oh?" he asked, "What happened?"
"Well..." Videl started, "I told my dad about what we were talking about..." That almost caused Gohan's heart to stop. "And, he wants to hear more about it. Can we get together today with my dad? Please, Gohan?" Gohan could almost see her big, puppydog eyes.
"Oh, OK, Videl. Where do we want to meet? I know your dad doesn't like to fly..."
Just then, Hercule made his presence known on the line. "Flying doesn't bother me THAT much, but how about we go to someplace where we can eat? I'll even buy."
"Oh, you don't know WHAT you are getting yourself into," Gohan and Videl both thought. "Fine by me," they both said.
"Why don't you just come over, Gohan?" Videl asked. "We can go from here."
"Ok," Gohan said. "Give me about an hour, k? I have some things to do first."
"Oh, okay..." Videl replied. "See you then!"
"Bye!" With that, Gohan hung up the phone. "Bye, Mom! Gotta go!" he shouted as he took off out the door. 'Some things' happened to be a trip to Capsule Corp. He arrived with plenty of time and knocked on the front door. Bulma answered it.
"Oh, hi, Gohan! What are you doing here?"
"Well, Bulma, I was wondering you still have a scouter lying around anywhere."
"A scouter? What do you need a scouter for, Gohan?"
"To emphasize a point. And, by the way, Bulma, do you happen to have any capsuled Saiyan armor, too?"
"Well, I guess, Gohan. Hold on a minute." A minute ended up being about 10. But, about 10 minutes later, Bulma walked back into the room with two capsules. "This one is the armor," she said, holding up a blue capsule, "It should fit you, since it was made for your dad back during the fight with Cell. And this one," she said, holding up a red one, "is the scouter. I still don't know why you need them, but...oh, well. Have a nice day, Gohan!" With that, Gohan got up and left. Bulma waved from the door. "That crazy boy..." Bulma said to herself. "But, I do wonder what he wanted those for..."
About 15 minutes later, Gohan touched down in front of the Satan Estate. "I hope I'm right on time," Gohan thought, "but I can't be sure since Videl has my watch..." Just then, Videl stepped out the front door, and boy, did she look angry. "Well, I guess I'm late..." he thought, with a sheepish grin on his face.
"And what are YOU smiling about, Mister? You're a half an hour late, and I tried to call and your mother said you left an hour and a half ago. So, what's the story, Gohan? Have to fish a cat out of a tree? Or, was it a burning building? Well?" Videl seemed pretty miffed, so Gohan told it to her straight.
"I had to get a few things to help illustrate my story. You'll see." Videl wasn't sure what he meant, but she nodded. Just then, Hercule walked out the front door.
"Ah, Gohan! You're here. Any later and I would have given up on you!"
"Yes, sir. Well, should we go?"
"Of course, the driver has the car waiting for us right there," Hercule said, pointing toward a limo in the driveway. Gohan just looked at the car and slapped his forehead.
"Great, can we say 'conspicuous,'" Gohan thought. Unbeknownst to him, Videl was having similar, unvoiced, thoughts. The three of them got into the car, and just as they were about to go, Gohan stopped the driver. "I almost forgot something!" he said and stepped from the car. The two Satans looked on, quizically, as Gohan took two capsules from his pocket and expanded them, making some odd little thing and what appeared to be armor. "There, we can go now," he said as he got back in with his two items.
"What are those, Gohan?" Videl asked.
"I had to borrow them from Bulma. This," he said, holding up the scouter, "is a scouter. Try it on, Videl." With that, he handed her the scouter and she put it on. He reached over and activated it. "Now, see how it points an arrow at the people you can see followed by a number? That number is a power level. That one you are wearing once belonged to Radditz. Look at your dad. What does it say?"
Videl looked at her dad, then looked at the reading. "It says 32," she answered.
"Now, Videl, look at me. I'm suppressing my power completely right now."
"It says...0? What does that mean?"
"Well, we learned a trick while facing Saiyans that if we suppressed our power and didn't use it, their scouters couldn't detect us. That's what I'm doing now. Now, take it off."
"Why?"
"Because I'm going to show you something."
"Ok," Videl said, and then she took off the scouter and went to hand it to Gohan.
"No, just set it so its facing me. Now, when a scouter registers more power than it can handle, in that one's case, roughly 10,000, it will reset and shut down. But, if the power is too high, probably in the 100,000 plus range, the scouter will blow up from the feedback. I'm going to stop suppressing my power and show you what I mean. Stay back from the scouter." With that, Gohan let his power go. He didn't power up, but he didn't hold it in check, either. The reading on the scouter shot up, hit 10,000 then said 'Error.' A moment later, the scouter exploded in a shower of sparks. Videl and Hercule jumped back.
"As you can see, you don't want to wear one when it overloads." Videl and Hercule looked at Gohan, eyes wide in disbelief before remembering what Gohan did in the fighting with Buu.
"Um...Gohan, what's that other thing you have?" Videl asked him after a moment.
"This," he said, holding up the armor, "is Saiyan battle armor. Bulma refitted this to my dad when we were about to fight Cell." Hercule gulped at the mention of Cell. He never liked it being brought up, and now that his daughter was dating the guy he stole credit for it from, he liked hearing that name even less. "Here," Gohan said, handing the armor to Hercule. "Hit it as hard as you can."
Hercule made himself a bit of room in the back of the limo (its spacious, okay?) and reeled back and punched the armor. It didn't dent or bend at all. His hand, on the other hand, did dent. "OUCH! WHAT DID YOU MAKE ME DO THAT FOR?" Hercule shouted at Gohan.
"Just showing you what we had to hit each time we hit a Saiyan in battle armor. At age four, I cracked one of these with a flying headbutt while my dad and Piccolo fought Radditz." Hercule and Videl were amazed. It had seemed impressive to Videl when he had told the story, but seeing what he was talking about...that was something else entirely.
Ok, short chapter, I know...but I have got to go to bed. Its past 5 am here in Michigan and I need my beauty sleep...(AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA that's a real laugh!) Seriously, though, I'd really appreciate more reviews. Even if all you post is something as simple as '4 Stars of 5' or 'Sucks big donkey ####' Either way, I appreciate the comments. Even if you are flaming, you are still saying (translated) 'I don't like your story' Guess I'll shut up now and go to bed. Have a nice night, all, and enjoy my work!
-htmLord
PS If you have any questions, suggestions, or just want to chat, ICQ me at 6371472 (yep, I'm old school ICQ, I only have a 7 digit number!) or drop me an e-mail at nichansen@journey.com I LOVE E-MAIL!