My craziness has struck me down, sugoi! I'm taking karate lessons! Well, here's Chapter 7. Hey, Angel actually gets Gohan out of the stupid Saiyaman gig! See how! This ones kind of funny, because Angel is teaching Vegeta how to tell jokes, but it isn't quite working out yet. You'll see what I mean...Anyway, after these three chapters, I expect only 3 more reviews, but please keep them coming! I accept flames but I don't give them because I believe everyone is entitled to their own opinions...
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Chapter 7
That evening, Gohan came over. He had just started school a few days ago.
"Hey, Bulma," he said.
"Hi, Gohan, what brings you here?"
"Well, I was wondering," he said sheepishly, "Do you think you could make me a costume that covers my face and hair? I want to help fight crime, but I'm afraid my classmates might think I'm weird if they see me fighting criminals."
"So, you want a hero costume?" she asked.
"Yeah. One that I can get in and out of easily, too," he said with a sheepish smile.
"Okay. I'll work on it now, it'll only take a few hours," she said.
"Can I play with Trunks and Angel while you're working on it?" Gohan asked.
"Sure. They're probably inside the gravity room right now," she rolled her eyes, "Go on back." He smiled and thanked her.
I waved hello to him as soon as I saw him.
"Hey, Gohan, what're you doing?" Trunks said the minute he saw him.
"Your mom's working on a project for me and said I could play for a while, what do you say?" he grinned widely.
"Sure, that'd be great, Gohan!" I said with a smile. Vegeta came out of the room and Gohan stood straight.
"Hey, Vegeta, what's up?" Gohan asked nervously.
"The sky, I believe," Vegeta answered unemotionally. I laughed at his attempt at a joke and Gohan and Trunks joined in after I threw them nasty glances.
*I'll explain later!* I told them telepathically.
Vegeta left and we all sighed.
"This is getting scarier by the minute, Angel!" Trunks said while shaking in his boots.
"What is up with Vegeta?" Gohan asked.
"Angel taught him how to tell jokes," Trunks answered miserably, "But he couldn't tell a decent joke to win himself out of a paper bag!"
"I'm working on it!" I said in defense, "I'm trying to teach Dad how to be more social."
"Oh," Gohan said, "Then you've got your work cut out for you, don't you, Angel?"
"Yes, I do," I sighed, "But when I do get through, he'll be just as normal as we are. Or as close to it as we can get, what with fighting and all. I'm going to go see if Bulma needs help. She can sometimes go way overboard."
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When I saw the outfit Bulma was planning on putting Gohan in, I freaked.
"Bulma!" I whined, "You'll make him a laughing stock! He's a teenager, not a freak!"
"What's the difference?" Bulma asked, hiding her smile.
"Let me pick out the clothes," I growled and dragged myself off to find him more suitable attire.
I found a black gi outfit with a good mask and a white turban. It had a white cape, belt, and undershirt as well. Black boots and biker-style gloves matched it all perfectly.
Bulma modified her invention to my assortment of clothes and called Gohan and Trunks out. She handed Gohan the watch-like transformer, which would change Gohan's clothes with the push of a red button.
He put the watch on and I smiled at how good he looked in it. The mask had dark shades over his eyes so that you couldn't see them.
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After a few more days, Gohan returned. I smiled at him. He said he would be entering the World Martial Arts Tournament and said that Goten would be entering the Junior Division. Bulma immediately said that Trunks, Vegeta, and I could also participate.
What happened next truly scared me.
"Hey, what about me?" came a distant, unseeing voice.
"Dad, is that you? Tell me that its really you!" Gohan called out.
"Yeah! It's great to hear your voice again!" said the voice, "Guess what? I get to come back! For a whole day! To participate in the Tournament! Can you believe it?"
"No, I can't, but if you say so, I believe you!" Gohan shouted in joy. Tears rolled down his cheeks in pure joy.
"Okay. Tell everyone. I'm coming back!" the voice faded. Vegeta grinned.
"Does this mean I finally get to meet Kakarott?" I asked, tugging on my father's shirt.
"Call him Goku, now, little one," Vegeta said softly, "I don't think I'll ever look at Goku the same again." A tear slid down his cheek. His eyes danced in joy. His faced was twisted into a brilliant smile.
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Ooh!!! Vegeta is ACTUALLY calling Kakarott Goku!!! This is so tight, I practically squealed the minute I read it over. The way I write is I don't pay any attention to what I write, just type what comes to mind. My mind in the relaxed state is so imaginative sometimes!!!
Angel of the Dragon
P.S. I need 6 more reviews before I let out another three chapters.
