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A/N--Why am I editing this? It's lost in the bowels of ff.net, no one's going to read the changes...
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Gohan looked up at the man standing across from him. Vegeta. Gohan was comfortable with letting Vegeta take control. After all, the older man had survived under Frieza for a MUCH longer time than he had. Gohan wondered how he'd done it.
No, it wasn't that Gohan minded following Vegeta's lead-it was just that- he'd like to know what they were doing here.
"Umm, Vegeta?" Gohan asked tenatively.
"What?"
"Is there a reason that we're all just standing out here in the middle of the desert?"
"Yes."
"...."
"...."
"Is it ok if you tell me why?"
Vegeta sighed and glanced at the boy in annoyance. "We're waiting for Kakkarott to return."
"Oh. Vegeta?"
Vegeta growled, "What do you want brat?!"
"What's a Kakkarott?"
"Shut up."
"Ok."
Gohan sighed. He didn't really mind waiting. But the question was; what was he going to do with himself after the Kakka-whats-it arrived, and he was left alone.
He'd thought about going home--hundreds of times, but he didn't think he could find it by himself. Besides, he didn't have a spaceship. Sure, he could get one easily enough, but he didn't like hurting people-destroying things-he never had. Even though it was all he knew.
Gohan pushed aside his thoughts in annoyance. He could always kill himself. He certainly deserved it after all he'd done.
Gohan amused himself for awhile, thinking up sure-fire ways to kill himself, when a rumble in the sky interrupted him. He'd been in the midst of a complicated plan involving ki beams and a mountain, and was annoyed at the interruption.
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From out of a small ship in the center of a large impact crater crawled a familiar looking man. He had wild black hair, and innocent eyes that seemed strangely familiar to Gohan.
"Goku!" Krillin called, as he and the others flocked to the new arrival, giving him an enthusiastic welcome.
Gohan started a bit. Goku was his father's name.
Turning, Gohan saw Vegeta scowling at the man rising up from out of the crater. He reached out and poked the Prince in the arm.
Vegeta turned to see the young Saiyan boy gazing up at him. "What?"
Gohan leaned a bit closer and whispered, "Is this Earth?"
Vegeta was a bit startled at the question, but answered, "Yes. Now leave me alone."
Gohan nodded and scooted back a few paces. He was home. What was he going to do now?
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Goku was happy to be home, but he was surprised.
"How did you guys know I was here? And who beat Frieza? Was it you Piccolo? Or was it you Veg-"
Goku cut off in mid-sentence to stare at the boy standing near Vegeta. He wore Saiyan battle armor, a blue spandex underneath, with white and silver body armor on top. The armor was ripped to shreds, and it looked like he'd taken quite a beating. Curled protectively around his waist, was a furry, brown tail. The boy looked so familiar..but it was inpossible. Could it be? He was dead.he'd been dead for years, hadn't he?
Hesitantly extending his ki, Goku felt tears rush to his eyes at the familiar feel of the boy's energy. "Gohan," he choked in amazement.
The gathered crowd looked on in surprise as Goku stared at the strange boy next to Vegeta.
Krillin and Bulma let out identical gasps of amazement. This was Gohan? But they'd thought he was dead!
Gohan looked up at the sound of his name. He knew his father had recognized him. Attempting a small smile, Gohan choked, "H-hello father."
Piccolo and the others let out startled exclamations. This was Gohan? Goku's son? Wasn't he supposed to be dead?
Goku let out an ecstatic yelp, and raced towards his son. Reaching out to hug him, he found Gohan warily backing away.
Gohan was nervous. What did his father want? Did he want to punish him for leaving? A voice broke Gohan's nervous musings.
"I just wanted to give you a hug, son," Goku said, a worried frown returned to his face.
Oh. That was it. A hug. Gohan was sure he could handle that. "Oh. Ok."
Gohan stood stiffly as Goku wrapped his arms around him. It felt-good. Comforting. Not dirty or painful as he had feared. Gohan's face became an emotionless mask. He felt so warm, so protected. He had to be strong-he could feel the tears threatening and struggled to get loose before the dam broke.
He could feel the others crowding around him. Their concern was like a palpable force. He couldn't take it. He didn't deserve their care-if they knew what'd happened-what he'd done, they would hate him right now.
Goku looked worriedly at his son as he struggled to get free of his arms. Quickly letting him go, he put a hand on Gohan's shoulder instead. "Gohan, what's wrong son? It's ok, you're home now."
Vegeta watched the boy struggle to control himself, legs braced apart, fists clenched to his side. Kakkarott's brat. That explained a lot. At least he wasn't his. Vegeta had been a bit concerned about that.
Seeing the boy about to lose it, Vegeta decided to butt in. "Leave him alone. Give him some space. He's not used to dealing with all of this, and you're getting to him. You try being Frieza's lackey and see how stable you turn out to be."
Goku looked up, worry and compassion written in his eyes. "Does that go for you too Vegeta?"
Vegeta just snorted and turned away. Sometimes Kakkarott was too perceptive for his own good. The baka.
A/N--Why am I editing this? It's lost in the bowels of ff.net, no one's going to read the changes...
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Gohan looked up at the man standing across from him. Vegeta. Gohan was comfortable with letting Vegeta take control. After all, the older man had survived under Frieza for a MUCH longer time than he had. Gohan wondered how he'd done it.
No, it wasn't that Gohan minded following Vegeta's lead-it was just that- he'd like to know what they were doing here.
"Umm, Vegeta?" Gohan asked tenatively.
"What?"
"Is there a reason that we're all just standing out here in the middle of the desert?"
"Yes."
"...."
"...."
"Is it ok if you tell me why?"
Vegeta sighed and glanced at the boy in annoyance. "We're waiting for Kakkarott to return."
"Oh. Vegeta?"
Vegeta growled, "What do you want brat?!"
"What's a Kakkarott?"
"Shut up."
"Ok."
Gohan sighed. He didn't really mind waiting. But the question was; what was he going to do with himself after the Kakka-whats-it arrived, and he was left alone.
He'd thought about going home--hundreds of times, but he didn't think he could find it by himself. Besides, he didn't have a spaceship. Sure, he could get one easily enough, but he didn't like hurting people-destroying things-he never had. Even though it was all he knew.
Gohan pushed aside his thoughts in annoyance. He could always kill himself. He certainly deserved it after all he'd done.
Gohan amused himself for awhile, thinking up sure-fire ways to kill himself, when a rumble in the sky interrupted him. He'd been in the midst of a complicated plan involving ki beams and a mountain, and was annoyed at the interruption.
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From out of a small ship in the center of a large impact crater crawled a familiar looking man. He had wild black hair, and innocent eyes that seemed strangely familiar to Gohan.
"Goku!" Krillin called, as he and the others flocked to the new arrival, giving him an enthusiastic welcome.
Gohan started a bit. Goku was his father's name.
Turning, Gohan saw Vegeta scowling at the man rising up from out of the crater. He reached out and poked the Prince in the arm.
Vegeta turned to see the young Saiyan boy gazing up at him. "What?"
Gohan leaned a bit closer and whispered, "Is this Earth?"
Vegeta was a bit startled at the question, but answered, "Yes. Now leave me alone."
Gohan nodded and scooted back a few paces. He was home. What was he going to do now?
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Goku was happy to be home, but he was surprised.
"How did you guys know I was here? And who beat Frieza? Was it you Piccolo? Or was it you Veg-"
Goku cut off in mid-sentence to stare at the boy standing near Vegeta. He wore Saiyan battle armor, a blue spandex underneath, with white and silver body armor on top. The armor was ripped to shreds, and it looked like he'd taken quite a beating. Curled protectively around his waist, was a furry, brown tail. The boy looked so familiar..but it was inpossible. Could it be? He was dead.he'd been dead for years, hadn't he?
Hesitantly extending his ki, Goku felt tears rush to his eyes at the familiar feel of the boy's energy. "Gohan," he choked in amazement.
The gathered crowd looked on in surprise as Goku stared at the strange boy next to Vegeta.
Krillin and Bulma let out identical gasps of amazement. This was Gohan? But they'd thought he was dead!
Gohan looked up at the sound of his name. He knew his father had recognized him. Attempting a small smile, Gohan choked, "H-hello father."
Piccolo and the others let out startled exclamations. This was Gohan? Goku's son? Wasn't he supposed to be dead?
Goku let out an ecstatic yelp, and raced towards his son. Reaching out to hug him, he found Gohan warily backing away.
Gohan was nervous. What did his father want? Did he want to punish him for leaving? A voice broke Gohan's nervous musings.
"I just wanted to give you a hug, son," Goku said, a worried frown returned to his face.
Oh. That was it. A hug. Gohan was sure he could handle that. "Oh. Ok."
Gohan stood stiffly as Goku wrapped his arms around him. It felt-good. Comforting. Not dirty or painful as he had feared. Gohan's face became an emotionless mask. He felt so warm, so protected. He had to be strong-he could feel the tears threatening and struggled to get loose before the dam broke.
He could feel the others crowding around him. Their concern was like a palpable force. He couldn't take it. He didn't deserve their care-if they knew what'd happened-what he'd done, they would hate him right now.
Goku looked worriedly at his son as he struggled to get free of his arms. Quickly letting him go, he put a hand on Gohan's shoulder instead. "Gohan, what's wrong son? It's ok, you're home now."
Vegeta watched the boy struggle to control himself, legs braced apart, fists clenched to his side. Kakkarott's brat. That explained a lot. At least he wasn't his. Vegeta had been a bit concerned about that.
Seeing the boy about to lose it, Vegeta decided to butt in. "Leave him alone. Give him some space. He's not used to dealing with all of this, and you're getting to him. You try being Frieza's lackey and see how stable you turn out to be."
Goku looked up, worry and compassion written in his eyes. "Does that go for you too Vegeta?"
Vegeta just snorted and turned away. Sometimes Kakkarott was too perceptive for his own good. The baka.