Disclaimer--::somewhat charred and burnt from the flaming of the 500 review special:: I don't…(choke, gasp, hack) own DB/Z/GT

A/N--::rifles through the comments she got on the 500 review special::… "That was so PATHETIC!"…. "Have you gone MAD?!" … "Ok, that was a weird chapter…" … "WTF?!" *sweatdrop* Ok…apparently I wasn't too clear.  Did you read the author's notes?  The review special had ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to do with the story.  As some of you may know, I'm primarily a humor writer, and I guess traveling the dark paths of angst was just too much for me…I SNAPPED!  But seriously.  It was only meant to be a completely unconnected humor insert.  I'm sorry if you were confused, offended, confused, disgusted, confused….did I mention confused?  The review special is being removed to prevent anymore…confusion.  ::licks wounded ego:: Ok.  Now that that's settled, let's just continue with the story.

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Gohan snoozed dreamlessly at his desk, entirely oblivious to the fact that the sun had risen, and he was going to be late.

Half crumpled in his fist was the sheet of paper he had taken out the night before.

The ink was smeared in several places, but amidst the doodles, Gohan had tried to analyze his dream—with little success.

Dream

First part—obvious, except the light.  Light represents, hope?  Freedom? 

Who or what is the light?

Second part—flowers=spring.  New birth—perhaps my new life?  New relationships?  Why was Videl there?

Flowers.  Flowers represent…freshness, hope, life? 

Storm, obviously=trouble.  Destroys flowers. 

Maggots are my past?  People I've killed? 

The storm, the maggots—are they my past returning to haunt me?  To destroy my new 'spring?'

But still…why Videl?  Why HER and not someone else?

GET IT TOGETHER GOHAN!

There Gohan's thoughts broke off, and the page was covered with sketches.  Unconsciously the sleeping teen tightened his grip around the sheet of paper, and pulled it closer, mumbling to himself.

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Chi-Chi peeked in Gohan's room to see him asleep at his desk.  Normally, she'd be furious that he was going to be late for school, but knowing of his nightmares the night before, she only regretted that she had to wake him.

"Gohan…" Chi-Chi whispered.

Gohan blearily creaked open his eyes to be greeted with the early morning sun shining bright through his window.  Just as he was about to lay his head back down, the angle of the sun registed.

Gohan's eyes slammed open and he shot to his feet.  "Oh no!  I'm going to be late for school!"

Shooting past his startled mother, Gohan zipped quickly into the kitchen for a bite to eat.  Shoving the paper he still held into his back pocket, Gohan gulped down half a glass of orange juice, grabbed a half a dozen pieces of toast from the plate stacked high on the table, and shot out the door with a quick yell of 'goodbye' over his shoulder.

Chi-Chi still stood in Gohan's bedroom, somewhat startled at her son's sudden whirl of activity.  With a little smile, she exited the room, closing the door behind her.  Whatever he had dreamed, he certainly wasn't letting it get to him.  Gohan was a fighter.

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Gohan flew high above the town, cursing himself for falling asleep.  He couldn't believe it.  Late again!  His frequent stop-overs as Saiyaman had been taking a toll on his attendance, and he'd long since gotten a reputation as a delinquent. 

He'd thought his mother would be furious, but she hadn't said a thing to him when the school had called yet again the night before.  Maybe she was just in a good mood.  Gohan was determined to keep her in that good mood by getting to school on time today.

An angry yell from the streets below, however, interrupted these plans.  There stood Videl, in the midst of an angry group of thugs.  She dove and whirled in a blur of punches that would be barely visible to the human eye, and from the yelps and groans of her attackers, Gohan could tell that she had everything under control.  Well, almost everything.  Videl didn't seem to see the man standing at the corner of the building, waiting for his buddies to clear out so he could get in a shot.  She didn't see him, and she didn't see his gun.

With a mental apology that he was once again going to be tardy, Gohan swooped down and lightly tapped the gunman on the back of the head, causing him to fall unconcious, to the ground. 

Remembering his dream from the night before, Gohan got more pleasure than usual from performing his corny moves.  With a sudden burst of inspiration, he finished with a line that would have made the Ginyu force kill him, or die trying, had they heard it accompanying their ultra-elite poses, "I am the champion of Love and Justice—THE GREAT SAIYAMAN!"

Standing in the midst of a pile of bodies, Videl shook her head, looking at the clown of a superhero before her.  Champion of Love and Justice?  Wasn't that from a cartoon?

As Gohan felt Videl's eyes settle on him, his somewhat ironic joy was swept away and replaced with confusion, and no little apprehension.  The look in her eyes seemed to mirror the disgust that the Videl in his dream had displayed.

Taking a startled step backwards, Gohan leapt into the sky, shaking his head, trying to displace the haunting dual vision of Videl staring at him with such distaste.

What was it with that girl?  Why did she matter so much?

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Videl watched in helpless anger as Saiyaman wordlessly took to the skies, and flew off to some unknown destination.

As he blasted off, something fluttered away from him, and fell to the ground, with a lazy, arcing motion. 

Cautiously, Videl stepped forward, her heart beating in her chest.  This was her chance—maybe this was a clue as to who Saiyaman really was!

Stooping down, she picked up the page of plain white paper, and studied the handwriting.  It was…familiar.  Carefully she made her way down the page, scrutinizing it for the tiniest detail. 

It was about a dream—Saiyaman's dream?  She almost jumped in shock as she saw her own name inscribed on the sheet.  He dreamt about her?

Most of the sheet was a scrambled mish-mash—it was obvious that the author had just been making notes to himself.

One sentence stopped Videl cold.  'People I've killed?'  Had Saiyaman meant that literally?  Videl had always been somewhat suspicious of him, but after two long years of fighting crime side by side, they'd come to a sort of half-wary understanding.  She couldn't believe it—was Saiyaman really a murderer?

Scanning down, Videl felt shock rush through her body, and her fingers went limp, the liberated page floating noislessly to her feet.

It was only as she had reached the last line that she had recognized the compact meticulous handwriting of the author.  It was only when he had written his own name, did she recognize it from two years of studying and passing notes.

'GET IT TOGETHER GOHAN!'

It had finally clicked.  Gohan was Saiyaman.

***Sorry this is short.  I'm feeling somewhat depressive and whiny about all those bad reviews…more soon, I promise.***