I'm Proud Of You, Son
Ambyrln, Witch in Training
Disclaimer: All right, as if it's not obvious enough, I don't own DBZ. If I did, I wouldn't waste my time writing fanfics, I'd just change the show.
A/N: Well, not much to say. My first fanfic. This story is set in the days before the Cell Games, the Cell Games itself, and 7 years after the defeat of Cell, right before Gohan enrolls in school. It's gonna get sad later, so when the later chapters upload, keep a box of Kleenex nearby. Well, that's the effect I'm looking for anyways. (I am not responsible for the creation of Kleenex)
' blah blah words go here' means thoughts.
********* means separating what Goku sees in his dream.
~~~~~~~~~ means time has gone by.
Prologue
"Whaddaya say, son? Go out there and win this one for me, okay? Then we can all go home."
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"He's losing!"
"Don't you even care? Goku, if you don't do something right now, Gohan is gonna die!"
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"Take care of your mother for me, okay? You did good Gohan. I'm proud of you."
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Goku's eyes snapped open. He opened the curtain around his bed and peered out. He could hear his son snoring lightly in the bed across from him. 'Good, he's still sleeping. I'll get some early training in before he wakes up.'
Goku walked out into the endless white expanse that was the Room of Spirit and Time. As he began to punch and kick at the imaginary beasts in the air, he couldn't help but wonder about his dream. 'That was strange. Was it a glimpse of the future? It looked so real. But if it's a glimpse of the future, then that means I . . .' Goku refused to finish the thought as his eyes widened with understanding.
To keep his mind off the dismal thoughts that were trying to engulf his sanity, Goku concentrated his energy. "Ka.........me............ha............me.........." As a bright blue ball of energy gathered about his hands, his sleeping son awoke. "HAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!"
"What? Daddy?" Gohan asked as he sleepily sat up and stretched his sore muscles. He could feel his father training outside. Gohan ran out into the storm just in time to see his father's attack shatter the ice directly in front of him. "Daddy! Watch out! The ice!" Goku's feet were trapped in ice. Gohan's eyes got wider as he watched the ice freeze its way up Goku's body. Suddenly, when Goku was completely covered, there was a bright flash of light. "Wow! That's awesome!" Super Saiyan Goku stood in front of his son, no trace of ice anywhere.
"Hey son! How come you're up so early?" Goku asked as he powered back down.
"Your yelling woke me up, father."
Goku assumed a fighting stance. "Oh yeah?" He asked as a smirk spread across his features.
"Yeah." Gohan got ready to fight as well, also sporting a smirk that would make Vegeta proud. (If Gohan wasn't the accursed spawn of Kakarot, that is)
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The training progressed a little further each day, with Gohan becoming just as strong as his father. This did not go unnoticed by Goku. Each day, when the two warriors drug their beaten and bruised bodies into bed, Goku smiled to himself. 'That's my son. I sure am proud of you Gohan.'
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Finally, it was the last day of their year together in the Room of Spirit and Time. Everyone atop Kame's tower were eagerly awaiting the final minutes of the two's 24 hours to be up. As they all watched the doorway, they saw a pair of small boots. A step later, a bigger pair came into view. Finally, Goku and Gohan emerged from the shadows. Trunks filled them in on the Cell Games as they ate poor Mr. Popo out of house and home.
"Well, let's go Gohan," Goku said, walking toward his son.
"All right, Dad. I'm ready. Goodbye, everyone. See you at the tournament," Gohan called as Goku transported them to Kamesennin's island.
"Chi Chi? Are you here, hon?" Goku yelled from the shore.
"Goku, is that you?" a voice called from the window. Chi Chi appeared on the roof and promptly jumped off into her husband's arms. Goku twirled his wife around, then kissed her.
"I really missed you Chi Chi. Let's go home." Gohan grabbed his father's arm, and a second later, they were standing in the kitchen.
That night, Goku sat awake in bed. Chi Chi had long since fallen asleep, but Goku could not. After a few more minutes of laying in bed, he silently crept downstairs. He left a note on the table, grabbed something out of an old box, and flew from the house. 'I'm sorry if I'm going to worry you for being gone when you wake up Chi Chi, but I must do this. Please try to forgive me.'
A/N: Well, what do you think? I'll try to make the future parts a lot longer, but this is just a prologue, so you people will have to wait for a longer chapter next time. Anyway, please review! I really need the feedback!!
Ambyrln, Witch in Training
Disclaimer: All right, as if it's not obvious enough, I don't own DBZ. If I did, I wouldn't waste my time writing fanfics, I'd just change the show.
A/N: Well, not much to say. My first fanfic. This story is set in the days before the Cell Games, the Cell Games itself, and 7 years after the defeat of Cell, right before Gohan enrolls in school. It's gonna get sad later, so when the later chapters upload, keep a box of Kleenex nearby. Well, that's the effect I'm looking for anyways. (I am not responsible for the creation of Kleenex)
' blah blah words go here' means thoughts.
********* means separating what Goku sees in his dream.
~~~~~~~~~ means time has gone by.
Prologue
"Whaddaya say, son? Go out there and win this one for me, okay? Then we can all go home."
*************************************************************************
"He's losing!"
"Don't you even care? Goku, if you don't do something right now, Gohan is gonna die!"
************************************************************************
"Take care of your mother for me, okay? You did good Gohan. I'm proud of you."
*************************************************************************
Goku's eyes snapped open. He opened the curtain around his bed and peered out. He could hear his son snoring lightly in the bed across from him. 'Good, he's still sleeping. I'll get some early training in before he wakes up.'
Goku walked out into the endless white expanse that was the Room of Spirit and Time. As he began to punch and kick at the imaginary beasts in the air, he couldn't help but wonder about his dream. 'That was strange. Was it a glimpse of the future? It looked so real. But if it's a glimpse of the future, then that means I . . .' Goku refused to finish the thought as his eyes widened with understanding.
To keep his mind off the dismal thoughts that were trying to engulf his sanity, Goku concentrated his energy. "Ka.........me............ha............me.........." As a bright blue ball of energy gathered about his hands, his sleeping son awoke. "HAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!"
"What? Daddy?" Gohan asked as he sleepily sat up and stretched his sore muscles. He could feel his father training outside. Gohan ran out into the storm just in time to see his father's attack shatter the ice directly in front of him. "Daddy! Watch out! The ice!" Goku's feet were trapped in ice. Gohan's eyes got wider as he watched the ice freeze its way up Goku's body. Suddenly, when Goku was completely covered, there was a bright flash of light. "Wow! That's awesome!" Super Saiyan Goku stood in front of his son, no trace of ice anywhere.
"Hey son! How come you're up so early?" Goku asked as he powered back down.
"Your yelling woke me up, father."
Goku assumed a fighting stance. "Oh yeah?" He asked as a smirk spread across his features.
"Yeah." Gohan got ready to fight as well, also sporting a smirk that would make Vegeta proud. (If Gohan wasn't the accursed spawn of Kakarot, that is)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The training progressed a little further each day, with Gohan becoming just as strong as his father. This did not go unnoticed by Goku. Each day, when the two warriors drug their beaten and bruised bodies into bed, Goku smiled to himself. 'That's my son. I sure am proud of you Gohan.'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Finally, it was the last day of their year together in the Room of Spirit and Time. Everyone atop Kame's tower were eagerly awaiting the final minutes of the two's 24 hours to be up. As they all watched the doorway, they saw a pair of small boots. A step later, a bigger pair came into view. Finally, Goku and Gohan emerged from the shadows. Trunks filled them in on the Cell Games as they ate poor Mr. Popo out of house and home.
"Well, let's go Gohan," Goku said, walking toward his son.
"All right, Dad. I'm ready. Goodbye, everyone. See you at the tournament," Gohan called as Goku transported them to Kamesennin's island.
"Chi Chi? Are you here, hon?" Goku yelled from the shore.
"Goku, is that you?" a voice called from the window. Chi Chi appeared on the roof and promptly jumped off into her husband's arms. Goku twirled his wife around, then kissed her.
"I really missed you Chi Chi. Let's go home." Gohan grabbed his father's arm, and a second later, they were standing in the kitchen.
That night, Goku sat awake in bed. Chi Chi had long since fallen asleep, but Goku could not. After a few more minutes of laying in bed, he silently crept downstairs. He left a note on the table, grabbed something out of an old box, and flew from the house. 'I'm sorry if I'm going to worry you for being gone when you wake up Chi Chi, but I must do this. Please try to forgive me.'
A/N: Well, what do you think? I'll try to make the future parts a lot longer, but this is just a prologue, so you people will have to wait for a longer chapter next time. Anyway, please review! I really need the feedback!!