Konnichi wa!!! I'm fresh meat!!!

This is an A/U fic I wrote a loooooooong time ago. I've been a loyal reader since last year and now I've decided to put my two cents in this, starting with my first fic ever. *cries* I just want you to know that I love you all (especially if you review) and that since I'm not a native english speaker you must cope with my way of writing. Good? Good. Ok, on with the fic!

"text" is talking

'text' is thinking

*********** is change in scene (Duh!)

(text) is my comments

The Lost Saga

Everything had regained its normal rhythm after the battle with Cell. Mirai Trunks had gone back to his time line, with the intention of destroying him before he had a chance to steal his time machine. The dragon balls had been used to wish Juuhachigou human, and she married Kuririn afterwards. Vegita had also gone back to Capsule Corp., led by a trick of Bulma's to make him stay. Anyway, he didn't refuse. After Goku's death and realizing he could not be wished back to life again, he declared himself the strongest warrior on the planet. Yet he wasn't at all pleased, and intended to focus his sparring habit on Gohan. This didn't come out too good because of Chichi's fault. Gohan had promised her to go on with his studies in order to get to be the scholar she wanted him to.

Gohan went on having his private teachers at home. Besides that, Chichi learned in no time she was pregnant again. That, among all, was the best reason to please her in every way. The baby was named Goten, because of a dream Chichi had, in which Goku told her to do so. Goku had managed to keep in touch with them through their dreams . . .

Have you ever seen a saiyajin looking after a baby? Well. Gohan had to do so to help his okaasan, for Goten was so strong she almost couldn't keep up with him.

(The reason? Hey, I'm just the writer!! What should I know? Let those people with their own lives! But I guess it might have been because the knock off had been achieved during Goku's famous ten days of resting before Cell Games, in which he and Gohan were super saiyajin all day long).

After Goten was born, Gohan took a little time to train (under Chichi's watch, and out of it). He kept in touch with Piccoro, who had always been there, and Vegita, who for some strange reason, seemed to be giving him too much of an attention. He had polished his techniques and was starting to learn, with Goku's help, some of his father's ones.

Six years had passed and Gohan finally decided to take a chance in a public school. He had never been in school before, so he thought it might help him.

" Gohan! You'll be late for your first school day! " Chichi called from the kitchen.

" Coming! " He said putting on his shoes. He then went into the kitchen and kissed her good morning.

" Here's some tofu and muffins to eat on the way. Get going! " She said giving him the box and pushing him to the door.

Jumping on Kintoun, he waved his okaasan good bye while heading southeast, towards East Capitol High School. On the way, he caught a glimpse of Goten and Trunks swimming in the lake. His heart pounded heavily while he was getting closer to town. This was his first experience of this kind.

" Students listen. You have a new classmate. On the tests, he's gotten the highest scores we have seen up to now."

" Hello. My name is Son Gohan." To his words followed a commotion between some of the students.

" You mean like the great sensei of martial arts Son Gohan? " One of the boys asked.

" Yes. He was my great grandfather."

" Take a seat, Gohan" the teacher said.

He obeyed silently and seated on the only empty chair, surrounded by curious girls with their eyes stuck on him. "Gosh! There are only girls around me... No, Gohan, don't blush! You can't blush! That's it. Calm down", he thought, sighing, as he opened his notebook.

After class, at lunch, he was kind of shy while eating when he caught a conversation between a couple of girls in another table.

" Look at him. He's a hunk!"

" And a smart hunk nonetheless."

" I wonder if he has a girlfriend?"

" Me too. Hey, let's talk to him."

Gohan couldn't stop getting nervous as he felt the girls approaching. He'd always been afraid of girls. (Of course! with those two great samples he had: his mother and Bulma! Who wouldn't?) No. He couldn't take the chance of falling into the hands of a woman like those. He started to pick up the garbage with the intention to leave before they got to him... Too late.

" Hi!"

" Hi " he said looking up.

" So, your great grandfather was a great martial arts sensei?"

" Yeah."

" Mmm, that's interesting So, where do you live?"

" Uh... I live in Mount Paotzu, at 439 Mountain Area."

" Huh!?!?!? And how do you manage to get here on time?"

" I got Kintoun."

" What's that?"

" A flying cloud my father was given by his martial arts sensei."

" Interesting, too." The girl sweatdropped. " Maybe you can show it to us some time. Hey, you're joining the martial arts team?

" Maybe I will."

" You'd better. Bye."

Gohan sighed, relieved. They didn't try anything suspicious after all. Well, what do you know? They even invited him to join the martial arts team!

*************

" Let's see what you've got, kid " the sensei assumed the fighting position.

Gohan stood there, five feet away from him, quiet as a spring pond, his eyes closed. Then, the man attacked. He kicked and punched, missing every single one, cause Gohan was too fast for him, dodging all his moves easily.

" Attack, kid! " the sensei yelled and threw a direct punch.

Gohan blocked his fist with his open hand, and then, looked at him straight in the eye.

" Attack, I said! " the sensei yelled again.

Gohan just pushed his fist aside and let go, throwing him against the wall on the other side of the room. Everybody was amazed by his speed and strength, especially the sensei, who congratulated him for his abilities.

" Must be the Son heritage " he commented.

" And a very hard training " Gohan added.

When school was out, each and every student in Gohan's class had been informed of the past matter. But Gohan didn't care. He was worried about something else, about that strange feeling he'd been having lately.

That day, after class, Gohan went to train with Goten and Trunks, something that Chichi had agreed with. However, at night, he sneaked out to Piccoro.

" I'm having weird vibes, Piccoro-san."

" What do you mean?"

" I have a bad feeling, but I don't know what it means. You think it's a battle coming?"

" Wish it would, but I truly have no idea."

" There's been such a long time without a fight."

" Yeah. I kind of miss the excitement..." There was a pause, and he sighed. "Well, Gohan, let's start."

He hadn't even finished saying these words, when he was already on Gohan's back. But even with that advantage on his side, Gohan had managed to block and dodge all of his attacks.

" You've gotten better, kid."

" So says my otousan." Piccoro froze midway to punching him.

" Yes, Piccoro-san. My otousan's been training me, too."

" So... He's managed to come back from Other World."

" No. He's been training me in my dreams." An expression of amazement arose on Piccoro's face; then, he smiled challengingly and said:

" Well. Let's see just how good you've become."


He vanished in front of Gohan's eyes, reappearing again at random places, pitching his energy blasts at the kid. When Gohan had recovered from the first impression, he caught the rhythm in Piccoro's attacks, realizing that, one blast after another, were getting stronger and more harmful.

" Piccoro-san! What's with you!?"

" All these years as your sensei, and you still don't know me? " he said shoving his knee in his stomach and kicking his jaw. Gohan flew some feet away and landed hard on the floor, his mouth bleeding, his stomach contracting in pain.

" Piccoro-san!"

" Remember what I have taught you, Gohan... Expect no mercy, no matter who your opponent is."


With these words, Piccoro jumped at him again. He's serious. He's always been', Gohan thought. He then waited for Piccoro to make his move and he received it with his ki protective shield. Gohan had always been better in defensive than offensive mode. He used his highly improved Masenko to reach out Piccoro, but it just got to scratch him. He strained to defeat him unsuccessfully, and finally, when tired, he turned SSJ, and with just one Kamehameha, he could take Piccoro out.

" Piccoro-san! " he ran to the motionless body.


Gohan realized then that Piccoro was in bad shape, though it wasn't such a big deal. He was looking at the sky, serious.

" You still have a lot to learn Gohan." Gohan frowned, looking at him stand up slowly.

" What do you mean?"

" The day you can defeat me without turning Super Saiyajin, I will no longer be your sensei."


Piccoro took his cape from the floor and put it on. (When did he take it off? o_O)

" I guess I do have a lot to learn... Piccoro-san. You remember I reached Level 2 when fighting Cell, do you?" Piccoro nodded.

" The thing is, I've tried to reach it again, but haven't been able to."

" Mmm... You were under a lot of pressure back then... Pushed to the edge, to be exact. Maybe it happened because of such conditions."

" You think so?" Piccoro nodded again and there was a slight silence between them before he said:

" You'd better go back home. You know your okaasan's temper... Say hello to Goku for me."

" Sure " he smiled.

*********

9:45 a.m. A number of little colored lines on a piece of paper, and a happy child running through the corridor.

" Okaasan. Look at my drawing!"


Bulma looked at him from her computer and took the little piece of paper. Five scribbles... Stick people, filled out the sheet.

" This is you " Trunks said pointing at a stick with blue lines on its head "This is obaasan, ojiisan, me and this is otousan."

" It's so pretty, sweetheart! " she said giving him a little kiss.


He then ran away to Vegita, who had been training all night, as usual.

" Otousan, look! " he said entering the brand new training platform which homed Vegita's dearest GR.

" How dare you interrupt my training!? " he vexed.

" I... I came to show you this " the child sounded intimidated.

" I don't have time for nonsense! " he yelled taking the paper and working it into a ball.


The boy felt an extreme cold run over his whole little body. His eyes grew wet, as he struggled not to cry. But, as any child, he just couldn't. The tears came rolling silently down his little cheeks, his head down, looking at the paper ball on the floor.

" If there's something that I despise, it's crybabies " were Vegita's words.


Suddenly, the child's sadness became indignation, as he clenched his little fists hard.

" THE ONLY REASON WHY I'M NOT STRONG ENOUGH FOR YOU, IS BECAUSE THE WORLD'S STRONGEST SAIYAJIN HASN'T BOTHERED IN TRAINING ME! NOT ONCE! AREN'T YOU ASHAMED THAT YOUR SON'S BEING TRAINED BY GOHAN!? NOT BY HIS OWN FATHER!


Trunks run to the door as fast as he could, his tears falling to the floor. He might be a little boy, but he sure knew what was happening. Then, he stopped at the threshold, wiped his eyes clear and realized Vegita had gone back to his training. This hurt him even more.

" How would you have felt if the Great King Vegita hadn't had paid attention to you?


Vegita froze. He remembered his father: Always severe, always encouraging him, always proud of him. *Prince. You belong to the highest warrior elite. You will be the strongest and more powerful of the saiyajin. You even have great chances of becoming the legendary Super Saiyajin, born every 1,000 years*, his father used to tell him. What if, eventually, his father hadn't had paid attention to him? Would he still be the great warrior he had become? Vegita turned around, but Trunks was gone. He took the paper ball from the floor and unfolded it. He saw the drawing and felt strange about it. 'Brats. They spend all their time in stupid things'.

"Garbage! I've lost some precious time!", he thought, clearing his mind of everything else but his training.

***********

The beautiful white and blue sphere on the infinite horizon: Chikyuu.

" How could such a planet escape from our colonization range for all this time?"

" It hasn't. It's been in our plans for a long time now, but it always seems to save the day."

" What does Cryo want it for, anyway?"

" He has his reasons. Don't question his power."

" Well... If you really want to know. " Cryo inquired from the shadows. He was the only one in his progeny able to conceal his monstrous ki.

" Chikyuu's got some annoying creatures on it. Creatures who were thought to be extinct: the Saiyajin... " Surprise arose to all those grotesque faces in the room

" Yes. There are still a couple of saiyajin on that planet, responsible for my father's and brothers' destruction."

(Can you guess already who he is?)

" Those saiyajins were the ones who killed King Cold, Koola and Frieza?

" I don't know which one did, so they're all gonna pay " he chuckled " I really don't care about Cold, Koola and Frieza, but if they were able to kill them, I can't afford to allow such a threat. Can I?"


Cryo came out from the shadows, arms crossed. He looked very much like Cold, only blue. The huge monster started to glow, his ki began to rise, black electricity surging his body. The scouters on everyone's eyes caught the power reading. Then, his ki began to decrease dramatically, leaving all the faces puzzled ahead.

" They can sense my power at this distance. We wouldn't want them to notice us... It's been 10 years. Ten years of strategic plotting and finally, the time has come to send those fucking monkeys to the other dimension."


Cryo's devilish laughter filled out the machine room. It felt like it filled the entire ship. He was all that confident on his plan, that even his crew felt superior.

" Shoot the cannon " he ordered.


A couple of buttons pressed, the magnitude adjusted, and everything had begun. It was all invisible, artificial waves from the saiyajin past. A lethal past in which were taken many lives.

A/N: So, whadaya think? Should I go on? *Posh accent* Would you so kind as to push the lovely button below and leave a review so I don't get depressed?

Ok, here's what I'll do. I'll come up with a trivia. Do you know what a trivia is? Do you say trivia in english? It's like jeopardy. Ok, so this trivia comes from the mexican spanish version which is the one that I saw. Aaaaaand for your info and envy, let me tell you that it's UNCUT! Yay!!!

Trivia #1

In DBGT, what did Bra exactly say about Veggie's mustache?

^ _ ~ I love this!!!!!!!!!