Hey, uh. It's only been about two and a half years since I've posted anything. Not too bad, I expected it to be worse.

Course, I can't just work on one of my already in progress stories. I've gotta start something new.

Time to throw my hat in the ring of Reincarnation fics

A quick note that these first few chapters aren't really the best written, but as I get into the rhythm I'd say it get's better


I'd be lying if I said I remembered my death exactly

I wasn't given long to live, a few days at best. I remember being scared, and being thirsty. Then everything faded away.

When I opened my eyes everything was blurry, but I was tired, I closed them again.

The next time I opened my eyes, I naturally reached up behind me to grab my glasses, only to grab at nothing. I tried to look up, but everything was still so blurry. I can never see without my glasses. I heard voices I didn't recognize and couldn't quite hear, and faded to sleep again.

The next time I woke, or at least the next time I remember, things were a bit clearer, I could hear the voices, and make out shapes. I reached up to run at my eyes and paused, my hands, were really small? I squinted as I moved them. Smaller, and clumsier than I remembered. In fact, I couldn't really move well at all.

"Aw look! He's staring at his little hands! Isn't he just the cutest!"

"Haha, of course!"

…what? Must be…a weird dream…I faded back to sleep.

Days and weeks passed in a blur. Months passed as though time could never move forward. Pretty soon I wished it wouldn't.

In that time I came to four startling conclusions.

1) I had died. Then reborn.

2) This body was male. I am a girl.

3) I had a tail.

4) My parents names, were Goku and Chichi. My name, was Gohan

Just kill me now. It'd be kinder.

It was hard to hate my new found parents. Chichi was attentive and loving, a far cry from the overbearing school center mother she'd soon become, and Goku, was a bit clueless but he obviously cares.

Spending time with them was difficult. I shifted between appreciating their efforts caring for me, annoyance at being treated as a literal infant when I was, technically, older than they were, and resentment. Because every time I looked at them. At Goku specifically. I was reminded of what was to come.

I was not, thrilled at living in the mountains, certainly not having lived in the suburbs my entire life. Even so I often would go out and explore. Or, as much as my clumsy legs would allow. Both to spend time away from my newfound parents, and just, for something to do.

It was really boring being a toddler.

Any toys allotted to me were just annoying, and I actively made a point to struggle "learning" to talk and read. In no world was I letting Chichi label me a prodigy. So no books for me. At least none you wouldn't see in any kindergarten. The written language wasn't English so I didn't have to struggle so much pretending not to understand.

I refused to wear that hat.

Goku had made it and he looked sad at my rejection but I couldn't. I couldn't stand to look at that four starred ball, and wearing it on my head was just adding insult to soon to be many many injuries.

I got anxiety trying to sleep if I had slight stomach pain. How was I supposed to deal with actually getting injured?

The only moderately lucky aspect of this was that I had rewatched the stupid fighting show recently before-

Four (and a half) as the days ticked down I spent more and more time away from the house.

I'd wander around, climbing trees and each time jumping down from higher places. Just because Chichi refused to let me train in fighting, doesn't mean I can't get a slight head start to hopefully not die.

Sometimes I would just sit and try to find my Ki. Usually it'd just result in me getting frustrated and giving up. Sometimes I'll think I find something but it's gone before I can grab at it.

I glared at my tiny, clumsy hands, annoyed they couldn't cooperate enough to draw (Chichi was so happy with how good an artist I was at such a young age! I glared at the figure that looked on par with my ten year old drawings) and confused as to how they'd hold such power. Eventually. Hopefully.

To be honest, I doubt I'll be able to be as strong as Gohan was. Most his strength came from genuine anger turning to rage, and while there was plenty of things for me to be angry at, it'd be hard to have genuine burst of rage when I know what'll happen.

Having a tail was neat. If I used it to hang on branches it'd effortlessly hold me. But I couldn't move at all if it got caught on anything. I'd have to work on that.

But having a tail was not the only proof of my Sayain heritage. While it was certainly the most obvious, there were a few smaller details that were Easter to overlook.

My teeth mainly. At first glance there wasn't much odd about them, but my canines were more pronounced, visibly so even with my baby teeth. Honestly that didn't bother me nearly as much. It was a detail that would have been fun to draw.

While I got the jet black hair color from Goku, I'm glad I got my Hair texture from Chichi. Goku's hair was coarser than any hair had right to be. Sure, this hair got tangled easily, but at least it fell straight rather than jutting out and stiff like his.

For a while I was content, content to just wander around and pretend to be four.

I still reach up every morning for my nonexistent glasses.

Then Goku mentioned about a reunion with his friends.

I left the house.

I didn't exactly fall into a river and get chased by a tiger as the proper Gohan did, but I did make it so he had to try to find me. I hid my reluctance as I sat on his lap to go to Roshi's (Goku was confused the first time he tried place me on the nimbus cloud and I fell through, he didn't try again at least)

If it weren't for the fear of the inevitable coming, I'd have marveled at (kinda) being able to fly on a cloud at speeds that would rival standard planes and jet engines. Standard being the personal Capsule Corporation Planes, because that's a thing in this world

Chichi had taken me into the city once. I couldn't help but stare at the humanoid animals that walked just as casually down the streets as humans. I don't understand why people questioned my tail honestly.

Distracting myself became impossible when we landed on the island. I stayed quite as Goku spoke with his friends. I shrank into his arms when they asked about me.

He put me down so I could introduce myself, I did so (almost) as politely as original Gohan did.

Bulma was nice, her blue hair clashed with what I thought possible for a natural hair color, though I knew it wasn't dyed.

Krillin was maybe a foot or so taller than I was now. Which, considering I was four, wasn't exactly much. But he was joyful and clearly an excellent friend. He always was one of my favorites.

And Master Roshi, well, even though he wasn't exactly show off his…quirks…in front of me as a first impression, just my knowledge of his, antics, led me to want to avoid him.

"So Gohan, what do you want to be when you grow up?" I looked down to hide my frown at her tone (Goku never bothered with talking down at me. Chichi has begun to lighten up. I'm worried this will lead to her tightening up on school work)

"I'm going to be an artist." It wasn't a question. If I somehow survived through the story, I was putting my life back on my intended track. It'd likely be easier this time since I'll have a head start.

"Haha, yeah, Chichi wants him to be some kind of academic, but Gohan here really like to draw! Is pretty good at it too!" I couldn't help but smile at Goku, it's obvious he doesn't really understand why I like drawing, but he cares that I like it.

"Oh? Well that's- uh, Goku, he has a tail?" Bulma asked, ever so observant. Not that I was trying to hide it.

"Hm? Oh yeah, he was born with it, just like I was!" Goku smiled, not knowing why everyone else on the island was now uncomfortable.

"Has, has he ever looked at the full moon?"

"No? We usually go to sleep pretty early." Goku responded, confused.

To be honest, as soon as I realized what was going on, once I got past the five stages of denial, I kept a close eye on the full moon cycle, not risking any mistakes. I always kept my blinds closed on my window, but would especially check them two days before, and after a full moon was set to rise. And if I ever had to get up I'd cup my hands around my eyes and look down when going anywhere those nights just to be safe, even if it was just to the bathroom.

Honestly I thought it was rather cruel that no one ever told Goku what happened when he looked at a full moon, but I suppose I don't have much room to judge. I'm not exactly keeping a small secret.

I looked off to the side and saw the Turtle. That. Is the biggest Turtle I have ever seen.

"Hello."

"Oh! Uh, hi?" Talking turtles, gotta get used to it. Man, it's one thing to know these things exist, but it's another to actually see it.

I actually managed to distract myself from, everything, when Goku turned sharply out towards the ocean. My heart sank as I saw the borderline panic in his eyes.

"Something, really strong is heading this way."

Before anyone could question it, a man was seen in the sky, flying towards us.

Flying people. Gotta get used to it. Logically I knew that Goku could also fly, but since he usually just defaults to the Nimbus still it's easy enough to ignore.

Pretty soon I'd be able to fly.

It doesn't make up for everything else I'll have to deal with, but, like, it'd be nice.

At some point in my tangent the man, Raditz, landed.

And so it begins.