Gomen, It's all my fault, I was supposed to update around the same weekend at the Aya convention (Anime convention), But I watched sooo much anime that I couldn't, then weeks fanfic writing disappeared by a certain Mr Potter. Now yesterdays ezcuse was because I was asleep. As I realise this is a BAD excuse I decided to update this RIGHT Now!!!!….Well at least it fills the time between refreshing to see if I registered for the MinamiCon 9 and waiting for Gravitation to download (2.39 hours).

Poingai says:

This is a really good story! Keep it up! But I hate it when you non-martial artist authors use spar wrong…Spar is used for "friendly" and "exercising" combat. You should have used challenge or duel or fight. Tell this to your partners in crime!

*Looks at readers* Appears that you are my partners in time, take note.

To all people who thought that this fanfic was finished: You're not that lucky, did you think that I was going to leave it on such a bad ending. *Readers nods* -_-;

To gerry's giant  green grassmonkey, AKA Jill, person who I had fanfic competition who I lost to by 1!! review : Wah! SORRRY, I've even blocked you on Msn to stop you yelling at me for not updating. *Blushes*

Anyway now that you have not read my Disclaimer that isn't here, Bring on the fic!

Blood Lust: 10: To fill or not to fill

Gohan sighed, and rested his head on the wall. He could hardly believe it. He felt like a nutcase. He was going to anger management.

It wasn't something he wanted to do, but he knew he had gone completely out of it in the woods. So not like his normal self. He blew up a building for Kame's sake, powers or no he did go out of control. And he was SO praying that the Army wasn't going to send him the bill.

Still he made himself come to this place, even if he knew others that needed it more, not-naming-anyone…Vegeta, but he had to come to grab the rest of his sanity ,and it could help his mother think that he was acting more 'normal'.

That was what his mother thought of normal, of course. Still, life would not be as fun if he wasn't unique, sure less monsters, death and mayhem, but then again there would be no flying, no excitement and no Goku. Then again if he was fully human then he's mother would properly be calmer, and less likely to have a heart attack every time one of her sons blew something else up.

Gohan's moral debate paused as somebody new stepped into the room. Well he wasn't new to Gohan, it was Mr Bat, the PE sensei.

"Hi class," he slurred, eyes unfocused. *Hic* , "I'm your new sensei to guide you" *Hic* "through your…your-" He wobbled as he tried to remember what he was going to say."…crossness, and ummmm stuff."

"But, your drunk!"

"I can't be dunk-dwunk… . d-r-u-n-k, I've only had one bottle!" He started to wave the said bottle in the air, managing to spill most of its contents over himself.

"Like a was saying," *Hic* "The secret to anger management, is to never, ever" *Hic* "-EVER let your anger out." He said solemnly. "Otherwise you get in trouble. Best thing is to lock anger away," *Hic* "slam the door, and throw away…that thing that goes in doors, and stuff "

Gohan pondered this for a second, locking the anger away, that's what he did in the woods, and then he exploded. Still the old guy must have had more experience in this situation.

Gohan stood up to stretch his long legs, then walked rather quickly out of the room. He REALLY didn't want another incident with Batty and his gun. Still his hypothesis seemed interesting, and the demi Saiyan thought about trying it, straight after trying to control it the saiyan way. Fighting

He left the room, but his sensitive hearing still picked up the following conversation.

"I really think you should sit down, old boy, before you hurt yourself."

The former PE teacher was currently spinning around in circles and yelling "Get off me you evil Ice-cream, I'm not drunk! I am Sailor Moon, the Champion of Justice!"

The rest of the class looked at him in bewilderment.

"Ummmm, I think I'm going to throw up!" Mr Bat squeaked.

One extremely grumpy woman, grabbed a pointy stiletto. "Why you arrogant idiotic-THING! I've spent valuable time coming here to let off my anger, and it's NOT working!" Every other word she slammed the stiletto into his face. *WHACK* "Wow, such a good anger release. I shall recommend you."

Gohan shook his head. And I thought I was bad, he mused.

*Change of scenery, at CC*

 "Onna feed me, NOW."

"Vegeta, you're a big boy now, feed yourself."

He snarled. "You know exactly what I mean Onna. Now shut up and get me my food."

"Why don't you make me shut up." Bulma said giving him a knowing look.

"Ewwee mom, gross. Stop it." Trunk said as he walked in. He lilac hair was ruffed as if he had just been sleeping, which he had. "Anyway why was Gohan here yesterday? I couldn't see him, I was training." He said proudly.

"Oh he was just having some changes to his Saiyaman costume made. There was some trouble with it."

She looked to see Vegeta and Trunks eating the food that they had just found in the fridge. No chance of a conversation there. She carried on. "There was no trouble with it earlier because he hasn't exactly trained, or pushed himself hard for the last few years."

There was a definite mumble of Kakarot's Baka Brat, from Vegeta if you listened closely between the slurps.

"So now that he training again, he is finding that the costume material isn't as tough as he thought it was. Plus every time he takes a Senzu beam after beating himself half to death, he rips it again, as his muscles expand."

There was no change in noise, as the saiyan, and the demi saiyan rapidly demolished the food. Bulma wondered if she was going to have to program a 'bot to talk to her, as she definitely wasn't going to get a conversation out of those bottomless pits.

"I've given him a version of the Saiyan armour. "

"WHAT!!!" A spray of food smashed onto the floor at the speed of sound. "Why is the spawn of Kakarot suddenly training?"

"Nani? Worried Vegie-chan?" It must have been important to remove him from his food long enough for him to talk., mused Bulma.

Vegeta folded his arms defensively. "Of course not Onna! Answer the question."

"Gohan nearly pulverised someone at school! Okay, happy now?"

"Has the disgrace to the Saiyan race not acting like his usually baka self?"

"Yes, well no. It's more like his hormones kicked in." she replied.

"Baka Onna!"

Gohan woke up early. He did this every day now. He would get up when it was still dark, and get up before anyone in the house had even stirred. He would then go far into the forest and train in the GR. The second that he felt Goten or ChiChi wake he would simply arrive back in bed and wait till one of them woke him up.

If ChiChi noticed the increase in appetite, because of his training, she didn't mention it.

In the GR Gohan noticed that his concentration was off. Random Ki blasts were flying around the room. Normal he could dodge them with ease, but with 20 at the same time his awareness was too far spread.

He was cross with himself. He had definitely become weaker then he was at the Cell games. Plus he forgotten to rely on his instincts, and instead tried to avoid the ki blasts by using only sight. This left his back undefended, which also explained the large, singed and bloody wound on his shoulder,

He was debating whether or not to blind fold himself to help improve his instincts, when he cocked his head. Damn Goten was up.

Capsuling the GR he ran full speed back to the house, with his ki as low as possible. He jumped though the open window, and slipped under the cover of his bed. He could sense that his brother was outside the door.

The door creaked. Gohan peeked out of closed lids. Goten sneaked in carrying what appeared to be a large bucket of water.

The teen grinned, as he realised what his brother was trying to do. The chibi sneaked up with Ki lowered so much that it was barley traceable, raised the bucket and tipped it all over him. Fortunately Gohan erected a Ki shield, which evaporated the water before it hit.

"Oh, Ni-chan"

"Good trick Goten, but it didn't work this time."

"Well I nearly did." The chibi jumped up and perched on the end of the bed. "Aren't you gonna get up now?"

Gohan was about to throw off his covers and leap out of bed when he realised that he was still wearing his saiyaman outfit. He fingered his watch and pressed the button. He prayed that Goten wouldn't notice the blankets suddenly decrease.

There was a very small popping sound. Goten didn't notice, as he was busy talking about something that he did with Trunks.

Lifting the covers off, he noticed something worse. His shoulder was still bleeding, and had drenched his bed while he was lying there. He was shirtless at the moment and the second that Goten saw that wound he would know that something was wrong.

"Ummm, Goten why don't you go and catch a big fish for breakfast."

"Yay, food, yum," the chibi yelled as he hightailed it out of the room.

Gohan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wait, why aren't you coming?" Asked the chibi who sprinted back as fast as he had left…

"I….-I've got to get something first"

Goten looked suspicious

"What 'Ni-chan? Can I help?"

"Well…"

Goten looked hopeful. "Your not…going back to sleep again are you?"

"I don't think so."

"Okay," Goten said it as if he didn't believe it. Gohan knew that he would have to keep an eye out encase Goten just HAD to practise his practical joke again.

Goten ran out of the room again, and this time went in the direction of the lake.

Gohan sighed with relief. Again.

He pulled off his covers. And gasped.

The whole bed was drenched in blood. His must have hit an artery or something, or quite a few arteries judging by hole in his shoulder.

He walked over to his bookcase, and opened a pouch that was on the top shelf. Poking a finger into it he realised that it was empty. Great that meant his was out of senzus too.

He had very little time to do anything. He would have to clean the blankets and make the wound disappear, all before appearing on time. Not to mention eat enough food so he wouldn't make the school quake, every time his stomach rumbled.

This was SO never going to work.

"Why, exactly is Kakarot's brat training?"

"Didn't I just tell you? He NEARLY PULVERISED SOMEONE AT SCHOOL!"

"Weakling humans", Vegeta muttered." They die if you just sneeze at them." He gave a quick worried glance to his son, before quickly correcting himself. "Not that a saiya-jin would ever sneeze at anything because of this puny planet…"

Trunks didn't notice, but Bulma did. "Baka, know-it-all Onna." He muttered before walking back into his GR room.

Gohan stood in his mothers' room, as he watched her slow, uneven breathing, broken by quick fits of coughing.

He was in shock, it was bad enough that he was probably bleeding to death, but then his mother yells that she is sick. The woman that can easily take on a Super Saiyan by pure yelling power, was SICK!!!

Yet that wasn't the reason why he was worried. He was worried, because of a certain request that's his mother wanted him to do. Bulma was busy, no other people would take on a certain demi-saiyan for the day.

He rubbed his ears wondering if he heard his mother correctly. He

"YOU WANT ME TO TAKE GOTEN TO MY SCHOOL!"

Thanks for reading, you all deserve a medal for reading such a bad fic. Or maybe a cookie *Looks in cookie bag* *Sees that bag is empty.* Wah, How about Ice-cream instead?

Yep you guessed it, filler chapter, that's if you can't guess by the title.

(Story Byte that's not going to happen)

"Is it a bird? Is it a plane?"

"Nah it's just a flying guy in an orange Gi."

"Dad?"

"Hi son, Do you know what I'm doing here? One second I'm dead, the next I'm stuck in this lame fic."

"Ummmm…"

*Stands on top of a tall building* I will get rid of myself, to liberate the net from bad fanfic's! *Sees how high building is*, ummmm maybe not. *Slips on banana peel* Whoops.