It has been seven years since the terrible battle with Cell. The Earth has healed and the people live in peace once again. Satan Videl, the daughter of the man who claimed to have saved the world from Cell, was a unofficial member of the Orange City police force and constantly helped them battle criminals. And some guy in a freaky costume calling himself "the Great Saiyaman" had started helping her. And he had incredible abilities: he was incredibly strong, he could fly, and he was absolutely fearless.
Pegaro shakes his head and the thoughts of fighting crime. He was a high school teacher now. Quite a feat for a guy who had lived on the streets practically his entire life. As he enters the classroom, he sees that this would definitely be no easy feat educating these kids. In fact, only a couple of them even appeared to be literate.
"Class, my name is Mr. Kawada, and I will be your new teacher since Mr. Hozumi had a nervous breakdown and is currently seeking medical help," he says. As he calls out the roster, he sees a name that brought back memories.
"Son Gohan," he calls out. A spiky-haired teen with black hair and an innocent face answers the name. Pegaro looks in the eyes of the youth and sees a familiar gleam. Grinning, Pegaro finishes calling out the roster and begins class.
At lunch, Pegaro locates Gohan. He wanted to find out if his hunch was correct. He spots Gohan sitting and eating with Videl, Sharpener, and Erasa. He walks over to the small group.
"Mind if I join you?" he asks.
"Mr. Kawada!" Gohan says, staring at his new teacher.
"Sir, don't the teacher's normally eat in the teacher's lounge?" Videl asks.
"I can't stand the food there," Pegaro says with a smirk, "it's too rich for my taste. I grew up on the streets, looking after a group of kids that were orphaned due to a natural disaster."
"Wow, that's so cool," Erasa comments. Sharpener just looks at his teacher with a haughty attitude.
"So, Gohan, where do you live?" Pegaro asks. And Gohan tells him exactly what he had told Erasa when she had asked him.
"Right by Mount Paoz in the forest," Pegaro adds. Gohan just stares at him.
"Sir, how did you know that? "he asks.
"Thats what you told me 11 years ago when you were on your way home," Pegaro says with a grin.
"Pegaro?" Gohan says, staring at his long time friend.
"I'm surprised you remember me kid," Pegaro chuckles, "it's been 11 years, after all. So, have you been taking care of your mom?"
"I sure have," Gohan says, nodding his head, "and my little brother. It's been tough on us without dad being around, but grandpa has helped out a lot and so have all of our friends."
"That's good to hear," Pegaro says as he begins to eat his lunch. Videl, Sharpener, and Erasa all just stare in wonder as Gohan chats easily with their newest teacher like they were old friends.
"So Gohan, how do you know Mr. Kawada?" Videl asks.
"Well, I was on my way home by boat when a storm came up and shipwrecked me," Gohan begins, "I was found by a group of orphans who had been orphaned due to a tidal wave 4 years before that. Pegaro was their leader, protector, and hero."
"Don't forget that you helped protect them as well when the people from the Home came for the kids that day," Pegaro says with a smile, "I'm still surprised you cut through the handcuffs they had on me and the side of that car with the sword you had."
"I still remember their faces as clear as if it had just happened," Gohan chuckles, "they were scared so much I think they soiled themselves." Pegaro laughs at that thought.
"I was scared for a moment," he admits, "I thought you were gonna cut me in half with that slash as well."
"I'd have never done that," Gohan says meekly, "you were a friend and you were gonna help me get back home. I couldn't hurt you." Videl, Sharpener, and Erasa all look at Gohan funny. Gohan and their teacher were talking about Gohan using a sword? But he was so innocent and charming. How could he be a fighter?
"Well, you certainly had me scared," Pegaro says. He takes another bite of his sandwich.
"Have you kept in contact with the other kids?" Gohan asks softly. Pegaro sighs. "No, I haven't even come across any of them since that day," Pegaro says wistfully, "and even if I did, they would probably hate me. They probably think I betrayed them."
"You mean like I thought until you explained it to me?" Gohan asks.
"You mean after I beat the sense into you," Pegaro mutters, "or have you forgotten?"
"I haven't forgotten," Gohan replies, "but I don't think any of the other kids blame you. They are probably very happy with their new families."
"I hope so," Pegaro says, "to this day I still wonder if I made the right choice."
"You did Pegaro," Gohan says, resting his hand on his old friend's shoulder, "I'm sure of it."
The bell rings, signaling that lunch was over. Gohan had hardly eaten anything, which left Pegaro wondering.
After school, Gohan walks up to Pegaro. "Hey Pegaro, I was wondering if you would like to come over to my house for dinner," he says, "my mom would love to meet an old friend of mine. The only friends I've had were friends of my dad's. She sent me to school to further my education, but I think she also sent me to make some friends."
"Sure Gohan," Pregaro says, "I'd love to meet your parents."
"You won't be meeting my dad," Gohan says softly, his face showing great sadness.
"Why not?" Pegaro asks carefully. He could tell this was a sensitive subject for Gohan.
"Remember the guy with the golden yellow hair at the Cell games?" Gohan asks, making sure no one else could hear him.
"That was your dad?" Pegaro asks calmly, carefully keeping his voice low so others don't hear them talking. Gohan nods his head.
"He died fighting Cell, didn't he?" Pegaro asks, resting a hand on Gohan shoulder.
"Cell was gonna self destruct and take the entire planet with him," Gohan explains, fighting to hold back the tears, "dad had the ability to teleport. He grabbed Cell and teleported him into Otherworld, the land of the dead. He sacrificed himself to destroy Cell."
"But Cell returned, didn't he?" Pegaro asks, "and you were the boy who fought him."
Gohan turns his head sharply to look at Pegaro. "How did you know?" he hisses, his face pale white.
"The way you explained it all," Pegaro says, "the only way you could do that was if you were there. You being that little boy was the only possible explanation."
"I could have destroyed Cell easily," Gohan says, the tears now forming in his eyes, "but I wanted him to suffer for all of the things he had done. Always before, when I was on the front lines to fight to save the planet, I would get scared and choke and someone, usually my dad or Mr. Piccolo, would have to come and save everyone. But when I finally had the power to fight and not end up with someone else coming to save me, I became overconfident and Cell nearly destroy everything."
"It's okay Gohan," Pegaro says, "Cell is dead, gone forever. He's never coming back. Your dad did a noble thing. And you're a hero."
"And you are one of the select few who know this," Gohan says quickly, "my dads friends, their family, and my family are the only ones who know this. I don't care for the publicity. I don't want it at all."
"Understandable," Pegaro replies, "shall we go? I know you can probably fly faster than a jet, but I can't and it's a long way to where you live."
"And it wouldn't do for your dignity if I carried you to my home to meet my mom," Gohan says with a grin, "she'd probably hit me with her frying pan if I carried one of my teachers home."
"Well, I have a few things to put away anyway," Pegaro says, "so you can go ahead and go home and tell your mom beforehand."
"Right," Gohan nods, "and Pegaro?"
"Yes Gohan?" Pegaro asks, "what is it?"
"Don't mention me being a fighter anymore," Gohan asks, "I'm supposed to be a nerd and I actually like that image. Its what my mom wants for me, and I prefer being a nerd to fighting."
"No problem Gohan," Pegaro says with a smile, "you're secret is safe with me."
Gohan nods and heads for the roof. Upon reaching the roof, he looks around and presses a button on his watch. The costume of the Great Saiyaman appears around him and he takes off, heading for home.
Well, what did you think of the first real chapter of my first DBZ fic? Well, maybe not my first, but the first I've had the guts to post. My other DBZ fics are odd self-insertions, but this one is actually good. Of course, I might still insert myself somehow. Probably not. Its no fun at times because it just ruins the story. There might be original characters here, but that is all I really have planned. Please review. And if you have any suggestions or character personality tips, please tell me. I may be a huge DBZ fan, but there are only a few characters that I could properly write in character. You can e-mail me at Warrior6018@yahoo.com I appreciate any and all help I get with this fic.
Pegaro shakes his head and the thoughts of fighting crime. He was a high school teacher now. Quite a feat for a guy who had lived on the streets practically his entire life. As he enters the classroom, he sees that this would definitely be no easy feat educating these kids. In fact, only a couple of them even appeared to be literate.
"Class, my name is Mr. Kawada, and I will be your new teacher since Mr. Hozumi had a nervous breakdown and is currently seeking medical help," he says. As he calls out the roster, he sees a name that brought back memories.
"Son Gohan," he calls out. A spiky-haired teen with black hair and an innocent face answers the name. Pegaro looks in the eyes of the youth and sees a familiar gleam. Grinning, Pegaro finishes calling out the roster and begins class.
At lunch, Pegaro locates Gohan. He wanted to find out if his hunch was correct. He spots Gohan sitting and eating with Videl, Sharpener, and Erasa. He walks over to the small group.
"Mind if I join you?" he asks.
"Mr. Kawada!" Gohan says, staring at his new teacher.
"Sir, don't the teacher's normally eat in the teacher's lounge?" Videl asks.
"I can't stand the food there," Pegaro says with a smirk, "it's too rich for my taste. I grew up on the streets, looking after a group of kids that were orphaned due to a natural disaster."
"Wow, that's so cool," Erasa comments. Sharpener just looks at his teacher with a haughty attitude.
"So, Gohan, where do you live?" Pegaro asks. And Gohan tells him exactly what he had told Erasa when she had asked him.
"Right by Mount Paoz in the forest," Pegaro adds. Gohan just stares at him.
"Sir, how did you know that? "he asks.
"Thats what you told me 11 years ago when you were on your way home," Pegaro says with a grin.
"Pegaro?" Gohan says, staring at his long time friend.
"I'm surprised you remember me kid," Pegaro chuckles, "it's been 11 years, after all. So, have you been taking care of your mom?"
"I sure have," Gohan says, nodding his head, "and my little brother. It's been tough on us without dad being around, but grandpa has helped out a lot and so have all of our friends."
"That's good to hear," Pegaro says as he begins to eat his lunch. Videl, Sharpener, and Erasa all just stare in wonder as Gohan chats easily with their newest teacher like they were old friends.
"So Gohan, how do you know Mr. Kawada?" Videl asks.
"Well, I was on my way home by boat when a storm came up and shipwrecked me," Gohan begins, "I was found by a group of orphans who had been orphaned due to a tidal wave 4 years before that. Pegaro was their leader, protector, and hero."
"Don't forget that you helped protect them as well when the people from the Home came for the kids that day," Pegaro says with a smile, "I'm still surprised you cut through the handcuffs they had on me and the side of that car with the sword you had."
"I still remember their faces as clear as if it had just happened," Gohan chuckles, "they were scared so much I think they soiled themselves." Pegaro laughs at that thought.
"I was scared for a moment," he admits, "I thought you were gonna cut me in half with that slash as well."
"I'd have never done that," Gohan says meekly, "you were a friend and you were gonna help me get back home. I couldn't hurt you." Videl, Sharpener, and Erasa all look at Gohan funny. Gohan and their teacher were talking about Gohan using a sword? But he was so innocent and charming. How could he be a fighter?
"Well, you certainly had me scared," Pegaro says. He takes another bite of his sandwich.
"Have you kept in contact with the other kids?" Gohan asks softly. Pegaro sighs. "No, I haven't even come across any of them since that day," Pegaro says wistfully, "and even if I did, they would probably hate me. They probably think I betrayed them."
"You mean like I thought until you explained it to me?" Gohan asks.
"You mean after I beat the sense into you," Pegaro mutters, "or have you forgotten?"
"I haven't forgotten," Gohan replies, "but I don't think any of the other kids blame you. They are probably very happy with their new families."
"I hope so," Pegaro says, "to this day I still wonder if I made the right choice."
"You did Pegaro," Gohan says, resting his hand on his old friend's shoulder, "I'm sure of it."
The bell rings, signaling that lunch was over. Gohan had hardly eaten anything, which left Pegaro wondering.
After school, Gohan walks up to Pegaro. "Hey Pegaro, I was wondering if you would like to come over to my house for dinner," he says, "my mom would love to meet an old friend of mine. The only friends I've had were friends of my dad's. She sent me to school to further my education, but I think she also sent me to make some friends."
"Sure Gohan," Pregaro says, "I'd love to meet your parents."
"You won't be meeting my dad," Gohan says softly, his face showing great sadness.
"Why not?" Pegaro asks carefully. He could tell this was a sensitive subject for Gohan.
"Remember the guy with the golden yellow hair at the Cell games?" Gohan asks, making sure no one else could hear him.
"That was your dad?" Pegaro asks calmly, carefully keeping his voice low so others don't hear them talking. Gohan nods his head.
"He died fighting Cell, didn't he?" Pegaro asks, resting a hand on Gohan shoulder.
"Cell was gonna self destruct and take the entire planet with him," Gohan explains, fighting to hold back the tears, "dad had the ability to teleport. He grabbed Cell and teleported him into Otherworld, the land of the dead. He sacrificed himself to destroy Cell."
"But Cell returned, didn't he?" Pegaro asks, "and you were the boy who fought him."
Gohan turns his head sharply to look at Pegaro. "How did you know?" he hisses, his face pale white.
"The way you explained it all," Pegaro says, "the only way you could do that was if you were there. You being that little boy was the only possible explanation."
"I could have destroyed Cell easily," Gohan says, the tears now forming in his eyes, "but I wanted him to suffer for all of the things he had done. Always before, when I was on the front lines to fight to save the planet, I would get scared and choke and someone, usually my dad or Mr. Piccolo, would have to come and save everyone. But when I finally had the power to fight and not end up with someone else coming to save me, I became overconfident and Cell nearly destroy everything."
"It's okay Gohan," Pegaro says, "Cell is dead, gone forever. He's never coming back. Your dad did a noble thing. And you're a hero."
"And you are one of the select few who know this," Gohan says quickly, "my dads friends, their family, and my family are the only ones who know this. I don't care for the publicity. I don't want it at all."
"Understandable," Pegaro replies, "shall we go? I know you can probably fly faster than a jet, but I can't and it's a long way to where you live."
"And it wouldn't do for your dignity if I carried you to my home to meet my mom," Gohan says with a grin, "she'd probably hit me with her frying pan if I carried one of my teachers home."
"Well, I have a few things to put away anyway," Pegaro says, "so you can go ahead and go home and tell your mom beforehand."
"Right," Gohan nods, "and Pegaro?"
"Yes Gohan?" Pegaro asks, "what is it?"
"Don't mention me being a fighter anymore," Gohan asks, "I'm supposed to be a nerd and I actually like that image. Its what my mom wants for me, and I prefer being a nerd to fighting."
"No problem Gohan," Pegaro says with a smile, "you're secret is safe with me."
Gohan nods and heads for the roof. Upon reaching the roof, he looks around and presses a button on his watch. The costume of the Great Saiyaman appears around him and he takes off, heading for home.
Well, what did you think of the first real chapter of my first DBZ fic? Well, maybe not my first, but the first I've had the guts to post. My other DBZ fics are odd self-insertions, but this one is actually good. Of course, I might still insert myself somehow. Probably not. Its no fun at times because it just ruins the story. There might be original characters here, but that is all I really have planned. Please review. And if you have any suggestions or character personality tips, please tell me. I may be a huge DBZ fan, but there are only a few characters that I could properly write in character. You can e-mail me at Warrior6018@yahoo.com I appreciate any and all help I get with this fic.