Chapter 2: Creation of Saiyaman

All I knew was at this point in time; I needed a means to cover up what I really was. If I dared to go around showing everyone this power, then I would indeed be doomed socially, and my social life wasn't really much to speak of.  So what was I to do?

For some odd reason, the best idea that came to my head was to go see Bulma, if anyone had an idea for something creative, it would be her inventive mind. Taking Nimbus again, I made way to Capsule Corp, right in the heart of Satan City. I moved quickly, I had to get home soon so I could finish my homework. Seemed kinda odd, homework on the first day...anyway, to Capsule Corp. Opening the door, I called in, "Hello, anybody home?" the response was not quick, however, Bulma's calm voice soon filled the opening hallway of the large yellow dome.

"Hello?" She asked, I guess my voice really wasn't that familiar, it had been a while

"Hey Bulma, it's Gohan." She walked out into the hallway as I said that, and stopped, with a curious smile on her face, "My word, you have grown a bit, and look at the outfit, you're going to Orange Star High aren'tcha?"

I smiled with a tiny blush; this woman knew how to make a loner guy slightly uneasy. I put my hand behind my head, "Yeah, I'm going to the high school, and thank you for the compliment Bulma. But actually I have a favor to ask, since you're the resident tech girl."

She nodded, a slightly sterner look coming across her face. She always looked somewhat cute when she did...WAAHH what was I thinking...this woman is old enough to be my mom.

"Well Gohan, what do you need?"
I managed to gather up my scattered brain waves before some contraption of hers picked up on it, "I need you to make me a costume, to help me hide my powers...as well helping me keep my identity secret."

As quick as lighting her face changed to a look of perplexity; she's fast, "Secret identity, are you a superhero or something?"

"Thinking of it."

Just then I heard a young voice from around the corner, c'mon, if you don't know, what young man lives at this house. Soon, a little purple headed squirt ripped around the corner, "What about superheroes? You're becoming a superhero Gohan??" No, Trunks wasn't excited, judging by his slight jump.

"Well...not really, I just want to help, that's all." I smiled.

"Pfft, your no fun."

Bulma cut in here, "Trunks, how about you go take Gohan for a tour while I go get his costume ready."

Trunks looked at his mom with a look of questioning and that look as if she had three heads, "But mom...he's seen the building already." She gave him a nudge, before walking off into...well...I really had no idea; I'd never really seen her workshop before.

Meanwhile for the next few hours Trunks and I walked around, talking about various aspects of each of our lives. This was really the first time it dawned on me that the life of a teenage Human-Saiyan was a lot different then the life that a kid like Trunks or Goten would lead. I mean, I know there is the common differences, but it all seems so much more amplified when your part Saiyan. It was kind of enlightening, you know, in the cosmic kind of way. What was two hours seemed like 10 long minutes, and soon, Bulma's voice was chiming through the rooms of the big yellow structure, "Gohan, I'm finished." I partially jumped, mostly happy for being able to go home very soon, since mom always made a fuss if I was late, anytime, for any reason. Going down the stairs at my lackadaisical teenage pace, I saw the blue haired mother of my little friend holding something that more resembled a Rolex then a costume.

"Umm..Bulma, is that all?" I asked, mostly confused. It must have shown on my face, because it instilled a laugh from Bulma.

"Yes you goofball, I installed the costume into the watch."

"You can do that?"

She handed the watch to me, "Try it."

I took the watch and looked it over curiously, before slipping it over my wrist. Wow, she even managed to make a watch that fitted my wrist perfectly, then again, her husband was a Saiyan, and her son was a half-breed, guess I shouldn't be so surprised. I looked at it for a moment longer, before Bulma pointed to a lonely black button, "press that one Gohan."

Nodding like the foolish teen I was, I pushed the button, and, through the miracle of modern technology, the outline of a costume started to appear over me. I almost no time, my body was covered by an all-concealing cover. Looking into a near-by mirror, I was shocked and contented, for the costume I was wearing made me feel like I could actually make a difference in the world again. "Wow Bulma, this is awesome!" I spouted, as I looked the costume over. Green tunic, I like green, it's the colour of grass, I like grass too. (Isn't my logic funny?). The black undershirt and pants was fitting, it help added to the whole "mystery" look I was attempting to convey to everyone. The cape was a nice touch, it added a needed colour. Red, the colour of passion, and strength, also, I remember reading a comic when I was younger that had some sort of superhero that had a red cape; all I can remember is that he was really strong, heh, just like me. The only thing that partially perplexed me was the helmet, it looked like...

"Mom, he looks like a beetle." ...My word, Trunks could read my mind. What? That's what I thought of the helmet as well.

"Now Trunks, don't insult your mother's work, I think it serves it purpose perfectly." I said with my gentle smile.

"Glad you like it Gohan, I think it's one of my best pieces." She smiled as she looked at her watch, "Oh my, it's five already, better make supper."

FIVE ALREADY!?!?! I needed to get home quick, or mom was going to start weaving story how some kids had picked on me and I ran away. Fearing for my future social life, which was still quite small, I grabbed my book bag and turned off the costume. "I better be going home now, thanks very much Bulma. See you later Trunks." I ran out the door, though not before Trunks managed to yell, "See you later Beetle Man!" I could have hurt him, but that would take time. Into the setting sun I took flight, hoping to get home before too long. I had the lingering feeling that Goten was being subjected to mindless torture at the hands of mom. But who can blame him, if dad wasn't there to take the heat; at least his little clone was there to ease the pain. What a day; come to think of it, the sky was so fitting, it was beautiful, yet slightly disrupted, but break taking none the less.