Chapter 2 World Martial Arts.
Later that day, after Anwan had come back from the doctors appointment, a clean bill of health, he returned to school because there was still four hours of school left. So instead of running around to all the different classes like most of the students were doing, he grabbed at least four stacks of books to hide behind and started reading them in the library, which was thankfully empty except the librarian. Anwan was well into his seventh book when he noticed that several strong Ki's coming his way.
There was no way he would be able to get out of this one without disappearing completely. That gave him an idea. With an evil grin he grabbed his knapsack, which was his book bag, and pulled out a watch like thing and pressed several buttons into the machine before hitting the black button on the side. Anwan put the watch like device on and he, along with the books, disappeared from sight. The librarian hadn't been looking, so when she turned around she got a shock when Anwan and his books weren't there. Anwan picked up the three small stacks of books and went to put them away. He looked up a few moments later to spot the Briefs and the Son's enter the library.
"I know he was in here, he had three stacks of books right over there. Then he just disappeared." Pan, his niece complained.
"Maybe it was just wishful thinking." Gohan said softly, throwing an arm around her shoulder.
"I know it was him!" she cried, throwing the arm off.
"Look, we all know it has to be Goten, you heard Mr. Tenchino, he doesn't remember us, either that or he's lying through his teeth," Vegeta said.
"Goten wouldn't lie, I may not have known my son, but I know that no Son would lie!" Goku growled, actually angered. Goten was shocked that his father would stick up for him even if he didn't know him. Goten shook his head, too many things suppressed for too long. "Hey! Maybe we could use the dragon balls to get Goten back! Make him remember!"
"For once you've got a good idea Kakkarott." Vegeta said with a smirk.
"We already have six of them here between us. Why don't you use that instant transmission thing to get the seventh and we can make the wish right now." Bulma said, agreeing with the idea.
Anwan had heard enough. What the heck was a Dragon Ball? He couldn't quiet remember. He knew it was some kind of mystic magical something. He growled inwardly and tightened his bag around his chest, throwing one strap over he shoulder. The only exit out of the library was being blocked, so he took flight and ever so carefully flew over the short man's head, Vegeta, he thought that was his name anyway. The man shot his head up when he smelled something above him, he also felt a breeze. "Spilt up, he's in here, I can smell him." Gohan, Goku, Pan, Bra, Trunks, and Vegeta stuck their noses in the air and also smelt someone. It was Goten all right.
Goten landed in an old abandoned classroom and turned the watch. He had forgotten about scent. He pulled out his History Book and began to read the last chapter. He had of course read the whole thing four or five times now, when he was younger too, but he liked the theoretical History before mankind. He was kept his Ki spread out incase the others would come looking for him again. When the bell rang, he decided to walk home, taking the long way instead of cutting in front of Capsule Corp, fearing another confrontation with the short man Vegeta. Slowly, he was slowly remembering. He did not want to remember, but for some reason he was. Was it homesickness? No it couldn't be that. He was angry with them, what for he didn't know anymore, but he was still angry with them. He would continue to ignore them. As he was walking, the sky suddenly overcastted with dark black clouds and a large dragon suddenly appeared in the air. The dragon appeared to be listening to something or someone because it nodded and said something he couldn't hear. Anwan decided to ignore it and go home, probably some concert or another. He was thinking so hard he didn't notice that he was in front of Capsule Corp, the last place he wanted to be. His feet seemed to be doing the walking, not him. It was as if someone were dragging him there.
Stumbling into the yard, getting shocked all to hell by the wire fences and fell onto the ground. He started to float in the air and then he was flung into the dragon. With a silent scream of fear all went black.
Who was he? Tenchino Anwan? Or Son Goten? Why was he here? Why couldn't he see anything? Wait, he could see images, in his mind. Memories collided with other memories, ones he purposely suppressed. He was remembering his past. With a roar he tried to block them but it did no good. He was flung from the warmth of the dragon's belly to the ground.
"NO!" He screamed. "I DON'T WANT TO REMEMBER! ITS TOO MUCH I HATE ALL OF YOU!" He shouted. He, without any thinking, took off into the air, one hand covering his eyes and one out straight behind him, keeping him balanced in the air. Lighting struck through the sky and rain started poring from the heavens above. But Anwan/Goten didn't pay it any mind. He just kept flying. He didn't want to remember, it hurt too much to remember, being isolated from everybody else, always being yelled at, he just couldn't take it anymore. He, somewhere at the back of his mind, felt several Ki's following him. He somehow put on several bursts of high speed and lost them. He went north and they were headed Northeast. Something struck Anwan/Goten in the back and he fell toward the ground. Vaguely he felt warm arms close around him and taken him inside to warmth, and then he blacked out.
Anwan/Goten opened his eyes. He remembered everything, the anger, the hatred everything. He also noticed he was in a warm bed and not a sleeping pallet on the floor. He turned his head to the side, spying his Foster Mother changing his cold compress for his forehead. "Mom?" he asked, confused for a few moments. "Ohh, good, you finally came to your senses. We were so worried when you fell out of the sky, just like the first time we found you." She said, smiling brightly.
"I think I was hit with lighting again, cause I remember everything. I had run away from home, because everyone was ignoring me, or yelling at me, or not paying me any attention. I never got to train and...and." Anwan/Goten stared blankly at his foster mother, trailing off. "My back hurts." he mumbled, before closing his eyes. He slept for another two days straight before actually sitting up in bed. He had come to the conclusion that he was both Anwan and Goten, but he didn't really know the difference between the two. He was very confused and he didn't know left or right. "Hey son, feeling better?" his Grandpa called from the kitchen.
"Starving." He said with a half smile. "Confused," he sat at the table pulling a plate toward him, "And my back is killing me." He said, rubbing the burnt skin.
"Well, we decided you got hit by lighting. Want to tell us what you remembered? Your mother says you ran away from home."
Anwan/Goten nodded his head. "Ya, I did, I remember why, and I remember the anger, but I can't really describe why I didn't do something different. I was being ignored, no one wanted anything to do with me except to watch Pan or clean or do something around the house. No one ever wanted to train with me. It was just kinda a big deal back then to train and become as strong as possible. I don't know why, I guess its in my blood, and I'm confused at who I am anymore. Am I Tenchino Anwan? Or Son Goten? I just need some time to think." Anwan/Goten started to eat, a lot slower then he normally did. "How long was I out?" he asked.
"Three days." His Foster Mother said.
"Well, there's something that might cheer you up. The world's martial arts contest is coming up in six months. Sense your mother and I believe that you are way past the levels in school, were going to allow you to stay home the rest of the school year so you can train for it. But you will have to study while you are here." His Grandpa smiled. Anwan/Goten nodded, shoveling food faster into his mouth back at his normal pace. "You know, there's an old cabin I used to use when your mother was alive, Anna, it'd be a good place for you to train Anwan." Again Anwan/Goten nodded,
"Thanks Grandpa." He said, after finishing his seventh helping of bacon and eggs he went up stairs to get a shower and change. He spent a long time under the spray, knowing that he had been out for days. When he was done he dressed in his training Gi, which was strangely white, and left through his window. Unbeknownst to him, his Grandpa had called his real parents a few minuets after he had left the house. They were on there was over to talk, his Grandpa knowing that Anwan would be out hours training. He turned once and was shocked to find a whole group of people in his small kitchen.
"What the..."
"Opps, sorry sir, everyone get out of the kitchen!" Bulma cried, everyone started filing backward into the living room, which scared Anna half to death. "Sorry, were Goten's friends and family," Bulma said.
Anna nodded. "Please have a seat." Anna could have swore that the tall man in the Orange Gi was her Anwan but she noticed that Anwan never wore Orange, only white.
"I've asked you to come because Anwan, or your Goten, is very confused right now, he doesn't know what to believe, and strangely enough he was hit by lighting, I think that's what jogged his memory. But he isn't ready to do anything quite yet. He's said that he ran away from home, something about always being ignored and no one wanted to train. I think I know where that would come from seeing as your families all train in martial arts. Right now Anwan just needs time and I was wondering if you could give it too him. I'm pretty sure that he'll be fighting in the worlds martial arts contest, so maybe he'll have everything worked out by then."
"NO WAY I WANT MY GOTEN RIGHT THIS INSTANT! WHERE IS HE?" Chi-chi shouted, cause every Saiya-jin in the room to wince. Grandpa exchanged looks with Anna.
"I think that's the other reason dear." He said, Anna nodded, fully understanding, no one would want to be around that woman when she was angry. "I'm sorry ma'am, but I made sure Anwan didn't know of this meeting and that's they way it needs to be right now. He'll come back, I promise you that. Now, he'll be home in a few hours, so would you like to talk about him? I'm strangely curious as to how he's been raised as a fighter."
Anwan/Goten kicked the after image of himself several hundred times before it disappeared completely. Then he decided that he would go and build something useful. He went into the hidden cave he used as a work site. Pushing the large bolder aside, he entered the darkened area. He lit several candles with his Ki, lighting the whole place up like a Christmas tree. He sat at a long, wooden worktable and started on another form of a Ki damper. It wasn't an earring shape like the ones in his ear, and he knew he couldn't fight with a ring on, several reasons. One being it could get caught on something and rip his finger or hand off in a instant, and the other being that he felt rings were bulky and off balance. Anwan/Goten, whom was very smart at the age of sixteen, was looking into a microscope at a thin metal wire. At a closer inspection, the person looking at it would see several small, tiny, colored wires and even a small flashing light. Taking a pair of tweezers, he connected the last wire in place and removed his hat. He ripped the seams of the hat and gently shoved the wire inside, sewing the seam back up. Shoving the hat back on his head he grinned, now he could take off his earrings in the match should he decide to fight in the World Martial Arts contest. He picked up a bulky object to his right. He didn't know what it was, but he was building it, like someone was guiding him. His tail absently wrapped itself around his waist, happy not to be shoved in a pair of hot baggy pants today. Anwan/Goten slowly picked up a screwdriver and began to add wires randomly here and there, not sure what he was doing, but doing it anyway.
The weeks went by and fall faded into winter Anwan/Goten trained hard. He was already SSJ2 and headed up to three. It wouldn't take long to get there either. Over the months that flew by, nothing really happened. Nothing Earth shattering anyway. On Christmas Eve, sense he remembered that he now had other parents, he decided to get the gifts. He mailed them with no return address.
A month before the tournament he decided that he would try and call his parents to talk to them, but he wasn't really sure. After a dozen or so prank calls, he finally was able to stay on the line. Gohan had picked up the phone. "Hello, Son residence how may I help you?"
Anwan/Goten was quiet for a few more seconds before he said a shaky, "Hello?" There was a sharp intake of air on the other line. Anwan/Goten thought it was an angry jester and was about to hang up when Gohan spoke again.
"Goten? Is that really you?"
Anwan/Goten hesitated a few seconds before answering. "Not really, I don't know who I am anymore, I want to talk to Goku." Was all he said.
"Uh ya sure hold on, DAD! DAD! HURRY UP ITS GOTEN!" "WHAT~ MY BABYS ON THE PHONE!" Chi-chi picked up the other line and started talking a million miles a second, Anwan/Goten hung up the phone, angry and scared at the same time. The rest of that month passed in relative quietness. Anwan/Goten threw himself into his training. He soon achieved SSJ3. He took the exams that the school had sent through the mail and passed with flying colors. Then the tournament started.
When he arrived he had to hit some stupid punching machine. He downed his power way down and got a 138 which was good for a human. He felt his families Ki's here, so he headed for the guy's locker room, changing into his White Gi in the bathroom. He made sure his tail was wrapped around his waist like a belt before leaving. He was soon entered into the elimination rounds. He had to down his power way down, but it was still too easy. He noticed that his family, the ones who were fighting, was watching him. But after every match, he managed to evade them, using his watch like device to disappear from their sights. After the elimination rounds, he had to draw a number. He made sure everyone was gone before he walked up and drew a number. He got number 8. He soon found out that number seven, his opponent, was none other then Krillen. He stayed to the shadows, making sure no one noticed him. His father, he noticed, looked just like him except for the Orange Gi.
He'd been meditating in a corner, covered in all shadows so his face and cloths couldn't really been seen. What there could be seen was bathed in harsh orange lights, making his white Gi look orange. Krillen made the mistake of taking him for his father while his father was off eating something or another. The announcer had decided to do things a bit differently, taking the higher numbers before the lower numbers, making eight and seven first instead of one and two.
"Hey Goku, you seen my opponent Anwan?" Krillen had asked. "I want to see how much of a chance I have against your son." He said with a grin.
The announcer at the moment decided to start the match. "Ya I know where he is, you're looking at him." Anwan/Goten said. His tail flicked out from behind him and wrapped around his waist as he walked out onto the arena. There was a gasp and his name was called, but he ignored it. Piccolo, who'd been watching Anwan/Goten for some time now, noticed the differences in the father and son.
"Would Krillen please enter the ring or forfeit the match!" The announcer called. Krillen quickly went into the ring to see Goten removing his earrings and watch like device.
"I don't want to brake them in the match." He explained to the announcer, as he handed them over to him. The announcer just nodded and took the items. Anwan/Goten got into a fighting position and so did Krillen. "Goten is it really you?" he asked, but it was drowned out by the announcers call to fight.
And Anwan fought, all though he didn't use much of anything strength or Ki wise, he drew out the match, making it look like he was fighting his best. Krillen was soon knocked out of the ring, and out cold. Before the medics could get to Krillen, Anwan/Goten bent and picked up the little man. When he reached the waiting area, he set Krillen on the cold floor, then left without a word while everyone else checked over the little man. Anwan/Goten went back to get his two earrings and his watch, which he put on where he was. With his hat, he didn't need the earrings, though he would with a fight against Vegeta, Goku or Gohan.
He disappeared again, ignoring the calls to his name, once he turned the corner, he turned on the watch like device he had yet to name. When they turned the corner, they saw nor felt no one, they could only smell his scent as he flew in the air. He went back to the waiting area. The second match, Gohan against some new person called Star Fox. Gohan won. The next match was Vegeta V. Goku, Goku won, much to Vegeta's spite. The other matches were boring and Anwan/Goten didn't bother to listen to them. Then it was his turn again. He was fighting his brother.
Anwan/Goten stepped out of the shadows and into the fighting ring, walking side by side next to Gohan, who was strangely quiet. The match was difficult. Anwan removed his hat and both his earrings, knowing that they would not be able to stand his high power levels should he have to go SSJ3, so he suppressed his power way down, not giving anyone any clue as to how strong, or weak, he was. Gohan didn't bother with it, he just powered up until he was right at SSJ but not quite.
The match started and Gohan threw punch after punch that Anwan/Goten dodged with ease, he didn't even bother powering up because his Grandpa had taught him that the easiest way to win a match was to use less force and more brains. So he dodged and with one quick, easy move, he had Gohan on his knees gasping for air. Anwan/Goten was knocked back with a Ki blast and he had to power up to SSJ to block it.
The then match continued, with Gohan watching out for any and all attacks he might throw. Gohan threw punches and kicks, some hit some didn't. It didn't really hurt him, it actually kinda tickled. Anwan/Goten decided that this was probably the best match he would get, seeing as he couldn't fight Vegeta, knowing that Vegeta would fight his all and not purposely lose like he did against Goku. He decided to draw out the match. Gohan noticing that Anwan/Goten wasn't playing his fullest, went SSJ1, then two, and threw a large Kamehameha wave at him, which he deflected with a flick of his wrist. The fight went on and on, but in the end Anwan/Goten won. He had to go to SSJ2, but he won. He stayed in the form, knowing that there was only one more match, the one against his father. So when Goku entered the ring, he turned SSJ2 quicker then he could blink and they started fighting as soon as the announcer said "Fight..." No one on the ground could follow the quick fast movements of the two fighters. Everyone could tell that Goku had the upper hand with fighting because he had more experience, so he was pounding Anwan/Goten into the ground. As a last ditch effort to win, Anwan/Goten used several after images to keep Goku busy while he landed on the ground and powered up to SSJ3. Not only was Vegeta shocked to a pale white face but so was every other known Saiya-jin in that galaxy. The earth was shaking at his power and it made Goku's mouth drop open in surprise. Anwan/Goten quickly knocked his father to the ground outside the ring as soon as the match started up again. Goten flew to the ground, powered down, and walked over to his father.
He frowned, peering at the man who could barely move a muscle. He knelt down next to him and said to him so Goku could here him. "Where were you when I need you most? Where were you when I was being ignored by everyone?" Then and there he knew that he was Goten, he was Anwan too, but he was more saiya-jin then he was human, or acted that way anyway, so he would go by his given name, Goten.
Goten took off, leaving everyone in a state of utter shock. He put on his two earrings and hat, which he had taken from the Announcer before leaving. He shouted that the prize money be given to a charity and he took off into the air, leaving before anyone could stop him. So now his family knew him, knew he was alive, where would he go from here? A small purple man grinned ear to ear, watching at Son Goten/Tenchino Anwan, fly off from his family. Oh no, Goten could not go home yet, he wasn't finished with the invention he was building, millions were counting on it. He would just have to keep Goten away from them for a while.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hiya all, whats up. I hope you like this story, I decided that there aren't enough stories that are about Goten, and Goten alone, so I made this one up. Isn't cool! Goten goes SSJ3 before anyone found out that there was an SSJ3! Well, I think its cool! Please R&R the next chapter is gonna be a bit shorter then this one I know.
So where is Goten going from here? Where can he run to now? Will his conscience let him go home or will his Saiya-jin pride stop him? Who is the small purple man who's watching Goten? What can he do to keep Goten from his family? How will I get any sleep with a plot like this? Whats this about flying screwdrivers? Guess you'll just have to read and find out. See ya next time!
Tabi-Chan
Later that day, after Anwan had come back from the doctors appointment, a clean bill of health, he returned to school because there was still four hours of school left. So instead of running around to all the different classes like most of the students were doing, he grabbed at least four stacks of books to hide behind and started reading them in the library, which was thankfully empty except the librarian. Anwan was well into his seventh book when he noticed that several strong Ki's coming his way.
There was no way he would be able to get out of this one without disappearing completely. That gave him an idea. With an evil grin he grabbed his knapsack, which was his book bag, and pulled out a watch like thing and pressed several buttons into the machine before hitting the black button on the side. Anwan put the watch like device on and he, along with the books, disappeared from sight. The librarian hadn't been looking, so when she turned around she got a shock when Anwan and his books weren't there. Anwan picked up the three small stacks of books and went to put them away. He looked up a few moments later to spot the Briefs and the Son's enter the library.
"I know he was in here, he had three stacks of books right over there. Then he just disappeared." Pan, his niece complained.
"Maybe it was just wishful thinking." Gohan said softly, throwing an arm around her shoulder.
"I know it was him!" she cried, throwing the arm off.
"Look, we all know it has to be Goten, you heard Mr. Tenchino, he doesn't remember us, either that or he's lying through his teeth," Vegeta said.
"Goten wouldn't lie, I may not have known my son, but I know that no Son would lie!" Goku growled, actually angered. Goten was shocked that his father would stick up for him even if he didn't know him. Goten shook his head, too many things suppressed for too long. "Hey! Maybe we could use the dragon balls to get Goten back! Make him remember!"
"For once you've got a good idea Kakkarott." Vegeta said with a smirk.
"We already have six of them here between us. Why don't you use that instant transmission thing to get the seventh and we can make the wish right now." Bulma said, agreeing with the idea.
Anwan had heard enough. What the heck was a Dragon Ball? He couldn't quiet remember. He knew it was some kind of mystic magical something. He growled inwardly and tightened his bag around his chest, throwing one strap over he shoulder. The only exit out of the library was being blocked, so he took flight and ever so carefully flew over the short man's head, Vegeta, he thought that was his name anyway. The man shot his head up when he smelled something above him, he also felt a breeze. "Spilt up, he's in here, I can smell him." Gohan, Goku, Pan, Bra, Trunks, and Vegeta stuck their noses in the air and also smelt someone. It was Goten all right.
Goten landed in an old abandoned classroom and turned the watch. He had forgotten about scent. He pulled out his History Book and began to read the last chapter. He had of course read the whole thing four or five times now, when he was younger too, but he liked the theoretical History before mankind. He was kept his Ki spread out incase the others would come looking for him again. When the bell rang, he decided to walk home, taking the long way instead of cutting in front of Capsule Corp, fearing another confrontation with the short man Vegeta. Slowly, he was slowly remembering. He did not want to remember, but for some reason he was. Was it homesickness? No it couldn't be that. He was angry with them, what for he didn't know anymore, but he was still angry with them. He would continue to ignore them. As he was walking, the sky suddenly overcastted with dark black clouds and a large dragon suddenly appeared in the air. The dragon appeared to be listening to something or someone because it nodded and said something he couldn't hear. Anwan decided to ignore it and go home, probably some concert or another. He was thinking so hard he didn't notice that he was in front of Capsule Corp, the last place he wanted to be. His feet seemed to be doing the walking, not him. It was as if someone were dragging him there.
Stumbling into the yard, getting shocked all to hell by the wire fences and fell onto the ground. He started to float in the air and then he was flung into the dragon. With a silent scream of fear all went black.
Who was he? Tenchino Anwan? Or Son Goten? Why was he here? Why couldn't he see anything? Wait, he could see images, in his mind. Memories collided with other memories, ones he purposely suppressed. He was remembering his past. With a roar he tried to block them but it did no good. He was flung from the warmth of the dragon's belly to the ground.
"NO!" He screamed. "I DON'T WANT TO REMEMBER! ITS TOO MUCH I HATE ALL OF YOU!" He shouted. He, without any thinking, took off into the air, one hand covering his eyes and one out straight behind him, keeping him balanced in the air. Lighting struck through the sky and rain started poring from the heavens above. But Anwan/Goten didn't pay it any mind. He just kept flying. He didn't want to remember, it hurt too much to remember, being isolated from everybody else, always being yelled at, he just couldn't take it anymore. He, somewhere at the back of his mind, felt several Ki's following him. He somehow put on several bursts of high speed and lost them. He went north and they were headed Northeast. Something struck Anwan/Goten in the back and he fell toward the ground. Vaguely he felt warm arms close around him and taken him inside to warmth, and then he blacked out.
Anwan/Goten opened his eyes. He remembered everything, the anger, the hatred everything. He also noticed he was in a warm bed and not a sleeping pallet on the floor. He turned his head to the side, spying his Foster Mother changing his cold compress for his forehead. "Mom?" he asked, confused for a few moments. "Ohh, good, you finally came to your senses. We were so worried when you fell out of the sky, just like the first time we found you." She said, smiling brightly.
"I think I was hit with lighting again, cause I remember everything. I had run away from home, because everyone was ignoring me, or yelling at me, or not paying me any attention. I never got to train and...and." Anwan/Goten stared blankly at his foster mother, trailing off. "My back hurts." he mumbled, before closing his eyes. He slept for another two days straight before actually sitting up in bed. He had come to the conclusion that he was both Anwan and Goten, but he didn't really know the difference between the two. He was very confused and he didn't know left or right. "Hey son, feeling better?" his Grandpa called from the kitchen.
"Starving." He said with a half smile. "Confused," he sat at the table pulling a plate toward him, "And my back is killing me." He said, rubbing the burnt skin.
"Well, we decided you got hit by lighting. Want to tell us what you remembered? Your mother says you ran away from home."
Anwan/Goten nodded his head. "Ya, I did, I remember why, and I remember the anger, but I can't really describe why I didn't do something different. I was being ignored, no one wanted anything to do with me except to watch Pan or clean or do something around the house. No one ever wanted to train with me. It was just kinda a big deal back then to train and become as strong as possible. I don't know why, I guess its in my blood, and I'm confused at who I am anymore. Am I Tenchino Anwan? Or Son Goten? I just need some time to think." Anwan/Goten started to eat, a lot slower then he normally did. "How long was I out?" he asked.
"Three days." His Foster Mother said.
"Well, there's something that might cheer you up. The world's martial arts contest is coming up in six months. Sense your mother and I believe that you are way past the levels in school, were going to allow you to stay home the rest of the school year so you can train for it. But you will have to study while you are here." His Grandpa smiled. Anwan/Goten nodded, shoveling food faster into his mouth back at his normal pace. "You know, there's an old cabin I used to use when your mother was alive, Anna, it'd be a good place for you to train Anwan." Again Anwan/Goten nodded,
"Thanks Grandpa." He said, after finishing his seventh helping of bacon and eggs he went up stairs to get a shower and change. He spent a long time under the spray, knowing that he had been out for days. When he was done he dressed in his training Gi, which was strangely white, and left through his window. Unbeknownst to him, his Grandpa had called his real parents a few minuets after he had left the house. They were on there was over to talk, his Grandpa knowing that Anwan would be out hours training. He turned once and was shocked to find a whole group of people in his small kitchen.
"What the..."
"Opps, sorry sir, everyone get out of the kitchen!" Bulma cried, everyone started filing backward into the living room, which scared Anna half to death. "Sorry, were Goten's friends and family," Bulma said.
Anna nodded. "Please have a seat." Anna could have swore that the tall man in the Orange Gi was her Anwan but she noticed that Anwan never wore Orange, only white.
"I've asked you to come because Anwan, or your Goten, is very confused right now, he doesn't know what to believe, and strangely enough he was hit by lighting, I think that's what jogged his memory. But he isn't ready to do anything quite yet. He's said that he ran away from home, something about always being ignored and no one wanted to train. I think I know where that would come from seeing as your families all train in martial arts. Right now Anwan just needs time and I was wondering if you could give it too him. I'm pretty sure that he'll be fighting in the worlds martial arts contest, so maybe he'll have everything worked out by then."
"NO WAY I WANT MY GOTEN RIGHT THIS INSTANT! WHERE IS HE?" Chi-chi shouted, cause every Saiya-jin in the room to wince. Grandpa exchanged looks with Anna.
"I think that's the other reason dear." He said, Anna nodded, fully understanding, no one would want to be around that woman when she was angry. "I'm sorry ma'am, but I made sure Anwan didn't know of this meeting and that's they way it needs to be right now. He'll come back, I promise you that. Now, he'll be home in a few hours, so would you like to talk about him? I'm strangely curious as to how he's been raised as a fighter."
Anwan/Goten kicked the after image of himself several hundred times before it disappeared completely. Then he decided that he would go and build something useful. He went into the hidden cave he used as a work site. Pushing the large bolder aside, he entered the darkened area. He lit several candles with his Ki, lighting the whole place up like a Christmas tree. He sat at a long, wooden worktable and started on another form of a Ki damper. It wasn't an earring shape like the ones in his ear, and he knew he couldn't fight with a ring on, several reasons. One being it could get caught on something and rip his finger or hand off in a instant, and the other being that he felt rings were bulky and off balance. Anwan/Goten, whom was very smart at the age of sixteen, was looking into a microscope at a thin metal wire. At a closer inspection, the person looking at it would see several small, tiny, colored wires and even a small flashing light. Taking a pair of tweezers, he connected the last wire in place and removed his hat. He ripped the seams of the hat and gently shoved the wire inside, sewing the seam back up. Shoving the hat back on his head he grinned, now he could take off his earrings in the match should he decide to fight in the World Martial Arts contest. He picked up a bulky object to his right. He didn't know what it was, but he was building it, like someone was guiding him. His tail absently wrapped itself around his waist, happy not to be shoved in a pair of hot baggy pants today. Anwan/Goten slowly picked up a screwdriver and began to add wires randomly here and there, not sure what he was doing, but doing it anyway.
The weeks went by and fall faded into winter Anwan/Goten trained hard. He was already SSJ2 and headed up to three. It wouldn't take long to get there either. Over the months that flew by, nothing really happened. Nothing Earth shattering anyway. On Christmas Eve, sense he remembered that he now had other parents, he decided to get the gifts. He mailed them with no return address.
A month before the tournament he decided that he would try and call his parents to talk to them, but he wasn't really sure. After a dozen or so prank calls, he finally was able to stay on the line. Gohan had picked up the phone. "Hello, Son residence how may I help you?"
Anwan/Goten was quiet for a few more seconds before he said a shaky, "Hello?" There was a sharp intake of air on the other line. Anwan/Goten thought it was an angry jester and was about to hang up when Gohan spoke again.
"Goten? Is that really you?"
Anwan/Goten hesitated a few seconds before answering. "Not really, I don't know who I am anymore, I want to talk to Goku." Was all he said.
"Uh ya sure hold on, DAD! DAD! HURRY UP ITS GOTEN!" "WHAT~ MY BABYS ON THE PHONE!" Chi-chi picked up the other line and started talking a million miles a second, Anwan/Goten hung up the phone, angry and scared at the same time. The rest of that month passed in relative quietness. Anwan/Goten threw himself into his training. He soon achieved SSJ3. He took the exams that the school had sent through the mail and passed with flying colors. Then the tournament started.
When he arrived he had to hit some stupid punching machine. He downed his power way down and got a 138 which was good for a human. He felt his families Ki's here, so he headed for the guy's locker room, changing into his White Gi in the bathroom. He made sure his tail was wrapped around his waist like a belt before leaving. He was soon entered into the elimination rounds. He had to down his power way down, but it was still too easy. He noticed that his family, the ones who were fighting, was watching him. But after every match, he managed to evade them, using his watch like device to disappear from their sights. After the elimination rounds, he had to draw a number. He made sure everyone was gone before he walked up and drew a number. He got number 8. He soon found out that number seven, his opponent, was none other then Krillen. He stayed to the shadows, making sure no one noticed him. His father, he noticed, looked just like him except for the Orange Gi.
He'd been meditating in a corner, covered in all shadows so his face and cloths couldn't really been seen. What there could be seen was bathed in harsh orange lights, making his white Gi look orange. Krillen made the mistake of taking him for his father while his father was off eating something or another. The announcer had decided to do things a bit differently, taking the higher numbers before the lower numbers, making eight and seven first instead of one and two.
"Hey Goku, you seen my opponent Anwan?" Krillen had asked. "I want to see how much of a chance I have against your son." He said with a grin.
The announcer at the moment decided to start the match. "Ya I know where he is, you're looking at him." Anwan/Goten said. His tail flicked out from behind him and wrapped around his waist as he walked out onto the arena. There was a gasp and his name was called, but he ignored it. Piccolo, who'd been watching Anwan/Goten for some time now, noticed the differences in the father and son.
"Would Krillen please enter the ring or forfeit the match!" The announcer called. Krillen quickly went into the ring to see Goten removing his earrings and watch like device.
"I don't want to brake them in the match." He explained to the announcer, as he handed them over to him. The announcer just nodded and took the items. Anwan/Goten got into a fighting position and so did Krillen. "Goten is it really you?" he asked, but it was drowned out by the announcers call to fight.
And Anwan fought, all though he didn't use much of anything strength or Ki wise, he drew out the match, making it look like he was fighting his best. Krillen was soon knocked out of the ring, and out cold. Before the medics could get to Krillen, Anwan/Goten bent and picked up the little man. When he reached the waiting area, he set Krillen on the cold floor, then left without a word while everyone else checked over the little man. Anwan/Goten went back to get his two earrings and his watch, which he put on where he was. With his hat, he didn't need the earrings, though he would with a fight against Vegeta, Goku or Gohan.
He disappeared again, ignoring the calls to his name, once he turned the corner, he turned on the watch like device he had yet to name. When they turned the corner, they saw nor felt no one, they could only smell his scent as he flew in the air. He went back to the waiting area. The second match, Gohan against some new person called Star Fox. Gohan won. The next match was Vegeta V. Goku, Goku won, much to Vegeta's spite. The other matches were boring and Anwan/Goten didn't bother to listen to them. Then it was his turn again. He was fighting his brother.
Anwan/Goten stepped out of the shadows and into the fighting ring, walking side by side next to Gohan, who was strangely quiet. The match was difficult. Anwan removed his hat and both his earrings, knowing that they would not be able to stand his high power levels should he have to go SSJ3, so he suppressed his power way down, not giving anyone any clue as to how strong, or weak, he was. Gohan didn't bother with it, he just powered up until he was right at SSJ but not quite.
The match started and Gohan threw punch after punch that Anwan/Goten dodged with ease, he didn't even bother powering up because his Grandpa had taught him that the easiest way to win a match was to use less force and more brains. So he dodged and with one quick, easy move, he had Gohan on his knees gasping for air. Anwan/Goten was knocked back with a Ki blast and he had to power up to SSJ to block it.
The then match continued, with Gohan watching out for any and all attacks he might throw. Gohan threw punches and kicks, some hit some didn't. It didn't really hurt him, it actually kinda tickled. Anwan/Goten decided that this was probably the best match he would get, seeing as he couldn't fight Vegeta, knowing that Vegeta would fight his all and not purposely lose like he did against Goku. He decided to draw out the match. Gohan noticing that Anwan/Goten wasn't playing his fullest, went SSJ1, then two, and threw a large Kamehameha wave at him, which he deflected with a flick of his wrist. The fight went on and on, but in the end Anwan/Goten won. He had to go to SSJ2, but he won. He stayed in the form, knowing that there was only one more match, the one against his father. So when Goku entered the ring, he turned SSJ2 quicker then he could blink and they started fighting as soon as the announcer said "Fight..." No one on the ground could follow the quick fast movements of the two fighters. Everyone could tell that Goku had the upper hand with fighting because he had more experience, so he was pounding Anwan/Goten into the ground. As a last ditch effort to win, Anwan/Goten used several after images to keep Goku busy while he landed on the ground and powered up to SSJ3. Not only was Vegeta shocked to a pale white face but so was every other known Saiya-jin in that galaxy. The earth was shaking at his power and it made Goku's mouth drop open in surprise. Anwan/Goten quickly knocked his father to the ground outside the ring as soon as the match started up again. Goten flew to the ground, powered down, and walked over to his father.
He frowned, peering at the man who could barely move a muscle. He knelt down next to him and said to him so Goku could here him. "Where were you when I need you most? Where were you when I was being ignored by everyone?" Then and there he knew that he was Goten, he was Anwan too, but he was more saiya-jin then he was human, or acted that way anyway, so he would go by his given name, Goten.
Goten took off, leaving everyone in a state of utter shock. He put on his two earrings and hat, which he had taken from the Announcer before leaving. He shouted that the prize money be given to a charity and he took off into the air, leaving before anyone could stop him. So now his family knew him, knew he was alive, where would he go from here? A small purple man grinned ear to ear, watching at Son Goten/Tenchino Anwan, fly off from his family. Oh no, Goten could not go home yet, he wasn't finished with the invention he was building, millions were counting on it. He would just have to keep Goten away from them for a while.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hiya all, whats up. I hope you like this story, I decided that there aren't enough stories that are about Goten, and Goten alone, so I made this one up. Isn't cool! Goten goes SSJ3 before anyone found out that there was an SSJ3! Well, I think its cool! Please R&R the next chapter is gonna be a bit shorter then this one I know.
So where is Goten going from here? Where can he run to now? Will his conscience let him go home or will his Saiya-jin pride stop him? Who is the small purple man who's watching Goten? What can he do to keep Goten from his family? How will I get any sleep with a plot like this? Whats this about flying screwdrivers? Guess you'll just have to read and find out. See ya next time!
Tabi-Chan