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Wow! I have returned from the dead and have graced you with me lovely presence long enough to actually update this story. Now, to explain some stuff about me... I have a muse, but this is not your normal muse, this muse is: *eerie music starts* my insane side! *laughs evilly, thunder and lightening flash in the background* So, if in my author notes I start talking to my self, do not be alarmed.
Declaimer: Yes! I own DBZ! DBZ today, tomorrow... the entire world! *men in white coats enter the room, which is heavily padded. They glace at the girl in front of them, sigh, shake their heads and prepare to give her her medicines* NOOOO! The men, the voices, AHHHH! *damn my head hurts......* In case you haven't noticed (all you mean, mean lawyers out there) I do not own DBZ; in fact, I spent one cent of my nickel and lost my bus pass, so now all that I own is four pennies.... *sigh*
Ah, in case you are wondering, this takes place during the Saiyaman saga (without the Saiyaman, pretend he never existed *shutter*). And Goku changed his mind after he found out he had another son, so he made Chi-Chi wish him back.
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Raging Hormones, Chapter Two:
Old Friends
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Gohan pondered the recent acquirement of his new vocabulary, *Where on Earth did I pick up those words?! And more importantly, why did I just now decide to use them?* while he hurriedly shoved food into his mouth. Rice bowl after rice bowl disappeared at a rapid pace as the three Son men stuffed their faces. Chi-Chi, of course, was eating at a much slower pace, unlike her sons and husband, she did have to breathe whether or not she was eating.
Gohan continued to contemplate his new attitude, blissfully unaware of the stares he was receiving from all three of his table-mates. He paused, briefly to mumble between bites, "can somebody please pass the Sushi?"
"Umm... I think you have had enough, son," Goku replied while scratching the back of his head in his trademark gesture, embarrassed as usual, "both me and Goten finished eating ten minutes ago; besides, there is not sushi left, uh, you ate it all..."
"Huh?" He replied, glancing at the empty table to verify what his father had claimed. *But that cannot be right, we all know that I eat much less than both Dad and Goten, Dad being full Saiyan and Goten being a growing boy...* "Well, yea, but I am still so hungry!" Gohan whined, puzzled about his enormous appetite, which was still enormous on Saiyan standards.
"Well, than!" Chi-Chi stood up to emphasize her point and shook her finger menacingly at the poor teenage boy. "Since you are so hungry, which I highly doubt, young man, you can take your lazy butt to the grocery store and buy some more food for me. Also, I hope you enjoyed that feast young man! That was supposed to be tomorrow's dinner as well!"
Gohan slid down in his seat, trying to hide himself from his screeching mother. He glanced about and noticed that both his dad and Goten had left him to deal with the banshee woman by himself. However, hiding himself halfway beneath the table would not work this time, as he soon found out.
"Here, this should be enough money to fill a shopping cart with some rice, which you ATE ALL OF, at that "Shop 'N Go" in the nearest village," an angry ex-princess shrieked at her son while dragging him out from his seat and pressing numerous bills and coins into his hand, "and don't you dare show your ungrateful face in my kitchen again until you get those things, understand?!"
"Uh... yes Ma'am!" Gohan stuttered while backing slowly towards the door. Before his mother could utter another accusing word at the poor Demi-Saiyan, he had thrown open the front door and took off into the rapidly setting sun. Before he and flown out of range of hearing what was happening at his house he heard, "GOKU! Don't you DARE try to hide from me! I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE!" Followed by numerous clangs and clashes and a much smaller whimper.
*Damn, Mom sure is scary when she is in one of her moods... this is one of the only times I am actually thankful that I have to do the shopping* Gohan thought to himself as various fields, newly harvested by their owners, blurred by below him. *Ah man, I cussed again. Well, at least it wasn't sh*t.... oops* He continued to think about his new attitude as he landed on the outskirts of a little town, complete with a large-chain grocery store and an assortment of cute houses. *Umm... and my recent increase in appetite* Gohan thought as he stepped into the Shop 'N Go, the automatic doors neatly sliding shut behind him. *Oh well, it is probably nothing, just one of those weird days, I guess*
Gohan pushed the offending though from his mind as his shoes squeaked over the newly-waxed linoleum. After pausing to drool at the many varieties of cookies and cakes set up on a cart by the entrance of the super-market, he headed down Aisle Six. This aisle was connected to Aisle Seven, the boxed goods, where he had to pick up several boxes of instant rice for his mother. Before he could reach the end of the current aisle, he happened to glace over and see the magazine set up. Right there, in his line of vision, was the offending piece of literature that had interrupted him from his quest. Gracing the cover of the magazine was a picture of "The Great Hercule" with the words "THE HERO REVEALS HIS TOP SECRET TRAINING METHODS!" written in bright blue letters beneath it. *This ought to be interesting* Gohan thought, while stopping to thumb through the article. Inside were various photos of Hercule on interesting looking contraptions, which were obviously designed to increase the strength of whomsoever thought it was fun to subject themselves to the torture devices. Gohan, however, thought less about the impressive (for a human, at least) four-hundred pounds Hercule could bench-press.
He gently closed the glossy pages of the magazine, and set it back on the shelf, but not before another magazine perked his interest. Without stopping to think, he snatched that one up too, and begin to read it. Before he had gotten very far in the magazine, an elderly woman paused in her own shopping to peer over Gohan's shoulder at what he was reading.
"Honey..." the woman began.
"Uh?" Gohan replied, engrossed in his reading.
"I don't think your mother would appreciate your choice of magazines, would she?" the woman shook her finger playfully at the teen, before continuing in her shopping.
"Um, sure," he retorted with. Just then, the genre of the magazine and the content of what he was reading (and looking at) began to sink in.
*Oh man, I was reading PORN?!?!? Gross!* Gohan thought as he placed the magazine back on the shelf, while glancing around to make sure no body else had saw him so mesmerized by the sight of flesh. Gohan quickly hurried to the next aisle, all the while trying to clear his mind of the dirty thoughts dancing behind his (bright crimson) face. No matter how much Gohan could deny it though, the thought of naked girls in provocative positions did not disgust him as much as it did that one day he decided to poke around in Master Roshi's bedside table. In fact, they had quite the opposite affect.
Thoroughly shaken up by now, he reached the section were the instant rice was located, pushing the empty shopping cart in front of his body. He stopped in front of the display of the boxes of the brand Chi-Chi preferred, and reached out to grab a box.
Before he touched the first one though, he paused. A peculiar feeling came over him, and vibrated through his entire body. Hesitant, of course, he withdrew in hand in bewilderment. *Huh? What the heck is this? I have a really bad feeling about this* Gohan thought to himself. Shrugging it off as the side affects of being whapped over the head with IT to much, he again reached towards the blue box labeled "Instant Rice."
Grasping it firmly in between his two rather large hands, he tossed it gently towards the general direction of the shopping cart. However, nothing much landed in the cart, rather pieces of crushed cardboard and particles of white rice bounced and skittered over the linoleum. Gohan looked down to his hands to find the pulverized remains of the box. *Hehehe, oops.* He thought rubbing the back of his head and grinning sheepishly, a old habit he had picked up from his father. *Guess I grabbed that one a little too hard, huh? Well, I will try to be careful with the next one*
He repeated the motion, and retrieved another box from the shelf, only to find this once crushed into minuscule bits on the floor too. By this time, Gohan was getting frustrated as well as nervous; if someone just happened upon his aisle, they would see a rather peeved teenager in the midst of two mangled boxes, which were currently all over the floor.
Determined to try once again, Gohan took several boxes into his arms and tried to dump them in the cart. This time, all of the boxes imploded, leaving their innards to dance all over the floor, taunting poor Gohan. "UGH! This is ridiculous!" *And hopeless* He half whispered, half thought to himself.
Throughly ticked by now, Gohan abandoned his shopping cart, as well as his quest for rice in Aisle Seven, and stormed out the automatic doors of the supermarket. Not bothering to walk into a nearby alley, Gohan took to the air, determined to get home and to the bottom of this.
While flying over the countryside, Gohan's body began to again vibrate from some unknown cause, yet again. This time however, the feeling was not short-lived, and was quite painful. Originating in his head, like a large migraine, it spread down his spine, peaking in discomfort at the base. After a few moments of intense agony, which halted Gohan in mid-air, the feeling faded, leaving him again perplexed. *Now I know this can not be good, better pick up the speed* Pushing his power up to Super-Saiyan, he broke the sound barrier in a flash of golden light.
In no time, he was home again. His worried father, who had felt several power surges since his departure, was waiting for him outside. Landing in the dewy grass, Gohan made his way towards his father. However, before he could even open his mouth to share his puzzlement with Goku, a very PO'ed Chi-Chi emerged from the house.
"I thought I told you to GO GET ME SOME MORE RICE!" His mother screeched, pulling IT out of nowhere and waving it about threateningly.
"Uh Chi-Chi, now is not the time..... I think something is wrong with Gohan," Goku replied, while holding a very angry Chi-Chi back and gesturing to his son, who had still to drop out of Super-Saiyan form.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN SOMETHING IS WRONG?!? I'LL TELL YOU WHAT IS WRONG, I HAVE NOTHING TO COOK WITH! THAT IS WHAT IS WRONG!" Chi-Chi screamed at the still peeved Gohan and the very worried Goku.
"Uh... I think we have much bigger problems right now, in the form of a little friend who just decided to reappear (AN: Not that little friend you perverts!)," he replied while circling Gohan warily. "Um, Gohan? Could you please drop out of Super-Saiyan? This could be quite a shock, and I don't want any stray power knocking over the house."
"What on Earth can be that shocking? Oh well, if you insist," Gohan replied his hair reverting back to its normal black color.
"Gohan? Can you power down all the way? Your eyes are still green and your power is still through the roof...."
"I have powered down all the way, and what do you mean my power is still high and my eyes are green?"
"Uh Son? Add that to your list of problems too..."
"LIST OF PROBLEMS? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN BY "LIST" OF PROBLEMS?!" Gohan yelled at his father, a red aura appearing around his form that made his clothes rustle and dance in an unfelt breeze.
"Gohan.... you tail, it grew back..." his father informed him, gesturing to his back in demonstration.
"IT DID?" Gohan questioned, while his newly formed tail, of its own accord snaked around his body and wrapped around his arm, as if to re-greet an old friend. "....It did....." Gohan whispered, more to himself, before unconsciousness wrapped him in her dark embrace.
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WOW! Five whole pages! Yea for me! Well, if you like it, and want to see more, please R&R. Remember, the more reviews I get, the faster the next chapter is written! Also, if you insist on criticizing me, please use constructive criticism. After all, that will help me improve and also get YOU better chapters!
Toodles until next time,
Eleuthera
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Wow! I have returned from the dead and have graced you with me lovely presence long enough to actually update this story. Now, to explain some stuff about me... I have a muse, but this is not your normal muse, this muse is: *eerie music starts* my insane side! *laughs evilly, thunder and lightening flash in the background* So, if in my author notes I start talking to my self, do not be alarmed.
Declaimer: Yes! I own DBZ! DBZ today, tomorrow... the entire world! *men in white coats enter the room, which is heavily padded. They glace at the girl in front of them, sigh, shake their heads and prepare to give her her medicines* NOOOO! The men, the voices, AHHHH! *damn my head hurts......* In case you haven't noticed (all you mean, mean lawyers out there) I do not own DBZ; in fact, I spent one cent of my nickel and lost my bus pass, so now all that I own is four pennies.... *sigh*
Ah, in case you are wondering, this takes place during the Saiyaman saga (without the Saiyaman, pretend he never existed *shutter*). And Goku changed his mind after he found out he had another son, so he made Chi-Chi wish him back.
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Raging Hormones, Chapter Two:
Old Friends
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Gohan pondered the recent acquirement of his new vocabulary, *Where on Earth did I pick up those words?! And more importantly, why did I just now decide to use them?* while he hurriedly shoved food into his mouth. Rice bowl after rice bowl disappeared at a rapid pace as the three Son men stuffed their faces. Chi-Chi, of course, was eating at a much slower pace, unlike her sons and husband, she did have to breathe whether or not she was eating.
Gohan continued to contemplate his new attitude, blissfully unaware of the stares he was receiving from all three of his table-mates. He paused, briefly to mumble between bites, "can somebody please pass the Sushi?"
"Umm... I think you have had enough, son," Goku replied while scratching the back of his head in his trademark gesture, embarrassed as usual, "both me and Goten finished eating ten minutes ago; besides, there is not sushi left, uh, you ate it all..."
"Huh?" He replied, glancing at the empty table to verify what his father had claimed. *But that cannot be right, we all know that I eat much less than both Dad and Goten, Dad being full Saiyan and Goten being a growing boy...* "Well, yea, but I am still so hungry!" Gohan whined, puzzled about his enormous appetite, which was still enormous on Saiyan standards.
"Well, than!" Chi-Chi stood up to emphasize her point and shook her finger menacingly at the poor teenage boy. "Since you are so hungry, which I highly doubt, young man, you can take your lazy butt to the grocery store and buy some more food for me. Also, I hope you enjoyed that feast young man! That was supposed to be tomorrow's dinner as well!"
Gohan slid down in his seat, trying to hide himself from his screeching mother. He glanced about and noticed that both his dad and Goten had left him to deal with the banshee woman by himself. However, hiding himself halfway beneath the table would not work this time, as he soon found out.
"Here, this should be enough money to fill a shopping cart with some rice, which you ATE ALL OF, at that "Shop 'N Go" in the nearest village," an angry ex-princess shrieked at her son while dragging him out from his seat and pressing numerous bills and coins into his hand, "and don't you dare show your ungrateful face in my kitchen again until you get those things, understand?!"
"Uh... yes Ma'am!" Gohan stuttered while backing slowly towards the door. Before his mother could utter another accusing word at the poor Demi-Saiyan, he had thrown open the front door and took off into the rapidly setting sun. Before he and flown out of range of hearing what was happening at his house he heard, "GOKU! Don't you DARE try to hide from me! I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE!" Followed by numerous clangs and clashes and a much smaller whimper.
*Damn, Mom sure is scary when she is in one of her moods... this is one of the only times I am actually thankful that I have to do the shopping* Gohan thought to himself as various fields, newly harvested by their owners, blurred by below him. *Ah man, I cussed again. Well, at least it wasn't sh*t.... oops* He continued to think about his new attitude as he landed on the outskirts of a little town, complete with a large-chain grocery store and an assortment of cute houses. *Umm... and my recent increase in appetite* Gohan thought as he stepped into the Shop 'N Go, the automatic doors neatly sliding shut behind him. *Oh well, it is probably nothing, just one of those weird days, I guess*
Gohan pushed the offending though from his mind as his shoes squeaked over the newly-waxed linoleum. After pausing to drool at the many varieties of cookies and cakes set up on a cart by the entrance of the super-market, he headed down Aisle Six. This aisle was connected to Aisle Seven, the boxed goods, where he had to pick up several boxes of instant rice for his mother. Before he could reach the end of the current aisle, he happened to glace over and see the magazine set up. Right there, in his line of vision, was the offending piece of literature that had interrupted him from his quest. Gracing the cover of the magazine was a picture of "The Great Hercule" with the words "THE HERO REVEALS HIS TOP SECRET TRAINING METHODS!" written in bright blue letters beneath it. *This ought to be interesting* Gohan thought, while stopping to thumb through the article. Inside were various photos of Hercule on interesting looking contraptions, which were obviously designed to increase the strength of whomsoever thought it was fun to subject themselves to the torture devices. Gohan, however, thought less about the impressive (for a human, at least) four-hundred pounds Hercule could bench-press.
He gently closed the glossy pages of the magazine, and set it back on the shelf, but not before another magazine perked his interest. Without stopping to think, he snatched that one up too, and begin to read it. Before he had gotten very far in the magazine, an elderly woman paused in her own shopping to peer over Gohan's shoulder at what he was reading.
"Honey..." the woman began.
"Uh?" Gohan replied, engrossed in his reading.
"I don't think your mother would appreciate your choice of magazines, would she?" the woman shook her finger playfully at the teen, before continuing in her shopping.
"Um, sure," he retorted with. Just then, the genre of the magazine and the content of what he was reading (and looking at) began to sink in.
*Oh man, I was reading PORN?!?!? Gross!* Gohan thought as he placed the magazine back on the shelf, while glancing around to make sure no body else had saw him so mesmerized by the sight of flesh. Gohan quickly hurried to the next aisle, all the while trying to clear his mind of the dirty thoughts dancing behind his (bright crimson) face. No matter how much Gohan could deny it though, the thought of naked girls in provocative positions did not disgust him as much as it did that one day he decided to poke around in Master Roshi's bedside table. In fact, they had quite the opposite affect.
Thoroughly shaken up by now, he reached the section were the instant rice was located, pushing the empty shopping cart in front of his body. He stopped in front of the display of the boxes of the brand Chi-Chi preferred, and reached out to grab a box.
Before he touched the first one though, he paused. A peculiar feeling came over him, and vibrated through his entire body. Hesitant, of course, he withdrew in hand in bewilderment. *Huh? What the heck is this? I have a really bad feeling about this* Gohan thought to himself. Shrugging it off as the side affects of being whapped over the head with IT to much, he again reached towards the blue box labeled "Instant Rice."
Grasping it firmly in between his two rather large hands, he tossed it gently towards the general direction of the shopping cart. However, nothing much landed in the cart, rather pieces of crushed cardboard and particles of white rice bounced and skittered over the linoleum. Gohan looked down to his hands to find the pulverized remains of the box. *Hehehe, oops.* He thought rubbing the back of his head and grinning sheepishly, a old habit he had picked up from his father. *Guess I grabbed that one a little too hard, huh? Well, I will try to be careful with the next one*
He repeated the motion, and retrieved another box from the shelf, only to find this once crushed into minuscule bits on the floor too. By this time, Gohan was getting frustrated as well as nervous; if someone just happened upon his aisle, they would see a rather peeved teenager in the midst of two mangled boxes, which were currently all over the floor.
Determined to try once again, Gohan took several boxes into his arms and tried to dump them in the cart. This time, all of the boxes imploded, leaving their innards to dance all over the floor, taunting poor Gohan. "UGH! This is ridiculous!" *And hopeless* He half whispered, half thought to himself.
Throughly ticked by now, Gohan abandoned his shopping cart, as well as his quest for rice in Aisle Seven, and stormed out the automatic doors of the supermarket. Not bothering to walk into a nearby alley, Gohan took to the air, determined to get home and to the bottom of this.
While flying over the countryside, Gohan's body began to again vibrate from some unknown cause, yet again. This time however, the feeling was not short-lived, and was quite painful. Originating in his head, like a large migraine, it spread down his spine, peaking in discomfort at the base. After a few moments of intense agony, which halted Gohan in mid-air, the feeling faded, leaving him again perplexed. *Now I know this can not be good, better pick up the speed* Pushing his power up to Super-Saiyan, he broke the sound barrier in a flash of golden light.
In no time, he was home again. His worried father, who had felt several power surges since his departure, was waiting for him outside. Landing in the dewy grass, Gohan made his way towards his father. However, before he could even open his mouth to share his puzzlement with Goku, a very PO'ed Chi-Chi emerged from the house.
"I thought I told you to GO GET ME SOME MORE RICE!" His mother screeched, pulling IT out of nowhere and waving it about threateningly.
"Uh Chi-Chi, now is not the time..... I think something is wrong with Gohan," Goku replied, while holding a very angry Chi-Chi back and gesturing to his son, who had still to drop out of Super-Saiyan form.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN SOMETHING IS WRONG?!? I'LL TELL YOU WHAT IS WRONG, I HAVE NOTHING TO COOK WITH! THAT IS WHAT IS WRONG!" Chi-Chi screamed at the still peeved Gohan and the very worried Goku.
"Uh... I think we have much bigger problems right now, in the form of a little friend who just decided to reappear (AN: Not that little friend you perverts!)," he replied while circling Gohan warily. "Um, Gohan? Could you please drop out of Super-Saiyan? This could be quite a shock, and I don't want any stray power knocking over the house."
"What on Earth can be that shocking? Oh well, if you insist," Gohan replied his hair reverting back to its normal black color.
"Gohan? Can you power down all the way? Your eyes are still green and your power is still through the roof...."
"I have powered down all the way, and what do you mean my power is still high and my eyes are green?"
"Uh Son? Add that to your list of problems too..."
"LIST OF PROBLEMS? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN BY "LIST" OF PROBLEMS?!" Gohan yelled at his father, a red aura appearing around his form that made his clothes rustle and dance in an unfelt breeze.
"Gohan.... you tail, it grew back..." his father informed him, gesturing to his back in demonstration.
"IT DID?" Gohan questioned, while his newly formed tail, of its own accord snaked around his body and wrapped around his arm, as if to re-greet an old friend. "....It did....." Gohan whispered, more to himself, before unconsciousness wrapped him in her dark embrace.
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WOW! Five whole pages! Yea for me! Well, if you like it, and want to see more, please R&R. Remember, the more reviews I get, the faster the next chapter is written! Also, if you insist on criticizing me, please use constructive criticism. After all, that will help me improve and also get YOU better chapters!
Toodles until next time,
Eleuthera
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