Authors note: Sorry it wasn't out by Monday. I know authors give deadlines
all the time and then post later anyway, but I'm a firm believer of "A mans
word is his bond." So once again I do apologize. Reason being for this, is
I was sick Friday, and unable to go to work, so I only got to start today,
which is Monday.
I've been debating on how much I should write of Gohan's past, I'm sure most if not all of us know what this past was like, but I think I'm going to cover most of it anyway. There is great opportunity for mental dialog there for both parties. If I do this, it's going to take me a little while longer to post this.
Also, its time for a vote, I can't make up my mind. Have the World Tournament, or not? I'm leaning towards yes, but I haven't fully decided, let me know what you think.
Chapter 8
The scenery flew by as I shot through the air. I tried not to think about what lay before me, but the doubts were still there, cycling through the back of my mind. I reached the border of the city. I slowed slightly and raised my height in the air.
About forty blocks from the school, I noticed a pillar of smoke coming from a near by building. Changing my direction towards, I decided to see if any help would be needed. Once there, it looked as though four to five trucks were trying to extinguish the blaze, but seemed fairly unsuccessful.
There seemed to be a great commotion concerning one of the upper floors. Focusing my vision, I could see nothing, so I felt out, searching for any sign of KI. I found them, small, maybe children. No sooner had I felt it, then did I find my self on top of the building. It was here that I caught sight of an approaching helicopter. Once above, a figure leapt out, landing near me.
"Little late?"
"Fashionably." She replied.
"There are three or four kids in there still."
"How do you know tha . . .?"
"No time, I'll explain later. Ok?"
"Fine, where are they?"
"Two on the third floor, two on the sixth."
She walked to the edge, peering over the side. Watching the fire as it claimed another floor
"Well Gohan, why don't you fly us down?"
I gave her a slight smirk as I stamped a whole through the roof, large enough to fit a refrigerator through. She eyed me curiously
"Because it takes to long." I said, and then hopped into the whole.
She joined me a few seconds later.
"That way." I said pointing down to the north of hall we had landed in
She nodded shooting down the hallway. She stopped though, when she heard me crash through the floor again. I crashed through one more, making my way to the third floor finding the door that held the cries of help within, I broke the lock, pushing the door open
Inside, two kids, no older than Goten, stood pressed against the window. My voice startled them
"Hey you two, come on, lets get out of here."
They instantly ran to me, attaching them selves to my legs. I smiled slightly, lifting the girl up, securing my grip on her. I picked the boy up with one hand and through him on my back.
"Think you can hold on?"
"Yes mister." He said, tightening his grip on my neck
"Ok, here we go . . . "
I forced the window to shatter with a little flare of my KI. I walked towards it; I could see a small crowd had gathered. I told the kids to hold on one last time, and leapt out, slowing my self slightly to lessen the impact, ye tat the same time giving the illusion of falling. We landed smoothly enough, both kids hanging on for dear life.
When they opened there eyes at last, both let out a small cry of relief, and leapt down off of me, running to whom I assumed was there mother. I turned my attention back to the raging building. I momentarily hesitated as I realized there was no real way for Videl to get down, the first two floors were fairly impassible.
My mind set to ease when I saw her appear in a window near where I had just been. She looked at me, then the ground and then out over the landscape, most likely judging the height. Before I could even react to her situation, she propelled her self out the window.
I prepared my self to help, but found I didn't need to, for she had securely landed on the ground. Upon further inspection, I could see the form of a small boy, four or so, clinging to her chest. She set him down, as his mother came running to him. She walked over to me.
"Everything go well for you?"
"Yeah." I said
"Good job then. Maybe you should play hero more often Gohan." She said teasingly
"Maybe I will . . ." I said sarcastically
We turned and were about to walk away, when explosion rocked the building sending a large majority of it towards the crowd and us. I had no time to think; I just reacted.
"HAAAAAAAA"
A wave of energy came to me, knocking the majority of the debris away. When all had calmed it seemed as though most didn't know what had happened. I tuned to look for Videl, who was staring up at me in a state of semi shock. I reached down to help her up. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she accepted my hand.
In the confusion of it all, we took off around the alley corner. No sooner had we rounded the corner, then Videl had grabbed my color, forcing me to the wall, almost lifting me off my feet.
"Problem?" I said, cocking an eye at her
"Tell me Gohan, tell me now!"
"What happened to after school?" I said semi tauntingly
"I want to know now god dam it!" She is cute when she's angry
"Like I said, it's a long story, and we have to get to class."
"Well, in about thirty seconds, that won't be a problem."
She produced a cell phone from her pocket. She dialed in a number, and brought the phone to her ear
"Hello, Mr. Thomas?" (A/N: Sounds like a good name for a principle right?)
"Yes, this is Videl. I'm sorry, but myself and another student, Son Gohan, will not be able to make it today."
I heard a muffled response on the other end
"Well, Gohan had aided me in a fire that occurred today, it was quite an ordeal and I was hoping that we could have the day to recover."
It sounded like a positive response from the other end
"Thank you sir. One last thing though, do you think Gohan might be eligible for a permanent pass such as I have? This is the second time he has been able to aid me."
The voice on the end, sounded almost questioning this time
"Actually, he is a very skilled fighter, with an established history dating in martial arts. His father is a former World Champion . . .Son Goku sir."
I could hear a suppressed sound now
"Yes, I had no idea either sir. Ok, great, thank you very much sir."
I stared at her curiously as she smirked victoriously at me
"Well, now you don't have an excuse Gohan. Spill it!"
Well, I had to admit, she had me cornered now. I guess there is no escape from it. Guess I might as well tell her. I in defeat
"Fine, but think you can wait till we get to my place? I have some 'props' that will aid in my story."
"Props?"
"You will just have to wait and see."
"Fine."
She went to reach for her Copter capsule
"Ahem."
She looked at me questioningly. I walked over to her and scooped her up. Again, I took to the air before she could protest. I flew in the direction of my 'home.' I briefly wondered where it was, and then remembered the address. Only problem is I don't know where it is.
"Hey, do you know where 192 shire avenue is?"
"Yeah, its actually just a few blocks from my house. Why?"
"Oh, because I knew the address, I just didn't know where the house was." I said sheepishly
"So I was right. Hah, I knew you were lying about living here."
"Yeah, I was sorry about that, just didn't want to tell everyone I could fly I guess."
"Well, its no problem really I guess, I wouldn't want something like that getting out either."
"Good, I'm glad you understand."
"Oh, yeah, that way." She pointed northeast
"Ok."
I took off that way, not slow, but not fast either. It's a little weird, but I kind of like flying with her. As we came to it, she pointed out the right block. I stopped as we hovered high above it. I looked around. I guess I lucked out. The house was fairly big, had a large back yard, and a rather large park about three blocks away. I could just make out school from here.
We landed in the back yard, and made are way to the door, I produced a set of keys from my pocket. I found the one labeled back door, and opened it. I stepped in, and gasped at what laid before me. The house really was perfect.
It was bigger than I imagined. From what I could tell, all the planed rooms were here. The colors were great as well, Mostly of whites, and base shades. There was a plethora of modern furniture spaced around the various rooms. It seems Bulma spared no expense. I don't care what she says; I'll have to find a way to thank her someday.
"Come on!" I said, grabbing Videl's hand and pulling her through the many rooms with me.
Finally, we ended up in the entertainment room, a rather large circular couch sat in the middle.
"Make your self comfortable, like I said, this is a long story."
From my bag, which I had just noticed stayed by my side through these morning's events some how, I produced a capsule, the stuff from my closet at home. I opened it on the large table in the back of the room. I searched it for a little, and gathered the first set of items I would need. I came back over to Videl, and placed on the small table before her, a dragon ball, the four star one, Raditz's repaired scouter, and a bag of senzu beans Korin had given me on my eighteenth birthday. She looked at them curiously, and said nothing, I assume, waiting for me to proceed.
"I suppose I'll start from the beginning and be as honest as possible. I think I'll get the biggest problem out of the way quick as well."
She nodded and waited for me to begin.
"Before I do, please don't interrupt, I'll give you ample time for questions. Ok?"
"Ok Gohan, I wont."
"Good, now you know my father is Son Goku." Sigh, this tale is going to be harder to tell than I imagined. . .
"Yes."
"What you might not know is that my grandfather, Son Gohan, a great martial artist that I am named after, found him in the woods when he was just a baby."
"An orphan?"
"So to speak, yes. Now my father was a very ill tempered child, who would do everything he could to be mean and hurtful, even dangerous. However, one day, he fell, off a cliff, and hit his head, and after that, he was as peaceful as a child should be."
She seemed about to ask something
"I know, will explain, I promise. Now from that day on, my father, and Son Gohan lived happily until my dad was twelve. But then one night, when there was a full moon, a giant monster came, stepping on, and crushing my grandfather."
"My father lived the next few months alone, by himself, with just his strength and martial arts to see him through."
"My father lived the next few months alone, by himself, with just his strength and martial arts to see him through."
"He didn't live alone to long, because one day, a strange green haired girl rode up to his home, looking for this." I placed the ball in her hand
"What is this?"
"This is a Dragon Ball. There are seven in total, the four star ball, which this is, has been passed on in my family for generations."
She examined it closely while I continued
"That girl was Bulma. Bulma Briefs."
That caught her attention, and she snapped her head up.
"You know Bulma Briefs, president of Capsule Corp?"
"Yeah, she's been friends of my father, and our family for ages. In fact, who do you think is paying for this place?"
I could see a note of understanding trigger in her eyes
"Well, now I understand why you have this place Gohan. But why was Bulma looking for this?" She said, gesturing to the ball
"Do you know the legend?"
"Yes, I have read somewhere about seven magical balls that can grant any wish you desire . . . Wait, you mean that . . . ?"
"Yes."
"I don't believe it."
"Do you remember how all those people died right before the Cell Games?"
"Yes. Most mysteriously repapered."
"After the fight with Cell, we used the balls to bring them back, but we couldn't bring back my dad . . ."
"Why on earth not?"
"The problem with the dragon balls is, you can only be granted the same wish once, my father was killed once before the Cell Games. When I was only four."
"How?"
"I'll get to that." I sighed
"Anyway, to make a long story short, my father and Bulma set out to find the dragon balls. There's more to it there, but you would have to ask Bulma one day."
"You think I could meet her?"
"Sure, Bulma is hardly your typical rich person."
She seemed slightly insulted by that, but apparently let it go
"Anyway, after awhile dad ended up training with Master Roshi, where he met up with many of his friends, including Krilin, Yamcha, Tien and Chaoutsu (A/N: spelling on that one?)."
"Yamcha, why does that sound familiar?"
"Well, you might know him as a famous baseball player. He is another friend of the family."
"Well, back to the story. After training and coming in second at a World Tournament, my father ran around, having many adventures, one of which, he met my mother on. There is also a lot to tell here that I don't know all of, so you might have to ask Krilin or Yamcha about this one day."
She nodded in response
"Later on, there was another tournament, when my father was a little older. It was here that my father, and mother, ChiChi, met, and married later on. At this tournament, my father met a strange green being, named piccolo. He wanted nothing more than to destroy the earth, but in the end, my father defeated him. He was champion again."
Videl seemed to be taking in my story, processing it bit by bit
"Ok Gohan, but what does this all have to do with the cell games?"
Sigh . . .
"I'm getting there. The next great leg in the story starts when my father, my self, when I was four, and all his friends growing up, met at Master Roshi's Island. This is where things become confusing and crazy."
"There not crazy yet? Famous people and wishes aren't enough?"
I let out a deep sigh
"You have no idea how crazy this is going to get. If I haven't been there I wouldn't believe any of it . . ."
A/N: well, this seems like a good place to take a break. How's the tale going so far? And I need some input weather I should solely stay in Gohan's POV, I may start Switching off between Gohan and Videl's Povs in upcoming chapters. Anyway, Happy holidays, and thanks everyone who has reviewed. Next chapter should be up by next Monday.
I've been debating on how much I should write of Gohan's past, I'm sure most if not all of us know what this past was like, but I think I'm going to cover most of it anyway. There is great opportunity for mental dialog there for both parties. If I do this, it's going to take me a little while longer to post this.
Also, its time for a vote, I can't make up my mind. Have the World Tournament, or not? I'm leaning towards yes, but I haven't fully decided, let me know what you think.
Chapter 8
The scenery flew by as I shot through the air. I tried not to think about what lay before me, but the doubts were still there, cycling through the back of my mind. I reached the border of the city. I slowed slightly and raised my height in the air.
About forty blocks from the school, I noticed a pillar of smoke coming from a near by building. Changing my direction towards, I decided to see if any help would be needed. Once there, it looked as though four to five trucks were trying to extinguish the blaze, but seemed fairly unsuccessful.
There seemed to be a great commotion concerning one of the upper floors. Focusing my vision, I could see nothing, so I felt out, searching for any sign of KI. I found them, small, maybe children. No sooner had I felt it, then did I find my self on top of the building. It was here that I caught sight of an approaching helicopter. Once above, a figure leapt out, landing near me.
"Little late?"
"Fashionably." She replied.
"There are three or four kids in there still."
"How do you know tha . . .?"
"No time, I'll explain later. Ok?"
"Fine, where are they?"
"Two on the third floor, two on the sixth."
She walked to the edge, peering over the side. Watching the fire as it claimed another floor
"Well Gohan, why don't you fly us down?"
I gave her a slight smirk as I stamped a whole through the roof, large enough to fit a refrigerator through. She eyed me curiously
"Because it takes to long." I said, and then hopped into the whole.
She joined me a few seconds later.
"That way." I said pointing down to the north of hall we had landed in
She nodded shooting down the hallway. She stopped though, when she heard me crash through the floor again. I crashed through one more, making my way to the third floor finding the door that held the cries of help within, I broke the lock, pushing the door open
Inside, two kids, no older than Goten, stood pressed against the window. My voice startled them
"Hey you two, come on, lets get out of here."
They instantly ran to me, attaching them selves to my legs. I smiled slightly, lifting the girl up, securing my grip on her. I picked the boy up with one hand and through him on my back.
"Think you can hold on?"
"Yes mister." He said, tightening his grip on my neck
"Ok, here we go . . . "
I forced the window to shatter with a little flare of my KI. I walked towards it; I could see a small crowd had gathered. I told the kids to hold on one last time, and leapt out, slowing my self slightly to lessen the impact, ye tat the same time giving the illusion of falling. We landed smoothly enough, both kids hanging on for dear life.
When they opened there eyes at last, both let out a small cry of relief, and leapt down off of me, running to whom I assumed was there mother. I turned my attention back to the raging building. I momentarily hesitated as I realized there was no real way for Videl to get down, the first two floors were fairly impassible.
My mind set to ease when I saw her appear in a window near where I had just been. She looked at me, then the ground and then out over the landscape, most likely judging the height. Before I could even react to her situation, she propelled her self out the window.
I prepared my self to help, but found I didn't need to, for she had securely landed on the ground. Upon further inspection, I could see the form of a small boy, four or so, clinging to her chest. She set him down, as his mother came running to him. She walked over to me.
"Everything go well for you?"
"Yeah." I said
"Good job then. Maybe you should play hero more often Gohan." She said teasingly
"Maybe I will . . ." I said sarcastically
We turned and were about to walk away, when explosion rocked the building sending a large majority of it towards the crowd and us. I had no time to think; I just reacted.
"HAAAAAAAA"
A wave of energy came to me, knocking the majority of the debris away. When all had calmed it seemed as though most didn't know what had happened. I tuned to look for Videl, who was staring up at me in a state of semi shock. I reached down to help her up. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she accepted my hand.
In the confusion of it all, we took off around the alley corner. No sooner had we rounded the corner, then Videl had grabbed my color, forcing me to the wall, almost lifting me off my feet.
"Problem?" I said, cocking an eye at her
"Tell me Gohan, tell me now!"
"What happened to after school?" I said semi tauntingly
"I want to know now god dam it!" She is cute when she's angry
"Like I said, it's a long story, and we have to get to class."
"Well, in about thirty seconds, that won't be a problem."
She produced a cell phone from her pocket. She dialed in a number, and brought the phone to her ear
"Hello, Mr. Thomas?" (A/N: Sounds like a good name for a principle right?)
"Yes, this is Videl. I'm sorry, but myself and another student, Son Gohan, will not be able to make it today."
I heard a muffled response on the other end
"Well, Gohan had aided me in a fire that occurred today, it was quite an ordeal and I was hoping that we could have the day to recover."
It sounded like a positive response from the other end
"Thank you sir. One last thing though, do you think Gohan might be eligible for a permanent pass such as I have? This is the second time he has been able to aid me."
The voice on the end, sounded almost questioning this time
"Actually, he is a very skilled fighter, with an established history dating in martial arts. His father is a former World Champion . . .Son Goku sir."
I could hear a suppressed sound now
"Yes, I had no idea either sir. Ok, great, thank you very much sir."
I stared at her curiously as she smirked victoriously at me
"Well, now you don't have an excuse Gohan. Spill it!"
Well, I had to admit, she had me cornered now. I guess there is no escape from it. Guess I might as well tell her. I in defeat
"Fine, but think you can wait till we get to my place? I have some 'props' that will aid in my story."
"Props?"
"You will just have to wait and see."
"Fine."
She went to reach for her Copter capsule
"Ahem."
She looked at me questioningly. I walked over to her and scooped her up. Again, I took to the air before she could protest. I flew in the direction of my 'home.' I briefly wondered where it was, and then remembered the address. Only problem is I don't know where it is.
"Hey, do you know where 192 shire avenue is?"
"Yeah, its actually just a few blocks from my house. Why?"
"Oh, because I knew the address, I just didn't know where the house was." I said sheepishly
"So I was right. Hah, I knew you were lying about living here."
"Yeah, I was sorry about that, just didn't want to tell everyone I could fly I guess."
"Well, its no problem really I guess, I wouldn't want something like that getting out either."
"Good, I'm glad you understand."
"Oh, yeah, that way." She pointed northeast
"Ok."
I took off that way, not slow, but not fast either. It's a little weird, but I kind of like flying with her. As we came to it, she pointed out the right block. I stopped as we hovered high above it. I looked around. I guess I lucked out. The house was fairly big, had a large back yard, and a rather large park about three blocks away. I could just make out school from here.
We landed in the back yard, and made are way to the door, I produced a set of keys from my pocket. I found the one labeled back door, and opened it. I stepped in, and gasped at what laid before me. The house really was perfect.
It was bigger than I imagined. From what I could tell, all the planed rooms were here. The colors were great as well, Mostly of whites, and base shades. There was a plethora of modern furniture spaced around the various rooms. It seems Bulma spared no expense. I don't care what she says; I'll have to find a way to thank her someday.
"Come on!" I said, grabbing Videl's hand and pulling her through the many rooms with me.
Finally, we ended up in the entertainment room, a rather large circular couch sat in the middle.
"Make your self comfortable, like I said, this is a long story."
From my bag, which I had just noticed stayed by my side through these morning's events some how, I produced a capsule, the stuff from my closet at home. I opened it on the large table in the back of the room. I searched it for a little, and gathered the first set of items I would need. I came back over to Videl, and placed on the small table before her, a dragon ball, the four star one, Raditz's repaired scouter, and a bag of senzu beans Korin had given me on my eighteenth birthday. She looked at them curiously, and said nothing, I assume, waiting for me to proceed.
"I suppose I'll start from the beginning and be as honest as possible. I think I'll get the biggest problem out of the way quick as well."
She nodded and waited for me to begin.
"Before I do, please don't interrupt, I'll give you ample time for questions. Ok?"
"Ok Gohan, I wont."
"Good, now you know my father is Son Goku." Sigh, this tale is going to be harder to tell than I imagined. . .
"Yes."
"What you might not know is that my grandfather, Son Gohan, a great martial artist that I am named after, found him in the woods when he was just a baby."
"An orphan?"
"So to speak, yes. Now my father was a very ill tempered child, who would do everything he could to be mean and hurtful, even dangerous. However, one day, he fell, off a cliff, and hit his head, and after that, he was as peaceful as a child should be."
She seemed about to ask something
"I know, will explain, I promise. Now from that day on, my father, and Son Gohan lived happily until my dad was twelve. But then one night, when there was a full moon, a giant monster came, stepping on, and crushing my grandfather."
"My father lived the next few months alone, by himself, with just his strength and martial arts to see him through."
"My father lived the next few months alone, by himself, with just his strength and martial arts to see him through."
"He didn't live alone to long, because one day, a strange green haired girl rode up to his home, looking for this." I placed the ball in her hand
"What is this?"
"This is a Dragon Ball. There are seven in total, the four star ball, which this is, has been passed on in my family for generations."
She examined it closely while I continued
"That girl was Bulma. Bulma Briefs."
That caught her attention, and she snapped her head up.
"You know Bulma Briefs, president of Capsule Corp?"
"Yeah, she's been friends of my father, and our family for ages. In fact, who do you think is paying for this place?"
I could see a note of understanding trigger in her eyes
"Well, now I understand why you have this place Gohan. But why was Bulma looking for this?" She said, gesturing to the ball
"Do you know the legend?"
"Yes, I have read somewhere about seven magical balls that can grant any wish you desire . . . Wait, you mean that . . . ?"
"Yes."
"I don't believe it."
"Do you remember how all those people died right before the Cell Games?"
"Yes. Most mysteriously repapered."
"After the fight with Cell, we used the balls to bring them back, but we couldn't bring back my dad . . ."
"Why on earth not?"
"The problem with the dragon balls is, you can only be granted the same wish once, my father was killed once before the Cell Games. When I was only four."
"How?"
"I'll get to that." I sighed
"Anyway, to make a long story short, my father and Bulma set out to find the dragon balls. There's more to it there, but you would have to ask Bulma one day."
"You think I could meet her?"
"Sure, Bulma is hardly your typical rich person."
She seemed slightly insulted by that, but apparently let it go
"Anyway, after awhile dad ended up training with Master Roshi, where he met up with many of his friends, including Krilin, Yamcha, Tien and Chaoutsu (A/N: spelling on that one?)."
"Yamcha, why does that sound familiar?"
"Well, you might know him as a famous baseball player. He is another friend of the family."
"Well, back to the story. After training and coming in second at a World Tournament, my father ran around, having many adventures, one of which, he met my mother on. There is also a lot to tell here that I don't know all of, so you might have to ask Krilin or Yamcha about this one day."
She nodded in response
"Later on, there was another tournament, when my father was a little older. It was here that my father, and mother, ChiChi, met, and married later on. At this tournament, my father met a strange green being, named piccolo. He wanted nothing more than to destroy the earth, but in the end, my father defeated him. He was champion again."
Videl seemed to be taking in my story, processing it bit by bit
"Ok Gohan, but what does this all have to do with the cell games?"
Sigh . . .
"I'm getting there. The next great leg in the story starts when my father, my self, when I was four, and all his friends growing up, met at Master Roshi's Island. This is where things become confusing and crazy."
"There not crazy yet? Famous people and wishes aren't enough?"
I let out a deep sigh
"You have no idea how crazy this is going to get. If I haven't been there I wouldn't believe any of it . . ."
A/N: well, this seems like a good place to take a break. How's the tale going so far? And I need some input weather I should solely stay in Gohan's POV, I may start Switching off between Gohan and Videl's Povs in upcoming chapters. Anyway, Happy holidays, and thanks everyone who has reviewed. Next chapter should be up by next Monday.