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Note-Someone asked me why Goku would bother sending a message to Gohan. Well, it's because Videl knowing about the Saiyans will play a very important role in the future of this story. Besides…NOBODY WILL QUESTION THE AUTHOR!! ^_^ J/K
A Little Saiyan History
"Videl, what I'm about to tell you absolutely can not get out." Gohan looked at her with those serious black eyes, eyes that seemed they could look into your very soul. "You can't tell anybody anything. Understand?"
"Yeah. I'm pretty good at keeping secrets."
"Good." Gohan glanced around, checking to see that no one as there, and turned back to her. "Videl, I'm not what you'd call…normal."
"I think everyone knows THAT, Gohan."
"Let me finish," Gohan said. "What I mean to say is that I'm what you'd call a mutt. Half of me is from here, but the other half…well, it's not so close to home."
"What are you getting at, Gohan?"
"Well, my mother, Chichi, she's from around here."
"And your father?"
"Well…" Gohan pointed upwards.
"Up north?" She tried again. "Russia?" Again. "North pole?"
"Think higher."
"High…" Her eyes widened. "You…you don't mean…outer space?!"
"Exactly."
"But…but…how?!"
"My father was from a different planet a little like our own. It was called Vegetasei, a planet of intense warriors, and it was destroyed a long time ago. Only a handful of survivors were left. They were Vegeta, the prince, Nappa, his…well, his servant, I guess, my uncle, Radditz, and my father. My father, named Kakarot, was sent here from Vegetasei when he was just a baby to destroy the planet so it could be captured and sold. But he hit his head and forgot about the Saiyan race and his mission. He grew up with his adoptive father, who he called 'Grandpa', and he's the man I'm named after. Grandpa Gohan named him 'Goku'. Are you following me so far?"
"Yeah." She was staring at him with wide eyes.
"But Grandpa Gohan died because of an uncontrollable ability of my father's, called by the Saiyans 'Oozaru'. On Earth, we call it 'Giant Monkey'. When a Saiyan looks at a full moon, and he/she still has their tail—I forgot to mention all Saiyans have tails—they turn into a giant monkey with 100fold the normal power. My father accidentally stepped on and killed Grandpa Gohan."
"Oh my God…"
"So my father lived alone for a few years, until he was 11. Then he met Bulma."
"Bulma? As in Bulma Brief?!"
"Yeah. Bulma was searching for the Dragonballs—7 magical balls that, when brought together and initiated, can grant you one wish within its power. My father had one, the 4-star ball. I still have it—it was once attached to a hat of mine. Bulma conned my father into giving her the Dragonball, and what's more—she got him to go with her."
"Really."
"On the way, they met some strange people. You know Yamcha, the famous ball player?"
"Yeah?"
"Yamcha was a thief who tried to take the Dragonballs."
"You're kidding.'
"Dead serious. They also met Puar and Oolong, talking, shape-shifting animals. Oolong is a pig, and Puar is a cat. They also met Master Roshi. He trained my father, along with his best friend, Krillin."
"Master Roshi?!"
"Yes. And they had a few enemies in their search for the Dragonballs. Among them were the RR army and Emperor Pilaf."
"The Red Ribbon Army?!"
"Yes, but I'll get into that later. Not too much of this had to do with me, except the fact that my father met my mother on the first Dragonball hunt. They got married when they were 14 and had me just before they turned 15."
"Are you serious?"
"Yes, very. Well, not too much happened until I was 4 years old. That's when all the trouble started."
Videl was looking at him intently. "Go on."
"My father took me to a reunion to see some of his old friends. I was probably what you'd call a patsy back then. My mother didn't think much of fighting and home-schooled me a good deal. I once heard her say that I had to have some book learning before I learned brute strength.
"That's strange. My father believes in force first, then smarts."
"Yeah, well, don't even get me started on your father. Well, at this reunion, we'd just barely gotten there for 15 minutes tops when this man comes down from the sky. God, if only you'd seen him, Videl. Just looking at him could make you wet your pants. What scared me most was his malevolent smile and his eyes—it seemed like he could look into your very soul. And you gotta understand—I was only 4 years old at the time."
"Yeah. Just thinking about this person gives me the creeps."
"He immediately says, and I remember this clearly, 'Hello Kakarot. I'm Radditz. Your big brother'. None of us had any idea what he was talking about. We were all shocked into silence before Bulma managed to stutter, quote: 'Goku, he looks like you!' unquote. He didn't really, but he had the same color hair and eyes, and basically the same shape. Then Radditz goes into this weird lecture about the Saiyans, and he tells my father that he was a Saiyan warrior. He seemed shocked that my father's tail had been cut off—for safety's sake—and said that my father could've destroyed the planet in a few years with the full moon's help if he'd only remembered who he was. My father immediately denounced Radditz and said he wouldn't kill anyone. So Radditz says, quote: 'All right, I'll take the boy instead' unquote, and we all knew he was talking about me."
Videl was enthralled, hanging on to his every word.
"Radditz sucker punched my father, grabbed me, and flew off, saying if a 100 people weren't dead by tomorrow, I'd find out what Heaven looked like prematurely. But what Radditz didn't take into account was that though my father couldn't remember who he was, he still had Saiyan brute strength."
Videl's eyes were widening. "Go on."
"My father teamed up with his arch enemy, Piccolo, who had a score to settle with Radditz—Radditz had utterly defeated Piccolo just minutes before—and they both went after us. Meanwhile, Radditz stuck me in his space pod and waited for my father and Piccolo to show up. They appeared in due time. I couldn't see much of the battle—the pod was in a deep crater—but I could sense it. That was the first time I learned that I could sense people's energy levels."
Videl cocked an eyebrow. Sensing energy levels? Most of this she could believe—she personally believed in life on other planets—but she could not believe that you could read energy levels. You had to be one major psychic just to look into someone's minds, but this meant looking into someone's soul.
"I only fought once in that battle. Radditz managed to extremely damage my father—broke his ribs, I think. I could sense how badly my father was hurt, and what's called Saiyan Rage built up inside me. I broke out of the pod and hurled myself at Radditz. I didn't do much damage—caught him off guard at the most, but I did manage to crack his armor."
Videl was having a time of it imagining a tiny Gohan cracking someone's armor.
"I also managed to crack my skull." Gohan laughed in spite of himself. "I was knocked out for a time after it. I woke up when Piccolo dropped me in a stream. That was after the battle. And that's the first time my father died. He died defeating Radditz. Piccolo wouldn't tell me the exact details of that battle, and for a time, neither would my father."
"But you just said your father…"
"I'll tell you about it later. I trained for the next year. At the end of that year, two more Saiyans were coming, Vegeta and Nappa. And…"
BRING!!
"I hate that bell," Gohan said flatly.
"I know." Videl made a face. "Can you tell me more later?"
"Well…"
"Y'know what? I'll call my dad and say that I'm going to a friend's house after school. He won't mind."
"Great." Gohan stood up and dusted himself off, the offered a hand to help Videl up. "Meet me out here after school."
"See ya at 2: 30."
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