All right! Here's chapter 6! It's kind of toned down, nothing really important really happens. I'm just linking the last chapter to the next. So, Enjoy!

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The real folks blues

I only want to know what true sadness is

Sitting in muddy water

Isn't such a bad life

If it ends after the first time

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Chapter 6

   Gohan flopped onto the couch and turned the television on. He started to flip through the channels, trying to find something to watch. Everything was the same on each channel.

   "On this day seven years ago," The reporter said, "The world was saved from Cell by the almighty Hercule Satan."

   Gohan sunk in the chair. He had lost track of all time. Seeing Hercule Satan on that television made his father's death come flooding back. He had tried to forget about it, but his constant reminder was always seen on every station. Why did life torture him like this? Why?

   Seven years ago…it seemed so far away. Where had the time gone? Maybe it went when he tried to help raise his younger brother. Maybe when he started school. Maybe when he tried to forget. A few tears ran down his eyes. His father…so brave and heroic…

    Anger suddenly came over him. Goku had promised not to leave them again. He had promised to come home safely, and this made Gohan angry. Goku didn't keep a single promise he made. That was the basis of his life—broken promises.

   "Gohan…my arm…"

   Gohan let go of Jet's arm. He never realized that Jet had even sat down. Gohan sighed and stared at the TV silently.

   "Are you all right Gohan? You're acting strangely."

   Gohan blinked at Jet blankly. "What?"

   "You're eyes look sad. Have you been crying?"

   Gohan shook his head vigorously. "No, why would I be crying. I have no reason to cry."

   "Gohan…you've been on this ship for a couple of weeks now, and we still know barely anything about you. This has something to do with it, doesn't it."

   "I don't want to talk about it."

   "Fine" Jet got up off the couch and headed towards the kitchen.

   "My father." Gohan started. Jet turned around. "My father died seven years ago today. I was only eleven."

   "I'm sorry to hear that."

   "Cell killed him."

   "That's terrible. That Hercule Satan guy must have beaten Cell good for killing him then, right?"

   "You think Hercule beat Cell?"

   Jet walked back over to the couch and raised an eyebrow. "No. He tries too hard. The true hero has been keeping it a secret, and let Hercule Satan take the credit."

   "You're almost there."

   "What?"

   "My father killed himself in an attempt to kill Cell. To make a long story short, Cell was going to blow himself up. If anyone touched him, he would explode, killing himself and the rest of the world. My father transported him to another planet, where Cell blew up. The thing is, Cell survived and my father didn't."

   "So, who was your father?"

   "Look at the screen. See that footage they're showing?"

   "Yeah…"

   "The tall blonde man, talking into the microphone…"

   "The one acting like an idiot?"

   Gohan blushed. "Um…yeah. That's him all right. Very naïve sometimes outside of battle. Now, you see the boy?"

   "Yes."

   "That's me."

   Jet looked form the TV to Gohan, and back. The eyes and hair were different, but besides that, they looked like they resembled each other.

   "How…"

   "Different story for a different time. That kid, who's me, was taken as a 'delivery boy'"

   "Right, I remember watching that, then he…I mean, you, started fighting Cell. After a while, everything went blank."

   "Correct. I beat Cell. I messed up at one point. I didn't kill Cell when I had the chance. That led to my father's death. After I defeated Cell though, Hercule Satan took the credit. Half of me likes that he did, and the other half hates it."

   "What a sad story. No one deserves to go through that."

   "Trust me, I've been through a hell of a lot more than any other eighteen year old kid. The other stories I'll tell another time."

   "I knew Satan was a fake."

   "Yeah, I wish the rest of the world would realize that too."

   The TV went to a commercial. In the middle of the commercial, the screen went black and switched to a show.

   "Howdy partners. What bounties to we have today?" A black man appeared on the screen. He was in a cowboy outfit. A blonde girl appeared next to him. She was wearing a vest that barely covered her, and low-rise jeans.

   "I don't know! Let's take a look." The girl smiled at the camera. A picture then showed on the corner of the screen. The picture was of a boy. He had silver hair with fangs. He seemed to be wearing an outfit from ancient Japan.  

   "My, my. Who is this?" The girl shrugged her shoulders.

   "This is Inuyasha. He's wanted for countless murders, assassinations, and drug dealing. He's a dangerous one, so be careful bounty hunters. He's worth five million dollars!"

   "Do we have anyone else?"

   "In fact, we do. We just received word that Son Gohan is wanted for murder in Satan City. Since this is only his first offense, he's only worth one million dollars. Please, report to the Satan police if you find him."

   "All right!" The girl said in her ditzy, southern voice. "See you later, space cowboy."

   The picture then quickly turned back to the coverage of the Cell games.

   "What the…" Gohan was nearly speechless. A bounty, on HIS head?

   "I've been meaning to talk to you about that. I have connections in the police forces. I've known about this for weeks."

   "And you didn't turn me in?"

   "No. Even though we could use the money, I decided not to."

   "Why?"

   "I never really thought about it. I guess it's your personality. You're nicer than Spike, and not as demanding as Faye."

   "Um…okay."

   "Anyway, we need to come up with a new name. You can't use Son Gohan anymore, or they'll catch you quickly."

   Gohan thought hard. Maybe he could just use Saiya-man again. Wait, the police know that name. So hard…

   "How about S.C.?" Jet said.

   "Why? What does it stand for?"

   Spike smiled. "Space Cowboy, of course."

   That's it! It was perfect. Why hadn't Gohan thought that one up himself? Wait…Saiya-man really was a bad name, wasn't it? That's why he hadn't thought up S.C. for himself.

   "It's perfect."

   "Okay then. We're going to be landing on Venus pretty soon. You'll be able to roam around freely there, and get anything you need, okay?"

   "Fine." Gohan then stood up. Jet watched him walk from the couch and up the stairs.

   "Where are you going now?"

   "To train. It's how I deal with things. Get me when we land on Venus please."

   "You know Spike's going to be in there."

   Gohan flashed a smirk at Jet. "I know."

   Jet laughed. "All right. I'll get you when we land. It should be in about an hour."

   "All right. I'll see you then."

   "See ya."

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All right… S.C? What am I thinking? I couldn't come up with anything else, and I want to give Gohan a new name for the purpose of later chapters. Anyway, review!

See you later Space Cowboy…