Disclaimer: It's true. I don't own DBZ. I write this story out of pure
imagination and entertainment purposes.
This is my very first fanfiction for this site and I am a little nervous. This is chapter one of my story. It's probably a little on the short side, but please bear with me. I hope you like it. Would you like more? Just review and let me know. And yes, I can also handle flames. I wrote the story in this format because it would mesh into a big mess the other way.
This story is (of course) about Gohan. but someone else is also going to be the main character. Who is it? It's not Videl. The person won't be revealed in this chapter, but the 3rd Chapter. So you'll have to be paitent.
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Gohan lay there in the clearing of the forest looking up at the sky. Watching the clouds go by was something that reminded him of long ago, back before the Cell Games. Back when he and his father lay down to watch the clouds go by. Krillin had thrown a rock at Goku's head thinking that his new abilities would stop the rock from hitting him. Krillin was obviously wrong when the unsuspecting Goku cried out in pain and yelled at him for doing so.
"Krillin! Why did you go and have to do that!?" Goku cried out. Those were the happy times Gohan had. Happy days such they were, before losing his father. Cell killed him by trying to blow himself up along with the planet. Instead, Goku came to the rescue by using his 'instant transmission' to go to another planet and blow it up. Goku, unfortunately, died in the explosion. It had been Gohan's fault for not destroying Cell when he had the chance.
"Oh dad, I miss you so much," Gohan spoke out loud to himself.
"It's my fault that you died. I was depressed for a while, but everyone helped me get through it," he said as tears came to his eyes.
"Mom and I are doing really well, especially with an extra addition to the family."
At that moment, a child's screech of laughter ripped through the forest.
Suddenly, from behind the trees, a young boy came running out laughing while crying out, "I found you Gohan!" Gohan paid no heed to the young boy, but kept staring up at the sky. The boy stopped in his tracks, with a questioned look on his face.
"Hello? Gohan? Are you okay?" the boy asked, leaning over his brother with a concerned look on his face.
Gohan broke his gaze at the sky and looked at his younger brother, noticing the questioned look on his face. "Sorry Goten. I was just thinking to myself."
"Oh," Goten replied. "But I thought we were playing hide and seek. You're not really hiding Gohan."
"I guess you're right squirt," Gohan replied with a smile.
He stood up, now looking down at his little brother. "Okay, you got me. Do you want to keep playing?" he asked.
"Not really anymore," Goten replied. "I want to train with you again. You promised you would train with me."
Goten put on a frown his face, looking at his brother. "Okay, okay," Gohan said. "Let's get to it then. Are you ready Goten?"
Suddenly, the sound of large rumble was heard. The source of that rumble happened to come from Goten's stomach. "Uh, Gohan?" he asked. "Before we train, can we eat? I am starving."
Gohan laughed at this. "Sure squirt. It is lunch time after all, and mom probably has something cooking for us."
"Yay!" the young boy cried out. "How about I race you Gohan? What do you say?"
"You're on Goten. But you better watch it. I will beat you," Gohan stated matter of factly.
"No you won't," replied Goten. "You're going to eat my dust!"
Goten laughed as he ran off, disappearing behind the trees. "He reminds me so much of dad," Gohan thought to himself as he stayed behind. "He looks like a miniature Goku, by the characteristics he displays."
He then looked up at the sky. He saw a cloud that looked a lot like his father. He smiled again as that cloud brought back the memories with his dad. "Gohan!" a voice called from within the forest. "You said you would race me! I can't beat you if you don't race!"
"Coming!" Gohan yelled back. With that, Gohan took off running through the forest, racing his brother home.
This is my very first fanfiction for this site and I am a little nervous. This is chapter one of my story. It's probably a little on the short side, but please bear with me. I hope you like it. Would you like more? Just review and let me know. And yes, I can also handle flames. I wrote the story in this format because it would mesh into a big mess the other way.
This story is (of course) about Gohan. but someone else is also going to be the main character. Who is it? It's not Videl. The person won't be revealed in this chapter, but the 3rd Chapter. So you'll have to be paitent.
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Gohan lay there in the clearing of the forest looking up at the sky. Watching the clouds go by was something that reminded him of long ago, back before the Cell Games. Back when he and his father lay down to watch the clouds go by. Krillin had thrown a rock at Goku's head thinking that his new abilities would stop the rock from hitting him. Krillin was obviously wrong when the unsuspecting Goku cried out in pain and yelled at him for doing so.
"Krillin! Why did you go and have to do that!?" Goku cried out. Those were the happy times Gohan had. Happy days such they were, before losing his father. Cell killed him by trying to blow himself up along with the planet. Instead, Goku came to the rescue by using his 'instant transmission' to go to another planet and blow it up. Goku, unfortunately, died in the explosion. It had been Gohan's fault for not destroying Cell when he had the chance.
"Oh dad, I miss you so much," Gohan spoke out loud to himself.
"It's my fault that you died. I was depressed for a while, but everyone helped me get through it," he said as tears came to his eyes.
"Mom and I are doing really well, especially with an extra addition to the family."
At that moment, a child's screech of laughter ripped through the forest.
Suddenly, from behind the trees, a young boy came running out laughing while crying out, "I found you Gohan!" Gohan paid no heed to the young boy, but kept staring up at the sky. The boy stopped in his tracks, with a questioned look on his face.
"Hello? Gohan? Are you okay?" the boy asked, leaning over his brother with a concerned look on his face.
Gohan broke his gaze at the sky and looked at his younger brother, noticing the questioned look on his face. "Sorry Goten. I was just thinking to myself."
"Oh," Goten replied. "But I thought we were playing hide and seek. You're not really hiding Gohan."
"I guess you're right squirt," Gohan replied with a smile.
He stood up, now looking down at his little brother. "Okay, you got me. Do you want to keep playing?" he asked.
"Not really anymore," Goten replied. "I want to train with you again. You promised you would train with me."
Goten put on a frown his face, looking at his brother. "Okay, okay," Gohan said. "Let's get to it then. Are you ready Goten?"
Suddenly, the sound of large rumble was heard. The source of that rumble happened to come from Goten's stomach. "Uh, Gohan?" he asked. "Before we train, can we eat? I am starving."
Gohan laughed at this. "Sure squirt. It is lunch time after all, and mom probably has something cooking for us."
"Yay!" the young boy cried out. "How about I race you Gohan? What do you say?"
"You're on Goten. But you better watch it. I will beat you," Gohan stated matter of factly.
"No you won't," replied Goten. "You're going to eat my dust!"
Goten laughed as he ran off, disappearing behind the trees. "He reminds me so much of dad," Gohan thought to himself as he stayed behind. "He looks like a miniature Goku, by the characteristics he displays."
He then looked up at the sky. He saw a cloud that looked a lot like his father. He smiled again as that cloud brought back the memories with his dad. "Gohan!" a voice called from within the forest. "You said you would race me! I can't beat you if you don't race!"
"Coming!" Gohan yelled back. With that, Gohan took off running through the forest, racing his brother home.