We-hell, here we are…another chapter, chapter 5…hm, times go by fast, don't
they? I seem to be a bit serious today…don't know why I should, because
school will be over next week and the SOLs were so easy that I can't have
failed them…oh well.
If you're gonna vote, you'd better do it soon because when this story is over – and I don't intend on dragging it out, so it'll be soon – there will be a final vote count and I will begin. So get them in and when you do, TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK OF MY STORY TOO, DON'T JUST PUT IN A VOTE!!! That's what a lot of people seem to be doing. The votes mean NOTHING without your opinion!!! Thank you, I'll stop ranting now.
Alright, the story…last time, Goku got Gohan to let him and the other Z Warriors help him in the coming battle against the saiyan revolutionaries. Now we go to a week after those events, when the father-and-son duo are training…
Ch 5: Tron's Challenge
Goku wiped the sweat from his brow and eyed Gohan, panting slightly. For a week, all of the super saiyans (including, surprisingly, the twins) had been training hard for the arrival of the saiyan rebels. What confused the Z Warriors was two things; first, that Gohan apparently had been training the entire time he was gone and was therefore extremely powerful, and two, the twins were each at super saiyan level two. Goku supposed it ran in their blood.
"Can-can we eat now?" he asked now.
His son smiled and, powering down, nodded. "Sure, Dad."
"Oh, that's good. We've been training for…what, about 20 hours now?"
"19 hours and 96 minutes actually, but close enough." Goku growled and he laughed. They exited the gravity chamber and continued talking, walking side by side. "I don't know if it's enough though, unless we can get them to agree to something like the Cell Games. You know, tournament style."
"They'll agree to that?"
"I never said it's possible, did I? I'm just saying that that's one of the only ways I think it'll be possible for us to get out of this alive."
"Optimistic, aren't you?"
"As always."
Goku snickered. "Who do you have for the afternoon?"
"Goten. You?"
"Vegeta. Trunks is against the twins."
"And they told me they won't hold back."
This time, Goku laughed as they entered the dining room. The others were already there, since they'd been training the longest. Vegeta looked spooked.
"What's got you?" Goku asked him. He and Gohan sat on either side of him.
"The twins. Apollo and Athena."
"What about them?" Gohan demanded calmly as Hera, Chichi, Bulma, and 18 began serving (it takes a lot of food to feed a bunch of super saiyans, you know!).
"Who'd they go level two?"
"Oh, you're a bit behind the times, aren't you? They've been doing that for awhile. Obviously I trained them to."
"For crying out loud, they're only six!"
"Guess I'm good, then," Gohan grinned. He then began eating like a true saiyan – at the speed of light.
~#~
An hour later, Goten tried desperately to hit Gohan. So far, all he'd managed to do was hit the air next to his ear, and that wasn't any help. All it meant was that Gohan could kick his ass.
"You've been up for two straight days and you can still beat me!" he complained.
"Lots of practice," Gohan replied with a grin. "I've been doing this for years." Then he turned pale as a ghost as he looked upwards. "Holy shit!"
"Gohan?" Goten asked.
He snapped to attention. "What? Oh. Well, I hope you're ready, little bro. They're here."
~#~
"They're here," Gohan told the silent Z Warriors. "And it would appear they intend no mercy, because their power levels are all fairly high."
"Do you think they've killed the prince – um, what'd you say his name is?" Goku asked.
Gohan rubbed his left temple. "I doubt it," he answered thoughtfully. "They're going after me remember, and if I win…well, they most likely don't want to be ruled by me." he gave a short laugh.
"You mean if Cyram is dead, and you win the fight, you'll automatically be king?" Goten demanded.
"Yeah. It can't be anyone on the losing side, that's against all the principals, and it also has to be a saiyan – get that, a SAIYAN – that knows the laws and the system of government. Lucky me, I fit both."
Goku felt this was really not fair. "This is insane!" he complained. "Do saiyans always cause trouble?"
"They do not," objected Vegeta.
"Both of you!" Gohan snapped, and they stared at him. "That's not the issue at hand!" He ran a hand through his hair. "We can't fall apart now, not with them being so close. I think we may – mind you, may – have an advantage."
'Why?" Krillin asked curiously.
"Well…there was one saiyan in particular that-well, he never really liked me. he thought I took Hera away from him. See, he loved her, and he was always so sure that she would never take anyone else. He hated me when I married her."
Hera moaned. "You don't think it was-"
A harsh, angry voice interrupted her. "Yes it was!"
The Z Warriors looked up to see their worst nightmare come to life. At least twenty saiyans, each in different armors, hovered in the air above Capsule Corp. One of them, a particularly mean one with a long scar running down his face and wild hair like Bardock's eldest, lowered himself next to Gohan. Gohan, to say the least, didn't like the arrangement.
"What are you doing here, Tron?" he demanded angrily.
"Why, Gohan!" the saiyan cried, pretending surprise. "I didn't expect you to be here!"
"Cut the games Tron, now where is Prince Cyram?"
"Come now, Seerow, you know I give nothing with nothing in return."
"You never did," snapped Hera.
Tron turned to her and made to slap her face, but faster then any of them could blink, Gohan had grabbed his wrist and flipped him into the ground, very obviously not holding back on his strength. Tron groaned, his wrist bleeding from Gohan's hold.
Instantly the rebels jumped. Before they could reach him, Tron yelled, "STOP, ALL OF YOU! NOW!"
He got up again and glared his followers down. "None of you are to touch him. He will be mine, when the time comes. As for you-" he turned to Gohan, "-you, I have special plans for."
"Forgive me if I don't jump with enthusiasm," Gohan replied sarcastically.
Tron laughed cruelly. "Ah, if there is one thing I like about you, it's that you always did have a sense of humor. You will jump when you realize what the prize is."
"And that would be?"
"One-on-one battle, just you and me. Winner takes all."
"Let us be clear on what the stakes are, friend. You must, above all else, release Prince – now King – Cyram."
"One more thing," urged Tron. "Winner takes the kingdom."
"That's what releasing the king would mean, wouldn't it?"
"No, no. I mean whoever wins becomes king."
"No. Whoever wins chooses who becomes king. I don't want the saiyan crown Tron, you should know that by now. And if I win, by your terms, I would rule."
He looked back at the Z Warriors, and smiled. "This is my home. I won't leave it again, not for the likes of you."
"So sentimental," Tron sneered. "I want to add one more thing, my hybrid fellow. We take this planet, should we win."
"No you don't!" blurted out Krillin. The saiyans simply glared at him. Although extremely nervous, he didn't turn away. "This planet has nothing to do with your revolution!"
"And yet it has everything," Tron laughed. "Explain to them Seerow, so they aren't haunted by their own ignorance."
Gohan growled deep in his throat and turned to them. "Their whole argument against the crown was that the old king did not send out teams to purge planets of their peoples. These people feel that saiyans were made to destroy and should always continue that tradition. King Ratiz felt that saiyans could be changed, that saiyans could live in peace with the outside world." He shuddered, showing his anger. "And these people believe that saiyans are – are killers, unable to change."
"Too true," Tron commented. "That's what saiyans are, what saiyans do! And we enjoy it, don't we, boys?" The group behind him roared their approval. "Now, our fight shall be tomorrow at dawn. Perfect for your demise, I think."
"Perfect for yours, too," Gohan snapped. "Go now, Tron, before I go back on the agreement and kill you now."
All laughing rudely, the saiyans took to the air and flew into the distance. Gohan suddenly turned his back on them and punched his fist through the wall next to him. Hera went over to him and whispered something into his ear, and he nodded and stood up.
"Well, guess it's a tournament."
ONTO CHAPTER 6!!!
A/N: There we go, all done! Votes haven't really changed much, so I'm not bothering to put them all up, but if you want anything other then Gohan/Videl, you better say so soon because that seems to be what the average of votes is going to. Thank you to all that have been helping me, can't do this without you!
I'm watching the Cell Games as I'm writing this…and I got an idea for another story…anyone want a story on Cell and Gohan?
What else do I have to say? Oh yeah – advertising! Read Shooting Star, stories are great! And whenever she gets on, read ssj2m's stuff 'cause she's my friend and she helps me with ideas and stuff like that. Bye bye for now!!! -saiyagal
If you're gonna vote, you'd better do it soon because when this story is over – and I don't intend on dragging it out, so it'll be soon – there will be a final vote count and I will begin. So get them in and when you do, TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK OF MY STORY TOO, DON'T JUST PUT IN A VOTE!!! That's what a lot of people seem to be doing. The votes mean NOTHING without your opinion!!! Thank you, I'll stop ranting now.
Alright, the story…last time, Goku got Gohan to let him and the other Z Warriors help him in the coming battle against the saiyan revolutionaries. Now we go to a week after those events, when the father-and-son duo are training…
Ch 5: Tron's Challenge
Goku wiped the sweat from his brow and eyed Gohan, panting slightly. For a week, all of the super saiyans (including, surprisingly, the twins) had been training hard for the arrival of the saiyan rebels. What confused the Z Warriors was two things; first, that Gohan apparently had been training the entire time he was gone and was therefore extremely powerful, and two, the twins were each at super saiyan level two. Goku supposed it ran in their blood.
"Can-can we eat now?" he asked now.
His son smiled and, powering down, nodded. "Sure, Dad."
"Oh, that's good. We've been training for…what, about 20 hours now?"
"19 hours and 96 minutes actually, but close enough." Goku growled and he laughed. They exited the gravity chamber and continued talking, walking side by side. "I don't know if it's enough though, unless we can get them to agree to something like the Cell Games. You know, tournament style."
"They'll agree to that?"
"I never said it's possible, did I? I'm just saying that that's one of the only ways I think it'll be possible for us to get out of this alive."
"Optimistic, aren't you?"
"As always."
Goku snickered. "Who do you have for the afternoon?"
"Goten. You?"
"Vegeta. Trunks is against the twins."
"And they told me they won't hold back."
This time, Goku laughed as they entered the dining room. The others were already there, since they'd been training the longest. Vegeta looked spooked.
"What's got you?" Goku asked him. He and Gohan sat on either side of him.
"The twins. Apollo and Athena."
"What about them?" Gohan demanded calmly as Hera, Chichi, Bulma, and 18 began serving (it takes a lot of food to feed a bunch of super saiyans, you know!).
"Who'd they go level two?"
"Oh, you're a bit behind the times, aren't you? They've been doing that for awhile. Obviously I trained them to."
"For crying out loud, they're only six!"
"Guess I'm good, then," Gohan grinned. He then began eating like a true saiyan – at the speed of light.
~#~
An hour later, Goten tried desperately to hit Gohan. So far, all he'd managed to do was hit the air next to his ear, and that wasn't any help. All it meant was that Gohan could kick his ass.
"You've been up for two straight days and you can still beat me!" he complained.
"Lots of practice," Gohan replied with a grin. "I've been doing this for years." Then he turned pale as a ghost as he looked upwards. "Holy shit!"
"Gohan?" Goten asked.
He snapped to attention. "What? Oh. Well, I hope you're ready, little bro. They're here."
~#~
"They're here," Gohan told the silent Z Warriors. "And it would appear they intend no mercy, because their power levels are all fairly high."
"Do you think they've killed the prince – um, what'd you say his name is?" Goku asked.
Gohan rubbed his left temple. "I doubt it," he answered thoughtfully. "They're going after me remember, and if I win…well, they most likely don't want to be ruled by me." he gave a short laugh.
"You mean if Cyram is dead, and you win the fight, you'll automatically be king?" Goten demanded.
"Yeah. It can't be anyone on the losing side, that's against all the principals, and it also has to be a saiyan – get that, a SAIYAN – that knows the laws and the system of government. Lucky me, I fit both."
Goku felt this was really not fair. "This is insane!" he complained. "Do saiyans always cause trouble?"
"They do not," objected Vegeta.
"Both of you!" Gohan snapped, and they stared at him. "That's not the issue at hand!" He ran a hand through his hair. "We can't fall apart now, not with them being so close. I think we may – mind you, may – have an advantage."
'Why?" Krillin asked curiously.
"Well…there was one saiyan in particular that-well, he never really liked me. he thought I took Hera away from him. See, he loved her, and he was always so sure that she would never take anyone else. He hated me when I married her."
Hera moaned. "You don't think it was-"
A harsh, angry voice interrupted her. "Yes it was!"
The Z Warriors looked up to see their worst nightmare come to life. At least twenty saiyans, each in different armors, hovered in the air above Capsule Corp. One of them, a particularly mean one with a long scar running down his face and wild hair like Bardock's eldest, lowered himself next to Gohan. Gohan, to say the least, didn't like the arrangement.
"What are you doing here, Tron?" he demanded angrily.
"Why, Gohan!" the saiyan cried, pretending surprise. "I didn't expect you to be here!"
"Cut the games Tron, now where is Prince Cyram?"
"Come now, Seerow, you know I give nothing with nothing in return."
"You never did," snapped Hera.
Tron turned to her and made to slap her face, but faster then any of them could blink, Gohan had grabbed his wrist and flipped him into the ground, very obviously not holding back on his strength. Tron groaned, his wrist bleeding from Gohan's hold.
Instantly the rebels jumped. Before they could reach him, Tron yelled, "STOP, ALL OF YOU! NOW!"
He got up again and glared his followers down. "None of you are to touch him. He will be mine, when the time comes. As for you-" he turned to Gohan, "-you, I have special plans for."
"Forgive me if I don't jump with enthusiasm," Gohan replied sarcastically.
Tron laughed cruelly. "Ah, if there is one thing I like about you, it's that you always did have a sense of humor. You will jump when you realize what the prize is."
"And that would be?"
"One-on-one battle, just you and me. Winner takes all."
"Let us be clear on what the stakes are, friend. You must, above all else, release Prince – now King – Cyram."
"One more thing," urged Tron. "Winner takes the kingdom."
"That's what releasing the king would mean, wouldn't it?"
"No, no. I mean whoever wins becomes king."
"No. Whoever wins chooses who becomes king. I don't want the saiyan crown Tron, you should know that by now. And if I win, by your terms, I would rule."
He looked back at the Z Warriors, and smiled. "This is my home. I won't leave it again, not for the likes of you."
"So sentimental," Tron sneered. "I want to add one more thing, my hybrid fellow. We take this planet, should we win."
"No you don't!" blurted out Krillin. The saiyans simply glared at him. Although extremely nervous, he didn't turn away. "This planet has nothing to do with your revolution!"
"And yet it has everything," Tron laughed. "Explain to them Seerow, so they aren't haunted by their own ignorance."
Gohan growled deep in his throat and turned to them. "Their whole argument against the crown was that the old king did not send out teams to purge planets of their peoples. These people feel that saiyans were made to destroy and should always continue that tradition. King Ratiz felt that saiyans could be changed, that saiyans could live in peace with the outside world." He shuddered, showing his anger. "And these people believe that saiyans are – are killers, unable to change."
"Too true," Tron commented. "That's what saiyans are, what saiyans do! And we enjoy it, don't we, boys?" The group behind him roared their approval. "Now, our fight shall be tomorrow at dawn. Perfect for your demise, I think."
"Perfect for yours, too," Gohan snapped. "Go now, Tron, before I go back on the agreement and kill you now."
All laughing rudely, the saiyans took to the air and flew into the distance. Gohan suddenly turned his back on them and punched his fist through the wall next to him. Hera went over to him and whispered something into his ear, and he nodded and stood up.
"Well, guess it's a tournament."
ONTO CHAPTER 6!!!
A/N: There we go, all done! Votes haven't really changed much, so I'm not bothering to put them all up, but if you want anything other then Gohan/Videl, you better say so soon because that seems to be what the average of votes is going to. Thank you to all that have been helping me, can't do this without you!
I'm watching the Cell Games as I'm writing this…and I got an idea for another story…anyone want a story on Cell and Gohan?
What else do I have to say? Oh yeah – advertising! Read Shooting Star, stories are great! And whenever she gets on, read ssj2m's stuff 'cause she's my friend and she helps me with ideas and stuff like that. Bye bye for now!!! -saiyagal