A/N: Okay, I guess I need to give another explanation for not
updating.again. Long story made short, I got grounded and as part of the
deal, I wasn't allowed anywhere near my computer for a week. ~growl~ And I
just found out that ff.net is having problems.again.so no updating for
ANOTHER week or so. ~double growl~ Guess I'm not the only one with
troubles.
Anywho, here's another chapter. It starts about an hour before the battle,
as a scene between father and Son. And as you all know, something HAS to
mess up, right? Well, here's the screw-up!
Ch: A Saiyan's Sickness Gohan watched the night sky, which was slowly going from the deep blue of midnight to the dark-to-light orange and red of the morning. He had always enjoyed looking at the stars, imagining the people who must live on the planets surrounding those suns. It boggled his mind, the possibilities of all the variables. Goku came up behind him. "Hey, Gohan," he said. "Up early, huh?" "Yeah." "Do you think Cryam's okay?" "I know he is." "Oh." There was silence for a few minutes. Then, "Dad?" "Yes, Gohan?" "Do you think you could beat Tron?" Goku regarded his son with some surprise. "I suppose, if I had to. Why? It's been set up as a battle between you and him." "I don't know.if I can," Gohan replied softly, and turned to face his father. Goku could see that he was pale and sweaty, and that his eyes were glittering strangely. "Gohan!" Goku cried. He put a hand to his forehead. "Gods above, you're burning up!" Gohan nodded weakly. "Damn, you've got the worst timing in the world!" Using the mental powers Gohan had been teaching him to control, he Sent to both Chichi and Hera, Chi, Hera? What is it, Goku? Chichi is next to me. Gohan's sick. I'm not sure what it is, but he's all pale and sweating, and he's got a major fever. What? But that's not possible. Hera, if you know what this could be, tell me now! Well, about a year ago - but I don't know why I didn't remember this until now - he had a sort of cold, or at least it's the saiyan equivalent of one. According to the scientists, patients have a relapse of it every year or so. I guess it's his turn. How long does it last? The worst of it passes in about half a day, and after that you normally need to rest for another day. Goku swore. We don't have the time for that! I know. It would seem you and the others will have to fight for him. Kami, Seerow won't be happy. Seerow is in no condition to fight, Goku shot back. I'll tell him and get him over there. Meanwhile, you two get a bed and whatever else ready. Alright. Good luck convincing him. Out loud, Goku said, "Gohan, you're going to bed. Don't argue with me," he added heatedly, seeing him start to protest. "You're in no condition to fight a fly, let alone Tron. I'll take him on." Gohan shook his head, his illness making even that movement hurt. "No," he whispered. "I'll still fight him. Not today, but two days from now. I've known him for a long time, Father, and although I don't like him at all, I respect him, and he me. The saiyans these days have a sense of honor, and if he knows about my relapse, then he'll wait until I'm ready." "No Gohan! Even you don't trust him; how can we?" "There is no trust involved. He knows that I had the maylifa around a year ago - every saiyan on the planet does, it was all over the news - and as everyone knows, it reoccurs every year. He will wait. Ahh!" he groaned. Goku helped him to his feet. "Come on," he said gently. "I'll get you home, and we'll talk more later, okay?" "If there is a later," came the dark reply. Goku teleported as softly as he could, and still felt his son's pain as he laid him down on the bed. Hera, her own face quite pale although for different reasons, began to tend him. The twins stood near a door, their faces masks. They were old enough to understand that this wasn't good, that this was very bad. Very bad indeed. ~#~ It was dawn. The Z Warriors watched as Tron and his company came closer and closer. There were three new ones: two that looked just like the rest, and the last one, not much older then Apollo and Athena. He held himself high and aloof, as though he was better then them. "Cyram," Apollo said, loud enough for them to hear. "The prince." Tron sneered as he stopped. "So where is Seerow?" he asked with contempt. "Is he afraid?" "No," Athena growled, her face showing her anger. "He's sick. From a relapse of the maylifa virus." "The great Seerow falls ill?" snorted Tron. One of his cohorts gave a bark of laughter. The boy prince spoke. "For once in your life, be an honorable warrior, Tron," he said, his voice oddly accented. "He believes you to be that way. Wait a few days." Ignoring the looks he got from everyone, Cyram continued. "You came here to fight out your differences with my uncle. You cannot until he is well again. So I suggest you wait if you want your ultimate battle." Tron looked angry, then conceded. "Fine!" he snapped. "Seerow has three days. If he is not here by then, I kill Cyram and take this planet as my own." "HEY!" Goku protested. Tron turned his icy glare on him. "This planet will never be sold away in some deal! Even if my son isn't better by then, you'll have a fight in the rest of us!" "And who might you be?" Goku stood straight and tall. "Son Goku!" he replied in a loud, clear voice. "Ah. So you are the one Seerow loves sooooo much." His warriors laughed. "He's my son! Obviously he would!" Tron snorted with contempt. "So you say. I'll look foreword to defeating you once Seerow is dead and gone. Let's go!" he cried, and he and his group took off. Goku trembled with barely suppresed rage, but then he felt a hand on his shoulder. Looking down, he saw that it was Apollo. "Come on, Grandpa," the boy said softly. "The day will soon come that Tron will pay for his evil deeds." "Yeah," his twin chimed in. "Dad always told us that things will always work out, and we'll prove him right!" Goku nodded, letting his grandchildren's words sit in his mind. Yes, things would work out. And he'd be there to see it.
ONTO CHAPTER 9!!!
A/N: Okay, yeah, the end sounds a bit like the end of the entire story, doesn't it? Don't worry, still gonna keep going! And, for all of you that were waiting, the votes are in and the results are decided! Here's all the votes, in order from the most to the least:
Gohan/Videl: 5 Gohan/Future Trunks: 4 Uubuu/Marron: 2 Trunks/Pan, Goten/Bra, Goten/Trunks, Gohan/Bra, and Goten/Marron: 1 each
Well, it looks like Gohan and Videl won! Thanks to everyone that participated, it means a lot!!!
As for other issues.I've got a new story called The Ways of a Saiyan. All I have so far is the prologue, and the next chapter will be up whenever I am free. Because not only do I have to continue this fic and update What If.?, but I'm also working with super-saiyan-monkey and ssj2m to write a story about a really BAD wish called The True Evil. So enjoy your weekend - I know I will!!! Byz! -saiyagal
Ch: A Saiyan's Sickness Gohan watched the night sky, which was slowly going from the deep blue of midnight to the dark-to-light orange and red of the morning. He had always enjoyed looking at the stars, imagining the people who must live on the planets surrounding those suns. It boggled his mind, the possibilities of all the variables. Goku came up behind him. "Hey, Gohan," he said. "Up early, huh?" "Yeah." "Do you think Cryam's okay?" "I know he is." "Oh." There was silence for a few minutes. Then, "Dad?" "Yes, Gohan?" "Do you think you could beat Tron?" Goku regarded his son with some surprise. "I suppose, if I had to. Why? It's been set up as a battle between you and him." "I don't know.if I can," Gohan replied softly, and turned to face his father. Goku could see that he was pale and sweaty, and that his eyes were glittering strangely. "Gohan!" Goku cried. He put a hand to his forehead. "Gods above, you're burning up!" Gohan nodded weakly. "Damn, you've got the worst timing in the world!" Using the mental powers Gohan had been teaching him to control, he Sent to both Chichi and Hera, Chi, Hera? What is it, Goku? Chichi is next to me. Gohan's sick. I'm not sure what it is, but he's all pale and sweating, and he's got a major fever. What? But that's not possible. Hera, if you know what this could be, tell me now! Well, about a year ago - but I don't know why I didn't remember this until now - he had a sort of cold, or at least it's the saiyan equivalent of one. According to the scientists, patients have a relapse of it every year or so. I guess it's his turn. How long does it last? The worst of it passes in about half a day, and after that you normally need to rest for another day. Goku swore. We don't have the time for that! I know. It would seem you and the others will have to fight for him. Kami, Seerow won't be happy. Seerow is in no condition to fight, Goku shot back. I'll tell him and get him over there. Meanwhile, you two get a bed and whatever else ready. Alright. Good luck convincing him. Out loud, Goku said, "Gohan, you're going to bed. Don't argue with me," he added heatedly, seeing him start to protest. "You're in no condition to fight a fly, let alone Tron. I'll take him on." Gohan shook his head, his illness making even that movement hurt. "No," he whispered. "I'll still fight him. Not today, but two days from now. I've known him for a long time, Father, and although I don't like him at all, I respect him, and he me. The saiyans these days have a sense of honor, and if he knows about my relapse, then he'll wait until I'm ready." "No Gohan! Even you don't trust him; how can we?" "There is no trust involved. He knows that I had the maylifa around a year ago - every saiyan on the planet does, it was all over the news - and as everyone knows, it reoccurs every year. He will wait. Ahh!" he groaned. Goku helped him to his feet. "Come on," he said gently. "I'll get you home, and we'll talk more later, okay?" "If there is a later," came the dark reply. Goku teleported as softly as he could, and still felt his son's pain as he laid him down on the bed. Hera, her own face quite pale although for different reasons, began to tend him. The twins stood near a door, their faces masks. They were old enough to understand that this wasn't good, that this was very bad. Very bad indeed. ~#~ It was dawn. The Z Warriors watched as Tron and his company came closer and closer. There were three new ones: two that looked just like the rest, and the last one, not much older then Apollo and Athena. He held himself high and aloof, as though he was better then them. "Cyram," Apollo said, loud enough for them to hear. "The prince." Tron sneered as he stopped. "So where is Seerow?" he asked with contempt. "Is he afraid?" "No," Athena growled, her face showing her anger. "He's sick. From a relapse of the maylifa virus." "The great Seerow falls ill?" snorted Tron. One of his cohorts gave a bark of laughter. The boy prince spoke. "For once in your life, be an honorable warrior, Tron," he said, his voice oddly accented. "He believes you to be that way. Wait a few days." Ignoring the looks he got from everyone, Cyram continued. "You came here to fight out your differences with my uncle. You cannot until he is well again. So I suggest you wait if you want your ultimate battle." Tron looked angry, then conceded. "Fine!" he snapped. "Seerow has three days. If he is not here by then, I kill Cyram and take this planet as my own." "HEY!" Goku protested. Tron turned his icy glare on him. "This planet will never be sold away in some deal! Even if my son isn't better by then, you'll have a fight in the rest of us!" "And who might you be?" Goku stood straight and tall. "Son Goku!" he replied in a loud, clear voice. "Ah. So you are the one Seerow loves sooooo much." His warriors laughed. "He's my son! Obviously he would!" Tron snorted with contempt. "So you say. I'll look foreword to defeating you once Seerow is dead and gone. Let's go!" he cried, and he and his group took off. Goku trembled with barely suppresed rage, but then he felt a hand on his shoulder. Looking down, he saw that it was Apollo. "Come on, Grandpa," the boy said softly. "The day will soon come that Tron will pay for his evil deeds." "Yeah," his twin chimed in. "Dad always told us that things will always work out, and we'll prove him right!" Goku nodded, letting his grandchildren's words sit in his mind. Yes, things would work out. And he'd be there to see it.
ONTO CHAPTER 9!!!
A/N: Okay, yeah, the end sounds a bit like the end of the entire story, doesn't it? Don't worry, still gonna keep going! And, for all of you that were waiting, the votes are in and the results are decided! Here's all the votes, in order from the most to the least:
Gohan/Videl: 5 Gohan/Future Trunks: 4 Uubuu/Marron: 2 Trunks/Pan, Goten/Bra, Goten/Trunks, Gohan/Bra, and Goten/Marron: 1 each
Well, it looks like Gohan and Videl won! Thanks to everyone that participated, it means a lot!!!
As for other issues.I've got a new story called The Ways of a Saiyan. All I have so far is the prologue, and the next chapter will be up whenever I am free. Because not only do I have to continue this fic and update What If.?, but I'm also working with super-saiyan-monkey and ssj2m to write a story about a really BAD wish called The True Evil. So enjoy your weekend - I know I will!!! Byz! -saiyagal