Disclaimer: If I owned DBZ, would I be writing here? No I'd be writing
episodes. Anyway, you know all this stuff already. Some Spanish is
included, but because I dropped out five years ago I forget how to spell
and use some of it, so I added translations. Well, enjoy!
It was Gohan's very last spring break since attending Orange Star High School and amid all the work, he was ready for some rest and relaxation in his senior year. At this time, the state was trying to limit the amount of immigrants to try and lower the high rising population. Gohan had become pretty popular in school, he was smart and did all of his work with enough time to join the baseball team and be a huge hit star, making him very popular. At this time in his high school life, Gohan was just starting to go out with Videl and that leads us to our setting. Gohan is walking down the road in Satan City, going to Videl's house.
"Wow, after reducing all the crime in this town, Satan City isn't a bad place." Gohan looked around the city. "Growing up my whole life in the mountain arena, it's great to finally have a break and hang out in the urban areas. I wouldn't mind living here." Gohan was still under cover as the Great Saiyaman, protecting crime while protecting his high school identity. Going down the street, he ran into some classmates from one of his classes at school.
"Hey Gohan, what's up?" One asked, these were the rebellious kind of punks.
"Nothing much, how you doing?"
"Pretty good."
"Alright." Gohan nodded. "I'm going to Videl's."
"Oh." They cat call. "Well we won't keep you waiting."
"Thanks, see ya later." Gohan waved and continued on his way. They were pretty good guys to Gohan, well when they weren't causing petty crimes. Finally Gohan stopped to check his watch. "Wow, it's already noon." He saw a stand across the way on the corner. "Hmm, maybe I'll stop and have a snack." Gohan bought a sprite and a chocolate bar. He sat down on a bus bench to eat and looked around at the town he was sworn to protect, when all of a sudden.
"Ah!"
"Hu?" Gohan snapped out of his thoughts and looked around to find the source of the cry. He turned to see the group of friends from earlier, only now a girl was with them.
"Hey, what's the matter baby?" One asked as he pulled on her arm. She tried to tug away as Gohan watched the scene.
"Come on, let's go back to my place." Another wrapped his arms around her waist. She went to slap him but one other grabbed her hand and they all laughed. Gohan began to grow angry.
"Don't worry, this will be fun." He began to toy with her.
"Hey!" Gohan couldn't take anymore, he ran over.
"What?" They looked up. "Oh, hey Gohan."
"What do you think you're doing!"
"Hey, we're cool and all, but this is none of your business ok? So beat it while I beat on her." The boy smirked and went to advance on the defenseless girl.
"That's enough!" Gohan growled and balled up his fists.
"Oh look at him, who do you think you are hu? The Great Saiyaman?" They began to laugh.
Gohan hesitated. 'The girl is in trouble but I can't risk letting my identity loose in front of this group of cool kids, my popular reputation would be ruined. But I have to do something!'
"This won't hurt a bit." He went over to kiss her.
"Stop it!" Gohan punched each one of them. "Come on." Gohan pulled the girl away as the gang lay dazed on the ground. Gohan was strong but he could feel the girl resisting. They stopped at the bus bench where Gohan sat her down. "Man I'm sorry, are you ok?" The girl curled up on the bench and shivered. "Hey don't worry, I'm not like them, it's alright." He went to touch her for support but she whimpered and raised her arms, so Gohan drew back. "Tell me, talk to me." No reply. "Hmm." Gohan stood up and began to think. "Maybe she doesn't speak English." He turned back to her. "What language do you speak? French, Italian, German, Spanish?" He stopped himself. "Wait, I'm saying them in English, she wouldn't understand." Gohan began to think. "Um, uh, Doich? Espanol?" (Translation: German, Spanish?)
"Tu hablas Espanol?" She looked up eagerly. (Translation: You speak Spanish?)
"Hu what?" Gohan stopped, that was it, she spoke Spanish! "Alright now, let me think." Gohan folded his arms and tried to remember any of the Spanish he'd learned his first year of high school. He'd dropped out because it was hard, hard even for him. "Oh ok, I know. I'll just start out with the basics." The girl watched as Gohan sat down next to her. "Me llamo Gohan. Y tu, como te llama?" (Translation: My name is Gohan. And you, what is your name?)
"Yo soy Kiara." She smiled slightly, a little less fearful. (Translation: I am Kiara.)
"Adonde vive tu?" (Translation: Where do you live?)
"San Diego."
"Oh." Gohan was confused, this was LA.
"Yo quierro ir a casa." She began to cry. (I want to go to home.)
"Aw, I'm sorry." Gohan began to feel bad, she must be lost and all alone. "Yo quierro ayudarte." (Translation: I want to help you.)
"Que?" (Translation: What?)
"Yo quierro ayudarte ir a casa." (Translation: I want to help you get to your home.)
"Aye, Gohan!" Kiara hugged him. Gohan smiled but then stopped and looked at her, she was hurt and had bleeding cuts from when the group of bullies had attacked her. Kiara began to cough.
"Oh no, you're sick?" Gohan drew back. He began to refresh his rusty memory. "Sick, how do you say.... oh." Gohan looked at her. "Estas tu enferma?" (Translation: Are you sick?) He reached forward and felt her forehead. "Oh man." He panicked. "You're burning up!" Kiara looked at him. "Wow, this is bad." Gohan began to think, he couldn't take her to a doctor because she didn't speak English, thus making her an immigrant. "Wait, Bulma!" Kiara looked up and Gohan turned to her. "Ven, donde mi amiga Bulma, ella puede ayudarte porque tu estas enferma." (Translation: Come, let's go to my friend Bulma, she can help you because you're sick.)
"Si." (Translation: Yes.)
"Ok." Gohan helped her up and she coughed again. Gohan frowned, he hoped Bulma could her or else she could be in trouble. Gohan took her to Bulma and explained the situation. "Bulma, this is Kiara, I found her on the street and saved her from being assaulted by some punks. She's hurt and kinda sick, but I can't take her to a doctor so I came to you for help."
"Why?"
"Because," Gohan was reluctant. "She can't speak English."
"You mean she's an immigrant?" Gohan nodded. "I see then. Well, we can fix the language barrier first." Bulma pulled out a drawer and opened a capsule case, taking out yellow number one. She put the pill in water and gave it to Kiara. Dehydrated, she drank it. "That should do it."
"Do what?"
"Watch, say something to her."
"Hey, uh, Kiara?"
"Yes?" Gohan gasped, Kiara had just spoken English!
"That's amazing Bulma!" Gohan beamed, Bulma just blushed at the work of her invention. "Wow, this is great, now we can help you a lot easier." "What do you mean?" Kiara asked, still slightly confused.
"You see, you're lucky that I took a year of beginners Spanish and also that I remembered some of it. Now that we speak the same language it's easier to help you. Understand?"
"Yea, I do." Kiara nodded and began to cough again.
"Oh, now to take care of that. Gohan, you should go so I can treat her, ok?"
"Alright Bulma. See you later Kiara." Gohan left the room and decided to go outside. He opened the door and who should stand there but an angry.... "Videl! What are you doing here?"
"I've been watching you Gohan, and I know what you're up to." Videl growled.
"You do?" Gohan gulped nervously, Videl worked with the police.
"You've been seeing another girl haven't you? She's your girlfriend isn't she?"
"Hu, what?" Gohan was shocked but relieved. "No, it's not like that at all, I swear."
"It'd better be cause I'm watching you Gohan, and if you screw it up, it's all over."
"Don't be mad." Gohan hugged her. "I only love you and you know it, she's just a friend I'm helping. She was sick and kinda beat up so I took her to Bulma for help."
"Oh?" Videl didn't buy it. "Why not just take her to the hospital then hu?"
"Uh." Gohan swallowed hard. "Because I, um, am afraid of doctors."
"Hu?" Videl's face changed completely.
"Yea, I've been a petrified chicken my whole life." Gohan blushed. "Well, I gotta go and I bet you're busy too. Sorry about today, maybe we can hang out next week?"
"Yea sure, whatever." Videl pouted again.
"Great, alright, by." Gohan waved and closed the door. He slumped down to the floor. "Whew." That was a close one.
"Well Gohan, Kiara's all better." Bulma came out with Kiara who was wearing new cloths.
"Great."
"Thanks Gohan, I'd be lost without you." Kiara hugged him. Gohan hesitated but then returned the embrace, he liked it. But somebody else didn't, Videl, who was watching from the window.
It was Gohan's very last spring break since attending Orange Star High School and amid all the work, he was ready for some rest and relaxation in his senior year. At this time, the state was trying to limit the amount of immigrants to try and lower the high rising population. Gohan had become pretty popular in school, he was smart and did all of his work with enough time to join the baseball team and be a huge hit star, making him very popular. At this time in his high school life, Gohan was just starting to go out with Videl and that leads us to our setting. Gohan is walking down the road in Satan City, going to Videl's house.
"Wow, after reducing all the crime in this town, Satan City isn't a bad place." Gohan looked around the city. "Growing up my whole life in the mountain arena, it's great to finally have a break and hang out in the urban areas. I wouldn't mind living here." Gohan was still under cover as the Great Saiyaman, protecting crime while protecting his high school identity. Going down the street, he ran into some classmates from one of his classes at school.
"Hey Gohan, what's up?" One asked, these were the rebellious kind of punks.
"Nothing much, how you doing?"
"Pretty good."
"Alright." Gohan nodded. "I'm going to Videl's."
"Oh." They cat call. "Well we won't keep you waiting."
"Thanks, see ya later." Gohan waved and continued on his way. They were pretty good guys to Gohan, well when they weren't causing petty crimes. Finally Gohan stopped to check his watch. "Wow, it's already noon." He saw a stand across the way on the corner. "Hmm, maybe I'll stop and have a snack." Gohan bought a sprite and a chocolate bar. He sat down on a bus bench to eat and looked around at the town he was sworn to protect, when all of a sudden.
"Ah!"
"Hu?" Gohan snapped out of his thoughts and looked around to find the source of the cry. He turned to see the group of friends from earlier, only now a girl was with them.
"Hey, what's the matter baby?" One asked as he pulled on her arm. She tried to tug away as Gohan watched the scene.
"Come on, let's go back to my place." Another wrapped his arms around her waist. She went to slap him but one other grabbed her hand and they all laughed. Gohan began to grow angry.
"Don't worry, this will be fun." He began to toy with her.
"Hey!" Gohan couldn't take anymore, he ran over.
"What?" They looked up. "Oh, hey Gohan."
"What do you think you're doing!"
"Hey, we're cool and all, but this is none of your business ok? So beat it while I beat on her." The boy smirked and went to advance on the defenseless girl.
"That's enough!" Gohan growled and balled up his fists.
"Oh look at him, who do you think you are hu? The Great Saiyaman?" They began to laugh.
Gohan hesitated. 'The girl is in trouble but I can't risk letting my identity loose in front of this group of cool kids, my popular reputation would be ruined. But I have to do something!'
"This won't hurt a bit." He went over to kiss her.
"Stop it!" Gohan punched each one of them. "Come on." Gohan pulled the girl away as the gang lay dazed on the ground. Gohan was strong but he could feel the girl resisting. They stopped at the bus bench where Gohan sat her down. "Man I'm sorry, are you ok?" The girl curled up on the bench and shivered. "Hey don't worry, I'm not like them, it's alright." He went to touch her for support but she whimpered and raised her arms, so Gohan drew back. "Tell me, talk to me." No reply. "Hmm." Gohan stood up and began to think. "Maybe she doesn't speak English." He turned back to her. "What language do you speak? French, Italian, German, Spanish?" He stopped himself. "Wait, I'm saying them in English, she wouldn't understand." Gohan began to think. "Um, uh, Doich? Espanol?" (Translation: German, Spanish?)
"Tu hablas Espanol?" She looked up eagerly. (Translation: You speak Spanish?)
"Hu what?" Gohan stopped, that was it, she spoke Spanish! "Alright now, let me think." Gohan folded his arms and tried to remember any of the Spanish he'd learned his first year of high school. He'd dropped out because it was hard, hard even for him. "Oh ok, I know. I'll just start out with the basics." The girl watched as Gohan sat down next to her. "Me llamo Gohan. Y tu, como te llama?" (Translation: My name is Gohan. And you, what is your name?)
"Yo soy Kiara." She smiled slightly, a little less fearful. (Translation: I am Kiara.)
"Adonde vive tu?" (Translation: Where do you live?)
"San Diego."
"Oh." Gohan was confused, this was LA.
"Yo quierro ir a casa." She began to cry. (I want to go to home.)
"Aw, I'm sorry." Gohan began to feel bad, she must be lost and all alone. "Yo quierro ayudarte." (Translation: I want to help you.)
"Que?" (Translation: What?)
"Yo quierro ayudarte ir a casa." (Translation: I want to help you get to your home.)
"Aye, Gohan!" Kiara hugged him. Gohan smiled but then stopped and looked at her, she was hurt and had bleeding cuts from when the group of bullies had attacked her. Kiara began to cough.
"Oh no, you're sick?" Gohan drew back. He began to refresh his rusty memory. "Sick, how do you say.... oh." Gohan looked at her. "Estas tu enferma?" (Translation: Are you sick?) He reached forward and felt her forehead. "Oh man." He panicked. "You're burning up!" Kiara looked at him. "Wow, this is bad." Gohan began to think, he couldn't take her to a doctor because she didn't speak English, thus making her an immigrant. "Wait, Bulma!" Kiara looked up and Gohan turned to her. "Ven, donde mi amiga Bulma, ella puede ayudarte porque tu estas enferma." (Translation: Come, let's go to my friend Bulma, she can help you because you're sick.)
"Si." (Translation: Yes.)
"Ok." Gohan helped her up and she coughed again. Gohan frowned, he hoped Bulma could her or else she could be in trouble. Gohan took her to Bulma and explained the situation. "Bulma, this is Kiara, I found her on the street and saved her from being assaulted by some punks. She's hurt and kinda sick, but I can't take her to a doctor so I came to you for help."
"Why?"
"Because," Gohan was reluctant. "She can't speak English."
"You mean she's an immigrant?" Gohan nodded. "I see then. Well, we can fix the language barrier first." Bulma pulled out a drawer and opened a capsule case, taking out yellow number one. She put the pill in water and gave it to Kiara. Dehydrated, she drank it. "That should do it."
"Do what?"
"Watch, say something to her."
"Hey, uh, Kiara?"
"Yes?" Gohan gasped, Kiara had just spoken English!
"That's amazing Bulma!" Gohan beamed, Bulma just blushed at the work of her invention. "Wow, this is great, now we can help you a lot easier." "What do you mean?" Kiara asked, still slightly confused.
"You see, you're lucky that I took a year of beginners Spanish and also that I remembered some of it. Now that we speak the same language it's easier to help you. Understand?"
"Yea, I do." Kiara nodded and began to cough again.
"Oh, now to take care of that. Gohan, you should go so I can treat her, ok?"
"Alright Bulma. See you later Kiara." Gohan left the room and decided to go outside. He opened the door and who should stand there but an angry.... "Videl! What are you doing here?"
"I've been watching you Gohan, and I know what you're up to." Videl growled.
"You do?" Gohan gulped nervously, Videl worked with the police.
"You've been seeing another girl haven't you? She's your girlfriend isn't she?"
"Hu, what?" Gohan was shocked but relieved. "No, it's not like that at all, I swear."
"It'd better be cause I'm watching you Gohan, and if you screw it up, it's all over."
"Don't be mad." Gohan hugged her. "I only love you and you know it, she's just a friend I'm helping. She was sick and kinda beat up so I took her to Bulma for help."
"Oh?" Videl didn't buy it. "Why not just take her to the hospital then hu?"
"Uh." Gohan swallowed hard. "Because I, um, am afraid of doctors."
"Hu?" Videl's face changed completely.
"Yea, I've been a petrified chicken my whole life." Gohan blushed. "Well, I gotta go and I bet you're busy too. Sorry about today, maybe we can hang out next week?"
"Yea sure, whatever." Videl pouted again.
"Great, alright, by." Gohan waved and closed the door. He slumped down to the floor. "Whew." That was a close one.
"Well Gohan, Kiara's all better." Bulma came out with Kiara who was wearing new cloths.
"Great."
"Thanks Gohan, I'd be lost without you." Kiara hugged him. Gohan hesitated but then returned the embrace, he liked it. But somebody else didn't, Videl, who was watching from the window.