Life of Gohan

By Silvertress

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z. Never did probably never will.

Author's Note: 90 reviews!!! You people are all so awesome. Yes, the last few chapters have all been kind of slow. I'm slowly getting through plot development. Hopefully with some interesting things on the way. The big goodness is going to start when Goten is born. Still I am going to make this as interesting as possible. Warning: harsh language/ Much Hercule bashing.

Announcement: I still need a beta tester for a new Dragon Ball Z fic called Evoke. Please contact me if you're interested.

Second I got my first romance fic out. (Dragon Ball Z) please look at it if you have the time. I really need some input on it. I'm trying a new and supposedly trying to impose a higher standard of writing on myself. So it's my guinea pig fic. That's basically it. Finally thank you to anyone that reads this fic, it's so great that people actually read stuff I write. Anyway as always Read, Review, and Enjoy.

On with the Show:

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"Now on Z T.V. we give you the a message from the savior of the world Mr. Satan." A female announcer proclaimed.

   The camera focused on a crowd in a huge stadium then zoomed in on the coward. Holding the victory sign with both his hands and smiling through his afroed (is that a word.) head. Gohan almost bursted into a fit of laughter right there as he saw the stupid posses he was making.

    "That's right. I defeated Cell. I am the hero of this World. Who's the most powerful? Me! I'll challenge anyone that wants to challenge this. I'm holding a tournament two days from now to prove once and for all I am the strongest on this Earth. I've heard all you people mentioning the former champion a Goku Son. That man was weak all he ever did was tricks. I am the true champ. I also send out a call to all those that know his kind of tricks to come and challenge me. Then I can prove how it's all fake. Two days you come to the rebuilt World Material Arts tournament location. Pass a few minor trials then you can try to prove me wrong. C'mon I dare all you weak saps." Mr. Satan went on to announce.

            Stunned Gohan turned off the T.V. How dare he. It's fine that he took the credit for me destroying Cell. Who wants that kind of fame? It ruins your life. There's also no point to it. But there is no way I'll let him get away with what he's stating about my Father. But how can I go without showing my identity. Another image of his future self as the Great Saiya-man flashed in his head. No not that. I'll find away. Satan you'll pay for making fun of my Father. Gohan thought with anger. As he went down stairs to consult Bulma and if worse comes to worse Vegita.

            To his relief as he went downstairs his Mother was cheerfully chatting with Bulma's mother and waved at him with a grin. Slowly he raised his left hand and shook it gently in response. That took more effort then I'm used to. Ma be I was in Super Saiya-jin form too long. This should definitely make things interesting. Absent-mindedly he continued down the hall to where he sensed Bulma's ki. He found himself in front of one of the thick lead doors that led into one of the lab rooms. With ease he opened the heavy door as if it was paper. The only sign of Bulma was a thin stream of smoke that came from behind a huge rectangular metal device in the middle of the room. Slowly Gohan walked into the room carefully dodging the array of machine parts spread on the floor. He came behind her and forced a cough. He heard her emit a startled shriek accompanied by a loud metallic thunk. Gohan stepped back, as he saw the disgruntled genius come out from under the device rubbing a spot on her aqua head.

    "You know they do say smoking is bad for you." Gohan smiled. He continued to step back as he watched her slip out completely from the machine and rise to her full height. Looking down at him she sneered and gracefully put the cigarette that was in her mouth on a nearby ashtray. The foul smell annoyed his senses but he ignored it.

   "They mean health problems. Not being interrupted by little Hybrids. While I'm working on my new invention." She said bluntly shifting her weight to one hip and placing her hand there.

   "I'm sorry Bulma. I just need your help." Gohan said earnestly using the pleading look he observed his Father use on his mother so many times.

   "What is it exactly?" She asked her eyes softening, her free hand still rubbing the spot on her head. She did have a temper but it did always recede quickly for any Son.

    "I was watching the T.V in my room and that idiot Mr. Satan came on." Gohan started.

    "Oh? That hairy idiot. He's been going on and on. On the way he supposedly beat Cell. How people believe that man is beyond even my genius. But he's really entertaining to watch." Bulma interrupted. Seeing the look of disbelief on Gohan's face she went on to say. "He's really entertaining to watch if you look at him through comical means. Kami, Gohan. You think I would actually take him seriously?" She said cocking on of her eyebrows.

    "No." Gohan said with a tone of relief. I would have to question her intelligence if she really watched him for any entertainment other than that of comical. Gohan thought. "Anyway he was going on blowing hot air about he defeated Cell and all that. But the thing that really irked me was that the bastard claimed my Father was weak and deceitful. The way he was going on about it. It looks like he's been saying that a lot lately." Gohan said with anger.

     "Actually you're right. He has. You see Goku was identified from his fight with Cell. The way they were going at it. Some people think he could've really been the one to kill the damned Android." Bulma said bowing her head.

     "I knew it." Gohan exclaimed. "Satan can keep the credit. But I can't let him go on brandishing Dad's name. You see he's going to have a tournament. Where he's going to prove that he's the strongest in the World."

     "Looks like someone is looking for validation. Must be feeling guilty for taking all the credit that you deserve." Bulma said with a smirk. Gohan nodded.

     "Usually I'd just ignore it. But I thought it could be a chance to teach him a little lesson on how not to badmouth others." Gohan said with a cocky smile. "It's just that I don't want to be recognized. I've seen enough of fame to know that it's not for me." He continued.

     "I know the feeling." Bulma said grimly. Being one of the richest people in the world did lead to some public curiosity in her family. "But they learned not to come around anymore. Vegita made sure of that. Why don't you just wear a costume? Maybe a red and green…"

     "No." Gohan shouted interrupting the train of thought that could culminate into the birth of the dreaded Great Saiya-man costume. Bulma looked at him with a perplexed look on her face. "A costume wouldn't due for what I have in mind. I want to go as the delivery boy. That's what I think they called me. It make some nice irony for him." Gohan beamed.

            Bulma nodded apprehensively. "You just can't retain your Super Saiya-jin form without going nuts from your growing senses." Bulma concluded. With a nod of concurrence she went on to say. "Well that should be simple enough to get rid of for a short period of time. I can just inject you with some sedative that should tone down that hearing of yours." With that Bulma was out the door headed towards another one of the lab rooms. Gohan wide eyed and confused slowly started to follow.

            He found himself in a doorway of one of the countless different lab rooms in Capsule Corpse. As he walked in he felt a sharp prick on his arm. On instinct he jumped back and assumed a fighting stance. Then he heard a small set of giggles. Bulma came out carrying a sizeable syringe. Gohan backed away from the sight of the needle. Among family and friends it was a well-known fact that Goku had a monstrous phobia of needles. In this instance it was like Father like Son.

     "Hey!" Gohan exclaimed.

     "Don't worry Gohan I already got you." Bulma said with a laugh. "I knew the only way I could inject you was by surprise, or to have Vegita hold you down. I thought you'd like the first way better." She smiled.

     "You were right." He exclaimed rubbing his arm where the needle pocked him. "What was that?" He asked.

     "It's a sedative that Vegita uses to suppress his full hearing. Something about my damn harpy shrieking voice makes his ears bleed when we really get into those big arguments." She said. "Now it last on him for about 3 days. But since you're only part monkey it should last a little longer. So maybe it'll last a week on you." She concluded.

     "Thanks." Gohan said as he let his hair and eyes turn blonde and teal once again. Both turned around as they heard Chichi call for him. Sighing he gave a short bow of thanks and turned towards his mother. This should be an interesting 8 or so months. He thought as he was preparing to inform her on the tournament.

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            The sun bore down high in the blue sky. The water that cascaded down the rocks seemed to make them into precious gems. A shadow slowly fell on the moss at the riverbank where the waterfall flowed.

            He's usually around here. Gohan thought. Looking around the usual territory that his teacher Piccolo resided in. I need to ask him if he'll go to the tournament with me. I'm strong enough to destroy a whole planet. Still my Mother insists that I need someone with me. That I'm only 11 years old. Like I'm so normal anyway. I was definitely forced to mature faster. He sighed then heard soft footsteps approach him. The sound was so minute being absorbed by the soft flooring of the wilderness that Gohan still under the sedative almost missed it. He turned around to have his eyes come upon a seven foot tall green man with pointed ears that stuck out from underneath a turban. Undaunted by his appearance Gohan's face went into a smile.
   "Piccolo!" He exclaimed. This was the familiar greeting he had always given him since he was very little. Only in recent years had he disregarded the polite Mister he usually put in front of the title.

            The stern face seemed to soften as the Namekian's gaze came upon the pre-teen.

   "Hey kid." He stated calmly.

   "Hey Piccolo. I came here to ask a favor." The hybrid said abruptly.

   "What?" Piccolo asked with a curios and cautious look on his face. The teacher of the young Saiya-jin learned long ago to find out what the favor was before promising to do it.

   "I need you to go to a tournament with me. Not to fight just to go. You see that damned idiot Hercule is brandishing my Father's name calling him weak. I thought it would be fun to teach him not to talk badly about others." Gohan smirked.

   "He is an idiot. Does he know that you shouldn't try the patience of others? Especially the patience of those that can send you to the Other World with a flick of their fingers. But why do you need someone to go with you?" Piccolo questioned folding his arms together in his usual way.

   "My Mother feels that it is important for me to have someone go with me to look after me. Or something along those means." Gohan said with a swift shrug of his shoulders.

   "Sure kid." Piccolo replied with a smirk.

   "Thanks." Gohan said softly almost as an exhale.

   "You know kid you're really turning into something else. I'm very proud of you." He said lowly. The teacher still wasn't the greatest about showing praise. Even to Gohan himself. Gohan turned and looked at his teacher with eyes that seemed on the verge of tears.

   "Pi…Mr. Piccolo." He stuttered. With that the boy ran up to him in tears and wrapped his arms around him. Caught off guard Piccolo had to step back a few paces, but regained his balance. Softly he put a hand on the boy's shoulder. (Dude don't even think it THIS IS NOT A YAOI!!! If ya did my aren't you a hentai!!! I have nothing against the stuff but ya won't find any in this fic. SO DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT.-sigh I'm done. This is called character development- thanks- keep on a reading^-^) The Namekian was caught off guard when he heard some soft sniffles. This was proof once more that the strongest warrior on the planet Earth was still an eleven-year-old boy who missed his Father. 

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       The crowd roared as various transportation vehicles flocked to the island where what the people called "short notice" tournament was being held. The throng of people didn't notice to figures land gently down on the island behind one of the food stands.

            Gohan stood his teal eyes opening wide at the crowd. Are all these people fighting? No they're just spectators. There's really nothing to worry about. I can't sense any real high powers except Piccolo. Other than Gohan and Piccolo none of the other Earth's Special Forces were present by request of Gohan. Slowly Gohan and Piccolo tried to form into the crowd. Of course this didn't go according to plan. People weren't used to seeing a 7-foot tall green person walking next to them. As Piccolo tried to get into the crowd, people seemed to move out of the way. Gohan's ears even picked up some screams, such as;

  "Oh lord it's King Piccolo the daemon king trying to control us again." The one that made him laugh was.

  "Oh Kami lord and master it's the little green men." The person next to the individual that stated that fact said. "I think the little green men are bloated or something. That thing is fucking 7 feet tall." Gohan had to giggle at this. One because he was eleven and someone muttered a "dirty word" and picturing Piccolo as an alien. Maybe I should say I'm half. Gohan joked to himself.

   "Some people I swear." Piccolo whispered. After the events of Gohan's emotional display to his surprise nothing had changed. Actually it felt much better. He'd been so busy the boy never really had the efficient time to let everything sink in. In fact he was doing everything in his power to oppose that concept. When it all sank in that would mean his Father was actually gone. No time for that. I got to get my entire plan in order. The gravity of this thought was thwarted by something his eyes gazed upon. There in one of the numerous stands were Mr. Satan action figures complete with Afro and puff out chest that squeak. Something every child must have. A squeaky Hercule toy. The demi- Saiya-jin chuckled to himself. 

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            Before being eligible to even enter the tournament to Gohan's disgust the would be participant had to punch a machine and score near a 100. Supposedly that was the Savior's score. Dende help me. That score was definitely false. My Mother could score better. Probably I'm scared of her so is Dad and everyone else. If you think of it she could actually cut it as the strongest or scariest being in the Universe. He sighed. He'd been waiting about two hours in a line just to land a punch on a machine he could destroy in a blink of the eye. To his surprise only about two people had punched it hard enough in a range to actually have the honor of defeating the champion. Looks like most the fighters here are ignorant. Most are just teens wanting a spot in the lime light. Most of the professionals seem to not care. Who really wants to waste their time and energy on such a weakling? God wouldn't Krillin or Tien or Yamcha count as the strongest humans anyway? Maybe they should go for the title. Piccolo seemed to settle down. At least he stopped blowing up all those cameras. Man that guy really irked him when he tried to pose for a picture with him. It didn't help that he screamed pose for me you alien. Now that I think of it having no cameras around really is a good thing. This is for revenge not fame.

            Can this line be any slower? All I want to do is kick some loud mouth ignoramus. It can't really be that complicated. Especially when he deserves it.

            The Saiya-jin sighed as he saw Hercule flexing his muscles once again and being applauded by countless fans.

   "Next up." Called a monk. Gohan looked with relief as he saw it was finally his turn. Conceal your energy. We want him to feel full of himself. Slowly Gohan walked up to the machine. He heard a few comments about his age. That he would rather ignore. Using one finger he just applied a little pressure of his ki and the machine flashed 99. He smiled as he heard the amazed murmurs of the crowd and a grunt of approval from an old teacher. He walked through the parting crowd to his mentor.

    "Now my true fun begins." He smirked to Piccolo who started to lead the way to the area for the fighters. Gohan being only 11 under some rules was allowed to have a guardian with him in the area for fighters. God dad was right about these monks they can cook. He thought as he kept up the reputation for the Saiya-jin appetite. The now four fighters that made it looked on in what seemed horror.

            Gohan went on indulging himself as he heard the other fights announced.

   "Don't you want to watch?" Piccolo asked. "Wait swallow before you talk." He added knowing the young Saiya-jin far to well.

   "I'm scarred if I watch to closely I'll pick up bad form. Have you sensed these guys? This tournament is a total shame. He won't even let the audience watch the match. Only the winner is announced. This entire thing is a huge publicity stunt. I bet that girl his agent is behind this. I think everyone in this thing except me was supposed to actually make it. Think of it he can't fight. But he can work the crowd. Like what is that sport? American Wrestling. It's all-fake but it looks good and is entertaining."

  "You could be right." Piccolo answered back.

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            Gohan went on filling himself until a monk came to him and led him toward the arena. Piccolo silently followed.

            The oldest Hybrid looked around. It was an enclosed arena. The only other beings in it were two Monks and Hercule himself. The champion stood in the middle making a pose that would make the Guinyu Force proud. Gohan slowly went along the rock path and up the steps to the ring.

   "This is a closed match to the public. On the grounds that no open tournaments are suppose to be held until the World Martial Arts Tournament. The crowd was only really here to see Mr. Satan in person. The same rules go. If the fighter dies, surrenders, or is knocked out of the ring then the other wins. Good luck defeating Satan. The other guys couldn't even land a hit." The monk whispered to Gohan. "You actually remind me of someone. Do you know a Goku Son?" The Monk went on to question quickly.

   "Yes. I'm his son." Gohan said gruffly. The Monk nodded in what seemed new respect and turned to back away.

   "Let it begin." He stated ringing a gong.

            Gohan slowly strode to the Middle of the ring. Piccolo looked on at his student. He looks so much like his Father. Piccolo thought.

            Gohan's teal eyes were focused on Satan's his blonde hair waving slowly from a slight breeze the air conditioner gave off. He wore an orange gi as his father had. A weighted blue shirt that went half way to the elbow accompanied with matching weighted wristbands. Then he had an over gi which was orange. This to Piccolo's pride displayed his symbol in the back. Then it had Goku's in the front showing the two that had trained him over the years. Looks like the son really can take the place of the Father. He thought.

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            Gohan walked slowly to the center of the ring to meet his opponent.

  "Hey kid how did they let you in here? Are you lost? I bet you want to buy some of my merchandise and got lost." The Hero mocked. Gohan gave him a glare that would make Vegita proud. I saved his life. He's stealing the credit for something I did. But the idiot can't remember my face? What is up with this guy? Gohan wondered.

   "To be nice kid I'll let you have the first blow." He went on to say. It amazes me how this guy can gloat so much and still keep those ridiculous poses. It's the Great Saiya-man meets an Afroed idiot. Why would I even care about his opinion?

   "No you can go first. I insist." He whispered calmly.

   "Have it your way kid. It's your funeral." Mr. Satan laughed. Suddenly he launched at Gohan at what seemed a fast speed for a human but didn't compare to a demi-Saiya-jin's. Gohan just moved a slight step to the right. "Oh so close. Try again." He said mockingly.

   "How did you… No matter. That was a fluke. I'll get you kid. I am Hercule Satan." The oaf launched himself at Gohan again. With a series of kicks and punches that yet again Gohan easily dodged. He took it even further to let Satan land his last kick right in the middle of his chest. "Haha I got you!!!" He exclaimed. Standing with his feet separated pointing a hand and laughing. A smirk can over Gohan as he saw the Savior get out of that stance and start to grab the foot he hit Gohan with.

   "God kid what are you made of? Who are you? I think you broke my foot!" He exclaimed with fear. The smirk on Gohan's face grew as he saw the look of panic overcome the hero's face. "Wait you're…. You're that kid from the Cell games. Why are you here? Please don't hurt me." The hero said so fast Gohan could barely make the sentence out. The hero was now frozen in place grasping at his foot and shaking.

            Gohan laughed a little. "You want to know what I want. It's very simple." Suddenly the boy lunged at the quivering man. Satan closed his eyes in fear as he saw this. Expecting it to all be over. But nothing hit him. Gohan watched calmly as he saw more terror come over Hercule as he saw his fist about a centimeter from his nose. The hero gulped, and Gohan jumped back again. "What I truly want you can't give me. I'll settle your silence."

    "Please not that anything.." Satan started pleading. "Wait… What do you mean by silence?" He asked.

     "Stop talking or mentioning the name Goku Son. He's more powerful then you'll ever be. If you keep dissing his name I'll come back and it won't be pretty. You can keep the fame. I don't want it. Don't even mention my name. Just keep my family out of it. You can say our abilities are mere tricks, even though you know it's a lie. But keep our names out of all this. My life is far to complicated to have to deal with you also. Do you understand me?" Gohan asked putting his hands on his hips.

            The false Savior looked up at the boy with what seemed beyond fear. All he did was nod.
   "Good. Now to end this." Gohan exclaimed. He relaxed into a fighting stance and started to clench his fist and emit a low scream. Hercule looked on with terror to scared to move. A golden aura surrounded Gohan and a tough wind picked up. The aura grew larger and Hurcule's terrified form started to slide across the ring. One moment he was on the hard rock of the arena the next he was on his back on the grass outside of the arena.

            The aura disappeared and Gohan started to walk towards Piccolo. The monks were running to Hercule trying to attend to his injuries. What's the fuss he's really not hurt.

    "Don't forget what I said." Gohan said swiftly and started to leave. "There are people out there that have much more strength and skill then you."

            The final feeling of satisfaction came over the boy when his ears picked up something a monk said. We need a new pair of pants for Mr. Satan here and a mop. Maybe I went a little overboard. Was all Gohan thought as the two started to leave the island. No one attempted to stop them. When they were safe in the sky heading home Piccolo spoke up for the first time in a while.

    "Kid I got something to tell you. It isn't good news."

Author's Note: Could it be that this fic is finally picking up again. What' s going on? Trust me chapter 15 is a biggy. Anyway that was the Satan chapter. If you guys request more details of the tournament there's always flashbacks. Now that ya read it and hopefully enjoyed it please review. Flame, Praise it's all-good. The same thing goes for the e-mail thing. Till next time

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