A/N ok I posted this story a while ago but decided to rewrite it and make it better. So here it is. And to thoses of you who would say people are ooc or that didn't happen I have this to say. THIS is MY story it is HOW I WANT it to be ok my idea and mine alone. So pleases r/r
Disclaimer: don't see why I have to have this here saying I make no money off of it at ALL stupid Funimation they should go to hell.
Chapter 1The time is seven years after that terrible battle against an even more terrible monster.
Seven long years since the greatest fighter ever to grace the planet Earth was lost, and seven years since a boy fought a raging battle within himself to find the strength to kill Cell. It is now quite some time since that day. Scars have healed, memory has faded. These are the years that followed. The boy who once winced at the idea of pushing himself to hurt another creature has found himself fighting and training daily to try and fill an emptiness, which has been inside him since the end of that fierce and horrific fight.
Trying to find what he is lacking—to fill the void, this is merely the beginning of Gohan's search to find it and repair his broken soul.
Though Gohan had been training everyday since the end of the battle that clamed some much. He never gained that much or as much as he should from his training. Nobody knew why. They all knew he trained every day but none of them sensed any really improvement. Gohan him self didn't really care. He wasn't focused on improving his ki or strength when he train, no he was trying to fill the void that he felt deep inside of him. A void, which nothing has been able to fill or satisfy it. When he trained he was almost always having flash backs of the fight with cell and once in a while he would remember the vision of the girl that said thank you before he passed out after the battle.
Today was like no other day. It was the same as the rest. If he didn't train alone he trained with Vegeta in the gravity room and just like all the other days he couldn't put his heart in to it. Of course Vegeta and the others didn't know this. They knew he wasn't as strong or was getting any stronger from training.
"Pay attention, brat! I was hoping to get a decent spar in today!" Vegeta yelled angrily, grunting out the words as he landed a swift uppercut to Gohan's head. Knocking Gohan out of his thoughts and forced him to concentrate on the battle at hand. Gohan was knocked down to the ground but put both hands in front and pivoted himself around making a low sweep at Vegeta's feet. Vegeta jumped up fired a small ki blast at Gohan. Gohan was sent spiraling away from the blast but he landed on both feet. Both fights were trying to catch there breathes as they resumed defensive positions wait for the other one to make the move.
"Trunks puts up a better fight then you third class baka!" said Vegeta.
Vegeta went flying at Gohan. Vegeta fazed out and fazed in right behind Gohan throwing a fierce right hook to Gohan's head.
Unfazed by the attempt and raising a hand to block with lighting quick reflexes, a smirking Gohan replied lazily, "Maybe I shouldn't go easy on you then, if you think you can handle it."
He was… holding back? Still? "What was that, boy? Why….You—you'll pay for that remark, insolent little BRAT! Take this!" He shot to the top of the room, giving himself ample room to make the attack he was preparing to launch. He put his hand out in front of him aiming it at Gohan "BIG…BANG…"
An impressed smile slipped out from the demi-Saiyan, who countered with an attack of his own. "Bring it on!" He yelled as he put both hands in front of his head gathering energy for his own attack.
"MMAAASSSSEEEENNNN…."
"….ATTACK!!"
"….KKOOOO!!"
They yelled the last part in unison from their separate sides of the gravity Room, and the two brilliant blasts went flying towards each other faster than either eye could follow.
As the blasts collided there was a blinding flash of blue and orange, colors of each attack, fusing with the force put out by each fighter, putting everything they could into the blasts. Sweat dripped down their bruised and bloodied faces, drenching their battered and torn gi's, which clung to their bodies for dear life as if the clothes knew the penalty for not hanging on for dear life to their wearers.
'He's gotten better. Since the last time.' Flashed through Vegeta's mind as he struggled to stay focused on the task at hand. 'Much better…'
"AAA—AAAAAHHHHH!!" They yelled in a frenzied unison of exclamation just as both blasts cancelled each other out and exploded outwards, knocking both fighters into the far wall and through it. As the dust settled Gohan and Vegeta slowly crawled out from the pile of ruble and debris each on was under. As they cleared the pile of rubble they serve aid the scene of destruction each of them had caused from the sparing session and cast worried glances at the rubble about them. Then turned slowly to meet each other's gaze, horrified looks on their faces. They struggled to their feet and slowly went back to the gravity room, only to find—as they had feared—that it was almost completely destroyed, and the main computer was fried, emitting sparks every few seconds. The roof was gone as was most the walls. There were holes in the floor along with some pieces of computer every where.
"Umm…eh heh…I, uh…gotta go," he began hesitantly, then threw an innocent smile to his opponent. "See ya, Vegeta!" He stretched his hand behind his head, ever so slowly backing out through the wall, eager to vacate the ruins before—
"Gohan! Vegeta!" Oops, he realized, too late. "Where do you think you're going?" a very angry Bulma yelled when she walked thrown the door of the gravity room. They tried to cover their sensitive ears from the noise.
"Umm, h-he did it!" Gohan said as he pointed to Vegeta. Better the Saiyan prince should face the wrath of the woman than Gohan himself.
"What? Was not! Y-you did it too brat!" Now it was Vegeta who pointed an accusing finger.
"Gohan, don't you dare lie to me, and Vegeta, don't call Gohan a brat! That's it—no GR for two weeks. For both of you!" she yelled as she stormed off, muttering something under her breath about ungrateful Saiyans or something; neither one could hear as they had the ears still covered to protect them from her incessant screaming.
"Leave. Now. Brat," was all Vegeta said as he stomped off to somewhere else in the house.
Later that night at the Son's home, dinner was being served and was disappearing just as fast as it got to the table. But that was normal for the Son household.
"Gohan?" Chichi asked nicely, contemplating how best to phrase her next comment in order to receive a positive reply from her eldest.
"Yes mom?" replied Gohan innocently, unaware of his mother's ulterior motives, in between mouthfuls of food.
"I was thinking…that it was time to send you to high school…" Chichi said calmly, easing out the suggestion quickly, hoping he might not notice it and promptly refuse.
'W-what? Did she say school…high school?' popped into his head as he tried to keep from choking on his food. "But—why? I already know all that stuff; you know that!"
"I want you to go because all you do these days is train and fight. You need to go out and interact with other people your age—Vegeta is hardly proper company for a young man like yourself to keep. Plus a High school diploma would look much better on your record. Now, finish up your dinner so I can wash the dishes," huffed a slightly irritated Chichi. Gohan ducked his head, defeated, and she smiled inwardly. Oh yeah, she still had it—could still hold her own against those Saiyan males.
'…Mom's sending me to school? I never thought she'd ever do something like that.' He looked up, and conceded. "Ok, I'll go." More to reassure himself, he added, "Might be kind of fun." That said, he turned back to the table for more dinner, only to find it all gone.
"Wha—?? Where'd it go?" he yelped in shock as a look of horror washed over his face.
Goten chirped, "Sorry big brother, but you weren't eating so I thought you didn't want any more. So…I ate for you." He said the last part happily, under the child-like impression that he was helping his big brother.
The look of disappointment on Gohan's face disappeared as he processed what he'd just heard. He looked down at his little brother and smiled warmly.
"Hehe, thanks a lot, Goten. Come on—let's go play before we go to bed, if you're done, k?" He reached over and rubbed the bright eyed little boy's head.
"Really?" he squealed excitedly. "We're going to play big brother? Yaayy!!" The happy little Goten shouted another yell of joy as he ran off.
Gohan obediently put the dishes by the sink and was just about to leave, when his mother caught him as he was heading out the door. "Gohan, I need to talk to you before you go to bed, alright?"
"…Ok mom," replied Gohan, hesitantly, before leaving to go find Goten.
Later that night, Goten having gone to bed long before, Gohan was lying in bed, thinking hard on what he was going to do about school.
'This is going to be tough—real tough. Not being able to show my strength to any one. Hmm, school...never thought I'd go to one, actually. Wonder why mom's sending me to one all of a sudden....' Was the last thought which entered his head before he drifted off into the fog of unconsciousness and an unrest full sleep.