Shinrai no Saiken
By the Falcon
Type: Part Two of 'Partners'
Title: "Shinrai no Saiken" - Translation: "Bond of Trust"
Yeah, 'bout damn time I got this out! See guys, It took me long enough, but it's out now!! -cackles- Here we go!
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REVIEWS FROM PARTNERS PART ONE CHAPTER SIX
MarshmellowDragon: Hi there! You like Yumi, huh? I'll keep that in mind, I like her too! By the by, just between you and me, and TheShadowPanther can vouch for me on this, I don't like Gohan romance either. So we're golden! There might be light stuff later, but let's face it, they're eleven and twelve years old. Chocolate bread? I've never heard of that…
TheShadowPanther: Ah, Panther-chan. -grin- Yes, it was actually Yuki who inspired Leave Me, Stay. Fear his L33t-n355. Yes, it is very simple to learn L33t, but don't use it in ordinary context, otherwise you'll look like a moron. I would know.
How did I know that you would like Kira best? Really, I did. I agree, it does need some work, but this part should be a little better, since it's more current. Alright, alright, I will put more girls in. By the way, Sasuke is kind of a pervert, that'll show up next chapter. -snicker- I love him!
Also, when it comes to the Z-senshi, he will be close with Piccolo and Vegeta in particular, and sorta okay with Bulma and Krillin. You'll just have to see with the rest. Also, this part of the series deals with the complete and total meltdown and Gohan and Goku's relationship, so prepare for some bashing.
TRU-SSJ5-RAM: Um, hello! -grin- It's nice to meet you! You like Stormeon? I do too! Thank you for the nice review, it made me very happy. See, the thing is, I don't know Japanese, but I'm learning how to speak and read it, so writing gives me good practice. Less angst? I'll see what I can do.
Golden Warrior12: Hiya! Mmmm, slash… -cackles- You hate Goku too? Actually, mine isn't so much a hatred so much as a distinct dislike of him. I believe that he was a very bad father. And everyone loves the maniacal penguins!
Animefan123: I'm gonna put your reviews from both chapters five and six in here at once, okay?
5:You don't mind Goku!bashing, that's good, because there will be some. Also, in this story, I'm making Marron the same age as Goten, for my own reasons that I won't explain yet.
6: You like Stormeon, I do too! Also, I really don't do Gohan/Romance, it doesn't click with me. But I might pair up our darling Sasu-kun. -smirk- I was actually planning on sticking Lara back in anyway, I'm glad that someone besides me likes her! Everyone loves the Maniacal Penguins! -cackles-
Nytingale: Hello, it's nice to meet you! The basic gist of what happened in the ending was that Goku left him again, and Gohan was angsting his heart out. You like Pyro best? Interesting.. I'll see what I can do. And so many people like Kira, I love it! Aoi's a personal favorite of mine, we get deeper into her too, Do you think I give each pokemon an in-depth personality? Also, we'll get more into Hikaru, since she's older now. I'm learning to read, write, and speak Japanese, so fan fiction is a good way for me to practice. Everyone loves the ever-reigning FLUFF, we always need more FLUFF!
Oh, you can send in OCs or just diagram a personality, any help you can offer is good to me!
I don't know the theme song to D.N. Angel, I adore the manga, and I love Satoshi! And I'm not familiar with Linkin Park either. And no, you can never have too many crazy dudes. In this part, we'll get more of Shigeru and of new charas too, I'll try to bring in Pyro and Hydra again.
Suuki-Aldrea: Hi again! I'm sorry, but I have other plans for Yumi, and I generally don't pair up Gohan, I don't think that this Gohan would let anyone close enough to him in that way. I'll see what I can do about the Z-senshi, okay?
Mmmm, ramen..
Dark-Canine69: Hi! Go maniacal penguins! Trust me, at this point, I think I'd get lynched if I didn't put them in. -smirk-
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Now, on with the fic…
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Silently, a lone figure with several pokemon at his side walked through Viridian Forest, head down and stride slow.
::Come on Gohan, please cheer up!:: Pikachu pleaded, but the now thirteen year old demi-saiyan refused to look up.
::Gohan,:: Kira tried. ::Don't be like this, Vegeta and your dad-::
"He's not my dad." For the first time in hours Gohan looked ahead. "He is no father of mine."
::Fine, Vegeta and Goku know that you didn't mean to blow up the gravity room. It's just an instinct for you to use an attack when angry.:: The Delcatty soothed and rubbed up against Gohan's leg affectionately. ::Relax.:: Gohan sighed and stared at his palm, eyeing the scar that he had inflicted upon himself years ago with a crystal, along with a promise.
"It's funny." He muttered. Pikachu would have quirked an eyebrow had she had eyebrows.
::What is?::
"The promise that I made. I swore I'd never run away, now here I am." The saiyan sighed again and stared up at the sky, which was beginning to darken and speck with stars. The huge moon was full, and the forest was lit softly with a glow that few people could really appreciate. Every so often a Rattata or a Nidoran skittered around, but had no success in startling the saiyan, who with his ki sense could tell exactly what was out there.
Then, there was a rustling noise and Gohan turned to face Moltres herself.
"What is it?" He asked in slight confusion, knowing that the legendary birds rarely paid house calls. Or in this case, forest calls. The fire bird lowered her head and stared down at the still rather short hybrid's level, crimson eyes serious.
::It's time, little Chosen One. Are you willing?:: She asked, and Gohan nodded, ebony orbs grave. ::Do you accept the responsibility being passed to you, after being initiated by the pokemon Rapidark?:: Another nod. ::Good.:: The legendaries were also quite known for short and brief answers. ::Then come with me.:: With that, Moltres held out a flaming wing and Gohan was lifted up onto the broad back. ::Do you wish to bring your companions, little Chosen One?::
"My pokemon, if they are allowed, yes." Gohan answered, and Moltres nodded.
::Of course, they are very close to you and have looked after you well.:: She said, and the saiyan instantly scooped up his friends/guardians.
"Arigatou." He murmured, suddenly feeling very drowsy and warm while propped up on Moltres' back. The bird smiled.
::Don't fret.:: She said to his now rather panicked pokemon. ::It is only a light sleeping effect. The ceremony will be rather long, and he will have to be well rested. Can't have our Chosen One falling asleep halfway through, can we?:: Feeling sheepish, they relaxed, and clung tightly while the bird lifted off from the ground.
::Gohan..…:: A voice whispered in Gohan's ear. Still half asleep, the boy turned over, squinching his eyes shut.
::Gohan, wake up!:: A groan and a mumbled 'Go away.'
::Chosen One!:: The title woke him up slightly, but not near enough to consciousness for Moltres' liking. ::-sigh- When are you going to get up? We can't very well start without you!::
"Raishu..." Gohan growled, and received a sharp jab in the ribs by a paw that undoubtedly belonged to Pikachu.
::No, you are not going to get up next week! Get your ass awake right now before I shock you!::
That woke him up pronto. Gohan sat up faster than humanly possible (Really.) and glared at Pikachu, who shocked him anyway simply for the hell of it.
"Itai!" The saiyan yelped, more on reflex rather than in pain and grumbled some rather nasty Japanese curses. Moltres smiled.
::Finally. It is about time you awoke.:: She remarked, and Gohan looked around to take in his surroundings. They were in a large, icy cave, and the little light sparkled off the frozen walls, showering the cave with glow.
"Where are we?" The saiyan asked, and Moltres bent down to nuzzle at his forever unruly hair.
::We are in the Cave of Legend. Only legendary pokemon know of this, and you are the first human- or rather, almost human to be allowed in here. And no pokemon other than legendaries to date have ever been allowed either.:: Moltres informed them, ruffling her feathers just a bit, showering small flames upon the walls. Both Gohan's and his pokemon's eyes were wide at this and the saiyan's jaw was dropped.
"Whoa, so I guess this is a big thing?" He asked, and the large bird could have slapped her forehead in the sheer naiveté at this.
::No bigger, Chosen One. Now if you don't mind I think we should get going, the ceremony cannot start without you, you know. Everyone is eager to meet you.:: Gohan didn't have to ask to know who 'everyone' was. Yumi had told him enough about this via Rapidark so that he had a vague idea of what was going to happen, but the Kaioshin had no details, only an enigmatic smile and a promise that he would like the effects. That in itself, not to mention the fact that he trusted his friend with his life was really what convinced him, but the saiyan couldn't deny that he would have taken the opportunity anyway, Yumi or not. With a smile, the hybrid nodded.
"Hai, we can't keep them waiting." Without another word the small group began to trek through the cave, and despite his nervousness Gohan just couldn't keep from looking around, the scientist in him just bursting for a chance to examine this place further. At the sight of the young boy's head whipping around trying to take everything in at once, Moltres smiled slightly then busied herself with observing the saiyan's companions. They seemed to cling to him, not in fear for themselves but in protectiveness for their trainer's well being and security. She chuckled.
'So Rapidark was right.' She thought to herself. 'He is pure of heart, his soul itself causes even the most vicious of beings to tame and love him. He is most definitely the one most suited for the task ahead, his heart will protect him and the gifts we give.' Moltres was snapped out of her musings by a jab in the side by a tiny paw.
::Oi, care to share your thoughts?:: The outspoken little Pikachu inquired, tilting her head to the side in an effort to understand. Moltres shook her head, eyeing Gohan's raised eyebrow.
::Nothing.:: She muttered, casting them a smile. ::Don't worry yourselves.:: The rest of the walk was spent in silence, Gohan still in scientist mode, until they arrived at a larger cavern than the rest, and abruptly, all action ceased. The cavern was filled to capacity with legendary pokemon, to the dogs in Johto and Groudon and Kyogre all the way from Hoenn. They had all been avidly talking until the group entered, then it went silent. Moltres calmly stepped forward and with a gentle shove from the bird, Gohan-tachi were revealed.
Suddenly, the pink Mew leapt up to Gohan's level and began examining him in utter fascination, running her paws through his hair and observing his strangely colored eyes.
::Wow, you don't look like I thought you would! I was expecting someone a little.... y'know.. um..:: Mew then began making a gesture above both her and Gohan's heads, causing the saiyan to blush crimson.
"Um, yeah. My height's embarrassing." He muttered. "My father didn't look his age until he was 16." Mew merely giggled at him.
::And your hair and eyes are funny! And- eeks!:: The little pokemon was cut off as a large, violet paw grabbed her and stuffed her face first onto the cave floor. Everyone present winced.
"Ouch... that really had to hurt." Gohan said, until he caught a good look at the prosecutor. "Ack! Mewtwo!" Pikachu, Kira, and Aoi moved in front of him on mere reflex, and Moltres nuzzled the anxious 11 (and 3/4s!) year old.
::Don't fret, child, Mewtwo has no ill intent, he is here for the same reason as the rest of us.:: She soothed and Gohan relaxed, but kept a close eye on the feline clone.
::So. Are we ready for the ceremony to begin?:: A cold, dry voice
belonging to Articuno asked, and Moltres nodded.
::Yes.:: Gohan's nervousness was now beginning to show a bit more, fear reflecting in his eyes.
"What do I have to do?" He asked, and the fire bird attempted to pacify him.
::Don't worry, all you have to do is sit tight and not move until we say so. All of you, pokemon included.:: The saiyan nodded and sat where he was, assuming that it was fine. Pikachu, Kira, Aoi, and even Hikaru sat beside him, and the chibi saiyan closed his eyes, almost in a meditation. He had never appreciated Piccolo's lessons so much until now. The Legendaries gathered around him and he heard, not with his ears, but with his senses a pulsing and power filled mantra. A golden light filled the cave, and the last thing Gohan was aware of was being cradled by a large white wing. Then, he blacked out.
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The saiyan's vision was blurry when he awoke, and he was startled to find himself comfortably lying in his bed, at Oak's lab. Gohan sat up, wondering if it was all a dream, but his pokemon (Who were currently sleeping on him. ) , his pokedex, pokeballs, and PokeNav proved otherwise. The 'Dex was now gold and green (green on top), with a strange symbol on it. The symbol consisted of a rainbow covered phoenix with a pair of dragon's wings an each side, all in rainbow. It was tiny, yes, but still very, very recognizable. His twelve pokeballs on his belt were also green and gold, and also coveted the symbol as well. Two staffs that were more like swords (think Sakura's key of Clow staff, somethin' like that!) were clenched in his fist; one with a brilliant onyx phoenix on it and the other with a beautiful scarlet dragon that looked very much like Kotoko. Both were black and silver, smooth, shiny, and comfortable to his touch, and tiny jewels of rainbow colors were embedded in them in a thin ring at the top. To top it off, each pokemon snoozing on him had a bright, shimmering band around its neck, with the same symbol. However, the collars seemed to color with each pokemon, seeing as gold may have been just a bit conspicuous. Just then, Pikachu stirred.
::Wha-?:: She mumbled and sat up, eyes wide. ::Okay. What the hell happened?!:: Then, a stinging pain went off in Gohan's head and he clapped a hand where it hurt, startling all there. ::Daijoubu?!:: Pikachu questioned, obviously worried.
"Daijoubu, don't worry, I'm fine." He soothed. Then, he proceeded to rub his head gingerly. "Owie... wonder how I got back?" Gohan muttered to himself. Pikachu shrugged.
::Not a clue. But what I'm wondering is why we're here instead of at your house. Not that this isn't much better, mind you.:: She stated, then prodded Aoi, Kira, and Hikaru. ::Wakie wakie guys!:: Pikachu chirped cheerfully. Slowly the others awoke, blinking sleepily.
::Eh? Anyone get the number on that Charizard?:: Kira muttered sleepily, then mumbled a bit and turned over, snuggling into Gohan's side. ::But Gohan, I don't wanna drink any Comet..:: All others sweatdropped.
"I shudder to think of what she's dreaming of." Gohan said offhand to Pikachu, who nodded. "I hafta stop by the 'Z' place anyway, let's just let her sleep. You know she doesn't like Goku at all. Gets all hissy and snappish. Not that I blame her, of course-" The boy trailed off, before getting out of bed, casting a quick spell (Or what he called spells,) to get rid of that grimy feeling he always felt after sleeping in his clothes, and changed them.
He was soon garbed in a pair of formfitting black jeans that rode low on his slim hips, a white skin tight sleeveless shirt with a green dragon on it, and a pitch black half-trenchcoat with the kanji for 'Pride' on the back. With hands used to that sort of thing, he fastened on a rather complicated looking silver belt that didn't really do much, and slipped on black boots and black fingerless elbow gloves. Pikachu whistled slightly, and the boy promptly scowled at her.
"Oh, be quiet. Yumi's recently got this strange obsession with making clothing now, and unfortunately, I'm her favorite dress-up doll. At least she's good at what she does," he muttered to himself. "Though, I think making that art book was going a bit far."
-AN- Art Book: Book made by manga-ka to display special promotional, regular, or never before seen drawings of their characters. Ex: Di Gi Charat Chocola 2001. Think for Gohan those outfits and those from Card Captor Sakura, only instead of skirts think tight jeans and half-trenchcoats, really, really pretty. I want one so bad.. Trenchcoat, that is.
::C'mon, you know you look good in what she makes.:: Aoi commented, sitting up. ::So just go with the flow, I think they look very nice on you.:: Gohan rolled his eyes, but said nothing, then gaped as his two staffs suddenly shrunk down and hung themselves around his neck by the delicate silver chain of his pendant. Then, he shrugged.
"Well, that helps." Many a person would have expected the saiyan to be having conniptions at this point, but Gohan wasn't a normal child. Personally, he was quite used to strange things happening around him, and by now was quite resilient when it came to odd doings, such as the daffodils that were growing under his bed. The cause of those was a simple one, dealing with a prank, revenge, and a rogue, rebellious baby Bulbasaur. Those three subjects were the only ones he needed to tell Sasuke, before the other boy had burst out laughing.
"Lets get going." He said, and opened his door to walk out. His pokemon leapt off the bed and followed at his heels, bantering mildly as they had a tendency to do. One did not spend so much constant time around one another and not be at least that comfortable.
"And where are you off to in such a hurry?" Gohan stopped walking as Professor Oak stuck his head out the kitchen door, raising an eyebrow. Gohan grinned.
"I'm going to stop by the badly named 'Z' pad, then go to Sasuke's house. Is that alright?"
"Why are you asking me? But yes, it's fine. But are you going to eat over at his house, or will I need to make doubles?" Oak asked knowingly, and it was confirmed when the boy shot him a cheeky grin.
"Would it bother you?" He asked sheepishly, and the man ruffled his hair affectionately.
"Not at all. You know Sasuke and your friends are always welcome here." He answered with a smile, watching as Gohan's face lit up.
"Thanks!" He called out as he raced out the door, "I am so, so, so late!!"
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"You need to work on your landings." Sasuke smirked as he said this, watching in amusement as his friend glared at him.
"Oh, shut up." Gohan grumbled as he picked himself off the floor, before glaring darkly at his pokemon, whop were laughing at him.
::So much for your catlike reflexes, eh?:: Kira giggled, and dodged the half-hearted swat at her head. Aoi rolled her eyes and shook her head; an interesting expression on her face.
::Children.:: She muttered, and Kira scowled at her.
::Oh, you're just grouchy because you wanna act like a puppy and your dignity won't let you? Maybe you're getting old.:: Kira mocked, and something inside the other pokemon, in a way that only a woman would understand.
::You. Did. Not. Just. Call. Me. Old.:: She growled. The Delcatty smirked and wagged her tail teasingly. ::That's it!:: And she launched herself straight at the neko, and the two went at each other in a mockery of a fight, snarling and hissing and all. Gohan grinned.
"Eh, they'll never change." He said quietly, and Sasuke slung his arm around the younger boy's shoulder.
"Only you. Only you could possibly find this normal."
"You mean you don't?" There was a smile rarely seen on the Chosen Child's face, and Sasuke smirked at him, shaking his head.
"Your fault my friend, your fault."
"You know, sometimes I wonder what I might've been if I hadn't met you." Sasuke stated later. The two were sitting outside in Oak's backyard eating sandwiches, and somehow the conversation had gotten onto the not-so distant past. Gohan tilted his head, and thought about the question.
"Well, I imagine that we never would have met Yumi, and you never would have gotten into Celadon Gym. If you hadn't met me, Hinote may still have been able to battle, and for all I know, you might have been League champ."
"Or, Hinote might have died from the Viridian Battle. I might be in a normal high school like Obaa-sama wanted, and be living a boring life without my pokemon." Sasuke countered with a slight grin, and Gohan sighed as Kira succeeded in swiping the saiyan's from him. Pikachu chirped and hopped up onto his head.
::Yes, and imagine if you hadn't met us?:: She inquired, and both boys fell silent. Gohan had long since understood Pikachu, but Sasuke had only just begun to understand the most rudimentary of her communication. Sure, he knew Hinote in heartbeat, but someone else's pokemon was another story entirely.
"If I hadn't met Oak-sama and become a trainer, I would be dead." The boy said truthfully, and with a snort, Aoi headbutted him from behind, stealing the next sandwich he was about to take a bite from. "Hey!"
::You snooze you lose.:: Was Aoi's response as she chewed. Then she yelped. ::Eeeeee! The peanut butter's stuck!:: Gohan promptly began laughing at her.
"Serves you right." He declared, watching in amusement as his pokemon made valiant attempts to detach the sticky substance from the roof of her mouth. It made for a hilarious expression, in any case. She scowled at him, and sat back on her haunches to continue chewing persistently. Pikachu giggled, and Kira merely snickered good-naturedly.
Sasuke shook his head.
"Only you guys."
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"Hey, Oak-sama?" Gohan asked later that night, draping himself over the couch where his mentor was sitting, reading a book on T.M.s and taking notes on it. The man looked up.
"Yes, Ashura?" The saiyan stared stubbornly up at the ceiling and poked his index fingers together in a slight rhythm.
"Um, I was wondering.."
"Yes?"
"Well, I was wondering, would you be upset if I went on a trip to Hoenn?" He asked in a rush. Oak's eyebrows shot up to his hairline.
"Why? You went there several months ago, after winning the Johto League. Why go back? And you know I don't like the idea of you going by yourself." Oak admonished him. Gohan shook his head.
"Nu-uh. Not this time. I'm going with Sasuke! He wants to check it out, and it's okay with his parents, so can I go? Please?" The little saiyan pleaded, and a strange look came over his features.
"I know you don't much like your family, but I'd prefer it if you asked your guardian if it was alright for you to go." Oak answered, and Gohan's face fell.
"But-"
"I'm saying that it's fine with me, but just ask your father." The man said, and Gohan came around to sit quietly on the couch next to him, Hikaru in his arms.
"Do I have to?"
"I'd be more comfortable if you did."
"Oh, all right." The boy grumbled. "I'll ask. But if he says no, I'm still going."
"Fair enough." Professor Oak said, and with a sigh Gohan leaned up against him, dropping his head against the older man's shoulder in an uncharacteristically childish gesture.
"I just really don't like him." The child muttered, and despite the comment's vagueness, Oak knew exactly who Gohan was referring to. The elder shook his head and brought his arm up to wrap around the boy's shoulder.
"I know you don't." He said quietly. "But he is your father."
"He may be my father." Was all that Gohan said before getting up, "But he's not my Dad."
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Late that night, Gohan sat on his bed, clad in a pair of p.j.s covered in little yellow Pikachus and house slippers, eyeing the backpack sitting on the floor of his room. He knew that he really didn't need to pack; After all, his pendant could take care of everything, but he always felt just a little more comfortable with something to carry. Besides, as it was, he could always put Hikaru in the bag.
::What are you putting in your bag?:: In the traditional catty curiosity that she so specialized in. Gohan grinned at her.
"Hikaru, for one." He said with a laugh, as the Charmander chirped angrily at him.
::No bag, Daddy.:: She protested. ::Hikaru doesn't like the bag. Hikaru wants to sit on Daddy's head, with Pika-onee-chan.:: She said adamantly. Gohan always found it excruciatingly cute; That is, the fact that Hikaru didn't seem to acknowlege the words 'I' and 'You', and referred to herself in third person.
"Hikaru." He said sternly, picking his baby up. "You know the rules when we're traveling. You're too young to walk with Kira and Aoi, and you have a choice. Bag or Ball."
::Bag!:: The baby said in a rush. ::Hikaru will ride in bag.:: Gohan laughed and gave her a kiss on the top of her head.
"Good girl."
::What else?:: Kira asked.
"Well, my computer. Rations, spare pokeballs, my navigator, Healing stuff, a bunch of random crap that I don't know what it does, the map," Here, he tossed into the worn bag a crumpled map, the same crumpled map that Yumi always yelled at him for crumpling and being so careless with. "And a few changes of clothes, and my hairbrush, toothbrush, etc. And that's it." Gohan finished, taking each item out and neatly setting it inside his backpack.
::Don't forget to pack some band-aids.:: Aoi told him in a motherly fashion. Gohan groaned. Just how many times had they been over that little issue?
"Aoi-chan, I don't need band-aids." He said in tone saying a great deal of long patience.
::But what if you get hurt?!::
"Then I'll heal myself. It isn't a big deal." Suddenly, the water dog was all up in his face, teeth bared and a frustration mark on her forehead.
::Pack 'em.:: She ordered.
"Okay, okay.." Gohan muttered, really not wanting to see the rather maternal pokemon angered -it wasn't a pretty sight- and stuffed a box of bandages with red polkadots on them into the bag. "Happy?" He grumbled. Aoi sat back on her haunches, obviously rather smug with herself.
::Very.::
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"Hey Tou-san." Gohan said offhand the next morning, actually eating at his own house for once, as opposed to at the lab or at Sasuke's. Across the table, Goku was eating in his usual fashion. In a nutshell, keep one's hands away from the wild animal.
"Yeah?" The elder asked, and Gohan dodged to avoid being skewered by a runaway chopstick.
"Well, can I go with Sasuke to Hoenn? Oak-sama said I had to ask you." Goku gave a noncommittal reply, and chewed.
"Yo, Tou-san? Hello? Anyone in there?" He was ignored. Gohan shrugged. "Oh well, I asked. Not my problem anymore."
"You can't go." Goku said suddenly, tone blunt as if this was a normal occurrence. Gohan gaped, then scowled.
"Why the hell not?" He asked sharply.
"Because, I want you to train for awhile, Vegeta is boring." The saiyan child scowled, obviously disagreeing. "Besides, you've gotten kinda weak."
"Hell no. Just because I don't train with you doesn't mean I don't train. Don't you dare underestimate me."
Believe it or not, this was a relatively normal occurrence. Ever since the Z senshi arrived, Goku had been on Gohan's ass about training with him, but every time, the Chosen Child refused. He was still furious with his father for ditching again right after he got there, plus he had only halfway forgiven the man for causing his mother to die from grief, and that was only because of the fact that it was his fault too, and he had accepted that. But really, he had his own life, couldn't Goku find something else to do? Like, a life, maybe?
Gohan knew that Chichi was happy, as for his eleventh birthday, Yumi had given him a pass to Otherworld, a beautiful silver necklace in an intricate pattern, the symbol for the word "Acceptance" in the language of the Kais. So naturally, like the dutiful son, Gohan had skipped off to see his mother as soon as he could.
Chichi was, shall we say it, living the high life up there, as she was the wife of Son Goku, but had promptly glomped onto her son as soon as she saw him and wouldn't let him go for several hours. Then they had proceeded to talk far into the night, even though Gohan was scolded about going to bed on time. He was glad to see that she was happy, and that she demanded regular updates on little Goten, which he was more than happy to provided.
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Gohan loved the little squirt the moment he saw him, despite how he looked like his father, and had immediately bought the little guy a stuffed Pikachu as soon as he could find one. Not exactly a difficult task for the Indigo champion. It was completely squee-worthy; as Sasani had instantly latched onto Goten as a little brother himself, and had gone around declaring for several weeks that he was an onii-chan now.
Yumi hadn't stopped cooing in cuteness rapture for days afterward.
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I'm sorry that I don't have a Japanese guide this chapter, but there isn't much, and most is self-explanatory. Please don't eat me. -cringe-
