This took a while to start, I'm so lazy. I didn't realise writing was this hard! By the way, I'm English, so I spell things PROPERLY (no offence to Americans), so no z's everywhere, among other things.

About female Saiya-jins, I think Toriyama said they couldn't go ssj in an interview, which is a rare thing for him, he's a bit of a recluse, especially now. Remember Japan is very different to Europe and America, women are seen a little differently over there, and Toei obviously agree with him with Pan. Who cares about that, GT is grade A shit.

I don't own the lyrics to the song, which is How To Be Dead by Snow Patrol, nor do I own DBZ


The next three months went by fairly uneventfully, and the anniversary of Goku's death, and the Cell Games was fast approaching. Goten was growing healthily, Gohan and Mika were continuing with their studies, much to Chichi's pleasure, and little training was being done in the Son household. Gohan had not yet visited Vegeta with his requests for traing, and according to Bulma, amazingly Vegeta had not even mentioned training at all. When Gohan had been over to visit CC with the family, he had avoided Vegeta, having sensed his suppressed ki loitering about the gravity room. Apparently Goku's death had really knocked the fighting spirit out of him. What was the point of being strong when you didn't have your greatest rival to prove yourself against. Gohan hoped if Vegeta couldn't train to beat the crap out of Kakkarot, maybe Kakkarot's son would do. Even Bulma had hardly been able to speak to him. All he did was sit alone in the dark of his training chamber eating all day long, something Gohan wouldn't mind doing himself.

Gohan knew he was moody to say the least. The smallest annoyance would set him off in a rage, usually he would take it out on the person closest at the time. That person was usually Mika. Luckily she was a fiery girl with a fiery temper, so she could give as good as she got. This didn't make Gohan feel any better, and he hoped he could find a way to let out his anger and rage in a more controlled fashion. Mika never wanted to train with him, and Gohan suspected she might not even want to fight at all any more. He didn't really enjoy to fight, but it was part of him, it was ingrained into his very being and soul, and he knew training would allow him to release his pent up feelings. The only obstacle was his mother, but he was sure she would agree once he explained the pros that so outweighed the cons of a little training. Soon would come the day that he would have his little talk with her.

Currently he was sat on his bed, keeping an eye on Goten in his crib. Goten had been forced to sleep in Gohan's room, or rather he had forced his way in there. He had latched himself onto Gohan, something Gohan had not been too happy about. He loved his brother, of course he did, but he didn't want him to look to Gohan for support or guidance. He saw himself as a terrible role model, someone not to be looked up to. He thought it was best Goten did not want to stick around him too much, he didn't want him to end up anything like himself. He did however find himself dropping his mask of sad emotions once in a while around the young boy, something that now felt very strange indeed. A laugh or a smile from the baby would actually bring a genuine smile to grace Gohan's features, something that happened very rarely, all that was normally found there was a smirk at something mildly amusing, or during an argument, a solid frown.

On the anniversary of the Cell Games, celebrations were taking place all over the world, most in favour of the 'saviour' of the world, which according to the great majority was of course Mr. Satan. In the case of the Son family, however, celebrations of a different kind were taking place. They were simply planning on visiting Capsule Corporation for the day, the house held too many memories. It wasn't that they didn't want to remember Goku, it was just preferable for them to remember him somewhere else, where Chichi wouldn't break down crying at every site that stirred up painful thoughts.

So they all decided to fly over there early in the morning. For some reason, Gohan felt today could be the day he started training again. Maybe it was just the fact that a whole year was a heck of a long time, maybe the anninversary held some sort of closure for him, and he hoped the same could be said for Vegeta. Piccolo still refused to spar with him, and he getting more and more restless as the days passed. He planned on spending the day at his father's 'grave'. Obviously there was no body present, but a small gravestone had been erected in the gardens inside Capsule Corporation. It was a simple, dull grey headstone, with no words on at all, save a clean, plain 'Son Goku'. That was all that was needed.

So Gohan was sat alone staring at Goku's headstone, thinking of the times they had together, and trying to block out the voices in his mind blaming himself. He still of course still blamed himself and he couldn't see himself ever relinquishing that thought. He was also trying to push away thoughts that his father had actually chosen to stay dead, had left his family behind in order to train in the afterlife, but he could not bring himself to really think on these. His own anger towards himself greatly dwarfed any anger directed at Goku.

Chichi was sat with Bulma and Mika in the kitchen of CC, reminiscing over old memories, Vegeta once again in the gravity room. Gohan felt he had suffered enough at the hands of the voices in his head, he had to get away from this place. Without a word to anyone he flew silently from the building and found himself absently fying about the globe. He flew for hours and hours, at top speed making circles about the globe. Eventually he found himself at his planned destination. He had mulled over whether to revisit that fateful place. Point 28K-5 northwest of the central capital. The site of the Cell Games. He was dimly aware of his anger rising with the sites of the area, the cliffs, the craters and the faint traces of the arena that had been destroyed. With a short yell he transformed into a super saiya-jin.

Please don't go crazy, if I tell you the truth
No you don't know what happened
And you never will if
You don't listen to me while I talk to the wall
This blanket is freezing, it's been out in the hall
Where you've had me for hours
Till I'm sure what I want
But darling I want the same thing that I wanted before
So sweetheart tell me what's up I won't stop no way

With another, far louder, longer yell, Gohan pushed past his limits as a super saiyan and used the anger he had inside himself to transform into a super saiya-jin 2.

Please keep your hands down
And stop raising your voice
It's hardly what I'd be doing if you gave me a choice
It's a simple suggestion can you give me sometime
So just say yes or no
Why can't you shoulder the blame
Coz both my shoulders are heavy
From the weight of us both
You're a big boy now so let's not talk about growth
You've not heard a single word I have said...
Oh, my God

With a thunderous yell, heard for miles around, he slowly crept up to his full power. Every ki sensing being on the planet had felt the power growing long ago, but none dared approach. Perhaps this was something for him to do alone. Besides, none of them even had the strength to approach him. They wouldn't even get close.

Please take it easy it can't all be my fault
I haven't made half the mistakes
That you've listed so far
Oh baby let me explain something
It's all down to drugs
At least I remember taking the and not a lot else
It seems I've stepped over lines
You've drawn again and again
But if the ecstacy's in the wit is definitely out
Dr. Jekyll is wrestling Hyde for my pride

Gohan could feel his two sides and personalities wrestling each other. His human side, which was formerly so calm, warm and relaxed was now restless, cold and anxious, but still trying to fight for his humanity and sanity, and what he suspected were his Saiyan genes showing through, so ruthless and unmerciful had begun to merge during the Cell Games. This was what was causing him to act this way, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Many thousands of miles away, a young girl was roused from the Satan day celebrations when she felt something strange, something she would not understand or be able to explain to anyone for years to come, something so untangible for the time being that it scared her. All she knew was that what she could feel was some kind of power, a very strong power. Another fact that unnerved her was that no one else she knew had any idea of what she felt, no one had the answers, even her father, who always seemed to have answers to everything.


Wow, no dialogue at all! At least Videl got a mention (I hope you realised that)