Gohan had spent an hour screaming his lungs out, forcing his mind to undergo the pain of feeling that power again. It had been the first time since the Cell Games he had done it. He had not felt the need to, the drive had not been there to train at all, let alone at his full power. It was now early evening and the day was far from over. He still had a window of opportunity for his talk with Vegeta. He slowly rose to his feet and took off slowly into the sky. It didn't take long to reach his target, and without any word to the others he entered Capsule Corp and made his way to Vegeta's gravity room. It was locked. He knocked harshly, he wasn't in the mood for hanging about. He could sense no movement of the ki located inside that suggeste it would open the door. It was obvious Vegeta was inside but did not want any visits, it was like he had lost the will to live. But of course fighting was Vegeta's life, so if he lost the will to do that, he may of well lost the will to live. Gohan could feel his anger rise. Stupid Vegeta, pissing him off like this. This situation and his reaction to it was testament to his strange emotions at this time in his life, to his unstable mind. One second he was as cool as a cucumber, the next a raging inferno. In this case he wasn't quite yet an inferno, but he certainly was angry. He wouldn't wait any longer. The door was built to withstand a fair bit of abuse, particularly from the inside, but bulma hadn't upgraded it since the Cell Games, she hadn't needed to. Gohan in his normal form was far stronger than Vegeta had ever been as a super Saiya-jin before he had entered the Room of Spirit and Time. Maybe if he smashed his way through Vegeta would experience a little wake up call.
He allowed his energy to rise and transformed easily, he had done it so many times now. He raised a fist and quickly unleashed his full fury upon the door. The action of destroying the door turned out to be even easier than he had expected. His arm was now through the six inches of metal up to his shoulder. He pulled back and the door came with his arm, ripping off its large hinges. He removed it from his arm and dropped it just inside the chamber. He saw Vegeta slumped against the opposite wall, an amused expression floating about his face. "I thought you might do something like that. Its good to let your anger vent on something."
Gohan ignored his comment and looked around the room. Food was piled high up against the walls. It looked like Vegeta was preparing a fall-out shelter or something of the like. It wasn't a very tidy one though, wrappers and papers were strewn all over the floor. Gohan shook his head and let out a chuckle. "You fat bastard! Ha! Have you just been eating all year. It looks like you've put on weight too you know." It was true, he did look slightly plump. Good job he wasn't human, the amount of food he had eaten would probably have given him a heart attack from the weight put on.
Vegeta had an angered look on his face. "A Saiya-Jin never puts on weight!"
"Yeah, if they train. But I hear you haven't. What kind of a Saiya-Jin Prince are you?"
"Just leave me alone. I have no wish to fight anymore. What's the point if I don't have a rival to test my strength against?"
"What about me?"
"I've resigned myself to the fact that you will always be above me now. There is too great a difference between us, and you are still a child. It's humiliating."
"Then do something about it. Train. If we trained together a little I'm sure-"
"NO!" He jumped up as he got fiered up. Time for drastic measures Gohan thought. He rushed froward to the Prince and landed a punch right in the centre of his stomach. He pulled his fist back and landed a punch square on his jaw. He continued his relentless assault for a few more seconds before Vegeta began to defend himself. The older Saiya-Jin was forced to transform and stood back from the younger. Gohan now transformed as well. He went on the attack again, and Vegeta at his full power was still no match for him. Eventually he had slumped to the floor and was breathing raggedly, now in his normal form. "That was pathetic Vegeta. Is this what you want your son to see you like in years to come? And who will train him? Surely you want him to become a fighter like yourself? You are a fighter are you not?"
Vegeta let out a long sigh. "Of course I am." He turned to look away from Gohan. "I'm surprised to hear that you want to train. What of your mother? Will she allow it?"
"I'm sure I can swing her round to my way of looking at things. I need a way to let out some of this aggression. And it will only be a few times a week anyway."
Gohan watched Vegeta, scrutinising him. He seemed to be trying to decide whether to recommence his training. Gohan could understand this. It had taken him a while to make his mind up. Vegeta had obviously been trying to come to this decision for a long while before Gohan turned up, and suddenly blurted out his answer. "Yes. I will give you the pleasure of training with me."
Gohan smiled. He knew Vegeta would spurt out some crap like that. "Because I'm third class?"
"You rate yourself far too high. You would have been an outcast in Saiya-jin society, if you had not been executed as a child. Half breed, feh." Gohan was a little startled. He had never thought about it like that. "Besides, you are possibly far stronger than any Saiya-jin there ever was. As am I of course." Vegeta stated this fairly proudly. "You have excelled yourself in battle, on many occasions, and I wish to reach the level you have attained.. If you had been a full blooded Saiya-jin when the society was still present, you would be elite, but that of course is an odd subject."
"So you will train with me? Definitely?"
"Yes, but I want you to do something for me." Vegeta strode over to the control panel in the centre of the room and pressed a small button. "I want you to learn the Saiya-jin language. The tongue spoken on this planet is the universal dialect, you know that. I could go anywhere and speak it. I want the few remaining Saiya-jins to be able to relate to each other in it. It is extremely instinctive and primal."
"Yes, my father and I found ourselves blurting out words in the language when we spent time in the room at the Lookout. It must of been the fact that we had no other contact besides with each other."
"It should not take you long to learn it. You are a very intelligent individual, that will help." A couple of the cleaning bots rolled into the gravity room at this point, obviously signalled by the button Vegeta pressed a few moments earlier, and began clearing the mess.
"Alright, so we have a deal, I'll learn the language, you train with me. Done?" Vegeta ambled forward and held out his hand for Gohan to shake, which he took without hesistation. "I'll come back in two weeks, I want you and the rrom back in shape." Gohan said, ignoring the fact that it had been he who had destroyed the entrance. "And it'll give me time to convince my mother." Gohan turned and began to leave the room.
"Gohan, I want to say thank you. You saved my life during the Cell Games, on more than one occasion. And for rekindling my fighting spirit. I don't want to think what I would be like in a few years if I had continued down this road."
"It's fine. I couldn't have killed Cell without your distraction. You were the only one who could help me. Even Piccolo wouldn't have affected him." Gohan realised he had not spoke of the events so freely with anyone since they occurred. "And as for your fighting spirit, it is as much for my benefit as yours."
"It's just a shame I can't prove myself against Kakkarot. The baka had to go and get himself killed." Vegeta obviously wasn't bothered about talking about this in front of Gohan, which almost no one else on the planet would have done. Gohan found himself not really minding. Vegeta had seen enough of death for him to be able to do so.
"Don't fret Vegeta, I'm sure my father will be back. One day." He left with a smile. Maybe he actually would one day be able return.
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"I absolutely refuse to allow you to be around that monster in any shape or form Son Gohan! I forbid it" Chichi screamed at Gohan. He had just revealed to his mother what he planned to do, and it had taken a fair bit of courage to do so, expecting the worst. Which had of course happened. Goten sat giggling, cradled by Mika.
"Look mother, I need to do this, it is part of who I am."
"But don't you want to be educated, to be a scholar." Chichi now sounded exasperated. "I thought that's what you wanted."
"It is, but I don't have to study every second of every day. It just isn't necessary."
"Gohan is right" Mika was now putting her worth in. "We don't need to be learning constantly, we need a break. And training will be a good outlet for him. You know how moody and temperamental he's being. Do you want Goten growing up around that? And he still isn't communicating at all with ousiders. He won't talk when we go to the town, he ignores everyone. Training will be a step on the road towards the old Gohan."
"I hope you aren't considering this nonsense young lady?"
"No of course not. No. I have better things to do. I'm done with fighting."
"Yes, you have your friends from the town. It's a shame two of Gohan's closest friends will soon be a green alien and a psycopath. Another alien."
"What have you got against aliens? You married one didn't you?" Mika questioned.
"Yes, well... So how much time were you considering giving over to training?"
Gohan looked over at his mother sheepishly. "Erm..maybe every other ni-"
"No. Twice a week or no food." Chichi turned on her heel and strode ito the kitchen. "Or no food" she shouted.
Gohan sagged. "Well that was enjoyable."
True to his word, Gohan had gone over to Capsule Corporation two weeks after his talk with Vegeta at the crack of dawn. Their training had commenced immediately, as had the learning of the Saiya-jin language. It had not taken Gohan long to learn, and now six years later he was fluent, and the two normally spoke to each other in it when alone, and often when in the presence of others, infuriating Bulma. The years had passed by quickly, the twins kept up their studies, much to the delight of Chichi, just as they had in the year after Cell, but Gohan had still not befriended or opened up to anyone new, except of course Goten and Trunks, but that was a certainty, and the two almost idolised him. Vegeta trained constantly, and had recently ascended past a super Saiya-jin. As Vegeta had become a super Siaya-jin through anger at himself, and being weaker than Goku, Gohan had used a similar technique for this one. He had planned it for one training session. He had taken his power as far as it's highest reaches and brutally thrashed Vegeta about the room, taunting him of his weakness relentlessly. The plan had worked flawlessly, and he had been congratulated on it by Vegeta afterwards. Gohan was still the stronger of the two, even with Vegeta's constant training. Gohan was currently sat up in bed reading. He heard the phone ringing, Chichi would pick it up. It abruptly stopped ringing, and a few seconds later, she was calling up to him. "Gohan it's Bulma, and it sounds urgent."
"I'm on my way." He rose quickly and dashed down the stairs, taking the handset form his awaiting mother. "Yes?"
"Gohan, I have a school coming over TODAY" He looked up at the clock. 8 AM. Shit. He slammed down the receiver, grabbed some shorts and pulled them on quickly -he couldn't go out in his boxers- and literally flew out of the door. His mother understood the urgency of the situation, she knew all about the last school trip that had occurred at CC when Gohan had not been present. Every few months Bulma had groups from schools visit the company, and they scheduled Gohan and Vegeta's training sessions accordingly. Bulma must have overlooked this one. Vegeta had to be kept busy on these days. The last time he had been left alone on one of these days, a student had wandered off from the group, apparently he was a bit of a toruble maker. He had found the gravity room, and curious as he was had slammed the button on the side, opening the door and shutting down the gravity, right in the middle of one of his training sesions. Or right in the middle of his very long training session that was his life to look at it another way. Anyway, the kid had been lucky to survive, Vegeta was that much of a headcase. Luckily CC was at the forefront of a wide spectrum of technolgies, including medical science, and he had escaped without any permanent damage. A healthy cash settlement was required also of course, but just a drop in the ocean for Bulma's billions.
Gohan rapidly reached his destination, and descended quickly, far too quickly for any of the dozens of babbling students to notice. They weren't looking for flying teenagers in the air anyway, humans never noticed what was going on around them if it wasn't part of their own little world, particularly teenagers. Gohan looked over to them quickly, they looked to be his age. Normally Bulma only allowed only students to participate in these vsits, and only from schools she thought were centres of academic excellence, as she put it. None of those kids looked like much int he brains department, but Gohan knew from previous visits they never did. He entered the building through a family entrance at the side and unconsciously walked to the training room they always used.
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Bulma led one of the groups around the various aspects and areas of the company herself, she always did. This one was from Orange Star High, supposedly a strong school from Satan City. She know found herself in the corridor outside the gravity room. The muffled noises of Ki blasts being strewn about the room, and the general noise of battle were emanating from inside. The students were always curious about this. "What's behind that doo Mrs. Briefs?" One of the group asked.
"That is the gravit room." She answered simply, inviting more questions.
"Why is it called that?"
"That room can simulate gravity."
"What for?"
"In this case, it is used for training, martial arts training in particular." A girl named Videl Satan had been listening intently up until this point, but know it rose to even higher levels. She decided to put her two cents in. "Excuse me Mrs. Briefs, but how much gravity can it simulate?"
"Even I am not sure of it's absolute limits, and if I did, you wouldn't believe me. But it is far higher than any human could survive under." She answered with a smile. Her smile quickly vanished however, when she heard the swish of the door opening, and gasps from the female half of the audience.She turned to face it, a look of horror on her face. What if Vegeta was a little bit angry about the twenty teenagers in his line of sight. She was calmed by Gohan's look. It told her not to worry, he had him under control.
"We're getting food woman." Vegeta growled.
Videl stared at the two as they stood framed in the door, and began speaking in low tones in a language she didn't recognise, but which she thought sounded quite beautiful. She had seen Vegeta Briefs before in magazines, the husband of Bulma Briefs, he was said to be extremely dangerous. She had noticed in those pictures he seemed to have black eyes and his hair stood vertical and had always wondered if it were true. Black eyes? Who had entirely black eyes? She saw now that he did indeed have those features. She than let her eyes drift over to the other present. He didn't look any older than her and her classmates, and she silently admitted to herself that he was probably the most handsome male she had ever laid eyes upon. He definitely bore a resemblance to Vegeta, with the gravity defying hair, although his had one lone lock falling between his eyes. Which were of course black again. This similarity wasn't familial though, it was something else, somehting she couln't quite place. They were both now striding towards the group, and her eyes trailed down the teenagers naked torso, and she let out an almost silent gasp, he was incredibly well built, with a slim waist and broad shoulders, but he wasn't overbuilt like some of the idiots at her father's dojo, or indeed like her father. She noticed they both seemed to carry themselves very gracefully like accomplished martial artists, she had seen this enough times before to see it, but it was almost, dare she say it, inhuman. This added to the strangeness of their visages along with the language they continued to speak in. They continued, completely disregarding the students, until the younger suddenly looked over at Videl and she felt his gaze boring into her eyes, fiery coals burning into her. She began to feel incredibly hot and felt herself redden and hastily turned away. The two turned a corner before they reached the group, and she distinctly heard Vegeta Briefs say, undoubtedly in English "Baka Humans", and the other chuckle as they walked off.
I wrote this fairly quickly so some of it might be a bit wrong, but I'm fairly happy with it. As forthe black eyes bit, I know a lot of people, Japanese in particular have very dark eyes, but I'm not sure humans canhave black eyes, I know I've never met anyone with them. Anyway, even if they can, in this world they can.
