Gohan eventually met up with Mika as she travelled towards him at her gentle pace. They met in the air, high above Satan city, Gohan now back into his normal form.
"All taken care of?" Mika asked.
"Yeah, nothing I couldn't handle. By the way, I've been thinking about this situation. It can't go on as it is, some day, Videl is going to be able to tell who it is who's helping her, especially if she sees me wearing the same clothes as this guy."
"What did you have in mind?"
"I think we should speak to Bulma, see if she can rustle something up for us. Then you can help, I don't want to be the one who has to do this all of the time. It's a bit time consuming."
"I guess you're right, I would like the chance to help a little around here as well, we can't have you having all the fun." The two of them had now unconsciously begun flying in the direction of West Capital, the location of Bulma's transnational. "Did you tell Vegeta that you were starting school?"
"No, not yet. And I don't think I will. He won't care as long as I keep up my end of our deal and train with him like I have been doing these last few years. And I don't think I'll ever hear the end of it if I tell him. He'll be going on at me about 'weakling fools' and 'baka humans', as he likes to call them, and asking how I can stand to be in the same room as them for so long at a time. You'd think that he would lighten up a bit since his wife was one, and half of his son's blood was of the human race."
As they touched down on the lush, green lawns of Capsule Corporation, they could sense Vegeta and Trunks sparring inside, most probably in the Gravity room, one of Gohan's own favourite places of recent years. He had escaped his troubles in there so often. Vegeta and he had an unwritten and unspoken rule to never talk of personal things inside that room, a rule that had just appeared on it's own during their first training session. Gohan respected that the room was a symbol of Vegeta's desire for power, and that was all the room was for the man. It was not for psychology or talk. They both had troubled pasts, and they didn't infringe on each other's deepest privacies at all, let alone that room.
The entrance family and friends used to enter the building was open, so they stepped through the threshold into the building. Winding around the complex passage way of halls and rooms that was the residential section that the siblings knew so well, they came across Bulma fiddling with some of the appliances of her kitchen. She heard the two before she saw them, and looked up in anticipation to see what the two of them wanted, they hardly ever came over as a pair, normally Gohan on his own or Mika with Chichi and Goten. They sat down casually at the dining table, and awaited her response.
"What's up you two." The two looked at each other, and in silent agreement, Mika took the speaking role, as always in these situations.
"We were wondering, if there was a way you would be able to create a couple of disguises for us?" She got right to the point.
"Go on." She leaned forward onto her hands, elbows now on the table.
"Well, we both want to help out a bit around the city where we go to school , but we need to do it in a way that we can remain incognito. Gohan's already done it a few times while transformed, but it wouldn't be long before he would get recognised. It doesn't help when a girl from school, well I suppose she's a friend really, we get on pretty well, called Videl helps the police out. She would be around him all the time, in both forms, so..."
"So you want something you can have with you all the time of course, that you can change into quickly." She sat pondering for a second or two. "Ok, I have an idea, but it might take me a couple of hours, can you both sit tight here for a little while?"
"Yeah sure." Mika answered, for both of them.
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After Bulma had departed for whatever laboratory she thought was most suitable for her idea, Gohan and Mika made their way to the gravity room. Gohan was planning on having a quick spar with Vegeta, that would probably evolve into a full blown battle in a matter of minutes.
They knocked on the heavy door, the sound reverberating around the metallic corridor they were now situated in, as well as inside. The sounds of a fairly fierce battle abruptly halted, and the door swung open, Vegeta behind it. He must have sensed who it was behind the door, or else he would have completely ignored it, unless of course if it was Bulma. Behind him, Trunks was on all fours, panting for air, the complete opposite of his father who was currently stood completely calm and unaffected by his training.
"Pushing him a little hard aren't we?" Mika questioned.
"They boy has put up a dismal effort, it is his own fault."
"It's not my fault he's in such a bad mood." Trunks managed, between gasps.
"What're you talking about Trunks? Vegeta is always in a bad mood." Mika said with a devious grin.
"Just take the boy Mika, I'll have to get a decent fight out of your brother." Vegeta had begun using Mika's name when he had started using Gohan's, trying to keep them on an equal standing within his mind. She walked over to where the young Saiyan lay slumped on the ground, helping him to his feet. She then almost carried him off in the direction of the kitchen, muttering things about angry fathers and new computer games. Vegeta now turned towards Gohan, anger in his eyes. "YOU!"
Gohan was taken aback. What had he done? "What the hell is up with you. I know even your usual demeanor isn't enough to get Trunks into a state like that." Gohan looked down at the base of his t-shirt, where the Orange Star Badge was now pinned. He had removed it at the crime scene, but why he put it back on, he didn't know. Before he could take it off, to hide it from Vegeta, the Prince had reached out and torn it from the shirt.
"I know all about this, this school! A waste of time!" The argument had now turned to the Saiyan language, which Vegeta preferred. "Just an infringement on training."
"How did you find out?"
"Bulma of course, and you were stupid enough to leave the damned badge on the front of your shirt. Idiot!" Gohan now fully entered the chamber, closing the door behind him. As Vegeta continued his ranting, he strode casually over to the console in the centre of the room, and turned the gravity up to 400 times gravity, a nice easy start to a spar. Vegeta had now finished with his shouting, a fight was always a better way to settle a dispute, however small. In his mind he knew that Gohan going to school wouldn't affect anything, that mother of his gave him enough work to do as it was. The two transformed into super saiyans, and began their twice weekly ritual of beating the hell out of each other.
After they had finished their brawl, and had a quick, but silent rest, they departed from the training room, heading for the kitchen, where the others were located. As they approached, they all looked up eagerly, they had obviously been waiting for a while, Bulma must have finished. They knew, however, not to interrupt one of Gohan and Vegeta's training sessions, which were far too intense to end on a whim.
Bulma began as they took their seats around the table. "Ok, I have three here." She held out three digital watches, each with two buttons on the side, one red, one blue. "I made three because I wasn't sure what you would be happy with Gohan. Two of them are basically the same, and the other is simply a gi. You can just transform if you like, but the different clothes should disguise you all right. It would make me very happy if you would try these first two before the gi one though, I want to see what they look like."
Gohan sighed. He would have been happy enough with the gi, who knew what Bulma had dreamt up in that lab of hers? "Give one here than."
Bulma's face brightened, she had hoped he would at least try wearing it, just for a quick laugh, before he vetoed the idea completely. She passed one to each of them. "All you have to do is put the watch on like a normal one, and push the red button, it's that simple." The two followed her instructions, and pressed the buttons on the watches at the same instant. Bulma looked overjoyed at the site, she obviously thought the outfits were respectable.
Gohan looked down at what he was wearing. A black spandex bodysuit was covered by a green tunic, which wasn't so bad in itself. His vision was darkened, he had sunglasses on. To cover his hair, a red bandana was used, which flowed down his back. A matching red cape was affixed to the tunic. That was the ridiculous part of the costume. Vegeta and Trunks had burst out laughing. One of the costumes on its own was not tto bad, but when two people wore identical ones side by side, they did not look particularly impressive.
As Bulma had fully expected, Mika did not disapprove, and was looking herself up and down in a mirror that Bulma had set up especially. "Stop laughing!" Gohan shouted. He wasn't really angry, and a rare smile graced his lips, the two of them must really have looked absurd. He strode over to his sister, while depressing the blue button on his own watch, and ripped the cape off her back forcefully. Now it looked respectable. She had been expecting something like that from him, so she didn't look too astonished.
"Can I have the other one Bulma?" He still had a smile on his face, but the reverie was over. She too didn't seem to mind Gohan ripping one of her inventions apart. She passed him the watch containing the gi with a smile, and he put it on quickly. It was one of the ones he kept at Capsule Corp, completely black, like the majority of his clothes, the ensemble he had worn on his first day at school had been a bit of a one-off.
"So, you two are effectively super heroes now, you need names. Got any in mind?" Bulma queried.
Gohan spoke up first this time. "I heard some people saying things like 'golden haired boy' and 'gold man' or something. I think we should just let them get on with it themselves. Name their own heroes."
"Saiyaman" Mika blurted this out as if it had been on the tip of her tongue all day.
"Excuse me?"
"I'll be Saiyaman."
"Saiyaman? But you're a girl Mika!" Trunks piped up.
Gohan looked over at Mika. Of course he knew it was girl under the costume, but for an onlooker from a distance, maybe she would get way with it. The tunic was baggy and concealed any curves she had, the bandana covered her long black hair and the large sunglasses blocked a great deal of her upper face from view. Perhaps if someone did see her up close they might just see her as a slightly effeminate man. One thing Gohan was sure of though, was that he did not want anyone, in particular Sharpener, to see her in just the bodysuit.
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The two flew back quickly towards their mountain village. They were already late, and didn't want to anger their mother further. They had agreed to not mention the 'superhero' idea, of helping out with crime in Satan city, because she would just get worried, both for their safety and the effect it would have on their schoolwork. Neither worry would be well founded though, nothing they could experience in the city could hurt them physically, and as for schoolwork, well they knew NOT to let that slip, under any circumstances, even if the end of the world was fast approaching.
As the house came into view, a small child could be seen playing in the well kept grass that surrounded the abode, as he had been seen the previous time they returned home from school. He was enraptured by the blades of grass and what was hidden within them, and did not notice two teenagers strolling up behind him.
Mika grabbed Goten from behind and lifted him onto her shoulders, as he giggled like the child he was. He had known as soon as the hands made contact with his sides who it had been, and his reaction had been made accordingly. He loved his brother and sister in equal amounts, but his relationships with his two siblings were very different. Mika had cared for him much like his mother had, from a very early age, and could be strict with him when she wanted to be, but would have fun with him all the time. Gohan, however, from all the understandngs he had of what a father did, was a father to him. He would always help him when he was having trouble with his studies, and would never get angry with him if he didn't understand it straight away. He would also take him out into the forest, where they would spar, or fish, or just play hide and seek, or some other game Goten wanted to play. Gohan told him stories of his real father, and he sounded great, just like Gohan, but he was more than happy with Gohan acting as his dad. Goten didn't really understand why people said Gohan was always sad, either. He always seemed happy enough when it was just the two of them, although he did notice the change around other people. Whichever way he looked at it, Goten had the perfect family life.
After taking a severe tongue lashing from their mother, for the smallest of reasons, the twins, along with the rest of the family sat down to dinner. The obligatory questions that were asked were answered, but the ones concerning what they had been doing after school being skirted around. Gohan especially didn't want anyone to know just what he had been doing in that alleyway.
The scenes in thischapter had to be done, and I'm sorry nothing that interesting happened, and that it is a bit shorter than some others,but I think my quick updates make up for it. This chapter took me long into the night to complete, and a lot of coffee, and I don't drink coffee!
I hope to finish this story by 12th september, (but Idon't know how many chapters it will total),along with a very short sequel, see my profile for a bit more info.
