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Chapter Nine: Infinite Dreams (A.K.A: Gohan's Crazy Dream)

Gohan yawned and stretched as he slumped out of Capsule Corps' front door. The sun was just lowering down over the city skyline, and dark sky was rising behind him. Gohan's shadow was long on the ground as he walked along the streets, which were surprisingly busy for this time of night. Cars zipped back and forth, and people thronged the paths on the roadsides, bouncing off Gohan's body as they tried to push past him. Soon he was home and he slipped quietly upstairs into the empty house; Videl and Pan were still next door with his mother, probably plotting some unseen thing against the menfolk, Gohan thought.

Gohan quickly slipped off his clothes down to his boxer shorts and fell forwards onto the bed, pushing himself onto his elbows so that he could take a drink of water from the glass that was on the bedside table. If Gohan were more awake and fresh, he would have wondered why there was a glass there, but instead he embraced the icy coldness of the water and fell asleep.

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The sun rose over West City, the stray fingers of golden light finding their way through the shutters of the windows and to Gohan's sleeping eyes. The lids flickered and opened, Gohan's dark irises accustoming themselves to the bright morning light. Gohan yawned and rolled over, smiling as he saw the sleeping form of Videl lying next to him, breathing softly and her eyes closed tight. Carefully, he moved Videl's hand from his shoulder and placed it down beside her, not wanting to wake her from this almost perfect sleep she had fallen into.

Gently climbing out of bed, Gohan moved over to the window and stretched, the skin of his naked body tightening about his muscles and squeezing out those last dregs of rest. Then Gohan opened the shutters, and there in the street outside of the house a throng of people stood, watching his bedroom window expectantly.

"BEHOLD! THERE HE IS! THE GOLDEN ONE HAS AWOKEN!" the crowed chanted in unison. Gohan screamed in terror, fully realizing his nakedness before them, and closed the shutters quickly. He turned and put his back against the shutters and wondered what the hell he was going to do about this situation. A pounding at the door interrupted he thoughts.

Gohan squealed in terror and fled back to where his clothes were strewn on the floor, quickly pulling on some boxer shorts and a long baggy T-shirt.

"Gohan!" Came a cry from the door, and Gohan flinched.

"Hold on, Mother!" Gohan cried as he turned and saw Videl was awake. He suddenly panicked and ushered her under the covers. The door shook on it's hinges as Chi-Chi pounded on it's surface, and Gohan managed to get himself between the door and the bed just as it slammed open.

"Hello, mother!" Gohan said, in a deceptively cheerful way.

"Don't you 'Hello mother' me!" Chi-Chi snapped. "What are all those people doing out there!"

"Well uh… I…"

"Come on, what have you been up to?!" demanded Chi-Chi.

"They must have popped by for something," Gohan said.

"Popped by for something?! Swarmed by more like!" Chi-Chi screamed. "There's a multitude out there!"

"They started following me yesterday," Gohan wailed, resorting to the truth.

"Well they can bloody well stop following you right now," Chi-Chi said, storming over to the windows and throwing them open, letting her hard glare gaze down upon the crowd.

"Now stop following my son! You ought to be ashamed of yourselves!" Chi-Chi shouted. "THE GREAT SAIYAMAN! THE GREAT SAIYAMAN! SHOW US THE GREAT SAIYAMAN!" The crowd cried, still in unison.

"The who?!" Chi-Chi asked, bewildered. "There's no Great Saiyaman in here. There's a mess alright, but no Great Saiyaman. Now go away!"

"GOHAN! GOHAN!" they cried.

"Right, my lad, what have you been up to!" Chi-Chi snarled, slamming the shutters shut and advancing towards Gohan, who backed away.

"Nothing, Mum!"

"Come on, out with it!"

"They think I'm the Great Saiyaman, mum." Gohan flinched as the fryingpan slammed into the side of his.

"What have you been telling them?!" Chi-Chi demanded.

"Nothing! I only…"

"You're only making it worse for yourself!"

"Look, I can explain!" Wham! Chi-Chi's frying pan was a blur once again as it crashed into Gohan's head.

"Let me explain, Missus Son!" Videl cried. Chi-Chi turned around slowly to face her. "Your son is a born hero! Those people out there are following him because they believe in him, Missus Son! They believe he can give them hope, hope of a new life! A life free of crime, of terrorism, of genetically engineered psychopathic green androids!"

Chi-Chi gawped at Videl's presence, not believing that this young, naked girl before her would possibly dare stand up to her.

"Who's that?" Chi-Chi demanded, turning back to Gohan, who cowered back so much that the wall behind him started to crack.

"This is Videl, Mum. Videl… mother," Gohan explained, giving a little whimpering smile. Chi-Chi's frying pan was a blur again as he smacked off Gohan's head, then she stalked back to the window as Videl ran over to Gohan, shielding him from the enraged frying pan-wielding onna.

"THE GREAT SAIYAMAN! THE GREAT SAIYAMAN!!" The crowd chanted, and Chi-Chi's anger was risen to a new level. Rolling up her slaves and growling, she threw open the windows and glared down at the crowd once again.

"Look here," she said firmly. "He's not the Great Saiyaman! He's a very naughty boy! Now go away!"

"WHO ARE YOU?" The crowd demanded.

"I'm his mother, that's who!" Chi-Chi replied haughtily, pulling her self up to her full hight.

"BEHOLD, HIS MOTHER!" BEHOLD, HIS MOTHER! HAIL TO THEE, MOTHER OF GOHAN!" The crowd chanted as one. Chi-Chi's angered subsided briefly and she paused to adjust her hair. "BLESSED ARE THEE! SON CHI-CHI! ALL PRAISE TO THEE, NOW AND FOR ALWAYS!"

"Well…now, don't think you can get around me like that!" Chi-Chi said, her resolve intensifying once again. "He's not coming out, and that's my final word! Now shove off!"

"NO!" shouted the crowd.

"Did you hear what I just said?!"

"YES!"

"Oh, I see." Chi-Chi was dumbstruck, and there were too many of them for the frying pan. "It's like that, is it?"

"YES!"

"Oh… alright then, you can see him for one minute." Chi-Chi said eventually. "But not a single second more, understand?!"

"YES…"

"Promise?" Chi-Chi demanded.

"WELL… ALRIGHT THEN…" the crowd's voice boomed in answer.

"Well… alright then, here is. Come on! Cone and talk to them," Chi-Chi said, disappearing from the window and grabbing Gohan.

"But mum, Videl…"

"Leave that welsh tart alone," Chi-Chi ordered, dragging Gohan away.

"But I don't really want to…" Gohan's words drowned away as he turned and looked out across the sea of people that were clustered below his bedroom window. They were even clustered on the roofs of the buildings on the other side of the street. Then, as one, the crowd burst into cheers and cries of great joy, and in the air were waving hundreds of pairs of hands, holding white boots and various sorts of helmets.

"THE GREAT SAIYAMAN! THE GREAT SAIYAMAN!" they cried.

"Uh… Good morning!" Gohan shouted out across the street."

"A BLESSING! A BLESSING!" the crowd shouted back.

"No, no! Please, listen!" Gohan said, waving his hands. "I've got one or two things to say."

"TELL US!" the crowd cried. "TELL US BOTH OF THEM!"

"Look! You've got it all wrong! You don't need to follow me! You don't need to follow anybody! You've got to think for yourselves! You're all individuals!"

The crowd stood still for a moment as they took this in, then they all looked at one another.

"YES! WE'RE ALL INDIVIDUALS!"

"You're all different!" Gohan cried.

"YES! WE ARE ALL DIFFERENT!"

"I'm not…" said Piccolo, who was immediately hushed by everybody around him.

"You've all got to look out for yourselves," Gohan explained.

"YES! WE MUST LOOK OUT FOR OURSELVES!"

"Exactly!"

The crowd paused once again as they absorbed all this.

"TELL US MORE!"
"No! That's the point! Don't let anybody tell you what to do, otherwise… ow no, Mum!" Gohan yelped as Chi-Chi grabbed his ear and pulled him from the window. The crowed bayed in contempt as dismay as their golden savior was dragged from the window mid-speech. They had really been enjoying that.

"OOOOOOH! THAT WASN'T A MINUTE!" the crowed jeered and hissed.

"Oh yes it was!"

"OOOOOOH NO IT WASN'T!"

"Hey look, stop that!" Chi-Chi cried, waving her hands. "And go away!"

"Excuse me?" came a lone voice from the crowd below.

"Yes?"
"Are you a virgin?" the voice asked.

Chi-Chi was stunned. "I beg your pardon?!"

"Well, if it's not a personal question – Are you a virgin?" the voice asked again.

"If it's not a personal question?! How much more personal could you get?! Now piss off!" And with that, Chi-Chi withdrew from the window, slamming the shutters shut behind her.

"Yeah, she is. Must be," the crowd mussed and muttered to itself. "Definitely."

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Gohan walked down stairs with Videl in tow, and what he saw made him cringe. The house was filled to bursting point with people, and standing in the middle of it all were Goku, Turlus, Uncle Raditz and Tomatta.

"Morning, Savior!" Goku said, cheerfully.

 Gohan looked up and groaned as he made his way through this newest crowd, hands reaching out and pawing at him as he made his way through the knot of people towards where his father and the others were standing.

"Don't jostle the golden one, please!" Raditz said, pushing as many hands away from his nephew as he could. The four Saiyans led Gohan through the house towards the front door, as people still tried to grab hold of him.

"Don't push that criminal in the savior's face!" Turlus snapped. "He'll catch him later."

"Can you take my wife to the hospital, please?" A posh voice cried out.

"You'll have to wait, I'm afraid," Goku replied.

"It's very bad," the voice said again. "We have a luncheon appointment."

"Look, the Burglars are queuing!" Turlus snapped, shooting the husband a glare that would have melted solid lead.

"Uh… Gohan, can I introduce the gentleman who's letting us have the school hall for a demonstration on being good on Saturday. Gohan?" Tomatta asked, looking about and seeing nobody. Gohan had managed to sneak out through the back door, and he leaned his back against it, sighing a deep sigh of release.

Back in the house, things were still as turbulent.

"Look, can you keep the noise down please? Those possessed by the black water mist, please try and stop eating everybody won't you?"

Meanwhile, Gohan fled down the steps and through the garden, and paused when he heard the sound of footsteps behind him.

"Gohan? Oh Gohan!" Videl crooned. "You were Fantastic!"

"You weren't so bad yourself," Gohan said with a sly grin.

"No, what you said just now! Quite extraordinary! We don't need any leaders, you're so right!"

"What?!" Gohan exclaimed.

"The governments have been dominating us for too long!"
"Well… yeah… I guess…" Gohan said. He had always thought that was the whole point of the government… to govern.

"It needed saying! And you said it, Gohan!"

"You really are very attractive…"

"It's our revolution! We can all do it together!"

"I think…. I think I…"
"We're all behind you, Gohan! The revolution is in your hands!"

"What?! That's not what I meant at all! I…" Gohan stopped when a heavy hand came down onto his shoulder. Gohan turned around slowly and looked up into the cold black eyes of Brolli, who sneered.

"You're fucking nicked me old beauty!"

Gohan was about to say something, such as "unhand me, you brute!" when Hercule pirouetted past in a Tutu, singing "I'm too sexy for my shirt."

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"Argh!" Gohan screamed and sat bolt upright. Videl, startled by the sudden movement, stirred and opened her eyes and looked at Gohan.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

"Y-yeah… I'm fine…" Gohan said and lay back down with a sigh. Videl gave him a scrutinizing look, and sighed.

"Sure, okay Gohan…" Videl was about to say something else then decided not to. She was asleep again in moment.

"Women…" Gohan muttered and went back to sleep, but the rest of his dreams were troubled from then onwards by the sight of Hercule Satan wearing a pink Tutu.

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President Black, corporate owner of the Red Ribbon Record company (all rights reserved) lounged back in his large black leather office chair and laughed. All was going according to plan, and soon the world's population would be a zombified whored wanting… nay, craving his music!

"MWAHAHAHAHahahahahahah!" Black laughed

"I'm sorry, sir?" his secretary said, over the intercom.

"Sorry, Miss Lime," Black said. "Just uh… thinking of the joke Vice President Blue told me yesterday."

"Ah, of course," Lime said.

"What's my schedule for today?" Black asked, spinning the seat around.

"You're free until 1pm, then you have a business meeting with the Satan Record Business, re: the closer of their account and the over taking of by RRR."

Black nodded. One of the secondary goals of Red Ribbon was also the monopoly on all music, and this was attainable by buying all the other music labels.

"At 3pm, you're scheduled for a business meeting with one Mister Hakarimoto, the details of which have been kept from me," Lime reported from her desk on the other side of the office wall. "Uh…" There was the sound of some paper being shuffled. "That appears to be all, Mister Black. In all, a fairly inactive day today."

"Good, gives me more time to plan the over taking of the world."

"Sir?"

"Nothing!" Black said hurriedly.

There was a brief electronic click as the intercom connection closed, and Black was left with his own private thoughts.

Several years ago, Black had found himself sitting at the end of a pier, in Big Robot. This came as a bit of a surprise to General Black, seeing as he had just been blown up (actually, it had been closer to 35 years previously that Black came to a grisly end after kidnapping a certain Bandit, two certain shape-shifters, a certain genius, a certain old pervert and a certain talking turtle, as well as stealing 6 certain orange golden sphere about the size of a fist) by an irate kid with a tail. Black, seeing the error of his ways, went about correcting the errors of his ways in his own unique way. Unfortunately, Black saw that the error of his ways was that he had never actually managed to take over the earth, and his mind, he saw this as a very big error.

To correct this error, General Black called to him the survivors of the black ribbon army, and it seemed that for the most part, they were the ones who made of the naval and air arm of the force, and a handful of soldiers. This didn't worry Black, as he felt that taking over the Earth was going to take a more subtle approach. After all, a small cell is going to be harder to spot than a large army. So he had sold off what was left of the Red Ribbon's armed forces, and used his connections to buy himself a large slice of the corporate sector, and with that he had started to meddle in the music business. Before long, he had one of the biggest music production companies on the planet, and his influence was growing more and more powerful by the day.

Black gloated to himself as he run long slender fingers over a platinum disk embedded into the British Oak desk that he sat behind.

"First, the music world will crumble to my touch… and then…" black broke off the sentence to chuckle. "And then, the world will feel the might as the red Ribbon Army once again!"

"Uh… Mister Black sir, there's a young lady here to see you," Lime said.

"A young lady? For me?" Black said, sitting up straight.

"Yes sir."

"Well don't be rude, show her in!" Black said in an all too nice way. Lime shrugged and closed the intercom, and showed the lady how the way in.

Black watched as the office doors opened, and Lime ushered in his guest. She had large blue eyes and shoulder-length blonde hair. She was a cutie, and as the lady looked towards Black, she demurely pushed several strands of hair from in front of her eyes and behind her ear.

"You're Black, aren't you," she said.

"Yes, yes I am, miss…?" Black asked, offering his hand. The lady looked at it, and smiled politely.

"My name is Number 18, General."

"I see somebody has been doing their research," Black growled sitting down.

"Not particularly," 18 said with a smile. "Dr. Gero was kind enough to leave me full records about Red Ribbon."

Black froze when 18 mentioned Gero's name, and his hand smoothly started to move towards a security button. "So, that old coot is still alive, then?"

"No," 18 said, placing one hand on her hip and moving towards the desk. "We took care of him."

"We?" Black asked weakly.

"My brother and I."

"You're brother being…?"

"Number 17, of course," 18 said with a polite smile.

"Of course, how could I have been so stupid?" Black said, and swallowed hard. His finger darted out and pressed the button. There was a mechanical whir as several off the roofing tiles slid back and blaster gun turrets swung down, focusing on the intruder into the room.

"I suggest that you back away, android… things will get pretty messy."

"I haven't come here to destroy you, you stupid man," 18 said with a laugh. "I've come with a business opportunity for you." She leaned forward and placed her hand son the desk, pressing down with more force than need be. Cracks shot out across the polished and reinforced wooden surface from where her hands appeared to be merely resting on the surface.

"A business opportunity…" Black said lamely.

"Yes. Call it more a favour, from one Red Ribbon to another," 18 purred.

"Um… anything," Black croaked.

"Not until you get rid of those guns… or will I have to do it for you?"

"S-sorry?" Black asked, totally forgetting about the turrets.

"I see. Very well then," 18 said and turned around, scooting back and sitting down on the desk, folding one leg over the over in a very ladylike manor. Pointing a finger at each of the turrets, she let a single pin-prick of red energy shoot out across the room, each turret exploding as the blasts touched the gleaming metal surface. When she turned back around, Black had vanished.

With a sigh, 18 looked under the table and found Black cowering there.

"Listen, do you want to do business or don't you?"

"Yes, just don't kill me!" Black whined.

"Idiot, If I wanted to kill you, I could have just blown up the building," 18 growled. "But let's just leave things at that. Now, instead of asking you nicely, I'm going to tell you. You are going to sign up my band to your record label."

"Yes! Yes! Anything! Just don't kill me!" Black whined. 18 gave him a look of disgust then left the room, leaving the former General of the Red Ribbon Army cowering under his desk.

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"For the last time, no!" Vegeta snarled. Mirai ducked as a brick flew over his head.

"But, Dad! You need to see somebody about this, it's unhealthy!"

"Unhealthy? Unhealthy?! You dare tell the prince of All Saiyans what healthy is?!"

"Um… Dad?"

"What?!"

"Calm down?"

"No, I will not calm down!"

"Dad!"

" I am not going to see a psychitrist!"

"But you've got to have this problem sorted out before it takes over your life!"

"How in the name of Vegeta could it take over my life?!"

"I don't know!" Mirai exclaimed. "Maybe you might start walking funny!"

"'Hello, my name is Vegeta, and I would like to register a funny walk you lanky baka' funny?"

"Yes!"

"Fuck off!" Vegeta snarled and hurled another brick at his future-son.

"Where the hell are you getting those bricks from?!" Trunks demanded, quite bewildered at his father's arsenal.

"Come closer and I'll show you."

Trunks started to move forward, then hesitated and stopped. "Uh, no thanks. I'm quite fine where I am."

"Curses," Vegeta muttered.

"I think I here mom, calling, bye!" Trunks yelled and ran off before Vegeta could say anything.

"Damn that brat… I am not going to see any damn baka human doctors!" Vegeta snarled.

"Why not, Mister Vegeta?" came a voice from behind him.

"Argh!" Vegeta screamed. Whirling around, he saw Goten looking up at him, no more than a foot away.

"I Instant Trance-fishinged here," Goten mispronounced. "I'm getting better at it. Last time, I landed in the pond, and I nearly stood on Ginyu."

"How delightful," Vegeta said, giving Goten what he hoped was a 'you're boring me, Kakospawn, now get out of here before I blast you,' expression.

"Yeah, could have been worse."

"Yes, I could have mistaken you for Buu and killed you on the spot," Vegeta replied through gritted teeth.

"No, I could have landed in your bathroom when it was occupied. Boy, that would have been really embarrassing," Goten laughed, putting his hands behind his head.

"If that had happened whilst I was in there, I would have killed you in general principle," Vegeta growled, his eyes narrowing to slits.

"Yeah, my dad probably would have had something to say about that," Goten replied casually. "And my brother probably… but he's too busy with Pan right now, when he's not with you guys, I mean."

"Listen, you little third-class brat. Either you get out of my study, or I'm going to hit you so hard, that even your grandfather's going to feel it!"

"Which grandfather?" Goten asked.

"All of them!" Vegeta roared.

"Eep!" Goten shrieked and bolted out the door. Vegeta watched the young Demi-Saiyan run and chuckled to himself.

"That was harsh, Vegie."

"ARGH!" Vegeta screamed again, whirling around and seeing Goku standing behind him this time.

"Kakkarot, what the hell are you doing in my study?!" Vegeta snapped, before adding: "And don't call me 'Vegie'."

"Looking for you. The guys are ready to practice, we need you in the bass, dude."

"'Dude'?" vegeta asked skeptically.

"Yeah, it's what we band-guys call each other."

"I am not a dude," Vegeta said lamely, his eyes narrowed.

"Yeah you are, you're a total dude."

"Yeah? And you're a total idiot."

"Heh heh heh," Goku laughed. "Hey!"

"Listen Kakkarot, arte you coming or not?" vegeta asked, already heading out the doorway.

"Yeah hey, wait for me!" Goku shouted running after the little prince.

The session lasted well into the night, and they jammed so hard that they were exhausted. Many returned home to bed, and we fast asleep before they hot the pillows, all except Brolli. Tomorrow was going to be Sunday… that meant dinner with Fru. That meant frying pans… and her notoriously bad cooking… For the first time in his life, Brolli was terrified.

AN: Sorry I haven't posted in a long time, guys. I've been really busy with *ahem* other things. But hopefully the next chapters of Death Saiyan should come out a lot quicker than this one did.

Paul.