Summary: What would happen if Gohan and Videl never met in high school? What if Hercule's secret was finally revealed? What if that left Videl to fend for herself? Fresh out of high school, an eighteen year old Videl must find a way to make a living on her own when her father's secret is revealed to the public. Gohan, also eighteen years old, leaves home to make a difference in the world, but something goes wrong and he is forced to live in a way he never planned to. An incident brings the two together and they must fight to win their happy ending. But when the bad guys are unexpected and powerful, will they be able to win in the end?
Rating: PG13 for now, but may go up later on
Caregory: Mostly romance, plenty of angst, lots of action/adventure, drama also is included, and even some humor is added in
Warning: It has much AU in it, but not so much that it doesn't follow the main DBZ idea. Also, the characters may be OCC a little, but not so much that they seem like a different character altogether. Another warning; contains violence and some sexual content/suggestion, but not too much for now. Not much language problems if any either.
Disclaimer: Ok, I normally don't bother to put this because everyone knows that the people who write fanfics don't own the show. That's why they are called FANfics, hehe. No offense guys. So, don't sue me now cause I have a disclaimer.
"Mom! No! Please no! Mommy!" Goten yelled with tears running down his face as his big brother tried to explain what had happened.
Silent tears ran down the older boys cheeks as he watched his younger brother cry out, only to be wiped away violently. 'No, I must be strong! I have to be strong, for him. Oh Kami, why! This is too much! Just too much,' he thought to himself before wrapping the small boy into his arms in a tight hug.
"Goten," he croaked out. He cleared his throat and started again, "Goten, don't worry, we'll get her back! You just have to have faith, trust me. I know it hurts, but you have to be brave! Be brave for mom, ok?" he gave a strained smile to the child in his arms before pulling him into a hug.
Whimpering, Goten replied, "o-ok big brother. But, but why! Why was mom taken from us! What can we do?" The small boy pulled back from his big brother's hug to look the older boy in the eyes, hope clearly evident there.
Looking him in the eye, he answered the boy, "Goten, never, ever give up! Don't you ever lose that hope, ok?" he waited for Goten to nod his head in agreement before he continued. "I don't know exactly what we can do, but I do know that if I can make a difference, then I should try my best to do so and you should, too. I don't just mean with mom though, but with everyone and everything, ok? Do you we have a deal?"
Goten smiled a watery smile up at his brother, then nodded his head in reply. "Ok big brother, it's a deal," he said, then suddenly his smile turned to a frown. He looked back up at his brother and asked, "Big brother? You won't ever leave me, right?"
To say the least, the young man was shocked. 'Why would he ever think that!' he asked himself, then spoke his thoughts out loud, "Of course not! Why would you ever think that?"
Goten just shrugged his shoulders and wiped away the remaining tears on his cheeks. He wrapped his small arms around his big brother's neck and hugged him tight. The two sat there in each others embrace until it came time to leave to their new home.
Gohan sat up straight in his bed as the memories came flooding back into his dream. He sighed out loud and ran shaky fingers through his thick locks of black hair. Ever since that day, everything seemed to go wrong. His life had been turned upside down and there was no going back.
Swinging his legs over the side of his bed, he checked the alarm clock on the table next to his bed, only to find that it was 7:00 AM. 'Wow, I'm actually up early for once,' he thought to himself tiredly as he pulled the rest of his body out of bed and into the bathroom. Once there, he turned on the shower and waited until the water was steaming from the heat. He then stripped out of his boxers and climbed in.
As he cleaned himself in the shower, he pondered over the constant memories that had been robbing him of his sleep as of late. He remembered the day he found the note laid on the broken down door of his house, then of the day he had to tell Goten about the contents of the note. He then remembered the day that he and his brother moved into the Brief's house for lack of any where else to say. Last, he remembered the terrible day when he was forced to begin his new life, that new life that he hated so. Once the memories became more detailed, he shut them all out as he did every other time. They were just too painful.
Finished, he turned off the water and grabbed a nearby towel. After he dried himself off, he wrapped it neatly around his bare flesh and exited the bathroom. Before getting dressed though, he pulled out the top desk drawer and removed a piece of paper. He looked back down at it and tried to decipher any clue he might have missed before, but it was no use; what he was looking for simply wasn't there. He put that piece of paper back, then removed another. He studied it with a smile, for on it was his beloved mother, along with he and his brother standing happily beside her. It was taken not too long ago at his eighteenth birthday and everyone was so happy. 'Why must things be this way! Why Kami? Why!' he thought to himself sadly as he again put the picture back into the drawer before closing it.
He walked over to where his clothes sat nicely folded on his desk drawer, when all of a sudden, realization dawned on him. He rushed back over to the drawer and pulled out the note again. He quickly read over it for the second time that day.
To whom it concerns,
We have found this women very appealing for our association and have decided to take her for our own delight. We can assure you that she will be taken care of well enough and that she will not be killed at our hands. Do not bother looking for her.
That was it; not even a signature, or so he thought. As he looked closer though, he noticed that there had been some form of a signature, but it was covered by white out. He raised the slip of paper high over his head to look at it through the light. Symbols, that must have been some means of writing, shown threw, but he was unable to decipher them fully. He scratched at the white out and as he did so, the symbols became more clear.
"What do these symbols mean! They make no sense!" He said out loud in frustration since the writing was foreign to him. In a storm of anger, he threw the letter onto his bed and reached for his clothes to get dressed for work.
Once he was prepared for the day, he looked back at the small slip of paper on his bed. Sighing, he walked over and picked it up. Studying it once again, he was suddenly struck with an idea. In a rush of excitement, he shoved the paper into his pocket and practically ran out the door.
He hopped into his black ford and pulled out of the parking space and onto the road. Driving a little faster then he probably should have, he arrived at work in record time. The young man jumped out of his truck, taking only a moment to lock it, and ran into the building.
He pressed the button for the elevator, then tried his best to stand still and wait patiently for it to arrive. When it didn't arrive after a minute or so, he decided it wasn't worth the wait and rushed to the stairway, only to run up the stairs at an impossible speed.
Finally, he reached the top of the stairs and burst threw the door, managing to startle all the employees working at the time. Grinning sheepishly, he realized that in his hurry, he had torn the door from off it's hinges. He leaned the door up against a nearby wall and said a few, quick apologizes, then went back on his path to his original destination.
The golden letters reading "Bulma Brief's Office" were hung on the white door at the end of the hallway, letting Gohan know that he had made it to his destination at last. Swinging the door open, this time being careful as to not tearing it off it's hinges, he was met with the scene of Bulma Briefs chatting with two older, business-like men.
"Look, I don't care if he says it was an accident! I'm still suing him for everything he's worth! Face it, he was caught red handed and is going to pay the price!" Bulma explained in an angry manner.
"Please, Mrs. Briefs, try to understand his predicament! We were sent here to..." the taller of the two men said before he was cut off by Gohan's entrance. This man had gray hair now, slicked back neatly. He had on a black suit with a dark blue tie and nice black dressy shoes. His shoulders were rather broad and his skin had a tan complection. His partner though was older and hunched over from age. This man had more white in his hair then gray and his skin was rather pale looking. Like his younger partner, he had a black suit on and black dress shoes, but with a red tie. The one thing that stood out about this man though was his piercing blue eyes and the superior way he carried himself.
Bulma looked up at Gohan and a smile spread across her face upon seeing him. "Gohan! I'm so glad to see you! Sweety, could you give me and these men one more minute? I'll be with you right after that, ok?"
Nodding his head, he left the room and closed the door behind him. He stood by the door and listened to the voices slowly grow louder until he heard it go quiet, then Bulma's voice broke the silence telling the men to leave now. Bouncing up and down on his heels, Gohan tried his best to wait patiently for his chance to speak with her.
In a display of obvious upset, the men exited the room with indignant looks on their faces. Bulma appeared at the doorway after they left with obvious dislike and anger on her face. Confused, Gohan stood looking back and forth between Bulma and the men, then gave up and waited for Bulma to cool off.
Letting out a much emphasized sigh, Bulma ran a hand through her blue hair before turning to face Gohan with a large smile. "Now, what was all the hurry for? You don't normally come rushing to work, especially," she paused as she looked up at the small clock hanging on the wall, "this early."
"Bulma, I have something urgent I need to talk to you about in privacy," he emphasized looking over at a now starring secretary. Frantically, the young woman looked away, embarrassed to be caught eavesdropping.
"Aw, I see. Come with me into my office, Gohan," the older woman said. Practically jogging, he rushed into the room and sat down while Bulma locked the door behind her. She went and sat down across from Gohan and watched as he pulled out something from his pocket.
Giving Bulma the letter he had been examining earlier, he watched her carefully. With a sad look in her eyes, she faced Gohan and said, "Sweety, you know I've already seen this many times before. I've told you, there's nothing we can do right now. I'm sorry, so sorry. Your mother was my best friend and I miss her just as much as you do, but..." before she could continue though, Gohan interrupted her.
"No, Bulma, look closer," he said. When she seemed confused as to what he was talking about, he decided to just show her. "Look, put this up against the light and tell me what you see at the bottom of the paper." Doubtful, she raised the paper above her head and looked at the place she had been told to look. She couldn't help the gasp of surprise that escaped her lips at the sight of the mysterious writing. "You see? I don't know why I didn't see it before! All that time and I never once thought to examine it closer. But, what I don't get is what kind of language is this? Is it some kind of code or an actual language I haven't heard of before?"
Wide eyes, Bulma looked at the handsome young man and said, "I-I've seen this kind of writing before. It looks, no, it can't be!" When Gohan urged her on, she continued. "It looks like the books Vegeta reads. It looks like Sayian!"
Quickly, Bulma pulled Gohan out of her office and down the stairs until they reached the parking lot. Gohan climbed into the passenger seat while Bulma explained to the panicking secretary from before that she was heading for an urgent business meeting and that all her meetings for the rest of the morning are to be canceled.
Finally, Bulma was able to pull out of the parking lot. She sped rather quickly down the road until she reached the enormous building of none other then the original Capsule Corp. Both passengers jumped out of the car and rushed into the building.
Knowing where her husband would be, Bulma led Gohan through the complicated hallways, of which he had already sorted out from living there for a year, until they reached the gravity room. She entered the password, but was surprised when she couldn't open it. She reentered the code and once again, nothing happened. Angry, she pulled out a card from her purse and slide it through the slot while muttering, "he thinks he can just lock me out by changing the password, does he? Well, I'll show him. What, did he think I didn't have a key of some kind that will unlock every room? That's it, he's sleeping on the coach tonight!"
Gohan looked at her hesitantly, grateful he wasn't Vegeta at the moment. 'Is it just me or is there fire coming out of her eyes? Hehehe...' he though to himself as he followed her into the gravity room.
Sweat pouring down his face, Vegeta immediately stopped his training and looked at the two intruders with a glare. "Woman! Can't you see I'm training! Why'd you think I changed the code! I don't want you in here!" He yelled, then smirked when he saw Gohan standing behind her. "So, you've brought the weakling with you. What is it this time? Is he still crying over his harpy of a mother's disappearance?"
Gohan's ki shot up when he heard Vegeta's comment. With a murderous look in his eyes, he yelled back at Vegeta, "Don't you ever talk about my mother like that!" He was about to fly up and punch the smirking Sayian in the face, but his arm was grabbed by an angry Bulma.
"That's it, Vegeta! You've gone too far! YOU'RE SLEEPING ON THE COACH! AND NO FOOD FOR A WEEK!" Bulma screamed at him. She was about to rant on, but remembered why she was there so she calmed herself down. "Look, Vegeta," she continued, "Gohan found some writing on the bottom of the note they left for his mother and we suspect that it might be sayian. Come and take a look at this."
Grumbling, Vegeta took the paper from Bulma's hand and scanned it. He looked up at her with a look that read "you have got to be kidding". Before he could ask her if she was crazy, she said, "It's at the bottom. Hold it up to the light." He did as she said, still glaring, and held the paper to the light.
With a surprised, but angry look on his face, he replied, "What! How do these, these imbeciles, know sayian!" Both Bulma and Gohan looked at him anxiously, waiting for him to continue. "It's says 'Trajeta, Jok, Gotah, and Nabba, loyal servants of The Master, leader and founder of the UPO, Universal Predator Organization'."
So shocked was Gohan, that he was unable to even articulate the question burning on his mind. He had to ask though, so he swallowed all the other many questions he knew Vegeta would be unable to answer to ask the most important one, "Vegeta, does this mean that there are other Sayians alive in this world?"
"Of course not, boy! I am the only full blooded Sayian left and you and the other brats are the only half blooded Sayains. I don't know how these imbeciles know the sayian language, but I would have felt their presence if there was any Sayians alive," Vegeta answered calmly, but Bulma wasn't fooled; she could see he was hiding something.
"Gohan, why don't you go on home now and rest. Don't worry about work today, you can have it off! Oh, and if we find out anything else, I'll let you know, ok?" Bulma told the lost looking young man beside her. All she got was a reluctant nod before he left to fly back to the office and get his car. 'The poor boy! He's gone through so much already, I just don't know how much more he can take. No, I can't think like that! He is strong, possibly the strongest man in the universe; he can take care of himself. He'll be fine, right?' she thought to herself with much worry after Gohan left.
Back in his apartment building, Gohan laid on his bed lost in thought. 'I, I don't get it! Someone who knows sayian is the leader of UPO? That doesn't make sense! Why couldn't I tell this earlier? They're the ones who took my mother! How could they! And this whole time, I...that's it, I've made up my mind. Tonight I'm going to make some changes.'
He got himself off the bed and looked at the clock. It read 11:30, which meant he still had about nine hours until he had to leave. Not sure what to do on his time off, he decided the best thing to do would be to visit his brother at school. He promised he wouldn't leave his brother alone, but as time went by, he had been forced to move out. After that, his visits slowly decreased until almost never. He decided today would be the best day to spend with his little brother.
Gohan arrived at Orange Star Jr. High, where his brother had been sent after they decided he'd do best to skip a few grades. So, Gohan walked up to the office and asked for where his brother's room would be. He thanked the lady once she told him Goten's room at the moment was 83, then walked off in the direction she pointed to. 'Man, I wish I could have gone to school like Goten does. It looks like such a fun place,' he thought to himself as he passed the many rooms.
After a few minutes of walking, he came upon the room 83. Hesitantly, he knocked on the door and waited for a reply. He heard the teacher tell the class to calm down, then the red, beat up door opened wide to revel an anxious class and their teacher. She was a young looking lady with brown hair to her shoulders and a maroon dress on that reached her knees. She also had on nice black shoes to match the dress and chocolate brown eyes. From what Gohan could tell, she didn't seem to be much older then him.
"Er, hi. Um, I'm here to pick up my brother, Goten. This is his room, right?" he asked the teacher in front of him. He then peered around her when he heard an excited whisper. Confused, he looked back at the teacher with a questioning look.
Startled, the teacher stepped aside for Gohan to enter the classroom also. When he stepped in, Goten jumped out of his seat and yelled, "Gohan! What are you doing here?"
Smiling, Gohan watched Goten run up beside him. Ruffling his hair, he said, "Hey there, squirt. I got today off from work and I was wondering if you wanted to hang out. What do you say?" Goten's eyes lite up as a grin reached his face. He nodded his head excitedly, then turned to his teacher.
She was caught starring at Gohan with a dreamy look on her face. Noticing that the two boys' attention had been turned back to her, she couldn't help the blush that reached he face. "Oh, um, right. You can be excused from the work for today, Goten," she said as she walked over to her desk and pulled out some paper. "I just need you to read this chapter so you can be prepared for the test tomorrow," she said as she wrote the pages on the paper.
While Goten was discussing the assignment with his teacher, Gohan looked over Goten's class members. He blushed and let out a nervous laugh when he saw the girls looking excitedly at him and whispering amongst themselves with girly giggles. Most of the guys tried to look bored by this, but some couldn't help their curiosity and glanced casually at him. A few even glared at him because of the attention he was getting. 'Ok, I've changed my mind. I'm glad I didn't have to go to school if it'd be like this,' he thought to himself when he saw Goten walking back to hi, still with the grin on his face.
"Ah, right. Is everything all set so we can go?" he asked. He looked back at the teacher and she winked at him. His cheeks reddened again and he looked away, hoping the color would fade away soon.
"You bet! Let's go!" Goten said with much enthusiasm and turned to wave at his classmates. He then stuck his tongue out at the jealous kids and walked out the door. Gohan followed after him and turned to close the door. Before he shut it completely though, he saw the young teacher blow a kiss at him. He blushed harder and closed the door quickly after that.
Turning to face Goten, he asked, "Is your teacher always like that?" Goten seemed to think about this for while. They were now walking out past the office toward the parking lot.
Goten then answered, "No, she's normally really strict and gets angry at us. Hm, she must really like you," he said with a smirk. The young sayian normally was very childish about things, but he had quick wits about him and after being in jr. high, certain things were rubbed off on him.
The blush remained on his face as Gohan said, "What! No way! You're imaging things! And since when have you been such an expert on how people feel, huh?"
Goten just shrugged his shoulders, still with the same knowing smile on his face. He examined the slip of paper still in his hand and turned it around. On the back was written these words:
Sexy, Give me a call at 123-4567
An even wider grin then from before crossed Goten's face after reading this. "Hey, Gohan! I think Ms. Ashton left you a little note."
Giving Goten a curious look, he took the paper presented to him and flipped it over. He read the back side of it and, once again, his face went red. He tried to act cool for his little brother, but he ended up being rather obvious about it.
"So," Goten began, always with that knowing smirk, "are you going to call her?" He watched Gohan's face, red with embarrassment, turn from trying to be cool to shock.
"What! Of course not!" he answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. They reached his truck and climbed in. Goten fiddled with the radio while Gohan started the car.
"Why not? It would do you good to have a girlfriend for once. Not to mention it'd get me an easy A," Goten commented. A song came on that he liked so he cranked up the volume. 'Besides, before mom was taken, she was very obsessive about Gohan finding himself the love of his life. She wanted the grandchildren badly and I want to be an uncle!' Goten thought to himself.
Gohan tried to yell a retort above the music, but Goten seemed unable to hear him so he gave up on trying to explain his reasoning. 'Besides, this is a time to enjoy being with your brother, not talking about such serious things,' Gohan thought absentmindedly.
It was 7:00 when the two boys arrived at the Capsule Corp. Original building. Laughing, the both of them entered the building and headed to where Goten was staying. Before they got very far though, a shadow emerged from down the hall.
Before he knew it, Gohan had punches and kicks thrown at him this way and that. He dodged and blocked every last one of them with ease. Soon, they stopped altogether and he was able to see his attacker; none other then Trunks himself.
"Not bad, Gohan. I can see you haven't gone to waste. But did you see me! I'm getting faster and better! Watch your back cause soon I'm going to be able to beat you, Gohan!" Trunks said in his cocky manner. The young Sayian then looked over at Goten and asked, "Where have you been? Mom's been throwing a fit ever since you didn't show up when you were suppose to. You're gonna get it now!"
Goten looked scared at that, all the possible punishments he would get ran through his mind. Gohan saved him the worry though when he said, "don't worry, I'll talk to Bulma and explain everything to her. She'll understand. Now, go get your homework done and get to bed." He surprised himself with how much he sounded like his mother right there.
Goten sighed with relief then gave his brother a quick hug and goodbye before he was dragged off by his best friend to go play. Gohan just shook his head at them and went off to find Bulma. Not surprising him in the least bit, he quickly found Bulma pacing in her study room. He cleared his throat to get her attention and she looked up with a very stressed look on her face.
"Gohan! I'm so glad you're here! I've got terrible news. You see, um, your brother, well, he kinda didn't show up when he was suppose to today and I don't know where he is and I'm so worried!" she said rather quickly, tears threatening to roll down her face.
He couldn't help, but feel bad for making her worry so. He grabbed her by the shoulders and said, "Calm down, Bulma! He's alright! I'm sorry I made you so worried, but I just took him out for the day. I didn't know it would be this big of a deal. I'm sorry."
She sighed with a great amount of relief and asked, "So he's safe back at home now?" she waited for Gohan to answer with a quick "yes" then suddenly grew angry. "Why didn't you call! I've been so worried and all for nothing! I mean, he could have been killed! Or lost and hungry somewhere! Or what if he..." she continued her ranting, but Gohan quickly zoned it out. It was a skill he had learned from his father long ago to zone out the long lectures Chi Chi use to give.
"Gohan! Are you even listening to me! Oh, just forget it. I'm glad everything's ok now," Bulma said once she noticed her listener's attention was elsewhere at the moment.
A small smile reached his face before he looked down at his watch. He quickly gave Bulma a hug and said, "I'm really sorry I made you worry like that. I promise to tell you next time. I've got to get running now though so I can't stay and talk more. Thanks for the day off!"
"Not a problem, Gohan. Now, it's been a long day for you and I want you to go home and rest, ok? Oh, and don't worry," she added when she saw there was something he wanted to say still, "I won't tell Goten about what we found out today. He doesn't need to be worried about the sayian writing."
He smiled gratefully, then left from where he came. He drove back to his apartment building and got dressed up for his next big task of the day. He was nervous about what he must do, but there was no turning back from it now. With a grave look on his face, he grabbed his stuff and climbed back into the truck.
After a relatively long drive, he arrived at his destination. It was a worn down office building that at one point may have been used for Capsule Corp, but a fire had caused it's location to be moved. Somehow, the building was restored by it's new occupants who have used it for their organization ever since.
He took a deep breath as he entered the building, trying to act as normal as he usually did. He walked down the dark hall, things as quiet as they normally were. He saw a few men drudge by in their dark clothing and he nodded in acknowledgment of them like he usually did each time.
After a short walk, he found himself in front of the door to the main office room where his boss would most likely be. Shaking all the doubts out of his head, he hesitantly knocked on it. He heard a gruff "come in" and slowly opened the door to peer inside.
The room was plain and as ordinary as all the other ones in the building. It had few papers hung on the wall to remind the boss of their latest missions and a large desk stood in the middle, with the blinds to the window behind it pulled down. The air was thick with smoke from the many cigarettes Gohan was sure his boss had a day. The only light that came from the room was that of a small lamp placed on the desk beside the stacks of paper. Altogether, the room wasn't very promising.
The man Gohan sought after sat quietly behind the desk and watched as Gohan entered. He looked as if he had seen much of life for his eyes were hard, unsmiling and his face was worn. He appeared to be tall, but when sitting down, it was nearly impossible to tell. His broad shoulders gave the impression of great strength and his fine clothing hinted at wealth. He looked to be in his late thirties and had dark brown hair that almost looked black. Anyone's first impression of him was never very good and very intimidating. A matter of fact, the ones after that were hardly much better.
With a stern face, Gohan's boss asked, "Number 72, is it?" Gohan gulped and nodded. That was the code name he went under, along with the mask he was wearing, given to him when he first started his job. The boss then asked, "What do you need?" He quirked his eyebrow in question and waited for a reply.
Playing with the collar of his shirt, Gohan tried to gain his courage for what he was about to do. "Um, sir," he began, "There's something I need to talk to you about."
"Oh, is that so? Hm, if you must then hurry it up cause I'm putting you on the all-nighter for tonight," his boss said in a bored tone of voice. He shuffled some paper and stacked them back up carefully, as if it made some kind of difference.
Still nervous, he couldn't quite find the nerve to ask what he needed to ask. "Well, you see, sir, I wanted to know exactly what it is we do here?" he asked the dangerous looking man in front of him.
"Didn't you go over this with one of employees before?" the boss asked, then continued when Gohan shook his head. "No? Well what have you been told?"
Gohan looked surprised to be asked something like that, but soon his surprise changed into thoughtfulness. Slowly, he replied, "Well, I was told that we rescued young girls who had nowhere else to go and give them shelter. Oh, and that the 'Master' has only been seen by his few loyal servants."
To the great surprise of Gohan, the normally emotionless man in front of him began to laugh. The funny thing was, the laugh didn't sound humourous, it sounded cruel. His laughter stopped abruptly and he said, "Yes, we 'help' the young women. It is true that only the loyal servants have seen the Master, but that is the only truth you know. Ha, go back to your colleagues and find the real truth."
Gohan couldn't hold back the anger and hatred in his voice as he said to the man, "Are you not man enough to tell me the truth yourself? Are you not man enough to do the dirty work! No, I know the truth now, but I wanted to hear your side of the story before I jumped to conclusions. Now that I've heard what you have to say, I've made my decision. I am leaving this place and never coming back. You disgust me."
Rage burning clearly in his eyes, his former boss tried to keep himself from yelling as he said, "How dare you! That's it then, you are no longer welcomed in the UPO. Leave now before I change my mind and have my assistant kill you!"
Gohan turned around and walked to the door, but before he left completely, he turned back to face the enraged man and replied dangerously, "I'm going to find my mom, and after I do, I'm going to bring your organization down." He glared at the man for long moments, then stomped out the door to his truck.
He was no fool; he knew the UPO would be sending someone after him to hunt him down and get rid of him. He knew too much. So, as soon as he got to his apartment building, he packed his belongings and left in the middle of the night.
He spent the rest of the night looking for a new place to stay; one that was far, far away from his last. Finally, at about 5 in the morning, he found a run down, hidden apartment building that he heard was a good place for runaways to hide. He grabbed a jacket from his stuff and put the hood over his head. He had to be cautious in case someone from the organization thought to look there.
He walked to the front desk and hit the bell a few times in hope of getting someone's attention. He waited patiently until a tired, old man came out from a room nearby. He was still dressed in his pajama's and could hardly keep his eyes open. He studied Gohan with a look that plainly asked "are you crazy", but didn't say a thing.
"Hello, sir. Er, I am in need of a room. Do you have anything available?" Gohan asked in a business like manner. He waited again as the owner of the apartments flipped through a book to find an open room. He seemed to spot one because he grabbed a pen and kept the page there.
"We have room 78 free. Is that ok with you?" he continued once receiving a nod from Gohan, "I need a name and a possible number to reach you at incase of an emergency."
"That's all?" Gohan asked, then smiled when he realized how easy it would be. "My name's Gohan and you can reach me at 723-0972." Gohan handed over the money for the apartment to the owner, money which he had gotten for his birthday from Bulma.
The man wrote all this down as it was said, then closed the book tightly. "Well then, welcome, Gohan. I go by Johnson and me and my wife run this wonderful place you see here. Here are your keys and your room is on the third floor, you can't miss it. Er, I'd show you where it is, but it's a bit late, or would you say early?"
Gohan nodded and expressed his gratitude before taking the keys and searching for his apartment. When he got there, he was surprised at how spacious it was. He was exhausted, too much so to unpack his stuff now. So, he laid down in where his bedroom would be and pulled his jacket over himself. He fell asleep quickly and didn't get up for the next few hours.
For the next few weeks, he went to his job at Capsule Corp regularly and searched for a new job at night. At one point, he even called for the help of Bulma to cure Johnson's wife. She was a sweet lady that he became rather fond of so it was not hard at all for him to get Bulma to help out once he told her thus.
Finally, after listening in on many conversations, he over heard someone talking about a new organization. It was said this secret group of people set out to rescue those girls caught by the UPO and such companies. They called themselves Predator Victims Protection Association, or PVPA for short. Once he heard this, he could hardly hold back his excitement. He quickly wrote down the place the group of men said to find this organization and left with much enthusiasm.
The following night, he dressed himself up all in black with a hood over his head and sunglasses on his face before he left his room. Quickly, hoping not to be noticed, he rushed down the stairs and jumped into his truck. Not many cars were out this late at night so he had no problem getting to the general area of the building, but he had trouble finding the actual thing itself.
After a few minutes of searching, he came upon a small, run down factory that looked to have been used by a textile manufacturing business possibly. Thinking it would be best, he parked his truck a few blocks down and walked the rest of the way.
As soon as he entered the building, he felt the presence of seven people surround him. Their energy was nothing compared to his own, but they were all rather high for humans. Nervous, not wanting to start off on their bad side, he cautiously walked forward until he felt them move toward him. He stopped where he was and prepared himself to fight, crouching into a fighting position.
Without warning, a net was thrown in his direction, which he easily dodged, and was followed by a nimble young man. Before the man even grew close enough to land his flying kick though, another, much faster man came at him from behind. From the looks of it, they would both be on him at the same time. He sighed, then ducked down so the first man would pass over him, then brought his hand up at the same moment to block all the punches sent his way by the other.
At this point, the other five unknown fighters joined in the fight. He easily blocked and dodged every attack, but never once did he make an attack of his own. He was sure that he could talk it out with them as soon as they stopped. After a few more minutes of this, he began to worry that they weren't going to stop though. So, he made up his mind and in a speed faster than the human eye could see, he knocked each one of the fighters out and stacked them up on his shoulders.
Satisfied, he made his way down the long hall and disappeared into the darkness, still with the belief that this private business, the PVPA, could help him find and save his mother.
The air was thick with apprehension as he sat patiently at the desk. A large group of men surrounded him, too caught up in their meeting to notice their newest member had lost interest long ago. They were trying to plan how best to accomplish their latest mission at the time, but none of that concerned the young man. He wouldn't be allowed to go along anyway.
It was his third week on the job and still he had made no progress. When he first arrived through the doors, with the large group of attackers on his shoulders, everyone was too surprised and suspicious to even bother considering his offer to join the PVPA.
AN: Ok guys, I'm hoping this time it will work. Sorry for the thing before. Somehow, that stupid resume got loaded instead of the chapter I had planned out. I don't know why my computer is being stupid like this, but I'm hoping this time it will work. Anyway, sorry for the long wait, but my phoneline has been out for a long time and I've finally been able to get back online or else I would have had this up a long time ago. Oh yeah, someone asked me about my other story, Gohan and Videl My Way, and I've almost finished the next chapter. It's really hard to write with school being so hard and everything. I'll try to get that done and updated soon. And I also wanted to say sorry if this has a lot of mistakes. I haven't gone over it yet so if there's a lot, I'll try to get that fixed.Anyway, thanks for reading this chapter! I hoped you liked it and will want to see more. Tel me what you think and leave a review please! Thanks again!