Half-Breed

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Chapter 1 – Many Years After

Gohan moaned. Another day, more bruises. And today wasn't his day to train either. Being a hybrid on Vegeta-sei was not something anyone wanted to be. Half human, half saiyan, a hybrid couldn't fit in amongst any groups.

Saiyans and humans rarely mixed blood. Saiyans preferred to stay within their own races, the superior ones who ruled the planet; though they left the humans to do their own business, and rarely bothered their daily routine. Sure, humans were like slaves to the Saiyans, but they normally didn't treat them so.

Humans favored too stay with other humans; they never had to worry about the strength of their mate, nor if their mate were to come back from a mission. Humans did the work Saiyans would not; they cooked, did laundry, and other things that required little to no training. Saiyans and humans were complete opposites, and therefore not supposed to mix.

Yet some Saiyans and humans bypassed this unwritten law, and mingled together. Of course, even if they did mix blood, they were not shunned by society. Humans went along with their human business, while Saiyans went along with theirs.

The only race shunned by society was the result of the mixture of blood. Humans feared the hybrid, being to half saiyan, the humans had no idea what to expect of them. The Saiyans, on the contrary, figured the hybrid feeble and weak like a human.

And this is exactly how Gohan was treated. Shunned by both societies, he had few friends, and most were those of his parents. He sighed heavily, shifting the weight of the bag in his arms. He hurried along the crowded streets, being careful not to bump into anyone.

The top contents of his bag split onto the street, as he tripped over a piece of garbage someone had just tossed onto the street. Earth or Vegeta-sei, people would always litter.

He mumbled to himself while bending down to set the bag down next to him, and then started chasing some of the rolling contents he'd lost. Grabbing a can before someone stepped on it; Gohan hurried back over to his bag, placed the can gently on top, and then put the bag by the wall where he was sure no one would harm it.

Turning a corner sharply to a rolling orange, the hybrid accidentally did bump into someone. He looked up at the person, and grinned, "Excuse me." He stated, and then quickly grabbed his orange.

"Hey filth blood! Watch where you're going!" The person growled at him, grabbing the front of Gohan's shirt, and raising him off the ground. His tail zipped back and forth angrily as he brought Gohan's face mere inches away from his own.

Gohan just grinned again, 'Oh great,' He thought to himself, wrapping his own tail around his waist. He didn't have the time, nor did he want to mess with anyone right now.

"I did say excuse me," Gohan reminded him, taking a hold of the man's wrists. Tapping into his saiyan side's strength, Gohan squeezed his wrists. The man jerked backwards, letting go of Gohan's shirt. Gohan slumped to the ground, though he did hold his head up to see how the man was reacting.

The man had his hands down by his side, his face showing no emotion. He sent a quick glare to Gohan, "You just wait Filth Blood, you'll get you deserve soon enough!" And with that said, the man stormed off, cursing Gohan about his wrists underneath his breath.

He sighed, and picked up the rest of his scattered items, placed them in the bag, and headed home. He didn't feel like messing with anyone else today. Avoiding the people on the crowded streets was hard, but Gohan managed to make it home without any more mishaps.

Setting the bag down on the couch, he looked around. Blinking, all he heard was silence in his house. And with his mother and father living in the same house, let alone sleeping in the same room, silence normally didn't happen.

"Mom, I'm home!" He called out. He looked around again, and then smiled when his nose caught a smell he knew well. His mothers cooking.

Chi-Chi smiled, and poked her head out from the kitchen. "I'm in here sweetie! I'm making dinner; could you bring in what you bought this afternoon?" Her head disappeared back into the kitchen.

Gohan picked up the bag, and brought it into the kitchen. He set it down on their small table, and went over to his mother's side. Poking his finger in the pot of food, he licked the food off. He licked his lips, and stuck his finger into the pot once more.

Chi-Chi smacked his hand away with a wooden spoon, "Drool as much as you like Gohan, but don't stick your finger in the pot." She then walked over to the bag, and dug to the bottom. Picking up a bottle of spices, she proceeded back over to the pot of food. She popped open the top, and sprinkled a little bit on top, then mixed it into the food.

"So, how was your day?" She asked, her eyes fixed on stirring, and adding ingredients to the food.

"Oh the usual." He answered, keeping his tone with his usual hint of happiness. What his mother didn't know about his day couldn't hurt her. As long as she didn't know how he was treated, then she didn't have to worry. Gohan always hated to worry his mother.

"That's good." She put the lid on the pot, and let it sit there for a moment, "Could you go call your father for dinner?"

And without answering her out loud, Gohan went to find his dad for dinner. Of course, if he didn't find him, that just meant more dinner for him. Of course, his father being the saiyan he is, was in the kitchen, ready to eat dinner when he returned. Gohan sat in his usual sit, and began eating his dinner.

This was just another typical day for the hybrid saiyan.

Thanks for the reviews I don't particularly like this chapter, but it kind of shows the day Gohan went through. The good chapters will be coming soon. Enjoy until then!