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Gohan's 17 in this. Goten is 5.
Chapter 2:
Peaceful Times
He wasn't as young as he once was. That was a fact that he, and the others that ruled under him knew. He had seen many years come and go. From planet to planet, he led his people. His people worshiped him, for he gave them what they wanted. He brought them to fresh planets and watched as they sucked the energy. His people would stay behind him through anything, for he was a good leader, he was good to them.
But lately, their faithful leader had begun to let them down. It seemed that they had been to all the planets and sucked the last energy this universe had to offer. His people called out for leadership, called out for an idea. But their leader was as lost as them.
Bringing his hand to his face, he examined the pink, wrinkled skin. If they did not find a planet with worthy energy to drain, they would not last much longer. His people would abandon him as their leader, they would scatter, each searching for energy to claim for them selves. He would not let that happen. He would not let his people betray each other, he had to come through.
"Sir…" He turned his face to the voice. He smiled with pride when he saw his son looking up at him.
"Yes, Momoiro." Momorio bowed to his father, his leader. He would always remain loyal to him; it was something they both knew.
"Father, we've found a planet. It's a far journey, but we think there may be a supply of energy for us." Momoiro watched as his father smiled, bringing his hand to his sons head.
"Excellent. I knew you'd come through, my son. Now, what's this planets name? How long of a journey?" Momoiro stood straight and smiled.
"We will arrive at Earth in 7 months, Sir."
"Come on, Piccolo." Gohan sent an energy blast straight to his sensei. The Namek just barely dodged it, watching it crash to the ground, where it created a large crater. Gohan almost chuckled as he sent another blast, identical to the one he had just sent. Piccolo, who was too busy marveling at the blast that had nearly hit him, did not see the newly formed one coming towards him.
Gohan, not wanting to actually cause any pain to his older friend, faded out and appeared again in front of the Namek, who finally saw the blast that was headed towards him. Gohan easily knocked his own blast off it's path, straight into the sky where it would ride up into space.
"I'm too old for this." Piccolo muttered as he floated down to the ground. He touched his feet down and crossed his arms, waiting for his young friend to join him on the ground.
"Come on Piccolo. It's not even noon. You can't be done yet." Gohan cracked his knuckles, examining his sensei's face. "Come on." Piccolo had become his training partner recently. Gohan became bored with going at it alone, and wasn't about to run to Vegeta, whose pride would surely get in the way. So he had looked to his green friend.
"I don't think I'm much of a … challenge anymore, Gohan." Piccolo opened his eyes, sighing when he realized just how much Gohan had grown. He wasn't as tall as Piccolo, but he was slowly getting there if he kept growing like he had over the last couple of years.
"Oh well. It's lunch anyway." The teenage boy said, turning away from Piccolo. As if on cue, his stomach rumbled loudly. Gohan flushed, sending Piccolo a smirk before running down the path and into the Son household, where the young boy could smell the food that was waiting for him.
Making sure the boy was gone, Piccolo let out a deep breathe. He took a second to compose himself. That short sparing match had taken a lot out of him and it wasn't because Piccolo was any weaker. Not at all, the Namek had grown stronger over the years, but so had his half saiyan friend. Their daily training was really starting to wear Piccolo out, but he would never let Gohan in on that fact.
Once catching his breath, the Namek stood straight and followed down the path that his friend had just taken, and into the Son household.
"That was great, Mom." Gohan put down his bowl, and layed back in his chair, patting his stomach happily. He looked over to Piccolo, who had a lonely glass of water in front of him.
"You know Piccolo, I'm sure trying some wouldn't hurt. You don't know what you're missing!" Talking about the food had made Gohan crave more, so he picked his bowl up again and loaded his 6th serving into it.
"Year, Mr. Piccolo, Mom's cooking is really good." All eyes turned to the corner of the room, where a miniature Goku stood, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Goten!" Chi Chi bolted from her spot at the table and rushed to her younger son. She brought her hand up to his forehead. "You're still very hot. You should be sleeping." Goten looked around his mother and to his brother, who had food stuffed in his mouth.
"But Mom, I smelt food. I'm hungry." The boy stepped away from his Mother's grasp and took a seat at the table. Grabbing the bowl of rice in front of him, he took a second to search for a fork on the table. Seeing none, he shrugged and decided to use his hands.
Gohan smiled at his brother. If he couldn't have his father around, it was good to have his exact double. He was already a pretty good match while training, even though their Mother hardly allowed that. He almost agreed with his mother. He and Goten may want to spar once in a while, but Gohan remember when he was 5, and how all he worried about was playing. He wanted Goten to remember his childhood like Gohan's had been early on.
Once the family was done lunch, Piccolo departed, not wanting to face Gohan in another spar. Goten was rushed back into bed by Chi Chi, and Gohan was left alone to do the dishes.
Once those were done, he looked at his options. He could go for a midday fly around the country side, he could sit down with a good book, he could go outside and train until dinner, or he could lay right there on that couch and take a nice afternoon nap.
He decided that latter, and slumped onto the couch. With a sigh, he closed his eyes and found sleep in minutes. He dreamed of cakes and pies…
"GOHAN!"
"Wha!" Gohan fell to the ground, hitting his head hard on impact. He rubbed the sore spot and got to his feet. "What Mom?" His Mom was shaking her head and tapping her foot. She tried to keep up her "I'm angry don't mess with me" tone, but seeing her son there rubbing his head only reminded her more of how much her son was like his father.
"Goten's still sick. And we need some things. You're going to have to go into town." Gohan was handed a list. He blinked a few times, while unravelling the list to see just how large it was.
"Mom! There's got to be 200 things on here!" Gohan gaped at his Mother as she handed him a bundle of cash. This was more money than Gohan had ever seen. He went to ask where it had come from, but his mother had already pushed him outside the house.
"You and your brother eat so much; do you ever stop to think where it comes from?" Chi Chi asked, shaking her finger in her sons face. She had to reach up now that Gohan was so tall. "Be back before supper." With that, she closed the door, leaving Gohan kind of startled.
"And I thought I was going to have a nice nap."
Gohan found it extremely hard not to look like a 'country boy' when he was forced into the city. But he failed every time, and he got the looks that told him that it was easy to see that he had spent very little time in cities.
He knew which he preferred. He would never be able to live in a city like this one. It was too busy; there was too much going on. And with his heightened saiyan hearing, he would never be able to catch a mid after noon nap, or meditate after supper. He would most certainly not be able to train outside the house, or fly above the busy streets.
He knew right away that he wasn't going to be home before supper. The list he had been given was huge, and would probably take at least 5 different stores.
He decided to get the grocery shopping done first, because he would be less likely to feel the need to snack before he bought since he had just eaten lunch. That plan sounded good, but was shot down by a grumbling from his stomach.
"Wait, that wasn't from my stomach." Looking up, Gohan saw smoke. He blinked a few times; watching as people in the streets started crowding around a building. He followed them, pushing his way to the front of the group.
The smoke seemed to be coming from the bank. Gohan watched as two men came bursting out, one of them holding a woman under his arms. They both held guns that were directed to the crowd.
"Move it, people! No one needs to get hurt." The people around started to run off, some yelling and screaming as one of the men shoot warning shoots into the sky. Gohan remained still, stepping forward, away from the swarm of panicking people.
"Hey kid, watch it. We don't want to send you home to your mommy with holes in your belly." One of the robbers said, raising the gun and pointing it towards Gohan. Gohan took another step forward, unfazed by the mans words or the gun in his hand. He had a pretty good feeling that he wouldn't have to do any fighting here, these men didn't look capable of causing anyone pain.
"Come on kid. I'm not kidding." With another step closer, the man lowered the gun, proving Gohan right. They were just in a jam, they probably needed the money badly, they meant no physical harm to anyone.
Gohan went to make his move, which was to disarm the men and wait for some cops to come and take them away. But before he could move another step, someone came from nowhere and planted a kick right in the robber's temple.
Gohan watched as the gun accidentally fired, a bullet speeding towards him. He would have dodged it, but that would send it straight into the swarming crowd behind him. Instead, he composed himself, held up his palm and used his energy to slow the bullet. It reached mere inches from his palm before it stopped dead and fell to the ground.
With that out of the way, Gohan looked to see who had interfered. He was ready to give him a piece of his mind. Gohan had had the situation under control and there had been no need for more violence.
He was surprised to see both robbers knocked out cold on the ground. Well, even though the violence was uncalled for, whoever this guy was knew how to get it done. Gohan looked up to find the man that had done the fighting, but didn't see him anywhere. The only person other than him and the two knocked out robbers was a girl.
"You okay, kid?" The girl asked, stepping forward. Gohan blinked and looked behind him. "I was talking to you. You shouldn't have pulled that, you could have gotten hurt." What? What was this girl talking about, I had it under control.
"Uh, I'm sorry?" Gohan tried.
"No problem." The girl nodded. This girl is too much, Gohan thought. "Are you hit?" She asked, looking him up and down. Gohan became uneasy under her gaze.
"Uh, no. No I'm alright." Gohan answered. She did all the fighting? Well, I mean, a girl can fight too. But one like this? So pretty and small, what was she doing in the middle of a bank robbery?
"I was sure that gun fired right at you." She said, stepping closer and examining Gohan harder, looking for any blood. Gohan stepped back a tad. Yeah, it fired at me because YOU stepped in when you weren't needed.
"Uh, must have just missed me! Ahah, lucky me!" He said as he rubbed the back of his neck. Oh, you're such a dork he thought. He watched as the girl looked down to the ground and kicked something forward. The bullet that Gohan had stopped.
"Oh, look at that! Must have been a dead round or something." He continued with the laughing. This girl won't back down. She opened her mouth to say something else, but was interrupted by two cops running towards the two.
"Ms Satan!" A chubby man came rushing towards Gohan and the girl. "Thanks so much. My men should have had this under control! But of course, they didn't. You've pulled through for this city once again!" Gohan watched the exchange. Satan, that sounds familiar.
"No problem Chief." She said, saluting the man.
"You should be thankful boy." Gohan turned to see the chubby man was talking to him. "If Videl hadn't showed up, you'd be dead by now. You owe her a thank you." Gohan blinked and stared down at the man, who was practically waving his finger in his face.
"Forget it, kid." Videl said. I hadn't even said anything… Their attention turned to the watch on her wrist, which let out 3 sharp beeps. "Oh,school! Gotta go!" He watched her pull a capsule out of her pocket and toss it to the ground. A copter appeared in front of them. Videl hopped in and sped off into the air.
What… just happened?
Can someone help me with INDENTING? I can't seem to get the paragraphs to indent. It's annoying.
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