W: So as we've mentioned in the last chapter, Gohan will now be telling the story of his childhood. This should be interesting. Also, know that I am posting this when I should be doing my homework instead.

B: Damn right. Now enjoy.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Dragon Ball Z belongs to Toei Animation and Captain Jake and the Never Land Pirates belongs to Disney Junior.

Chapter 10: Gohan's Beginning

"Hey look, we're here. Master Roshi's house," Goku said as he rode along with his four year old son Gohan on the Flying Nimbus. Today was the day Goku would introduce his monkey tailed son to his best friends.

Inside, Bulma, Krillin and Master Roshi we're enjoying themselves when they heard a voice they had not heard in a long time.

"Hello?"

Bulma turned around, shocked as well as Krillin who was eating. They ran outside and opened the door to see their best friend.

"Goku!" Bulma cried out to the Saiyan. "Hey!" Krillin yelled happy to see his childhood friend.

"Hi!" Goku replied just as cheerful as ever. It was just now they noticed the child Goku was holding.

"Uhh, so who's the kid?" Bulma asked. "Yeah, what gives, are you babysitting him for somebody?" Krillin wondered, but what Goku was going to say next would shock them greatly.

"He's my son."

Everyone's eyes bulged out as they were struck down to the core. Goku, the clueless man, has a son?

"That's right. Crazy, huh?" Goku said as he put Gohan down. Here, Krillin and the others thought the alien would never understand something as complicated as making one, as this was coming from the man who thought that marriage was food.

"Come on, say hi," Goku told his son who then bowed politely as he greeted them. "Um, hello."

The others bowed in response as they said their own greetings. "His name is Gohan," Goku told them.

"Gohan, eh?" Master Roshi questioned as he took a step forward. "I see, so you named him after your dear old grandpa, did ya?"

"Uh huh," Goku responsed. "I have to admit, this is some surprise," Master Roshi continued. "I honestly didn't think you had it in you, Goku." Meanwhile, Gohan was looking at the turtle as he stood behind his tall father.

"He's so cute! So, how old are you?" Bulma asked as she kneeled down before the demi-Saiyan.

"I'm four, miss," Gohan replied as he shows four of his fingers to the blue haired genius. "Well, aren't you the little gentleman. Sure he's yours?" Bulma joked as she pet the little boy on his hat.

"Well, he gets that from Chi-Chi." The Ox-King's daughter was always the polite one. Even though she screamed a lot, she always meant well. To Bulma, the politeness from the child came from Goku's loving wife.

"So tell us some more about yourself, Gohan. What do you wanna be when you grow up?"

"I'm gonna be a great scholar," Gohan replied.

Bulma couldn't even form words from her mouth. The son of the strongest man on the planet was going to be a scholar, and not take after his father's legacy.

"Oh, uh, y-you don't say." The turtle then got closer to Gohan as it seemed to be interested in his tail. Scared a bit, he got back behind his dad's legs again. Bulma then noticed something behind the child's back. "A tail?"

"Uh, huh," Goku replied. "Just like I used to have, remember?"

"Oh, yeah. That's right," Krillin said as Gohan was now patting the turtles on it's soft brown head.

Bulma then stood up straight and looked down at Gohan with a strange face.

"So, uh, Goku, have you noticed anything, I don't know, strange about your boy?" Bulma asked. Goku was confused as he kept staring at the girl. "What do you mean?"

Master Roshi then jumped in as well. "For example, does he start acting different when he sees a full moon or anything?" He asked just as nervous as Goku replied calm and cool. "Sees a full moon?" He then looked up at the clear blue sky. "No, but we go to bed pretty early."

Gohan was riding on top of the turtle as the four adults watched closely. "Why'd you ask?"

Bulma and Master Roshi replied once more as they got nervous again. "Gah, never mind, it's nothing, it's nothing." The three still remember how Goku went Great Ape all those times and never remembered it, and they wanted to keep it that way.

"He sure takes after you in the looks department, Goku," Krillin complimented as Gohan ran up to the water giggling and smiling with his mouth open, with the turtle following him. "So is he strong like you too?" As a small wave came in, Gohan covered behind the turtle, not used to the water yet.

"Well, uhh, it's hard to say, it seems like it sometimes, but I can't give him any martial arts training to find out for sure. Chi-Chi won't let me." During this time, Gohan was playing Rock Paper Scissors with a crab that was on top of the turtle while the four adults talked and watched the boy. "And, go!" Gohan exclaimed as he played with the sea animal.

"Why not? Seems like a waste if you ask me," Krillin replied. "I know, but Chi-Chi won't budge. She says the world's been at peace for so long now, there's no reason to teach him how to fight. She says he's gotta focus in studying and school." As they were talking, Gohan won the game and in response, the crab blew bubbles in it's face.

"Hehehehehehehe, so, that little firecracker wife of yours turned out to be a real school mom, did she?" Master Roshi chuckled as Gohan ran to his father. "Daddy!" He yelled happily as he laughed. It was only now Bulma noticed a Dragon Ball on the top of his red hat as she kneeled down a bit.

"Wow, I can't believe I didn't notice this on Gohan's hat. Is that a Dragon Ball?" She asked Goku as he happily replied without hesitation.

"Yep. It's the Four Star Ball. It was my grandpa's most prized possession. I put it in there to remember him by." Gohan was trying to adjust his hat correctly at this moment, and he really looked cute with it. "I also found the Three Star, and Six Star Ball when I was out looking for this one. I keep them back at home."

Bulma smiled as she looked up at the sky, remembering all the adventures they had finding the Dragon Balls. Lots of things had happened. They met Master Roshi, Krillin, Piccolo, Tien and many others.

"Well that takes me back. We had some crazy times searching for those things, didn't we?" Goku chuckled at Bulma's question as he rubbed his hand on his four year old son.

"They were really nice, especially Krillin. In fact, I'm pretty sure right now, I'm taller than him," Gohan chuckled.

"So your dad had lots of adventures when he was young, right?" Izzy asked.

"Yeah, all I know is that's how he met his friends, and how he met my mother," Gohan replied.

"So, what happened after that?" Cubby asked curiously.

"Well, you remember how I told you about the Saiyans?" They nodded. "Well, for the first four years of my life, it was very peaceful, but then, later, my uncle Radtiz came along, who was my dad's older brother. He told us everything about the Saiyans, and even offered my dad a job. He declined of course. Then, he sent my dad down, and kidnapped me. He said if he wanted me back, he'd have to kill one hundred people and leave them there on the beach."

Everyone gasped at such an offer. "That's terrible! Your dad didn't really do it, did he?" Jake questioned.

Gohan shook his head. "No, of course he didn't. He would never do such a thing. If it was someone like Frieza, or Cell, then he wouldn't have a problem killing them. But he would never kill innocent people. So, Radtiz then put me in the space pod he used to get here, and trapped me. Then, my dad and Piccolo came to rescue me. At that time, I was a pretty big crybaby, I'm not going to lie. Also, Piccolo wasn't really the nicest guy back then. From what I've heard, he used to be evil, and-"

"Wait, if he was evil, why did your dad work with him?" Skully asked.

"Well, he only wanted to stop Radtiz from taking over the world because he wanted to do it himself. Halfway in the fight, I felt something in me. It felt like anger. When I couldn't take it anymore, I broke the space pod he came in, and from what Piccolo told me, I actually managed to damage my uncle. But at that time, I had no idea what I had done."

"So, you were really strong, but you just didn't know it?" Izzy asked.

"Yep. Then, all the anger I had was replaced with fear and fright. My dad kept telling to get out of here, but I was too scared to move. Then, it was all blank."

"Wait, what do you mean all blank?" Jake asked.

"I was knocked unconscious. The next thing I knew, I was in water and Piccolo was standing in front of me. He explained everything to me, and how my dad sacrificed himself."

"Wait, he's dead?" The parrot asked.

Gohan nodded. "But he came back to life, and don't worry, I'll tell you how. Where I come from, we have these things called Dragon Balls. They're like orange balls with stars on them, and if you get all seven, you can summon a big green dragon named Shenron, and it can grant you anything you want, even if it's means bringing someone who was dead back to life."

"No way!" Cubby exclaimed. "So your dad was brought back!?"

"Yep, but not right away. You see, when Piccolo took me, he said two more powerful Saiyans were going be arriving on one year, so he decided to train me. As for my dad, he was going to receive his own special training while he was dead. Let me tell you, it was not pleasant." Gohan still remembered the eventful six months he had before Piccolo had officially started training him.

(DBZ Kai Desperate Situation OST Begins)

"Survive?" Gohan asked in front of Piccolo as he was now only wearing a white shirt with his green pants, with his tail still there.

"After six months, if you've managed to stay alive, I'll teach you how to fight," Piccolo said as the wind blew across his cape. Gohan, then spoke once again, but in a scared tone.

"Y-you're leaving me? You can't! I can't stay out here all by myself, alone!" Gohan wailed as water started to appear in his eyes as he held his white shirt.

Piccolo only chuckled. "You won't be by yourself. No, you'll have plenty of hungry wild animals to keep you company."

Gohan was now more frightened than before as he was shaking up and down a bit and studdering. "You mean, like lions and tigers? But they'll eat me!" Gohan tried to argue, but it was of no avail as Piccolo then shot back sternly.

"Quiet, no more whining, it's time to start acting like a man, understand?"

"But, what do I do?"

"Whatever it takes to stay alive for six months, if you can find a way to do that, then at the end, you'll be a stronger fighter, both in body and in mind," Piccolo said as Gohan sniffled.

"Remember this, there's a great power inside you just waiting to be unlocked, but it's up to you to bring it out. Use it, believe in your ability. If you want to survive, you'll need to learn how to summon your powers whenever you need them."

"But, what if I can't?" Gohan whined. Piccolo'a only response was turning around with his back facing the monkey tailed child. Gohan then tried to plead Piccolo to get him out of this as much as he could.

"Wait, what am I supposed to eat, I don't have any food, or water, or a bath, or a bed, or anything!"

"I guess that's something you're just gonna have to figure out. I never said this would be easy. This is the path fate has chosen for you, the sooner you accept it, the better."

As Gohan sniffled, Piccolo took off and went to do some training of his own. Gohan then tried to run as fast as he possibly could to catch up to the Namekian, but it wasn't any good.

"WAIT! STOP, DON'T GO! YOU CANT'T LEAVE ME HERE! COME BACK, I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO ALL BY MYSELF!" Gohan cried as Piccolo flew further and further until he was out of sight.

(OST Ends)

"At that time, I knew I was just going to have to deal with it, and survive."

"How could he just do that?! He left you all alone?!" Jake exclaimed.

"Yeah, and that was only the beginning. I know you guys had lots of adventures, but I had witnessed things you can't even begin to fathom. Sure, I didn't expect that ice guy we saw earlier, but I don't think any of you expected to encounter someone like Cell."

Jake still remembered the monster they met a little under a while ago, which was the most evil thing they had ever encountered. Not even Lord Fathom would try to kill anything.

"I guess you guys want to hear about my six months. There really isn't much to say. Once I got used to it, it wasn't really all that hard, but when it passed, that's when the real training began."

"So, this Piccolo person came back after six months, right? What happened then?" Izzy questioned.

"That's a story for another time. I'm pretty tired, and I'm sure you guys are too," Gohan yawned. They did admit they were pretty sleepy.

"Alright, but you're telling us more tomorrow night." They then left to bed.

Meanwhile, Vegeta wasn't having the best time of his life right now.

"Woman, the brat won't eat!" Vegeta glared at the innocent-looking baby in front of him. "Hmph. But you're not innocent at all, are you, little brat?"

Trunks looked up from his high-chair tray. He stared blankly at his father. Vegeta snarled.

"Stop doing that!" he yelled. But Trunks continued to look up at him. "Eat!" Vegeta stated, "Eat! You're a Saiyan! You love to eat!"

Trunks blinked. His tiny fist that rested on the tray grasped Vegeta's right thumb. He raised the thumb to his mouth, drooling on it. Vegeta smirked. "See, you do want to eat. But don't eat my thumb," he pointed to the can of baby food, "Eat this."

Trunks continued to drool. Vegeta growled and pulled his thumb away. Trunks' chin quivered and his small arms stretched out desperately trying to get his Daddy back. He let out a whimper. Vegeta narrowed his eyes. "Don't start crying, boy. You know you're hungry. Eat," he said and spooned out red mush from the can. Trunks whimpered again. His tail, which hung down behind the chair, shivered. He began to wail.

Immediately, Bulma rushed out of her workroom. She ran over to the high chair, carefully picking Trunks up. "What did you do to him, Vegeta!?" she questioned angrily while whispering softly and soothingly to Trunks. Vegeta set the spoon down and folded his arms.

"The damn brat won't eat."

"My poor Trunksie," Bulma cooed, ignoring Vegeta, "Daddy yelled at you, didn't he?" She glared at Vegeta. "Well?"

"He's crying because I took my thumb away."

"What?" Bulma stroked Trunks' back.

"He wanted to suck my thumb, so I took it away."

Bulma giggled. "Anyway," she began, setting the now happy Trunks back into his high chair, "You said he won't eat?"

Vegeta nodded. Bulma rolled her eyes. "You're obviously not feeding him properly." She dug the spoon back into the red mush. "Here, Trunksie! Open up wide!" She inched the spoon towards him. Trunks eagerly cooperated, happily swallowing the baby food. Vegeta blushed slightly.

"Woman, I swear, I did the same thing and he still won't eat," he protested. Bulma handed the spoon to him.

"Well, then. You try." She stepped back, awaiting the results of Vegeta's parenting skills. Vegeta held the spoon up the Trunks' mouth.

"Eat."

Trunks blinked, then slowly gulped the red mush down. Vegeta stood up proudly, smirking. "Ha! So, the brat does know not to mess with me!"

Bulma laughed softly and turned, walking back to her workroom. Trunks' eyes followed her until she was no longer visible in the twisting hallway. Vegeta scooped up more baby food. "Alright, boy. Eat." He thrust the spoon at him. Trunks' mouth wouldn't budge. Vegeta dropped the spoon with disgust. "Boy!" he yelled. Annoyed. Trunks looked up at him blankly. Vegeta growled. "Fine, brat. If you want it the hard way…" He lunged at the baby in front of him, grasping the upper and lower parts of Trunks' mouth.

Vegeta began to pry Trunks' tiny lips apart. Or he tried…A few minutes later, Vegeta was Super-Saiyan. Sweat dripped off his forehead into his eyes. Trunks' face remained calm, his emotionless expression still fixed on his panting father. And his mouth had still not moved. Vegeta collapsed on the floor in utter defeat. "Damn you, Trunks!" he muttered. He had been conquered by a mere child; his own child.

Without warning, Vegeta leapt up. "But I haven't been vanquished yet!" he shouted. In the other room, Bulma had stopped working on her designs for a solar-powered stroller. Instead, she sat in her chair, her head propped up by her hand, listening to the conversation going on ion the kitchen. Every so often, she would hear her mate insist that he "was not defeated yet." But mostly it was just screams of a power struggle between two opposing forces.

But she hadn't heard a peep out of Trunks. Curious, Bulma decided to check what all the commotion was about. She strode out of the room, winding around the hallways, then nearly collapsed with laughter when she saw her mate and son.

Vegeta glowered at Bulma, who seemed to think it was hilarious to see him in this predicament. "What's so funny, Woman?" he questioned while continuing to try to open Trunks' mouth. Bulma leaned on the wall for support, but still could not speak.

The stubborn Trunks slowly turned his head, saw his mother and began to smile. Vegeta blushed and let go of Trunks. He powered down to his normal form and folded his arms. "Woman. This-this brat refuses to eat if you're not around," he explained, frowning. Bulma giggled again.

"Don't be ridiculous, Vegeta. Just relax. He'll let you feed him if you're less-less aggressive toward him," she advised and winked, "Maybe if you're silly he'll let you."

Vegeta blinked. "Silly?"

Bulma nodded. "Yeah. Playful."

Vegeta's scowl deepened. "Woman, I am a warrior. I do not act 'playful.'" He shuddered at the thought. Bulma rolled her eyes.

"Just be nicer." She turned slowly, laughing, and walked back to the world of science. Vegeta looked back at Trunks, whose smile had turned back into a blank expression. Vegeta cursed under his breath. "Be nice…" he muttered.

He picked up the spoon from the floor, rubbed the back on his shirt and set it on the tray. He lowered his head so that it was an inch away from his son's.

"You listen to me, boy. You will eat this baby food. You are a disgrace to the Saiyan race if you don't. Got it?" Vegeta ordered. Trunks blew a spit bubble. Vegeta jerked his head back disgustedly. He scooped up the red mush and held the spoon in front of Trunks. "Open your mouth. Now." Vegeta said sternly.

Trunks blew another spit bubble. Vegeta slammed his hands against the wall, shaking the house. His onyx eyes sparked with anger. "Goddamn it, Trunks! Just eat the damn food!"

For Vegeta, a miracle occurred. Trunks' blank face broke into a smile. His blue eyes shone with playfulness. And he giggled. Vegeta blinked. He eyed the food, then the laughing baby, then the food again. He lunged for the red mush, grabbed the spoon and quickly stuffed the mush down Trunks' throat. The laughing ceased abruptly. Trunks did nothing for a few moments. Vegeta smirked triumphantly and held the baby above his head.

"Ha! You could never defeat Vegeta! Never! What do you have to say about that, huh!?" Vegeta laughed. Trunks' tail twitched, then was still. His chin quivered. He threw up.

Bulma heard Vegeta calling her from the kitchen. She rolled her eyes. This was the last time he would interrupt her! "What is it, Vegeta!?" she cried. Vegeta screamed curses in another language, then replied.

"Woman, the damn brat's-regurgitated on me!"

Bulma sighed and laughed softly. "Well, Vegeta, welcome to Daddyhood!"

More impatient screaming.

Vegeta glared at Trunks, who was back in his high chair. Vegeta narrowed his eyes. "You've really done it this time, brat!" He struggled to control his actions.

Trunks' mouth curved up into a smile. And a little pink tongue protruded from it.

V: It's been a while, but I did it. So, next chapter will be better, I hope. So see y'all next chapter.