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Chapter 1 Gohan's Understanding
A seventeen year old Gohan looked down at the inner side of his wrist for the third time that day and sighed. Tomorrow was his eighteenth birthday. It had been seven years since he defeated Cell. Seven years since his father, the real savior of earth, died. And yes, seven years since on of the only two women in his life died. His mother. She died while giving birth to his little brother, Goten. Little Goten, the spitting image of their father. The father that he would never know. And it was all his fault.
After watching his mother's body disappear into Otherworld, Gohan had taken Goten to Capsule Corp, upon the order of Bulma and Vegeta. More Bulma's order, but he had made an agreement with Vegeta. He would help the older male to ascend to the second level of super saiyan, if Vegeta would teach him all about their race. Vegeta had taken six years, but had finally reached the younger male's level. Gohan was also versed in everything about the saiyan race. He knew the customs and language like he had been raised there with the best tutors money could buy. There was nothing he didn't know about the barbarian half of himself.
In the past seven years, Gohan had only trained. Either by himself, or with Vegeta, Piccolo, or the 'Terrible Two' as Trunks and Goten were called by the Senshi, personally he never had a problem with the duo. He had given up studying human customs and facts, he had never wanted to be a scholar anyway. He hardly ever spoke Chikyuu anymore, only to Bulma. When he spoke to anyone else, it was only in saiyan. And since there weren't that many that knew saiyan, he didn't speak to many people anymore. He kept to himself mainly, dressing in a solid black gi, even let his wild hair grow down past his back. The only thing of him that wasn't black was his brown tail that grew back, which he kept snuggly around his waist at all times. Even his room in the Corp was all black, as well as all of his furnishings.
Needless to say, Gohan had gone into a deep depression. Everyone of the Z-Senshi worried and kept an eye on him. He was, after all, like a son to all of them. They all knew about Little Goten and came as often as possible to visit the Son boys and Briefs at the mansion. Whenever they would visit, he would just sit there, and hardly ever said anything, unless it was about fighting. But never about his mother and father, and no one ever said anything about them to Gohan, or even if they thought he was anywhere in the house that he could hear them speak.
Gohan looked up from his wrist when his little brothers walked into the room. Since he had been there from when the were born, all three of them had formed a bond as brothers, but the one between Little Goten and Trunks was stronger, despite the year age difference. When the boys were both quite young, Bulma and Vegeta treated Gohan and Goten like their own sons, so Trunks grew up calling them brother.
"You are late," Gohan said in a cold, dark tone, not bothering to turn around and look at them.
"Sorry brother, mother held us up."
"Yes, Bulma needed our help." Goten knew that Bulma and Vegeta weren't his parents. Bulma and the Senshi had told him all about them since he knew better then to ask his grieving brother.
"We will get started now then." Gohan turned to face the Two that were dressed for training. Damn, he thought to himself, glancing back down at his naked wrist, maybe tomorrow.
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