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AN: Minor change to the timeline – sorry.
(Satan Manor)
Hercule snarled as the doctors checked his little girl over – someone would pay for this, yes, they would, "Who hurt my little girl?"
"According to the records, one Son Gohan," his secretary, Cindy, said, checking her notes.
He stopped, frowning, "Why is that name so familiar?"
"His father is Son Goku, former WMAT champion, practitioner of the Turtle Style, and the youngest competitor in the WMAT – that's his belt you're going after in four months, sir."
He growled, "Coward can't even answer my letters for a formal meeting."
His secretary sighed, "Sir, he's dead. If he DID answer them, I'd be worried."
Hercule stopped short, "Oh, yeah, I forgot that part. So, who is this kid of his?"
Cindy clicked on the computer and brought up a file, one that made Hercule nervous, "Son Gohan, practitioner of the Turtle, Demon, Saiyan, Bandit and Ox styles, heir to the now-defunct Ox Kingdom, considered by some of the greatest martial artists as one of the most deadly young men on the planet. In short, if he decides to compete in the WMAT, he has a better chance of taking the title home than you do, sir."
Hercule snorted, "Sounds like a punk to me – where is he? I wanna scare him."
Cindy arched her eyebrow at him and tapped a few times on the computer before an address came up, "He has two addresses on file, sir, one is in the Mountain District, the other … is Capsule Corporation "
"Call them up and demand to speak with him! Tell them Hercule Satan said so!" Hercule stormed around even as he heard Cindy sigh and call someone an 'afro-haired moron' while dialing the video phone.
"Capsule Corp, this is Mrs. Briefs speaking," came out of a cute blonde on the screen.
Cindy smiled, "Yes, Mrs. Briefs, I would like to speak with Son Gohan, please."
The woman nodded, "One moment – he's in the gravity chamber." This piqued Hercule's interest – gravity chamber? Was that some kind of age-defying device? Several dozen seconds later the blonde was back on, "I'm sorry, but he'd like to know who's interrupting his sparring match with Vegeta so he can gut them – may I have the name of the person calling?"
He stormed over to the phone, "Tell him it's Hercule Satan and that he's going to die for hurting my little girl!"
The blonde nodded, "One moment please." They were put onto hold, some stylish music filtering through the speakers and then, once again, the blonde was on, "Young Gohan wants me to relay that if you have anything to say to him, you can say it at the World Martial Arts Tournament, when he takes his father's title for himself. Thank you for calling Capsule Corporation, bye!"
The screen clicked off and Hercule blinked several times, "Did she just-"
Cindy nodded, "She basically just told you your days on top are numbered, sir. Shall I arrange your retirement party now?"
He growled, "I want to meet this kid at the school, personally – make it happen, Cindy." With that, he went back to his daughter's room and sat next to her as the doctors did their best to plan out how to give her a normal nose again.
(Capsule Corporation)
"What is it, Brat?"
"That jackass Hercule is starting to annoy me, Vegeta, and it's not wise to annoy a Saiyan." He turned and looked at the elder Saiyan Prince, who was picking himself up off of the ground after a mirror-reflected energy blast had pegged him in the back of the head, a stunning blow more than anything, "What's his problem?"
Vegeta chuckled, "He's a weak human, Gohan, and he's arrogantly thinking that he is better than you – if you do indeed compete in the World Martial Arts Tournament, make sure that you prove him wrong."
"Are you going to enter?"
Vegeta was silent for a moment before he shook his head, "No, I am not – without Kakarot to defeat, the tournament would be useless." Gohan arched an eyebrow at him and Vegeta snorted, "I am not as single-minded as the Onna thinks I am, Gohan, and I have no want to battle without it being against your father – his death should have been at my hand."
Gohan nodded, "You're right – it was at mine." It had taken him some time to get over the initial anger he had felt at himself over his father's death, but that anger had been replaced by a simmering one, one that had come to be when his father had decided to stay dead, as if his death was going to protect the world somehow.
"No, it was your father's decision to stay dead, Gohan, not yours – it is his disgrace." Vegeta was now on his feet, working out a few kinks, "Now, let us continue – with this tournament, you may find a challenge."
Gohan smiled, "Yeah, maybe." Gohan powered up to just under the trigger point of Super and grinned at Vegeta, who did the same, "But then again, I may just breeze through it to get my hands on Hercule." With that said, he launched himself at Vegeta.
(Elsewhere)
"Tell me, Aunt Juu, WHY am I doing this?"
She looked over at her niece, who was now in a black, armored training gi, standing in a modified Horse stance, sweating as she did, and she nodded at the girl, "You are doing this in order to excel at your martial arts training, and do not call me 'Aunt Juu'. My name is Android Eighteen."
Erasa gave her a look, "Your name is Clair, or at least it was."
She glared at her niece, "You're right, it WAS, and for that you get another fifteen minutes of meditation in that position." She saw the glare that her niece sent at her and grinned thinly, "Would you like to make that thirty minutes?"
"Only if you want my thighs to look like a cows," Erasa sent back at her with a semi-snarl, one that she did not respond to. Erasa spent far too much time on her physical appearance, not enough time on her martial arts abilities (which she had to admit was a recent development) and too much time on boys – honestly, why would she want to concern herself with immature, testosterone-laden adolescent males was beyond her ability to process.
Of course, she had to admit that there were a few that MIGHT be worth the time and compute time …
Eighteen shook her head – no, she had other things to worry about, like teaching her niece the martial arts, or at least some aspects of it, so she would not look like a total incompetent in front of the teacher and his 'assistant', Krillen Chestnut and Gohan Son…
"AUNT JUU!" She snapped back to herself as she looked over at her niece, who had a pained look on her face, "How long has it been?"
Checking her internal clock, Eighteen winced, "Time, Erasa – go shower." Erasa limped away from the room and Eighteen sighed – she'd been off 'gathering wool' for nearly a half-hour, and it passed like seconds.
AN: Been looking at this little four page bit for nearly a month now and, I have to say, that writer's block BLOWS. Reviews, please – that might kick-start my muse.
