Chapter 6

AN: Was a little heavy in the last chapter, so maybe this one will lighten up a bit… we'll see.

(Outside of the school)

"GOHAN!" He stopped and turned to see Erasa storming out of the school after him, her blue eyes like ice and her lips set into a rather firm scowl – change the hair and the eyes and she would have reminded him of either Bulma or his mother quite well…

"Yes, Erasa?" Her eyes flared and, instinctively, he looked for a frying pan in her hands, but sighed in relief when he saw none.

"What. Was. That. In. There?" Oh, yeah, he was in trouble – rule fifteen, when a woman is angry and near a Saiyan, frying pans have a tendency to appear out of thin air. Vegeta had actually been the one that had come up with that rule, but they both adhered to it faithfully.

"Um… which part?"

Erasa stalked a touch closer and Gohan looked around for that frying pan to appear as she hissed, "The part where you told Hercule Satan that you would meet him at the WMAT to take your father's title."

He blinked, "Oh, is that all?"

BONG! Erasa smashed a frying pan over his skull with a speed and skill that rivaled his mother's and Bulma's, and said pan vanished after she pulled back and his ears rang, "IS THAT ALL? IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY ABOUT IT?" Even as he tried to clear his head, she went on ranting, "You're going up against someone three times your age, twice as tall and probably twice as heavy as you, and you're not even WORRIED about it?"

Finally shaking off the last of the ringing, he shrugged, "Been through worse, actually – you've met Piccolo, right?"

BONG! Again she hit him with the ever-elusive frying pan – when he figured out just WHERE that thing came from, he was going to…

Erasa glared at him with such an intensity that he felt her ki begin to fluctuate wildly, "Gohan, I am going to ask you this one last time and if I don't like the answer I am going to end our friendship. Do you understand that?" He nodded as the ringing in his ears stopped, (…and was that the sound of someone snickering?) "Good – what was that little display we just saw in the gym?"

Giving the lump on his head one final rub, he answered, "It was irritation, mostly, and a promise. I'd been expecting to go after the belt anyway, but Hercule just gave me a reason to make him worry."

Erasa frowned a little, "Gohan… are you sure that's what you want to do?"

He nodded, "It's not only that, it's what I have to do if I ever want to get out of my father's shadow." He hated it there, hated it with a passion, really – every time he did something, he was always compared to his father in some way, but if he did this, it'd be him, and him alone.

Erasa nodded, "Okay, then I trust you. Now, I want some other answers I distinctly remember you promising me." Gohan grinned a little and Erasa crossed her arms, tapping one foot, "Well?"

"I said I'd choose the place and time, right?" She nodded and he drew closer, "Then hold on – this might be a little… disorienting." He pulled her into a one-armed hug and put two fingers to his forehead, using a technique that he'd seen his father use and Instant Teleported to the courtyard of Kami's Lookout. He let go of Erasa, who looked a touch… green at this point, "Okay, Easa, welcome to Kami's Lookout and what do you want to know?"

She looked at him for a second before she turned almost in place and passed out.

(Later – Kami's Outlook)

She was warm, nice and toasty, actually, and the air smelled of good things – honestly, she hadn't felt this good in a while, not since… not since before her father had died. Erasa opened her eyes and saw that she was in a rather large bed in a room that could be called a cross between modern contemporary and Arabian nights, given the mix of styles that were present, but none of that really mattered as she saw that, across the room, asleep on the small couch there, was Gohan, dressed as he had been at school, "Gohan?"

One eye opened and looked at her, a grin crossing his face, "Awake, I see. Feel better?"

She nodded absently, "Where are we?"

"Kami's Lookout." She blinked and looked at him, doing her best to ask 'are you kidding', but nothing came out of her moving mouth so Gohan apparently figured it out, "Yes, this is Kami's Lookout… or should that be Dende's Lookout, seeing as he's Kami now?"

"You know Kami by his first name?" Gohan looked at Erasa after she screeched a question that he had been expecting at some point in time, but he had honestly hoped that she would not have screeched it.

He nodded at her slightly, "Yeah, I met him … three? Almost four years ago, and I think I met the previous Kami before him, who, oddly enough, was actually named Kami." He got off of the couch and walked over to where she sat and sat next to her, "So, what questions did you want to know the answers to?"

She looked at him blankly for a moment before she managed to get out, "You drop the fact you know Kami by his first name on me and expect an intelligent question?" He nodded and jerked back, expecting the disappearing frying pan which, thankfully, didn't make an appearance, but instead she reached out and grabbed him by the ear, twisting it a little.

From his position in the door, Dende was more than a little amused to see the blonde human girl grab Gohan by the ear and twist, bringing a squawk out of the demi-Saiyan as quickly as Chi-Chi could. As he turned to leave, Dende resolved that Chi-Chi would be quire pleased to learn of this…

"Ow, leggo!" Gohan tried for several seconds get out of the dreaded 'ear lock of doom' that Erasa had firmly locked in on him, but it was all for naught as she continued to twist and pinch his ear while babbling out how he could not have told her this any easier, how he was an inconsiderate sot for thinking she couldn't handle the truth and to stop squirming away, she was angry at him and would have her pound of flesh.

Finally, though, she calmed down enough to let go and sigh, "So, Gohan, anything else you want to tell me? You're an alien prince from a far off planet that was destroyed by an evil tyrant? That you have saved the world from said evil tyrant before you were in grade school? Oh, how about that it was YOU who defeated Cell?"

Gohan looked at Erasa and, for the first time, wondered if she was telepathic – sure, the first one was Vegeta, and the planet had been Namek that Freeza had been on, and he had only helped…

"Not bad." He looked over at the same time that Erasa did and saw Piccolo standing in the doorway, smirking at the both of them, "Though I have to ask, what would your mother would say if she happened to find out about this, Gohan?"

Gohan shot his sensei a glare that would have killed a normal human, but as Piccolo wasn't human, let alone normal, he shrugged it off, "How long have you been there, Piccolo?"

"A few seconds, kid. So, you starting to tell her the truth now?" Erasa looked at the tall, green teacher as he walked into the room and smirked at her friend, "ALL of the truth?"

Gohan, for his part, was still glaring at the teacher, "Only what I think she can handle right now, Piccolo."

She snapped her head to the side and made to grab his ear again… but Gohan vanished, only to reappear behind Piccolo-sensei, and this made her falter. How… "Gohan… h-how…?"

Gohan rubbed his offended ear gingerly, "Well, that's part of what I wanted to tell you, the truth behind my training and some of what I can do."