Life after deaths
By BlueNightGVZ2341
Chapter Fourteen: Unexpected Reunions don't always end well
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, or do I...
A/N: Hope you enjoy the chapter!
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Son Gohan pushed through the gigantic crowd surrounding his destination, the Satan Jet. Videl's Ki was fairly detectable since it was the strongest one within the confines of this assemblage.
The flying lesson he had given her had worked well, she learned rather quickly considering they only had about two weeks and the fact that the raven-haired beauty had never been able to use her energy before made it even more poignant.
The cheers in the group grew louder as the doors to the chopper could be heard opening, Mr. Satan was the first to appear, he had his arms thrusting above his head. Facing all directions he laughed in a triumphiant tone making the ovation grow louder.
"Who saved the world from Cell?" Everyone quickly recited back, "Mr. Satan!"
Videl who was standing right behind him muttered under her breath the truth, "Gohan."
"Who is going to kick some serious butt today in the tournament!"
"Mr. Satan!"
"Who's going to be the champion of the world?"
"MR. SATAN!"
The afro-haired fighter then leaped from the top step of the plane doing numerous front flips in the air, the crowd grew ecstatic cheering him on as he further approached the ground.
Camera flashes were blinding as every single one was probably going off at this spectacle. Then when the fraud fighter went to land he lost his footing sending him to tumble across the ground until he skidded to a stop on his behind. The beholders to this were a loss for words, they didn't know if they should laugh or be quiet.
Mr. Satan looked like a deer that was trapped in the headlights of a eighteen wheeler, embarrassed and not knowing how to follow up, the stares and the whispers, he felt his over inflated ego lose some of it's precious air.
"HAHHHHHH…" he then shouted at the top of his lungs, "I WAS JUST KIDDING YA'." Everyone erupted once again in acclamation as the 'Champ' stood up reflecting his famous peace sign (lol).
The reporters then flocked over to him asking his questions with their microphones shoved in his face.
The Demi-Saiyan squished through group once again to reach the forlorn aircraft. "I-I-I-I thought he was going to introduce me," Sharpener stated, dumbfounded as the three descended from the vehicle. "Cheer up Sharpie," Erasa teased.
"Yeah Sharpie he didn't even mention his own daughter so I wouldn't feel like you got the cold shoulder," Videl huffed as Gohan's arms wrapped around hips, kissing her jaw bone gently. "Well I thought he would do something to mention me." "Get over it Sharpener," Erasa sighed as she pulled his muscle shirt, dragging him along with their friends.
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"Hey guys, we're
back!"
All of the remaining Z-Gang turned around to see two black-haired beings in front of them. There was a male and a female, the man was well built and wore a navy shirt under an orange Gi with a navy belt, spiky black hair randomly sculpted around his head.
The female looked quite different, her hair was wrapped into a tight bun and was dressed in a sleeveless yellow dress with purple in it, with a matching purple sash tied loosely across her waist.
The group of mortals gazed in bewilderment, with exception of Goten, Trunks, Vegeta and Piccolo.
"Goku! Chi-Chi! You're back!" Krillin cheered as most of them ran over to the newly returned Sons catching them in a friendly embrace. Bulma looked at Vegeta who sported the same uneasy expression, their thoughts wrapped around their eldest son and his reaction.
The Saiyan Prince had no doubt that Gohan would be pissed, of all the anguished tales the poor boy told the warrior he wouldn't be surprised if Gohan attacked the buffoon.
Without realizing the last Pureblood Saiyan eyed his rival with a glare that had disdain dripping from it. Feeling Goku's Ki Vegeta could tell that Kakarot had done some training in Other World, although it was hardly up to par with his eldest son's. "It's great to see you all," Goku announced to his friends, "Wow, you guys look so different. Krillin I like the hair."
The short man blushed slightly running his hands through his the mane of black tuffs.
"Who are you guys?" Trunks questioned as the two chibis gazed in confusion at the newcomers. "I'm Goku," he explained, "That's my wife Chi-Chi, you must be Trunks," the big goof let a toothy grin crawl onto his face, "I remember you when you were this big."
Trunks blushed, with how he always tried to act big and tough like his dad having someone say that they recounted when he was a dribbling baby crushed his pride.
Goten giggled at his brother's expense but ceased when the strange man looked at him. Goku's expression changed, as he looked at Bulma with a look that read 'Is this him?' Bulma nodded with tears brimming on her eyelids, wiping them off quickly so they wouldn't let her mascara run.
Chi-Chi too was on the verge of breaking down. Goku looked back at his second son. The boy had to be no older than seven, his hair was short and spiky resembling in some ways how Gohan's hair looked when he a little boy (with the bowl shaped hair cut, with spikes).
He was clad in a Maroon Gi that looked like Trunks's.
"…What's your name?" Goku asked slowly looking into Goten's coal black eyes.
"M-m-my name is G-goten," the little boy explained but gasped in surprise when Goku swept him up in a jarring hug.
"My little boy," Chi-Chi sobbed as she joined the two in a loving embrace.
When they pulled back little Goten sported a very confused look on his face, "Um, who are you two?" "We're your parents Goten," Chi-Chi explained trying told hold back sobbing openly again.
The youngest Demi-Saiyan looked over at Bulma who vigilantly nodded, the little boy looked back at his parents with a sad expression, "Brother told me you died."
"Yes son, we did die, but we came back for a day to see you and everyone else," Goku beamed.
Goten still didn't say anything, he didn't have a very high opinion of these two, with how they bothered his brother so he actually had resentment towards them.
When he was a little toddler he recalled crawling into his big brother's room at night and hearing him sobbing about their parents in the dead of his sleep that made they little boy bawl too.
They seemed nice right now but they must have done something mean to Gohan in order for him to hate them so. The youngest Demi-Saiyan was always respected by his big brother because of his good judge of character, automatically Goten would base an opinion around anyone that was the likes of his brother's intuitiveness.
So right now Goten really wasn't too fond of his 'prodigal' parents.
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"God, this is like a World Fair," Gohan surmised as the four walked around the Tournament Island. "It's always been like this," Erasa giggled, "We've been going with Videl since we were kids, the only thing that's changed over the years is the size of the propaganda." Sharpener, Gohan and Videl all stared at Erasa for the use of that word.
They didn't even know that she had heard of it let alone having knowledge of the correct definition.
"What?" Shaking their heads of this they continued walking. Gohan stopped, his facial expression morphed into a look of detest and hatred. "Are you okay?" Videl inquired as her hand rested on his shoulder. "I'll be back in a minute," he replied in an emotionless tone as he shrugged his hand off walking into the crowd. "Come on!" Videl demanded to Sharpener and Erasa as they pursued the Demi-Saiyan.
"Where's Gohan going?" Erasa questioned her best friend as they squeezed through crowd trying not to lose their half-breed friend. They kept maneuvering tons of people until Videl recognized Bulma Briefs standing with Gohan's brothers. To Bulma's left she saw a man in an orange Gi, Son Goku. "Oh-no," she whispered, having an idea of what Gohan might do.
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The Demi-Saiyan walked over to his father, feeling his fist clench. He ignored the pleas to stop his conscious was giving him. Latching his hand onto his father's shoulder spinning him around and sent his fist into the Pureblooded Saiyan's face.
For minute everything felt still, the beholders to this event watched in horror as Son Goku fell to the ground by the fist of his eldest son. Gohan kept his fists clenched as he witnessed his father crash hard against the cement ground.
Vegeta was stunned at the Demi-Saiyan's actions and his face showed it, his mouth was agape as he stared in disbelief. Bulma too reeling that the half-breed warrior would do something like this, no one knew where to look at Goku on the ground or Gohan the assailant.
The Demi-Saiyan felt a wave of exoneration for his actions, the seven years that that jerk had him seethed in a pool of guilt finally evaporated, in a way.
Finally in one foul swoop he had released the anger and resentment that boiled at his surface all those years.
Goku tended to his jaw, rubbing it tenderly at the point of his son's fist. He looked up at his attacker to behold an expression of no remorse of actually pleasure.
There was a little blood that appeared by the wound but that didn't cause any of his pain.
The fact that the first thing his own flesh and blood did to him in first time in seven years he had seen him was landing a sucker punch on him and showing no regret in the action.
The boy in front of him, no the man in front of him did not look like his Gohan. No his Gohan was a kind hearted being that would not hurt anyone unless that someone had inflicted pain on someone else. The Demi-Saiyan's cold eyes bored in his victim's presence. It then occurred to the naïve Goku that this was the normal Gohan.
Maybe he did administer pain on someone, maybe he dealt pain to his eldest son, his wife, his youngest child. He, Son Goku had gotten what he deserved, he was the villain.
Gohan's glare then averted from his clown of a father's to Bulma and Vegeta. "Did you know about them coming back?" the Demi-Saiyan spat, anger dripping from every word he uttered. Bulma nodded slowly as she watched Gohan close his eyes. "We didn't tell you because we…"
"Why? Because you figured that I wouldn't react well? Do you think that this would be any different than my reaction then?" Both of the Briefs fell silent. They knew that their actions would have consequences but they didn't think that Gohan would react this way.
Gohan looked once more at his guardians and then at his 'father' and then walked away with Videl and the two blondes following him hastily.
Once they were away from the Z-Gang Videl pulled Gohan off to the side. "What the hell was that?" she demanded, slapping him across the face.
He glared at her, "You wouldn't understand." As he began to walk off she stopped him by taking his hand in hers. "I know you are mad at him for leaving you like that, but don't you think that was a little too harsh?"
He dropped her hand and looked coolly into her blue orbs, "An eye for an eye."
"I can't believe you," she screeched at him slapping him once more.
"Stay out of this," he warned.
"Gohan," she sighed, "I love you. I just want to help you, when you're in pain so am I."
He grimaced at her touch and continued to walk away. "Why won't you let me in?" she asked, hurt evident in her tone.
"Because Videl, you won't like what you see." "God damn it," she screamed, "Why do you push away everyone that cares about you?" "Maybe I know that everyone I let close to me betrays me," he spat, "How would you feel if your father left you and then your mother died, leaving you and a baby?"
Right now Videl had tears burning her eyes, "I wouldn't feel like you're so unique Gohan. I lost my parents too you know."
"Oh, yeah, having your father be the most loved man in the world is really losing him," the Demi-Saiyan spat, having sarcasm mixed in with his words.
"The day my dad stole your title is the day that I lost him. He didn't come home that night, leaving me alone in an empty house. Five months later after my dad came from a really long Martial Arts tour, dad and mom began to fight more and more, then one day they came up to my room and told me that they were getting a divorce. I desperately wanted to stay with my mom but since dad had better lawyers I had to stay with him. I never got to see my mom after that day I watched her drive away."
The half-breed warrior frowned and felt empathy towards Videl, he enveloping her into a warm, comforting embrace, feeling her warm tears soak into his black sleeveless shirt.
He stroked her hair as he kissed the top of her head. "I'm sorry Videl," he said in a muffled tone through his lips on her cranium. She sniffled as she slung her arms around his neck. Erasa and Sharpener had left them, seeing that the two probably wanted to be alone, walking away to register Sharpener in with the tournament.
The two raven-haired lovers broke apart. "I should go," Videl gulped rubbing a lone tear running down her cheek, "I think I have to find Dad to get ready for the qualifying round. I'll see you later."
He nodded solemnly watching her walk away, let his head hang freely as he rubbed the back of his neck. Gohan sensed his family's Ki, he knew that they were over by the registration booth, taking a big gulp of air he buried his hands in his track jacket pockets striding slowly back to the Z-Gang
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End of Chapter Fourteen
A/N: I know it is a short chapter and I said it would be long but the next one will go up all the way to the Drawing for the Adult Tournament. I hope you enjoyed the Father Son Reunion and sorry VFSNAKE I don't have the twenty dollars that you bet for Gohan to punch Goku. Anyway please review and no flames please. I will try harder to make the chapters more interesting because I thought the last few were definitely not my best. So please Review, you all rock my socks
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