Life after deaths
By BlueNightGVZ2341
Disclaimer: I own nothing
A/N: Sorry for a long wait... enjoy and remember to R&R. Also there is an important authors note at the bottom so please read it, it is very long though
Chapter Fifteen: I go with Gohan
Vegeta slammed his Gym Locker shut, and glanced over to Gohan who just finished changing.
The Saiyan Prince could feel his student's anguish at the moment, his glare went over towards Kakarot, or Goku as his home family named him.
The saddest excuse for a Saiyan Warrior, although you couldn't expect much from a third-class fighter like him. Contrary his first descendent, Gohan, he was probably the greatest fighter ever to be born with Saiyan blood in his young veins. At the age of ten he mastered Super Saiyan and achieved the next level within the same two years.
Now when he isn't even at the traditional empowering age he reached again the third level.
Truly Son Gohan was the Legendary Super Saiyan that the prophecy had spoken of as he recalled all those years ago when he was a boy. A master fighter like that should be of a royal heritage but no. Vegeta actually wished to be Kakarot so he could have taken more of an initiative in raising young Gohan. That would be no good still.
The student would have more trained the teacher. Gohan was too pure of heart even though rage and resentment boiled underneath the surface.
The Prince's training could have molded the Demi-Saiyan to that not of the fighter he was today. The cold heartedness that Vegeta possessed would have only failed this endeavor. Over the years that Gohan had lived with he had prevented Trunks from becoming the cold hearted one that his own influence would have had on him.
The first Demi-Saiyan to be born on earth had been taught with love and kindness, mercy, not fear and hatred.
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The half-breed finished tying boots, and pulled on his two weighted wristbands as an evident weight change could be felt. "Big Brother," Goten and Trunks shouted in unison as they ran over to Gohan, "We don't want to fight in the Junior Division."
Gohan chuckled at their worries, "Well you guys want to win right?" The both nodded their heads frantically, "Well do you think that you would stand that much of a chance against me?"
Both boys frowned and began to voice their protests to that remark. Gohan smirked as ruffled their hair causing their scruple to grow louder.
They both walked away grumbling under their breath about how their big brother was so unfair. The Demi-Saiyan watched them leave and then his eyes set upon 'daddy dearest,' he was over talking to Krillin and Yamcha.
Gohan bored his eyes into the back of his father, a glare so fiery that it could melt a building. The punch he had delivered earlier was still fresh in his mind, no regret had come of it, and in fact it was a synopsis of what he really wanted to do his alleged father.
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"Kibito," a short man with a purple skin began, catching the attention of his white haired servant, "Do you sense them? It is faint but their power is detectable."
"Master, I think we should put a stop to this, they already have half of the energy, why let them complete their task? Why don't we go to Babidi right now. He can easily take care of him as it is so why wait for them to revive Buu?" Kibito implied.
"No, we need to make sure it happens under our watch, if we leave then we won't know when they are putting the rest of their plan into action," the Supreme Kai explained. "I was almost positive that when they attacked Gohan earlier than that would be the end of it, but since they're here now we'll need to be on our toes. They must know that he is only one that can supply enough power to get rid of Buu. They must think that if they get the energy from him that they will be able to eliminate Gohan in the process."
Kibito merely nodded in comprehension of this fact and walked over to the registration booth.
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Videl sat down on a bench outside of her father's training room. A stray tear perched itself on her cheek as her mind was riddled with thoughts of our favorite Demi-Saiyan.
One long sigh escaped her lips as Videl thought about their last meeting, she had explained to him how she had been through a lot with her family, but in a way it was fairly similar to his conundrum. "
Videl?" a deep voice said gently.
Looking up at the sound of her name Videl saw Sharpener, he looked sad too.
"Are you okay?" he asked as he sat down next to her. "No…I mean yes, I mean… I don't know," she whimpered as she hung her head down. "What happened?" he whispered soothingly to her.
"Gohan and I," she said between sniffles. "What did he do? Did he hurt you?"
"Depends on your definition of hurt-"
"-He didn't hit you, did he?" Sharpener interjected a surprising fierceness arising in his voice.
Shaking her head he calmed down wrapping a strong arm around her shoulder, allowing her to cry on his chest.
Kissing the top her head gently he stroked her hair, whispering words of comfort to her (1).
"Sharpener," she said finally, "You've always been a friend for me. When my mother left, you were the only person I could count on, and even when my father became world famous you still didn't stay my friend just because of that. You're a probably one of my best friends."
He smiled at her whilst wiping that abandoned tear of her soft ivory cheek, ridding from her face. "I've always thought of you that way too Videl, but every time I see you with Gohan, I-I-I get so… jealous. In the back of my mind I always wished it was me that was with you."
The raven-haired beauty tried to absorb that fact, after pausing for a minute Sharpener looked ready to leave; Videl suddenly on impulse leaned up towards her blonde haired friend and brushed her lips against his own.
They stayed stuck in the kiss he had yearned for all these years but when she pulled back he saw her smile. He knew that they would never be together as he hoped.
I was more of a pity kiss in a way, "Gohan doesn't know how lucky he is to have you in his life," he whispered before getting up.
A small smile of zest creased young Videl's lips as Sharpener walked off, she felt bad that she couldn't return the feelings he had for her, but knowing that he was alright with it made it somewhat easier for Videl to digest.
Watching him walk away, she let a lone finger touch her lips where the blonde's had just been.
The kiss was nothing compared to that of the Demi-Saiyans but still it felt like something that she had to do.
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Hundreds of fighters gathered around for the WMAT preliminaries.
The Z-Fighters all assembled together in the side of the commotion, it was relatively silent among the eight of them due to the little confrontation earlier.
The Demi-Saiyan leaned against the brick wall lazily watching two men trying to resemble what combat might actually look like; they failed miserably. He continued to observe the scene in a derisive fashion, a smirk of pleasure plastered to his face, this was like examining two blind mice trying to make their way through a maze.
Both having a goal but lacking the right tools.
One of the men just landed an uppercut square in the jaw of the other.
"Taking notes?" Vegeta inquired in a sarcastic tone.
"Funny. But I think that you're more so the one that needs instruction, Vegeta," the Demi-Saiyan coldly shot back.
"Watch it brat, while you've been training with that mate of yours, I've been doing serious sessions in the GR. So I wouldn't be surprised if I wiped the floor with you and Kakarot," Vegeta warned.
Gohan outwardly grimaced at the sound of his 'father's' name.
"Please Vegeta, save me the honor."
The Saiyan Prince scoffed at Gohan's comment, feeling a ting of pride for the boy, showing some of his Saiyan blood. It was then that Goku approached the two, "Hey Gohan…"
Before the earth raised Saiyan could get any further his son walked off, making sure to bump into his father in the process. Hanging his head Goku looked at Vegeta only to be met with a glare of pure hatred.
"Look Vegeta, I know we've had our differences," the Prince snorted at that statement, "But this is the only day I'll get to see my son for a long time. I just want to talk to him without him punching me again. How would you feel if you came back for a day and Trunks would ignore you and hit you."
Vegeta took a step closer to his rival grabbing the navy shirt under his orange Gi so they were eye level (2), "Listen closely Kakarot. There is a tad difference in your example; I would never abandon Bulma or Trunks, no matter how much they can aggravate me sometimes. I love them too much. However with you, you don't have a problem leaving everyone behind just because of a new threat might come. In my book that's running away, a cowardly action, which is forbidden for anyone with a drop of Saiyan blood in his or her veins. Your mate died because you left her. Whenever there is a rift in Saiyan bond, meaning if one dies, the other must die too, life is too hard without the other."
Shoving Goku back Vegeta looked dead on into his eyes, "Leaving your two sons with me. The night that Gohan came to our door with that harpy's body in his arms is when his hatred towards you began to grow. So if you're wondering why he hit you Kakarot, think back to when your woman first came to otherworld. That's why."
Goku stood there not sure whether to move or not, Vegeta's words hit home just like Gohan's punch did. Absorbing that information left an unsettling feeling in the earth raised Saiyan's stomach.
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"Bye Gohan," Goten chirped as he hugged his brother and then turned towards Vegeta, "Bye Daddy!" Goku inwardly winced at that, hearing his own child call his rival, the man that hated his guts, 'Daddy.' Trunks also hugged the two warriors as they walked off with the man who was gathering all the children and teens for the junior division.
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"May I have everyone's attention please?" the chubby black haired announcer bellowed as the rowdy crowd silenced, "Thank you all for taking part in the 25th tri-annual World Martial Arts Tournament (3). For those who have taken part in this event before know that the procedure is no mystery."
He paused adjusting his black glasses, gazing across the crowd of the anxious contestants before him.
"There normally are fifteen open spots for the adult division but this year we've changed a few things. Mr. Satan has suggested having a tournament within his own city consisting of all the fighters from the High School and colleges, along with his own Dojos. The winner of this mini tournament is guaranteed a spot in the big leagues."
The crowd began to cheer their champ's name as the door by the entrance opened with fog dancing across the ground. A figure emerged from the cloud with his fingers extended in the victory sign.
The afro-haired fighter strutted over to the punching machine.
"So Mr. Satan, if you don't mind please punch the reader to give us a good score to go by," the commentator instructed.
Smirking in a cocky fashion the 'Champ' strutted over to punching machine, capturing the attention of every person in the area, even the Z-Fighters.
Just when he looked ready to punch, Hercule spun on his heel to face the crowd.
"I bet you'll want a picture of this!" he howled as everyone eagerly watched him.
After hearing that, all the spectators with cameras raised them up.
The flashes were blinding when the mass accumulation of them went off. The former Namekian guardian frowned on this publicity, squinting his eyes Piccolo concentrated his energy on the annoying devices.
Then with a blink of an eye every single camera on the entire Tournament Island exploded.
A befuddled egotistical martial artist pouted and mumbled meekly, "That would've made a great poster." While all the people complained about their cameras being destroyed, Hercule, no-subtly, cleared his throat. "You all might not wanna miss this!"
As is on queue the bystanders refocused their attention on their beloved camp. Winding up his arm, Mr. Satan thrust it forward. It struck the strength reader with a loud WHACK as the numbers flickered before setting on an appropriate score.
"137! Incredible, again Mr. Satan has set the bar high with an spectacular 137 score (4)," the announcer gushed as he adjusted his thick black framed glasses.
"YEEEAAAAHHHHH…" Hercule bellowed as he shot his arms up in the air. The crowd burst again in praise as the 'Champ,' and Sharpener walked off back to the Champion's quarters. Videl too followed her father and her friend as they left the gathering of fighters.
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Following her intently, Gohan took off after her, wanting to mend their earlier strife.
The crowd flowed around the exit that the three were taking forcing the half-breed to rely on his Ki sensing abilities. Pinpointing her exact location Gohan followed it quickly trying to catch up with his mate.
The closing of a door was another red flag that signaled occupants in that certain room. The Demi-Saiyan pressed his ear against the door listening intently with his Saiyan hearing to the conversation-taking place.
Instantly the femininely high voice that belonged to Videl began to converse with the unknown other. Gohan knew that Sharpener and her father had accompanied the raven-haired beauty into this secluded and private corridor, prohibited by any of the commoners.
But he couldn't remember where he felt the other Ki before, it was surprisingly strong, familiar and evil like, it felt suppressed but by an amateur who had not been very keen in knowing its evident faults.
Scanning the area Gohan tried to locate the emitter of the power but he was taken aback by bumping into a large man. The half-breed looked up at the rather towering man, however he was definitely not lanky by any means.
This man was portly and barbaric looking; his face was molded into a stern scowl and grimace.
His eyes were cold and vacant as they bored into the Demi-Saiyan for his clumsy action.
The brute's irate expression became more impatient by the second as he began to growl at Gohan. Chuckling he put his hand behind his head rubbing it somewhat, "Sorry there big guy."
While continuing to laugh off the situation Gohan tried to read the man's Ki, it was him!
He still didn't know where he remembered this Ki but it was power he felt a few minutes ago.
The Demi-Saiyan's face darkened as he glared at the guy. The portly man then sidestepped Gohan and walked down the hall without giving him a second look. Gohan continued to follow the being down the hall before he repositioned his ear to the door only to have a sharp pain course through his body.
"Ow," his muffled voice whined from the dampening of the hardwood floor.
It didn't occur to our hero at the time but the door to that room had opened revealing a guy and Videl gaping at the sight of their friend spying on them. "Gohan?" Videl inquired as he lifted up his head lazily.
Looking over to her company Gohan's eyes locked with Sharpeners. A glare of disdain met with Gohan's gaze as the blonde-haired jock continued to bore his eyes into the Demi-Saiyan. Standing erect once more the half-breed stood eye level with Sharpener with Videl a head shorter than both of them.
"What are you doing here Gohan?" Videl snapped crossing her arms, backing away a little from him.
A little taken aback by her standoffishness he mustered his retort, "I could ask him the same thing."
Hearing himself mentioned Sharpener took a step forward, "Look Gohan, back off. I know how you hurt Videl, I think that you should get out of here before I make you."
A snort of doubt could be heard from Gohan, "This doesn't concern you Sharpener."
"If it involves Videl, I'm involved."
Sighing Videl looked over to her overprotective friend, "Sharpener, please give us a moment alone." Complying to her request Sharpener began to leave. However before he did he purposely shoved into Gohan only to feel the recoil of the action.
As soon as the jock left the couple Gohan's heated look met his mate's.
"What was he doing here?" he demanded in a controlled tone.
"He, unlike you Gohan, is allowed back here. But what does it matter to you, we're friends, Gohan, if you didn't already know."
A groan of aggravation creased the Demi-Saiyan's lips, "All the time I've known the two of you, both of you hated each other. Yelling at each other and jibing each other. Now after we have one little fight I see you two coming out of a room together? What the hell is that?"
Looking utterly disgusted the raven-haired crime fighter shoved Gohan causing him to hit the wall, "Do you think I would cheat on you with Sharpener? We are friends Gohan, just friends."
Snorting at that remark Gohan turned around, "Like hell you are. If I recall you and I were 'just' friends before we slept together."
"That's a tad different Gohan," she shot back, "I had feelings for you and you returned them. It wasn't one sided like Sharpener and I."
After saying that Videl immediately regretted it, she let it slip that Sharpener had feelings for her. The half-breed absorbed that fact as well,
"WHAT! Oh this is just great Videl, he has feelings for you."
"What you think that I'd leave you for him, we both are in a relationship. Sharpener even told me he knows that we could never be together."
Gohan's grew red and before he was about to say something Videl continued her point, "This a little bit of a Déjà vu only we've switched the roles. Now I'm trying to convince you our relationship is stable and we have nothing to worry about-"
She stopped when Gohan raised his hand, both of them were panting. They looked at each other's faces reading the emotions strung across them like a book. Gohan took a step closer to Videl.
His hand reached up to her face and he caressed the ivory skin that lined it.
Leaning her lips closer to his own, Videl closed her eyes.
SMASH!
Jumping back Gohan and Videl ran to see what happened.
Through the huge window both of them watched in bewilderment as did the rest of the crowd to one ebony haired man, he was short but right now was standing tall.
"Dammit Vegeta!" Gohan cursed from inside the building.
Videl too looked speechless, "Was that V-v-v-vegeta who pulverized that machine?"
"Uh-huh," Gohan replied. Feeling the Saiyan Princes Ki rise the Demi-Saiyan thought he should interfere.
"Vegeta," he barked restraining the proud prince.
"Release me brat," the eldest Saiyan ordered his rival's son.
"Um sir," the chubby black-haired man weakly began pushing his thick rimmed glasses back into place, "D-do-don't w-worry y-you've qualified."
Smirking Vegeta broke the resistant that Gohan had on him, "Very well."
Walking away Vegeta received many gawking stares at his feat to destroy an innocent punching machine.
All of the Z-Fighters including Goku watched in utter disbelief. "W-w-well that's Vegeta for you guys," Krillin meekly chuckled.
Android 18 along with Piccolo both showed no emotion or care that the cocky Prince revealed his strength to the world.
The Namekian didn't want his friends to be discovered, that's why he blew up the cameras but still it wasn't necessary to pull a stunt like that.
The rest of the Z-Gang followed Vegeta, seeing that they already passed the qualifying rounds to watch the junior division.
By now Videl had rejoined Gohan. Breaking the silence Videl spoke up, "Have you already qualified?" Gohan simply shook his head, "Not yet." Smiling weakly she mustered another sentence, "Should we go in line then?" "After you." The Demi-Saiyan extended his hand outward towards Videl, bowing slightly before her. Rolling her eyes Videl stepped forward and walked past her mate and sarcastically replied, "What a gentleman."
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It was quite crowded in the room that Goten and Trunks were sent to before the Junior Division began. The two boys, who were very young, compared to the other participants, found a secluded corner where they were conversing.
"So those were your real parents, huh?" Goten grimaced, "I guess so."
"Why do you think that Gohan hates your dad so much?" Trunks persisted as he leaned against the cement block wall.
"I think it's because he left us, and then mommy died after I was born," Goten guessed.
There was an unbroken silence building for a few seconds before the purple-haired boy started once more to speak, "Do you think that after the tournament is over, you and Gohan will move back with your parents?"
Goten thought about that, he knew that Gohan was way too reluctant to ever live with them again, but what about him? He barely knew these two strangers but then he remembered.
"They're both dead Trunks."
"So," the young Prince replied instantly, "My dad has been revived with the Dragonballs so maybe then your parents will be too."
"Maybe."
Inwardly the young clone of Goku hoped they wouldn't.
It would tear his family apart, he couldn't choose between the three families he was offered.
There were Trunks, Bulma and Vegeta, they had raised him, taken care of him and a lot of other stuff. Trunks was his best friend and he had grown accustom to living with him.
Next were his biological parents. The two that he should live with, the ones that gave him life and it wouldn't be right to turn them away.
Lastly and probably the most influential in his life, Gohan.
His big brother, his hero, his confident, the shoulder he would cry on.
They were probably best friends too, they talked to each other about everything, except lately.
"Goten? Goten?"
Coming out of his trance the youngest Demi-Saiyan looked to Trunks.
"Sorry. What were you asking?"
"I was asking who are you going to live with if your parents come back to life?" the Purple-haired prince repeated.
Making his decision, "I go with Gohan."
Little did the two Demi-Saiyans know, three older boys were watching them.
"Which one are you fighting first Idaasa?" the shortest of the three asked. The blonde-haired fifteen-year-old smirked, "It's that black haired kid over there (5)."
The two others snickered, "He doesn't stand a chance against you."
"Let's give him a scare," the teen in the orange Gi suggested.
Idaasa sneered, "Sounds good."
The three walked over to the little boys who didn't even acknowledge them until they stood before them.
"Hey shrimp ready to fight with a real fighter?" Idaasa asked cracking his knuckles in the process.
"Sure," Goten chirped as he began to look around, "Where is he?"
The fifteen-year-old felt his face grow red, "It's me you little twirp!"
Confused, Goten looked back to the teen in front of him, "Oh."
"Well you probably are used to fighting little babies anyway," Idaasa's friend snapped.
The trio broke out into laughter. "Actually I fight with my big brother and Trunks here." "Well I bet I could pulverize those two, along with you, loser." Examining his opponent Goten looked back up to him, "I don't think so." Clenching his teeth, "I'm now actually looking forward to our fight runt," Idaasa explained as he began to hop back and forth on both legs.
Brining his hands up to his chest the older boy sent his fist forward, making it stop in front of Goten's face, causing the gravity defying hair on his head to sway. Taken aback Idaasa and his friends gaped at how he didn't cringe.
"Don't you flinch?" As the teen drew back his fist Gotne stared at it, "Oh, were you trying to punch me?"
Idaasa got red to his roots, "OF COURSE I WAS TRYING TO PUNCH YOU, YOU LITTLE… YOU LITTLE!"
The two brown-haired boys friends with Idaasa tried to restrain him, "We'll get you kid."
Looking over to Trunks the youngest son of Goku had a perplexed look on his face, "What happened." The son of Bulma only laughed with his hand muffling the sound as for thinking about what just happened.
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The Z-Gang made their way up to the top of the arena.
"I'm can't wait to see the Junior Divison," Krillin exclaimed only to get a low response to that statement.
Goku looked over to his rival to see him leaning against the wall looking in the other direction. The blonde haired announcer that was always at all the other tournaments came out to the center of the ring.
"Welcome all you crazy fighting fans!" The crowd cheered as the announcer continued talking, "If Mr. Satan and Sharpener could both come out here we have a special treat for all of you."
The two joined him in the ring as everyone intently waited. "ZTV has made a special treat for all of you. Seven years ago a terrible creature came into the world, I expect most of you remember, Cell. Well the video that was taken that day was very short but thanks to the wonderful people at ZTV, it has been reenacted to let us all know what really happened!"
A huge blimp then became visible over the massive fight stadium as the screen on both sides began to play.
"Oh great this outta be good," Krillin smirked as the film began.
End of Chapter Fifteen
A/N:
(1) I know how Sharpener is OOC from the way he is in the series but I thought I'd add sort of a brother sister kind of relationship, excluding the kiss (He is still with Erasa though and had some feelings for Videl). Don't worry, no more of that romance, if you could even call it that. So never fear this is still an unquestionable Gohan and Videl romance fic. In a way it's like in Phantom of Opera, how Christine kisses the Phantom even though she doesn't love him. So don't yell at me for that or anything, I just wanted someone to comfort her that was a guy.
(2) I love Vegeta's shortness, lol!
(3) I'm not sure if it is or not. In the series there was a ten-year gap between the 25th and the 28th so it's a rough estimation.
(4) I don't remember if that is the score Hercule gets
(5) I switched it I know but I thought I'd have little Goten face off against the bigger kid, I don't know why I thought it'd be somewhat more interesting.
Anyway time for the real A/N. Sorry for the long wait, I had sort of writers block. Also I've been busy with school and I went on vacation during Break. So please forgive me, but I hope that this chapter was good. Please Review and give me a few ideas I kind of want to have a few alternative approaches to my story in case my other ideas aren't going to work. Also please keep an eye out for the Miss Satan update, I know I said it was going to be after I finished this but I rewrote the first chapter, in my opinion it is a lot better. It should be done in a few days or so but just look out for it, along with the second chapter. Phew, long authors note. Hopefully I will reach that 200th Reviewer mark… that would so make my day!
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