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Life after deaths
By BlueNightGVZ2341
Chapter Sixteen: Battle of the Demi-Saiyans
Bulma Briefs twirled a strand of her aqua blue hair within her slender fingers. The tournament so far was more boring than watching paint dry and the remainder of it wasn't promising to be any better. Fighting or watching fighting always seemed barbaric to her. There was no point, settling ones differences could be solved in a much more civil manner than the brutish ways of violence.
Even though her opinion of combat was not high it was the one mutual thread that bound her husband, her sons and her old friends to have something in common. That fact was legitimate as she exchanged glances with her old friends. Yamcha, the once bandit, Master Roshi a.k.a. Jackie Chung former World Champion and also the Ox King, all were once fighters in their younger days, had accompanied her to the tournament island to watch the younger generation have their turn.
Her best friend also fell into that category of a fighter from her time in the ring with her husband when she first met him. Looking over to the now middle aged woman she saw her face etched with worry and distress. She was leaning forward in her seat; her head resting lazily on palm while the tournament began.
"Are you okay Chi?" Bulma questioned, she could already tell when her best friend was depressed and at a time like this she didn't even need that sixth sense.
A half-hearted sigh came with Chi-Chi's answer, "No, not really. I haven't seen my boys in seven years and… well you remember what happened." Nodding in understanding Bulma rested a comforting hand on her friend's back. "Goten's just a little confused, it's so much for him to take in all at once. He'll warm up to you eventually…"
"…and Gohan?" Chi-Chi inquired, wondering if their relationship could ever be mended.
This time it was Bulma's turn to sigh, "To be frank Chi-Chi, I don't know. Gohan was really depressed for a many years with you and Goku dying like that. He would mope around and only came out of his room to train. It was only a few years that became civil once more. He's doing much better now with Vi…"
She digressed, the blue-haired millionaire didn't know if it was appropriate for her to discuss Gohan's affairs of the heart with a woman he didn't even think of as his mother anymore.
During the past few hours Bulma had already strained her relationship with the Demi-Saiyan enough as it was, this definitely would help her chance of falling back into his good graces anytime soon. "…vi-ng being at High School."
Chi-Chi's ears perked up at that, "He's what?" "Um… I enrolled him in Orange Star High School a few months ago; he's doing well but-" Bulma was cut short.
"Oh," Goku's mate squealed, "That's wonderful, he will socialize with people his own age, he'll go off to a great college, then he will graduate with his Ph.D. and then he will be one of the most successful scholars in the world!"
Bulma continued to listen to her dead friend's ranting.
Hating to disappoint her Bulma had already pulled Gohan out of school. The Principal had called a few days before the tournament warning the blue-haired scientist that 'Mr. Son' was too remiss, accompanied with his late enrollment he was eons behind the rest of the class. The man then informed her of her choices, she could give them permission to hold Gohan back a year or the Demi-Saiyan could retake the semester in summer school.
Their conversation a few weeks ago was still fresh in her mind, she knew that either option would push the half-breed over the edge if either was chosen so he was pulled out.
Happy to see Chi-Chi acting more like her old self, Bulma decided to leave her be as she turned to talk to Yamcha.
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A steady tapping noise could be faintly heard over the clamoring of the hundreds still 'patiently' standing in line. The sound was coming from a boot that belonged to one of the only females in crowd.
"How much longer is this going to take," the male behind her lamented. Smirking at the teen's impatient nature. "Jeez, what a whiner you are Son Gohan," Videl pointed out with the smuggest of tones, "It was Vegeta who caused this delay so don't burden us with your woes."
"I'm deeply sorry and I offer you my most sincerest apologies," he mockingly replied, embellishing every word with a cocky grin splattered on his lips. Swatting him with her hand she scowled a returned to facing the front. "Jeez Videl," the teen Demi sneered, "What a grouch you are."
A low growl emitted from Videl to show her indifference to him at the moment, Gohan snickered. He loved teasing her; it was one of the highpoints in their relationship. Gohan knew exactly how to push her buttons and didn't sporting the ability.
vVv
Back up in the stands the other part of the Z-Fighters observed from their sky-high perch. The audience around them had left long ago because of the abnormal behavior of the fighters. Krillin looked around at his friends.
"Come on guys, smile a little, I mean you're acting as if someone had died-" clutching his mouth in embarrassment he saw the all the cold glares of his companions all silently scolding him for his choice of words.
"Sorry," he meekly squeaked, his hands still both covering his mouth. Goku frowned and returned to his lonesome gaze to the ring. He had been doing more thinking than he had done almost ever.
All through those seven years he never thought anything was wrong, and now in less than two hours he had all the repercussions hit him square in the face. He knew that Chi-Chi had died because he left and he thought that she would be happier being with him.
He remembered the day that she came to other world like it was yesterday.
Flashback"Greeting Goku," the mighty King bellowed as the two appeared before him.
"Hey King Yemma," the Saiyan greeted eager to hear about the urgency of his summoning.
"Well Goku, I don't know if I should tell you to be excited or not, it is a little bit of good news and bad news in what-"
"WHERE IS HE! I HEARD HIM I KNOW HE'S HERE!" a shrill female voice squawked.
"Chi-Chi?" the earth raised Saiyan wondered, the sound was as loud as Chi-Chi but she couldn't have died could she. It hadn't been that long had it?
"Calm yourself," Yemma demanded as the guards struggled to restrain the now visible woman.
"Chi-Chi!"
"Goku!"
Chi-Chi ran towards Goku fresh tears on her ivory cheeks glistened in the light as she buried her head in his solid chest. "What happened?" he asked her, his words getting lost in her ebony hair as he pressed his lips against the top of her head. Not lifting her face from the comfort of his torso she began with a weak sob, "I died because I overdosed on a certain medication, and my body collapsed."
Upon hearing her words the Saiyan backed away from his wife eyeing her with a stare of concern and scrutiny, his following words were wrapped in disappointment and pity, "What medication?"
Another dry whimper came from Chi-Chi as she evaded his gaze, the next part of her explanation wouldn't be pretty, the bluntness of her expiration would be so hurtful to her beloved husband it is incomparable to any other form of torture.
Goku still grasped Chi-Chi by her arms could feel her uneasiness; he feared the worst but rationally listened to what she had to tell him.
"The m-medication was for depression. A-a-after y-you died Goku. I-I-I couldn't go on, the only thing that kept me alive during th-those nine months was the little being inside me."
A moment of silence filled the air as everyone in the Check-In station awaited the reaction of Son Goku.
Many of the blue assistants to the King abandoned their posts to listen or see what the response from the Earth-raised Saiyan would.
His labored breaths reminded her of the sounds she made a few hours ago while giving birth to her second son. Tear lined the brims of his eyes as reality of his premeditated decision all those months ago could be felt within his heart. "Y-y-you were p-p-pregn-" He was silenced with a hasty nod from his spouse, "I died a few hours after I gave birth to him. I think my body collapsed from the delivery exhaustion along with the overdose."
Enveloping herself back in his arms she began to sob even more into already his damp Gi.
Only this time, he cried too.
End of Flashback
The seven years they had spent in Other World was more so of a bonding time for them. Even though they loved one another immensely the six years of constant training, battles and galactic travel had made the couple drift apart somewhat.
"Look here come Goten and Trunks," Piccolo announced in his normal monotone voice interrupted Goku's reminiscing.All the other fighters glanced down to the white stone ring, circumference of thousands of cheering fans.
Their chorus grew louder as the blonde haired announcer ran out to the center of the arena; the black microphone brought up to his mouth.
The Junior Participants scurried to the ring accompanied by the Tournament Helpers that were clad in an orange frock. Idaasa glared at the Demi-Saiyans after their earlier engagement, he had pride in his abilities and he knew that the fight would be over quickly, sadly he didn't know that the victor of the match was just the opposite of his contemplation.
vVv
"Folks we have a little bit trouble locating another machine. I am very sorry to say that this will take a little while longer." Another chorus of groans and yells of protest echoed through the Preliminary Arena. Back with Gohan and Videl, contrary to the overzealous crowd, silence once again seized the two teens.
Videl looked over to her mate; she wished that they both could get over their pride and admit their faults. They both however were too stubborn to relinquish their grudge against one another. This all started because of Gohan loosing his temper with his father. If he didn't punch Goku then they wouldn't have argued.
Then if they didn't argue then Gohan wouldn't have come in a jealous rage to spy on her and Sharpener. This whole episode wouldn't have occurred if… Well it wasn't her place. The Demi-teen had made that bluntly clear in their mild spat.
She looked over to his stern form; a brutish surrogate had replaced his customary smile and easygoing aura. His gaze met hers and for a split second he tipped his hand and she saw the suffering that was going on behind his beautiful onyx orbs.
He returned his eyes then to their previous unadorned target.
"Gohan," she spoke, her voice trying to be friendly enough for him to reply, "Are you okay?" The half-breed lowered his head in a bit of a solemn fashion before returning his glance to her own.
"No."
"Why don't you tell me what's bothering you," she suggested, approaching him somewhat to show her sincerity in her concern.
"Everything…" he vaguely began, "My parents are back. I know that they will be coming back for good this time. It always is like this. Now I don't know if the life I've grown accustomed to these last seven years is going to be thrown away. Bulma and Vegeta… they are like my parents now. They nurtured me and comforted me, Vegeta the best he could. I felt their love warm me when the coldness of the world chilled my heart. I could never live with my real parents again… even if our blood connects us."
Videl empathetically placed her hand on his broad shoulder, stroking it softly trying to brush off his concerns that layered him right now. "Gohan. You have a right to be depressed," she cooed in a whisper, "I'm sure that you will make the right decision, I'm sure your real parents will understand after all these years of them abandoning you, that you choose to no longer live with them."
Comprehending her thoughts he nodded, "You're right."
His no longer hardened glare locked with the blue eyes that looked back to him. Reaching with his hand he positioned her head so it was parallel with his own, they continued to grow closer and closer until a feather could not fit between the two of them.
Just as their lips felt their target the loud announcement by the Tournament Director blared, "The machine is fixed!"
vVv
"Ready… BEGIN!" the blonde haired announcer, shouted. The two boys looked at each other, a bit confused on how to proceed. They both looked at the crowd, which was cheering hysterically.
Looking back at their opponent the two boys charged at each other. Both jumped in the air trying to land a flying kick in the opposite one. However sadly the climax to this attempt ended with both fighters completely missing their target.
Besides the pity the spectators felt for the clumsy boys, they laughed with amusement.
A deep crimson blush covered their faces as they tried to refocus on their fighting. The match continued for a few more minutes before the older of the two children led the other over to side of the ring.
Then with a small push the younger of the two fell out with tears on the brim of his eyelids. "And with a little pushing Hydiuu is the winner!" the announcer bellowed with his left arm stretched over his head. "Now for the next match. We have seven year old Goten versus fifteen year old Idaasa. Some of you might not be able to see but there is quite a height difference in these two warriors. This should be over quickly."
As the older man adjusted his sunglasses he eyed the black haired "underdog" (1) with a suspicious gaze.
He knew he had seen this boy before, somewhere but long enough ago that it couldn't have been within the young fighter's lifetime. Where? He looked at Goten's fighting stance, the position he held himself in before fighting.
That's it!
Goku!
This had to be his son, their hair was different but the technique and the face is uncanny, there was no doubt in his mind.
"You ready to cry?" Idaasa taunted, he hopped back and forth on the ball of each of his feet, sending punches into the air.
Goten stood in his guard, not moving at all, his eyes dead set on his target and had no intention of averting them for any reason. In the back of the Demi-Saiyan's mind he heard the announcer declare the beginning of the fight, but it wasn't until the fifteen-year-old began his assault that it really signaled the commencement of the match.
The older of the two had his fists flying towards Goten but every time his knuckles came close to the boy's face they were pushed away with a surprisingly intensity. He couldn't land a hit.
He ceased.
This wasn't working, he was already worn out and the fire hadn't even returned. Maybe if he ruffled the runt's feathers enough then he would return the punch.
"Too scared to fight, huh twerp?" he panted.
Goten simply looked confused, "Oh is it my turn?"
Idaasa frowned, "What did you say?" "I thought you were just warming up. I'm ready to fight." The blonde bully's eye twitched, "Y-you thought I was warming up?"
The youngest son of Goku nodded happily, "Yeah."
Inwardly sweating Idaasa lifted his hands up to attack again.
With a thrust of his right appendage he felt it being seized in mid air and then a numbing strike that rivaled that of a stun gun hit him in the face. Falling over the crowd saw little Goten with his fist outstretched.
Everyone excluding the watchful eye of the Z-Fighters was utterly dumfounded by this phenomenon. Getting himself back together the announcer cleared his throat; "A-a-and Idaasa is out cold. Making Goten the winner." Walking off the ring Goten rejoined his stepbrother.
The lavender haired Prince smirked at his friend.
"That wasn't very fun."
vVv
"Finally!" Gohan exclaimed as he stepped up to the machine as he got into his traditional fighting stance. Videl watched him from behind; eager to see how well he could suppress his energy in order to avoid another demolishing for the innocent punching device. "Go ahead sir," the raspy voice of the older man attending the equipment instructed.
Slowly, for him at least, Gohan leaned in to punch. The energy he poured into the technique was quite lower than the strength he possessed when he was six. When he brought his fist back he awaited to see the score he earned.
One-ninety-eight.
"T-there s-still m-must be something wrong with the pressure sensor," the man sputtered as he read the monitor, "Would you mind trying again?"
Nodding with a pleasant expression still on his face he once again lifted his hand and thrusted it forward once more.
Two-eleven.
Once again the man spoke up for the Demi-teen to try again due to the faulty machine, but desisted after a he saw the heated glare from the Champ's daughter.
"T-th-thank you sir… we'll call for you to meet here after the Junior Division has ended (2)."
"Thanks," Gohan smiled as he walked off with Videl.
They continued to walk down a pathway that led to the main arena. From all the commotion going on around them they knew that the Junior Division finals were going on and the mentioning of two little boys making it there hinted to the teen couple that indeed the Demonic Duo had conquered once more. Looking over to Gohan the raven-haired beauty still saw the glimmer of sadness still present. Intertwining their fingers, she gave a gentle squeeze of his hand.
He turned to her, somewhat taken aback, why was she acting so concerned, there was nothing wrong with him. As he looked back to her face he saw her unavoidable soulful blue eyes glinting with warmth and compassion.
He gave a good-natured squeeze back a smile once again finding its way back to his disregarded face. Whilst planning on a turn to take them to tournament, she felt herself go a different way.
However it wasn't her that made the sudden detour, looking to her left once more she looked at Gohan looking straight ahead, knowing exactly where he was going. Gazing to where his eyes focused on she saw the Tournament Champions building. Whipping her head to Gohan she stopped. He looked back somewhat reeling at her cessation.
"Gohan… we can't go in there," she explained with urgency detectable to him in her voice.
"Why, I mean everyone is over watching the tournament… don't worry," he said slyly, his eyes gazing back to their intended destination before refocusing on his mate.
Worried at being caught, half of her wanted to run and take no part in such scandalous behavior anywhere near her father's hosted affair. If anyone saw it would go directly to the press then after that it would be to the ears of any human caring to know.
The other half of her wanted desperately to be in Gohan's arms, feeling his passionate kisses and caresses stroking her ivory skin.
He leaned towards her his voice deepened as it tickled her hair, "Let's go."
Complying to his request they stealthily sneaked in. The Demi-Saiyan was right to one thing however, it was completely empty, not a soul was present. Leading her upstairs he turned down numerous hallways to a room.
Upon getting in through the doorway the raven-haired crime fighter looked around to her surroundings, she knew that something familiar about this room, but she could place it.
Had she been in it prior to this? Unable to ponder that thought anymore Gohan encompassed Videl in an embrace as he claimed her lips as his.
Not wasting anytime beating around the bushes the half-breed let his tongue trace the bottom of her lips. Accommodating to his want she opened her mouth to him let their tongues get reacquainted with one another.
They continued to fondle each other until the Demi-teen let his track jacket fall of his shoulder, Videl hastily aiding in the process. Leaving only his black muscle shirt that was immediately dislodged from his skin by Videl's eager hands.
They parted for a split second in order for them to remove the garment from the equation. When they parted they stayed like that for a minute, both somewhat flustered by the recent activities.
"We… should… stop," she panted as she tried her hardest not to look at him. She knew that if she looked at him she would see the expression that melted her heart that made her feel safe, complete.
"I can't," Gohan growled as he enveloped her into another heated show of affection.
Suddenly the door swung open. Both teens felt their eyes grow wider as the being behind the door appeared.
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An hour and many matches later the Junior Division had come to the climax, the final round. To no ones surprise the young Goten and Trunks had clawed through the ranks to reach the ultimate bout.
During the course of the Junior Division many of the spectators witnessed the skill the two tykes possessed. Goku also was quite impressed by the progression the younger generation had and how they were quickly closing the gap between them and their predecessors. "Finally!" Krillin cheered as he leaned against the white bar.
"At last we get to see a good match." Piccolo nodded, "Goten and Trunks are indeed strong for their age."
"Hey when you train with Vegeta and Gohan everyday you tend to get strong," Krillin chuckled, "I definitely don't want to go toe to toe with any of you Saiyans in the tournament."
None of the other warriors agreed with the once bald fighter, considering he was the weakest. His laughter faded out due to his embarrassment by his choices of words.
It was then Goku looked around, he saw in the distance the Preliminary Arena empty besides a few tournament workers still there. "He should be here by now, they finished the preliminaries a while ago," Goku's lifelong friend stated. The snickering of a certain Saiyan Prince interrupted their pondering to the eldest Demi-Saiyan's whereabouts.
"Isn't it obvious Kakarot where Gohan is? He's off having a pre-tournament romp with his mate," the once evil Prince sneered. All of the Z-Warriors excluding Vegeta had their eyes widen by this discovery.
Even Piccolo was stunned at his former protégé's antics.
"Are you serious Vegeta?" Krillin inquired.
"Of course I am," the proud Prince barked, his voice spiking in anger due to the doubt his fellow fighters were showing, "The woman and I walked in on them a few weeks ago."
Goku for one was completely astonished. He never thought that Gohan would do such a thing with a girl until they were at least engaged. "Do you know this girl?" Goku asked his rival.
"No," Vegeta blandly replied, he was uninterested enough in the Demi-Saiyan's affair, let alone his absent father's concern about it.
"H-h-hey g-guys here comes Goten and Trunks," Krillin stuttered, still a little abashed by their recent discovery. It was then over the roaring crowd that everyone could here the commencing of the finals.
Down with the two little warriors both were staring each other down, similar to what they normally do whenever they fight, to them this time was no different. After a moment the boys charged at one another at a speed just slow enough to be seen by humans. A loud boom could be heard echoing for about a two-mile radius as the finals had finally gone under way.
vVv
The door finally opened. Gohan and Videl broke apart to see staring back at them was none other than Mr. Satan. He looked at the male, someone unfamiliar to him and in his grasp was an individual that was quite familiar with him, his own daughter.
His jaw continued to lay abandoned on the floor as he saw his only daughter pawing some shirtless punk in a room along together.
"VIIIDDDEEELLLLL…" he boomed with all the volume he could muster as the boy let go of her.
"Da-" she meekly said this is what she was afraid of, and this is what she didn't want to happen.
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING!" he demanded with a ferocity that was uncommon to most humans.
"Mr. Sata-" Gohan began only to get the death glare in his direction. "How dare you defile my daughter in such a way," he spat, his voice decreasing in volume to avoid attraction attention to this spectacle.
"Dadd-" Videl attempted to say once more only to be once again interrupted by her father reading Gohan the riot act. "I don't ever want you to see her again do you hear me?"
The Demi-Saiyan nodded.
"I can't hear you!"
"I promise."
"To what?"
"To not go near you daughter."
"Ever…"
"…Again."
Gohan frowned as he picked up his clothing and redressed himself before exiting the room, sending a quick glance to Videl before he left.
While walking down the hall Gohan paused and leaned against a wall. He averted his head so he was looking to the ceiling to be asking why he was so stupid to let him and Videl get caught. Videl on the other hand couldn't believe how quickly everything was happening. Her mate had just promised her father that he would not go near again.
She knew that that was an oath that Gohan would never be able to upkeep, but it still stung all the same that he would so readily agree to it. "Videl! I am talking to you," Hercule thundered. Spinning around Videl felt her Satan temper flare up as well, "What?"
"Why on earth would you do such a thing. I told you that you could never date a boy unless he was stronger than me."
"He is stronger than you dad!" she snapped, her glare met that of her father's as the two stared each other down.
"Tell me the truth, did you two have sex?" he dangerous and calmly asked.
Videl paused, she knew that there would be direr consequences for her actions but she knew that it was always a shark pit in the Satan world.
"Answer me," he demanded.
Gathering up all the courage she could she looked his straight in his eyes and said the word that her father dreaded to hear the most.
"Yes."
vVv
Goten and Trunks continued to fight valiantly, as each hit sounded deadly.
They had been going for about twenty minutes. The official rules stated that they only had ten minutes left before the judges would need to decide the victor of said match. That feat would be difficult for even the Z-Fighters, the masters of all combat of that magnitude. Goten right now was on the offensive with no plan on relenting.
Trunks had up a defensive that shielded him from a majority of the attacks on him. Neither boy had an advantage, which made the battle even more spontaneous. With both enduring the same grueling training everyday it is hard to draw a line in the sand that differs the two powers. Against Goten landed a punch square in Trunks' face.
A growl of pain signaled that his stepbrother was not happy about that last strike. He retaliated with a kick to the temple that was blocked swiftly like all the other hits.
They continued the rally of punches and kicks until they reached a stalemate. In the commentary made by the somewhat taken aback announcer he explained that there was on five minutes left before the judges would decide.
Gohan paced down the hall that led to the stairway. His cheeks still flushed with the redness that had yet to leave.
In all his life he had never wanted so badly to get out a situation, but facing an angry father being the boy whom his only daughter was going with was more terrifying to the Demi than fifty Cells with your hands behind your back. He was thankful that at least Videl had control of telling him when to stop, it would have been ghastly if Hercule walked in on them in the middle of… he shuddered to think of it.
A sudden burst in power averted Gohan's attention to the source of it. Running towards the nearest window he saw something that astounded him. Two blonde haired boys were floating in mid air. Their energy matched exactly that of… Goten and Trunks!
They were Super Saiyans! His mind raced with theories of how on earth this could happen, and him being totally oblivious to know. Looking up high in the stands he saw many members of the audience with the same look of shock that he had.
As he reached the top he saw his own friends. Everyone except for Vegeta looked utterly stunned.
"It's over Trunks!" Goten taunted. "No way," the Prince countered. Once again they charged at each other, their rapid movements were hard even for the three older Saiyans to keep up with. With one last clash the physical fighting ceased. Spreading apart both chibis brought their hand together and a blinding light encompassed their palms.
"Oh no," Gohan muttered, "They could blow up the whole stadium with that."
The boys continued to pour energy into their attacks, making it their final moves.
They shot the Ki blast at the other. Clashing in mid air it became a game of pushing, it wouldn't matter if one made the ball more powerful, and the other would easily match it. Grunts of struggle came from either end of the stream of light. Goten continued to power up even more so and he began to receive an advantage.
Trunks struggle to keep up his side but the son of Kakarot only put more into it. More and more Goten gained the majority and Trunks' half depleted.
The climax to fight was at hand as with one last scream Goten covered the last space that separated the blast from his opponent. Trunks braced himself for impact as he clenched his teeth; he was engulfed in aura of blue. Everyone stared in awe and worry due to the massive proportions of said attack.
The fight was over and Trunks fell to the ground, exhausted; his hair once again in its lavender shade. The announcer's mouth was agape as he got himself together to say the words that everyone had been waiting for.
"Our new Junior Champion ladies and gentleman in Goten! Give it up."
Screams and cheers clamored everyone for the seven-year-old warrior. Goten floated back down to the ground as he looked around; standing in the pathway was his brother.
The little boy smiled from ear to ear as he saw his brother giving him a standing ovation.
That's was better to little Son Goten than any treasure in the world.
End of Chapter Sixteen
1)-- Underdog, umm... yeah. cough, cough that's believeable. sssuuuuuuuuurrrrrreeeeee...
2)-- I'm not sure if they were supposed to meet, but i guess that's how they will in this story
A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I actually haven't worked on this for a few weeks; I just started like this weekend. I'm sorry I rushed it, but it was either this or wait for another week or so until I get back from my trip. So I hope you enjoyed it! There was a little move G/V. I apologize for not having much of Goten and Trunks' fight but I thought that you all would enjoy the romance more than a fight that didn't even involve the main characters. Don't worry of the fights that do concern Gohan or Videl I will make them more detailed and elaborate. So please review my readers. When I get back I can't wait to read them! So sorry once again for a crappy chapter. :-( The next chapter will be up sometime mid June or so. I'm kind of busy in the spring and summer with only a few weeks more 'til school lets out and everything….
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Blue Night