I really enjoyed writing the first chapter! Thank you to all who read and reviewed. Any criticisms made will be taken into consideration, I promise. How else would I be able to improve? Haha.

Last we left off. Gohan was in the middle of a spar with his mentor, Piccolo. How did that fare, I wonder? And what about Gohan's home situation? Read to find out! Remember to review as well, folks!


Gohan tapped on the front of his desk restlessly, ignoring the lectures of his teacher and the overall goings-on in the classroom. He wasn't learning anything here. Everything he was being taught he'd already known through self-study. He was dimensions above everyone here.

After his spar with Piccolo the previous evening – one which ended with Gohan just narrowly being defeated by Piccolo, something Gohan attributed to his previous fatigue – the older Namekian had taken the exhausted boy home, reminding him that while training to become stronger was important, it was equally important to not neglect other aspects of his human life. While Gohan didn't care for his school in the city, he had taken Piccolo's words to heart, and decided to honor his mother's wishes for the time being.

He wished that he hadn't.

While his teacher droned on, Gohan's attention was on other things. Namely how he could get better results out of his training. How could he breach that barrier to becoming a Super Saiyan? The boy brandished a sheet of paper and a pencil, scribbling out more intense training regimens purposed to push him past his previous limits, into the realm of legend. Should he focus more on energy manipulation, or perhaps run his body through more resistance training? Would his arsenal of techniques need polishing, or did he simply need to find more creative ways to use the techniques already at his disposal?

Gohan couldn't keep himself from jotting down all the potential ways he could train more efficiently, becoming more and more eager to simply fly through the roof of his school to resume his training. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't hear his teacher repeatedly calling his name.

"Mr. Son? Son Gohan? Pay attention!" his teacher snapped. His raised voice got the boy's attention, whose head snapped up at the noise. A look of annoyance crossed the boy's features at being interrupted—Gohan felt like he was on the cusp of a breakthrough.

"What is it?" he asked, sounding impatient. His teacher looked taken aback, adjusting his glasses with a nervous jolt to his movement. He cleared his throat, trying to sound more intimidating than he actually was. "Well, the class was just discussing an important aspect of history. If you don't think you're too good for us, I'd appreciate it if you'd participate." he snapped. Gohan's impatience showed on his face, but he complied.

"What was the question? I'm sorry for not paying attention." he apologized.

His teacher smiled, proud of himself for demanding respect from the delinquent. The boy hardly ever came to class as it was. How did he expect to get anywhere in his lifetime if he didn't focus on his studies? "Well, the class was just discussing the origins of the World Martial Arts tournament, and its impact on our world and culture. Why, we even have the world-class martial artist Hercule Satan living within our very own city. What are your opinions of the tournament, and how do you feel about the sport of martial arts?" he inquired. Admittedly, Gohan was interested in the tournament. He'd never had the opportunity to participate in one.

"My master participated in several tournaments," he began truthfully, "as did my father. My father's interest in martial arts is one of my driving forces in my pursuit of bettering my skill." he finished. Then his expression hardened.

"I will not have the two of them insulted by acknowledging Hercule Satan as a world-class martial artist. I've seen his fights on television. His form is weak, his techniques are atrocious and his arrogance is off-putting. He's a disgrace to those of us who take our training seriously."

The entire class was silent.

That is, until a lone girl on the far end of the classroom stood up with such force, her chair flung out behind her. Gohan studied her features quickly, but carefully. She had two long, bushy pigtails tied with green hairbands and she wore an excessively long t-shirt that covered her black compression shorts, coupled with a pair of yellow boots tipped black at the toes and the heels. Gohan looked into her icy blue eyes, noting her long eye lashes, her small, cute nose, and her lips twisted into an angry snarl. Were it not for the ugly face she was making, Gohan would have found her cute. He didn't know what her problem was, but from the looks of things, she was about to explode.

"You take that back!" she demanded, her rage exploding in the form of an angry screech.

"What? No." he said almost immediately, slightly flabbergasted that anyone would disagree with what he knew to be fact. What the hell was she so angry for, anyway. He answered the question he was asked.

"You take it back right now! My father is the strongest man on the Earth!" she hollered, with such force that her peers flinched from it, teacher included.

"Now, now, Ms. Videl—," their teacher began, but was interrupted.

"Your father is a celebrity, not a martial artist. Were you trained by him?" Gohan said, disregarding the girl's apparent rage. Her temper was that of a dying candle compared to the star-imploding wrath of both his mother and Bulma, and so he was not intimidated in the slightest.

"Of course I was! What kind of question is that? He is the strongest in the world, after all! Why wouldn't he pass his teachings onto his daughter?" she said with pride, but Gohan ignored that, knowing the pride she put in her father to be nothing but pure ignorance. His eyes scanned over her form once more, studying her intently, but with inhuman speed. Master Roshi had always taught him to be wary of his opponent's capabilities.

But from the looks of things, this girl would only be capable of embarrassing herself.

"You're stronger than your father," he admitted, earning himself gasps from the rest of the class, Videl included. "but you're pathetically under trained. I can see all of your weaknesses from a mile away." and he continued to search for more. It was a habit he had picked up—even when visiting his friends, he would watch their movements closely, memorizing any weak spots he were to find. Previous injuries, blindspots, holes in their form; Gohan took note of all of them. Videl was no different.

"Oh, yeah? That's a lot of talk from some unproven punk. My dad's the champion of the World Martial Arts Tournament. Where's your dad?" she taunted. Gohan turned away, facing the front of the class, his expression unreadable.

"Wherever he is, he's having battles your dad couldn't even imagine." he murmured. Videl's eyebrow twitched. She'd heard him say something, but she couldn't make out the words. "What was that?" she all but hollered, but their teacher had had enough, raising his voice to end the scuffle between the two.

"That's enough! Gohan, if you're going to start verbal showdowns with the other students, I'd prefer it if you weren't in my class at all." Gohan rested his chin in his palm, but otherwise his glare against the girl persisted. Eventually, he looked in the other direction, allowing his teacher to resume.

"Thank you. Now, as I was saying..."

Gohan returned to his sheet of paper, jotting down numerous more ideas. He wouldn't let some angry little girl keep him from becoming more powerful. Becoming a super saiyan was his greatest priority.


"Hey, bedhead!"

Gohan turned away from his lunch; the girl from his earlier class was calling him. He made eye contact for a brief moment before he returned to his lunch, not bothering to answer her.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!" she said. Gohan continued to eat his lunch in silence, his thoughts entirely occupied with training.

"No one insults my father and gets away with it, bedhead! You've gotta learn some respect around here!" She fumed. Her cheeks were getting redder with each sentence. Gohan supposed ignoring her made her even angrier.

He continued to do so.

"Oh, I get it. You must be scared stiff. Shocked into silence. Is that it? If I were faced with the daughter of Hercule I'd feel the same way, so I can hardly blame you, kid." she cackled.

"But even so, you owe me and my dad an apology, even if you're too scared to speak." she demanded. "Maybe if you apologize, I won't clobber you." Videl knew her father wouldn't approve of her current behavior, but she hardly cared right now. What Gohan had said back in class had made her so angry, she couldn't just let it go.

'Maybe Tien or Krillin could help me control my ki flow better. I can control my energy attacks fine, but they're able to use energy in much more innovative ways. Perhaps, if I can begin to combine my current techniques, I can create an arsenal to use in multiple situations. Until I become a super saiyan, I have to use every advantage I can get.'

Gohan got lost in his thoughts again, but lost his focus when the dark haired girl slammed her hands on the lunch table in front of him.

"Hey! Are you listening?!" she roared. Gohan glanced up at her, cocking an eyebrow.

"What do you want?" he asked. She roared again in response, her cheeks burning red in frustration.

"Haven't you been listening?! I want you to apologize for disrespecting my father." Gohan scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"There's nothing to apologize for." he responded.

"You called him weak!"

"Because he is." he grumbled. 'Where was Hercule Satan when Vegeta and Nappa invaded the Earth? When Nappa destroyed a chunk of this world's military force for fun and my friends died fighting against him, what contribution did he make? It makes me sick that there are actual people who use martial arts just to gain fame and fortune—he's no true warrior. Neither him or his delusional daughter have any idea what the word "warrior" means.' Gohan thought.

"If you want an apology out of me," Gohan began, before Videl could yell at him more. "Then you're going to have to beat me in a fight to get it. And that will never happen. I will never recognize your father as a martial arts champion, because he couldn't be further from such." Gohan abruptly stood, his chair sliding out behind him. He began walking past Videl, never breaking eye contact.

"However, if you ever want to challenge me, just so you can learn how truly outmatched you are, then I would be happy to oblige you." he strode past her, leaving her his parting words.

"I'll show you what a true warrior fights like."

He left Videl standing in the cafeteria to return to his class. The rest of his school day continued without problems. Videl did not speak to him again, although she continued to glare at him for the rest of the day. When the school day was over, Gohan left campus immediately and changed out of the clothes his mother made him wear to school and into his turtle gi. He took off into the sky and searched for the perfect spot to continue his training. He had decided earlier in the day to focus on his ki control, however, as he took off in the sky...

He didn't notice someone in particular spot his soaring form from the ground.


Gohan exhaled a deep breath, relaxing his aching muscles and lowering his power level. He'd been exercising his ki control for the day and it proved to be quite the demanding task. 'I don't see how Krillin can do this so easily.' he thought. The bald monk was indeed very proficient in his control of ki, proven by his mastery of many different techniques that required him to release energy in different shapes, forms, and the like. Gohan had been working on trying to control his energy based on memories of watching Krillin fight, but so far it had proved to be ineffective.

'Maybe I should have him show me personally? I bet he'd like some time to train, himself.'

With that thought in mind, Gohan took off into the sky, scanning the planet for Krillin's ki signature. He was surprised to find that Krillin was currently powered up, and wondered why. He seemed to be at the lookout, so Gohan flew there with haste. When he arrived, a small smirk tugged at his lips when he saw Krillin had already been training for what had seemed to be a while, from what he could tell from the monk's features. He was sweaty and so very focused that he barely noticed Gohan's descent.

When he did, he relaxed at the sight of his best friend's son, grinning brightly. "Hey, Gohan! Long time no see." he said. Gohan could tell that Krillin had gotten relatively stronger since their adventures on Namek, and the thought of getting stronger himself began to excite him.

"It has been a while, Krillin. I can tell you've been training hard." the boy replied, grinning widely at his friend.

Krillin chuckled, smirking smugly. "You bet I have! I figure that I might never get as strong as Goku or Piccolo, but at the very least, I could develop some new useful techniques. You never know when we might need a new trick or three." he said.

Gohan felt a pang of happiness surge within him, and he almost laughed. 'At least Krillin gets it! We can't just sit around doing nothing. We've all gotta get stronger in our own ways.'

"I hear you, Krillin. That's exactly what I was thinking. But if you don't mind me asking... Uh, why exactly did you come to the lookout to train?" Gohan wondered.

Krillin shrugged his shoulders, "Well, while practicing new techniques, I realized that my training was proving to be a... disturbance to the old man and his island. So I asked Kami and Mr. Popo if it would be fine if I could come here to train. They didn't seem to have a problem with it. I've even learned a few things from Kami." he said, puffing his chest out with pride.

'Hm, well that explains why I haven't seen him around Master Roshi's place during my own training.' Gohan thought.

"Wow, what sort of things did Kami teach you?" he thought aloud. Gohan hadn't interacted with the old Namekian much, so the prospect of receiving some sort of special training from the Guardian of the Earth was quite fascinating. Maybe Kami unlocked more latent power within his friend, similar to Elder Guru on planet Namek. Gohan secretly hoped that was the case, and if it was, would another power boost be enough to push him into the realm of Super Saiyan? Would he finally have the strength he'd been working towards for the past several years? Gohan had begun to get so lost in his own thoughts that he almost missed Krillin's reply.

"... so, I think it's just best you see him yourself." he finished. Gohan hadn't heard everything, but he was assuming that Krillin didn't want to distract himself from his own training, so he should just talk to Kami personally. Gohan didn't really mind; he just wanted to get stronger. Whether Krillin or Kami helped him do it really made no difference to him.

"Where can I find him?" he inquired, now noticing that the Guardian was nowhere to be seen. Krillin shrugged once more, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder. "Inside meditating, last I checked." he answered. Gohan nodded, taking steps toward the Lookout's inner chambers, but before he got too far, he stopped and shot his friend a glance over the shoulder.

"When I come back, we should have a spar, Krillin." he said, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "I'm eager to see your new techniques."

Although he looked exhausted, Krillin chuckled at the idea. "Sure thing, kid. I could use a good spar, anyways. See you soon." he replied, rolling his neck, cracking it back and forth. As soon as Gohan was out of sight, nearing Kami's personal chamber, he got back to work, powering up once more.

'I'm glad to see Krillin's death hasn't discouraged him to stop training. He's more important than he knows.'

Gohan knew it in his heart to be true. Even though Krillin wasn't the strongest among them, his quick thinking and courage were to be commended. He had gotten Gohan out of some tough situations, on both Earth and Namek. He may have seemed like a coward, but when it came down to it, Gohan knew that Krillin would always be one to count on. He smiled to himself, knowing that whatever challenges he might have to face in the future, Krillin would always be right by his side.

'It's easy to understand why dad was so sad when he died. Krillin's such a good person—he didn't deserve a death like that.'

Gohan almost shuddered when he recalled those moments in his mind. Krillin's death was one of the most horrifying things he'd ever witnessed, but Goku took it much harder than he did. He'd been friends with Krillin for years. When that anger burst out of him... Gohan had never seen his father so angry before. It was terrifying. He wondered if becoming a Super Saiyan meant he had to become as scary as his dad was against Frieza.

'Even so, it's the only way.'

Before Gohan lost himself too completely in his thoughts once again, he realized that he had stopped before a pair of golden double doors. He knew Kami was inside—he could feel the elder's ki. It was very calm, it felt almost therapeutic to sense. Taking a deep breath, he lightly knocked on the door several times and then waited. After a few seconds, a raspy old voice called out:

"You may enter."

Slowly, the youth spread open both doors as a tall, aged green humanoid figure came into view. He was not quite as tall as Piccolo, his skin sagging and wrinkled due to centuries of aging, and his expression displaying a look of calmness. In his right hand he clutched a wooden walking stick, his other hand folded behind his back. He stood with a slight slouch, something Gohan assumed was a result of the elder's age.

"Ah, hello, young one." he greeted, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Gohan bowed slightly, showing his respect to the Earth's guardian. "Hello, Mr. Kami." he greeted.

"I assume you have come to me for the same reason that Krillin has, hmm?" he asked aloud before the dark-haired boy could speak again.

Blushing slightly, Gohan nodded slightly. "Yes, sir. I've hit a wall in my training while practicing my ki control, and I thought Krillin might be able to help me since he's so good at it. I followed his ki signature here, and he directed me to you." he explained. Kami gave a slight nod, as if he knew this already.

"I see. Tell me, Gohan. What do you know about ki?" he asked.

"Ki is our life force," he began to explain. "It's the tangible energy source inside every living being, concentrated mostly in the center of our bodies. Because of the physical limits of our bodies, good ki control becomes necessary to push ourselves past those boundaries." Kami nodded again, impressed.

"Yes, that's correct. But that's not all. Ki is more complicated than simply that, young one. Tell me, do you know of the three components that comprise ki?" the old Namekian inquired. He took Gohan's silence as his cue to continue.

"Ki is comprised of three components that make it usable: Genki – physical energy – Yuki – courage – and Shoki – Mental Fortitude. Ki control is a combination of all three. You may have run into a wall in your training because one or more of these three components may be... lagging behind another." he explained.

"Lagging?" Gohan echoed. 'I've been training my body and mind to their absolute peak these past few years. What could possibly be holding me back?' he thought inwardly. 'Could it be courage? Am I too much of a coward? I got Piccolo killed by Nappa, I nearly got us all killed by Recoome, and Frieza...'

"Tell me, Gohan. Why do you fight?"

"To get stronger." the saiyan youth replied almost immediately, having been broken out of his introspection. "And why do you need to get stronger?" the Earth God continued.

"To protect my family and friends—to protect the Earth." the boy said with conviction.

"Hmm, is that so?" the old man murmured. "Would you mind doing me a favor by powering up, young man?" When he noted Gohan's look of confusion, Kami clarified.

"Forgive my lack of explanation, but I would be able to better explain things to you once I feel your energy for myself while you're powering up. I will be able to tell you why you seem to have trouble controlling your ki."

Gohan wasn't sure how Kami would be able to tell anything just by powering up, but he wasn't about to question the Earth's guardian. Spreading his feet apart, he crouched low as be began to focus. Slowly, his energy began to climb—it began to climb even quicker when Gohan recalled his personal motivations: getting stronger, defeating Vegeta, becoming a Super Saiyan, making his father proud-

Before he knew it, his rising energy had caused a gale of powerful ki within Kami's chambers, the pre-teen's energy whipping about with reckless abandon. Kami observed the boy's energy, seemingly unperturbed by Gohan's smothering ki. It was incredibly high, among the most powerful Kami had ever sensed. Although outwardly he seemed unfazed, inwardly Kami could hardly believe a child to be so powerful.

'But then again, he's a saiyan. And Goku's son, at that. It's no wonder he's so powerful.' he thought, thinking back to his previous pupil, Son Goku. The boy had the same drive as his father, if his power level was any indication.

Gohan's power level continued to rise for a full minute more, before it began to splutter suddenly and the boy lost control of his growing power. His energy petered out immediately and he powered down, breathing heavily.

"No matter how hard I try," Gohan breathed, "once I get to a certain point, it becomes near impossible to control. That's why I came." he said. Kami continued to gaze down at the boy, his face unchanging for what seemed like a long time to Gohan. When he finally spoke, Gohan found himself releasing a deep breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

"Yes, I see why controlling such power would be difficult for one so young. As you powered up, I took note of your mental and emotional states. For a child, your body's physical energy is in a condition that is unheard of. Never in all my years have I come across a child so powerful—your father was nowhere near as strong at your age. But," he paused, and Gohan thought he saw the elder's eyes slightly narrow. "he was much more mentally and emotionally sound. As I suspected previously, your Genki is in a league of its own. Your Yuki and Shoki however, are not as developed." he explained. Gohan lowered his head, ashamed of himself. Kami continued.

"I read your mind as you powered up. You are concerned about your father's fate, and his approval of you—to the point where it can seem obsessive. Your thirst for revenge against Vegeta, and your self-hatred at your own personal weakness both contribute to your lack of control. Though your body is perfectly trained, your mind his critically undisciplined, Gohan. Your obsession with becoming more powerful has only served to ironically cripple your growth, preventing you from accessing your full power." Looking over the boy again, Kami's features softened. "You are not Goku." he said. "You are Gohan. Focusing too much on what your father might do in your situation or what he might do if he were here is taking up too much space in your mind. For you to use your ki to its fullest potential, you must be devoted to controlling it. Goku cannot control your ki for you, only you can. You are not using your father as a motivator for your training—you are using him as a crutch."

Gohan stared at the ground in deep thought. 'Dad is my... crutch?' he thought to himself; he couldn't fully grasp what Kami was talking about. How was his father a crutch? His desire to be as strong as his father is what had gotten him so far in the first place. Gohan figured that without has father as motivation, he would have remained the weak, scared child that still let down all of his friends when they counted on him most.

Gohan vowed when he started his training that he would be that child no longer.

"Of course, with the proper training, this obstacle can be overcome." Kami said, once more breaking the small saiyan out of his thoughts. "If you wish, I can teach you the mental discipline that is necessary for one to control ki of your magnitude." He offered. "But for now, you must rest. Clearly, you were already exhausted from training before you set foot on this lookout. Training now would only put undue stress on your mind, even if your body can handle it. We will begin another time."

Gohan thought about responding, but instead nodded and bowed in thanks, before returning and leaving the God's chambers in the direction he came, pulling the doors shut behind him.

He didn't even feel like sparring with Krillin anymore. He bid the bald monk farewell, before he dove off of the edge of the lookout, his thoughts a swirling mass of confusion.


'Nine-thousand nine hundred ninety-eight, nine-thousand nine hundred ninety-nine...' Gohan counted mentally as he did his evening round of push-up exercises outside of his home, the sun beginning to set in the horizon. Goten sat on a rock not too far from him, watching his older brother's training intently. Goten had trained with him a little earlier, but his younger brother hit his limits a lot earlier than he did. Ten thousand push-ups were beyond his level for now, but Gohan surmised that his brother's physical capabilities would become much more potent with time. What Goten now lacked in pure strength, he made up for with tenacity and unpredictability. Goten was not a trained and disciplined fighter like Gohan was, but whenever they sparred, Goten's natural saiyan instincts often took control, leading to fights in which Gohan found his calculated movements often challenged by Goten's unpredictable freestyle form of combat. Whenever they sparred, Gohan found himself defending against attacks normal opponents would not employ against him, something Gohan was grateful for, as he allowed him to plan further bouts with much more precision and calculating power.

'… Ten thousand!' Gohan heaved a deep breath as he wiped the sweat from his brow, stretching his limbs when he stood to his full height. Kami's words from earlier still rang deep within his mind and he was determined to break past whatever limit set itself before him. 'No matter what happens, I have to get stronger. I'm so close. I can feel it. I'm more powerful than ever now.' he thought. His brother's tiny voice arrested his attention, however.

"Hey, Gohan."

"Yeah, little bro?"

"What was our dad like?"

Gohan paused, feeling a huge prideful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Goten asked about their father often, and Gohan was always happy to regale his younger sibling with tales of their father's feats and accomplishments.

"Dad's the strongest in the world, Goten. The greatest martial artist ever. Even better than Mr. Piccolo and Vegeta. He beat them both. He saved the universe from Frieza, and became a super saiyan. He's strong enough to protect everyone."

"... What's a super saiyan?" Goten wondered. Gohan chuckled. He began practicing his kata, throwing practiced jabs, kicks, and footwork as he went on.

"A super saiyan-," a right jab, "is the pinnacle of our race, Goten." left jab, "According to legend, the Super Saiyan is the most powerful warrior in the universe, so powerful that he destroyed himself and his planet with his own power. Until recently, it was thought to be nothing more than a legend, but," Gohan released a flurry of kicks, moving so fast his legs began to blur before Goten's eyes. "Six years ago, on the planet Namek, our father realized that legend. He pushed past his limits in a fight for the universe against the tyrant Frieza, and became a super saiyan. Before that, we had no hope of victory. Frieza was unbelievably powerful, and nearly beat us all." he explained.

"Whoa. He was even stronger than you, Gohan?" Goten wondered, surprised. Goten couldn't even fathom anyone stronger than his brother. All he could ever remember Gohan doing was training. His brother worked incredibly hard, it was hard to imagine anyone beating him.

"Far stronger, little bro. I didn't stand a chance." Gohan back flipped, tucking his legs into his chest and tumbling through the air. When he landed, he transitioned immediately into a sweeping kick, followed by an uppercut.

"But our dad did. Once he became a super saiyan, not even Frieza could hope to beat him. He defeated him and saved us all." he said.

"But where is he now?" Goten asked.

Gohan's brow furrowed; he wished that he knew himself. He threw harder punches as his ki unconsciously rose with his growing anger. Before he grew out of control, he did his best to calm his emotions. "Wherever he is," he began, throwing an elbow that would have crippled the entire Ginyu Force several times over. "He's probably saving us all over again. He'll be back one day, little bro. I promise you. And we're gonna make him proud of us."

"We are?" Goten's head cocked to the side.

"Yes, we are. We're gonna become super saiyans ourselves, just like Dad." Gohan grinned. Just the thought of becoming a super saiyan set his veins on fire and he felt a renewed desire to train even harder than before.

"How?" his little brother wondered.

"By getting much stronger than we are now." Gohan answered, throwing a punch so hard it released a shockwave that would have leveled trees in its path. He turned back to his brother, who himself was climbing down from the rock he'd been seated upon.

"So, how's about we have a spar?" he offered. Grinning and nodding his head furiously, Goten didn't even give his older brother a chance to prepare before he leapt at him.

The two boys sparred well past the point the sun set.


And that's Chapter 2, folks. I'm sorry it took longer than a entire YEAR to get this chapter out, but after the first one launched, my life became very busy for a while. I just now got the chance to finalize this chapter. And no, the next one will not take a year. As we started with this chapter, the next one will allow us to delve even deeper into Gohan's mindset and learn more about how he developed over the last six years. Here, he clearly hold contempt for characters like Hercule because Gohan is still angry over the sacrifices his friends and father made, but as he is still a child, he hasn't found a way to maturely deal with his anger yet. As a result, when Hercule was brought up in his class, it angered him to think of Hercule in the same class as someone like Roshi or his father, who he respects as fighters.

You'll see why I had Gohan and Videl meet so early later on in the story, as I plan for her to be a major character.

Thanks for reading! Until next time.