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Chapter One:

He had beaten Cell.

All Gohan could do was laugh. There were two reasons for this. The first was that he was literally too exhausted to do anything else.

The other was that laughter was the perfect, nay, the only appropriate expression for his current state of being: one of the purest, most overwhelming joy. It was the sort of utter, perfect bliss that made you feel as if you were weightless, floating in midair; a light tickling sensation caressing his skin and filling him, as if he were being inflated by pure light. Yet at the same time he also felt as if he were being held in his mother's arms, nestling against her warm, soft form, inhaling the scent of her perfume while "Across the Universe" played in the background. So safe in his absolute vulnerability, everything at peace as he released all the tension, pressure, and fear he had carried within him for so long. All at once, he felt his innocence return to him like an old friend. If Gohan had ever seen A Clockwork Orange, his thoughts would have been "Oh, bliss. Bliss and heaven. It was gorgeousness and gorgiosity made flesh."

There was only two times in his entire life he could remember feeling so… so completely content and awed by the perfection of an experience. The funny thing about these memories were that he had forgotten about them; it seemed so long ago. But now they all returned in much the way his own innocence had.

What was even stranger about these two memories were that they both involved something he never really devoted much time to: films. And yet even more odd were the ways they made him think of his parents.

The first was seeing the original Star Wars for the first time. It was the first time he had left the mountain region. His Dad had brought him into town to see it after it was re-released in theaters. Needless to say it left an impression. The thrill, the adventure of it… It was hard to put into words why it was so amazing. Everything about it was so… perfect. The likability of the naïve young hero Luke. Even at age three, Gohan could relate to him. Growing up in a remote area, wanting to see what else was out there… Obi-wan Kenobi, that wise old man with a twinkle in his eye, and the amazing magic he performed with the force, Luke learning about it. Ben Kenobi sort of reminded Gohan of Piccolo. The utter coolness of the outer space rogue Han Solo… The epic amounts of fear inspired by the imposing figure of Darth Vader.

He had felt so sorry for the poor Princess Leia. Losing her planet like that. And she was so pretty and so brave. And then it turned out, she really wasn't so defenseless. He loved the part where they were cornered by the Storm Troopers and she took command and found a way out. She reminded him of his Mom. And then…. Obi-wan Kenobi dying… It was so sudden and so sad. It didn't matter that they had only known each other for a few days. Luke's life really only began when he met Obi-Wan. And of course when Luke and the other rebels were attacking the Death Star, and at the last minute, Han comes in and saves Luke, who manages through the Force to destroy it! Hearing Ben Kenobi's voice guiding Luke was such a relief. There was just so much excitement, so much fun, and there was real tension. He remembered that part in the garbage room when Luke was pulled underwater by that monster thing. He had actually cried out in the theater, "Oh no! Luke!"

His Dad, of course, reassured him. "Don't worry Gohan, Luke will be okay."

Gohan had just cared so much for these characters. He didn't even know why. But their struggle meant something to him, and when the Death Star was destroyed and Luke and Han got their medals… He just… He felt so… so happy. So happy that in this galaxy long, long ago and far, far away, there were these great heroes. And, of course, their robots, space ships, blasters and light sabers.

Every night after that, he had played around under his covers, pretending his flash light was a light saber. Sometimes he pretended to be Han, other times he pretended to be Luke. He made up new adventures and acted them out, and his Dad played long with him. Usually he had his Dad pretend to be Darth Vader because he was so tall, and he sometimes got his Mom to pretend to be Princess Leia. She ended up actually making him a stuffed Ewok.

Now, of course he saw The Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi, but those movies didn't inspire the same feelings of bliss, even though as he got older, Empire became his favorite. But Empire ended on such a down note… Han being frozen, Luke losing his hand and finding out Vader was his father. Lando Calrissian betraying them… Jedi was almost perfect up until the discovery that Luke and Leia were siblings. He had watched Jedi right after Empire, so the scene where Leia tongue-kissed Luke was still fresh in his mind. It was kind of traumatizing.

But not even incest could ruin the magic of seeing the first movie. It was just so…. Perfect.

Of course, learning he had energy inside him like Luke… It made it all the more amazing. Somehow knowing that he held a power similar to what Luke Skywalker used to save the galaxy gave him a sense of hope and security that had helped him through the years and kept him sane. Star Wars had really given him the belief in the power of good to triumph over evil, and that anyone, even a farm boy living in the middle of nowhere could save the Universe. There was a force of good in the universe that guides all things. The force was real. He had seen it himself.

The experience that conjured up feelings of absolute rapture was seeing the Wizard of Oz. A lot of people didn't realize it, but Luke Skywalker and Dorothy Gale had a lot in common. They were both young people living in remote areas wishing for more in life. They both end up going on a long journey and learn not only to be content with the world they lived in but also that they had the power to get what they wanted all along.

His experience seeing The Wizard of Oz was rather different than seeing Star Wars. He had first seen the film at home, on their TV. He was in his footie pajamas, curled up on his mother's lap, under a blanket. It was a calm, peaceful night. His Dad had protested watching it, he had wanted to train, but his mom made Goku sit down. And it became clear why very soon. The text introduction appeared, dedicating the film to the Young at Heart. Even then, Gohan understood why his mother made his Dad watch it. Because it was made for him. There was no one in the world who better fit the description of "Young at Heart" than his father.

It was so cozy. It wasn't like the theater, yet that made no difference; he felt a lot of the same emotions that Star Wars had inspired. To him, the Wicked Witch of the West was just as scary as Darth Vader. She didn't have a Death Star, or Storm Troopers, but she was very good at figuring out peoples' weaknesses and exploiting them. One of the first things she said to Dorothy was, "I'll get you, My Pretty, and your Little Dog too!" It had already been made very clear that Dorothy was fiercely protective of Toto and fearful for his safety, and the witch had spotted that at once. She used the Scarecrow's fear of fire against him the first chance she got. It made her very threatening. That, and the green skin. It was actually funny, because green was his favorite color, one of his favorite people had green skin. But on her, it was scary.

There was that heart-breaking scene where Judy Garland sang 'Over the Rainbow'. It sounded so… wonderful. The song depicted the sort of beautiful fantasy land where he imagined every fairy tale ever written took place. And then, she wakes up, and all the grey is replaced with vivid and beautiful color and she has reached it!

But in the end, she realizes that the color isn't really what's important. Because all the magic, witches, talking scarecrows, color changing horses and Emerald cities in the world couldn't replace her family. It was all so beautiful, and yet she could not share it with her Aunt Em and Uncle Henry. Their love was so great that it was all Dorothy ever wanted or needed.

Seeing it made Gohan feel such intense love and closeness towards his family and towards his home. His beautiful home, Earth. It wasn't until seeing this movie that he realized how much he truly loved his home and his family. He had realized then that, just like Dorothy, he'd do anything to be with his family and protect those he cared about no matter what.

But what had nailed him the most was that multi-colored bubble floating down and then all at once that beautiful being appearing. Glinda. The Good Witch of the North. Her poufy, glittering pink gown. Her large pink crown. Her wand with the star at the end. Her wavy hair. So pretty. With that sweet, kind voice. He had yet to see a lovelier being than Glinda.

But it seemed his imagination was a few steps ahead of him because he began to visualize a beautiful being. She looked a lot like Glinda, but the poufy sleeves were gone and replaced by straps. Instead of her clothing being pink, they were several beautiful shades of green. The wand changed color as well. Her hair turned green as well and grew in length. She had sprouted wings: two large golden wings and two smaller green ones above the gold ones. Her eyes looked like jewels. It was almost like jewels were embedded in her skin. So… so beautiful. The beauty of this being was so immense she seemed to embody to him the way he saw the Earth and those he cared about. An angel. A beautiful, perfect angel. A green, angelic Glinda.

The epitome of radiance floated above him. He was sure of it.

He was right in a manner of speaking. The epitome of radiance was floating above him. But he wasn't seeing it. If he were to see what was floating above him in its pure form, his internal organs would melt within the confines of his body and the liquid mass would leak out of each of his orifices slowly, boil, and build in heat and force within the confine of his physical shell until his skull ruptured and the rest of the liquidy mass that was once his insides burst out like a volcano erupting.

But that did not happen. Because the being loved him so very much.

She picked him up as if he were an infant.

"You did so, so good." She whispered to him soothingly. "So, so good."

These eight simple words were exactly what Gohan needed.

"I love you." He replied.

She wore his mother's perfume.

"Gohan, Darling, could you please point to Vegeta for me?" The being asked.

The young boy opened his eyes. The world above him had turned into the vast expanse of the heavens and each one of his friends had become a constellation.

"There."

"Thank you, my angel, you did so, so good. Now you'll never have to worry about Vegeta again." She cooed to him, setting him down again.

Gohan sighed contently. "What do you mean?"

"He will pay for his sins."

Well, that was good. Vegeta was a prince, he should be able to afford it. Sins probably were not that expensive. People should pay for things. He had to set an example for his son and free sins did not seem to be a good lesson to learn…..

She was so pretty….

Gohan sat up.

"WAIT, WHAT?"

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