Reno's Origins

By: Atomic Kokoro

Storyline

Due to an accident, Reno is told he won't ever be able to walk again. It isn't long, though, before he is told by a boy named Gohan that there is a temporary solution to the problem. Unfortunetly, there is bad news to come with it.

Before You Read

Aye. How was your day? Why am I asking? I have no clue. It's two in the morning and this is the second chapter of the third rewrite of the fourth fanfiction idea I have ever made and watching black and white movies without sound. *sigh* That goes in order. No joke.

And for those who don't get Flute...you suck. Nah, just kidding.

Anyways, on with the story.

Chapter 2

The Wise Namekian

Gohan landed tenderly onthe rail of Koren's Tower. He glanced around and spotted the old cat who had called for him via Piccolo-san. He jumped down from the railing and shouted, "Korin!"

The old cat turned and looked at him. It took him a moment to realize who it was, and when he did, he smiled. "Ah, son of Goku," he said. "Glad you could make it."

Gohan nodded and stopped walking when he was withen several inches from Korin. He had to look down so far, his chin was touching his chest. "You wanted to see me, Korin-san?"

Korin nodded and stabbed the stone ground with his staff. "Someone has asked me to call appon the strongest warriors of the planet. The Wise Namekian, to be accurate."

"Who?" Gohan tilted his head innocently. "The Wise Namekian?"

Korin nodded. "He has traveled from Namek to find us. He wishes to speak to you and the others alone."

"The others are coming," he said. "I called them several minutes ago."

Then, as if on cue, he could feel the others' life forces head towards the tower. Gohan spun and raced to the railing, bending over it slightly as he watched the small, white specks in the sky grow bigger and bigger until it was people floating before him.

"Hey, guys!" he called out, waving. The first to arrive was his father, Goku. It was quite obvious; Gohan had a striking resemblance to Goku. The following to arrive were Vegeta and Trunks. Then, not long after, were the rest: Krillin, Tien, Yamcha, Choutzue, Piccolo, and the ever standing 16 and 18.

Once everyone had greeted and laughed with each other, they turned to Korin for their next move. "Follow me," was all he said and the Z-Fighters followed. They carefully stepped down winding stairs after Korin. Slowly, the Wise Nemakian was revealed. He was sipping a mug of a hot juice Gohan couldn't quite name, despite all his education. "I have brought you them," Korin said.

The Wise Nemakian nodded once and motioned for one to step foreward. Gohan waited for his father to, but it when he looked up at him, he realized Goku had been waiting for Gohan to take the step, as well as everyone else. Blushing slightly at this, he moved an inch foreward. "Konichiwa, Namekian-san," he greeted quietly with a polite bow.

The Wise Namekian smiled at this and bow back. He figured this as a sign of greeting on this planet. He stood but made no motion across the stone floors. "Konichiwa," he replied.

Gohan cleared his throat, knowing that the man understood English at the most. Most Z-Fighters learned almost all the languages on the planet; the needed to be able to communicate with anyone at anytime to make sure everything was going to be alright, or having to be the ones assuring it.

"You called for us," Gohan said, more a question then a statement.

"I have," replied the Wise Namekian. Gohan brushed some raven locks from his eyes as if he was hoping he could tame the wild spikes that shaped his hair. "You remember the rarity of the Saiyan population."

Everyone froze. Any mention of the Saiyan population meant only one thing; Broly.

"There is one on the planet. I have sensed it."

Trunks' stepped foreward, being one to voice the many questions in everyone's head. "Why have you come to tell us that?"

The Wise Nemakian smiled. "Because the Saiyan population is something that should be monitered. If you recall you last encounter with a surviving Saiyan, Broly-" Everyone stiffened at the recollection. "-then maybe you should consider watching over this one."

Gohan thought about this for a moment. That was true. If this Saiyan was as bad as Broly, or if this Saiyan was Broly, the situation would be in bad hands. "Of course, not all Saiyans are bad," the Wise Nemakian continued. "I have proof before my eyes. But, in case we aren't so lucky, I figured I should tell you this before the situation got out of hand and into the Universe. Many planets are still recovering from Broly and other potential threats such as the tyrant Freiza, I only hope you can find peace for your planet."

All nodded.

"We thank you, Nemakian-san," Gohan said, performing another polite bow.

"Please," the Wise Nemakian said. "I am Flute."

Krillin tried hard to keep himself from bursting out and laughing at such a name, but a glare from Piccolo aided him well.

It wasn't long before everyone had begun gathered out of the room, up the spiral stair case. Only Gohan was stopped by Flute's word. "Be weary," he said. "He is back."

...

Bulma giggled, her bluestrands of hair flowing behind her with grace. Gohan watched her dance across the large kitchen. She stopped and blushed madly when she saw the child watching her dance, but the blush went away and was replaced with a childish smile. "I got invited to the Ministry of Science in Metro City today! Isn't that great?"

Gohan smiled and nodded in delight for his friend as she continued to dance. "Shouldn't you be getting ready?" he asked after a while.

She gasped and hurried out of the room, but not before she stopped at the door frame and looked back at him. "And you, too," she said with a smile. "You're coming with me, whether you like it or not."

Gohan just shrugged. He had to look for the new Saiyan threat, but he figured there was at least a little time before the threat became something that had to be dealt with quickly. Besides, he was only going for a day...right?

...

They arrived at Metro City not but a few days later. The trip was much longer then he expected. Trunks had also come along, just for the thrill of being able to see such amazing robotic techonology. That's what Metro City was famous for, after all. Robotics.

They stepped out of the cab, where they were greeted by a large, elder man dressed in a tuxedo and a small boy in blood red boots and a loose school outfit. "Hello!" he laughed, smiling and shaking each of their hands. "You must be Bulma. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Bulma chuckled. "And you must be Doctor O'Sheay. It's is quite a pleasure to meet you, as well." She stepped aside, revealing the two anxious boys behind her. "This is my godson, Gohan, and my son, Trunks."

They both smiled and waved and said hi. O'Sheay put an arm around the little boy. "This is my, er... This is Astro."

"Hello," Astro said.

O'Sheay turned to address Bulma, although it seemed he was talking to all of them. "You must be very tired from your trip. Would you like a place to stay?"

"Actually," To almost everyone's surprise, it was Trunks who spoke. "Me and Gohan have something very importent to attend to after this. Is it alright if we get to this as quick as possible?"

Bulma had already known about it all, via Trunks, Krillin, and Gohan. O'Sheay nodded. "Of course! We'll head to my office right away. Notice Miss. Yuko, will you Astro?" Astro nodded, turned and headed inside. It wasn't long before he disappeared. "Come." Gohan, Bulma, and Trunks followed the old man inside and up an elevator.

After a while of walking, Gohan spotted Astro with a group of young boys. They seemed to have been talking about something importent. There were five of them. Astro, of course, was one of the five. To his left was a large boy with a small patch of yellow hair on his head. He was dressed in a pair of overalls and a baby-blue blouse.

To Astro's right was a much smaller boy, the smallest of all five. He was wearing an odd hat and a large, thin-rim glasses. He was the one currently talking, and his voice could be heard from across the room.

Across from Astro were the last two boys. One an African-American with a blue vest and red tee-shirt. And, finally, the last boy was sitting in a wheel chair. He was fairly tan with deer-skin red or brown hair and what seemed like ocean blue eyes. He had a pile of books on his lap.

"...and I heard he was last seen near Megaton. That's pretty close! Do you think he might be looking for something?"

Astro shrugged. The boy in the wheelchair began to speak, but his voice was far too soft to be heard from across the room. Even the four other boys seemed to have been straining to hear.

"Gohan?"

Gohan snapped back into reality and looked at Trunks, who wasn't too far ahead. He hadn't realized he had stopped moving. "Ah, yeah," he said. "I'm coming."

A few minutes later, they were in Doctor O'Sheay's office. Already, there were three chairs pulled up for Gohan, Bulma, and Trunks to sit in. Naturally, they took a seat. Bulma was glad to be sitting down after all the walking through the Ministry of Science.

Bulma and O'Sheay began to speak to each other. Although, Gohan hadn't been paying attention to the conversation. He was too busy thinking about what the smallest boy had said: "...and I heard he was last seen near Megaton. That's pretty close! Do you think he might be looking for something?"

Who was that boy talking about? His thoughts were interupted by a knocking at the door. "Come in," O'Sheay called through the door. The knob turned and the door opened slightly. Before the door was fully open, papers had flown through the crack. A soft, plugged voice growled in fustration and the boy in the wheelchair form earlier came through the door.

He placed on hand on his forehead and leaned his head back. Gohan immediatly recognized him as the boy in teh wheelchair from eariler. It wasn't long before a young female, no older then Bulma, rushed over to pick the papers up. "Thanks, Mizz. Yuko." His voice was bearly even heard. A pin from across the room was louder then his voice right next to anyone.

Miss. Yuko smiled and walked back over to the pink, robotic ostrage named Momo, continuing to type. "Ah, Reno," the doctor sighed. Reno looked up and realized how many more people there were in the room then he though. His cheeks turned a slight shade of pink. He waved slowly. "This is Reno. Reno, this is Bulma, Gohan, and Trunks."

"Um, hi," he said simply. "Nice to meet you."

He pushed the wheels of his chair until he was beside the doctors desk. "Here's the papers you wanted," he informed. "Do you need anything else?"

The doctor nodded. "No, you can go if you wish."

Reno nodded once before leaving the room. It took him a moment, but he had left. Trunks and Gohan looked at each other before O'Sheay and Bulma continued their conversation.

...

What must've been five minutes later, O'Sheay must've seen that the two teens were getting antsy and offered them a chance to leave. At first they were going to reject, but knew that they really wanetd to leave the room and deal with the Saiyan threat. They took the chance and left.

Currently, they were walking down a street not far from the Ministry. "So, where should we start first?" Gohan asked. Trunks shrugged, looking to his right out towards the street. His short, purple locks glided across his forehead before they set back in place again.

"Maybe we should try sensing him out, if he's even here in Metro City," he suggested. Gohan, choosing to wear a vintage hoodie instead of a gee, pulled his hood up and pressed his back against the wall. The best way to go Super Saiyan without attracting attention. Trunks, on the other hand, didn't have this chance and just remained in his normal form.

Gohan waited a few minutes before pulling back his hood. His raven hair had been replaced by golden, much higher spikes. His eyes were like teal gems glisening in the sunlight. Aside from that, he looked the same as before.

His eyes closed and he began to feel around (spiritually) for any unusual forces of life or energy. It was hard to find, but it wasn't long before he locked onto something. It was weak and small, almost completely blending into everyone else. If it hadn't been for it's unique genes, it would've never been found.

Gohan's eyes slowly slid open. "I have a trace, but it's weak," he muttered. "Should we call the others?" He hadn't need to ask; Trunks was already dialing his cellphone. Even though they were practically on the otherside of the world, they could still contact the others. That was the power of modern day's technology.

It was Krillin who picked up the phone. "Hello?" came his voice.

"Hey, Krillin," Trunks started. "We found him." He had to wait a few minutes for Krillin to tell everyone in the room before actually responding to Trunks himself. "Don't worry, though. Gohan says it's nothing to worry about."

"Either that, or it's really good at masking it's energy," Gohan added, feeling a little angry Trunks assumed everything was okay. A moment passed and Trunks muttered a "yeah", "uh-huh", and even a "So?" Another moment passed and Trunks hung up his cell phone.

"Piccolo wants us to check it out, just in case. Do you still have the lock-on?"

Gohan nodded. "It's near the park." He began down the street, Trunks following him.

When they got to the park, they were shocked to see so many people. Gohan sighed in fustration, but Trunks remained calm. Gohan closed his eyes and searched in a smaller space. It was near the playplace, just standing in a spot. A parent watching their children, perhaps? A mother nursing her child? A father telling stories of how he grew up? When they got their, they realized no. Just children playing on the playground. And it was Reno watching them.

After Notes

It's not what you think!

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