Here is another chapter in my ongoing story about our favorite Demi-Saiya-jin. I'm hoping that you readers are enjoying this story. I enjoy writing them. This is the chapter where Gohan begins his training. I had to have Gohan be separated from the other DBZ characters because I had to have Gohan be able to develop his own character, so he had to sever his ties to his old life, at least for now. I own none of the DB/Z/GT properties. If I did, I would be a millionaire many times over, and I would be an adult. Those properties belong to Akira Toriyama. Now on with the show.

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Gohan woke up and found himself in a strange little cottage. Everything was a blur to him, especially his memories of the previous day. Then everything hit him like a sack of Chicago River bricks. He suddenly recalled the ass whooping he received from Moro the day before. He was just finishing getting up when a familiar face walked in.

"Ah, you're finally awake, my new student. Now, get some breakfast and put on your new gi. Your training begins today." The powerful warrior told the younger warrior.

"Wait, how come I'm sleeping in a hut? I thought we destroyed the hut yesterday during our spar. How did it get rebuilt so fast?" Gohan asked.

"Yesterday? You've been asleep for the last four days. I guess that I beat you harder than I thought. Also, I'm an excellent carpenter. That's one of the skills you learn while living on your own." Moro said to Gohan with a warm smile.

Gohan just looked at him curiously. This man puzzled him. How could somebody be that strong that he could knock Gohan out for four days? Now, this man was blowing it off like a schoolyard rumble. Gohan could not understand this guy, and he had known many complicated people, more specifically, his old master Piccolo.

"So, what's on the agenda for today, sensei?" Gohan asked his new alien teacher and master.

"Well, for starters, we're going to have breakfast, and then we're going out into the fields and I will teach you how to master the art of telepathy. That's the day in a nutshell, I'm afraid. Telepathy is something that takes a lot of time before it is mastered." Moro replied.

"Telepathy? I thought you were going to train me to be a warrior, not a psychic. Aren't we going to learn new attacks?" he said to the alien.

"First of all, my young student, a psychic is someone who can see into the future. A person who can read other people's thoughts is known as a telepath. Second of all, telepathy is very a important technique to acquire and master. It allows you to anticipate your opponent's next move before they make it. That gives you an advantage over them by allowing you to quickly think up a strategy to defeat them or todeflect the attack. Anyway, this session will be taxing enough on your body and mind, you won't be able to handle the physical training at this point." He said to Gohan.

Gohan just frowned at Moro, but shrugged and walked past his master, getting ready to eat.

"I'm sure I can handle it, master. I've faced tougher training sessions on Earth." He said with a bit of Vegeta-like arrogance in his voice.

Moro just smirked at his apprentice and had an inward chuckle.

'You may think that now, my little friend, but you will soon find out that you are very wrong. This will be one of the most intense training in your young life.' He thought to himself, without broadcasting it into Gohan's mind.

At this point, Gohan was inhaling his breakfast, which every Saiya-jin did with food at any meal. After he had eaten what was the equivalent of fifty-six full-course meals, but a medium breakfast for a Saiya-jin, Gohan went to the closet in his bedroom, and found a new pair of training gis laid out for him. It looked like his fathers old gi, only with black wristbands, boots and undershirt. The rest was dark blue. The uniform included Moro's symbol on the back. It also had a hole in the back.

'Strange, why would a hole be cut into the back of my training gi?' He asked himself in his mind.

As he was asking himself this question, something crept up and touched Gohan's right arm. It was furry. Gohan turned to his right side and discovered a brown monkey tail wagging there.

"AAAAGGHHH, MY TAIL'S BACK! How can it be? My tail was cut off years ago! How did it happen!" he screamed at the sight of his lost appendage.

Moro walked into the room investigating the scream.

"I see that you've found your tail." He said with a cheeky grin.

"How did this happen?" Gohan asked.

"Elementary, my dear Gohan, I regrew it for you. You see, Saiya-jins tails are one of the most important parts of their bodies, so they developed their own healing factors. When a Saiya-jins tail is cut off, they eventually heal and regrow. However, you haven't fully developed your Saiya-jin characteristics, so I had to help you." Moro replied matter-of-factly.

"Then how come my dad and Vegeta don't have their tails?" Gohan asked curiously.

"Well, by my guess, they either have it cut off every time it grows back, or they hide them under their clothes." His master replied.

"Hiding his tail doesn't sound like their style to me." Gohan said.

"Well then I would go with the first explanation." Moro replied.

Gohan smiled.

Moro smiled back.

Moro then clapped his hands together, and started rubbing them.

"Well, we had better get started on your telepathy training. No time like the present, I always say." He said with a look of excitement on his face.

The two warriors walked out of the room, and out of the house, towards a wide open field with many trees and a calm, gently flowing river in it. The two sat cross-legged, about a foot away from each other, preparing for the first official training session.

"Okay Gohan, the first thing to learning is learning to break your own mental barrier." The master said.

"Mental barrier?" Gohan asked with a little skepticism.

"Yes Gohan, you see everybody can have the ability to read others minds, including humans, but people are born with barriers within their subconscious that prevents this from happening. Most people are unaware of these barriers, so telepathy is not widely practiced." Moro finished.

"How am I supposed to break down my barriers? It sounds nearly impossible." Gohan said.

"Gohan, I'm surprised. I think that you, of all others, should know that nothing is impossible. Your battle with Cell should show you that." He said.

Gohan remembered that day like it was yesterday. The torture the Cell juniors inflicted on his friends. The incredible power he felt as he ascended to SSJ 2. The feel of dread when his father died and Cell returned more powerful than ever. What he remembered most was, besides the death of the man he admired and loved more than life itself, was the doubt in himself thinking that Cell was invincible. However, with his father's help, Gohan gathered enough power to destroy Cell, once and for all.

"Gohan, stay with me buddy. Don't space out on me now, kid." Moro said as he snapped his fingers, bringing Gohan back to reality.

"Oh, sorry there master." Gohan said as he did the famous Son grin.

"Okay Gohan, the first thing to do is focus your mind. Imagine that your mental barriers are tangible things. Then visualize those things are being destroyed. It's just that simple." He said.

Gohan closed his eyes and began to focus his mind. He visualized Cell, his mocking, ugly face gloating over the death of his father. He visualized himself forming a Kamehameha wave and blasting Cell with it. Every molecule was being blown away. Soon, Gohan heard a voice, then two voices, and then ten voices. Soon, Gohan was being overloaded with mental voices from all across the galaxy. It was a pain like Gohan never felt before. It was a searing pain in his skull that felt like a million drills pressing into him.

Gohan screamed like he had never screamed before. The sound carried for planets around.

"GOHAN, GOHAN! FOCUS! FOCUS ON MY MENTAL VOICE! Oh dear lord, I'll never reach him this way. I have to reach him telepathically. He focused his mind and started to find Gohan's inner voice.

'Gohan, are you there?' he asked

'AAHH! It hurts so badly!' the reply said.

'Gohan, Can you hear me? If you can, focus only on my voice. The pain, and the voices, will go away if you focus only on my telepathic voice.' Moro continued.

Gohan could hear his master's voice. It was very faint, but he could still hear it.

'Master, is that you?' he asked

'Yes it is. Now, I want you to focus only on my voice. Come on, do it.' Moro replied.

Gohan started to concentrate, and within minutes, the voices began to diminish until he heard only one.

'Gohan, can you hear me?' Moro asked.

'Yes, I can. I've got to learn to control my telepathy. It's more difficult than I anticipated.' Gohan said.

'I told you that it was a difficult ability to acquire. Maybe you'll learn to listen to me next time.' Moro said scoldingly.

Moro heaved a telepathic sigh.

"Okay, let's practice this again. We're going to practice this until we get this right.' He said.

The two warriors kept using telepathy for the next hour. Moro soon taught Gohan how to focus on others thoughts. Gohan soon adapted quickly to hearing only one other voice. He also learned how to keep his own thoughts from being heard, as well as hearing thoughts from far away. This went on for another week, until Gohan finally mastered the technique.

"Very good, Gohan. You learned this more quickly than I expected. It took me an entire month before I learned how to correctly apply telepathy. Now I think you're ready for the next lesson." Moro said with a tone of pride for his student in his voice.

"What's that?" Gohan asked.

"Instant Transmission." He said bluntly.

Gohan got up very carefully and faced his master.

"I'm ready."

Moro smirked as he prepared to commence the next lesson.

That's the latest chapter. I really hoped you liked it. Like getting reviews, so it would be nice if you reviewed this story, as well as my other stories The Hybrid Prophecy, Sailor Ion's Adventures or, if you haven't read it before, Titans and Futures. Read Titans and Futures before you read The Hybrid Prophecy. I don't accept flames, only compliments or constructive criticism. Also, check out my sister's stories, Love and Family, and Returning by: Sora-Mizu Duo. Anyway, until next time, I love you all, unless you're a fascist, racistor Nazi. Then I think you're an evil prick.