Here it is, the new chapter in the ever popular Trials of the Mystic Warrior. I'm so glad that this story is popular. DBZ is one of my favorite cartoons of all time. I truly hope that you are enjoying this story. I work hard on all of my stories, but apparently, this is the story that my fans truly desire for me to go on with. Well, now that my long-winded speech is over, I have only three things left to say. One: please give more reviews. I get hundreds of hits, but only five reviews. Two: NO FLAMES! Three: I own none of the DBZ characters. I own only the character Moro and other original characters I plan to use. And now on with the show.
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"Very well then, let us begin" Moro said to his pupil with a small smirk. "Now, I must warn you, Instant Transmission is one of the most difficult techniques. While telepathy can attack your mind, Instant transmission, if done incorrectly, can damage your very molecular structure." He said with a stern expression.
Gohan was listening intently but, while he understood the potential danger this venture implied, he wanted to master the technique. If he could master it, incidents like what occurred at the Cell Games would never happen again.
It would also make the young demi-Saiya-jin feel closer to his fallen father. If he could master the technique his father learned on Yardrat (is that right?), he would feel more like his hero father, instead of like the miserable failure he felt like.
"Okay, let's start." Gohan said.
"Very well, first, you must step over there." He said, pointing to a place in the middle of the field.
"Why can't I stand here, near you? I mean, you are the one who's teaching me all of this stuff." Gohan replied with a strong sense of curiosity.
"If you stand to close to me while you're practicing this technique, there is a strong possibility that my molecules could be caught up during the process. That could cause an infinite number of problems, such as my molecules could be lost, or they could be mixed with yours. Loss of my molecules would end with my very demise." His master said with a grave sense of wisdom and importance.
"Okay, I get the point, I'll go stand over there." He said with slight annoyance.
"Good boy." Moro said.
When Gohan had set himself into place, he stood as still as a stone. Moro faced him from a point of six feet away from his young protégé. However, before he could continue, he was interrupted by the voice of the demi-Saiya-jin.
"One moment, master. I have one more question." Gohan said.
Moro simply groaned, as he wanted to get this over with. However, if he wanted to get this done faster, he would simply have to answer and so he did.
"Very well Gohan, ask away." He said with a forced smile.
"You know sensei, if you didn't want to answer my question, you could have simply said it could wait until later." Gohan said, offended and irritated. Here were those moments where Gohan could not stand Moro, and this was one of them.
"Gohan, I don't want to start an argument, so just ask your question, and we can get started." Moro said, with a growing sense of desiring to strangle his pupil.
"Master, this can wait for later, so let's just start the latest lesson." Gohan said, having a feeling of mischief, because he wanted to get farther under his new sensei's skin.
"GOHAN, JUST ASK YOUR DAMN QUESTION!" Moro shouted. He suddenly realized what had just occurred. 'Oh, so he likes to play those kinds of games, well I guess I'll just have to be prepared next time.' He thought to himself.
"Master, are you alright?" Gohan said with much fear in his voice, seeing the havoc was much more than what Gohan had anticipated. This caused his voice to register as just above a little squeak.
Moro suddenly returned to reality and heard what was said.
"I'm sorry for shouting Gohan, but I really want to get the lesson and I didn't want any interruptions. However, my shouting at you doesn't help the matter any. So, what is your question?" Moro said with a repentant sigh.
Gohan began to rock back and forth with pure anxiety. Finally, he took a deep breath before beginning.
"When I was back on Earth, and my father returned from his journey in space after Old Namek exploded, he performed the Instant Transmission technique, and I was only, at most, six inches away from him. So with that in mind, how come my molecular wasn't scrambled when I was around him?" he asked.
Moro simply stood there, with a deep face that showed that he was deep in thought. A moment later, his expression changed to one of deep questioning.
"Gohan, how long was your father gone in space?" he asked curiously.
Now it was Gohan's turn to look deep in thought.
"By my guess, it was about six months to a year." Gohan said with a look of memory strain.
"Well, if that's the case, then I'm not surprised that your father could accomplish that feat without harming anybody. In that span of time, if the warrior is a competent or powerful one, this technique can easily be mastered. If he did cause anybody harm, I would be very surprised." He said with a confident air about it.
Gohan took a deep breath, forcing the tension out. It was very good to have that answered, having quelled his sensei's fury.
"Thank you sensei." Gohan said with true gratitude.
"You're welcome, but the time has come to start our latest lesson on Instant transmission. We have to get past this if you are to have any chances of advancing further. Now, let us begin. First, I am going to tell you on how to accomplish this task. This takes a load of concentration, so listen to me very carefully. Instant Transmission is basically a form of superspeed. Now, the first thing to do put your first two fingers to your forehead. From there, we can begin." Moro said sternly.
Gohan then did as he was told and put his index and middle fingers to his forehead.
"Okay, what's the next thing to do sensei?" Gohan asked in his best student-like tone, the same he would use with Piccolo in the old days.
"The next step is to concentrate your ki. Then you have to increase your ki's speed, like you do when you're preparing a ki blast. When you do, place your ki within your molecules. That speeds up your molecules, and when you concentrate on a certain location, you will travel at near light speed to that location. Simple enough isn't it?" he asked his pupil.
"Yeah, it sounds simple enough. Okay, here I go. Wish me luck." Gohan said.
'I don't think you will need it if my guess proves right.' Moro thought to himself, without letting his thought drift into Gohan's mind.
Gohan soon began to concentrate on his ki, and he began to glow with a golden aura. He then began to feel a strange sensation, but the strange sensation began to become painful. He wasn't going anywhere. It then became so extremely painful, that his body could no longer stand it. This was just as painful as the telepathy lessons, but it didn't just hurt his head, but his entire body. It felt like his whole was being dissolved in sulfuric acid. It was a pain that would even have the mighty Prince of the Saiya-jins on his hands and knees, begging for the pain to cease. With that in mind, Gohan could no longer stand this torture and fell unconscious.
Darkness. That is all Gohan could see. For what seemed like an eternity, darkness surrounded him and bombarded his senses. However, a sound was heard inside his head. It sounded like a voice, an intangible voice in his head. Soon, he could only hear that single voice inside his head.
'Get up.' It kept saying to him. It was quiet but forceful.
'Open your eyes, Look at me.' It said with such a force Gohan could not ignore it. He opened and saw that his master Moro was sitting in a wooden chair. They were back in the cottage.
"What am I doing back here in the cottage?" he asked the wise man.
"You collapsed while you were performing the Instant Transmission. I could sense that you were in extreme pain. What went wrong?" Moro asked.
"I don't know. I did everything you told me. I concentrated and sped up my ki and I was about to travel at near light speed when the pain began to settle in. I couldn't stand it. It was pain that far more extreme than what I experienced when I began practicing telepathy." He said with a look of horror on his face at the very memory.
He turned to face his master, who looked to be pondering something deeply.
"Were you concentrating on a certain location?" he asked
"Um…I don't think I was." He answered sheepishly.
"I think I just solved the whole problem. If you don't concentrate on a location, then the technique turns on you. It focuses on you, and wants to move your energy molecules to outside of you, where your physical molecules are, but as you already know; two things cannot occupy the same space at the same time. Physics dictates that to us. With that in mind, your energy began to dissolve your body in order to move itself there. You cannot forget that last step, my young pupil." He said with a stern, but caring voice and face.
Gohan simply looked at his feet in embarrassment.
'How am I supposed to be a better warrior if I keep on the simplest fucking mistakes? I am a complete failure.' Gohan thought to himself.
Moro frowned and then slapped Gohan.
"Gohan, never think like that again! You are not, never have been, and never will be, a failure. Just because you made a mistake during training doesn't equal failure. It just means you have to practice. Also, you only awoke two days after you passed down from the pain. It took me over two weeks to recover from that when I was learning this. Don't let others opinions bring you down. You are above that, now act like it." He said sternly, but lovingly.
Gohan simply looked up at his master with tears in his eyes, not of pain, but of pure joy, and of love. It was the type of love he felt towards his father, or to Piccolo. Nobody else, beides those two and his mother,made Gohan feel that way. Gohan ran up to his master and hugged him with all of his heart.
"Thank you sensei. This is the best that I've felt in a long time." He said before a few more tears ran down his cheek.
"Your welcome, but I think that's enough training for the past two days. I think it's time you head up to bed. Tomorrow we'll try again. Good night Gohan." He said as he motioned Gohan towards his bedroom.
Gohan turned to his master and smiled a small, but very distinct, smile.
"Good night. Don't worry; I'll get better at this. I'm going to be the best student you've ever had." He said with joy as he headed for bed.
Moro smiled and thought to himself
'Don't worry Gohan. Not only are you going to be the best student, but also the greatest warrior ever. I'll make sure that the half-breed savior rises to the challenge.' He thought as he sat down to rest for the night.
Well, there you go. I hoped you liked it. I love writing. Being a comics artist means also being a writer. You've got to imagine the scenery and setting placed before you, as well as the characters. I hoped I've brought a little more joy into the world. Although I am skeptical and a little bit jaded, I believe that if people believe, they can achieve anything. It's the lack of faith that's making me wonder about mankind's future. We can change, but people are not willing to change, or to even believe that they change. That's pissing me off. I believe that a cynic is merely a disappointed optimist.
Sorry about the rant and the schmaltz, I needed to get that out. Thank you to all who read and review this fanfiction. PLEASE REVIEW! I'm getting really lonely, with only the leprechauns as my friends, but they tell me to do things, bad things. See ya next time and always remember one thing: "It's not stupid, it's advanced." TT for then, Ta Ta for now.