Well, here's another chapter of my story for you lucky people who read my fic. I love each and every one of you, in a platonic manner of course. I hope you enjoy this next piece to the tale. This is where I start to develop the more personal side of our favorite demi-Saiya-jin. Remember, I own none of the characters in DBZ except for the people and things I create from my own demented mind. Also, recall that I don't allow flames in reviews, but if you have constructive criticisms, please submit them. Now, one for the money, two for the show, three to make ready, and four to...

God strikes him with lightning

"Go" all burned up as I puff out smoke.

A large black shape was launching itself at Gohan, moving itself far beyond Gohan's ability to sense its presence. Before he knew it, a giant slash ripped him across his face. Gohan was knocked, but made his way back on his feet. Gohan took his right hand and felt his face. It stung and he pulled it away. His hand was completely covered in blood. Gohan simply sighed.

'How am I supposed to beat this Chernazon guy if I can't even touch him? I'm just not cut out to be the savior of the entire universe. That was always Dad's job. Damn it all dad, why do you always leave me with all of this responsibility? It's just not…' Gohan was thinking before a knee was lodged right into his groin.

Gohan clutched that especially sensitive area, which was the only place in the Saiya-jin anatomy that was more sensitive than the tail, and screamed in agony. The figure stopped and looked at the balled-up demi-saiya-jin. It then smiled a wicked smile and laughed evilly.

"So, this is the mighty half-breed reincarnation of Jortyl is it? You're pathetic, typical of a Shenaian piece of Ghandas scum like Jortyl. It would insult me if it wasn't so damn funny. I'm not surprised that your father abandoned you. You are a pathetic excuse for a warrior and for a creation of Ereru. And I'm not the only one who thinks so." He said with an evil grin that sent shivers down Gohan's spine. Suddenly, more figures appeared, walking through the fog that surrounded them. It was the figures of his father, mother, and all of those he left behind on Earth.

They soon began chanting and pointing at Gohan.

"Failure, Failure, Failure, Failure, Failure…" they said over and over again.

Gohan just sat there for a moment and hung his head. Soon, he lifted his head and screamed.

"NOOOOOOO!!!!" he screamed

End Dream Sequence

Gohan shot straight up in his bed and began breathing heavily. He soon heard another scream. He looked around his room and saw a beautiful young maiden standing at the edge of his bed.

"Oh, I'm very sorry to have disturbed you, master Gohan." She said in a very meek voice, putting up her arms as a shield.

Gohan blinked twice and just sat there, mouth agape. He began to study her features. She was very beautiful to anybody with eyes. She had beautiful violet eyes, which Gohan could stare into forever. She had pale blue skin, with long, dark green hair that stretched all the way to her butt. She had a body that seemed to have been sculpted by the creator himself. She had long pointy ears very much like Moro and Piccolo. To top it all off, she was wearing a very alluring outfit. It was very much like the slave girl outfits of yore, but much shorter. Gohan couldn't speak.

The girl just eyed him with a strange glance.

"Master Gohan, are you alright? You look quite a bit ill. I shall go get Master Moro for you. He has a cure for anything you might have." She said as she began to get up.

"No, No miss, that won't be necessary. I'm quite alright. I was just… distracted for a second. I'm not sick. I was just wondering… what is your name?" he asked in a quiet tone.

The girl simply stood there, looking at him as if he had just asked her to sleep with him.

"My name? Well my name is… well nobody besides the staff has asked me that before. I didn't expect any of those I serve to ask that. Well I'm called… Jemla. I'm one of the servants who work for Master Moro." She said with some hesitance.

"Jemla is it? That's a very beautiful name." he said very sweetly.

Jemla simply blushed

"Thank you sir, but I must return to my living quarters. Servants are not meant to be seen. I just hope I'm not punished too severely for this." She said with a little hint of fear in her voice.

Gohan eyed her curiously.

"Why would they punish you?" he asked.

"It's a rule of servitude. That's why you've never seen us before while you've been here before. We try to make ourselves scarce as to not disturb you with your training with Master Moro." She replied meekly. "Now I really must go. Goodbye, Master Gohan." she said as she left the room.

Gohan watched her, entranced by this foreign beauty. His heart was beating like a wild drum, while his stomach was turning itself into fantastic knots. Before he knew it, he smelled an intoxicating aroma. He couldn't quite detect what it smelled like, but he knew that it came from Jemla. However, these feelings and sensations were new to the young half-breed. He had never felt this way around girls before. It was a complete mystery to him. However, Gohan could wait until morning to ask Sensei.

The next morning, Gohan awoke to such wonderful smells, he knew it was breakfast. He came down the stairs and saw another wonderful meal laid out on the table. There were fried bilderfols, makels, jadserfs, and other delectable treats he had come to love. It was another hearty breakfast for another hearty day of training.

Gohan made his way to the table, all dressed up in his traditional gi, ready to devour the whole table of food. Soon, Moro came in, fresh from his morning five thousand mile run he goes on everyday, and joined his young pupil. He smiled at Gohan, who was inhaling the food on the table.

"How are you doing this morning Gohan, and remember to not speak while you're eating. I don't like being covered in food, like last time." He said with a wry smile.

Gohan simply put his hand behind his head and did the famous Son grin. Then, he swallowed his food and faced his sensei in all seriousness.

"Actually Sensei, I've been meaning to ask you some questions." He said.

Moro arched an eyebrow in curiosity.

"Go ahead." He replied.

Gohan sighed and went on with his story.

"Well, I awoke during the middle of the night after another one of my recurring nightmares, and there stood one of servant girls, named Jemla, and some funny feelings were aroused. They weren't bad in a sense, just foreign to me. I've never felt this way before. I was wondering if you could tell me about these new sensations. I smell things that I could never pick up before. What's happening to me?" he said with pleading look about him.

Moro simply smiled a warm smile and put his hand on Gohan's shoulder.

"Gohan, you're going through a wonderful, but possibly dangerous, stage in your life. To Saiya-jins, this is known as Kharnelg, or "the development stage". On Earth, this is called puberty." He said.

Gohan eyed him with a look of skepticism.

"I'm basically saying that you're growing up, and getting closer to being an adult. With this come new and wondrous sensations. You will be developing your Saiya-jin instincts at this point. Being a demi-saiya-jin, you have mostly been living with human instincts, with your saiya-jin instincts only occasionally acting up in times of dire peril. However, with this next stage of development, you'll begin to act much more like the people of Vegeta-sei. I'll explain more of this later. However, I think you should go to Jemla later tonight and ask her out. Tell the servants that it's okay by me for her, or anybody else for that matter, to associate with any of us. I've just told them not to disturb us while we are training, unless it was of utmost importance. I guess they took that order a little too far. Anyway, go to her tonight, after training, and be with her, and see what your instincts say." He said with a warm, fatherly voice.

Gohan smiled and said he would. Moro slapped him on the back and said something to the effect of "You go tiger".

Once breakfast was finished, Moro stood up and looked at Gohan with a little smirk.

"Alright, enough of the talk, let's get to training." He said evilly.

Gohan returned the smirk and they both flew out the door to commence with the training. However, Gohan couldn't wait until that night when he could see that beautiful maiden again.

Okay, now to explain a few things

A Ghanda is an animal from around the star system where Xanthar is located. It is very much like a llama, except it has a hump like camel, with white fur, three eyes, and four tails.

Ereru is the creator, the highest deity in my universe.

Makels are like pancakes, except they are green and much sweeter.

Jadserf is basically their version of bacon, except cooked in healthier oils as to not clog up their arteries.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this latest chapter. I'm sorry it's so short, and that it's just filler, but I have plans for the next chapter, which will be about Gohan's first date. I have big plans for Gohan/Jemla, but to find out what they are, you'll just have to stay tune for further installments. I hope all of you had a Merry Christmas or a Happy Holiday season. I wish all of you a Happy New Year. Let's make this coming year better than this one was.

Remember: Santa lives on… in space, gathering power in order to destroy us all.