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A person is born with feelings of envy and hate. If he gives way to them, they will lead him to violence and crime, and any sense of loyalty and good faith will be abandoned.

Xun Kuang

Gohan always wondered why everything seemed to fall apart around him, there were times where the option to hang his gi up for good seemed like the best option...until they called for him again. He was the only one, he was the eldest one, He was tired.

Everytime he seemed to catch a break someone grabbed him by the puppet strings and made him move, stopping didn't help, getting injured was only a set back. Hey throw him a senzu bean he'll be good as new! Well screw that, he was tired of playing the hero, he wasn't his Dad nor was he Vegeta, he was Son Gohan.

A person...

He'd always be a saiyan. That was never up for debate, but he was also human he sought different things, he wished for something more beyond the thrill of battle...but that was the only time he truly felt alive! Fighting foes gave him a chance at doing something, being able to change the tides to his own, being able to be free...

He vaguely remembered the time he finally found out what a monster he could be, it was impowering such a feeling could never be replaced or replicated for it would pale in comparison.

Buu gave him a wide grin and tilted his head amused, "So you wanna fight Buu?" Gohan chuckled, the wind doing wonders for dramatic effect. He felt his saiyan side howl for vengance at what this over grown piece of bubble gum did to his family. "Fight you? no, I wanna kill you." The smug smile that graced his face similar to when he managed to make cell suffer for his transgressions.

It remained, however dormant it may be it always remained. His potential was limitless, him being part saiyan proved that so by releasing the beast from it's cage, they only made things worst. He spent years in domestic life trying to calm his hidden nature and not a day went by where he didn't want to rip that antennne off that pink blobs head.

Yes, that's right he doesn't stop trainning because he wants to, it's because if he doesn't he'll never stop and that monster he becomes won't ever stop. Hate is such a strong word, if said you have to feel very strongly about the subject or else nobody will beleive you. Gohan hated himself, there wasn't a day that went by where he didn't want to just isolate himself and be done with the world.

Gibberish and the soft cries of an infant pierced the air as he stood to his feet intent of finding the source of the noise, finally finding it he stared down solemly into the coal black eyes of his daughter...Pan.

This was the reason Gohan still tried, he picked her up as she snuggled into his chest happily acnkowleging her papa's presence, it was because of hope, the prospect of something better waiting out there just out of reach shrouded by the blood, and the violence that keeps appearing.

Pan squealed in happiness as her dad tickled her belly causing him to crack a smile that slowly turned into the familiar Son grin, to be Gohan you need only one thing to always beleive in no matter what and you'll never go wrong.

This time 11 year old Gohan turned on his friends at the Cell games before grinning evily as they could only look on in shock unable to fathom there friend would do something like this, as Goku looked on in confusion before looking at the gaping hole in his chest in horror, Cells imminent detonation forgotten in the wake of this unexpected betrayal...

To not be lost...

Future Gohan gave a hollow smile as he ignored the rain beating down upon his bruised scarred body flattening his unruly mane of hair, he looked at the unconsious form of Trunks with sorrow before turning away and flying off to face the androids. "Mom...Dad, Mr Piccolo...we'll be together soon, wait for me I promise it won't be long." He grinned a familiar grin and took off, no one seeing how broken his grin truly was.

To not give up...

6 year old Gohan cried in his room, books scattered around the room as he held his head maddness dancing in his eyes before he took one last look at his abusive math tutor happily conversing with his mother and leaping out the window. His family photo falling to the floor shattering the noise startling those still there.

There were so many different outcomes to his life that just ate at his soul, what if's weren't just thoughts they were also truths. Parrallel to what the world is now, it's what could have been but he wasn't them, he was just...Gohan

To be Son Gohan you needed to have faith in yourself, in your situation, in those around you. It may not be perfect, hell it may not even be worth it, but he was gonna be himself throughout it all, not what this world wanted him to be.

Hope is what made Son Gohan the person he is and always would be.

A/N Alot more depth into the mentality of Gohan here, as you can see Gohan knows he could do more bad then good if he just...let's go. Much like Goku back on Namek, he has little restraint when it comes to his agression, which is why he tries to Peter Parker or Clark Kent himself and be as mild mannered as possible. As i've said before Gohan is messed up, but honestly be truthful in his situation who wouldn't be?

Until Next Time Bossbrat Out