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CHAPTER FOUR:
Gohan was asleep, tossing and turning in his nightmares. His forehead was drenched in sweat, the covers tangled around his legs and partially on the floor in a messy pile. He was having a nightmare about Goku. The half-Saiyan growled in his sleep, eyes shut tightly. Unknown to him at the time, he was squeezing his palms hard enough with his nails that blood was seeping out in between his fingers.
Who are you? Gohan demanded in his dream, stepping back as Goku approached. The Goku in his dream gave his Gohan a confused expression.
"What?" Goku said, his voice echoing in the void of Gohan's dream. "Piccolo is getting me to contact you."
"Who's Piccolo?" Gohan snarled. "Who are you? Are you Son Goku?"
"Yes, I-"
"Then I have to kill you." Gohan lunged forwards, yelling as he powered up to a Super Saiyan. His palm-tree-like hair spiked up, only one rebellious streak obeying the laws of gravity. He threw a punch at Goku, but his father dodged to the left. Gohan spun quickly, hooking his left heel around Goku's side and throwing the older Saiyan to the ground.
As Gohan charged for the second round, Goku disappeared.
The half-Saiyan woke up, gasping for breath. He soon relaxed his hands, thinking about his dream. Was it a dream, or was it reality? he wondered, brows furrowed.
~DBZ~
Goku soon woke up from the meditative state he had been in while contacting Gohan.
"Did it go well?" Piccolo's gruff voice asked, glaring sideways at the Saiyan.
"N-Not really." Goku said. He allowed his hands to drift to the ground, staring at his palms. "Gohan attacked me and didn't recognize me at all." Goku's voice was hard, a frown etched on his face.
"This isn't good. We need to train faster." Piccolo's eyes widened, then narrowed as his body filled with the determination to protect the half-Saiyan child he loved so dearly. "We have to get Gohan back."
"I agree, Piccolo." Goku stood up, readying his fists for the coming fight. Goku took his stance, legs wide apart and hands defending his face and middle. Piccolo flew at him, and Goku blocked the initial blow. Goku threw his block forwards, his fists hitting Piccolo's chest. Piccolo leaned back and kicked Goku in the chin, spinning backwards.
Goku stumbled, losing his balance. He looked up to see Piccolo flying at him. Goku crouched downwards, Piccolo flying over his head, and drop-kicked his friend into the ground. Goku fired an energy blast at Piccolo's form on the ground.
The Namekian looked up, forming a block. The blast receded, and Goku phased into space behind the blast, his fist extended. He lunged towards Piccolo's face, palm glowing with his Ki blast.
Piccolo's eyes widened as Goku's hand appeared an inch from his face, glowing blue. The Ki blast exploded right in Piccolo's face, leaving the Namekian no time to dodge the clever attack.
Goku stood in his stance, waiting for the Namekian to bounce back. Piccolo had flown backwards into and destroyed a small mountain. Goku grinned crookedly. There's going to be hell to pay for this one. he chuckled, shaking his head. Piccolo's gonna be so mad!
Goku focused, his senses on high alert. Piccolo flew out of the rubble of the mountain, roaring in anger. The Namekian powered up, a white aura surrounding his whole body. Piccolo turned his murderous gaze on Goku and flew towards the Saiyan, faster than the human eye could see.
We're done with the warmups. Piccolo thought, his fist extended and heading for a collision course with Goku's face. The Saiyan ducked, and Piccolo flipped over him, kicking Goku in the back and knocking him down.
"Serves you right!" Piccolo growled as Goku face-planted. Piccolo took advantage of the situation, and his foot came down hard on Goku's spine. The Saiyan groaned as the earth broke around him, under the force of Piccolo's blow.
Piccolo smirked, raising one of his nonexistent eyebrows. So this is how Goku fights? Pathetic. Piccolo kicked Goku away from him, then put two fingers to his forehead to charge up a Special Beam Cannon. As Goku pulled himself to his feet, Piccolo had charged his attack.
"Special Beam... Cannon!" Piccolo yelled, extending his two fingers towards Goku. The Saiyan's eyes widened as he desperately dodged, faster than the speed of light. He hit the ground and covered his head with his hands as the Ki drill-like attack blew a whole mountain into bits. Phew! Glad that wasn't me. Goku looked behind him, distracted for a moment. Piccolo, again, took advantage and kicked Goku right in the face.
Goku grinned, the classic Son grin as he wiped the blood off of his face. It had been trickling from his mouth, courtesy of Piccolo.
"Thanks, Piccolo. Haven't had a whopper like that in a while." Goku smirked, raising an actual eyebrow at his friend.
"Yeah, yeah. Now shut up and start fighting like a real man." Piccolo smirked, his confident attitude coming off in waves.
"That's more like it!" Goku grinned, charging his friend.
~DBZ~
Gohan was kicking and punching in the training room. He swung his leg to the left, sweat dripping off his face as a shockwave spiked through the air. Gohan floated back down to the ground, exhausted. He had long since gotten rid of his shirt, and was in gi pants.
Gohan sat on the floor, downing a water bottle in one go. He had spent one year here... Gohan had arrived when he was eleven years old. Now he was twelve. Today is my birthday.
Gohan shook his head – he had to train to defeat Son Goku and Hercule Satan. Erai had worked her magic, and had tampered with the young half-Saiyan's memories. Gohan now had no memory of his parents – he only saw Chi-Chi and Goku as enemies.
Gohan looked over at the wide oak door as it swung open.
"Gohan?" it was Videl. She peeked her head into the room, her ebony black hair out of it's usual pigtails. She had wavy, curly-ish black hair that cascaded a couple inches below her shoulder. Her big blue eyes blinked at Gohan, taking in his sweaty appearance.
"Yeah?" Gohan tilted his head in confusion, unsure of what the growing blush on her face meant. Gohan looked down at himself, taking in his well-defined, muscled chest. Gohan just shrugged. Girls are so weird. I don't get what she's blushing about.
~DBZ~
Videl cleared her throat, distracted by Gohan shirtless.
"Ahem. Anyways." she said, trying to cover her face. "Erai wants you to come into the main dining hall." she said, leaving the door wide open. Videl ran from the room as soon as she was out of Gohan's view.
Like what you see, Videl? the girl shook her head. No, I can't like Gohan. He's just a friend! she was determined to tell herself that she didn't have an attraction to the half-Saiyan boy, but she couldn't deny her own heart.
~DBZ~
Gohan shrugged, wondering what that whole exchange was about. He got up, and put on a clean shirt. Gohan exited the training room, stretching his arms as he walked. He entered the main dining room, and blinked as his eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. Wonder what this is all about. Why tell me to come here and then leave the lights off? Are they actually here?
The young half-Saiyan shrugged again and decided to leave. As he was leaving the room, Videl jumped out from the shadows and tackled Gohan.
"Gotcha!" she cried, grabbing his neck and crashing straight into him. With her light weight and his enhanced strength, he wasn't fazed or knocked over. Gohan merely shifted his weight and blinked at her.
"Videl? Is everything okay? You've been acting really weird lately." Gohan said, worried.
"I'm fine." Videl rolled her eyes, letting Gohan go. "Happy birthday!" she cried, grinning and clasping her hands together.
Erai smiled as she flipped on the lights – a huge cake was in the middle of the table. It was a blue colour, with golden lightning bolts. Golden icing adorned the three-layered cake.
"Oh, wow! Thanks!" Gohan was shocked. I didn't know that Erai and Videl knew it was birthday! How did they figure it out? I didn't tell anyone...
"How'd you know it was my birthday?" Gohan asked, curious. He tilted his head to the side, shifting his weight again.
"I know everything about you, Gohan. You are twelve years old now." Erai nodded, putting her delicate hand on Gohan's shoulder. "Have a happy birthday, Gohan."
"Wow, thanks!" Gohan grinned happily, giving Videl and Erai a hug. He took a seat at the huge table, smiling like there was no tomorrow. Gohan picked up a knife and fork, already licking his lips in anticipation of the delicious cake.
"I made the cake myself!" Videl said proudly. "Erai helped with the decorations, of course, but it took such a long time to make." the fiery raven-haired warrior fixed Gohan with a glare. "You better eat it all!"
"Oh, don't worry, Videl." Gohan fidgeted nervously as his best friend and mentor took a seat at the table. "I plan on eating it... and sharing it!" Gohan grabbed a large knife and spun it expertly. He sliced the top layer of the cake into eighths, grinning at his perfect measures.
"There we go!" Gohan continued grinning, his face beginning to hurt from smiling so widely. He served Erai and Videl a piece, before taking one for himself. So... good... Gohan groaned with his first bite, slouching in his seat.
"Videl... you completely outdid yourself." he said. "This is delicious! Probably the best cake I've ever had." Gohan licked his lips before abandoning his utensils and just cramming his cake slice in his mouth. He now grabbed the rest of the top layer, eating like the black hole he was.
Food chunks were flying everywhere, as Videl broke into a fit of laughter. The young girl fell out of her chair and rolled around on the floor, looking up only to see Gohan with his face almost completely covered in icing. It wasn't as funny, however, when a piece of cake flew out of Gohan's hands and hit Videl dead-on in the face.
Everyone froze.
Gohan had a look of pure horror on his face, the blood draining from his face instantly. I am so dead. he thought. Crap.
Videl froze, the cake piece sliding off her face. She looked up at Gohan with murder in her eyes. The boy noticeably gulped. Videl suddenly grinned when an idea came to her – she grabbed a piece of cake and launched it at Gohan, hitting the half-Saiyan's forehead and sending him and his chair down to the floor. Videl started laughing again as Gohan grabbed his own piece of cake... and the birthday cake war started.
Videl threw a piece at him, which he dodged. He phased out of sight, appearing in front of Videl and slamming the piece right into her face. However, she was ready for him and had dumped the whole punch bowl over his head.
Both pre-teens stumbled away from each other, one sopping wet with punch-smelling hair, and the other with cake all over her face.
Erai smiled herself. This will only strength their bond. This will ensure that Son Goku and Hercule Satan meet their demise. I would prepare myself, vile beings, for in two years time, Gohan and Videl will strike. You will die. Erai cackled to herself, hiding her violent nature from the children under her control. Prepare yourselves!
~DBZ~
Vegeta was holding a two-year-old Trunks, his arms extended. He held the baby by his armpits, thrusting the child as far away from him as possible.
"W...What is the meaning of this?!" the prince of all Saiyans demanded, glaring daggers at Bulma. The blue-haired beauty was on the other side of the kitchen, making a cup of coffee.
"I'm busy, that's what the meaning is." Bulma snapped, fixing Vegeta with one of her special glares. She finished making her coffee, grabbing the cup and sitting down at the table.
"We have a whole new project in the Research and Development center. I have to oversee it, make sure it all goes according to plan. It's a huge job. I'm busy – so is Dad, so he can't take care of Trunks. Mom is at a party with some of her friends. Everyone is just busy right now. And Chi-Chi can't babysit him – she has to take care of Goten!" Bulma explained, her voice rising with every word. "So you're just going to have to put up with your son for a couple hours!" there were dark circles under Bulma's eyes, signifying her lack of sleep. She looked tired and sickly.
Vegeta gave his wife an analyzing glance.
"Fine." he snapped. Truth be told, he was worried about her. She hadn't been getting enough sleep, and he had noticed her lack of patience lately. I will care for the child, but only until that ridiculous mother of Bulma's comes home. he thought.
~DBZ~
In a small house in the 439 Mountain Area, Chi-Chi was alone, taking care of her second son. She was changing his diaper while sighing softly.
"Please, come home safe, Goku." Chi-Chi looked up at at the sky through the ceiling, her eyes filling with tears. "And bring Gohan with you... Goten and I need you."
~Goten has been born! In two years, Gohan and Videl will return to Earth to destroy their fathers. Can anyone stand in their way, or are Goku and Hercule doomed? Find out, next time!~
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Yukikun:
Again, thank you for reviewing! These reviews make me truly feel like I'm doing something right, which keeps me going!
SuperSonicBros123:
Thanks for reviewing! Gohan's form is not the SSGSS - as you'll notice, Gohan's aura comes in waves instead of the electric-look of the SSGSS. His aura has a gentle feel to it - that's what I was aiming for. Also, Gohan's form has golden eyes and a darker colour of blue. Sorry for the confusion! I'm still trying to come up with a name for his new form, but it has to do with the true harmony of Gohan's human and Saiyan sides. For once in his life, they are at complete ease - he is not too afraid, but not too arrogant. Balance. Something to do with the words "Balance" or "Harmony". Any suggestions?