One week passed since the incident with the creature.
Everyone's lives had since returned to normal.
Soon that would all change...
"Gohan! Could you wash the dishes for me?" Chi-chi called down the stairs.
She had caught a small cold,and because of it she had spent the past three days in bed. Goku had gone to Capsule Corp for the medicane, leaving just Gohan and Chi-chi in the house.
Gohan stopped his push-ups and proceeded to the kitchen. He wasn't particularily accustomed to doing household chores such as this, but he figured it was better than letting junk anddirty dishes pile up in the kitchen.
Gohan took the dish rag from the faucet and began to scrub the dishes. He finished one dish, and then set it aside. Gohan's mind began to wander as his hands became adjusted to the motions of his duty. He gazed wishfully out the window. He set another dish aside. Gohan wistfully watched the birds swoop past the window to gobble up the flies hovering there. Gohan set aside the other dish. Gohan had barely begun his mental dissection of the birds wings when
"Ow!"
Gohan had been so caught up in his bird watching that he'd failed to notice that he'd grabbed the steak knife out of the soapy water. He'd accidentily sliced the last digit of his index finger wide open. Gohan looked at the cut. He saw the small stream of crimson blood slide down his finger. He'd never realized just how fascinating blood was. So smooth. So precious.
Gohan, unable to stop himself, licked up his finger; catching the stream of blood running down his finger.
He lifted his head, shut his eyes, and shuddered in pure ecstasy.
"...so delicious." He whispered.
Returning to the wound Gohan lapped up the rest of the blood dripping from the cut. Within minutes it began to clot, ending Gohan's feeding. Gohan braced himself against the sink with his palms, shuddering. He couldn't believe what he had just done. Drinking blood was disgusting! But, then, why had he enjoyed it so much?
"Because you are special." Whispered a voice.
Gohan, startled, looked around. The voice seemed to come from everywhere, and yet came from nowhere.
"Who are you?" Gohan nervously asked.
"My dear boy, that is not important right now. What is important is your gift."
"My gift?"
"Yes. You see my dear boy, you have exactly the blood type needed to keep me alive."
"Keep you alive! Who are you! What are you!"
"Hush! Hush! You needent worry yourself over this. Your half-saiyan side has simply paid off for you. You now have the power to grow stronger as you sleep."
"As I sleep? If this is some form of new power, then why am I hearing a disembodied voice?"
"This is simply...an upgrade if you will. Before you were only able to match your opponents blows. I am just an extremely heightened version of that sense. You will be able to see what your oppent will do the instant they do."
"Really?"
"Yes. And if you grow strong enough, you will be able to know what your oppenent will do even before they decide."
"Wow..."
"But, don't tell anyone about me."
"Why not?"
"Do you really want someone to become jealous of you? Do you really want someone trying to take me away from you?"
"No!"
"Then don't tell a soul about us. Now you just sit backand let me do all the work."
Gohan nodded his head in agreement.
The rest of the day passed without incident. Before long it was Gohan's curfew.
"I can't wait to see how much stronger I am in the morning." Gohan thought gleefully as he covered himself with warm blankets.
In the darkened room, a disembodied voice began to laugh.