Dragonball Z
Gohan: Protector of Earth
Disclaimer:This is a Dragonball z fanfiction. I do not own or in anyway profit from Dragonball z or any of the characters in this story. This fic centers on Gohan, and begins right after the cell games. It is an AU, and reviews are welcome and much appreciated.
Fury of Thunder: West City changed names after the Cell Games to honor Hercule. Capsule Corp and the high school are in the same city. Sorry if it was a bit confusing.
dbzfan952: Sorry if I didn't mention it but Gohan is wearing the same clothes from the anime. If I don't mention something specifically assume it's the same as the anime.
Chapter 6:
After the bank robbery that occurred on Gohan's first day of school, he decided he needed some kind of disguise so people wouldn't recognize him. During his first weekend break from school, Gohan flew over to Capsule Corporation to see if Bulma could make him some kind of disguise. Gohan found Bulma reading a magazine in the living room and explained to her his situation along with some of the events that transpired on his first day of school.
"So you want something to wear so that nobody would recognize you the next time you fight crime," Bulma asked.
"Yea, I want to be able to fight crime without being recognized. I don't want people coming up to me in class asking me how I can dodge bullets and fly."
"Well you could always not fight crime you know. You could try to pick up some other hobbies."
"As soon as there's no more crime in the city, I'll be more than happy to find a new hobby. But unfortunately I don't think that will happen for a while."
"Hmm, like father like son I guess," said Bulma. "Okay, this shouldn't be a problem. I'll make you a disguise; it shouldn't take too long either."
"Thanks Bulma, you're really helping me out. Hey do you know where Trunks is, I might as well hang out with him until you're done."
"Last time I checked he was in the gravity room training with Vegeta. As Vegeta says, if you're old enough to walk then you're old enough to train."
"Well that sounds like something Vegeta would say. I hope he's not going too hard on Trunks in there."
"I wouldn't worry about that. Trunks can handle himself fine. It's not his first time in there."
Gohan headed over to the gravity room to see Trunks and Vegeta. He had been to the room so many times before he knew it by heart at this point. Gohan had finished his studies of the saiyan heritage a couple of years ago under Vegeta. He learned all of the myths and history, and was even able to speak the original saiyan language fairly fluently. He still practiced it to this day to make sure he never forgot it. They had continued their daily sparring sessions up until Gohan had started high school just a few days ago. Vegeta was very upset that Gohan had stopped the sparring sessions; he didn't think that school was important for a saiyan warrior.
Vegeta had increased his strength substantially over the past six years through the many hours he spent training each day although he was still not as strong as Gohan. When they usually sparred Gohan would not go all out as Vegeta did giving Vegeta the impression they were nearly equal in strength. Vegeta was able to reach the second transformation nearly a year ago as well which had caused him to temper his training a bit. Vegeta did not know there was a third transformation or that Gohan had achieved it; Gohan knew it was better that Vegeta didn't know otherwise he would just be hostile towards him. For the first time since Gohan had met Vegeta, Vegeta did not train to achieve a level of super saiyan but rather he trained purely for the joy of training. For as much as Vegeta knew, he and Gohan were about equal in strength. As Gohan approached the Gravity room he saw Trunk standing in front of a mirror, wiping the sweat off his face with a towel.
"Hey Trunks, what's up. Did you have a good training session with Vegeta?"
"Oh hey Gohan. Yea it was a pretty good workout. What brings you around here?"
"Oh, your mother is helping me out with something."
The room to the gravity chamber opened and Vegeta walked out towards Gohan and Trunks.
"Hey Vegeta, how's it going?"
"So you started high school this last week, I hope that's not getting in the way of your training. A true warrior trains in times of war as well as peace."
"Don't worry about it Vegeta, I'm still going to train just as hard as always. So how's Trunks doing, has he improved a lot since last time?"
"He's improved drastically since the last time you've seen him. Your brother better be training or he won't be able to keep with Trunks anymore."
"I've been training Goten recently as well; I think he's progressing fairly well."
"Well we'll just have to see who the better fighter is one of these days."
Vegeta walked off and left Gohan and Trunks to talk amongst themselves. Although Vegeta would still not be considered a friendly person, he had warmed up quite a bit to Gohan over the past several years. He now addressed Gohan by his first name and showed a general respect to him when they conversed. Although he would never admit it, he was proud that Gohan had continued training even in these times of peace and that he had taken such an interest in his saiyan heritage. He believed Gohan was a true warrior and was therefore one of the people worthy of his respect.
After only a couple hours, Bulma came out and presented her new innovation to Gohan.
"So the costume is triggered by pushing this button on the watch," Gohan asked.
"It's that simple," Bulma replied.
"Wow, that's really cool. Can I have one also mom?" Trunks asked his mother.
Gohan pushed the button and the clothes he was wearing were replaced with the costume developed by Bulma. It included an orange helmet with two antennas out of each corner, a puffy green shirt, and matching white gloves and boots. After looking in the mirror, Gohan realized the costume looked ridiculous and that he would be the laughing stock of the city if he ever wore it while fighting crime.
"I was thinking you could call yourself the great saiyaman, you know a combination of saiyan and man."
Trunks could barely hold back his laughter as he looked at the ridiculous costume Gohan had on. "You know mom, I think I'll pass on the costume."
"You know, this is a really good outfit Bulma. But I think it might work better with a couple alterations. Is it possible to keep the watch but have the costume just be my purple fighting gi that I usually wear. I really only need a fast way of changing clothing, I figure that with a different outfit and the golden hair from my super saiyan transformation, I should be unrecognizable. Oh and maybe include these sunglasses to hide some of my facial features."
"Are you sure Gohan, I don't think the costume looks that bad."
Gohan gave an awkward smile. He didn't want to insult Bulma since she had done this as a favor to him.
"The costume looks great. I just think it would just be more practical to wear a fighting gi when I'm fighting crime."
"Ok, if that's what you want, just give me a few minutes and I will make the changes."
After Bulma made the alterations, Gohan said goodbye to her and Trunks and started to fly back home.
"Since I'm already here, I might as well try this thing out," Gohan thought. "But what should I refer to myself as? Well the kids at school already gave me the nickname the Gold Fighter so I might as well stick with that. It would look suspicious if there were two separate super heroes anyway. Wow, I didn't want to say anything to Bulma but that was the dorkiest costume I had ever seen. I couldn't imagine anyone wearing that. I want to strike fear in criminals, not make them laugh."
As Gohan flew over the city looking for crime, he noticed a yellow car speeding and weaving in and out of traffic.
"Some guy speeding is not really super hero worthy but I want to give this invention of Bulma's a try. I think it's time this city formally met the Gold Fighter."
Gohan pushed the button on his watch and he was instantly switched from wearing his normal clothes to his gi. Bulma added another feature which was an earpiece connected to a police radio so Gohan could hear of crimes everywhere in the city. Gohan lowered himself down and came to a stop in front of the speeding car. The car came to a quick halt and the two men in the car angrily stepped out. Neither of them looked very intimidating. Both were below average in height and were not muscular at all. They each wore a tight shirt, blue jeans, and had on sunglasses similar to that of Gohan's, probably to give off the appearance of being tough.
"You shouldn't be speeding, you could hit a pedestrian," said Gohan.
"Hey what's the big idea punk? Get out of the way or I'll get back in my car and run over your pedestrian butt," said the fatter of the two men.
Gohan, obviously irritated at the last remark, held out his hand and sent a ki wave at the car smashing all of its windows. The two men looked in shock and started to back away from Gohan.
"Are you guys going to start driving slower or should I just destroy the rest of your car," Gohan said with a slight chuckle.
The two men, trembling with fear, slowly backed away from Gohan.
"We'll drive slower from now on, please just don't hurt us."
"Yea, we don't want to hurt any pedestrians, honest."
"You guys can go then. Oh and if anybody asks, tell them the Gold Fighter is on the watch so everyone should probably think twice before committing a crime in this city."
The two men got back in their cars and drove off, much slower than before. People on the street who saw what happened were staring in shock at Gohan as he stood in the middle of the street. Once satisfied that the two men weren't driving recklessly anymore, Gohan flew off back home for dinner.
The next day in class, Gohan was taking notes on the Physics lecture when he heard a strange beeping noise near him. He turned to his right to see that Videl's watch was emitting the noise.
"What is it Captain?" Videl said to her watch.
"Videl, a bunch of hooligans have taken control of a senior citizen tour bus and is holding everyone inside hostage. You have to help us."
"Don't worry, I'm on my way." With that Videl ran down the stairs and out the door leading to the classroom. The professor did not seem to mind her leaving in the middle of class.
"What was that about?" Gohan asked Erasa.
"She's going to help the police with the bus hijacking."
"Isn't that kind of dangerous? Those guys must be heavily armed to hijack a bus."
"Don't worry; she does stuff like this all the time. She's always helping the police save the city from bad guys."
"Some even say she's as strong as her father," Sharpner chimed in. There's really no need to worry Gohan, she can handle herself just fine,"
Gohan thought back to his fight with Cell and remembered how useless Mr. Satan had been. If Videl wasn't even as strong as her father, she had no chance of stopping hijackers.
Gohan decided that the Gold Fighter needed to assist Videl in this matter. Gohan stood up and as the professor was about to ask him where he was going Gohan blurted out, "Bad fish gotta go," and then he ran out the door to the classroom. He pushed the button on his watch and transformed into a super saiyan simultaneously. With his fighting gi and sunglasses on, he was ready for action.
Videl jumped into her own private helicopter and took off in the direction of the hijacked bus. She received another radio transmission from the police station and was given the coordinates of the bus. Eventually she caught up and saw several cop cars stopped on the side of the road; it looked like their tires had been shot at. She could see the tour bus driving fast down the narrow country road. If she didn't stop them here they would be able to make it out of the city. She had done things like this numerous times so she was not nervous from the situation. As she neared the bus, she lowered her helicopter and put it on auto pilot; she then proceeded to jump off the helicopter and onto the moving bus. Once she caught her balance Videl tried running to the front of the bus but was stopped by a series of bullets being shot through the roof. The hijackers saw her land on top of the bus and were trying to shoot at her before she could make it inside. Videl tried running to the other side of the bus but the same thing happened once again with bullets being shot through the roof. When the bullets eventually stopped, Videl rushed to the side of the bus and kicked open the window maneuvering inside. She immediately kicked the hand of the gunman who had been shooting at her, knocking away his gun. She then kicked the hijacker in the head knocking him unconscious and sending him to the back of the bus. The second hijacker tried to aim his gun at Videl but she was able to kick his feet forcing him to lose his balance. She picked him up and threw him to the back of the bus right next to the first hijacker. The third hijacker, who was consequently driving the bus, got up from his seat but not before Videl kicked him in the stomach sending him flying against the side window. Thinking everything was now okay, Videl turned to the relieved senior citizens and gave the thumbs up sign.
"Oh no, we're heading for a cliff," yelled one of the old ladies.
It was too late for Videl to act though. Before she could take hold of the steering wheel, the bus had gone off the side of the cliff and was heading straight for the bottom of the canyon. Videl closed her eyes and prepared for the worst; to her surprise, however, the bus stopped before hitting the ground. Slowly the bus started to levitate up and was placed back on to the road next to the cliff. Videl got off the bus as quickly as she could and saw the gold fighter standing a few feet away from the bus.
"Thank you for saving us. Who are you?"
"I guess you can say I'm new in town, my friends call me the Gold Fighter"
"So you're the Gold Fighter the whole city has been talking about. How were you able to do that?"
"I don't think now is the right time to tell you. I'll see you later, Videl."
The Gold Fighter then took off to the sky and left Videl standing outside the bus with the group of senior citizens.
"How did he know my name?" Videl said to herself.
"He's a really handsome boy," said one of the old ladies. "I think he likes you Videl. I can tell by the way he looked at you."
Videl started to blush and gave an awkward smile to the old lady.
When Videl arrived back to school, she sat back down in her seat next to Erasa.
"How did the hostage situation go Videl, were you able to save the day like usual?" asked Erasa.
"Well I stopped the hostages but I would have been killed if the Gold Fighter hadn't of shown up. He prevented the bus from driving off a cliff."
"Wow, you were saved by the Gold Fighter. Is he as good looking as they say?"
"He's okay, nothing special," said Videl. She was still thinking about what the old lady had said to her. Thinking back on it, he was rather good looking, and very muscular. Well he had to be to lift up a bus.
"Well the professor gave me the assignment that you missed. You and Gohan both missed an important class apparently. He went over all the material that's going to be covered on the first exam."
"But Gohan was here before I left. Where did he go off to?"
"I'm not sure exactly," said Erasa. "All he said was bad fish and then he ran out of the classroom in a hurry."
"Yea, just some bad fish you know," Gohan said, butting into the conversation. "No big deal really, I feel much better now."
Videl looked at Gohan suspiciously for a couple seconds before turning back to her schoolwork. "You should watch what you eat Gohan."
"Wow, out of all the excuses I could have made," thought Gohan. "I had to say I had food poisoning. This is so embarrassing."
"Wow Gohan, that's such a cool super hero name. That's way better than any of the super heroes I see on TV," said Goten.
Gohan was back at home sitting around the dinner table with his mom and brother. He was telling them about the recent events since he started school.
"Thanks Goten. I didn't really think of it myself though, the kids just started to refer to me as that."
"Well I don't know how you have time to play superhero, between your schoolwork and all the training you do," said Chichi.
"Well there's not that much crime in the city, and it usually doesn't take to long to take out a criminal. With all the enemies I've faced over my lifetime, a couple of bank robbers in Satan City don't really provide much of a challenge. By the way mom, have you ever heard of a guy named Hercule Satan."
"Oh my, I knew you'd find out sooner or later. He's that oaf that took the credit for your victory over Cell."
"Yea, why didn't you ever tell me he did that? Don't you think I should have known?"
"Well you were so busy training all the time I didn't want to bother you. It would have only upset you anyway. And you weren't exactly in a good mood after the whole Cell incident."
"He lied about defeating Cell?" asked Goten. "Why don't you find him Gohan and make him tell the truth. It's not right to lie as mom always says."
"I wish it were that simple Goten. He's already become a legend; it's not that easy unfortunately. He would never admit the truth now. I mean, they even changed the name of the city to honor him. But you know what else; his daughter is actually in my class."
"His daughter is in your class," asked Chichi. "Is she as arrogant as her father?"
"Actually she's not arrogant at all; she seems like a pretty good person albeit not very friendly. She goes around fighting crime in the city as well, I guess helping out the police with difficult situations. The only problem is that I think she's suspicious of me. I'm afraid she's going to connect me with the Gold Fighter."
"Well you just have to be careful that's all," said Chichi.
"Is she pretty? Oh, is she going to be your girlfriend Gohan?" asked Goten.
Gohan gave an uncomfortable laugh before answering. "No Goten, it's not like that. We're just classmates."
Gohan knew what his mother must have been thinking about the last comment. He was just hoping she didn't go in another one of her rants about grandchildren. Luckily for him she just sat with a smile on her face as she finished eating her food.
"Who could he be," Videl wondered sitting at the desk in her room. She was looking at all the photos that had been taken of the Gold Fighter as well as the police sketches that had been made."
"There have been three separate incidents that he's been involved in. He stopped a bank robbery and hostage situation, he stopped some reckless drivers, and of course he saved the tour bus I was on from driving off a cliff. The first time he wasn't wearing sunglasses but nobody took a picture of him. I don't think that would help even, nobody with blonde hair even matches his description."
"Videl," said Mr. Satan as he entered into Videl's room. "Are you still doing your homework, it's late. Shouldn't you be getting to bed?"
"Actually I was looking at photos of the Gold Fighter, the new crime fighter that's been going around saving the day."
"That guy, don't even waste your time," said Mr. Satan in his usual cocky tone. "He's just some joker going around town pulling fancy tricks. I could take him out in less than five seconds if he ever stepped into the ring with the world champ."
"Yea I guess so dad."
"Videl, you know the world tournament is not too far away. I wondered if you thought about what I said. If you enter the tournament can you imagine the publicity of a father daughter final? I would repeat as world champion and my daughter would get second. My fans would just eat it up."
"But what happens if I beat you in the finals, dad," said Videl sarcastically.
Mr. Satan gave his booming laugh at the idea of his daughter beating him. "That's funny Videl; but for now let's just try to give my fans a good show. Eventually I'll retire and then you can be world champ. We'll create a legacy of great martial artists."
Videl sighed at her father's arrogance and continued to look through the pictures of the Gold Fighter, wondering if she would ever figure out his true identity.
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Author's Note: So I've hit a bit of a crossroads in my story. There are many different ways I can go and I want to hear what you have to say. Let me know in a review and I will take it into consideration. I already know the main idea but there are a few different ways I can get there. I want to make this story epic, meaning more than 100,000 words, so everyone's feedback is greatly appreciated.
