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"Telepathy"
"Talking"
"Thoughts"
Life of a Saiyan Hybrid
Chapter 5
After being grounded for two weeks and his father forcing him into super saiyan two during their training and then helping him with the control and emotions he felt, Gohan was exhausted. He didn't think it was possible to be this tired after two weeks of just studying and some intense training. That was all he did for two weeks besides eat and sleep and now he was dead tired. His dad really had no mercy in his training anymore after Gohan yelled at him in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber to stop being so soft in training.
But it was finally over. His grounding was finally over and now he was facing his dad outside, hands folded behind his back as he stared hopefully up at his dad.
"Well, you didn't break a single rule while you were grounded and you behaved really well so that does earn you the right to enter the tournament as we promised." Goku said.
Gohan's eyes lit up with so much excitement that Goku couldn't bring himself to add the second part. Not that the part had to do with the tournament. He watched his completely excited son start to jump high into the air, then land then jump even higher the second time with how happy he was.
Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down.
Goku chuckled as his son continued to jump. "Gohan, calm down. The tournament isn't for another two weeks."
Gohan stopped jumping and landed in front of his dad. "I know, but I'm so excited that I get to participate."
"That's because you behaved like an angel during your grounding." Chi Chi said as she came out of the house with a basket of laundry to hang.
The nine year grinned at his mom. "Thanks so much for letting me, Mom, and I really am sorry about incident."
"As long as you don't do it again." Chi Chi replied as she pulled a shirt out and stretched it out before hanging it up on the clothes line.
"I learned my lesson." Gohan said.
"Good." Goku pat his son on the head. "Because you will be joining Vegeta and me for intense sparring session two to three times a week."
Gohan's excitement quickly diminished and he fell to his knees in absolute despair. "Why?" He groaned, burying his face in the grass. The wrath of Vegeta had finally befallen him! Was it time to write out his will already? He was too young for death to come knocking at his door!
"Your punishment for losing that spar. Oh, that reminds me. After sparring with Vegeta today, Piccolo wants you at the lookout. He says you missed too much of his training by being grounded." Goku said matter-of-factly while Chi Chi started to frown behind her husband. That was way too much training in her opinion. "After today you need to make a schedule to train with Vegeta, me and Piccolo on different days or only train with two of us a day while abiding with your studies and curfew."
At that, Chi Chi smiled and nodded. Goku better not keep her son from his studying by focusing so much on his training. He needed a proper education. "But does he really have to train with Vegeta? I don't trust that man." She growled.
"Don't worry, Chi. I'll be there for all the sparring sessions with Vegeta." Goku assured her, though even if he wasn't, he was sure Vegeta wouldn't really kill Gohan despite all his mumblings about him being an evil brat and his desire for revenge for all the supposed aggravation Gohan has caused him. Though, really, Gohan was much stronger than Vegeta so he was sure it would be fine anyway, but he wasn't going to tell his wife any of that. "And if it gets too bad, we can use sensu beans or have Dende heal us."
"Um," Gohan said, getting his parents' attention as he lifted his head off the ground. "When do I find time to play?"
Goku thought for a moment. "Well, you don't study on the weekend, right? You don't have to train the whole day on the weekend, Gohan. You can play. As for during the week, every morning before breakfast, we have a light spar and after breakfast you study until two. You can have an hour to play before going to whoever you are supposed to train with that day and depending on that person, you can decide how long to train and when you're done, if you have time before your curfew, you can play."
The nine year thought this over for a moment before nodding his head. He could probably get away with that with Piccolo and his dad as long as he worked hard during the few hours he trained with them, but he doubted Vegeta would be so lenient about letting him leave after a few hours. Good thing he wasn't sparring with Vegeta every day. "Okay, dad."
"So go get changed into a gi. We need to go meet Vegeta for the first sparring session." Goku ordered.
Gohan groaned, but did as his dad instructed and went inside.
Chi Chi pulled a sheet out of the basket with a frown. "Dear." She said as she shook the sheet before trying to straighten it up.
Goku turned to his wife with a grin and kissed her cheek. "Don't worry, Chi. It's just sparring. Vegeta won't kill him, and I'll be there the whole time."
Barely a few seconds later, their son ran out of the house, clearly he had used his super speed to change so fast. He was dressed in a black gi with a red undershirt and sash, black fingerless gloves, and black boots with blue buckles at the top to lock them on.
"Let me guess. That was from Bulma as well." Chi Chi said dryly as her eyes trailed up and down her son.
Gohan grinned. "Yep. I'm ready to go, Dad."
Chi Chi sighed. "Well, be careful, Gohan, Goku."
Goku smiled and nodded as he put his hand on Gohan's shoulder and used Instant Transmission to take them to Capsule Corp.
"Hey ya, Vegeta!" Goku greeted cheerfully as they suddenly appeared in the kitchen at Capsule Corp. He noticed Bulma eating at the table as well and grinned. "Great to see you to, Bulma."
"Goku!" Bulma exclaimed as she stood up to greet him. "I'm not even surprised even more with you just appearing out of nowhere." She noticed Gohan next to his father and smiled at him. "I'm glad to see that gi fits, Gohan. But what are you doing here?"
"I'm here to be tortured." Gohan explained in a completely normal tone as if being tortured was an everyday occurrence for him.
Bulma blinked in confusion while Goku chuckled and scratched back of his head. "Gohan is to have a sparring session with Vegeta and me two to three times a week. We are starting today."
"Oh," Bulma said, nodding. "I can see why he called it torture."
Vegeta snorted. "The brat can handle it just fine." He stood up and deposited his dishes in the sink before grabbing Gohan by the back of his shirt and dragging him towards the GR.
Gohan waved to Bulma as he was dragged away until he could no longer see her by Goku stepping into the path to follow them. Not able to see his godmother anymore, he dropped his hand and worked on getting his mind on the training that was to come.
After being tossed into the GR, Gohan slammed his hands into the ground and flipped himself onto his feet. "So," Gohan started as he stretched his arms above his head. "How is this going to work?"
"Battle royal." Goku said cheerfully.
Gohan slowly lowered his arms and glared at them. "Oh no, the last time you said that, you ganged up on me. How do I know you won't do that again?"
"I'll tell you right now." Vegeta said as he walked over to the GR controls. He glared at Gohan. "I am aiming for you." And with that he cranked up the gravity to one hundred and fifty times and Gohan slammed into the floor, air quickly leaving his lungs.
Gohan groaned as he felt all the weight pressing down on him. This was so much worse than the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. His body felt so heavy with all the force pressing down him. His hand clawed at the ground.
Goku frowned at Vegeta. "He's only ever trained in times ten gravity, Vegeta."
"How am I supposed to get a good workout if I go even lower for your brat?" Vegeta retorted. He looked down at Gohan. "No super saiyan."
Gohan gritted his teeth in frustration. Vegeta must be a mind reader because he was just about to transform.
Goku ran a hand through his hair. Maybe Vegeta really did still want to kill Gohan over that prank two weeks ago. "Well, you won't get a good workout from Gohan if he can't move." Goku retorted. "Unless that is what you want so you can get revenge for that prank."
"Do you really think I am that petty, Kakarot?" Vegeta snarled.
But instead of Goku answering, it was a hand slamming onto that ground so hard that the sound echoed around the GR. "Yes." Gohan said through gritted teeth. He powered up a bit more and managed to climb to his knees.
Goku crossed his arms and stared down at his son. "We can lower it a bit."
Vegeta shot a glare at Goku, but the Earth raised saiyan didn't even acknowledge him.
"NO!" Gohan shouted, punching the floor, though it felt so pathetic. There was no speed or force behind the punch in this high gravity, making him growl in frustration.
"Seems he wants to do it." Vegeta said smugly.
Goku shot him a glare before looking back at Gohan. "Son, you don't have to start this high. You're going to tear your body apart."
"I'm fine." Gohan growled. He attempted to stand and did get to his feet for a second before slamming back down onto his knees. A hiss of pain escaped from him, though he quickly smothered it. There was no way he was going to falter to something like a little bit of gravity. He was strong, stronger than his dad and Vegeta. If they could handle this gravity in their base forms without even trying, then he could to.
Goku rubbed the back of his head. "Have you always been this stubborn?"
Vegeta snorted. "Should have seen the brat when he was fighting Recoome on Namek. He just kept getting back up no matter how many times he was knocked down until he could no longer move." He smirked at Goku. "He really showed his saiyan side that day."
A frown formed over Goku's face. Wasn't that when he found his son almost dead and with a broken neck?
Gohan powered up a bit more and climbed to his feet. He grunted and gritted his teeth with his hands clenched into fists by his sides. "All of them were weirdoes. What was with all those strange poses they did when they introduced themselves?"
"We are not here to discuss that idiotic group." Vegeta growled.
"You don't know the answer." Gohan said dryly with a strained smirk at the oldest saiyan.
"Just get ready."
When Gohan looked at his dad, Goku just raised a brow. He tried to get Gohan to agree to lower the gravity, but he was just too stubborn. Gohan stared at his dad with pleading eyes, which made Goku look away. He would not fall into that trap. His son wanted him to be tough with his training. He made that very, very clear in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber and he would stay tough.
Gohan struggled to fall into his stance without falling flat on his face.
"You're struggling." Vegeta mocked.
Gohan glared at him. "Well, if I could transform…"
"No." Vegeta growled. "You'll get stronger this way."
Gohan groaned. Maybe he should have pleaded with his mom to let him study today. Though between this and studying, he wasn't actually sure which one was the most torturous. He liked training and studying, but he hated doing both of them all the time. It was why he sometimes snuck away during the three years he was training with Piccolo and Goku. He snuck away and disappeared for a couple days at a time just to get away from it all. Of course, it got him in trouble with his parents for disappearing like that, but Piccolo thought it was amusing.
"Now." Vegeta suddenly said.
With that last word, Vegeta lunged at Gohan and slammed his fist into the boy's chin before Gohan could react. Gohan was sent flying back from the force, but Vegeta didn't let up. He chased after Gohan's flying form and slammed his foot in Gohan's gut.
Goku scratched his head as Vegeta started beating on the boy who couldn't even defend since he could barely move. "Maybe I should have made Vegeta set the gravity at fifty times." He refocused on the fight to see Vegeta throw Gohan into the wall. Instead of getting up, Gohan fell out of the wall and onto the ground where he stayed. The only sign that he was alright was the sound of him struggling to breathe and his slow rise and fell of his back with each breath he managed to drag in.
Well, that was Goku's call to action. This was a free for all so technically he could attack whenever. Goku kicked off the ground and rushed at Vegeta. He swung a leg around to kick Vegeta, but the prince of saiyans raised an arm to block the kick and turned to face Goku with a smirk. The two disappeared from the spot and all that could be heard was the exchange of blows between the two full blooded saiyans.
On the ground Gohan's hand twitched a bit. He could hear his father fighting Vegeta, but he couldn't even lift his head to watch them. While the beating he got from Vegeta didn't hurt (he has had a lot worse), the combination of those bruises and cuts plus the gravity forcing him down made it hard to move. Stupid Vegeta and his stupid rules. He was sure the no super saiyan rule was just so he could beat him up to get back at him for that prank. The beating strung, but it was so worth it. Not that he would ever tell Vegeta that. Vegeta would just beat him even harder into the ground if he did. Despite what he knew Krillin thought, Gohan was not suicidal.
"Come on, Vegeta! Is that all you've got?" Goku shouted as he grabbed Vegeta's arm and swung him around and let go when he kicked him in the ribs, sending him flying into a wall. Vegeta righted himself in the air and landed in a crouch on the wall before blasting off of it and at Goku once more. When he was right in front of Goku, he disappeared and reappeared behind him bringing his elbow down on him, but Goku turned halfway around and caught it.
Gohan's fingers twitched a bit as he worked on curling his hand into a fist. Even that task was hard to do under this gravity. Maybe his dad was right and he should have gone a bit lighter on the gravity.
No!
He wasn't going to fail because of a little something like gravity holding him down. He just needed a bit more power. Just a bit more and he could rise and fight back. Just a bit more.
Gohan powered up even more, but avoided going into super saiyan. He wasn't going to give Vegeta even more reason to do anything rash like turn the gravity up higher.
With more power coursing through his veins, Gohan pushed himself to his feet and looked up at his father and Vegeta exchanging blows. He wiped some blood off of his chin before smirking. He might not be able to win since he couldn't move fast enough at this gravity like the two older saiyans, but he would take the challenge and fight back!
Gohan launched himself into the air at just the right moment and slammed his foot between Goku and Vegeta, right into their arms as they were exchanging blows.
"Brat!" Vegeta growled.
Gohan smirked at him, but instead of attacking him, he threw a fist at Goku instead. Goku easily caught the fist and returned the gesture, which Gohan blocked with his knee.
Goku smiled. "Nice, Gohan, but you're still too slow." And with that he picked up the speed and power of his attacks, leaving Gohan almost completely defenseless against the assault. He managed to block and a dodge a few attacks, but that was it. It didn't help when Vegeta slammed into them and it really became a free for all.
As more and more time went on, Gohan could feel his body weakening from the blows and gravity. The pain in his muscles wasn't just from the attacks. The gravity really was pulling down on him and tearing at his body like his dad said it would and hurt it a lot, but Gohan kept going.
But even as he fought his dad and Vegeta, both of who had absolutely no problem at this gravity, Gohan found his vision wavering. Everything was getting blurry. The attacks started to come in threes and he no longer knew which one he was supposed to block.
So when he saw six fists, three from Vegeta and three from his dad, coming at him, all Gohan could do was stare blankly as they connected with his stomach and sent him slamming into the GR wall. Gohan groaned and slid down the wall, head bowed and arms laying limply in his lap.
"Guess he's done." Goku said as he landed in front of his son. He kneeled in front of him and gently lifted his head to see his eyes shut. "He's unconscious."
Vegeta snorted, but shut the GR off.
"Thanks for the spar, Vegeta, but maybe next time, either less gravity or we fight at our strongest." Goku suggested as he moved his arms under Gohan's legs and behind his back to pick him up.
"Whatever, Kakarot. Just get the hell out of here." Vegeta growled. "And tell your brat I expect him back here on Monday and to be ready for one hundred fifty times gravity."
"I'm sure he'll be absolutely thrilled." Goku replied dryly.
"He should be. He'll get to go super saiyan so maybe he'll actually be able to put up a decent fight." Vegeta replied.
Goku shook his head and disappeared from the GR.
When they were gone, Vegeta scowled and rubbed his chin where Gohan hit him a few minutes before he got knocked out. The brat's body was torn, but he was actually getting used to the gravity and managed a strong enough punch that it actually strung. From what he discovered on Namek, that kid was one hard kid to keep down.
Growling, Vegeta set the gravity up to two hundred times and resumed his training. He was going to surpass Kakarot and his brat! The Saiyan prince bowed to no one!
*DBZ*
Goku appeared on top of the lookout with his unconscious son, surprising Dende.
"Goku! Gohan?" Dende asked worriedly as he ran over to them.
Goku smiled. "Just some intense training that was a bit too much. Could you heal him?"
"Of course. Just put him down." Dende said.
As Dende got to work on healing Gohan, Piccolo turned to Goku. "Is this going to be a common occurrence?"
"No, Vegeta was just letting out some frustrations he had with Gohan by making the sparring session an unfair advantage to him." Goku replied.
"Of course." Piccolo said dryly. "Though you would think he would want to beat Gohan in a fair fight."
Goku chuckled. "You know that none of us can beat Gohan in a fair fight right now, Piccolo."
Piccolo smirked and looked down at Gohan. He was really proud of the kid and how strong he has gotten. The power he showed during the Cell Games was simply amazing.
Gohan's eyes opened slowly. "Uh, Dende?"
"Gohan!" Dende said with a grin.
Gohan pushed himself up into a sitting position and rubbed his head. "I guess I lost that fight." He muttered.
Goku grinned and ruffled Gohan's hair. "You gave as good as you could at that gravity, son."
"I guess." Gohan sighed. "But could we eat now? I'm hungry!" He looked around for Mr. Popo with an excited gleam in his eyes. Mr. Popo always made amazing food!
Mr. Popo groaned.
"You know, I am too." Goku rubbed his stomach. "Hey, Mr. Popo, do you have anything good to eat?"
Mr. Popo just sighed in defeat.
As Mr. Popo left to prepare the food, Gohan turned to Dende. "How is it being guardian?"
"A lot of hard work." Dende replied. "I learned how to contact King Kai a couple weeks ago! It was a bit hard at first, but it has gotten a lot easier with practice."
Gohan tilted his head. "How did you contact him?"
"Telepathically." Dende replied. "You can't contact people telepathically?"
Gohan shook his head. "I can, though I'm not that practiced at it. Usually Piccolo or my dad initiate the conversation telepathically. I have some trouble initiating a conversation. I imagine contacting someone in the Otherworld is even harder."
"It is. It took me a long time to contact King Kai the first time I did it." Dende said.
"And when there is trouble, you can't be hindered by time restraints. You have to be able to contact King Kai quickly." Piccolo interrupted the conversation.
Dende nodded. "I understand." He looked back at Gohan. "I am still working on it, but I am getting a lot better."
Gohan grinned at him. "That good. Besides your training, do you like it here?"
"Yes, I am enjoying it a lot, Gohan." Dende replied. "Though with how often you need healing, I am probably going to be quite busy."
Gohan chuckled sheepishly. "Sorry. Guess we are kind of abusing that ability of yours."
"It's alright. It is there to help you." Dende said.
Gohan smiled and turned to Piccolo. "Are you still going to join the Intergalactic Tournament?"
Piccolo smirked and nodded. "You better give me a challenge, kid, otherwise it will be no fun."
"I think I should be the one saying that." Gohan said with a smirk.
"Seems someone is getting cocky." Piccolo said. "Maybe we should beat that out of you."
Flashbacks of the three on one fight played through Gohan's mind and he chuckled nervously. "No, no, no need for that, Piccolo."
Smirking, Piccolo pointed over Gohan's shoulder. "I don't need to anyway. Your dad is already beating you."
Blinking, Gohan looked over his shoulder to see his dad sitting on a picnic blanket and eating all the food that Mr. Popo brought him. "What?!" Gohan shouted. "Daddy!" He ran over to the food. To the food, not his dad. His dad was unimportant right now, though he was seriously contemplating throwing Goku off the Lookout so he could get all the food. But with his dad's instant transmission, he would return too fast. That technique was a cheat. "Don't eat it all! I want some too!"
As he reached the food, he cried, "No!" The half-saiyan lunged for a bowl of ramen his dad was trying to grab and pulled it into the safety of his arms. "Mine!"
Dende blinked as he watched the two saiyans fight over the food. It seriously looked like they were ready to go to war over the food. "Is this normal?"
"More so than you realize." Piccolo replied as he turned his back to the two saiyans in disgust. "I thought Gohan would have more control, but it seems that Goku's influence was too great."
"That or those saiyan genes." Dende said amused as he watched the battle for food. He wondered if there would ever be a time where they would shred each other's blood for the food.
A while later, a burp from Goku ended the small feast as his son put down the last plate, and luckily it seemed neither tried to shred the other's blood in their war.
"As good as always, Mr. Popo. Thanks." Goku said, rubbing his stomach.
Gohan grinned. "Yeah. It was amazing!" He ran the back of his gloved hand across his mouth as he stood up. "I'm so full. Don't think I can even manage the flight home."
Piccolo smirked. "Then I wonder how you'll survive training with me."
"Wh-what?!" Gohan stuttered, looking over at Piccolo in disbelief. "Please Piccolo, not–" He trailed off when Piccolo crossed his arms, and just gave him that look. The same look he has received from Piccolo since he was four. Sighing, Gohan resigned himself to his fate. "Just please don't punch me in the gut."
Goku laughed and joined the two warriors. "I think I'll get in on this."
"Did you not have enough training earlier?" Gohan mumbled to himself before he powered up as high as he could go without transforming. At the amount of power coursing through his veins, Gohan looked at his hands in surprise. He felt so much stronger in his base form then he did earlier. It felt absolutely amazing.
Smirking, Gohan fell into a stance and moved his eyes from Piccolo to his dad then back to Piccolo. Time to see what he could do in his base form now.
*DBZ*
At the river near his house, Gohan sat with a frown and his eyes shut tightly as he tried to concentrate. Now that he was free from his grounding, he could get away from the house during his free time. Since he had been so busy with the training he needed to do with Piccolo, his dad, and Goku and the studying his mom assigned to him, he never had time to do what he wanted, but now he could.
Ever since he started training in martial arts, he has been studying under his dad and Piccolo. He has learned everything from them. He learned their fighting styles and their special attacks. While in the Time Chamber, he didn't just learn the Kamehameha wave from his dad, but every move his dad knew. He didn't prefer to use them, but he knew how to form a destructive desk, he knew solar flare, he knew the multi-form technique, and so many others. The only things his dad didn't teach him were the Kaio-ken, the Spirit Bomb, and Instant Transmission. Everything he knew was taught to him, but as Bulma told him when she gave him his own gi, he was the most powerful warrior so he should have his own style. So shouldn't he have his own attack as well? He wanted his own attack, but for it, he had to create it.
And even before he spoke with Bulma, he wanted that. He had the idea when he was in the Time Chamber, but he wasn't able to complete his attack in the chamber so he has never got to use it or reveal it. But he was stronger now so maybe he would finally be able to complete the attack. He just needed to focus his mind, think, plan, and practice the move.
He could do this.
Though really, no one ever told him how hard creating a move was.
*DBZ*
Life was good. Or as good as it could be with sparring sessions two to three times a week with Vegeta. After that first hellish training session, it became a free for all sparring sessions with no restraints. Meaning they were allowed to go super saiyan. It also meant Vegeta wanting to fight him in super saiyan two, which left Gohan saying no, and that lead to the free for all ending and it becoming a two against one fight with his dad and Vegeta both trying to force him to have to power up.
And a week and a half later, they still haven't been able to force Gohan into super saiyan two.
There were quite a few reasons as to why this was. The first was because they sometimes ended up knocking him out. Another reason was that Gohan could last out until the sparring session ended with just being a super saiyan. And the last reason he never entered that level when sparring with them was because he was stubborn and having fun just annoying Vegeta by pushing his buttons and refusing to go to the second level. His dad said he was playing a dangerous game, but he didn't really care. He never realized just how fun it was to annoy and torture Vegeta like this.
Those reasons were why, three days before the Intergalactic Tournament, he was dragging his bloody and bruised body out of the GR with a slight limp.
"Gohan?"
Tired eyes drew themselves up to look at Trunks standing on the lawn. Gohan blinked for a moment before his tired brain finally caught up with his sight.
"Trunks?" Gohan asked before his eyes brightened up. "Trunks, welcome back!" He launched himself at his friend.
Trunks laughed and patted Gohan's head. "It's nice to see you too, Gohan. How have you been?"
Gohan looked over at his dad, then at Vegeta as they followed him out of the GR. "Good," He looked back at Trunks. "Though I think Vegeta is trying to kill me."
The time traveler raised a brow. He looked from his dad to Gohan. "My dad is trying to murder you?"
Gohan frantically nodded his head. "Yes! And no one believes me!"
Trunks blinked and looked back at his dad and Goku. "You're planning Gohan's death?"
Vegeta scoffed. "He's just being overly dramatic." He glared at Gohan. "Again!"
"I don't know, Dad." Trunks took a step back and looked Gohan up and down. "He might be telling the truth."
Vegeta rolled his eyes. Stupid brats. "Why are you even here?"
"Is there another threat?" Goku asked worriedly.
"No, nothing like that." Trunks assured him. "I just decided to come back for one last visit and tell you guys I defeated the androids and Cell in my time."
"That's great." Goku said with a grin. "Your world can finally be at peace now."
Trunks smiled. "Yes, now it is a time of rebuilding." He looked at Goku then at his dad. "I also wanted to thank you all for all the training and help you gave me. Without it, I never would have been able to defeat them."
"You have to tell us the story." Gohan said.
"Sure." Trunks replied with a nod.
"But first," Goku pushed Gohan towards the house. "We really need to get cleaned up first so we can stop bleeding all over the lawn. Bulma gets really mad when we leave blood all over the place."
Trunks laughed. "Okay, I want to go say hi to my mom anyway."
The time traveler wandered inside after his dad and friends, but ended up going in a different direction from them to head to the lab where he was sensing his mother's ki.
"Working hard as always." Trunks said when he entered the lab and grinned at her.
Bulma looked up in surprise for a moment before smiling brightly. "Trunks! Welcome back!" She got up and quickly made her way over to her future son and gave him a big hug. "How are you? Is everything alright? Were you able to take care of the androids? How long are you staying?"
Trunks laughed. "Mother, calm down. I'm fine. There is nothing wrong. Yes, I took care of the androids and Cell. I'm going to tell the story after Gohan, Goku, and Father all get cleaned up. And I'm not sure yet."
Bulma smiled. "Alright then. Let's go to the living room. It shouldn't take them too long."
Trunks smiled at her and led the way to the living room. "Why did Gohan look like Father and Goku really were trying to do him in?"
The blue haired scientist groaned and rubbed her temple. "Because that boy is impossible and is playing a dangerous game!"
Trunks looked at her in confusion, but decided it best not to ask and sat down on the couch in the living room. He never would have considered Gohan to be impossible or the type to play dangerous games. "Where is baby me?"
"With his grandma." Bulma said as she sat down. "So tell me, how is future me? Is she still alive and kicking?"
Trunks laughed. "Yeah, she is most definitely kicking. She had to kick so many people in motion to help rebuilding. They were in such shock that it was finally over that they couldn't bring themselves to start rebuilding."
"Or they weren't sure it was true and they were finally safe. I can't imagine how terrified you all must have been." Bulma replied.
"It was really hard at first." Trunks agreed. "When I was out helping to do what I could to rebuild I noticed a lot of people were still looking over their shoulders in fear that the androids would show up again."
"They've known nothing but fear for so long, but that fear will pass eventually. You just need to give it time." Bulma replied. "And soon, your world will be back to normal and be like ours. Full of happy people and crazy antics."
Trunks snorted. "What crazy antics are you referring to? I hope you are not comparing the lives of normal humans to the one of the Z fighters."
Bulma laughed. Well, she couldn't deny that their lives were crazy. They did deal with aliens, alien tyrants, traveling to planets, murderous androids, and so much more.
Trunks sighed and bowed his head as he rested his hands on his chin.
Bulma stopped laughing as she glanced at her son to notice him looking distressed so she grabbed his hands and pulled them down from his face. "Hey, what's wrong? Why do you look so down?"
Trunks stared at her for a moment before sighing again. "It's just, so many lives were lost. More than three fourths of Earth's population, not to mention all the Z fighters are gone. I wish there was a way to bring them all back. After meeting everyone here and seeing how peaceful it can be, I wish my world could be like this."
Bulma gripped her son's hand more tightly. "And it will be. You saved your world. Now you can all finally live in peace. Once you rebuild and start to repopulate, everything will change. It will take a lot of time, but I know you can help your time in a lot of ways to help them move on." She smiled at her son and brushed his hair back. Such an action embarrassed Trunks a lot when he first came here, but now he really enjoyed it. "I know you can because you helped us so much. If it wasn't for you, we would have lost a lot just like you. Thank you for everything, Trunks."
Trunks smiled at her. "Thanks, mom."
"Trunks! Trunks! Trunks!" A barefooted Gohan yelled as he ran into the room, dressed in a pair of loose black pants and his hair still dripping wet from his shower. A red tank top and short sleeve dark blue hoodie were held in his hand.
"You couldn't have finished getting dressed first?" Bulma asked amused as she looked over the back of the couch at her godson. She noticed his arms were covered in bandages and one on his cheek. Either he didn't get hurt enough for a sensu bean or Goku didn't want to waste one on little injuries. Either way, she noticed the bandages tied nicely so Gohan didn't do it himself. It must have been his dad who bandaged his arms. Most people only saw Goku as a fighter and nothing more, but recently Bulma had been seeing more and more of how good a father he was. It probably came from the fact that they were living in peaceful times now so he wasn't pushing his son as hard anymore as a trainer. And as she learned, he was very good as first aid and always bandaged up Gohan's injuries when they weren't serious, and he did so quite efficiently.
Gohan chuckled sheepishly and quickly pulled his tank top on over his head. "Sorry, Bulma." He mumbled. "I just wanted to ask Trunks something."
"And what is that?" Trunks asked as Gohan pulled his hoodie on.
Gohan pulled a pair of black fingerless gloves out of his pocket and pulled one on as he sat by Trunks on the couch. "Well, you see," He grabbed his second glove and pulled it on. "There is a special tournament this weekend for this rich kid's birthday and we are all entering. You should enter too! It will be so fun!"
"Gohan, we don't know how long Trunks is staying." Bulma reminded the boy.
Gohan pouted and looked back at Trunks. "It's in three days. It's not too much trouble for you to stay that long, is it?"
"A tournament? That does sound fun." Trunks smiled at Gohan then at his mom. "There really is no hurry for me to be getting back home. Everything is peaceful and the rebuilding is going well so I should be able to stick around for it. Who all is entering?"
"Everyone!" Gohan said cheerfully.
Trunks laughed. "It almost seems unfair then."
Gohan shrugged. "Maybe, but it will be fun."
Goku walked into the living room, dressed in a clean version of his orange gi. As he was walking behind the couch, he dropped a towel on Gohan's head. "Dry your hair, Gohan. We don't need you getting sick before the tournament."
Gohan grumbled, but complied and started to towel dry his hair.
Trunks took in Gohan's new outfit and the new orange gi Goku was wearing and blinked. "Uh, mom, where did they get the clean, not in shambles, clothes?"
Bulma sighed. "They sometimes hang out over here after their spars are finished and I don't need them walking around the house and yard covered in bloody and ripped clothes so I gave them one of the bigger guests rooms to use to store clothes in or in Gohan's case, sleep since he is sometimes knocked unconscious in their spars and I don't think Chi Chi would be happy about having an unconscious, bloody son brought home."
Trunks chuckled nervously and looked over at Goku. "What exactly do you guys do in the GR?"
"Spar of course." Goku said simply.
"Must be one hell of a spar." Trunks replied.
"You can join in our spar tomorrow." Vegeta said as he walked into the room.
Trunks noticed Gohan quickly waving his hands and shaking his head desperately, but Trunks didn't heed the warning and nodded. "Sure, sounds like fun." Beside him, Gohan groaned and buried his face in his hands.
"So tell us what happened in your time?" Goku asked as he sat on a chair.
"Well, after receiving the training I got here, it wasn't hard to defeat the androids or Cell, especially when Cell wasn't in his perfect." Trunks started. "When I got back to my time, I first went to find my mom and told her all about my adventures here. She seemed to really enjoy the story, and Goku," He looked over at the Earth raised saiyan with a grin. "She's glad you chose to come back to life."
Goku grinned at him.
"You still not going to tell us what changed your mind about staying dead?" Trunks asked.
"Nope." Goku replied. What he and his son said to each other was their own business. He decided to keep it to himself that his son contacted him after he broke out communication with everyone to plead with him to return.
To keep himself busy Gohan went back to towel drying his hair. He didn't really want to bring up the argument he had with his dad telepathically about him staying dead. Because that's what it was, it was an argument. An argument with threats and pleading and begging all wrapped up in one.
"Fine, keep your secrets." Trunks said amused. "As I finished telling my mom the story about what happened here, we heard an emergency broadcast on the radio about the androids attacking…"
As Trunks told his story, the present saiyans and Bulma listened with great interest. Even Vegeta was listening with rapt attention and was feeling extremely proud of his son, not that he would ever say it out loud though.
By the time Trunks was finished explaining what happened, Gohan was grinning. "Great story, Trunks. Good job defeating Cell."
"It wasn't hard to do. They were considerable weaker to their counterparts in this timeline." Trunks replied. He smiled at Gohan, then looked over at Goku. "Goku, could I talk to you?"
"What? Another secret meeting?" Vegeta sneered.
Goku smiled. "Of course." He shot Vegeta a look as he stood up and motioned for Trunks to follow him. He led Trunks to the guest room that Bulma gave him and motioned for him to enter.
Trunks looked around the guest room to see that it was quite huge and looked more like a family guest room. There was a master bed in one corner by a window, which took up most of the window, while a single bed occupied the corner diagonal to it. On the single bed was Gohan's torn up and blood covered outfit that he was wearing earlier. On the wall near the single bed was a door that led to the bathroom and a second door that led to the closet. On the opposite wall of the master bed was a tv with a small dvd cabinet below it.
"What seems to be the problem?" Goku asked as sat on the master bed.
"Well, it's not really a problem." Trunks replied as he leaned against the wall. "I just want your advice on something."
*Living Room*
Gohan shifted on the couch and looked around. He looked at the door to the living room, then back at Vegeta who was still leaning against the wall and glaring at him. His dad and Trunks left to talk, but why did Bulma have to leave as well? Why would she leave him alone with her husband who had it out for him?
"So," Gohan coughed and looked around the living room some more. When he still felt Vegeta's glare burning into his head, he lost it. "Don't you have something to do?! I mean, glaring at me can't be very enjoyable!"
"Then why don't we do something fun?" Vegeta asked with a cruel smirk.
Gohan ducked down on the couch. He peeked over the back of the couch to look at Vegeta warily. "Um, I don't think I like your idea of fun, Vegeta."
"Well, I do." Vegeta reached down over the couch and grabbed Gohan by his shirt. He yanked him hard enough to pull him over the couch and dragged the screaming boy with him.
"VEGETA!" Gohan screamed, twisting around in his hand to try to escape, to no avail. "I don't want to!"
*Guest Room*
"Well, you know Piccolo was killed by the androids and with him, Kami died as well. After I defeated the androids, I went to check out the lookout in my time and found that it is still there, along with Mr. Popo since the androids never found it." Trunks explained. "And Mr. Popo isn't really a guardian. He is more like an assistant to the guardian from what he told me."
Goku nodded. "I see where you are going. You want to get a new guardian for the Earth."
Trunks nodded. "Yes, and I was hoping it could be a Namekian. I know I can't bring any of the Z fighters back since they've been dead longer than a year, but I would like to get a Namekian to be the guardian so I can have dragonballs on Earth in case something ever happens again." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I am worried about that."
"About being the only Z fighter left in your time?" Goku asked.
The time traveler nodded. "I have gotten stronger because of my journey here, but what if another enemy pops up that I can't handle? It would be nice to have someone watching my back."
Goku smiled. "The Z fighters are powerful warriors that protect the Earth, Trunks. You may not have any of the original Z fighters left, but maybe it's time for a new generation of protectors."
Trunks thought for a moment. "You mean, search for fighters who I think have potential and help them get stronger to defend the Earth?"
Goku nodded. "You've got it. But it's just an idea, Trunks. Ultimately, it is up to you what you want to do. You are your world's protector now."
Sighing, Trunks turned his head to look out the window and almost immediately fell over in shock when he saw his father dragging Gohan across the lawn.
"As for your idea about a new guardian," Goku continued, unaware of Trunks being distracted. "I think it is a good idea, but you might want to be careful with going to New Namek. They've never met you there so you don't want to seem hostile. Also, do you know where New Namek is?"
"Uh, Goku," Trunks pointed out the window where Vegeta threw Gohan to the ground and fell into a fighting stance. "My dad has Gohan."
Blinking, Goku got up and went over to the window to see Gohan climbing to his feet and rubbing his head. "Ah, poor Gohan."
"Poor Gohan? That's it? You're not going to help?" Trunks asked shocked.
"He'll be fine. Filthy and bloody afterwards, but fine." Goku replied. "Besides, if Vegeta was planning anything serious, they would be in the gravity room."
"Alright." Trunks replied as he turned back to Goku. "I have a ship that I can use to get to New Namek, but I don't know the exact coordinates of it. I was also thinking that throwing your name and Gohan's name in there would help." He scratched the back of his head. "As well as they can considering you two are dead."
Goku smiled sadly. He was sure their names would help, but he was sure if the Namekians heard Gohan's name and learned he was dead, it would be harder for them. They knew Gohan much better than Goku. "I'm sure it will work out. I can get the exact coordinates from King Kai before you leave." He clapped a hand on Trunks's shoulder. "If you do need to prove that you are our friend, find Dende and tell him about Future Gohan and what he did. He'll trust you. It will be hard for him since Gohan is now dead, but he knows Gohan well so learning what he did will help since he knows that is what Gohan is like."
Trunks nodded. "Alright, thanks for the advice, Goku. I really appreciate it."
"Sure, any–" Goku was cut off as a huge light blinded him and Trunks through the window.
"Argh!" Trunks shouted, covering his eyes. "What is that?"
When the light died down, Goku rubbed his eyes to get rid of the spots then marched over to the window and threw it open. "Gohan! Vegeta!" He shouted as he jumped out of the window.
Trunks blinked before following Goku out the window. "What happened?"
Gohan coughed and waved some smoke out of his face. "I think Vegeta tried to blow me up!" He turned to his dad and pointed in agitation at Vegeta. "I keep telling you he is trying to kill me!"
Goku put his hand on the back of his son's head and pushed it down. "You're being dramatic, Gohan."
Trunks blinked as he took in the smoking craters in the yard and his scowling father. He would have to agree with Gohan on this one. It really did seem like someone was attempting murder.
"VEGETA!" Bulma screamed as she came rushing out of the house. "What happened to my yard?!"
Gohan quickly backed up to stand behind Trunks while Vegeta got chewed out by Bulma. "So, Trunks, want to go get some ice cream?"
Trunks looked at his friend and took in his burnt clothes, but then saw his grinning face. The grin didn't fool him though. He kept glancing warily at his mother, then at his dad's back. He sighed. "You have to tell me this story, Gohan."
Gohan grinned. "Over ice cream? Sure!" He grabbed Trunks's hand and lifted off into the sky.
"GOHAN!" Bulma screamed.
Gohan ignored her and blasted off.
"Get back here, Gohan Son! You're next!" Bulma shouted, but Gohan ignored her as he ran away with Trunks. "Don't think you can run away from me! I know where you live!"
Trunks sweatdropped as he was dragged along. "I really need to get this story."
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