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When The World Calls Again

Chapter 1

This was it. This was the plan. It might not all go as intended, but he would be damned if he wasn't going to try. After all, he was the Earth's involuntarily nominated protector. Despite his young age when he met them, Goku just so happened to be much stronger than his peers, his human friends Krillin and Yamcha.

Every single time that a new foe emerged, Goku only gained strength from the experience; the drive to break his own limits seemed bottomless. Every challenge ever placed in front of him, Goku always met, regardless of the outcome - win, lose, or draw. He never shied away from the fight and never allowed himself to openly show his worries or fears to anyone apart from his wife, Chi-Chi. She was his comfort and his security. This incredible woman, to whom his heart belonged long before he understood it, willingly stands beside him and listens as he unfolds the unseen impact of the battles. And even then, there were still things that he held back.

How could he tell his beautiful raven-haired wife, who lovingly looked to him with her deep brown eyes to keep her safe, that he doubted himself at times? That he feared for his family's safety should anything happen to him. He had already died once before in a desperate attempt to save his son and his world from his own brother, Raditz, who had appeared on Earth with the sole desire to recruit him for missions of destruction. Even though, after his death, he was able to utilise the time spent in Otherworld by furthering his training with King Kai in the face of Vegeta and Nappa's arrival, it didn't stop his wife from being terrified, hurt, and alone, or his younger son from being abandoned in the wilderness for months on end - information that he was not privy to until he returned to Earth.

Goku's own experiences as a child told him that his son would be capable, as the boy already bore many of the same traits as his younger self. However, what he had come to learn from his wife as she compared his overwhelming strength to those around them on Earth was that just because you can hurt and even kill someone does not mean that you should. Goku had already understood this ideology from a younger age, courtesy of the lessons that his adoptive grandfather, Son Gohan Sr, brought him up in his early years to appreciate, but in light of his newfound heritage, it was an important lesson to be reminded of.

As Gohan grew older and began to explore, Goku saw that the boy had such a gentle way about him. His son possessed the same calming Ki that his wife had. For most of the time, it ebbed and flowed like the serene waters of a clear lake, but occasionally, it was known to become a torrent. Given his upbringing by two adept fighters, Goku had hoped that Gohan would follow in his footsteps as a martial artist, and even though the boy seemed to favour Chi-Chi's hopes of becoming a scholar, she had agreed that Gohan could train when he got a bit older - well, that was the original plan.

Once Goku's older brother, Raditz, appeared on the scene, it scuppered their little family's carefully laid-out plans. Everything Goku thought he knew about himself, about his capabilities - his life so far, what he and his wife had built their lives on together, the illusion - had all been shattered. Goku was a Saiyan, a being - no, an alien - with the potential to wipe out the world and civilization that he knew and loved. That knowledge in itself was a heartbreaking revelation, and yet, as he stretched his muscles, powered through impossible odds, and felt the call of battle at every turn, he knew it to be true. He had Saiyan blood coursing through his veins, and as he looked over to his young son fitting himself in the staple clothing of his people, he knew that Gohan did too.

Pulling the armour on brought an odd feeling of unease for Goku. Whilst the durable off-white protective plate felt reasonable on the skin and over his cobalt blue under-armour, everything that he had experienced and come to know about his origins and what this armour represented still gnawed at him.

Although it was of a different style of armour compared to what he had seen other Saiyans and the Frieza Force wear - courtesy of his childhood friend Bulma's designs - he had grown accustomed to seeing Vegeta in it. Goku still couldn't shake the feeling that it still felt wrong for him to be wearing it. Somewhat reluctantly, he finished up with the boots that fit perfectly and sheathed his calloused hands in the white gloves provided. Goku patted himself down his newly-clad body and running his hands over the varying materials, examining the texture changes as he moved. It was a good fit. But his mind wandered, questioning its durability; they were going to be doing some pretty heavy training in the chamber after all. Extending his arms and moving his body, stretching in all directions, he found the attire far easier to manoeuvre in than he had anticipated. As his concerns started to ease, he looked over to Gohan, who was now dressed in a full set of armour that matched his own.

Goku's mouth opened slightly. The sight came as a subtle shock. He had seen Gohan in Saiyan armour briefly back on Namek, but he assumed that his son must not have had a choice in attire. However, looking at his boy now, wearing the clothing of the people that had originally come to annihilate them, he felt a pang of sadness, and his shoulders hung that little bit lower.

Goku continued to watch as Gohan stretched out, testing the material's flexibility, and moved through a range of katas. Goku wondered whether it was the warrior aspect of their race - the innate draw of battle - that required them to protect themselves effectively. However, it was the experiences of the others who had donned this protective wear that tainted the sight in front of him, giving him a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach. All kinds of thoughts raced through his mind as his eyes followed his son's movements. Would he, as a Saiyan, and subsequently his son, be aligned with such barbaric creatures? After all, his friends and even Vegeta himself remarked how well both he and Gohan suited it.

Goku looked away from his son and back down to his own armour. He had to admit that it did feel comfortable and oddly natural, and he supposed that it did provide a thin veneer of protection against small to moderate attacks, from what he knew of Vegeta's usual wear, but Goku couldn't help but think of his old gi. Not only was it comfortable, familiar, and reminiscent of his earlier days, but it had become a symbol. A symbol of his mastery of battle. But with the current situation and being humbled by Cell's prowess, he didn't feel as deserving of the honour that the outfit held in his mind.

Letting out a despondent breath, Goku cast his eyes back up to Gohan as the boy spoke to Piccolo. He could see that his son's face was full of awe and excitement. Regardless of his feelings towards the clothing, seeing that his son was content with it despite all that the boy had lived through so far, that was good enough for Goku.

As Gohan dutifully followed his father into the room that he had heard so much about - the room that had been revered by all who knew of it - he felt nervous. The half-Saiyan didn't know what to expect; he was barely sure of the physics of such a place, yet he trusted his father and the man's judgement. He took a deep, steadying breath as he crossed the threshold between the entrance on the lookout and this new dimension. For a fraction of a second, everything blurred and slowed; the sound of his footsteps and even his own heartbeat stretched out. The dust from the outside world was suspended in the air, frozen in place as it was caught between two dimensions. As he continued to move forward through this invisible barrier, the particles began to ripple slowly, causing a wake as he passed.

Suddenly everything was back to normal speed, and Gohan found himself in a bright but relatively normal-looking room. He wasn't sure what to anticipate, but this certainly wasn't it.

His father seemed oblivious to the experience crossing the threshold while rushing ahead, likely excited by being back in the room from the man's childhood.

Gohan looked around at the basic amenities, as Goku had started to call out the rules for this new dimension.

"Hey Gohan, don't stray out there yet; I gotta finish explainin' about this place."

Still half listening to his father, the young half-Saiyan continued exploring the living quarters until he found the opening to a vast expanse of nothingness.

"Woah…" He whispered quietly to himself. It was completely devoid of, well, anything. Gohan couldn't quite fathom it - how far did it go on for? Was it all flat, or was it round and he would eventually come back around? He could still hear his father talking and rummaging through cupboards or something, but Gohan was entranced by the domain, and he quickly found himself walking down the few steps to see what the floor actually felt like.

As he approached the last step, it looked like he could fall straight off. Gohan wasn't too worried as he could fly, but his father was full of warnings about this place, so just to be safe, he plucked a long jet-black strand of hair from his head and cast it out into the seemingly boundless area. As the wisp fell on an imperceptible surface in front of him, he felt slightly smug at his confirmation that there was indeed a floor, and Gohan confidently stepped across the threshold from the living quarters to the new terrain. The last thing he heard was the sound of his father shouting as his body fell so suddenly and heavily, and darkness surrounded him.

Waking up groggily, Gohan found himself lying in a bed. He blinked a few times, waiting for his equilibrium to be restored. The boy could feel a headache pulsing, and his chin throbbed a bit, but he couldn't remember how he got there.

"Ah, you're awake. Good." The voice from seemingly nowhere became louder. "It's about time. You had me worried there, Gohan." The young half-Saiyan turned to the sound of his father as the man walked up to the side of the bed he was lying on.

"W-What happened?" His voice croaked slightly, which was a surprise to him as he spoke.

Goku answered, moving around to inspect the boy, "Well, you took a pretty epic nose dive."

"I did?"

"Yeah, I was tryna tell you that it ain't like anywhere you've been before. But you got sucked down by the gravity before I could get to you. It's ten times stronger than Earth's here."

"Wow, really? But you trained in so much more than that before, on your way to Namek. This must be nothing to you."

"Sure, it's pretty easy now." Goku rubbed the back of his neck, remembering his own first experiences in higher-gravity environments - that wasn't pretty either.

"I can't believe I failed at the first thing; I wasn't even strong enough to handle that." Gohan felt the prickling sensation behind his eyes; he had already told himself long ago that he was done crying, yet he felt it creeping in.

Goku knew that look in his son - the one that showed just how hard the boy was being on himself. "Hey, you ain't never had that before, but you can and will learn, just like I did. Anyway, I fell flat on my ass the first time I was here."

Gohan's eyes widened. It was very rare to hear his father curse in any way; his mother certainly would have reprimanded the guy for that one.

With the look on his son's face, Goku realised just what he had done and instantly went to cover his mouth. Goku's worry wasn't because he disagreed with Chi-Chi about regulating the use of bad language; in fact, he fully supported it. This was particularly because, unbeknownst to Gohan, years ago, when the boy was small and just learning to speak, Goku had let out a pretty heavy curse word when he was training in the back garden. Gohan, who had been toddling around after a butterfly at the time, stopped and looked at him, choosing that particular word to repeat not just once but many times over. Although his wife's scowls were enough to make him wince, Goku quickly realised in that moment that he never wanted to hear his son use words like that. Occasionally since then, they have slipped out, but he has regretted it since. Looking over at his son now, Gohan was far from the little toddler on that day, even far from the little boy who fought for his life against aliens and travelled throughout space only a few years ago. No, his son already knew the ugly side of life far more than anyone should ever know. And a few harshly spoken words were never going to change that.

With his most reassuring smile, Goku spoke surprisingly softly, "Don't worry about it, Gohan. What happens in here stays in here. So if you need to vent or express yourself in any way, you just go right ahead and do that. You got feelins' too, and bottlin' them up ain't good." The Saiyan put his hand on his son's shoulder and continued. "We're gonna unlock your hidden strength in this place, so you can safely fight alongside us, but your mind has gotta be in the right place to handle it when that happens. Otherwise, that power will consume you."

"You really think I've got some hidden strength, Dad?"

"I don't think it. I know it, Gohan. We're going to take it one step at a time; it ain't gonna be easy though. I just want you to do the best that you can. And no matter what, I'll always be proud of you. Understand?"

Gohan jumped into his father's arms. The man always made him feel better, even just by his presence sometimes, but moments like these when his father shared some of his wisdom, it changed Gohan's whole perspective.

Grateful for the unexpected hug, albeit slightly awkward as their armour grated together, Goku flung his arms around his son and embraced him briefly before he pulled back again. "Right, let's get you used to this gravity first, huh?" Goku moved away as Gohan got fully off the bed and straightened himself out.

"Yes, sir."

Goku turned slightly to eye his son, "You don't gotta be so formal, you know."

"Yes, I do. You're my master now, and that means a respectful title. Besides, saying Master Dad or Master Goku sounds all shades of wrong to me." The boy let out a small giggle.

Goku smiled; he was grateful that his son was turning out to be a better person than him at that age. Lifting his hand, he ruffled Gohan's hair and encouraged the boy to go outside. It was about time they got started.

After tentatively passing the threshold, having seen the smattering of blood across the bold white flooring and the first few steps, Gohan found himself sweating profusely. It wasn't any kind of heat that was a problem; it was the fact that just getting himself off his knees and up to standing seemed to feel almost impossible at first. Yet as the boy persevered throughout the day, fighting against the sheer gravity, he was incrementally able to increase his stamina and move around in the simplest of ways. Eventually, Gohan found himself being able to withstand being upright to fight. It was still far too much for him to fly yet, but he had been able to move far more freely than when he had started that morning after his impromptu nap.

Gohan slumped back down on the blank ground after the latest round of light sparring with his father. With his face reddened from the constant exertion, Gohan found himself a little bit despondent at the fact that he hadn't managed to remotely land any kind of hit on his father. Even though the man reassured him that this was all okay and that they just needed a little time for his body to adjust, Gohan still didn't feel like he was doing enough. The half-Saiyan clenched his fists as he tried to regulate his breathing. I need to be better. I can be better.

Snapping him out of his thoughts, Gohan heard his father speak.

"Man, am I hungry!"

Goku walked over to his son and pulled the sullen half-Saiyan up to stand.

"Yeah, me too," he answered quietly. "What can we eat though?" He looked around while trying to maintain balance as the gravity weighed on his slowly adjusting body. It was odd for Gohan to be in such a place where he wouldn't be able to hunt or fish for food. That had already been a fleeting thought of his when the pair first entered the chamber, and now it was an urgent one as his stomach growled loudly, as if on cue.

At the sound, Goku chuckled, patted his own stomach, and directed their walk back towards the living quarters. "Yep, my stomach feels the same. Let's check out the pantry."

"Pantry? Like the one at home?" Gohan's eyes doubled in size as he thought about his mother's delicious food. Her cooking had never failed to satiate his Saiyan appetite, nor even his father's.

Glancing over at his son, Goku grimaced slightly. He knew that look, it was one of expectation. "Uh, Gohan, I wouldn't get your hopes up; it's only Mr Popo's food. As good as he is to us, he ain't anywhere near your Mom's food. I'm sorry to say that neither is my cookin'."

Gohan's face fell slightly, although he tried not to show it. "Oh, okay," he answered dejectedly. Meeting Goku's eyes, the young half-Saiyan tried to put a positive note on it, "Well, you cook good, Dad. You're always in charge of it when we go camping, so I'm not worried. It'll make a nice change."

Pulling his son closer to him, Goku grabbed his shoulder in affection as they walked side by side up the steps and back into the living quarters. "We're really gonna appreciate your Mom's food when we get outta here," the Saiyan said with half a chuckle.

After a filling but tasteless meal, the pair washed up out of habit and made their way into the bedroom.

"This one's gonna be mine, and that's yours." Goku pointed over to the bed with crumpled sheets.

"Dad, that's not fair; I didn't get to choose!"

"It ain't my fault that you didn't listen to me; I was tryna tell ya, but you went anyway!"

Crossing his arms petulantly, Gohan grunted as he sulked off to his newly designated bed and began to strip off the armour from his body in a pseudo-aggressive fashion.

Goku couldn't help but smirk at his son as he removed his own protective-wear. In and amongst all his son's battle prowess, it was easy to forget that he was still a young child. And moments like this drove it home. Goku knew the boy was going to be less than impressed when he needed to remind Gohan to shower and brush his teeth too. Although Gohan had always been fairly obedient with such things, a rare bad mood or tantrum could easily derail that routine. But Goku didn't want to have to come down hard on the boy on his first day here, especially after what had happened this morning.

Waking up the following day was an odd experience for the young half-Saiyan. Although his body felt refreshed from the sleep and his unfortunate injury on the chamber floor yesterday had practically disappeared, his mind felt clouded, as if it hadn't rested at all. Stretching out, he looked around; his father wasn't in sight. Yawning, he just assumed that the man must be in the bathroom. Rolling out of the bed, he padded to the pantry in search of something for breakfast. He found a large, full bowl of something that looked like oats next to an empty one that was obviously one that his father had already ploughed through. Pulling up the seat to the small table in the kitchenette, Gohan heated the water using ki, as there was no milk in the pantry. It wasn't great if he was being honest with himself, but food was food. And he had to admit that his father was right about making the anticipation of his mother's cooking all the greater.

After Gohan had finished with the satisfactory meal, he washed up both bowls and went back to the bedroom. Still, no sign of his father. That's odd. Gohan knocked on the bathroom door, but there was no answer. After a moment, he tried the handle, and it opened freely. The room stood empty, with no sign of the man at all. Furrowing his brow at this, Gohan turned on his heel to venture towards the expanse outside of the living quarters.

As he drew closer to the steps, he could see his father in the distance, training alone. Gohan scolded himself internally for obviously laying in when he should have been up with his father to train. As he was about to run out to the man to join him, Gohan stopped just short of the threshold - marked in his own blood - when he looked down at himself, remembering that he wasn't dressed adequately for training. "Argh! For Kami's sake, Gohan, you're such an idiot!" The boy muttered angrily to himself before he quickly pivoted on his foot and ran back to the living quarters.

Only moments later, Gohan reappeared, dressed in the tailored Saiyan armour and attempting to pull on a boot as he stumbled back towards the threshold. Finally fully clothed, he took a deep breath as he moved over the threshold at the bottom of the steps before suddenly feeling the extra gravity pull at every single fibre in his body once more.

With much more confidence in his ability to endure the pressure, Gohan moved forward, breaking from a long stride into a run. As he got closer to his father, he began to shout and wave. "Dad! Hey Dad! You started without me? I'm sorry I'm late! It won't happen again, sir!"

Goku stopped his training and powered down from his Super Saiyan form once he caught sight of Gohan running towards him, looking slightly dishevelled. He arched an eyebrow as he looked at his son, now standing ahead of him, panting and obviously feeling the effects of the intense gravity.

"Glad you're up, kiddo. Feelin' better today?"

"Dad, I mean, sir, you were supposed to wake me up to train with you."

Goku smirked at the new name briefly before answering nonchalantly, "Gohan, you're old enough to know that you don't need to be woken up if you really wanna do somethin'. Plus, you needed your rest."

"But I need to train. C'mon, you're being softer on me again, aren't you? I don't need that; I came here to train, just like you."

Goku smiled, "We'll get to that." He was glad for his son's passion, and he would happily oblige, but he also knew that Gohan needed to be in the right place physically and mentally before he undertook the next step. And right now, the boy still hadn't regained control of his breathing and was still fighting the environment. This was Gohan's first hurdle in training, and Goku reminded him of that.

Throughout the day, Goku ran Gohan through form after form and basic callisthenics. The boy was put through actions and movements that were considered child's play when in the outside world, but here it was pushing Gohan's abilities to the brink already, and he was struggling.

When Goku saw that Gohan was pushing the very last of himself to complete the latest set of a thousand sit-ups. Goku decided to call it a day on behalf of his son, as the way Gohan was going, the boy would likely pass out before giving up.

As they walked back towards the living space, slower than usual, Gohan spoke. He was utterly exhausted, but there was still something he needed an answer to. "When I was looking for you this morning, I couldn't sense you properly. I looked everywhere before coming out here."

Goku, who had slowed his pace to match his weary son, quickly realised that was one of the things he had forgotten to tell his son. "Ah, yeah, I probably shoulda mentioned that. Our ability to sense ki is a bit skewed here." Gohan looked up at him with questioning eyes, and Goku met him with a sideways glance as they continued walking. "I don't know why; it's probably the same reason time moves differently here. But don't worry, it's gonna help us train and tune our senses and reactions better; I'm certain of that."

They walked for a little while in quiet contemplation before Goku spoke up. "We gotta come up with a trainin' plan; otherwise, we might end up overdoing it here." The Saiyan glanced briefly at his son as they continued moving forward. Goku had always been content to train and rest when required, but he worried that his son would try beyond his capabilities to keep up with him, likely to the boy's detriment.

Scrunching his brow with a puzzled look, Gohan replied, "But you never plan. If this is because of me and today, then I can keep up."

With a reassuring smile, Goku answered his son's look of worriment. "I know, it's just gonna keep us on track is all. We've only got a year here, so we wanna make it count and not lose our minds in the process."

Gohan looked back down to the blank ground, watching his feet move one in front of the other, before muttering, "I suppose…"

Goku thought about it for a little while. Just before they reached the steps to the living quarters, he spoke. "I've got it!"

The weary young boy looked up. Right now he was ready to pass out; not even food could keep him from his bed, but he had to listen; it could be important.

"How about every day, we'll train for 12 hours and rest for 12 hours? Then at the end of every week, we'll take the entire day off to do somethin' fun!"

"Are you sure, Dad? Wouldn't it be better to just keep training?" Gohan asked, dubious of this new idea.

"Gohan, you gotta rest your body too. Plus, we can train in our minds."

"In our minds?" Gohan thought on this for a moment. "Isn't that what you and Mr Piccolo used to do before the androids came?"

"Yeah, exactly that! I'm gonna teach you about image trainin' and meditation."

"So we won't really be having time off then. You had me worried there, Dad!"

Goku nervously put his hand on the back of his neck. He didn't seem to be getting through to his son yet, but he would eventually.

Gohan crossed the threshold, stood on the first couple of steps, and breathed a sigh of relief before he realised that his father hadn't followed him. He turned to see what the man was doing.

The Saiyan, who was still standing on the other side of the threshold, held a hand to his chin before raising his eyes to look at his son and opening his mouth to speak. "We need to make a distinction between time to train and time to just be us."

Although he didn't understand why his father was saying this, as the man had never separated the two in the years prior, Gohan waited for his father to continue.

"I was thinkin', how about when we're out here," Goku gestured to the endless blank domain behind him, "I'm your master, and in the living quarters, I'm just Dad." He swept his hand to point beyond where Gohan was standing. "That sound alright to you? I mean, we both need some downtime, right?" The Saiyan asked as he shrugged his shoulders.

Nodding happily in agreement, Gohan followed his father into the living quarters, glad that the pressure of the gravity on his small body had been alleviated for the day.

After dinner, Gohan barely made it to his bed before falling down, face first, and straight to sleep.

At the thump, Goku looked over at his snoring son. He smiled softly, knowing that his son was eager to push himself forward, but he was glad - at least for the moment - that the boy took the time needed to rest. Goku quietly slinked away to continue his own training back out in the abyss. Although it was important to train Gohan during the days, it was just as important for him to continue to push himself in the evenings.

Goku challenged himself with the new manoeuvres that he had been working on prior to entering the chamber. The Saiyan pushed himself as temperatures soon fluctuated around him and the environment changed to raging heat, with the room itself igniting. He battled through the inferno, casting off waves of fire that lashed around him. Feeling the pressure around his body, Goku's energy exploded as his Super Saiyan aura vaporised the harsh environment in every direction. He fell back down to the ground; his body trembled as he breathlessly fought to catch his breath, and his face streamed with sweat.

Kneeling down on the floor, grateful for the room's environment returning to its blank nothingness once more, he steadied his breathing and said to himself, "That's enough for today."

Inhaling deeply and hoping that his aching muscles would soon ease, he tilted his head back and looked up to the white above him. He would wish for a sky right now, of any kind. To watch the clouds move, the breeze dance, and the trees shift.

His mind wandered, seeking refuge, and he thought of the faint scent of his wife's cooking lingering in the air and that perfume she wore that usually stayed on his clothes. It had only been a couple of days since he last saw her, but he already missed her warmth. Not being able to sense her soft ki grated with the Saiyan, as he readily enjoyed the soothing effect that it had on his very soul. But in this place, this room of spirit and time, he was completely devoid of any ability to sense anything or anyone beyond him and Gohan. It was certainly going to be a long year in this place, but it was important; their world as they knew it rested on them being able to garner as much strength and control as possible.

Closing his eyes, he spoke out, "It's gonna be hard, but we're gonna make this, Chi-Chi, we have to. For all our sake." With that, he opened his eyes, stood, and began making his way back to the living quarters. For all that he had said to Gohan about the importance of rest, he was in need of it himself.

Laying there on his back, staring upwards, the blank ceiling above his bed acted like a canvas. Goku replayed his techniques, imagining how Cell would move, and each time he failed. His current state was far from what he would need to take Cell on, let alone defeat the bug. Every time he thought about that android, he thought of the immense ki that emanated from it. In some ways, Goku was glad that he couldn't sense ki from outside this dimension; the reprieve at least allowed him to focus on his and his son's training.

He held onto the single thought that his home and world were protected by his friends in his absence. The increase in power that Vegeta and Trunks had already shown once they had left their own training session in this place was quite incredible, but Goku was aiming even higher with his son and himself. He had felt what Cell really was and he didn't want to take any chances. His world may be safe for the time being, but that fact didn't do nearly enough to stop Goku from feeling frustrated.

It wasn't often that he felt his mood get down, but right now he was feeling something akin to anger. Closing his eyes, he breathed out heavily and grunted in annoyance as he rolled over onto his side. Opening his eyes at the new view, he stared out into the darkened room. When Goku heard the soft, reassuring sounds of Gohan's snores and felt the boy's calm ki as he slept, the Saiyan's features softened slightly.

Goku could only see that he would need to work his own body harder and push his Super Saiyan form further. That is something that he could do, no, would do. And with that, he closed his eyes, hopeful of a better tomorrow.