Man it feels so weird to be at the time skip. Like I scan through my ideas of suture plans and just have to pause because like, some of those are present plans now. That feels, so weird. There are so many little scenes that I have planned and now I'm just afraid of forgetting any

Also new cover image. I quite like this one

thewittywhy: I suppose that is a possibility, though I'm not sure how I'd implement it. And as for putting nay limitations on SSG, the point of the limitations on 4 was so that it isn't terribly OP for this point in the story, at SSG's point, it's pretty on par. And there's already some limitation, what with the ritual in of itself.

Nevermourned: Gosh Golly that is an idea

TheWaterKid: I mean who wouldn't want to play Superhero, if only for a little bit. Though I am having difficulty coming up with a name for the Saiyaman equivalent.

guestyperson: le welcome back

Guest: look man, Goku POV's are hard enough. A Vegeta POV is completely out of my depth

I frowned as I shook the pill bottle. It rattled far closer to empty than I'd be comfortable with.

I poured out the remaining pills and counted them out. A few months left at most.

I'm sure it originally had enough blockers to get me through high school, but I doubt the future version of me planned for extra time in the time chamber beyond the initial year.

Probably should have counted that out before agreeing to take my final year in a public school. My grades had fallen since I caught up to what I knew and this was the solution I'd come up with.

It was a win win win. I'd get to meet Videl, assuming that much went as canon. I'd get like, actual social activity away from Goku's friends. And, I'd get back to normal teenage expectations on schoolwork. I don't hate Chichi but man she has absurd expectations.

But now I'd get through just over half of it at most before I'd have to deal with this.

And of course I had to wait until short notice. And- I could have done something sooner. Namely, Making a wish. But, well, I just, got used to things staying the same. I was taller than I'd been before, but not nearly as much as canon Gohan should have been. I had plenty of muscle definition, but not more than I'd had since- I guess training for the Androids? Maybe even Frieza. Point being, that wasn't exactly dependent on puberty. And any other distinctions, well, Sayain just kinda aged weirdly, and being half-human, no one really knew what to expect.

I guess I just, kept waiting for someone to question it, without knowing how I'd even respond if anyone did. But, no one ever did.

I'm pretty sure Raditz kinda knows? I mean, he hasn't said anything, but that was kinda the implication of him knowing that Future me was well, me.

And it's not like my sense of style was ever overly feminine, and that didn't change here, even in a form of overcorrection, though I was tempted, it just, wasn't worth the effort.

The most I'd ever do was let Ena paint my nails. Which, for a few years my nails did have a near constant coat of one color or another, but as she got older and busier that practice faded away and I just wasn't patient enough to paint them myself.

So, no one ever questioned it. And I never said anything. Things just, remained stagnant. Which, logically, I knew was probably a good thing anyway. It's generally best to wait until you could support yourself, that's something I knew from others' experiences at least.

But now I had a time frame. One I'd have to deal with in the next few months, one way or another.

…

Oh well. That's for future me to deal with.

I took one and shoved the rest away. I kept the bottle hidden in a capsule case surrounded by other Capsules filled with mundane supplies stored for convenience. I didn't have to worry about anyone finding it if it was entirely inconspicuous, and no one needed to dig through my capsules of art supplies and pencils when I have pencils in any other corner of my room anyway.

I finished getting ready for the day by slapping on a rather specific watch. See, unlike canon Gohan, I already knew I'd want to go play superhero for a bit, so I asked Bulma to make me a disguise ahead of time, though I did give her my own design instead of letting her do whatever.

It's not that I'm complying with canon. I wanted to play superhero. There's a difference. I was just, taking inspiration from canon.

The watch itself was inconspicuous in design. It had a couple more buttons than you'd expect but other than that it looked like any average watch.

Just as long as you don't press the button that activates the suit. Or the one that just has a spare outfit, just in case. Or the one that slides out a compartment just barely big enough for one Senzu Bean.

I exited my room to see a seven-year-old already chattering at the breakfast table. Goten stopped talking to greet me before going on again about whatever Trunks's said or something.

If I were to guess I'd say their little trio was a little stronger than in canon. Obviously they still never went out of their way to train, but with Goku around Goten had more of a reason to, if only to spend more time with him. Which then left Trunks to train more because he practically refused to let Goten be stronger than he was, and Clover did the same as to not be left behind.

The fact that they could go super Sayain wasn't a mystery either. I still had absolutely no idea how they managed it, but the second Nappa found out the Clover could, he was instantly bragging about it which led to the discovery of the other two rather quickly.

Goten could also fly, which I was pretty sure he couldn't for some reason in canon. Or, he couldn't yet. Probably also due to training with Goku more.

And I didn't completely drop training either. Obviously, I never went out of my way for it, but I did occasionally spare with Piccolo or Goku and I always made sure I could flip on the blonde without much effort, if only for the convenience.

And of course I always ensured I could pull out The Ultimate if necessary. I've only had to actually use it to fight, like, once since the Bojack thing. Just because it was just way too OP for any normal circumstance. That being said, it'd suck if I needed it but couldn't access it for whatever reason so I made sure to test it every few months to be certain.

I, never really sparred with it though. No one was close to that level, even with Goku and Vegeta both unlocking SS2 over the years. It just, wasn't close.

My attempts of dubbing it "Super Duper Sayain" unfortunately went unfounded.

A fact that I knew grated Vegeta to no end. I'm half surprised he never wished for his tail back but I guess wishing for power, even if by technicality, was just too grating to his pride.

My standing as the strongest, person. To exist, ever, was stable for now and probably would remain as such until the whole Super Sayain God thing came to be.

Maybe that was why I wasn't as worried about the Buu saga coming in the next few weeks or months as I should have been. I knew for a fact that I was stronger than he was.

I finished eating and grabbed my stuff as I took off for my first day of school. Honestly, I probably could have, or should have tried to talk Chichi into letting me go earlier but, high school was a pain. I didn't want to have to deal with a bunch of teenagers for four years, one was plenty.

I traveled miles in seconds and in mere minutes I was at the edge of Orange- sorry, Satan City.

The fact that they renamed an entire city after him was just so funny man.

Still, no need to catch attention for flying through a city. I lowered myself to the side of a road and tossed out a capsule, revealing an electric scooter.

A plenty effective way to travel the last few blocks.

I didn't get down three blocks before hearing gunshots.

I, really don't understand why the city that the supposed strongest man in the world is also the most crime-riddled but hey, at least it won't be boring.

I stopped behind a corner in between buildings and kicked out the kickstand of the scooter.

Welp, time to make my debut. I pressed the button on the watch and was still kinda wigged out as to how it replaced my outfit seamlessly.

The outfit wasn't anything too crazy. The base of it was a suit similar to Vegeta's, kinda. It was a bit looser and thicker, and purple instead of blue. It was separated by a white belt that held several holsters for whatever capsules or nicknacks I might need.

I had off black gloves and boots. Technically I'd prefer fingerless gloves for the aesthetic, but from what I remembered of canon, I wouldn't put it past Videl to try and fingerprint me.

The flashiest part of the assemble was the lab coat I swiped. I figured it'd be a neat touch and add a bit of flair.

And the only thing covering my face was a pair of goggles that definitely did not have any inspiration from any other media source. Similarly, on the back of the lab coat, I had stitched on the Crest of Hope, which similarly had no source of origin whatsoever.

The lack of coverage they provided didn't really matter considering the last touch-

With a flair of Ki I sparked into Super Sayain, which I figured would be plenty to cover my bases in disguise.

I strolled up just in time to see a group of vagabonds in a shootout with some cops.

I jumped into the center of the shootout, momentarily pausing it in both sides' surprise.

The crooks were muttering in confusion, and the police were shouting at me to get out of the way.

I tilted my head and did not do that. Instead, I glanced at the nearest ski mask wearing fool and in the next moment I was behind him and he was down.

The next two were downed by a kick and swipe respectively. I was careful to regulate my strength enough that I wouldn't dismember them, let alone kill them.

The last one that wasn't already in a car leveled his gun at me, and while I certainly had plenty of time to dart forward and get rid of it, instead I let him shoot to prove the point.

Said point being that I could catch the bullets without a care.

The gun ran empty and I was unharmed. The man stumbled back in shock.

I darted forward and removed the gun from his hand. I then flicked his forehead just hard enough that he was sent crashing back into their getaway car.

Said car decided that it wasn't worth the risk and tried to drive off.

Keyword: tried.

Kinda hard to get away when your wheels weren't touching the road.

"Hi," I waved when the driver realized he wasn't getting anywhere and looked up in shock.

Technically the roof of the car definitely couldn't support being held up like this, but a bit of Ki spread through reinforced it enough that it was fine, mostly. It still dented quite a bit.

I reached through the window and plucked the driver out of it. Shame, hasn't this guy ever heard of seatbelts? Guess not.

Only then did I drop the car back down and placed the driver back in the center of the shebacle.

I kicked away any lingering guns on the ground and sensed out to make sure I hadn't missed anyone hiding.

Finding none I nodded and turned back to the cops.

"Bye!" I waved and took off directly into the sky.

I flew off in the opposite direction before darting back around to grab my scooter and continue along.

I paused along the carnage to appear like an ordinary bystander.

"You!"

Admittedly I did startle a bit at the voice directly behind me.

Standing there was a teenage girl with dark hair in loose pigtails. She was wearing a long t-shirt, bicycle shorts, and fingerless gloves. She stood with an air of confidence I could only hope to achieve.

Videl.

"Tell me who did this. It hardly looks like Police work," she demanded.

I shrugged, "dunno. Some kid in a lab coat or something. Took off into the air."

I slinked away as she started muttering about how she should have been the one to take care of it.

Now, I fully realize that she'll probably figure it out anyway, but that doesn't mean I have to make it easy for her. Might as well have some fun with this. At least at first. If we get too close to the tournament I'll probably just end up telling her anyway.

I'm pretty sure she has to learn Ki, not just for plot but for safety. I mean, she was just talking about wanting to jump into a shootout, and while it was easy to tell she was well and above the average person, as strong if not stronger than her father, she was still almost certainly not bulletproof.

Besides, I'm pretty sure she got really hurt in one of her tournament fights? I couldn't quite remember the context, but I'd hate if it was worse because she couldn't have the baseline defense of Ki control.

Still, we got plenty of time before then to have a bit of fun.

The school was, a school. It was completely indoors which was neat. Before, all the schools I went to had multiple buildings and mostly open spaces between them rather than one building.

A teacher met me in the hall as I followed the room numbers, checking my schedule and trying to find the right one.

He lead me inside and I frowned when he introduced me as "Mr. Son Gohan."

I mean, yeah I was still going to present as male here, kinda had to, especially since at least Videl is probably going to interact with the plot, but still. I generally read as neutral nowadays and it would have been nice to have some of that ambiguity.

The frown twitched to a grin when I saw one head sharply turn at my name.

"Goh!?" A teenage girl whose hair had recently been cut down into a bob slammed her hands on the desk as she rose to her feet in the window seat of the back row.

"Miss Chico. Please refrain from shouting in the middle of class," the teacher said.

Unsurprisingly, Chico beckoned me to sit in the open seat next to her. The teacher warned that I'd be moved if it caused any disruptions.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me you were joining!" She hissed at me under her breath.

I shrugged, "oh? Did I forget to mention? My bad."

"My bad my-" Chico cut herself off at the cough from the teacher.

One row ahead of us sat three vaguely familiar teens.

Closest to the window was a girl with blond hair cropped short and styled. She wore a tube top, which honestly surprised me. Guess this school really doesn't have much in way of a dress code, other than wearing the orange star pin.

Two seats over was a boy with long blond hair. He wore a tank top which supported my lack of dress code theory, and had a remarkable amount of muscle definition for a teen. Though, sensing his energy, he'd be stronger than average, but still well below even Mr. Satan.

Erasa and Sharpener. Their names were only remembered because of how odd they were.

And sitting between the two was the girl I'd already met, Videl.

Erasa was the one of them who started up a conversation in between classes.

"Hey! New kid. Aren't you a cute one!"

"Uh- thanks."

"You two know each other?" She asked, pointing between Chico and I.

"Known each other since we were kids. Practically siblings," Chico stated matter of factly.

"Shit man. Sibling zoned. That's like, the ultimate friend zone," Sharpener laughed.

I opted to ignore his comment.

Erasa glared at him for me anyway.

"So where are you from, Gohan?" She asked.

"Around Mount Paozu."

Erasa blinked and Videl turned around. Sharpener was doing the mental math in his head.

"That's, some commute. That's gotta be four or five hours even with the fastest Jetcopter on the market."

I shrugged, "it's a bit, I fly most of the way and have a scooter for traveling around the city itself."

I took out a Capsule Case. I did technically have a Jetcopter in here. Bulma gave it to me once it got too outdated for her tastes, even though I had absolutely no idea how to drive it.

"That's where I know you!" Videl interrupted.

"Huh? Mount Paozu?"

"No not- I ran into you before school. At that bank robbery!"

"Oh yeah. Hey."

"Oh?" Erasa cut back in, "then you must have seen that mysterious vigilante."

I raised an eyebrow. Now granted I wasn't planning on giving myself a name, just letting the masses decide, unless they decided on something stupid then I guess I'd have to pick something.

I, kinda hoped they'd find something cooler than just vigilante or the vigilante though. It wasn't bad but like, kinda, plain? Eh. I dunno. Not like I could come up with something better. I'm sure more names will pop up as time goes on.

Better than golden fighter at least.

"Yeah. An androgynous person with blonde hair and super strength. Then mysteriously disappeared into the air," Chico said with just barely enough sarcasm that, yeah she probably suspects at the very least.

I shrugged, "I'd say that covers it. I dunno. Stopped the shooting at least."

Actually come to think of it, it's really not great that there were so many bystanders just watching that shootout. It probably would not have been hard for a stray bullet to hit one of them.

"I heard they caught bullets with their bare hands," Erasa stated, her voice tilting as though she was just talking gossip.

"Oh come on Erasa, he or she or whatever was totally just wearing padded gloves. If that happened at all. It was probably made up," Sharpener replied.

Meanwhile, Videl was glaring at me for some reason. No idea why, it was way too soon for her to suspect me. Probably.

Regardless, the conversation was cut short by the teacher snapping to pay attention.

Amusingly even the reading passages somehow had to do with Mr. Satan.

…

PE, existed. Granted I didn't have nearly as much excuse to hate it as I did before. Now I was actually capable of basic exercise. Actually, I now had rather opposite a problem, I had to remind myself of things normal people can do.

I'll just match myself with Chico throughout.

I changed in a unisex bathroom because screw that. Normal kids weren't allowed to do that and I have no idea how Chichi managed to get me special permission, but my excuse to her was that it'd be pretty inconvenient if people saw my tail.

Which, yeah I've started to wrap it around my waist in public, usually tucking it under my shirt. I just didn't like the stares. It wasn't an issue before because I was barely in public, but as I got physically older and went to bigger cities it was definitely easier to notice.

But that's besides the point. The point being: PE. Apparently, we were playing baseball today. Which, hey I remember this episode.

"You do know how baseball works, right?" Sharpener asked sarcastically.

I raised an annoyed eyebrow, "I know the basic rules. Probably not all the terminology though."

As an afterthought, I added, "one of my dad's friends plays professionally I think. Never watched though."

Unfortunately, I do, in fact, know that normal people can't jump super high in the air so I didn't do that.

Unfortunately but actually this time, when it was my turn to bat, I thought that I reeled in my strength enough. But I uh, did not.

I hissed through my teeth. Definitely just gonna bunt from now on. For now though, guess I'll have to play that off somehow.

See now Videl was justified in having some suspicions about me.

I ran the bases which, that definitely qualified as a home run. And by ran I mean I very lightly jogged being quite hyperaware of each step.

After the fact, when questioned I just shrugged it off awkwardly and said something along the lines of a lucky break or a fluke. The many, many times I was questioned.

The end of PE could not come soon enough.

"Hey, would you two want to join us for lunch? Since you live so far out there I doubt you have any friends in the area." Erasa asked after the fact.

I glanced at Chico. She shrugged.

"Sure."

"So how's the two of you meet?" Erasa asked as we walked up some stairs. Apparently, the three of them often ate on the roof. Good to know the door up there was unlocked.

"Oh, I told you Goh and I were friends since we were little kids. And boy was it a first impression, I could have sworn she jumped fifteen feet in the air, but I was probably imagining it, I was like, six."

I hadn't even noticed the mistake. Videl, unfortunately, did.

"She?"

But Chico was seamless. She blinked before responding, "oh, whoops, just got a new kid at the orphanage named Toh. Wires crossed, you know? Sorry."

I'd have been impressed if the imaginary Toh hasn't been her excuse for the past few years if she ever slipped up around a new person. It'd only work a couple of times at most per person though.

Chico didn't even live at the orphanage anymore. She and Rom were living with Pigero who was given custody when he was able to prove he could support them. Like, they still visited from time to time but it's not like it's enough for that to be a valid excuse anymore.

Sharpener held the door as the rest of us got onto the roof.

"Hey is the roof always unlocked?" I asked. Because, worst case I'd manage even if it wasn't but still, nice to know.

"Usually, if it's locked we can just ask a janitor to open it though. No one can say no to Videl. Considering who her dad is and all."

Now see, obviously I knew who her dad was. I knew it quite well actually.

That did absolutely nothing to stop me from asking, "oh really? Who?"

Erasa gasped, "you don't know?! Videl's dad is none other than Mr. Satan of course!"

"Oh really?" I asked, and Chico barely huffed at my side. I repressed the urge to glance over. It's not like I didn't know why anyway.

Obviously, Pigero's group knew that it wasn't Mr. Satan. And they were not fans of his as a result. Which, if I was the only one being "plighted" here, I'm pretty sure I should have been the one to get the final say on if they should be mad at him.

Oh well.

"Must be pretty annoying to be a celebrity's kid. I'd never want to deal with it."

I sat with my back against the edge as I pulled out a regular-sized lunch box and an unmarked pill bottle.

I shook the bottle at their questioning looks, "supplements," I answered the unasked questions.

It was the truth anyway. It was annoying to have to eat an army's amount of food just to function, so Bulma developed some calorie supplements over the years. Obviously, I still had to eat normal food for the nutrients or whatever, but they certainly made life easier.

Most of the older Sayains preferred their personal buffets whenever eating, but Raditz sometimes took them. Also the kids, though usually it was half doses and hidden somewhere in their food. Like vitamins or vegetables.

The rest of the day went on rather uneventful. Erasa asked a bunch of questions, which I answered and only had to edit a few details here and there.

They tried to get me to join a few clubs, Sharpener was rather insistent on the boxing club, citing the baseball incident as the reason, which was a problem for obvious reasons. But the excuse of the absurd commute was easy enough to wave off.

As we exited the school Chico and I split off from the other three. The second we were away she turned on me.

"Why are we pretending to be friends with the liar's daughter?"

"We're not. Pretending, that is. C'mon, Mr. Satan's a cool guy, I've personally met him. Besides, even if he wasn't, that's have nothing to do with his kid. And I think being friends with them would be neat."

Chico pouted, before turning her head back up, "fine. But the second she does anything- it's done. Until then, I'll pretend to tolerate them. In exchange for free rides home, mysterious Vigilante."

I cringed, "yeah I'm gonna need to come up with a better name. But fine fine. I assume you want the express lane?" I asked even though the answer was obvious.

It's not like flying Chico home was any bit of a hassle, even if I had to fly a bit slower to accommodate.

Ok. Before anyone complains. Why, oh why, would I have introduced the puberty blockers if I wasn't going to use them? I do have a set point at which I'm going to address it.

Anyway, yeah I'm actually having difficulties with coming up with a name for the Sayaiman equivalent. It super does not matter for the plot at all and I just have no idea lol