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Chapter Hundred-six
A Cosmic History Lesson! Back to School?!
"My story begins," Xī began as she gestured up to the stars overhead, "Many eons ago." As she spoke, trails of light connected the stars, which turned into constellations and began to move. "For hundreds of millions of years, stretching back even before I was born, there had always been five Kaioushin. The four of the East, South, West, and North, and the Daikaioushin above us all. These were good times, peaceful times. A golden era in the universe when all was at harmony."
'Jeez,' Gohan thought to himself. 'She makes it sound like things suck now.'
"They do," Xī told him bluntly and startling Gohan. For a moment he was surprised before realizing that if she was God, being able to hear his thoughts shouldn't be that big of a deal. "Well, comparatively speaking. For five million years, I have tried to do the work of five gods and I fear the universe has suffered for my failings. Chaos, war, and destruction have been allowed to spread far more rampantly than ever before…" she sighed and shook her head. "I'm getting ahead of myself. Like I was saying, things were good. Then, five million years ago, a sorcerer named Bibidi released an ancient evil called Boo." The constellations changed and Gohan watched as the diminutive form of Bibidi raised its hands and some… thing made of pure blackness formed in space, swallowing up the stars. Tendrils of blackness reached out and swallowed up the Kaioushin, leaving only Xī. "I was the only one to survive," she confirmed, "And when Bibidi sealed his monster in its shell, I cast a spell to send Majin Boo far away from the Wizard's control before killing him. Though I didn't know it at the time, I wound up sending Majin Boo to this planet."
"So what do I do?" Gohan asked. "Do I just… find where Majin Boo is and kill him while he's trapped in his shell?" He guessed that Boo was weaker while it was trapped like this or else it would have probably killed them all by now.
"No," Xī told him firmly. "Bibidi shielded Boo's shell with dark magic so that only he can find it. We will have to wait until Babidi comes to Earth in search of Boo. It shouldn't take long for him to–"
"Wait," Gohan interrupted. "Who's Babidi? Bibidi's… son or something?"
"Sort of," Xī said with a shrug. "More like a clone with many of Bibidi's memories and a desire to carry out his previous form's dying wish from the moment he was 'born'."
"Ohhhh. So he's like Piccolo."
"Yeah, sure," Xī said brusquely with a wave of her hand. "As I was saying, we will have to wait for Babidi to make his presence known on Earth. Once he has made his move, we'll make ours."
"So what do I do?" Gohan asked.
"For now?" Xī shrugged. "Wait until I come for you again. Wait and tell your strongest to prepare. I don't know what forces Babidi is amassing but I can assure you that it will be like nothing you have ever witnessed."
"Right…" Gohan muttered as he tapped his chin in thought. His strongest. Sooo… just Vegeta, then. "I've got a couple questions before you let me go or whatever."
"Yes?" Xī replied curiously with a tilt of her head.
"So… God's a woman?"
"Does that bother you?" Xī asked.
"Not at all," Gohan assured her with a smile. "I just think mother and Bulma'll get a kick out of it." Xī chuckled but shook her head. "What's wrong?"
"This matter is delicate," she told him. "I would refrain from telling anyone that did not absolutely need to know."
"Got it, got it," Gohan said with a nod. "So what happened with the Super Saiyan? Vegeta always told me the first Super Saiyan destroyed the Saiyans' old home planet." Gohan had asked the King of All Saiyans when they were both on Earth after his mom had become a Super Saiyan, wanting to know more about them. "If you're all, y'know, peace and order and all that stuff, how come you made something so… destructive?"
"The Saiyans…" Xī murmured sadly while shaking her head. "I had such high hopes for them. Everything I did was to make them great warriors. Their adaptability, their survivability, their ability to come back stronger from the brink of death. If I had been able to devote the time to them, they could have been something glorious. Champions of justice, protecting the universe. I didn't know how much they had changed in my absence. I didn't know that the first Super Saiyan's creation would be so violent. Without my guiding hand and left to their own devices, the Saiyans became creatures of violence, savagery, and destruction." She shook her head again. "There were only ever six who came anywhere close to how I'd envisioned them. Six," Xī added with a bit of a smile, "And your mom. Anything else?"
"No," Gohan said. "I'm pretty sure that's every–" then Gohan remembered something. "Oh, actually, yeah. How do you pronounce your name? She?"
Xī shook her head. "No, no," she corrected him while holding up her hands for emphasis. "Xī."
"Gee?" Gohan guessed again and Xī shook her head again, growing somewhat more agitated.
"No," she repeated. "No. Xī. Wth a Zh sound. Zzzhhh. Got it?" Gohan blinked a few times before nodding.
"Okay," he said. "Yeah, I get it."
"Okay, good," Xī replied sweetly with a smile, the irritation sliding off of her face like water off a duck's back. "Then I guess I'll let you go back to the mortal world. Oh!" she added. "One more thing. You should probably get a message from Baba or the Northern Kaiou in… oh, about a week or so regarding Son Goku."
"Wait," Gohan started to say as Xī put her fingers to his forehead, "What about my mo–" then he woke up with a start back in his bedroom, jolting so viciously that he fell out of his chair with a clatter. He looked up at the clock, panting and holding his chest. Not even a minute had passed. "What the hell…" he muttered to himself. "Was that just a weird dream?" He felt something on his arm and picked it off, realizing that he was staring at a long white hair. "Okay," he murmured as he sat up. "Not a dream."
"Gohan!" Suno called from the living room. "Are you okay? It sounded like you fell over!"
"I'm fine, mother!" Gohan assured her. "Just dozed off reading."
"Well don't stay up too late," she warned him. "You've got your first class in the morning. And don't forget your gym clothes!" Gohan nodded and rubbed the back of his neck as he stood up.
"Sure thing, mother!" he called as he looked back at his textbooks. How the hell was he supposed to finish his school reading when he apparently had the apocalypse to worry about? "Good thing I only need about three hours of sleep at the most," he muttered to himself before sitting back down at his desk. This was gonna take forever to read.
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Even though Gohan was sitting at a desk on one of the upper levels of the lecture hall, he could still hear the people muttering as far up as the front row. It made class a little difficult to focus on. He'd heard people muttering when his name had been called for roll.
"Wasn't he the little kid who helped Hercule kill Cell?"
"Yeah. Man, he got tall, huh?"
"Didn't his mom fight that other alien dude? That's what they said on the news, right?"
He also heard some of them talk about the Great Saiyaman, although somehow some people were still pronouncing it "Great Singing man and he had to bite his lip to keep himself from correcting them. The Great Saiyaman had already stopped a bank robbery on Gohan's way to school. Mask or no mask, he couldn't risk anyone getting suspicious. Someone on Gohan's left tapped on his notebook and caught his attention while the professor droned on about the basics of psychology. It was hard to focus on what the professor was saying, he just kept talking one long, incredibly unbroken sentence. It was almost hypnotic. Gohan looked to his left and, for the first time, noticed the blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl sitting next to him. She gave a small wave, her lips curled up in a smile.
"Hi there," she said softly. "I dunno if you heard when he was taking roll but I'm Erasa. So… what class do you have next?"
"Uh, physics," Gohan whispered awkwardly. Her smile widened.
"I have geology next," she told him. "I'm not a huge science person but it's pretty easy and, y'know, ya gotta take some kind of science class. I could walk with you there." Gohan, who was often very perceptive in combat, had no idea what kind of eyes she was making at him.
"Jeez," a voice said from the desk next to Erasa's that was almost familiar. "Why don't you offer him a handy under the desk?" Videl leaned forward to smirk at both of them as their faces reddened. "I'm–"
"Videl," Gohan interrupted before remembering that he had actually never seen her outside of his mom's funeral and they'd never actually talked. The Great Saiyaman had met Videl but he hadn't. "I-I mean…"
"Hey, don't sweat it," she told him with a shrug. "Of course you know me. I won the first ever Junior Budoukai and I'm Hercule's best student. I'm kind of a big deal."
"Pffft," said a voice from the row behind Gohan. "No way. My big bro Caroni was always Hercule's best student." Gohan turned in his seat to look back at a muscular young man with long blond hair, wearing a sleeveless, low-cut shirt that clearly existed for no other reason than to show off his body. He looked like a tool.
"Then why'd I kick Caroni's ass seven times before I turned thirteen, Shapna?" Videl asked with a smirk.
"My bro let you win," he told her. "'Cause you're a gi-iiiiiiyyeeeee!" his whispering boast turned into a squeal as Videl reached back and cranked his finger back in a way it wasn't supposed to bend, threatening to break it at the knuckle.
"What was that?" Videl asked calmly, bending Shapna's finger with one hand while still taking notes with the other.
"Okay!" Shapna squealed out in a whisper while Gohan watched the whole thing in bemusement. "Okay, okay, okay! You kicked my brother's ass! Jeeez!" Videl smiled and pulled her hand away while Shapna nursed his finger.
"Ms. Satan!" the professor called out while putting inflection in his voice for the first time. "Is there something important you'd like to discuss with the class?" Videl said nothing as she, Erasa, Gohan, and Shapna looked back at their notebooks. "Just because this entire bloody city has been named after your father does not mean you get to do as you please," he added before returning to his monotone for the rest of the hour. The hour that never seemed to end. Then the end-of-class bell rang and time's normal flow resumed.
"Hey!" Videl called to Gohan while running up to him as he walked the campus grounds toward the science building. "Sorry about that earlier. Not the best intro, I know, but I was really just messin' with Erasa. She sticks onto any hot guy in the school that isn't taken like they're flypaper." Gohan's face reddened and she chuckled. "So you're Son Gohan, right? Your mom's a huge hero of mine. Both of them are."
"Really?" Gohan asked curiously. "I'll be honest, I haven't really heard anyone talk about my mom who isn't one of her friends."
"Oh, yeah!" Videl told him eagerly. "Why not? Goku was an amazing martial artist! She's the only woman who ever won the Tenkaichi Budoukai. Well," she added, "Before I enter this year, that is." Then she asked, "Hey, are you gonna enter?" Gohan shook his head.
"I'm not really much of a fighter," he lied bashfully. "I mean, I'm just kinda… burnt out, I guess, from what I did when I was little." Videl gave a sympathetic, if disappointed, shrug before continuing.
"Goku saved the world like three times," she added. "Even my dad only did it once. Both of your moms took down the Red Ribbon Army!" That made Gohan stop in his tracks.
"How do you know that?" he asked. "I always figured the Royal Military took credit for the Army's defeat," Videl raised an eyebrow at that.
"You don't watch a lot of TV, do you?" she asked. "They just did a whole big thing on the history channel last year about the rise and fall of the Red Ribbon Army." Gohan figured his mother would have said something about that but he had a sneaking suspicion she hadn't watched it, either. "Hey," she said as they walked again, "I gotta ask you something. At your mom's… funeral," she paused and chewed her lip as if she knew it was an awkward subject to bring up. "How did you do that… disappearing thing?" Gohan just shrugged.
"I can't really get into it," he admitted bashfully, "But it wasn't a magic trick or smoke and mirrors. Nothing like that." It might have been easier just to say it was but his mom had taught him Instant Transmission. It'd be wrong to lie about something like that.
"I figured," she said with a shrug. "Hey, I don't think we've got another class til P.E. so I guess I'll see ya in a couple hours!" Then she turned and ran off, at which point Gohan realized that her class and his class must be in completely opposite directions.
'Why'd she walk with me, then?' Gohan thought to himself. 'It doesn't make sense. Now she might be late,' It bears repeating that Gohan was perhaps not the most perceptive young man.
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"Mooom," Trunks groaned as he tugged at his mom's lab coat. "Why can't I enter the Junior Budoukai? I'm old enough!"
"It's not an age thing and you know it," Bulma told her son while she worked on a prototype design for powered armor that would help relief workers move huge masses of rubble and debris during natural disasters. "You're way too strong to enter the tournament and have it be even a little bit fair. You're only going in there to puff up your little ego and your dad does that more than enough with this whole 'Prince' junk." Trunks huffed and cross his arms in a surly little pout.
"If Goten entered it'd be fair," he muttered. "She's almost as strong as me!" Bulma just giggled. "What's so funny?"
"Ohhh, nothing," she assured him. "It's just funny. Goten's moms got together at the 23rd Budoukai," Bulma gave him a teasing look and Trunks' face screwed up in childish disgust.
"Mooom!" he whined. "No way! Goten's a girl and girls are gross!"
"I'm a girl," Bulma reminded him. "So watch it, mister."
"You're not a girl, mom, you're a mom," Trunks retorted. Bulma laughed and shook her head.
"Either way," she told him, "I doubt Suno'll let Goten enter." Trunks gave Bulma a smirk and jumped up, yanking his mother's cell phone out of her pocket. "Hey! What do you think you're doing?!" Trunks stuck out his tongue as he scrolled through his mom's contacts before getting to Suno. Then he pressed call and waited for her to pick up.
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"Hey Bulma," Suno said in the middle of her yoga, phone tucked between her ear and shoulder while she stood on one leg in the Half Moon Pose. "What's up?"
"Hi, Mrs. Goten's mom," Trunks said, surprising Suno somewhat. "Is Goten there?" Suno giggled a little, making Trunks roll his eyes.
"Yeah," she told him, "Hold on," Then she moved her phone into her free hand and held it up high. "Goten!" she called. "Phone for you! It's Trunks!" Goten came racing out of her room and yanked the phone out of Suno's hand before dashing back into her room where she'd been watching cartoons.
"Hey, Trunks!" she said eagerly while sitting on the edge of her bed and kicking her feet.
"Hey, Goten," Trunks said smugly. "Guess what? My mom's letting me enter the Junior Budoukai!"
"Whaaat?" Goten gasped excitedly. "That's awesome! Mamaaaa!" Goten called as she pulled away from the phone. "Mama, Trunks is entering the Budoukai! Can I enter?"
"Sure!" Suno called from the other room, smiling from ear to ear.
"Now I'm entering, too!" Goten told Trunks. "I'm gonna kick your butt!"
"No way," Trunks shot back. "I'm gonna kick your butt, 'cause my dad's gonna help me train!"
"Oh yeah?!" Goten bristled. "Well my big bro's gonna help me train and he's way stronger than your dumb ol' dad!" Then she stuck out her tongue with a "Mleeeeh!" and Trunks did the same before they both hung up.
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"Veeeery clever," Bulma told her son with an approving nod as she tousled Trunks' hair and took the phone back from him. "Just one problem: How're you gonna get your dad to help you train?" Trunks stared blankly. He hadn't thought that far yet and his face fell. Bulma smiled sympathetically and crouched down to be at his eye level. "Wanna know a secret?" she told him. "Your dad wasn't a huge fan of Goten's mom."
"Suno?" Trunks asked and Bulma chuckled, shaking her head.
"No," she told him, "I mean Goku. Although your dad calls her Kakarot 'cause he's stubborn. I bet," she told him with a boop on the nose to emphasize, "That if you told him you were trying to kick Goku's daughter's butt, he'd be happy to help you train." Trunks beamed and rushed off, no doubt planning to do just that. Bulma laughed and shook her head. It was nice that the boys were going to spend some time together.
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"Now Goten," Suno admonished gently as her daughter gave her the phone back. "Don't you think it's a little unfair to say Gohan will help you train without asking him?"
"Do you think he won't?" Goten asked sullenly as she looked down at her feet. Suno smiled and patted her daughter's head reassuringly.
"Of course he will," she assured her. "You know your big brother will do anything for you. Just remember in the future to ask first," Goten nodded and Suno patted her head again. "Now go back to your cartoons. You've still got a little time before I want you to help me start on dinner," It was a big task, making supper for two hungry, growing Saiyans. Goten beamed and nodded eagerly before going back to her room. Suno wondered how Gohan's first day of school was going.
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Gohan struggled awkwardly into the gym clothes his mother had bought for him after the other guys had already left the boys' locker room. He'd never worn anything other than his gi for exercise but this probably wasn't the same thing. They definitely felt a size too small. He guessed his mother still wasn't used to buying clothes based on Gohan's growth spurt. Not that Gohan could blame her, of course. Sometimes he was still surprised by how much he'd grown and it was his body, for crying out loud.
"I just hope I don't get laughed at for looking too stupid," Gohan muttered to himself as he walked out of the locker room.
"Do you think Mr. Haddock'll split the teams for baseball to guys versus guys and girls versus girls?" Erasa asked as she and Videl stretched.
"I hope not," Videl muttered as she bent a leg back over her head. "I know I could whip any of these guys' butt in any sport, never mind baseb–" Videl's sentence stopped, as well as her brain, when Gohan walked out of the boys' locker room and out onto the baseball field. Erasa followed her line of sight and had a similar mental shutdown.
Gohan's top, on top of having no sleeves to show off every inch of his muscular arms, also seemed to be cut at the midriff to give a clear view to most of his rippling abs as well as his bulging pecs. Not that it really mattered what the red fabric did cover, since it was stretched so tightly over Gohan's chest that it might as well have been painted on for all the good that it did. His black shorts only went about halfway down his toned thighs and… Videl wrenched her eyes away just as Gohan took a drink of water from his water bottle, a thin stream of water running off of the corner of his mouth, trailing down his neck and catching every contour of his chest like a slinky going down a staircase.
"Jeez," Gohan muttered as he wiped a forearm across his forehead. "Sure is a hot day, huh?"
"Yuh-yuh-yuh-yeah," Erasa muttered, her face as red as a stop sign and her eyes about the size of two Capsule Corp Megamoons. "H-hot." Videl rolled her eyes at her friend and shook her head. Gohan blinked.
"What's everyone staring at?" he asked. "Do I look weird or something?" Videl looked over her shoulder and was surprised to see almost the entire gym class having reactions that were nearly identical to Erasa's borderline epilepsy.
"Y'look fine, ya dork," Videl muttered tersely. To her credit, regardless of her internal reaction, her external reaction was reduced to a slight flushing of the cheeks and a faint trickle of blood coming out of her left nostril, which she quickly wiped away.
"Okay," Coach Haddock muttered in a blase tone behind his thick mustache after the students had composed themselves. "Gohan, you're first up at bat. Shapna, you're pitching." Shapna smirked and twisted his ballcap around so the bill of the hat was facing backwards.
'This Gohan jerk thinks he's fooling anyone with this innocent bumpkin routine,' Shapna thought to himself as he knuckled the ball behind his back and bent forward, sticking his tongue out of the corner of his mouth. He was one of the few who hadn't lost their heads when seeing Gohan. 'We'll see how great they all think he is when I lob this ball at his head and make him squeal like a sissy!'
'Okay,' Gohan thought to himself as he choked up on the baseball bat. 'If I don't do anything crazy, they'll think I'm normal. Maybe I'll just let it hit me and walk.' Shapna reached his arm back as far as he could and whipped forward with all the strength in his body. To his horror, the ball hit Gohan right on the bridge of the nose, snapping his head back and making a terrible "CRACK!" Everyone gasped, certain that Gohan's nose had just been horribly broken.
'What the hell?!' Shapna thought to himself as a sudden pang of guilt, panic, and regret stabbed him. 'Why didn't he duck like a sissy?!' He'd barely gotten the thought out of his head when Gohan lowered his head back without so much as a scratch on his face and the two evenly-cleaved halves of the baseball fell to the ground at his feet.
"Soooo," Gohan said as Haddock stared at him with his eyes nearly popping out of his head and his cigar dangling out of the corner of his mouth. "That means I walk, right?"
"Y-y-yeah," Haddock muttered as he jerked a shaky thumb towards first base. "Go nuts!" Gohan dropped the baseball bat as Haddock picked up the two halves of the baseball and stared incredulously. "Somebody get a new ball out of the ball bag!"
'Awesome,' Gohan thought to himself as he walked jauntily toward first base. 'And nobody suspects a thing!'
The rest of gym passed by similarly uneventfully, with Gohan expertly (not at all) managing to convince the others that his leap to catch a pop fly ball had just been because of the soles of his new gym shoes and flawlessly (not a chance) getting everyone to believe that he had been gripping the bat wrong and that was why it had nearly cracked in half when he'd bunted the ball. The rest of the school day passed easily enough and before Gohan knew it, it was time to head home.
"Hey," Erasa suggested as they all walked toward the parking lot. "Why don't you come hang out with us? We can basically go anywhere we want, Videl's name's all over the city." Videl rolled her eyes and gave her friend a good natured shove.
"I didn't know you were just my friend for the perks," she remarked sarcastically. Erasa made a face and looked comically offended at the suggestion.
"I'd like to," Gohan told them, "But I gotta be heading back home. I live outside East City and–"
"Excuse me?!" Shapna interjected. "Outside East City?! That's like four and a half hours from here!"
'Smooth,' Gohan told himself sarcastically. 'Real smooth.' "W-well, y'know," he stammered out quickly as he tried to recover. "I'm just… committed to my education!"
"That's a heck of a commute," Videl observed. "You sure you're okay takin' the bus and everything? My dad got me a brand new Capsule Jet Car for my birthday. We can get you there in like an hour."
"You don't have to do that," Gohan assured her bashfully with the wave of a hand. "I don't mind taking the bus. It gives me time to think and stuff. I'll see you guys tomorrow!" Videl studied him curiously for a moment before she gave a shrug.
"Okay," she decided with a wave as she and the others walked through the parking lot. "See ya later!" Gohan walked to the bus stop and watched the three friends drive off in Videl's cherry red hot rod. He waited until they were well out of sight and gave one more quick look around before putting two fingers to his forehead and vanishing.
"I'm home!" Gohan declared as he materialized in the Son Family living room.
"Hi, sweety!" Suno called from the kitchen as she stirred away at a hearty pot of chicken and dumplings. "How was your first day of sch–"
"Big broooo!" Goten cried exuberantly as she launched herself out of her bedroom and threw herself at Gohan, clinging fiercely to his shirt. "Big bro, big bro, big bro, big bro!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Gohan exclaimed as he pulled his sister off of him and held her up with his hands under her arms. "What's goin' on, little sis? Where's the fire?"
"Trunks an' me are entering the Junior Budoukai!" she explained. "Trunks told me he was gonna train with his dad so he'd win but I told him that I was gonna train with you 'cause you're way stronger than his dumb, mean, ol' dad!" Gohan thought about that. He hadn't trained seriously in years and, if Vegeta was Vegeta… now Gohan wasn't really sure which of them was stronger. He looked back at his little sister's face and she looked pathetically at him with huge puppy dog eyes.
"Alright," Gohan relented without much pressure. "Alright, alright!" How could he refuse his baby sister?
"Yaaay!" Goten cheered as she kicked her little feet. "Mama!" she called. "Can me and Gohan spar real quick? I wanna show him what you taught me!" Suno picked her spoon up from the pot and seemed to be in deep thought as she tasted it.
"Pleeeease?" Her children asked in unison and Suno smiled so brightly it could have lit the entire house in the dark.
"Okay," she told them. "But just a quick one! Dinner's in twenty minutes and I want you both washed up before you so much as pick up a fork!" Gohan and Goten whooped victoriously and Goten rushed out into the backyard while Gohan zipped into his room to change into his gi before joining her.
"Okay," Gohan said as he got into his fighting stance. "Let's see what you've got, Goten!" Goten rushed at her brother with surprising speed, catching him off guard and nearly hitting him in the stomach with a leaping kick before he caught her. 'Guess I'm rustier than I thought,' Gohan thought as he pushed her away. Goten rebounded with a series of rapid fire punches to Gohan's stomach and chest, even going so far as to throw a leaping hook at Gohan's jaw. Gohan managed to block them all, though the hook got a little too close for comfort. As Goten kept trying, Gohan found himself getting back into his fighting groove. "Come on," he told her as his mom had once coached him. "Don't get frustrated! That'll just make it harder to hit me! Focus!" Goten jumped up and swung a roundhouse kick to the side of Gohan's head with all her might. Gohan pushed her kick away with a forearm and, reacting instinctively, he slugged her right in the face. Goten cried out painfully and hit the grass with a thud. "Goten!" Gohan cried as he dropped right out of his fighting stance and ran to her. "Goten, I'm so sorry! Oh my gosh, are you okay?" Goten pulled her hands away from her face and Gohan was immediately hit by a rush of guilt as he saw a huge bruise on her cheek. "Oh man, oh man, oh man! Goten, I'm so sorr–"
The next thing he knew, Gohan had been knocked flat on his ass. It took several seconds for him to realize he'd even been hit and he sat up slowly, rubbing at his jaw and wincing painfully. He looked up and saw Goten standing in front of him.
She… she was a Super Saiyan.
"WHAT?!"
A/N: If by chance, you're like me and you're musically inclined, you might feasibly believe that the Xi and Gohan scene went like this:
Gohan: "So wait... I have a lot of ... I mean... what are you?"
Kaioushin: "I believe the words you're looking for are 'Thank you'."
Gohan: "Thank you?!"
Kaioushin: "You're welcome!"
Gohan: "No, wait, hold on! I didn't... I mean... who the heck... where did you even-"
Kaioushin: "Okay, okay. I see what's happening, here.
You're face to face with Godhood and it's strange.
Don't even know how ya feel. It's adorable!
Well, it's nice to see that Ningen never change.
Open your eyes let's begin
Yes, it's really me, it's Xi, breathe it in.
I know it's a lot, the hair, the bod.
When you're starin' at Almighty God!
So what can I say except You're Welcome!
For the planets, moons, and skies!
Hey, it's okay, it's okay, You're Welcome!
I'm just a certain special kinda Kai!
Hey! Who has two thumbs and filled up the sky
With stars to light the dark, this Kai!
When the worlds were cold, who filled them with fire from deep inside?
She's right here, my guy!
Oh! Also, I made your hair gold,
You're Welcome,
To give you strength and make you bold.
Also, I gave Namek life,
You're Welcome!
To save the day and end your strife!
So what can I say, except, You're Welcome!
For forces like gravity!
There's no need to pray, it's okay, You're Welcome!
I guess it's just my way of being me!
You're welcome! You're welcome!
Well, come to think of it...
I mean, I could go on and on, Gohan,
I could explain every natural phenomenon
The powers full moons bring?
Yeah, that was Xi, just doin' her thing.
The dead start to walk, I put 'em back down!
Stopped some space pirates from screwin' around.
What's the lesson, what is the takeaway?
Don't mess with Xi, if you wanna live, walk away!
And the tapestry up in the stars!
Shows just how many victories there are!
Look what I've done, I make everything happen!
Look at the constellations tippity-tappin', tappin', tappin', tappin', hey, hey, hey, hey!
Well anyway, lemme say, You're welcome! For the cosmos that you've seen!
Hey, it's okay, it's okay, You're Welcome!
'Cause there's something you can do for me!
Hey, it's your day to say "You're Welcome!"
'Cause there's something I need from you!
Help me save the universe, you're welcome!
From the abomination called Majin Buu!
You're Welcome! You're Welcome! You're Welcome!
And thank you!