Gohan
- Chapter 2 |
| Gohan flew calmly towards his home, well as calm as he could. He knew his ki was yo-yoing up and down. He was half expecting Piccolo to show up and see what the problem was. To say he was upset would have been the understatement of the century. He had figured high school would be easy if he ignored everyone. However that was not the case. Instead of staying out of any sort of social interaction he ended up with two people forcing themselves into his life. One of them was at least tolerable; the other was just a damn nuisance. The demi- Saiya-jin stopped suddenly when he realized he was heading in the wrong direction. He quickly calmed himself and placed two fingers on his forehead. ~*~*~*~*~*~ “Okay Vegeta, I think they’ve learned their lesson.” Chi Chi announced as she walked in the gravity room. She motioned to the two barely moving demi-saiya-jins on the floor. Chi Chi took in Vegeta’s appearance, nothing seemed too out of place. He was in his transformed state and so his hair was blonde. However Chi Chi knew that when he powered down his hair would be in a nice rainbow of fluorescent colors, courtesy of the terrible two. “Fine, take them. I’ve had my fill.” Vegeta huffed and went back to his training. The Son matriarch scraped the two boys off the floor and left the room. As she began walking towards the Capsule Corp. Compound she felt a rush of air and a second later her oldest son appeared. Chi Chi immediately dropped the two children, causing them to groan as they hit the ground. She the proceeded to jump about fifteen feet in the air. When she landed she immediately slapped her son. “Gohan! I’ve told you a thousand times not to do that! It was bad enough when you father would do that. I almost had a heart attack.” Gohan just ginned and laughed nervously. “Sorry mom. I could only find your ki. Well actually yours was the only stable one.” “Well, why didn’t you just fly here?” “Well, I had to vent a little and I sorta forgot I said I’d come here after school.” “Speaking of which...isn’t it a little early for you to be out?” “Normally yes, but it’s a half day cause of some event for the idiot.” “Oh...” “So, anyway...what happened to these two?” Gohan said as he pointed to the unconscious duo on the ground. “Their pranks went a little too far.” “And I’m guessing Vegeta showed them the error of their ways.” “A few times.” Gohan laughed, as did his mother. For him it felt good to put away his Vegeta persona in favor of his normal one. He picked up Trunks and headed, with his mother, to the young princes’ room. After that the pair went down to the kitchen where Bulma was waiting. Gohan noticed she seemed a little upset. As soon as the blue haired beauty saw him she leapt at him. “Gohan! Just the man I was looking for.” This, of course, made Gohan nervous. “Really?” “I really need your help. You see I’ve designed a costume for a local movie company...” “Since when have you designed anything outside new capsules?” “It’s a hobby now stop interrupting.” “Yes ma’am.” “Anyway, this is for a movie and the lead actor is playing some sort of crazy super hero. And see...he’s about your height and...” “Aaaaand...I really don’t have a choice do I?” “No sir.” “Okay okay...I’ll go.” “Great!” Bulma lead the wary teen to her lab where she presented him with a watch. Gohan took it and stared confused at the item he was now holding in his hand. Chi Chi also stared at the watch with and equally confused look. “Ummm Bulma...” “Yes Gohan?” Bulma responded as she prepared something at her desk. “Where’s the rest of it?” “Of what?” She asked, turning to face the demi-saiy-jin. “The costume.” “Oh, just put the watch on and press the red button.” Gohan shrugged and did as he was told. Once he did he was surprised when a new set of clothes appeared on him. He turned to a mirror and stared in shock at what he was wearing. He had on an orange helmet with a dark visor, a green tunic and a black spandex suit underneath. On his feet where Saiya-jin boots and on his hands were white gloves very similar to Vegeta’s. He heard laughing and turned to see his mother covering her mouth, unsuccessfully trying to muffle herself. While Bulma looked at her with a blank look on her face. “Well, this is...” Gohan trailed off. “Wow...maybe the design wasn’t as good as I thought.” Bulma said. “Well, it’s not too bad. Besides it’s just a movie...so who cares? Does this guy have a name?” “Not yet...they asked me for any suggestions I could come up with.” While the Bulma and Gohan talked, and Chi Chi tried her best to regain her composure, young Goten entered the scene. Confused as to what was going on and wondering where his brother was he spoke up to get the attention of the three people in the room. “Mommy, where’s Gohan?” Chi Chi looked down at her son and smiled. “He’s right there.” She pointed to Gohan. “He looks funny.” “You too Goten?” Bulma exclaimed. “I thought I did a good job.” “Saiyaman!” The group turned to look at Gohan, who was wearing a triumphant grin on his face. “Excuse me?” “The Great Saiyaman.” Gohan said again as if it were the most obvious thing ever. He then broke out in a sequence of poses that would embarass the normal human. “Gohan...I think you saw too much of the Ginyu Force on Namek.” Bulma said, recalling the story of the goofballs that Goku and the others had beaten into the ground. Gohan stopped after she said this. “You really think so?” “Yes, so I think it’s time to take the outfit off.” “Yeah, you’re probably right.” Gohan transformed back to his regular clothes and handed the watch back to Bulma. The group then headed to the kitchen to have a lunch. A few minutes after they walked in, Vegeta strode into the kitchen in full out Super Saiya-jin. “Vegeta, why are you transformed?” A confused Gohan asked. To which the prince mumbled something. “What was that...I couldn’t quite understand you.” “I said. Your demon brother and my demon spawn dyed my hair while I was asleep last night.” There was a short pause before Gohan broke out in the loudest fit of laughter he had ever produced. This cause Vegeta to crush the bottle of water he had gotten out of the refrigerator just moments before. The proud prince then left the kitchen muttering something about ‘revenge’ and ‘third class clowns’. After Gohan had regained partial control of himself he asked the question. “So...what color was it?” And thus another long bout with laughter ensued. ~*~*~*~*~ Son Gohan always prided himself on his cleanliness. It was something his mother had taught him at an early age. “Cleanliness is next to Kami-ness.” She’d always say. Looking back on it he could find some humor in it. In all honesty neither Kami nor Dende really owned anything. Not that it mattered; as he grew older he realized it was much easier to just keep everything neat and clean so he could find things. However this day was different. Gohan, having recently discovered he needed glasses for reading (something a certain Saiya-jin prince found hilarious), was searching frantically in his room for them. It looked like a tornado had hit the room. If his mother had seen it he would probably being seeing his father far sooner than he hoped. Gohan decided to sit on his bed to take a break. He glanced at his clock and groaned. His mother and Goten would be back from Capsule Corps. in an hour. He silently regretted leaving early. He thought it was best seeing as how Vegeta was on a rampage after the incident in the kitchen. Gohan caught a flash of orange out of the corner of his eye and a few moments later were staring eye to eye with his father. “GAH! DAD, DON’T DO THAT!!!” Goku just chuckled at his son’s reaction. “You know for a minute there you sounded like Chi Chi. You know whenever one of us just appears using instant transmission?” “Yeah, now I know how she feels. Kami dad you nearly gave me a heart attack.” “Sorry but I had to tell someone.” “What?” “Well. I was sleeping the other day and I had a horrible nightmare. I watched helplessly as Cell and Freeza slaughtered your mother. I woke up and screamed, and when I had calmed down King Kai said I looked real scary. I guess he had good reason because...” The elder Son stopped and began to scream. His ghostly image wavered slightly and Gohan knew something incredible was about to happen. After a few minutes of intense screaming his father stopped and there was a flash of light. When it faded Gohan stared in awe of his father. “This happened.” Goku finished. Gohan took in the appearance of his father. His hair was long, reaching down to his ankles and he had become huge, similar to the Ultra Super Saiya-jin level he reached while in the Room of Spirit and Time, before the Cell Games. His eyebrows had disappeared and his face looked completely different than ever. There was no hint of the innocence and naivety they his father usually possessed. Before Gohan knew it the form was lost and his father was back to normal. “Dad that was...incredible.” Gohan said still in awe at the transformation. “Yeah I know. I guess I had transformed twice in my sleep, which worried everyone around me...especially King Kai. And when I transformed a third time...everyone ran. At least that’s what they told me. I couldn’t really remember. I passed out pretty soon afterwards. It took a lot of energy. To tell the truth I’m kinda feelin a bit woozy right now.” To make this fact more clear, Goku’s image flickered slightly. “I guess that means I won’t be able to stay so long this time.” “It’s okay dad. It’s probably for the better I need to find my glasses and clean my room.” “I still can’t believe you wear have to wear glasses.” “Neither could mom. Must be my human side shine through.” “Yeah. Gohan, I’ll try and be back tonight...tell your mother and brother. Okay?” “Okay dad.” “Oh, one more thing.” “Yeah?” “Tell Vegeta I love what he’s done with his hair.” With that Goku disappeared. There was a brief pause before laughter shook the Son household. The laughter continued for a good time until Gohan heard the door slam and the voices of his mother and brother. He stopped immediately and sprang off his bed only to hear a crunch beneath his feet. “Dammit!” ~*~*~*~*~ Videl Satan sat at her desk fuming. She couldn’t believe the nerve of Gohan, telling her off like that, practically threatening her. The young Satan glared at her friend Erasa who seemed to be enjoying her little tantrum. “You know Videl, you really ought to let it go.” The blonde said as she flipped through a magazine. “I don’t think he’s the kind of guy you really want to mess around with.” “Whatever. I will find out what he’s hiding.” “But why? Why do you need to find out his secrets? Everyone is entitled to have his or her own secrets. As I recall you have some secrets of your own.” Erasa smirked behind her magazine. “That’s different. I’m Videl Satan, daughter of the man who beat Cell.” “Yeah and he’s Son Gohan, son of the legendary Son Goku, the man who could probably beat your father with one hand.” Videl was fuming now, something she did all too often of late. How dare someone say her father was weak? Even if Erasa didn’t come out and say it, the meaning was implied. However, she chalked it up to the whole her being blonde thing. “Don’t tell me you actually believe him.” Videl said once she had calmed down a little. “Why not? I mean, ‘Son’ isn’t exactly a common surname.” “Yeah, but ‘not common’ doesn’t mean ‘one of a kind’.” “That’s a good point but I still think you should let it drop. Why do you care so much?” “I hate secrets.” Erasa sighed and went back to her magazine. She sure is a hypocrite. She says she hates secrets but refuses to say why, which is a secret in itself…so does that mean she hates herself? “Erasa…ERASA!” Videl yelled, bringing the blonde girl out of here thoughts. “Huh…what?” “I said ‘Do you want to come with me to investigate’?” “Investigate what?” “Gohan, of course?” “What? No. I’ll let you fly solo on this one besides I have to like you know go shopping.” “Of course.” Erasa smiled and jumped off of her friend’s bed and left the room promising Videl to pick her up something nice. This made Videl nervous. Whenever Erasa picked her up something nice it ended up being something pink or really revealing. In fact Videl had a closet full of clothes that Erasa had bought her. Videl sighed and walked over to her desk and turned on the computer sitting there. She logged onto the police database and began her search. She wasn’t sure what she was searching for, she assumed that Son Gohan wouldn’t have a criminal record, but it never hurt to check. She typed in the last name ‘Son’ and began a search. She was surprised when she came up with a record…for Son Goku, the report stemmed from and incident in a restaurant about 18 years ago. Apparently Goku had eaten all he could eat a restaurant and skipped out on the bill. The situation was resolved by Bulma Briefs who had explained that Goku, who had recently won the World Martial Arts Tournament, was under the impression that it was free. She clicked on the link marked “Personal Information.” What came up surprised her. The file was blank and the only thing there was a link to the Capsule Corps. Info net. “Weird.” Undaunted Videl went to the site and got to the personal files only to find the file on Goku was highly secured. Videl let out a frustrated sigh and opened up her hacking program, determined to find out everything. She stopped for a brief second when something dawned on her. What if he really is telling the truth? She decided to ignore that thought and cross that bridge if she reached it. ~*~*~*~*~ Vegeta sat in his room sitting at his desk. He stared blankly at the computer he was given by his son a year ago. At the time Vegeta had scoffed at his young son’s choice of gift, but Trunks had countered that the Saiya-jin Prince never voiced any other interests in anything. Vegeta frowned, of course he had other interests, just not ones he could discuss in front of the then seven-year-old Trunks. It was then that Vegeta remembered why he hated birthdays. He always ended up getting something he didn’t need or want, usually from the brat. However, he took them and kept them just to keep Bulma from yelling at him. As he was typing away a message popped up on the screen. Vegeta wasn’t sure what it meant and was almost certain he had done something to break the machine. He would never hear the end of it if he had, but he was stuck. He really only cared to know only how the machine ran. He couldn’t fix it but he knew who could. “WOMAN!” He yelled. A few moments later Bulma was in the room. “What is it Vegeta?” She said angrily. “I was in the middle of a project and…” “There is something wrong with the machine.” He said, pointing to the computer. Bulma sighed. “What did you do?” “I did nothing! I was merely typing and that little box came up. Saying something about ‘Unauthorized User’ or some rubbish. Fix it.” “Nothing’s broken Vegeta. It’s just a warning, relax, besides since when have you cared about any of the gifts your own son gets you?” Bulma smirked as Vegeta became flustered for a moment. “Well this is interesting. It looks like someone is very interested in Goku’s personal records.” “Who would be interested in that clown’s personal records?” “Well, this may surprise you Vegeta but Goku is rather famous here. It could be a diehard fan, or something. I don’t think it’s anything to worry about.” “So you are just going to let this person hack into Kakarot’s files and not do anything about it?” “Why Vegeta I never knew you cared.” Bulma said as Vegeta once again became slightly flustered. “But you do have a point dear, I don’t see how someone could have broken in so easy. I’ll have to have that looked into.” “So, it’s fixed then?” “Yes dear. You can go back to what ever it was you were doing. Which looks to be typing. Kami Vegeta, is that all you do with this?” “What I do with my machine is none of your concern woman.” Bulma just huffed and got up and left. Vegeta smirked and sat back down at his chair. He launched a program that Trunks had shown him. He cracked his knuckles and began typing. ~*~*~*~*~ Videl was very happy. She had all of the information she needed about the Son’s. The only thing bothering her was the fact that Son Goku had a son named Gohan. She, of course, refused to believe that the Gohan at her school was the son of Goku. She found out the address that they lived and was surprised to see it was in the 439 Mountain district. She was about to hit save when a box popped up on her screen. <<If you know what’s good for you, you’ll stay out of Kakarot’s affairs>> Videl was taken aback. First of all how had this person been able to send her a message? And secondly who was Kakarot? She closed the box and went back to saving the information. Another box popped up, <<Downloading program ‘finalflash.exe’>> Videl nearly fell out of her chair; this was a virus that she’s only heard about. She frantically tried to stop the virus but it was too late. Before she knew it her computer shut down. She knew what would occur next, she’d turn it back on and everything would be gone. Who ever wrote this virus meant business. She smiled though, it was just a computer and she had already memorized the address. It wasn’t that big of a loss after all. She decided that tonight she would fly out to find proof that Gohan wasn’t related to Son Goku. ~*~*~*~*~ Vegeta smirked. He was positive that he had given that person a good scare. Although he was sure that Bulma would not approve of what he was doing at least he had stopped the hacker. Besides all he knew how to do on a computer was…type. |
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