Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ Beginning ❯ Tournament ( Chapter 7 )

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Tournament

Over the past few days, some sort of routine has been established.

I would wake up from the very same nightmare that has been haunting me ever since the regen-tank and I would lay there panting for a while, trying to calm my fluttering, racing, jumping heart to a normal level and to loose the adrenaline surging through my veins. I am fighting to keep my mental barriers so tight that none of the fear and the anguish spills over to the Ueisutodamupu-jin.

Just when I would be relaxed enough to go back to sleep, Rabishu-sama comes in and tells me to get up as the light blue sun is starting to rise over the horizon. He never says anything about my sleep-deprived appearance but mutely glances at me with a worried expression. I know that I have to get some rest, but I am afraid of those nightmares that come back and haunt me every time I am not on the watch.

We would eat a hearty breakfast, then Rabishu-sama works his eight-hour-shift in the registration office while I am training in the center. Alone. Fighting shadows to try to improve my abilities. Getting familiar with my own body again. Remembering old, long forgotten skills. Inventing new moves that include my tail.

Sometimes during my training, Rabishu-sama would contact me unexpectedly with his mind to see if I have my guard up, and we would engage in a short mental spar which I usually win. Otherwise, I am completely alone here in the training center. I practice my attacks for endless hours, always amazed at the bottomless strength my body possessed.

I still don't know my maximum power level because I have never gone all out. After the incident with the broken scouter which I had borrowed from Rabishu-sama to see how well I could hide and suppress my ki, I have never tried it again. I had only started powering up, when the digits of the display had shot up tremendously. The scouter went up to 15 000 and then it simply exploded from overload.

Luckily, I have been able to convince the few people who had found out that I was the reason for all the exploding scouters in a three-mile-radius that it had been a fluke; and that I had been tampering with my scouter to send out some electronic waves that would destroy all complicated chips. I think my argumentation was quite flawed because I received some doubting looks, but they swallowed what I told them.

When Rabishu-sama got wind of the stunt I pulled, he was quite astonished and hasn't even scolded me for breaking his scouter yet. Now, I am always hiding my power level so that I can't be detected by anybody and can't make scouters explode because of my immense ki.

After Rabishu-sama's shift is over, he would come to the training center, and then we would spar a little and then meditate. He has taught me how to have full control over my telepathy, and I am beginning to understand the reasons for the body-switching. It is just some advanced form of telepathy where I cannot only read thoughts but also control all bodily functions of my 'host'. The pain comes from the fact that I have to cut all connections to my body first, and the agony is only a protective reaction of the brain. In times of great need, this ability seems to be called on out of instinct and necessity, and I cannot control it - yet. But I am working on it.

One time, on the third day, Rabishu-sama had started another attempt to break the barrier, but it was as unsuccessful as the first one. I had tried to keep my reflexes in check and my defenses down, but there had been a point where the horror had become too deep, where the fright had overwhelmed me, and I had thrown Rabishu-sama out yet again.

Since then he hasn't tried it again, but sometimes I can hear him muttering about needing more telepaths to have some neutralize my defenses while the others provide more strength for the attack on the barrier. Every time I hear this, a could shudder chills down my spine, and I am really glad that he has never mentioned this possibility to me openly.

On the fifth day, General Marduku had returned and had demanded a spar with me. I happily complied, and we were been fighting for hours. To Marduku's surprise, I had always kept the upper hand, even when the general played his maximum strength, which didn't really pose a challenge to me.

I don't think anybody has even the slightest hunch of an idea of the vastness of my power, and so everybody thought my victory over General Marduku to be an astonishing feat. But I didn't even use a fraction of my full power because I didn't want the spar to end early. Even then, I beat General Marduku pretty badly with only starting to work up a sweat myself.

Grumbling over his defeat, Marduku had sworn to come back the next day to get some revenge on the 'insolent brat that dared to defeat him'. Does he know how futile this attempt is? As he was unsuccessful each and every time, it has become a habit that we train together during Rabishu-sama's eight-hour shift, and afterwards, I would only do some mental exercises with the Ueisutodamupu-jin.

But today, everything is turned upside down. Why has General Marduku not come yet for our daily spar? Usually, he is already waiting and ready to spar with me as soon as I enter the training room, but today, I haven't been greeted by the surprise attack that would normally initiate our fight. Where is Marduku? I hope he is ok. If I just knew what had happened to him...

What should, or could, keep me from looking for him?

Ehr, not that good of an idea. I don't think he would take kindly to it if I appeared right in front of him; for the past few days, he has been trying to teach me the ways of a battle-hardened Saiyan warrior, and Saiyan warriors don't worry about anybody.

But nobody has said that I was not allowed to feel out for his power level or his thoughts. Probably because the question has never risen; after all, Marduku doesn't know of my ki-sensing or telepathic abilities. I have been itching for an opportunity to test the range of my abilities with somebody else than Rabishu-sama, and this is exactly what I was looking for.

Quickly retreating to a meditation room, I sit down in a lotus position and focus my thoughts outwards. I don't even need the breathing exercise any more, and in no time, I can sense all the different people around me, and their shier number is overwhelming. But there are no power levels over a thousand in the training center. Usually, there would be at least two or three Elites training in here, but today, there are none. Where did all of them go?

Opening my senses further, I stretch out my mind. First, I expand to monitor the city, and there are no high kis either. Has something happened? Getting more and more nervous, I start looking around frantically for anybody above 1000. Reaching further and further out, I can suddenly pick up all the strong power levels of the planet in one spot. What is going on there to have all Elites gathered together in one place?

Examining their different ki-levels closer, I discover that Marduku is amongst them, and surprisingly, he is one of the strongest of them. I haven't paid that much attention to other power levels so far, and it really astonishes me how strong Marduku is in comparison to others. He is only second to two much higher power levels that are quite close to 8 000, presumably the king and his son.

But that still hasn't answered the question why they are there. Quickly checking their surface thoughts without invading their privacy, I can gather some fragments about fighting, a tournament, and Prince Vegeta. That sounds slightly familiar, I just don't know where I have heard that before. Did General Marduku tell me anything about it?

Digging in my memory, I can faintly recall an announcement of the comdio about some tournament to find out who will get to train Prince Vegeta.

"Attention all warriors, in a ten-day there will be a tournament to find a worthy trainer for Prince Vegeta. The winner of the tournament will have to fight against King Vegeta, and depending on his performance, he will get to train the prince in the art of fighting. Good luck to all you warriors out there. May the house of Vegeta-Sei always be victorious!"

I am surprised that I can still remember the exact words, but as it was the first words I have heard in Saiyango, it is little wonder I do.

Have already ten days passed since my arrival? I can't believe it! Time just seems to fly by. And so far, I have not seen very much of the planet, just the training center, two white towns from the air, and the Crimson Desert. I'd love to go, I could learn more about the environment, the scenery, the planet, and watch the fighters competing; perhaps I can even pick up some new techniques.

Contacting Rabishu-sama who is not very happy at my intrusion, I ask permission to watch the tournament; and when he gruffly allows me to go, I am overjoyed. Running out of the training center, I jump into the blazing purple sky and blast towards where I can pick up all the energy signatures.

From my perspective, I fly agonizingly slow, but it wouldn't be very clever to emit a power level of several thousand, it would only draw unwanted attention; and even with hiding my ki, I can't power up any further than 10 000 without being detected.

Soon, I have left the town and the bluish-purple river lined by lush vegetation behind, and now I am blasting over fiery, hot, red sand which has been heated by the blazing purple star that is burning down on me almost vertically. The Crimson Desert is really endless, it stretches as far as my eyes can see, no change in it except for the pattern the wind has left on the dunes. Is this huge sandpit never going to end? Does it cover the entire planet?

Always homing on the warriors, I fly towards them in a bee-line, but I am so slow. From the fluctuations of several power levels, I can gather that they have already started the tournament, and I am still a quarter of the planet away from them. Growling, I put up as much speed as I dare to, and hope that I won't be too late.

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She was trembling inwardly and sweating profusely, and she was afraid of what HE would do to her. She had failed her mission, and now the boy was god knows where. HE would surely not be happy about her failure, and HIS power was so great that HE could do with her whatever HE wanted. But outwardly, none of her fears showed, she looked as calm as a rock, only the dull glimmer in her starling blue eyes gave away that she was not as composed as she seemed.

Nervously running her hand down on her tight blond braid, she swallowed hard and pressed open the big wooden door that had intricate patterns carved on it. Immediately, she knelt on the floor to honor the small humanoid male that was revealed, not daring to look at HIM directly, and spoke in a lifeless voice free of all emotion.

"My Lord, the boy has escaped and is no longer in my range."

Awaiting the punishment that was bound to come, she kept her eyes lowered to the floor, but none came. Still, she dared not to get up, so she waited. Perhaps that was just some new method of punishment of HIM.

After a few minutes, the person in the scarcely furnished room finally addressed her with a soothing, but powerful baritone.

"I know. Although you are only partially to blame for it, you shouldn't have let him escape. Come here, Denna."

Gracefully, she got up and neared HIS torso. HE was an old, wrinkled man whose head was bald from age, and he was shrouded in long, purple robes. HE was hunched over tiredly, but HIS silver-specked eyes still glinted very much awake and showed that HE was by no means the old doddery grandfather HE seemed to be.

When she stood next to HIM, towering over HIM with almost two heads difference, she felt as small and unimportant as an insect next to HIM despite her height. HIS whole figure exuded power and wisdom so far beyond any human abilities that HE didn't seem human anymore, not even like a living being.

HE was a god.

HIS small, wrinkly fingers only lightly brushed her with a feathery touch, but that was more than enough to send fearful shivers up her spine. No, HE would not need to punish her, being in HIS presence was hard enough. She knew that HE read her every thought, and that HE was well aware of her emotions towards HIM, but she couldn't force herself to be calm in the face of HIS power.

HE stared at her with those strange eyes, looking through her, weighing her, bearing down towards her core, revealing her innermost being. Just when she thought, she couldn't bear the gaze any longer, HE averted HIS eyes and slowly shuffled over to a cushioned chair, the only furniture except for a plain ebony desk that was loaded with papers.

HE heavily sat down and seemed to think about what HE was willing to tell her. Finally, HE focused HIS silvery pupils on her again and started slowly with many pauses, showing how tired HE was in reality.

"I am not going to punish you. You have suffered enough in your life. Perhaps I should have told you some more about the boy and his race. Then that would not have happened. By biting him you have triggered one of his race's instincts to telepathically bond with a person, usually reserved for the first step of mating so that the future couple would get to know each other as well as themselves.

"That was not supposed to happen, but he managed to deal with it. He even stayed sane when you showed your memories to him and let him experience all painful details of your training first hand. This speaks for great strength of character, the very thing the test is supposed to show, so I didn't say anything.

"But then, when you started drawing out his fears, warping them, and then presenting them back towards him, you inflicted so much pain on the boy that he was forced to invent a new method to close his mind off so that he would be able to keep his sanity. Unfortunately, you also triggered one of his instincts and awakened his ability to teleport through time and space, and now he is on planet Vegeta-sei - 120 years ago. I have not stopped this test yet, because those events have not changed the results, they have merely delayed their arrival.

"As for the future: You as a Mord-Sith are supposed to try to break candidates to test them for strength of character. But if they should not break under the Agiel, you should immediately send them to me the next time. Don't try any other methods, I am actually glad if somebody makes it through the first test. Although I doubt there will be a next time. The boy is very good. Maybe he is the right one..."

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General Marduku was thoroughly surprised at how well he was faring against his opponents. None of them were even close to the level of skill and perfection the boy had, and he could easily sidestep their simple katas. The training with Bardoku had helped him increase his fighting abilities and his speed tremendously; although at first, he had thought it would be the other way round, that he would have to teach the boy how to fight.

But the very first training session had rudely awakened him from his false believes, as the brat had effortlessly beaten him. And, thinking back, he was quite sure that Bardoku had never used his full strength. The more power Marduku had displayed the more power the boy put out, easily keeping up with the general, always beating him. Prince Vegeta was also stronger than him, but in the few matches they had had, the prince had always gone for a quick victory with crude but powerful attacks and had left Marduku injured so badly that he would have to use a regen-tank.

That in itself was very strange. Bardoku had never beaten him so brutally, seemingly always knowing how much force he could pack behind his punches to keep bones from breaking. Marduku had often admonished the brat that with only tapping the other's body, he would never defeat an opponent, but Bardoku always ignored his scolding. One time, the brat had been fed up with his constant nagging, and he had showed Marduku what mere taps could do without leaving any traces.

In a quick succession of short stabs with pointed fingers, Bardoku had hit several pressure points, and suddenly the general had been paralyzed from the neck down. After the numbness had worn off, Marduku had never said anything in that subject area again, he had too preoccupied by marveling over Bardoku's abilities. The kid was unbelievably skilled, not only power-wise, but also his vast knowledge of techniques was incomprehensible to Marduku. For heaven's sake, the brat was not even in his teens and was already such a perfect warrior, and all the other fighters here seemed like ungifted toddlers in comparison to Barduku. Including himself.

He had let his thoughts wander, but his guard had not been dropped. Blocking with ease a huge fist that was aiming for his stomach, he decided to end the match quickly and simply knocked his opponent out with a single controlled kick to the side of the head. The whole tournament had been ridiculously easy so far. He was already in the semi-finals and hadn't had a decent challenge yet. Maybe he had just been lucky.

Suddenly, he his eyes to the sky, checking it for any sign of danger. Normally, he couldn't sense ki energy, but a level as high as this one could be felt as a constant itch deep in his bones. There, at the horizon, a small speck appeared and approached the tournament ring so fast that his eyes almost couldn't follow it.

When it arrived less than a second after he had detected it, Marduku couldn't believe his eyes. A few yards in front of him, there stood a small boy clad in black spandex and black armor with a red rim. His young face was marred by countless scars, and he clearly was a Saiya-jin. Identifying the child as Bardoku, he shook his head.

He didn't even want to ask how the kid had ended up here of all places because he could figure the reasons. The brat had been worrying and was checking on him. When would the kid finally learn that Saiyan warriors did not care about each other? Luckily for Marduku, the brat wasn't allowed to compete as he was not registered yet, otherwise the tournament would be over with all too soon.

Bardoku grinned happily at him, and waved his hands. Marduku shook his head again, turned away from the brat and prepared for the last match. Floating up to the elevated ring for the finals, he was confronted with a huge, thoroughly muscled giant who looked as if he could easily break necks with his fingers. His clothing was minimal, showing off the unhealthy amount of muscles that were rippling with each movement, and his small, pig-like eyes harbored a malicious glint.

Was this his opponent for the last round? He would have to be very careful to not get caught in a bear-hug of those arms that were as thick as a log. Marduku also would have to watch out for any sneak attacks, the brute confronting him seemed capable of anything.

Focusing completely on his rival, he noticed only at the edge of his vision that Bardoku had landed amongst the crowd that had gathered around the fighting ring. The rules said no touching the ground out of the ring, no deliberate firing at the spectators, and no destruction of buildings. Otherwise everything was allowed, even kicks below the belt and other dirty fighting tricks.

Then, the king hit the gong to initiate the fight. Immediately, he was assaulted by a flurry of fists and feet which he had quite a difficult time with blocking. Then, he got a steel hard elbow in his stomach and he fell to the floor, spitting out some blood. Marduku's opponent was even better than he had anticipated, he was strong and fast, and the general would have to give his best and even more if he wanted to have a chance at winning.

He faked to be hurt worse than he actually was, clutching his stomach in mock pain; and he used the cover to hide the fact that he was gathering strength for a deadly energy blast in his palms. Letting his enemy come closer to make him think he could deliver the finishing blow, Marduku suddenly jumped up and fired a huge beam at the unsuspecting giant from closest range.

But this did not seem to have any effect at all, if anything it made his opponent angrier. They engaged again in fierce hand-to-hand-combat faster than most eyes could see. Block - block - punch - block - dodge - kick, a never-ending rhythmical, beautiful but deadly dance. Marduku had a slight advantage being the faster one of the two, but the giant countered it by using all possible and impossible dirty tricks.

In a fraction of being slightly distracted, Marduku found himself caught in a brutal headlock that was slowly suffocating him. Struggling in vain, he tried everything he knew of to get out beneath the arms that were as big and strong as a tree trunk. His sight was growing darker at the edges of his vision and he felt himself get light-headed. The fight couldn't be ending now, could it?

He was running short on oxygen, but so far none of his techniques had worked. He had only managed to strain several muscles in his neck and to spend a great amount of his remaining energy. Through the roaring of the heartbeat in his ears, he thought he could faintly hear a familiar voice shout something like:

"Remember yesterday!"

That was Bardoku's voice, so it was supposed to help Marduku. Not hesitating, he took the cue and thought back. What had happened yesterday? They had been sparring all day long, and he had managed to catch the boy in a head-lock like the one he was in at the moment. But how had the brat gotten out of it? All he knew was that he had been holding the boy one moment, and the next moment he was thrown back in a heated explosion.

That was it! The boy had suddenly powered up and forced his ki out of his body in a split second, thus making Marduku loose his grip on the boy and blowing him away. Marduku did not have that much of energy left, but perhaps he could at least use it to slip out of the tight grip.

He pretended to get weaker and quit his struggling. When he finally felt the giant gloat with the anticipation of winning the match and thus relaxing his guard, Marduku was dangerously close to unconsciousness. With a yell, he ignited an aura around him, and for a split second, the brute was surprised. That was more than he needed though, and he easily slipped out of the headlock. Quickly regaining his breath, he started attacking. The battle was on again.

They were fighting so powerfully that the air visibly rippled where their iron hard fists met steely flesh, and each time, a loud bang was heard. They were fighting so fast that every punch and every kick broke the sound barrier, and each time, a sonic boom was heard. The viewers only looked up in confusion, many couldn't even see the fight any more, it was so fast. And the very few who could follow the two warriors were wondering about where the style General Marduku fought in, had come from as it clearly was not Saiyan.

Subconsciously, the general had adapted some of Bardoku's fighting techniques; and now, he was using them to his advantage against his opponent who only knew the Saiyan ways. Marduku did not let his attention wander, and slowly, he was gaining the upper hand. With his speed, he was able to toy around with his opponent, and finally, he could perform a mighty throw, slamming the heavily muscled body into the ground below, out of the ring, and thus winning the fight.

Exhausted, he hung in the air, enjoying the thunderous applause, not paying attention to his defeated opponent any more. That was a huge mistake that would almost cost his life. Not wanting to accept that he had been defeated, his enemy fired a huge mouth blast at Marduku's unguarded back which had enough power to kill the general.

Hearing the booing shouts from the enraged on-lookers, Marduku swiveled around to be confronted with the blazing red beam only a few meters away, much too close to react. He could only stare on in horror as the beam neared with high speed, not having enough time to think.

Then, he heard a loud, angry yell behind him that sounded something like "Kamahamaaaah", and a concentrated blue beam shot past him faster than he could detect, countering the mouth beam head on. His bones were itching, but he paid no mind to their complaints. Who was his savior? No Saiya-jin would have done that, so that left only one possibility.

Turning around again, he saw Bardoku floating right behind him with a very dangerous expression of fury on his young face. The kid's usually huge eyes had narrowed to two tiny slits and power was pouring from his whole body in waves of utterly destructive rage. Almost immediately, the blue attack stopped the mouth blast, slowly redirected it, and finally pushed it straight out of the atmosphere. Marduku could feel the cribbling in his bones that indicated a high ki, but when he was in no danger any more, it disappeared as fast as it had appeared, almost as if its owner had realized he was projecting such a high energy level.

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I am seething with anger at the brute that has attacked General Marduku's back after he had honestly been defeated by the general. How does that weakling dare to try to kill my friend? Gritting my teeth and clenching my fists, I try to keep myself under control so that I won't do anything I would regret later on. Struggling vainly, I attempt to lower my power level that has reacted to my anger. Almost as soon as the bald-head had gathered his energy for the sneak-attack, I have seen red and my power has shot up astronomically high. I just had enough self control to keep it from making the scouters explode.

Everybody is staring at me, even the muscled freak lying on the floor. That snaps me back enough to get my self control halfways into gear, and I hide my power. Touching down next to the bald-head, I set up a stony mask to hide my wrath and fury. My voice is icy cold and has a low, grinding growl to it that surprises even me.

"You are not going to do something like that again, understood?"

He just stares at me, not quite believing that a small boy is threatening him; then he regathers his wits and his dumbfounded expression turns into a wicked smirk. Even his voice is as slimy and sardonic as I have expected from a ruffian like him.

"And who is going to keep me from doing so?"

I obviously don't react like he suspected, as I am stepping closer to him while targeting him with a cruel smirk on my own that seems so familiar to me. Tracing a circle around him, my gaze never leaves his eyes that are following me. He has not attempted to get up yet, and I am towering over him, making me intimidating despite my lack of size. When the first doubts start showing up in his eyes, I lean down and whisper in his ear:

"ME..."

Still smirking, I turn around and walk away from him and the stunned crowd. Has he learnt his lesson that you should not attack people's backs, especially if they are stronger than you?

I have almost expected this to happen, but I am still saddened when my body swirls around to bat a light purple energy blast away. The brute obviously hasn't learned anything, so this time I reflect the attack straight back at him, knocking him out with his own attack. Shaking my head at such stupidity, I retreat into the safety of the masses who are eyeing me warily.

Another loud gong ensues, and the crowd quiets down almost immediately. King Vegeta rises and proclaims General Marduku the victor of the tournament.

"You are currently the strongest Elite warrior alive on the planet. However, to become the trainer of my son, you also must prove your abilities in a fight against me, your king. Give your best and hope that you will survive."

Then he floats down into the ring, taking a flawless fighting stance across from General Marduku. The king has tall flame-like hair that is pointing straight into the air, and it is as black as the hair of all Saiya-jins. He is wearing a black body suit with a white armor where the royal crest is emblazoned in scarlet red on the back, and his whole frame is well-muscled. I am silently rooting for Marduku although I know he doesn't have a chance against the much more powerful king. He obviously knows that fact, too, but his stern face tells me that he is determined to give his best shot. I hope that he won't die...

Almost as soon as the gong is hit, they both are fighting viciously. The king who is about as tall as General Marduku is beating down on the general mercilessly, and within a few minutes, Marduku is laying in a bloody pulp outside of the ring, almost unconscious. The king merely wipes a small trickle of blood away from his mouth and looks down at the fallen warrior.

"Considering your energy loss from the tournament and the variety of techniques you know, you are a worthy trainer for my son Prince Vegeta. Tomorrow, exactly one hour after sunrise, you will start your duty in the palace."

Then, the king takes to the air, hovering up to an exact replica of himself that is only half his size. From his elevated point, he calls down to us:

"And you brat, I want you to accompany General Marduku to the palace tomorrow. I will have to find a proper punishment for you. I do not allow anybody interrupting fights."

The smaller copy of the king is sneering down at me because it is clear that I am the target of this whole speech. Only the word 'punishment' is already striking fear in my heart. What have I done wrong? Should I have let this bastard kill my friend when his back was turned? The fight was over at that point of time, so why does the king say I have interrupted it? I am thoroughly frightened and can only nod at the king to show that I have understood.

The king furrows his eyebrows and glares at me, but I think he accepts this answer. Saying something to the small replica of him in a low voice, they take off to the bright purple sky, leaving a streak of their combined auras behind. Only now, I realize that this carbon copy had to have been the prince, but I am still too shell-shocked to have my brain functioning correctly. I don't even hear the murmurs and whispers of the Saiya-jin standing around me and when somebody lays his hand on my shoulder, I flinch in surprise.

Whirling around, I am face to face with a limping and heavily bleeding general, and relax when he gently squeezes my shoulder. I let him steer me through the agitated crowd and I am really glad when we stop in a quiet room with a single regen-tank. General Marduku undresses himself painfully slow, and he winces more than once when broken bone ends are grinding together. Before he enters the healing tank, he addresses me for the first time today.

"Go home to the Ueisutodamupu-jin and get a good night's sleep. Tomorrow, I will come and get you, and you'll see that everything is going to work out. Don't worry about it, I think the king doesn't want to tell everybody that he is interested in you. After all, he has affirmed my victory in the fight, and if you had really interrupted he would have taken immediate measures. Perhaps he will give you some punishment to keep up appearances, but not a lot, so don't worry. You have done nothing wrong and he knows it."

Then, he nods to me as a good bye and switches the tank on. I watch the bubbly green liquid rise under the glass dome and cover his naked figure, then I leave the room to take to the blazing purple sky and fly home.

A/N: YEAH, I am finally back again!!!! So, what do you think about this chapter? It is still a filler, but I got to get the story-line going and I want to get Gohan away from Planet Vegeta as soon as possible. The next chapter is coming soon!!!