Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Crowned Evil ❯ Who Is Gohan? ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Jady 
Gohan and Vejita speak... and Vejita makes an interesting offer.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.16.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 640 | Status: Work In Progress
Gohan and Vejita speak... and Vejita makes an interesting offer.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.16.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 640 | Status: Work In Progress
A/N: I meant to post all these at once, but my computer decided to disagree. Lol!
Chapter 1: Who is Gohan?
For years, Gohan had been visiting Capsule Corporations. It was his second home, and that's the way he felt. Within the last week he'd visited the large mansion a great deal. It was so big that no one ever realized he came there if he compressed his ki. He could come and wonder the grounds, rest beneath a tree with his thoughts, and not be bothered. With half-effort he made his way through the front doors of CC and found the gravity room, in which he could sense the ki of the Saiyajin no Ouji in a workout. He knew from his lurking that Vejita had also been acting almost as strange as he had been, though certainly for different reasons. For some reason, Vejita had apologized for his mistake. Gohan didn't blame him for the death of his father. Vejita had always been a cocky bastard; always sure that no one could defeat him until after he had been defeated. It only made sense that he'd give into the temptation that Cell had offered. Gohan was supposed to be better than that. He was supposed to be stronger, and smarter, and more innocent that Vejita, and he had failed.
He stepped in front of the large metal doors and pulled it opened. Instantly the gravity dropped down from whatever setting it had been on, causing the man within to pause with a stumble, knocking aside a ki blast that had been chasing him. He spun around and glared at the intruder, but his narrow eyes vanished when he realized who it was. Gohan stepped through the door, shutting it behind him. Instantly the setting returned, but he didn't feel the strong pull of the gravity. After so many years in the Room of Space and Time, he rarely felt his surrounds, whether they are normal or the excessive unbearable conditions of any gravity room. Instead of resuming his training, Vejita stepped into the center of the room in front of his rival's son and folded his arms across his chest. Gohan stared at him from beneath his eyes. A long period of silence passed before he felt himself growing annoyed. "Vejita, what do you want?" he demanded, fists shaking at his side. He didn't want to listen to the man rant about what a shame to the Saiyajin race he was, or point and laugh at him for failing to save his father, or listen to his rants about how wrong his father was for having faith in him.
"You and I have a lot to offer each other," Vejita said softly, his lips barely moving with each word. Gohan frowned and looked up at him, seeing the shock in Vejita's eyes. He smiled. Vejita was confused at why he was still wearing the ragged purple gi that Piccolo had given him. Gohan ignored the look. He didn't have to explain himself to Vejita, but still the words were something surprising. "What are you talking about?"
"You have power that I can only imagine possessing," Vejita said with a frown. Obviously, he hated admitting that Gohan was stronger than him, and Gohan agreed. Even now he didn't understand how a hybrid human could achieve so much power when a man like Vejita, who had been training his entire life for half of what Gohan possessed, could only imagine it. Gohan continued to frown. "So?" he snarled. He knew he was acting strange, but didn't he have the right to do so? Normally he was the sweet innocent boy with a smile on his face, always wanting to please everyone. He didn't want to please Vejita. He wanted to punch that cocky face. Sure, he didn't blame Vejita for what happened with Cell, but beating the shit out of him would make Gohan feel a great deal better.
Vejita gave him a half-smirk. "Tell me, boy. If you and I were to fight… to the death, who would win?"
Gohan stared at him with complete confusion as the considered the words. Never had he fought Vejita in a one-on-one battle. He didn't know any of the man's moves, or his style, other than what he had observed when he'd watched him and his father fight. Vejita had awesome power, though it didn't truly compare to Gohan's any longer. Still, Vejita had much more experience, years of training with the worst of the worst, and if it were a battle to the death, he wouldn't give any mercy. Gohan hadn't a clue. While he had more power, he tended to be merciful to his enemy, much like Gokou had been to Cell and Frieza - always ready to allow them to surrender. Gohan didn't know, and because of that he remained silent. Vejita's semi-smirk grew. "You see what I mean. I don't know, either. That's why I think you and I should become partners. I can learn the secrets of your power, and you can learn to be a true senshi."
Gohan chuckled, shaking his head. "Sure, Vejita," he said sarcastically, turning around to walk away. "Gohan!" Vejita roared in a very demanding tone, and despite his best efforts, Gohan found himself pausing in front of the door. Vejita sighed in annoyance. "It's an offer, Gohan. It's something that we both will benefit from. It still stands even if you leave. Whenever you're ready, I'll be waiting." Gohan heard an amused tone in Vejita's voice. He ignored all the words and shoved the door opened. He left Capsule Corporations as quick as he'd arrived there, but instead of flying he walked through the gates and began down the streets of the city, lost in his thoughts. He ignored the people that rushed by in their blind daily lives, thinking that Satan-san was protecting them and the planet from all the monsters that could crush his head like a grape with their powers, not even needing to soak their fingers in his blood. He earned a few stares for his ruined clothing, but it felt right. They all knew he was a murderer. The birds had whispered it in their ears. Look at that boy. He killed his father. What a horrible child! Stare at him and make sure that he knows you know. Make sure that he feels guilty beneath all your horror-filled looks.
Why would Vejita bother with him? Gohan sighed as he pushed himself through the afternoon crowd. People were rushing off to lunch. Despite missing breakfast, Gohan didn't have the stomach for food. He felt ill, sick, and dirty. Why would Vejita bother to request training with a failure? It just didn't make sense. Sure, it would be difficult, but eventually Vejita would reach the power Gohan held. It was even possible that Vejita could teach Gohan some things. Perhaps he could learn how to be more brave, more of a real senshi. It wasn't a bad offer, but Gohan couldn't accept it. He didn't have the right to become more powerful. He couldn't even save his father and he had been the most powerful one of them all.
Gohan heard a laugh coming off from his right. For some reason he found himself pausing and looking in the direction. A smirk grew over his face as he saw Satan-san leaving a large and expensive restaurant, walking towards the limousine that sat at the end of the block. The laugh had come from a small child that walked at his side. A little black haired girl skipped along beside the "savior of Chikyuu", giggling as she spoke rapidly. Following the two was a thin crowd of admirers, begging for a word or an autograph. Satan-san shook his head, thick afro bouncing around with each movement. 'I didn't know Satan-san had a daughter,' Gohan thought, watching the little girl. She was a beautiful young girl with large eyes and thick hair and resembled Chichi in a great deal, though sweeter and more innocent. With a small burst of speed, Gohan darted across the sidewalk, undetected by human eyes and passed off as nothing more than a breeze. He hid behind the corner and watched as Satan-san and his daughter passed by. Satan-san froze instantly, his eyes turning to see the senshi that had truly defeated Cell. Gohan smirked and gave him a devilish 'you're doomed' look. Satan-san gave a girly scream and ducked into his car, screaming for his daughter to join him. The young black-haired girl only stared at Gohan with her large eyes. "Ossu! I'm Videl. Who are you?"
"Gohan," he replied. The young girl had to be at least five or six years old, just a few years younger than Gohan was. Videl turned and pointed to her long black car. "Are you a senshi like Tousan? Tousan is the most powerful fighter in the world. He saved us all from that big mean demon. Tousan was on television!" Gohan grinned at the girl's innocence. She was a pretty little thing. "Hai, I am a senshi," he responded. "I was there when your father defeated Cell."
"Really?" her eyes widened brightly. Satan-san was now standing outside his car, glaring at Gohan as his eyes looked down with worry to his precious daughter. The small crowd had grown somewhat and was asking Satan-san about Gohan. They recognized his gi from the Cell Games. "Tousan is teaching me to be a senshi just like him. I'm going to be as powerful as him someday, and then I can fight and save Chikyuu!" She jumped up and down, clapping her hands. Gohan laughed along. Knowing just how powerful her father really was, Gohan didn't doubt that the young Videl could even become more powerful than Satan-san.
Roaring for Videl, Satan-san finally grew the nerve to step over and grab her arm. "Get in the car right now, Videl. Never talk to strangers!" He shoved her away and she obeyed before turning and shoving a finger in Gohan's nose. "Now you listen… OW!"
Gohan grabbed the index finger and broke it with a twist of his knuckles, holding onto the broken limb as the "savior of Chikyuu" danced in pain, trying to rip the appendage away. Gohan chuckled before pulling Satan-san against him. He leaned his face into the human's and grinned as sweat roared down his darkly tanned skin. "No, you listen here, Satan-san. I know exactly what happened that day, and I have many friends who were there as well. You saw them all. Every one of them would be more than happy to have the truth revealed. None of what happened that day was a "trick" as you like to believe. All of it was real, and with one of my special "tricks" I could rip your head off that fat neck of yours and barbeque it without any firewood. Be careful just how far you take this fame, because there is only so much I can take before I snap."
He concluded his sentence by breaking the finger in another place. Satan-san roared and fell back, and Gohan left, darting into a nearby alleyway. He listened with laughter as Satan-san pretended that he wasn't in pain and followed his daughter into the car. As soon as the door to the car closed, the limousine darted off in the direction of the hospital. Gohan chuckled, sliding down the wall. For a long moment he sat there, listening to the ki of Piccolo slowly approach. Within moments Piccolo landed in the dark alleyway and stared down at Gohan with a displeased look on his face. "Gohan, this isn't you. You can't blame…"
"Stay out of my head, Piccolo," Gohan pleaded with a yawn.
"It's been weeks, Gohan!" Piccolo snarled. He stepped over and knelt down beside the young demi-Saiyajin. "Even Gokou told you…"
"Gokou is Gokou!" Gohan snarled out, rising. He was still feet beneath Piccolo's, but he felt as if he could look down upon the Namek now. "Tousan doesn't know anything. He's always been idiotic! Plus, he didn't want me to feel guilty, but he knows just as well as I do that it's my fault that he died. You know it; Vejita knows it; Bulma and Chichi know it; everyone knows it! I killed my father!"
"No! You did not!"
Gohan turned and darted into the air. Piccolo watched with a frown. He'd learned years ago that pure men sometimes become evil because evil men saw them that way.
~*~
"Gohan! Oi!"
The young demi-Saiyajin looked down from the tree where he rested to see Mirai Trunks walking through the forest, searching the grounds for him. After a quick return to his own timeline for the purpose of defeating Cell before he had a chance to become complete again, he had returned. Mirai Bulma had died of a heart attack some days after, and now that his world was again peaceful, he had no purpose there. Mirai Trunks now lived with Bulma and Vejita, playing big brother to the young infant version of himself. Gohan turned onto his stomach on the branch he rested on and watched as the lavender-haired man approached. "Trunks, what is it?"
"Gohan! Ossu!" Trunks greeted with a bright smile and wave. He paused beneath the trunk and rested against it, looking up to the young Super Saiyajin. "I've been kind of bored, and I was wondering if you wanted to do something. Oh, also, Tousan asked me to tell you that 'it still stands', whatever that means."
Gohan smirked, looking away. Vejita wasn't going to take no for an answer without a fight, that was obvious. He sensed Trunks staring at him curiously, but Gohan turned back and smiled with a shrug. Trunks returned the smile. "Oi, has Chichi talked to you about going to public school yet?"
Pausing, Gohan frowned. "What are you talking about?"
"I'll take that as a no," Trunks laughed. "It's just an idea. Chichi told Kaasan that she thinks you need more friends your own age. She thinks that going to school might be a good idea for you, and I was talking about it with Kaasan also. After all, I never really did get a chance to have a normal life." He looked away somberly and Gohan frowned more. 'Great, make me feel even more guilty for not destroying the androids in your timeline. I'm just a serial killer, aren't I?'
"I don't think so, Trunks," Gohan responded, jumping down from the branch and landed in front of the time traveler. "After all, Kaasan has been schooling me since I was an infant. I doubt she'll give up that job so easily."
Trunks smiled and shrugged. "It was just something our parents were talking about. So, you want to do something - sparring, a movie, maybe?"
Gohan shook his head. "No, I need to get home. Kaasan is waiting for me. You know, she's been really protective lately. I should get going." With that, he turned and walked away towards his home. Trunks watched with a worried frown. Gohan just wasn't Gohan anymore.
~*~
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Chapter 1: Who is Gohan?
For years, Gohan had been visiting Capsule Corporations. It was his second home, and that's the way he felt. Within the last week he'd visited the large mansion a great deal. It was so big that no one ever realized he came there if he compressed his ki. He could come and wonder the grounds, rest beneath a tree with his thoughts, and not be bothered. With half-effort he made his way through the front doors of CC and found the gravity room, in which he could sense the ki of the Saiyajin no Ouji in a workout. He knew from his lurking that Vejita had also been acting almost as strange as he had been, though certainly for different reasons. For some reason, Vejita had apologized for his mistake. Gohan didn't blame him for the death of his father. Vejita had always been a cocky bastard; always sure that no one could defeat him until after he had been defeated. It only made sense that he'd give into the temptation that Cell had offered. Gohan was supposed to be better than that. He was supposed to be stronger, and smarter, and more innocent that Vejita, and he had failed.
He stepped in front of the large metal doors and pulled it opened. Instantly the gravity dropped down from whatever setting it had been on, causing the man within to pause with a stumble, knocking aside a ki blast that had been chasing him. He spun around and glared at the intruder, but his narrow eyes vanished when he realized who it was. Gohan stepped through the door, shutting it behind him. Instantly the setting returned, but he didn't feel the strong pull of the gravity. After so many years in the Room of Space and Time, he rarely felt his surrounds, whether they are normal or the excessive unbearable conditions of any gravity room. Instead of resuming his training, Vejita stepped into the center of the room in front of his rival's son and folded his arms across his chest. Gohan stared at him from beneath his eyes. A long period of silence passed before he felt himself growing annoyed. "Vejita, what do you want?" he demanded, fists shaking at his side. He didn't want to listen to the man rant about what a shame to the Saiyajin race he was, or point and laugh at him for failing to save his father, or listen to his rants about how wrong his father was for having faith in him.
"You and I have a lot to offer each other," Vejita said softly, his lips barely moving with each word. Gohan frowned and looked up at him, seeing the shock in Vejita's eyes. He smiled. Vejita was confused at why he was still wearing the ragged purple gi that Piccolo had given him. Gohan ignored the look. He didn't have to explain himself to Vejita, but still the words were something surprising. "What are you talking about?"
"You have power that I can only imagine possessing," Vejita said with a frown. Obviously, he hated admitting that Gohan was stronger than him, and Gohan agreed. Even now he didn't understand how a hybrid human could achieve so much power when a man like Vejita, who had been training his entire life for half of what Gohan possessed, could only imagine it. Gohan continued to frown. "So?" he snarled. He knew he was acting strange, but didn't he have the right to do so? Normally he was the sweet innocent boy with a smile on his face, always wanting to please everyone. He didn't want to please Vejita. He wanted to punch that cocky face. Sure, he didn't blame Vejita for what happened with Cell, but beating the shit out of him would make Gohan feel a great deal better.
Vejita gave him a half-smirk. "Tell me, boy. If you and I were to fight… to the death, who would win?"
Gohan stared at him with complete confusion as the considered the words. Never had he fought Vejita in a one-on-one battle. He didn't know any of the man's moves, or his style, other than what he had observed when he'd watched him and his father fight. Vejita had awesome power, though it didn't truly compare to Gohan's any longer. Still, Vejita had much more experience, years of training with the worst of the worst, and if it were a battle to the death, he wouldn't give any mercy. Gohan hadn't a clue. While he had more power, he tended to be merciful to his enemy, much like Gokou had been to Cell and Frieza - always ready to allow them to surrender. Gohan didn't know, and because of that he remained silent. Vejita's semi-smirk grew. "You see what I mean. I don't know, either. That's why I think you and I should become partners. I can learn the secrets of your power, and you can learn to be a true senshi."
Gohan chuckled, shaking his head. "Sure, Vejita," he said sarcastically, turning around to walk away. "Gohan!" Vejita roared in a very demanding tone, and despite his best efforts, Gohan found himself pausing in front of the door. Vejita sighed in annoyance. "It's an offer, Gohan. It's something that we both will benefit from. It still stands even if you leave. Whenever you're ready, I'll be waiting." Gohan heard an amused tone in Vejita's voice. He ignored all the words and shoved the door opened. He left Capsule Corporations as quick as he'd arrived there, but instead of flying he walked through the gates and began down the streets of the city, lost in his thoughts. He ignored the people that rushed by in their blind daily lives, thinking that Satan-san was protecting them and the planet from all the monsters that could crush his head like a grape with their powers, not even needing to soak their fingers in his blood. He earned a few stares for his ruined clothing, but it felt right. They all knew he was a murderer. The birds had whispered it in their ears. Look at that boy. He killed his father. What a horrible child! Stare at him and make sure that he knows you know. Make sure that he feels guilty beneath all your horror-filled looks.
Why would Vejita bother with him? Gohan sighed as he pushed himself through the afternoon crowd. People were rushing off to lunch. Despite missing breakfast, Gohan didn't have the stomach for food. He felt ill, sick, and dirty. Why would Vejita bother to request training with a failure? It just didn't make sense. Sure, it would be difficult, but eventually Vejita would reach the power Gohan held. It was even possible that Vejita could teach Gohan some things. Perhaps he could learn how to be more brave, more of a real senshi. It wasn't a bad offer, but Gohan couldn't accept it. He didn't have the right to become more powerful. He couldn't even save his father and he had been the most powerful one of them all.
Gohan heard a laugh coming off from his right. For some reason he found himself pausing and looking in the direction. A smirk grew over his face as he saw Satan-san leaving a large and expensive restaurant, walking towards the limousine that sat at the end of the block. The laugh had come from a small child that walked at his side. A little black haired girl skipped along beside the "savior of Chikyuu", giggling as she spoke rapidly. Following the two was a thin crowd of admirers, begging for a word or an autograph. Satan-san shook his head, thick afro bouncing around with each movement. 'I didn't know Satan-san had a daughter,' Gohan thought, watching the little girl. She was a beautiful young girl with large eyes and thick hair and resembled Chichi in a great deal, though sweeter and more innocent. With a small burst of speed, Gohan darted across the sidewalk, undetected by human eyes and passed off as nothing more than a breeze. He hid behind the corner and watched as Satan-san and his daughter passed by. Satan-san froze instantly, his eyes turning to see the senshi that had truly defeated Cell. Gohan smirked and gave him a devilish 'you're doomed' look. Satan-san gave a girly scream and ducked into his car, screaming for his daughter to join him. The young black-haired girl only stared at Gohan with her large eyes. "Ossu! I'm Videl. Who are you?"
"Gohan," he replied. The young girl had to be at least five or six years old, just a few years younger than Gohan was. Videl turned and pointed to her long black car. "Are you a senshi like Tousan? Tousan is the most powerful fighter in the world. He saved us all from that big mean demon. Tousan was on television!" Gohan grinned at the girl's innocence. She was a pretty little thing. "Hai, I am a senshi," he responded. "I was there when your father defeated Cell."
"Really?" her eyes widened brightly. Satan-san was now standing outside his car, glaring at Gohan as his eyes looked down with worry to his precious daughter. The small crowd had grown somewhat and was asking Satan-san about Gohan. They recognized his gi from the Cell Games. "Tousan is teaching me to be a senshi just like him. I'm going to be as powerful as him someday, and then I can fight and save Chikyuu!" She jumped up and down, clapping her hands. Gohan laughed along. Knowing just how powerful her father really was, Gohan didn't doubt that the young Videl could even become more powerful than Satan-san.
Roaring for Videl, Satan-san finally grew the nerve to step over and grab her arm. "Get in the car right now, Videl. Never talk to strangers!" He shoved her away and she obeyed before turning and shoving a finger in Gohan's nose. "Now you listen… OW!"
Gohan grabbed the index finger and broke it with a twist of his knuckles, holding onto the broken limb as the "savior of Chikyuu" danced in pain, trying to rip the appendage away. Gohan chuckled before pulling Satan-san against him. He leaned his face into the human's and grinned as sweat roared down his darkly tanned skin. "No, you listen here, Satan-san. I know exactly what happened that day, and I have many friends who were there as well. You saw them all. Every one of them would be more than happy to have the truth revealed. None of what happened that day was a "trick" as you like to believe. All of it was real, and with one of my special "tricks" I could rip your head off that fat neck of yours and barbeque it without any firewood. Be careful just how far you take this fame, because there is only so much I can take before I snap."
He concluded his sentence by breaking the finger in another place. Satan-san roared and fell back, and Gohan left, darting into a nearby alleyway. He listened with laughter as Satan-san pretended that he wasn't in pain and followed his daughter into the car. As soon as the door to the car closed, the limousine darted off in the direction of the hospital. Gohan chuckled, sliding down the wall. For a long moment he sat there, listening to the ki of Piccolo slowly approach. Within moments Piccolo landed in the dark alleyway and stared down at Gohan with a displeased look on his face. "Gohan, this isn't you. You can't blame…"
"Stay out of my head, Piccolo," Gohan pleaded with a yawn.
"It's been weeks, Gohan!" Piccolo snarled. He stepped over and knelt down beside the young demi-Saiyajin. "Even Gokou told you…"
"Gokou is Gokou!" Gohan snarled out, rising. He was still feet beneath Piccolo's, but he felt as if he could look down upon the Namek now. "Tousan doesn't know anything. He's always been idiotic! Plus, he didn't want me to feel guilty, but he knows just as well as I do that it's my fault that he died. You know it; Vejita knows it; Bulma and Chichi know it; everyone knows it! I killed my father!"
"No! You did not!"
Gohan turned and darted into the air. Piccolo watched with a frown. He'd learned years ago that pure men sometimes become evil because evil men saw them that way.
~*~
"Gohan! Oi!"
The young demi-Saiyajin looked down from the tree where he rested to see Mirai Trunks walking through the forest, searching the grounds for him. After a quick return to his own timeline for the purpose of defeating Cell before he had a chance to become complete again, he had returned. Mirai Bulma had died of a heart attack some days after, and now that his world was again peaceful, he had no purpose there. Mirai Trunks now lived with Bulma and Vejita, playing big brother to the young infant version of himself. Gohan turned onto his stomach on the branch he rested on and watched as the lavender-haired man approached. "Trunks, what is it?"
"Gohan! Ossu!" Trunks greeted with a bright smile and wave. He paused beneath the trunk and rested against it, looking up to the young Super Saiyajin. "I've been kind of bored, and I was wondering if you wanted to do something. Oh, also, Tousan asked me to tell you that 'it still stands', whatever that means."
Gohan smirked, looking away. Vejita wasn't going to take no for an answer without a fight, that was obvious. He sensed Trunks staring at him curiously, but Gohan turned back and smiled with a shrug. Trunks returned the smile. "Oi, has Chichi talked to you about going to public school yet?"
Pausing, Gohan frowned. "What are you talking about?"
"I'll take that as a no," Trunks laughed. "It's just an idea. Chichi told Kaasan that she thinks you need more friends your own age. She thinks that going to school might be a good idea for you, and I was talking about it with Kaasan also. After all, I never really did get a chance to have a normal life." He looked away somberly and Gohan frowned more. 'Great, make me feel even more guilty for not destroying the androids in your timeline. I'm just a serial killer, aren't I?'
"I don't think so, Trunks," Gohan responded, jumping down from the branch and landed in front of the time traveler. "After all, Kaasan has been schooling me since I was an infant. I doubt she'll give up that job so easily."
Trunks smiled and shrugged. "It was just something our parents were talking about. So, you want to do something - sparring, a movie, maybe?"
Gohan shook his head. "No, I need to get home. Kaasan is waiting for me. You know, she's been really protective lately. I should get going." With that, he turned and walked away towards his home. Trunks watched with a worried frown. Gohan just wasn't Gohan anymore.
~*~
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