Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dragonball V: A World Both Familiar and Foreign ❯ His name is Gohan. Remember it. ( Chapter 22 )

DragonBall V: A World Both Familiar and Foreign

Author's Note: Blah, no more nc-17 fics. Whatever will my hentai mind do now that I can't read naughty fics? Heh… sheesh. I hate censorship. I think the only cause you should have to complain about a fic is if the description is misleading. Like, if you put "A story involving a pairing between Videl and Vegeta" but it turns out to be a rape fic, then it deserves a complaint. But if the description says "warning: rape" or something, you knew what you were getting into when you clicked on it. People should not be protected from their own stupidity. Let them freak out if they don't know that yaoi Vegeta/Goku means that those two will be shagging like bunnies. Next time they'll know and they won't click on it if they don't wanna read it. Geez. Let them freak out if they didn't realize how gruesome the story would be if you put the warning "Extreme violence and strong language" would be. They'll pay more attention to warnings the next time. Anyway… as you can see I'm still upset about it. Once again a few idiots have ruined things for the rest of us.

Required Disclaimer: I don't own the DB franchise, I've never worked for them, I'm not making any money off this, and I'm dead sexxy baby! Read and enjoy.

Chapter 22: His name is Gohan. Remember it.

Gohan leaned back in his chair and yawned, stretching his arms out to work out the kinks from hunching over his desk for the past few hours. It was time to take a break before finishing up his daily studies. The young Saiyan wandered downstairs in so he could let his mother know that he would be outside for a while when the phone started ringing. Gohan winced, the loud ringing making his sensitive Saiyan ears hurt. Gohan entered the kitchen just in time to see Chi-Chi answer the phone. "Mom, I'm going…" Gohan paused in mid-sentence when he saw the serious look on his mother's face. It was no social call. "Mom?" Gohan asked.

It was then that his sensitive hearing picked up the words that Chi-Chi was listening to. "Chi-Chi? Did you hear me? I am so sorry… but Goku is dead. I can't believe it myself. Do you want me to come over? …Chi-Chi, are you there?"

Chi-Chi was in shock. "No… no there must be some mistake. I'd know it if Goku were gone… he wouldn't leave me, Bulma!" She finally whispered upon noticing that Gohan was staring at her.

"Chi-Chi, hon… I know it's difficult to accept. But there's no way Goku could have survived. He would have been dead even before his pod reached the star." Bulma explained. "I wish we could bring him back with the dragonballs, but apparently the planet Namek is gone, probably destroyed by the same guy that is responsible for Goku's death. And the Earth's dragonballs only wish people back once, assuming this doesn't count as natural causes."

"I can't listen to this anymore. My Goku is coming back to me, and that is final! He… just has to, Bulma. You don't understand." Chi-Chi stated with more resolve than she felt.

Bulma glanced at the gravity training room. "I think I do, hon. By the way, we just found out that there is a good possibility that some androids will be attacking soon. Vegeta is hard at training to fight them. Do you think that Gohan should train as well?"

Chi-Chi gripped the phone so tightly that it started cracking under the pressure. "Gohan is all I have left now! He will not turn into a ruffian and get killed like his… wait… Gohan? Where did he go?"

"I should let you go. Call me later, ok? I'll come over as soon as I can get away. I don't want you to be alone right now. Gohan probably overheard and is crying somewhere." Bulma replied.

Chi-Chi was silent for a long moment and Bulma nearly put the phone down thinking that the other lady had hung up on her when she heard her voice again. "You're probably right. I could use some alone time now. This is a lot to take in. I'll call you later, Bulma. Bye-bye." Chi-Chi hung up and sat down at the kitchen table and looked over to the chair that Goku always liked to sit at. Well, the place that he normally sits at, the chair was replaced on average once a month from Goku sitting down too hard. The memory of that made Chi-Chi burst into tears and she wondered what she was going to do now without a husband.

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Videl took a deep breath and waded out further into the water until she was submerged from the neck down. The spot had become her new favorite training area, as she could immerse herself in water for natural resistance to her movements and there was a waterfall there to practice against as well. She didn't know how her father stayed so strong when all he trained with was regular gym equipment, he lifted weights, and he sparred against his new students. Ever since he had won the 26th Tenkaichi Budoukai, students had flocked to him begging him to become their sensei so they could become as strong as he was. Videl scowled because even though she had proved her strength, her father still refused to train her. "Too young to train with him, my ass!"

Videl scowled and made quick punches and kicks in the water, growing frustrated when the resistance caused her movements to slow down more than she liked. "We'll see about that." Videl growled out, forcing herself to attack faster. Soon she was moving at nearly her normal speed despite the water's resistance, and she started practicing her forms and sparring against imaginary opponents. Her favorite being of course a young 8 year old spikey-haired boy who had bested her. She always imagined him being better than she was, so no matter how strong and skilled she became, he was just a little bit better, a constant goal to strive for. It gave her focus and she was more determined than ever to surpass the boy in skill. "You'd better be training your ass off, Gohan, or next Budoukai I'm gunna kick it for you!"

Videl approached the waterfall and slowed her breathing down, forcing herself to become more calm and relaxed. This next bit of training required an enormous amount of concentration to pull off, and she still hadn't mastered it. She brought her arm back and then shot it forward in an arc, her hand impacting the rushing water before coming out the other side. Videl grimaced because the water's force had pulled her arm down, meaning she had failed once again. She was still too slow and lacked sufficient focus to slide through the water uninhibited. The girl squinted up at the sun then looked back at the waterfall. "I still have about an hour before I have to start my homework. You're mine, waterfall!" Videl vowed, striking the water again and again.

Had she not already been drenched with water, she'd be covered in a fair bit of sweat by now. But that didn't bother her, for she was able to keep a thin and girly figure even though she knew she was stronger than most girls her age, even the ones that were bulkier than her. Videl grinned as she wondered what she would look like when she was older.

Videl made one last strike with her arm against the waterfall and nearly fell over in surprise when it slide out of the water on the end of the arc as she had not felt the waterfall's force that time. "Did I finally do it?" Videl asked herself. She grinned and attacked again, laughing in surprise when her arm came out the other side with sparkling water drops flailing behind her arm and at the exact same height it had gone in at. She hadn't even felt the pull of the water on her arm, as it had gone in and out too fast for the water to affect it.

The girl grinned then widened her stance. "Time to start working on getting my kicks at the same speed, then. Gohan, you just wait. I'm going to beat you next time." Videl glanced at the sun again after her fifth kick and groaned. "Practice is over for today. Time to do my homework then have dinner and meditate afterwards. I wonder if Dad meditates? I've never seen him do it. I can't believe I made it as far as I did without doing it. Talk about luck." Videl skipped home, whistling and singing to herself in her happiness. Tomorrow she just knew that her kicks would pass through the waterfall uninhibited. Then she would have to set a new goal for herself. "I will beat you, Gohan. Then you'll have to buy me dinner!" Videl giggled, wondering what the boy's reaction to that stipulation would be.

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Bulma nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw Gohan storm into the Capsule Corporation building. "Gohan!? What are you doing here, kiddo? I think your mom might need your… Gohan?" Bulma ran after the boy, who was heading straight for the gravity training room. Bulma gasped as she looked up at the readout, seeing that they were still at 350Gs and Gohan was striding towards the room with all intentions to go inside. "Gohan! Don't go in there, kid! They're training at 350Gs, you'll get squashed like a bug!"

Gohan paid her no attention, throwing open the door and walking into the long hallway that led into the chamber which was designed to go up at fixed percentile intervals in gravity until at the end of it you were at the gravity inside the training room. This was of course so that anyone who walked into the chamber wouldn't be immediately slammed with high gravity and have their hearts burst or any other such injury incur. The young Saiyan strode into the gravity training room and stomped towards Vegeta, the gravity going unnoticed.

Krillin looked up from his "comfortable" spot on the ground where he was still trying to pull himself up from to see the boy striding towards the prince with a dangerous look on his face. From the red puffy eyes and the tear-stained cheeks, he had heard about his father. "Oh boy…" Krillin muttered. He tried to shift but his arm was now at an uncomfortable angle. "Kami… take me now!" The monk groaned.

Gohan went right past the unfamiliar teenage girl whose tail was swishing around as she barely held herself up amidst the painfully high gravity. He hadn't even noticed the strange purple-haired boy who had been talking to Bulma, in fact he had barely noticed Bulma either. His gaze was fixed on Vegeta, and Vegeta alone. The prince paused in mid-strike as he punched the air and turned to look at Gohan with a shocked expression on his face. "Gohan? What are you… OOF!" Vegeta's sentence was cut off as he was slammed into the wall of the gravity room by the boy. "What's gotten into you, boy!?" Vegeta demanded.

"How could you let my father die, you… you…" Gohan paused, not knowing any bad words (yet). "Poopiehead!" [AN: He's only 9 after all]

Vegeta lowered his head. Though there was nothing he could have done, he still felt shamed that Goku had died. "I'm sorry, Gohan. There was nothing I could do, or I would have done it. You father was a good man… a true Saiyan."

"THAT DOESN"T BRING BACK MY DADDY TO ME!" Gohan screamed, slamming Vegeta back against the wall again.

"Vegeta, are you… ok?" Peasa gasped out. <Please say yes… I don't think I can make it over there yet… did you have to turn the gravity up so damn high!?>

Vegeta nodded. "You and baldie stay put. Peasa, this boy is Kakkarot's brat. As you can imagine, he's quite upset."

Gohan growled and shook the prince. "I can't understand what you're saying! Stop talking in a foreign language! You go bring my daddy back to me! Go get those dragonballs on that planet you and he went to! Wish him back!"

Vegeta shook his head. "I would be leaving to go do that if Namek were still there, boy. It's gone. I'm sorry, there's no way to bring your father back to life. You'll have to learn to live with it. I'm sorry."

Gohan shook Vegeta even harder. "THAT"S NOT GOOD ENOUGH! YOU BRING HIM BACK OR I'LL…I'll…" Gohan burst into tears and slumped forward.

Vegeta awkwardly put his arm around the boy's shoulders. <Damn, I'm not good at this whole comforting thing. Kakkarot, I wish you were here to take care of your brat… you always know how to comfort people. Damn you for dying! I never got the chance to pit my new strength against yours to see who was the better warrior. Now I'll never know.>

"That's so sweet. He's just the most adorable little boy I've ever seen!" Peasa gushed.

Vegeta grinned slightly. <Yes, take a good look at your future husband, Peasa. I can't wait for all the little Saiyan children to start running around.> If he hadn't been trying to comfort Gohan, he would have laughed at his future prospects for his 'adopted daughter' and his 'nephew'. "Gohan… tell me, how old are you now… son?"

Gohan sniffed and wiped at his eyes with the ball of his fist. "9, sir." Gohan replied.

Vegeta grinned. <Peasa is 15… 6 years older, that's nothing.> "Well, you're the man of your house now. Do you think you can handle it? If not, you and your mother are welcome to move in here with us. We have plenty of room."

Gohan sniffed again and wiped at his nose with the back of his sleeve. "I think Mommy will want to stay at our house. But I'll mention it. Sir, I'm sorry I treated you like this, it's just…"

"I know. I understand, Gohan. Listen… there are going to be some androids attacking in a few years, we found out. Most likely anyway. I could use a strong warrior at my side. Would you like to start training with me?" Vegeta asked. <If you can withstand 350Gs like it's nothing… you'll be pretty damn powerful once I'm done with you!>

Gohan shook his head. "I'm not allowed to train for martial arts except for about an hour a day."

Vegeta frowned. <That's not nearly enough!> "Surely your mother would make an exception for this. These androids could wipe out everyone on the planet!"

Gohan shook his head. "I don't want to train more than that either. I nearly died the last time I had to push myself to my limits. I nearly went crazy. I can't handle that. I… OW!" Gohan, now that he had calmed down, had gone back down to the power level he allowed himself for normal usage, and it wasn't near enough to withstand 350 times gravity. He crumbled to the ground and groaned in pain.

"What the hell!?" Vegeta barked. He scowled and said out loud, "Computer, readjust gravity to Earth Standard."

"Powering down gravity generator." The computer's tinny voice replied. Bulma had installed it in the new gravity room in case Vegeta hurt himself and couldn't make it to the controls to power the system down. It came in handy in situations like this.

Gohan, Krillin, and Peasa all let out a collective sigh as they slowly stood up straight and flexed their abused muscles. "I think I'm gunna get out of here while the getting is good!" Krillin exclaimed. He paused to rest a hand on the young Saiyan boy's shoulder. "Gohan, my condolences. He was my best friend, so I know what you're going through. I'm here for ya, ok?" After Gohan nodded, Krillin hurried out, ignoring Vegeta's scowl about leaving training early.

Peasa approached Gohan and knelt down to look him in the eye. "Hello. Nice for meet Gohan. Me are Peasa."

Gohan scratched his head. "Um… hello. Nice to meet you as well." Gohan noticed her tail then, which was wrapping itself around the girl's waist. "Ooh! Nice tail! I use to have one too, but people kept cutting it off. It stopped growing back right before Vegeta came to Earth the first time."

"Don't worry, it'll probably grow back at least once more, Gohan." Vegeta smirked. He just wished his own would grow back, but he had a better chance of getting struck by lightning without a storm overhead.

"I should get back home, Mr. Vegeta. My mom is probably worried about me. Sorry again for banging you against the wall." Gohan grinned sheepishly and scratched the back of his head.

Vegeta grinned. "Next time why don't you just spar with me, boy? Anyway, talk to you mother about staying here. And even if she says no, feel free to stop by any time. I'm not much of a replacement for your father, but I can do what I can."

Gohan grinned shyly. "Bye-bye!" He took off, though tears still fell from his eyes as he thought about his father. <Daddy… I can't believe you're gone!>

"He sure is a cute little guy." Peasa commented. She gave the prince a sly flirtatious grin. "Not as cute as you, of course."

Vegeta smirked. <Flirtatious little girl, aren't you?> "Give him a few years. He'll be chased down by women and he'll have to beat them off with a stick."

Peasa nodded absently and looked to where the retreating Gohan had been moments before. "Yeah, probably. Hmm…"

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Poor Gohan! Waaah! Things are going to be pretty rough on him for a while. Try not to hate me too much, eh? Teehee. Next chapter: Preparing for the androids! Krillin, is that cologne you're wearing? Teehee