Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Hero of the Day ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Hero of the Day

 

Chapter 1

 

 

 

Gohan tugged onto his strap bag, as he reached the cafeteria of the school, carrying his luck bag in the pack that was strapped around his chest. The day had gone by pretty fast, with continuous murmurs of his alter ego going about like moths to a flame. With his enhanced hearing, he continued to listen in to the girls giggling over him, or his Super Saiya-jin form at least. He held his grin all the way to an empty table, quickly taking a seat.

 

“That's a pretty big head you've got there,” came Videl's voice from behind him. Erasa had already seated herself next to Gohan, her bright blue eyes fluttering innocently at him while Videl sat at his other side. “I'm only sitting here because Sharpner's taken it upon himself to completely fill our table up with them.”

 

Videl didn't even point, shuddering at the thought. Gohan looked to see what the fuss was about, looking over to the blonde haired man's table filled with lower classmen, or girls for that matter. The Saiya-jin let out a single laugh while shaking his head.

 

“Well, you're welcome here,” Gohan said as he unwrapped the lunch box his mother had prepared. He was surprised to find a letter taped to it, quickly pulling it off and reading it to himself.

 

 

 

Dear Gohan,

 

I know you probably were expecting a big lunch, but I assumed you didn't want people to stare at your Saiya-jin appetite, so I packed you a `light' lunch. Instead, I made arrangements with Bulma for you to head over there if you are hungry after school if you can't make it the whole flight home. Remember to call to let me know if you're not coming straight home! Hope your first day of school is going good!

 

Mom ^_^

 

 

 

Gohan laughed inwardly at the small chibi-like version of his mother smiling, holding up a peace sign toward her signature. He shook his head, quickly pocketing the letter and opening the box and setting it out in front of him.

 

“Wow, someone likes to eat,” Erasa said, eyeing the fully prepared meal Gohan pulled from the somewhat small box, not really believing all the food fit perfectly in the small box. Gohan laughed hesitantly.

 

(Line Break)

 

Gohan looked about the field, dressed in his gym clothes, the same colors for everyone, as their teacher stood on the pitcher's mound, splitting the group into two different teams. With Videl being Orange Star High School's lead pitcher for the women's team, and Sharpner also for the men's team, those two were split up into different teams, both taking the mounds each inning. He had heard of the sport in books he had read, and when Goten turned six, he had coned his mother into actually buying a television set. Goten got his daily servings of early morning cartoons, followed by heavy training that his mother had assumed went unnoticed by the demi-Saiya-jin's older brother. After viewing the sport on television as well, it didn't seem that hard at all.

 

With the teams made up, everyone took their positions, while Videl's team took to the side, first at bat. Sharpner grinned, and hurled the ball to the girl, attempting to sneak a fast ball on the first pitch. Ever knowing Videl, expecting this of course, nailed the ball with a crack, sending it high into orbit, knocking far against the score board. Her team cheered, already up one to zero on the first pitch. Sharpner blinked in utter shock, but attempted to collect himself while Mr. Satan's daughter ran her bases. Gohan stood up when the coach ordered him up next, grabbing a bat and placed a helmet over his head. He took his place next to the batter's box, mimicking the stance Videl had held.

 

“Son,” the teacher called to Gohan by his last name, while Gohan looked over. “I thought you were right handed?”

 

Gohan blinked, not understanding where this was going.

 

“I am,” he replied.

 

“Then why are you in the left handed batter's box?” The coach continued his thoughts. Gohan looked to the plate, to the box, and then looked up to the coach with a shrug.

 

“Does it matter how I stand?” Gohan asked, receiving a snicker from the catcher and Sharpner across the way. The coach shrugged his shoulders, and Gohan got back into position.

 

I'm gonna tear this new kid's head right off with this pitch, and make him hit the dirt faster than an air raid.

 

Sharpner revealed his signature grin, while Videl caught the glare he gave Gohan, blinking her eyes open in realization.

 

I probably don't want to do what Videl did. She's captain of her team, so I should probably just no swing on the first pitch.

 

Gohan confirmed holding the bat in place on the first pitch, taking up his stance, and choking up on the back. Videl, realizing Sharpner was going to throw his pitch, started to shout out a warning which went all for nothing.

 

“Gohan, watch out!”

 

Gohan's eyebrows lowered, seeing the ball coming straight at his head frowning deeply. With his Saiya-jin side quickly taking over, he leaped back, swinging at the ball. With a crack, the baseball shot toward Sharpner's head, connecting with his hat, barely missing his head. With the amount of speed it traveled, it marked the hat with a black spot, as it continued to fly straight through the dividing fence and coming to a stop, smashing into the leg post of the scoreboard.

 

The entire class blinked, staring at the teen who had just turned a bad pitch into a homerun, or at least, an inside the park homerun. The ball did go through the fence, but not over it, though no one seemed to be arguing over the matter, simply staring at the Saiya-jin who finally took his bat back, placing it on his shoulder, his eyes opening to a glare at the blonde haired pitcher, who had yet to move himself from his pitched position.

 

“Damn, looks like we both missed,” Gohan stated in sarcasm. Sharpner took that moment to straighten himself, turning around to once again become shocked, viewing the remains of his hat, that seemed to burst into flames from the amount of speed the ball had traveled passed it.

 

Gohan's team took the field after a few more rounds of swinging the bat. Videl, naturally, took to the pitcher's mound while the coach pointed Gohan out to middle outfield, patting his glove as he took his position. With little or no action through the entire inning, Sharpner stepped up to the plate, while Gohan forced himself to wake up from his day dream. While the two pitchers of Orange Star High exchanged knowing glares to each other, Videl launched her first pitch which Sharpner greeted welcomingly with his bat, knocking it far into the outfield.

 

Gohan watched the ball heading toward the fence, debating if it were high enough for him to pull off actually jumping. Remembering the first pitch he had received, and the sudden urge for crushing the man's pride, he quickly leaped into the air, his glove catching the ball while hovering nearly twenty feet in the air. Without even landing, he sent the ball slowly in his point of view, but soaring to the first baseman's, catching it before Sharpner had made it half way to the base. Gohan landed with relative ease, finding once again the group of students staring at him. He threw on his father's grin, with a hand behind his back.

 

Maybe I should try a little more harder to fit in…

 

(Line Break)

 

Gohan stretched his limbs when the final bell rang, indicating the end of school. The class was quick to hurry themselves out the door, while the young demi-Saiya-jin took his time gathering his books into his pack. He once again felt the intense stare of the black haired beauty next to him, looking up just in time to see Videl looking away, as if she hadn't just been staring at him for half the class. He felt a smirk raise upon his features, and followed the class down the stairwell to the class room door, the last one in line.

 

“Hey Videl, are you coming out later?”

 

Erasa's voice came out from the hallway, obviously being one of the first students out. Gohan wondered how the girl was able to get out from their position in the far side of the class, though didn't have much time to think about it when the girl next questioned him.

 

“You're coming too, right Gohan?”

 

“Going where?” The Saiya-jin asked curiously. Videl shook her head, tucking her books under her arm as the four of them, including Sharpner, headed through the crowded mass of people that flooded the hallway.

 

“I've got training to do,” Videl stated, pushing her way through her fellow classmates, finally breaking free of the school via the double front doors. Erasa gave a pout before returning to Gohan.

 

“We were going to head up to East Capital later tonight,” Erasa replied with a grin. Gohan took a moment to think, before coming up with a reply.

 

“I have to head over to a friend's house in West Capital on my way home,” Gohan stated as they stopped at the front of the school's sidewalk. “What time were you guys leaving?”

 

“West Capital?” Sharpner repeated with a crazed look. “We'll be long gone by the time you get there.”

 

Gohan blinked a moment, before remembering the actual speed of cars.

 

“Oh yea, looks like I'll be busy the entire night then,” Gohan joked with a hesitant laugh.

 

“West Capital,” Videl said suddenly, bringing a hand to your chin as she looked to the Saiya-jin suspiciously. “Don't you live east of the Namuha Desert?”

 

“Yea,” Gohan stated casually, not seeing where the girl was going with this. Videl then searched about, as if looking for something, before turning back to Gohan.

 

“Do you drive?” Videl then asked. Gohan blinked a moment, giving her a strange look.

 

“No,” he answered. Videl's frown increased, crossing her arms over her chest while holding her books against herself.

 

“How were you planning on getting to West Capital, then back to your house? That's at least a twelve hour ride there,” Videl firmly stated, uncrossing her arms and poking Gohan accusingly in the chest. “And twelve hours back.”

 

“Well,” Gohan started hesitantly, searching for words. Suddenly, Kami seemed to be looking over the young Saiya-jin as Videl's wrist watch sounded an alert. Quickly dropping the conversation, she pulled her wrist upward, dropping her books in the process.

 

“Videl!” Came the shout from the small speaker on her wrist. “There's been a hijacking downtown. There're hostages on the bus, and there's no way we can get to them. They say they're going to start shooting if we don't give into their demands.”

 

“I'll be right there,” she said after getting the exact location. She took a moment to glare at the Saiya-jin, hesitant about waiting for an answer. “I'm not through with you, Son.”

 

With that said, the girl quickly ran off, taking a small capsule from her pocket, clicking it, and throwing it out to an open area. A small helicopter craft exploded in a puff of smoke from the small device, and Videl quickly boarded it, taking off to head downtown. Gohan watched the girl go, debating on making sure the girl was truly safe.

 

(Line Break)

 

“I want my damn money!”

 

The shout came from the man inside the bus, throwing an old woman to the window, forcing the barrel of his gun to the temple of her head, while she screamed in pure horror.

 

“I'll splatter this bitch's brains all over this freak'n bus if it's not here in ten minutes!”

 

The man grinned, when he received the confirmation from the police that the money was in route. He quickly pulled the lady from the window, tossing her down to the seat she was sitting in, only to have her old husband wrap his arms around her, cursing under his breath.

 

“What was that old man?” The man turned, pointing the pistol in his other hand to the man's forehead. He stuttered in fear, as his wife cried, trying to place herself between the gun and her only love. He man laughed, pulling the gun away, watching the man's face turn white. “Don't worry, if I get my money, you can all go free.”

 

Three men were sitting on the bus with a total of ten passengers, including the driver, who was tied to the floor, and gagged for some strange reason, even though it mattered not if he talked. Police lined their cars around the bus, surrounding it from any escape. The bus had stopped at a small intersection for a routine stop, before the three men took the bus over, then demanding a total of a million zeni be delivered to them, along with a free ride to where ever they chose. Of course, that would not be relayed until the money had arrived.

 

“Ingo!” The man shouted, apparently the brains and boss of the operation. A slightly shorter man, with tattoos along both his arms, and a Mohawk hairstyle turned his head from the driver's seat with an entertained grin upon his face. “Once we get the money, I want you to drive straight through those blue and whites.”

 

“It'll be my pleasure, boss,” Ingo replied with a grin, while revving the engine, filling the cops in front of him with anxiety.

 

(Line Break)

 

Gohan landed at Capsule Corp with record timing, with a chibi Trunks wondering in the front yard, surprised to the older Saiya-jin. He quickly ran over to him, and Gohan smiled, picking the child up.

 

“What's going on, Trunks?” Gohan asked Trunks, who replied with a grin.

 

“Dad's letting me train in the gravity room today!” Trunks announced happily. Gohan blinked a moment, as he set the child down.

 

“Gravity room, hu?” Gohan started, bringing a hand to his chin. “I remember my first time training under a higher gravity. It was in the Room of Spirit and Time.”

 

Trunks smiled, remembering the stories of his father from the Cell Games.

 

“Yea, dad told me all about that room!” Trunks said with excitement as they entered the house. “He said someday when I become a warrior, he'll take me to that room to train me for a whole year! But I have to become strong like him first.”

 

“Wow,” Gohan stated firmly. “Your dad said that?”

 

Trunks nodded. Gohan brought a hand to his chin in thought.

 

Wow, Vegeta's really taking training his son seriously. I guess Miari Trunks' death back in the Cell Games must have really taken a toll on him.

 

“Ah, Gohan!”

 

Gohan turned smiling to the face of Briefs, Bulma; the blue haired scientist slowly making her way to leading the organization of her father. Bulma hugged her best friend's eldest son, before pulling away.

 

“I haven't seen you in a while,” she said with a tilt of her head. “You should stop by more often. Chi-Chi was here the other day, but you were at home studying.”

 

“Yea,” Gohan said with a grin. “Mom had me studying all night for the entrance exams for High School.”

 

“So you're a college boy, eh?” Bulma said with a grin. Gohan laughed.

 

“Not yet,” Gohan replied.

 

“It's what your mother always dreamed of,” Bulma stated firmly. Shaking his head, Gohan remembered the reason he came here.

 

“Hey Bulma, I wanted to know if you could make me something…”

 

(Line Break)

 

Videl arrived just as the money had. The chief of Police had planned on waiting until the savior of the world's daughter had appeared before attempting to continue negotiations. With her helicopter landed, and money bag in hand, Videl walked slowly toward the bus, while the leader peaked his head out the window, with a hostage next to him.

 

“What's wrong, pigs, sending a bitch to do a man's job?”

 

Videl gritted her teeth together, as she approached the bus. She hated the fact that people would hide behind hostages, instead of attempting the crime themselves. Even though both actions were considered evil, she felt a hostage situation such as this only marked the criminals cowards, rather than attempting to rob a bank, and get out quick before the cops showed. The daughter of Hercule Satan quickly shook her head free of such thoughts, while approaching the entrance to the bus, which opened to greet her to the boss.

 

Her eyes quickly shifted throughout the bus, quickly taking in various scenarios she could play out with the least amount of casualties. One driver sitting at the front, the boss at the door, but there was still the third in the back, holding onto a hostage. She couldn't take the risk of that man firing upon the small child he held in his grasp. She handed the man the bag, turning to leave.

 

“Where do you think you're going, missy? Why don't you come with us?”

 

Videl didn't know whether to be disgusted by the offer, or completely ecstatic. Not only would this increase her chances of stopping the crime, but they hadn't the faintest idea of who she was, or what she could do to them. Quickly throwing on her best acting skills, she turned to the man with a fearful gaze.

 

“No,” she cried. “You have your money, so why don't you just leave?”

 

Playing it out the best to her abilities, a victim in a situation, the man grinned, grasping the girl by the lapel of her shirt. Videl fought hard not to kick the man in the groin, grasp his neck, and pull him downward, kicking him over her shoulder, and right out the door he had pulled her into, then taking out the driver.

 

Her thoughts were pushed aside, when she realized the bus had started moving, and she was thrown into the back. A few of the passengers breathed a sigh of relief to the girl, but her quick look would shush them about keeping who she was a secret if they wanted to get out alive.

 

The man in the back quickly moved to the front to join his boss and the driver, giving Videl exactly what she wanted; hostages on one side, criminals on the other, and herself in the middle. The boss quickly opened the large sack, counting the endless supply of zeni held within.

 

“Yea, with this, we'll be able to buy our own island,” he said with a grin.

 

Suddenly, the bus swerved to the right, avoiding an explosion that simply appeared from nowhere in the middle of the road, coming to a stop halfway on the sidewalk. Everyone had been thrown to the floor, weapons nearly lost, giving Videl only a fraction of a second to collect herself. Quickly running up the walkway, she jump kicked one man, sending him sideways into the doorway of the bus, forcing it to break open and bring him to fall upon the concrete flooring below him.

 

With an extended fist, the girl punched the leader of the group in the face, then grabbed the shoulder of his jacket, pulling him into her knee that raised high enough to knock the wind out of him. She quickly pulled further while turning to the side, throwing him straight out the bus. The driver had all but turned to see the furious look of Satan's Daughter glaring at him with flamed eyes. With a fearful look, he went for a grab, when his own wrist was grabbed instead, twisted to a break, and his neck suddenly chocked against, knocking his wind pipe into full repair mode. As Ingo grabbed his neck in attempts to breathe, Videl threw the final of the trio outside along with the others, hopping out herself.

 

The two members from before had recovered, while the third still staggered with his throat. The leader quickly pulled out his automatic pistol from its holster at his chest, aiming it at the girl. Videl hid her worried look, not sure if she could avoid getting shot. Gritting her teeth, she lowered herself, ready to dodge the moment the man pulled the trigger.

 

Shots were fired. Many shots.

 

Videl hesitated.

 

She gasped when she realized the shots had stopped, and she was still alive. She blinked her eyes open, only to find her view blocked by a flowing red cape in front of her. The three men all stared in disbelief as a man appeared from no where, standing between them and Videl. The man wore a Saiya-jin Armor type of get up, with a black skin tight battle suit underneath. A green martial arts gi top was wrapped around his top, and a black utility belt worn round his waist. Upon his feet and hands were the Saiya-jin style boots and gloves, signature to Vegeta himself. Upon his head, hiding his face, was a bronze colored helmet, with a black visor with antennas sticking out rather stylishly to either side. The cape was pinned to his green gi top, and swayed in the wind, with his gloved hands held out in front of him.

 

“Who the hell are you?” The boss asked. The man applied a cocky grin, lowering himself a moment. Within a blink of an eye, all three men doubled over one after another, before the man reappeared, a boot placed upon the leader of the criminal's back, forcing his stomach to the ground.

 

“I,” he said in a firm voice, looking to the bus full of citizens, all in complete awe over their new savior. “Am Saiya-man.”

 

“Saiya-what?” Videl finally collected herself, shaking her head as she walked over. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

 

Saiya-man blinked at the girl, giving a confused look behind the mask.

 

“Well, I thought I said I was Saiya-man,” he said with a smirk. “I don't know, maybe I just mumbled it. If you didn't hear it, the name's Saiya-man.”

 

“Yea, I heard you,” Videl said, as she stepped on one of the criminals, who let out a yelp when her boot came smashing down upon his back. As she made her way over, she pointed an accusing finger at his chest. “I want to know what you're doing here, Mister Saiya-Man.”

 

“Doing what Satan City's finest can't,” he said with a grin. Videl's eyes became daggers, in an attempt to stab the man by simply her glare.

 

“I could have handled that perfectly find myself,” Videl stated, throwing her arm dramatically toward the bus. “I've got this town covered, why don't you go take care of some other town.”

 

“Oh, so cold,” the hero smirked, which only enraged the girl more. “Don't worry, I'm just teasing you. Don't worry, I wont interfere with your little game of cops and robbers.”

 

“Game?” Videl yelled. “You think this is a game?! You think you can dress yourself up in a costume and save people's lives?”

 

Saiya-man looked over his uniform, then back to the bus, then down at the criminals.

 

“Well, I guess that is what I just did now isn't it?” He stated with a grin. Videl threw her arms up.

 

“How the hell did you stop those bullets anyhow?” She asked curiously, seeing as the man was going no where with her other line of questions. The man blinked, placing his hands upon his waist.

 

“I didn't stop them,” he announced, before bringing his hand out for her. “I caught them.”

 

He dropped the crushed bullets to the ground, leaving her eyes like saucers. Blinking them back to normal, she gave him another accusing poke, while he put his arms up in defense.

 

“And exactly where did you come from, Saiya-man?” She asked accusingly, as the hero backed away from her glare, which she only continued to give, stepping forward with each step back.

 

“From up there,” he said, pointing to the sky. Videl looked up to the sky, then back to the hero, letting out a laugh.

 

“Yea, right. You're some alien sent here to Earth to protect the citizens of Satan City,” she said as sarcastic as she could. Saiya-man nodded with a smirk.

 

“Looks like you've got my purpose in life marked,” he replied dryly. Videl frowned, staring at the mask he wore.

 

“Well, if you're really from another planet, what's with the Capsule Corporation helmet you're wearing?” Videl quickly pointed out the Capsule Corporation Logo on both sides of the helmet, quickly resulting in a worried look upon the figure before her. Almost as if the girl had sensed it, she peered lower in an attempt to look under the mask, now that she had him cornered so far back he was against the wall of an office building.

 

Saiya-man, however, quickly took to the air, seeing the girl's attempts to pull out his identity. Videl blinked, as the man was suddenly lifted into the air. Looking up, he saw him levitating, with no strings or wires attached, his arms across his chest.

 

“You can fly?!” She asked in shock, as he lowered himself to the ground. He held the same smirk as earlier, while nodding his head. “You caused the explosion earlier. How?”

 

“Like this,” he said, as he brought his hand out in front of him, holding his palm upward. “This is called Ki energy.”

 

Within his palm, energy gathered spiraling together, glowing into a blue sphere. Videl watched in amazement, before shaking her head, pulling herself from the sudden stare she had taken.

 

“That's jut a simple magic trick,” she said with a shake of her head. “My dad's taught me all about you people.”

 

“Me people?” Saiya-man repeated, not understanding. By now, the police had arrived, taking custody of the criminals who were still knocked out by the gentle taps of Saiya-man, and the victims had already been freed after being questioned. This left the officers to view the argument between Videl and this new `Saiya-man' character.

 

“Yea, you go around telling people you can fly, and make explosions with your hands,” she said with a roll f her hand. Saiya-man blinked a moment, looking up to the sky, then back down to Videl.

 

“You think I do magic?” He said with a grin. Videl nodded with a frown. “Then take my hand.”

 

“What?” She asked, looking at the extended hand of Saiya-man. He smiled genuinely at the girl, enough to make her cheeks heat with a pink hue.

 

“If you think all I can do is magic, take my hand and I'll show you the greatest show on Earth,” Saiya-man replied. “That is, unless you're afraid of what you might find.”

 

“I'm not afraid!” Videl quickly stated with a slam of her foot, quickly grasping the man's white gloved hand in her own. She felt the man's strong grip upon her hands, as he slowly lifted to the air.

 

“Hold on tight,” he said, as he slowly pulled her into the air. Videl's eyes nearly bugged out, when she felt all her weight leave the concrete flooring, looking down to see the ground slowly leaving. She looked up to find the man pulling her higher into the air.

 

“What the hell?!” Was all she could let out, before Saiya-man took her for the flight of her life.

 

(Line Break)

 

Author's Notes: What's with the Line Breaks? Yea, well Fanfiction(dot)net do not believe in minus signs, no spaces after periods, or more than one double space between paragraphs, so I figure if I put in an actual phrase for each scene shift from now on, maybe I'll continue writing for this website. Neh?

 

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