Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Chosen One ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter Two

Over the next five days, Gohan was taking naps frequently and not eating much, because anything he ate came right back up or passed through his system in about twenty minutes. On many occasions, baby Goten got into his room to play and made a racket upon seeing he was asleep. Every time he did so, Chi-chi rushed in, grabbed Goten, hauled him back to his room and spanked him.

Gohan had quite a few visitors. Piccolo stopped by to drop off the Testament Sword, Krillin (who had been dropping by the house frequently after Goku's death) came with a comedy DVD set to keep Gohan entertained while he was bedridden, and Bulma came by with a portable gravitron that affected only the wearer. However, the visit that stuck out the most happened about mid-afternoon on the fourth day.

Gohan was sleeping. Once again, Goten crawled into his room to play, but found his older brother asleep. Instead of making a racket, he tried to climb up the sheets, but failed several times. However, every time Goten pulled on the sheets, Gohan had rolled closer to the edge of the bed, and was about to fall. Goten tried one more time, then gave up and crawled away from the bed to start screaming. Before he could, though . . .

THUD! "OOOF!" Gohan landed on the wood floor on his stomach and got the wind knocked out of him. Upon hearing the sound, Chi-chi ran into Gohan's room and skidded to a halt. She found Gohan picking himself off the floor and Goten laughing.

"What happened?" Chi-chi demanded. "Gohan, did you fall out of bed? Are you all right?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," groaned Gohan. "Just got the wind knocked out of me, that's all."

"Tug tug! Tug tug!" Goten laughed. "Tug, fall! Thud!" He laughed some more. Suddenly, Chi-chi grabbed him, took him to his room, and . . .

SMACK! "WAAAH!"

"Gohan's sick! Leave him alone!" Chi-chi scolded as she put a crying Goten in his crib. Meanwhile, Gohan climbed back into bed and pulled the covers up. At that moment, Chi-chi walked into the room. "Gohan, don't go back to sleep," she told the teen. "You have a visitor."

Gohan sat up. "What? A visitor? Who?"

Chi-chi didn't respond. Instead, she shouted out, "Gohan's awake! You can come in!" A young man who appeared to be in his early twenties walked into the room. He had long, jet-black hair, a black tee-shirt, a long-sleeved undershirt and an orange scarf. An empty gun holster was hooked around his waist, and he wore jeans that were torn around the knees. He had green socks and black-and-white hi-tops on. Gohan had never seen him before, but he knew who the visitor must be because of the Red Ribbon Army emblem on his shirt.

"What the . . . ? You're Android 17!" Gohan threw the covers off. "What, are you here to strike me down while I'm sick?" He turned to Chi-chi. "Why did you let him in, Mom? He's dangerous! He tried to kill Dad!"

"Relax," 17 said. "I'm not going to hurt you. I just have some important info. This concerns you, too," he said, turning to Chi-chi, "because Gohan is going into space."

"Again?" Gohan asked. "Am I going to Namek to get the Dragon Balls again?"

17 shook his head. "We may end up stopping there, but that's not our goal. Piccolo and Bulma thought it best if we eliminate this threat before it arrives on Earth."

"No!" Chi-chi exclaimed. "My little boy is not going into space! He's sick!"

"Mom, Bulma told me that radiation sickness lasts a week!" Gohan explained. "I'll be in good health by Sunday! Besides, I'm not a little boy any more! I'm a teenager!"

"But sweetie, what about your assignments? You're already behind on written work! You need to catch up!"

"Bulma said she'll personally make sure Gohan studies in space," 17 told her. "You don't have to worry about that."

"You mean Bulma's coming, too?" Gohan asked.

17 nodded. "Not just Bulma, but Piccolo, Krillin, myself, my sister, and the conceited prince of the Saiyans."

"You mean Vegeta is coming, too?" Gohan asked. "Why?"

"We need someone who knows what it's like in space, someone who can read and understand alien languages, and the idiot is the only person to fit in both categories," 17 explained. "Although 18 and I have translators programmed into our memories, they only contain the multiple languages of the people of Earth."

"But I am sure Vegeta will want to train," Gohan said. "I don't think Bulma can endure the Gravitron in Dr. Brief's ship."

"We won't be taking that kind of ship," 17 told him. "It's much larger, there's a sparring room, and we'll each have our own bedroom and bathroom."

"You see here!" Chi-chi suddenly interrupted. "I am not going to let my precious darling Gohan go aboard a ship with that green monster and that ruthless Saiyan for months on end! I had to endure enough worrying for three lifetimes when he was on Namek!"

"Yeah, but all your worrying was in vain, was it not?" 17 shot back. "They were perfectly fine!"

"He's right, Mom," Gohan said, "and I'm more than capable of taking care of myself now."

"But . . . Gohan, you're sick . . ."

"Mom, we have already been through this!" Gohan exclaimed. "I am going!"

Chi-chi just stood, in shock. "My son has talked back to me," she said softly. "Where did I go wrong?" With that, she fainted.

17 looked at the unconscious Chi-chi. "Does this happen a lot?" 17 asked.

Gohan nodded. "Although not as much as she used to. Grandpa! Get the smelling salts!"

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Vegeta muttered as he put two suitcases in the ship. He then glared at Bulma. "Why are you coming along, woman?"

Bulma crossed her arms. "Because I'm the only one who knows how to FLY the ship, that's why! And besides, you don't look like a mechanic to me!" Vegeta scowled.

"Don't look so glum," said a voice from behind Vegeta. He whipped his head around and saw the androids on the ramp behind him.

Vegeta turned back to Bulma, furious. "You didn't tell me these two battery-charged boneheads would be coming!"

18 crossed her arms and frowned. "Boneheads? That's not very nice. You need to learn some manners."

"We may need their help!" Bulma shouted at the Saiyan prince. "They're as strong as Piccolo! What if this enemy is too strong or too numerous for you, Piccolo, Krillin, and Gohan to handle?"

"Well, gee, thanks for the vote of confidence, Bulma," said a voice behind 18.

"Oh, is that you, Krillin?" Bulma asked. "I couldn't see you back there."

"Oh, now you're making fun of my height, are you?" Krillin remarked.

"Well, don't take absolutely everything you hear the wrong way!" Bulma shot back. Vegeta started to snicker. "And you!" Bulma turned to Vegeta. "Stop laughing!"

"For once, I agree with Vegeta," said a voice from the other side of the ship. "It is rather humorous, and Vegeta is allowed to laugh. We don't live in a Communist country."

"Piccolo!" Krillin exclaimed as the Namekian hovered around to their side of the ship. "When did you get here?"

"Long enough ago to hear your and Bulma's conversation," Piccolo answered. The six moved inside the ship to put in their belongings, most of which were Bulma's, because she had not forgotten about her "traumatic" experience on Namek. A few minutes later, they heard someone say, "Uh oh! How will I get in?"

"You can give me the bags, Grandpa," said Gohan.

"Gohan, I still can't see why you are refusing the hair gel," Chi-chi said.

"Mom, I told you, I look ridiculous, and if I went Super Saiyan, the gel would be destroyed anyway."

Bulma walked to the entrance to the ship. "Oh good, you're here. We'll take off soon." Gohan got his belongings in his room, got in a seat on the bridge, and buckled in along with everybody else. Bulma pressed a few buttons and the ship's engines turned on and launched the ship off the ground and into space.