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Dragonball: Vertigo	By : Lucythebeast Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yuri - Female/Female Views: 2501 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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DragonBall V: A World Both Familiar and Foreign

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 26^th 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 8 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 the better warrior was. 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. “8, sir.” Gohan replied.

Vegeta grinned. <Peasa is 15… 7 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
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