Training at the Lookout[Training]

[Future Gohan]

Gohan decided to continue following in Goku's footsteps, skipping past the intense and deadly battles that his father had when he was a young child and going directly to the training. He had taken his time making it to the Lookout, unsure of what he would find there. He remembered that Piccolo had died... and that meant Kami had as well. So they couldn't bring any of the dead Z fighters back to life. He didn't know who was alive or dead in this timeline but so far everyone that had been dead seemed perfectly fine here. Perhaps there was already a different guardian, he knew that Kami had been extremely old anyways, although Guru had seemed so much more ancient. It was all so strange.

Gohan was glad to see a familiar face at the top of the lookout... even if it was slightly creepy. Mr. Popo never seemed to change, always watering his garden. He smiled and nodded at the strange thing, he never really knew what Mr. Popo was. "Is... the Guardian around?" He asked, looking around for a moment. The genie-like man nodded, his face rather impassive as he did so. Gohan opened his mouth to ask who it was but thought better of it after a moment. Perhaps there was another Gohan running around that already knew this and he didn't want to interrupt his life by asking his friends' strange questions.

"Mr. Popo.... I want you to train me." The saiyan spoke forcefully, his eyes burning with determination. Mr. Popo let out his creepy laughter, making the young man want to shudder. "Hit me." The high-pitched reply came, although the genie didn't even look like he was prepared to dodge. Gohan made a rather straight punch, although it wasn't very hard. Mr. Popo just tilted his head, continuing his gardening as though nothing had happened. The saiyan didn't remember him being this fast... had the guardian of the guardian been holding back the entire time? He floated off of the ground, delivering a flurry of speedy kicks that only met the after image of the genie.

Gohan continued doing this for three hours, accentuating his punches with kicks before finally becoming frustrated with it. His eyes locked on to Mr. Popo, the round genie's hands hidden behind his back as he smiled that creepy, impassive smile. The saiyan had just about enough of this game. He crouched, his hand turning into a claw as he began to focus his energy into his palm. Gohan began the familiar chant, "KaaaameeeeeehaaaaameeeeHAAAAAA!" He shouted, firing the brilliant blue wave of ki at the genie. Mr. Popo stood there, opening his mouth and sucking in the entire Kamehameha wave. Gohan had never just seen something so casually dismiss his power before.

The half saiyan warrior flew back in, his flurry of blows even faster and harder than before. He began to pull out all of the stops, using afterimage in between attacks to distract the genie and allow him to get closer to hit him. He began to shoot ki blasts in directions that he assumed the genie would be in as well, yet Mr. Popo had been at this for just as long as Korin yet he was faster. Gohan decided it was time to end it, kicking at Popo from one side, then using afterimage to disappear and come flying in from behind with a swift kick to the back of the genie's head. Gohan began to breathe heavily, shaking his head. "I don't remember it being this hard."

[Future Gohan]

Gohan was glad that the new Kami was someone that was familiar. He could remember Dende when they had been on Namek... and he could remember the unfortunate incidents after they had been on Earth for some time. He had never imagined that the little Namekian would grow up to be the Guardian of Earth, although he couldn't think of a better choice... except perhaps Piccolo, if only he would let go of some of his pride and mellow out slightly. Gohan would never voice that aloud though, he had too much respect for his mentor to do that. He ran his hand through his hair, looking over the dummy with a strange red and white mask on.

Gohan didn't often wear weighted clothing like this, it was going to make it more difficult for him to grow accustomed to this. He looked from Dende to Popo to the doll that was a replica of himself, right down to the missing arm. He got into a ready stance, signifying that he was prepared to fight the mimic. He dashed forward, swinging his arm at the impostor yet it was quite difficult to perform the tasks as he usually would. He performed a rapid series of punches with his one arm, attempting to end it quickly yet his doppleganger was more than up to the task.

Gohan's doll blocked all of his attacks, responding with a swift spinning kick. The young half saiyan was surprised by his own speed, which must have been enhanced by his recent training. He bounced along before managing to pop up on to his feet already going back into the fray. He began with an elbow, swiftly attempting to slip his legs in between his opponent's and knock him off balance. He rammed his shoulder into the doll, hoping to knock him to the ground. Gohan wasn't nearly quick enough though, the doll keeping his balance and using the half saiyan's momentum to toss him past.

The warrior managed to land on his feet flipping forward as he turned, shooting off a few quick blasts of ki at the blur of the clone. Funny thing was that Gohan hadn't even had to look when he was shooting... Two of them managed to find their mark which gave the young man a chance to quickly dash in and land a flurry of kicks on his opponent, with the occasional fist thrown in. He grunted as the doll returned fire, a quick kick catching him off guard before a punch to his jaw sent him bouncing away. He struggled to his feet, a slight sheen of red liquid coloring his grin.

Gohan was beginning to get weary. His training had begun early in the morning, yet now it was getting dark and this clone continued to thrash him. His arms were beginning to feel like they were lead, yet the weights didn't seem any heavier than his arms would be normally. He must have adjusted to them as he fought this doll all day. The young half saiyan threw himself bodily at the doppleganger, slamming his forehead into its chin before giving it a few swift blows to the body. He kneed it once more, lifting it into the air in an attack that would have knocked the air from most living beings. It finally faded into a nondescript doll, signalling that his training was over. The young man let out a loud sigh as he slumped to the ground, staring seriously at what had been a copy of him only moments before.