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Post by Future Gohan on Jun 7, 2011 23:42:21 GMT -6
"I've heard similar things. King Kai and some other Kais bring their best warriors and see whose the best trainer. I've always wondered what would happen if a contestant won that wasn't trained by one of them. It would be interesting to see how they would react." The half saiyan looked over his counterpart, wondering how powerful Neylo had been before he had died. Gohan was confident that he could defeat the warrior now, although it made him wonder if this red skinned being had also suffered a major decrease in power level while he had been in Other World. "Especially after you had just died attempting to save everyone's lives yet you had failed." He said, wondering if he had trained Trunks enough to be able to handle the androids.
Gohan nodded, "Exactly where I left off." He said, deadly intent in his words. He wasn't going to let the androids off easily. "Training? Yes... I need a partner as well. I have to gain enough power to turn Super Saiyan." He said, clenching his only hand tightly as he remembered the intense rush of power he had always felt when transforming. Not only of power, but of anger as well. He had always thought of it as righteous fury and he now carried it in his heart when he wasn't a Super Saiyan. It was good for his confidence.
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Post by Future Gohan on Jun 7, 2011 23:08:04 GMT -6
Gohan had decided to attempt to find a relic that he could remember from his childhood. The four star dragon ball was very important to his father, especially since Goku considered it to be a link to his adoptive grandfather, Gohan's namesake. He remembered wearing it on his hat and always wanting to play with it, yet Chi-Chi was a very scary mother and he hadn't wanted to anger he. Gohan walked through the forest, remembering the times he had spent fishing here or training... or more often than not, reading a book. His mother had been adamant about it until his father had died.
Gohan searched through the forest for a while, lifting rocks, diving through bushes, occasionally checking the lairs of dinosaurs and other animals that occasionally mistook them as something edible or as an egg. He went swimming through the river, occasionally avoiding the random giant fish that went swimming by. He kept searching all day, even peaking into the house that he had used to consider his own. He peaked through the windows, trying to see if the dragon ball was perhaps stored within. He continued searching and searching and searching, until his efforts proved fruitless or yielded results. He didn't plan on leaving until he had scoured the entire region.
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Post by Future Gohan on Jun 7, 2011 21:40:36 GMT -6
I'm going to take Solar Flare and the boosts.
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Post by Future Gohan on Jun 7, 2011 20:11:31 GMT -6
Gohan didn't even bother responding to Trunks' shout, if he didn't remember he wasn't going to magically counteract that. He couldn't understand what the difference was here, yet it was unsettling that the person that had always wanted to stand with him against the androids now seemed indifferent to them. Gohan was going to have to come back another time when he wasn't trying to kill someone and sit down with the young man and explain things. Trunks wasn't very like his father though, Vegeta would likely just sit and watch and laugh at whomever lost the fight.
Android 18 never lost her cool, probably because something in her little robot head kept track of him no matter how fasted he moved. Gohan felt rather frustrated that she could so easily dismiss him so far. He stared daggers into the face of the woman for the few moments that she had a hold of his knee. Eighteen's impassive face finally changed into her sadistic look, something that was incredibly familiar to the young half saiyan. He couldn't let her win! He had to destroy her and Android 17!
Trunks ended up coming to the rescue, although Gohan wasn't sure if he did it purposely or he was just trying to injure both combatants. He turned to glance at the young man, perhaps he was more like Vegeta than Gohan had at first given him credit for. His gaze locked on to Android 18 again, obviously getting ready to resume his assault. He bent his knees, twisting his body and holding his hand in a clawed position. "Kaaaaa...." A blue ball of glowing ki formed in his hand as he charged his attack, "Meeeehaaa-Uncle Raditz?!"
Gohan turned his eyes wanting to pop out of his skull as he saw his long estranged, and dead, uncle. He hadn't seen him since Raditz had kidnapped as a child and was subsequently killed by Goku and Piccolo. Perhaps it would be better to retreat and live to fight another day. The ball of energy within his hand faded as he lost focus, confused by the recent events. "I don't know Uncle Raditz. I remember a casual backhand when I last saw you. I'm not sure if you hold a grudge about father and Mister Piccolo either." He didn't want to injure the saiyan warrior's pride. Raditz had probably just come alive with his meager power level and was roaming around Earth, expecting to be one of the strongest warriors on the planet.
Gohan nodded, watching his uncle for a moment before using afterimage again, coming at Android 18 with a punch followed by a kick towards the side of her leg. "If you want to fight though, you'll have to take a number... 19 perhaps." He said, his expression deadly serious. He wasn't going to let the opportunity to destroy this robotic monster escape him. Although he wasn't sure if Eighteen was being her usual sadistic self or she was actually this much weaker... He hoped for the latter.
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Post by Future Gohan on Jun 7, 2011 8:49:54 GMT -6
Yet another godforsaken city with a godforsaken shortage of milk. Gohan could feel the lack of enthusiasm flow through him as he picked up another crate. Endlessly it was day after day after day of milk going everywhere. He grunted as he lifted the crate, wondering how much sleep he had been getting every night. What was this place again? Oh right, Satan city, named after some hotshot martial artist or another. It was ridiculous how someone could become more famous than his father just by winning one that his father wasn't in. Why wasn't there a Goku city? Probably because Goku didn't understand the first thing about people but that was beside the point!
Gohan began going from door to door, banging on each of them with a foot, the crate, his elbow, or his head. These bottles all had the face of some strange man with an abnormally tall head, large mouth, afro, and a weird mustache. He hadn't seen that on any of the bottles that he had delivered to any of the other places, why would it be like that here? He could only wonder, handing people their bottles of milk as he went from door to door. He imagined himself smashing bottles of milk upon the Kame House, many bottles.
Gohan saw pictures of this weird guys face everywhere. On drinks, on restaurants, on posters, everywhere! He didn't understand how this man could be so famous! He had only won one World Martial Arts Tournament! He hadn't even been a contender back when Goku, Piccolo, Yamcha, Krillin, Tien, and Master Roshi had regularly entered into the tournaments. The Turtle Hermit had won several times, once under the alias of Jackie Chun! Yet there were no Roshi cities or Roshi brand sodas!
Gohan shook his head in disbelief at the amount of marketing this man must have done. He must be very charismatic to be able to make this kind of business possible. The half saiyan almost wished his father had done this, perhaps then he would have had enough money to find a cure... that was in the past... or future... or something. Gohan didn't know but there was no time to be worrying about that now. He ran onwards, dispensing a bottle of milk to each house he came to.
Gohan eventually came upon a large mansion. He kicked the door a few times. He waited for a moment, about to leave a bottle next to the door when it swung open. "Haha! I see you've come for an autograph from the World Champion! Don't be shy my fans come here all the time!" Hercule shouted, his gravelly voice carrying some distance from the present area. Gohan opened his mouth, glancing down at one of the bottles of milk to make sure this was the Mr. Satan that the city was named after. "I'm not here for an autograph. I'm just delivering milk, sir." He gestured at Hercule with the crate, waiting for him to take a bottle.
The world champion stood and stared blankly at Gohan for a moment, as if unsure of how to react. "Gohan, where have you been?! Videl was looking all over for you! She's not going to like those scars and what happened to our arm!" Mr. Satan continued to shout, his confident voice still turned on. Hercule grabbed a bottle of milk after a moment, waiting for answers from the young man. "Well.... ya see.... Whose Videl?" Gohan asked, confused by the entire scenario. "WHAT?! VIDEL YOUR WIFE! PAN'S MOTHER!"
Gohan's eyes bulged open for a moment, wife?! Pan?! This must be another one of Roshi's schemes! "Sorry, wrong guy! I gotta go deliver more milk!" He shouted over his shoulder as he went as fast he could in the opposite direction. He couldn't even imagine half of what the guy had said, nor how he had become so popular with such a loud annoying voice. Gohan figured that Hercule had to be one of the silliest people he'd ever met. He continued along his milk route, wondering if that had been Roshi's surprise for the day.
He moved through the rest of the city without incident, eventually finding out from a few of the bigger fans of Mr. Satan that apparently he was the son-in-law of the world champion. That was rather interesting. Apparently he was married... A turn that had not been expected but something that he would deal with nonetheless. He plopped down the empty crate, beginning to walk on to the next city. It was going to take a while without flying yet Gohan was sure that he could do it.
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Post by Future Gohan on Jun 7, 2011 7:43:48 GMT -6
Gohan had returned to West City, the site of his greatest defeat and his last stand. He growled as he was handed more milk to deliver as well as a list of who it was to go to. Five bottles for Capsule Corporation! He let out a heavy sigh, not wanting to see any of the Briefs although if he was lucky, Bulma's mother would answer the door. He could only imagine how Bulma would react or Trunks... or especially Vegeta. Very rarely did the Prince of Saiyans roll out the welcoming wagon for anyone, let alone the son of his greatest rival. He looked down at the bottles, letting out a heartfelt sigh.
Gohan began the trek through another of the largest cities on the planet. West City had conveniently placed chilled milk bins though, probably one of the many contributions of the Briefs family that hadn't quite made it elsewhere, although Penguin Village's bins were always cold enough to keep milk cool. He wished that East City would have invested in these. He wouldn't have to awkwardly talk to any of the Briefs at least. Gohan continued to move from bin to bin, wondering how long it would take for him to finish here.
The half saiyan began to wonder why he was always running, wouldn't it be easier to walk and just take a longer time? He shook his head, removing the thought immediately. If the warrior wanted to benefit from this training, the least he could do was make sure that he did it properly. Gohan just wished that this training wasn't so boring. At least when Goku did this he had Krillin with him. Back then Master Roshi accompanied them and they only had to go a short ways in comparison to how far he had gone. Although he did far outclass all of them in ability when they had been doing that.
Gohan had made it nearly half way through the city already, which meant that he came to the stop that he had been fearing the entire time. He sprinted up to it, deftly maneuvering to crate on to his knee as he plucked out a bottle and put it in the bin. He nodded to himself, confident that he had managed to avoid a near disaster. "Hehehe." The familiar laughter of Master Roshi drifted to him, causing him to freeze in apprehension. The old turtle hermit was waddling up to the door, the only thing in his way being Gohan.
"Just in time." Roshi said, ushering the young half saiyan up to the door. "Ready to meet some old friends?" The hermit asked, invoking a glare from Gohan. It had just become very apparent that Master Roshi was much more perceptive than his student had given him credit for. The hermit roughly shouldered the younger man in as the door opened, quickly walking in and shutting the door behind himself. Mrs. Briefs stood wait, the same vacant look upon her face as always.
"Hello Mrs. Brief's." Gohan said, pulling his hat down in front of his face. "Oh hello dears. I'll go get some tea." She responded before scampering off to make them something to drink. The half saiyan glared at Roshi, "Ok, ok. I get it. You made your point I have work to do." He growled, storming off through the doorway to continue his work. All that he could hear though was Master Roshi's laughter, "Hehehe." It would haunt his dreams tonight.
Gohan began to move more quickly, wanting to be out of this city that brought back so many memories. It was more than he could handle at the moment. He had seen that building destroyed by the androids. Trunks and himself had hidden in that building when they had seen the monsters drifting by. He could almost feel people calling out for protection again, yet he knew there was nothing there. Gohan growled, beginning to run full speed from destination to destination.
The half saiyan had finally made it to the last neighborhood. He had come this way so many times on his way to Capsule Corporation when he was younger. After Goku had died, home never felt right again, especially since mother couldn't bear the strain. He dealt with his demons as he did with most problems. He kept his stoic silence, his hatred of the androids flaring up after a moment. Gohan knew that he could stop them... He just had to train harder and keep trying... keep trying. He put the last bottle in the last bin, trying to reconcile his shattered reality.
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Post by Future Gohan on Jun 7, 2011 7:03:50 GMT -6
Gohan had made it to East City, only to be greet with a crate full of milk bottles. He was already growing tired of these accursed bottles and he had only delivered milk to Penguin City. He hefted the crate with his singular arm, ready to get down to business. He knew that it was going to be a long day, yet he had to do this quickly or the milk might spoil in the heat. He could only imagine what it had been like for poor little Krillin and Goku, they must have been half dead by the time they made it to the first town. Good thing he was a much more able person than them... minus an arm. It would just make it that much more of a challenge to do this then.
Gohan began running down the streets, quickly knocking on each door with his head and hand the occupants a bottle of cold milk. If they weren't there, he would leave the bottle of milk next to their doorstep, hoping no one would complain about that. He just wanted to pull the door off of the hinges yet he was almost positive that they would complain more about that than him leaving them a bottle of milk that was too warm after coming home later than usual or perhaps not coming home at all. He continued to keep his mind occupied as he ran, not thinking about the amount of time that passed as he went.
Gohan began to hum to himself as he handed out the bottles, although he didn't exactly hand them over, just letting the people pull a bottle out. He hated having to put to crate down when people weren't there and pull a bottle out. It slowed his time down by a lot and he wanted to finish this as quickly as possible. He growled as yet another person wasn't home, slowing him down again. He could only imagine what Roshi's plot was going to be this time. It was going to be hard to beat an avalanche. He didn't doubt the hermit though, he had nothing but spare time when he wasn't staring at beautiful women.
Gohan continued to run through the town dispensing milk everywhere he went. "Who can make the sun rise? Sprinkle it with dew! Cover it with milk or an annoying day or two? The milk man can!" He sang softly to himself as he went from street to street. He was beginning to feel much more relaxed, having seen no sign of the treacherous turtle hermit. He dared to think that perhaps because of the size of this city that Roshi had let him off easily. "Stay where you are punk." It was never easy.
Two thugs stood there, guns in there hands. Confident smirks that came with being in control were etched on to their faces, a mistake that Gohan planned on soon changing. He knew that a few more goons were waiting behind him, yet the half saiyan stood there for a moment as he watched them almost curiously. The two thugs looked in confusion at their hands, a stinging pain as well as lack of gun becoming very apparent. Gohan began his arduous journey again, while the two muggers disappeared, screaming in terror. They wouldn't be bothering the milk man any time soon.
The milk was beginning to dwindle quickly and it didn't seem as if there were going to be any stops that were way out in the middle of nowhere this time. He stopped for a moment in a restaurant, ordering a large amount of food and devouring it nearly as quickly as they could bring it out. Gohan had managed to scrape up some Zeni doing tasks that were impossible for the average person which quickly went into the budget of food. It was a good thing that Roshi had large sums of money from winning tournaments.
Gohan left the restaurant, getting back to the task at hand. The sun was beginning to set and there was a neighborhood lacking milk! He dashed with all of the speed he could muster, wanting to finish this quickly. He began to zoom through the neighborhood, getting from door to door faster than the normal eye could see. He could see the end in sight, the last house on the block! He became completely focused upon that last house. It was the star of hope for the young half saiyan that he would soon reach.
Gohan was on the second-to-last house when a car slammed into him, sending him spinning off to the side. He gripped the crate tightly, maneuvering himself in awkward positions as he tumbled away. He managed to keep the crate from receiving too much damage and both bottles of milk appeared to be fine. He could almost hear a "Hehehe." as he delivered the last two bottles. He hoped they didn't notice the cracks and complain but it was no longer his problem now.
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Post by Future Gohan on Jun 7, 2011 6:07:29 GMT -6
Gohan shivered as he ran through the ice and snow, up the road towards Penguin Village. It was so cold here and he had been running for so long. At least he didn't have to worry about heat spoiling the milk here. That rotten Roshi was probably going to make a great amount of profit off of forcing him to deliver milk to every city on the planet. Hopefully it would be just as beneficial to himself. He held the crate of milk in front of himself as he ran. It was going to be a very long day, yet at least he would get to go to some interesting new places that his father had told him about.
Gohan made it to the first door, putting it in a conveniently placed bin that said "Milk" upon the front. He nodded to himself, continuing to the next door... and then the next... and then the next. He had only just gotten here and he was already getting tired of this. He let out a heavy sigh as he put yet another bottle of milk into yet another bin that was labeled for milk. He was beginning to feel quite cold, not having worn proper clothing when he set out upon this quest. It had seemed rather pointless yet now he was regretting it.
Gohan continued to the next door, placing the bottle of milk in a bin before turning down another street. He nearly slipped and fell , only noticing now that the entire street was covered in a thin sheet of ice. He could only imagine one person that would be doing such a thing and he could almost hear his soft laughter now. He couldn't fly or do anything like that, so he moved slowly upon the ice, walking carefully from each house to each house. The bottles went in the bins one by one by one. It was almost like it was never going to end. He could only imagine what the point of this was.
Gohan took a step back on to the road, his foot sliding out from beneath him. Hurling the crate up into the air, he allowed his feet to go, planting his hand on the slippery ice, yet digging his fingers in to allow himself to flip back on to his feet. He let out a yelp as he slid forward at a controlled pace, awkwardly catching the crate with his arm and the tip of his stub. He let out a sigh of relief, secure in the knowledge that he had not as of yet failed this training course. He knew Krillin and Goku had done something similar when they were young and training under the Hermit.
Gohan began to move more quickly between each of the bins, although it was still awkward placing the bottles in. He had to press his chest against the crate to hold it against the wall while his hand painstakingly dug out a singular bottle... every time. He wondered if Roshi had purposely designed this to make it more difficult for the one-armed youth. He continued on doggedly though, knowing that if he ever wanted to learn from the great Turtle Hermit, he had to do whatever he said.
Gohan couldn't find the next house, only having a singular bottle left. He eventually managed to get someone to come outside to speak with him. They talked for a moment, the stranger laughing at him as he listened to the exploits that Gohan's master had sent him upon. It probably would have been hilarious had it not been him that had to endure these things. He let out a heavy sigh, encouraging the man to tell him where the last bottle was meant to go. He eventually pointed up a nearby mountain, being the last house to be delivered to every time.
The young half saiyan began to long hike up the side of the mountain, wishing that he could just fly up the side of it and be done with it. Gohan began to mutter obscenities at the hermit, even though he probably wasn't close enough to hear them. Some things are just too strange to be a coincidence though. He continued to put on foot in front of the next, wanting to just be done with it. Gohan stopped for a moment, listening to the wind. "I could've sworn I heard a Ha." He said, shaking his head as if to clear the sound out.
The warrior didn't have to wait long to figure out that he was more than likely right. The sound of a roaring train began to fill his ears, making the entire mountain side shake. Gohan stopped for a moment, glancing upwards. There was an avalanche, pouring down the snow-covered slopes with a ferocity. He erected a shield of ki, protecting him as he plowed through the snow that poured harmlessly down the mountain. It was getting insanely cold though. Gohan veered out of the avalanche, his destination clearly in sight. He stopped placing the crate on the ground before placing the last bottle of milk into the last bin. "Mission accomplished." He said, tossing the last crate into the avalanche that was now much smaller.
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Post by Future Gohan on Jun 7, 2011 5:37:20 GMT -6
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Post by Future Gohan on Jun 7, 2011 5:35:56 GMT -6
Gohan had grown frustrated waiting for Roshi to begin his training, the old man had just sat there and paid attention to Alexi ever since he had brought her. The old lecherous hermit was getting on his nerves and it was about time to do something about it. He approached his Master and the woman he was staring at with a very enthusiastic grin. The young half saiyan could nearly see Master Roshi attempting to get into her rooms every night. This woman probably wouldn't last long in his employ. Gohan felt rather sorry for her, although she did seem to be enjoying the beach quite a bit, as well as the attention... for now. She'd be disgusted by the time Gohan was done training.
"Master Roshi! When will my training begin?" The old man glanced back at the half saiyan, dismissively as if he wasn't worth two thoughts. "Err, oh it's you. Go fetch me that rock." Gohan obediently did as he was told, placing the small rock in Master Roshi's hand. The hermit fiddled with it for a moment, showing it to his student before he hurled it mightily into the distance. "Go find it. Hehehe." The old man said before returning his longing gaze on to the young woman. Gohan could barely believe what this deceptive old man had just done, yet he knew better than to argue with those training you.
Gohan began his trek through the forest slowly, wishing he had his gi on right now. These clothes kept snagging on every branch and rock that he came upon. He muttered softly to himself, mostly bad things about Master Roshi as he walked. He didn't pay much attention to the area around him with his sight, yet his ability to sense ki was alert. He hopped over a root, his eyes focused upon the path. Gohan's arm was moving nearly constantly to keep the branches out of the way as he continued forward. "Crazy old coot." He said to himself as he kept moving in hopes upon stumbling upon the rock.
Something began to tickle the back of his brain though. Almost as if something was amiss. Gohan couldn't manage to pinpoint it though... Then there it was swooping down on to his back and lifting him into the air. A giant pterodactyl had attacked him, hoping to have a quick and easy meal from a small human. Its eyes gleamed with an almost human intelligence as it surveyed its new catch. "Sorry fella, but I don't have time to play." He took a moment to examine its similarities to Icarus before casually blasting a hole through its stomach with his singular hand. He floated back down to the ground, moving to the area where he had been picked up, obvious from the gaping hole in the canopy where the animal had attacked from.
Gohan moved on, forgetting about Master Roshi's dastardly plans for Alexi. It was almost like when he had trained for Vegeta's approach as a young child. Although Piccolo had constantly been keeping him safe then... except when that T-rex attacked. That had been a fright, although he later had his revenge, slicing it up to sate his ferocious appetite. Those were the good days when the evil threats were obvious and his father was there to save the day. Gohan was ready this time, a leopard pouncing off of a tree limb at the young man. He spun, catching it in its mid-section with a powerful kick that more than likely shattered a few ribs. Hopefully it would be ok, unlike that pterodactyl.
Gohan took a few moments to retrieve the carcass of the dinosaur, starting a fire and cooking the dinosaur steak. He didn't cook it very long, nor did he delay in devouring nearly the entire thing. He let out a loud content burp before standing up. Quite a few cats had come to see what all of the delicious smell was about. A few of them had very large fangs, sabre-toothed tigers if he remembered correctly, while a few of them happened to be friends' of the leopard he had fended off earlier. Gohan began to casually walk through them, back on his quest when the first one attacked. It was a sabre-toothed tiger, which caught a swifted upper cut, breaking most of its teeth besides the larger two. He ducked under the next attack, a leopard leaping at him. He brought a knee into a second leopard before quickly hopping to his other foot and sending a second sabre-toothed tiger flying away with another kick. The last uninjured cat caught a ki blast that would ruin any thoughts of attacking Gohan.
The half saiyan managed to remain most undetected after that, keeping under the radar with skills he had learned from Piccolo. He was rather good at surviving in the wild, having been taught the hard way. He let out a heavy yawn, his mouth hanging open for a moment as he continued onwards. It was starting to get dark, although that didn't matter much. He would find this rock and he would return it to the senile hermit. He was thinking this to himself when he bumped into something. It wasn't a rock.... nor was it a tree. He poked it for a moment before its head lifted. It was a Tyrannosaurus Rex. It was almost like an old friend that had finally come to see him again.
"This will be child's play." Gohan said, prepared to avoid any attempt to injure him that the overgrown dinosaur made. He was not however ready when the second T-rex snapped him up from behind. The teeth tore through his clothes yet didn't manage to cut through his flesh. It didn't need to chew though, swallowing the Turtle Student whole. It stood there for a moment smug that it had managed to catch such a speedy little snack. It began to look for somewhere to rest next to its mate when it stopped and looked at its stomach. The dinosaur's eyes bulged, a roar escaping it. The roar wasn't the only thing to escape it though, as Gohan burst forth from the gut of the Tyrannosaurus. "MASENKO HA!" The last thing the other dinosaur ever saw was a large wave of yellow ki that blasted it apart.
Gohan managed to find the rock nearby, at the base of a cliff. He was already thoroughly annoyed by the time he reached Kame House with it. He stormed up to Master Roshi, dropping the rock in his hand before immediately proceeding to the bathroom. He began to wash... and wash... and wash. It took days before Gohan finally couldn't smell the stench of dinosaur blood and stomach acid upon himself, yet it took at least a week before the Turtle Hermit would even stay in the same room as him, not even Alexi would hold a conversation with him until he finally managed to get rid of the smell.
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Post by Future Gohan on Jun 7, 2011 4:36:50 GMT -6
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Post by Future Gohan on Jun 7, 2011 4:35:49 GMT -6
Gohan had decided it was time to pay old Master Roshi a visit, since this man had been the most powerful fighter on the planet for quite some time. He disguised himself though, wearing normal clothes and a hat that covered most of his face. The old hermit had mistaken him for Yamcha at first but he had given Roshi a different name. Hopefully he wouldn't recognize the name Shane, he had used the name of a kid he had met in school when he was younger. He had glanced in the mirror and he did look very similar to the once-bandit that became a Z Warrior. Gohan wondered if Roshi would harass the ex-bandit with the possibility of a random son somewhere off in the world. Hopefully not, he didn't want any more attention drawn to him than was already there.
The perverted Turtle Hermit always had a catch though. Roshi wanted a woman to keep him company while he had to train the new apprentice. Gohan had heard stories about the extents of his father's master's lechery yet it had never really struck close to home until now. Goku had never really caught on, being nearly completely oblivious to the opposite gender. Gohan wasn't much better though, considering most of his young life had focused upon studying and then the latter part of his life had gone to battle. He was as horrible at social situations as his father had been, although he had learned enough to feel the smarting embarrassment.
Gohan had reluctantly accepted, knowing that while Master Roshi was very rarely serious, he knew how to train the greatest martial artists in existence. Goku was a testament to that fact. He had flown into West City, the most densely populated of cities to attempt to find a woman that would accept the job of the turtle hermit's "maid." He didn't really know how to do this, having never dealt with women in all of his days. He first approached the places that had always seemed the most popular whenever he was missing out. That just so happened to have been when he was a teenager but hopefully it would still work now. He stopped as soon as he looked around there. Gohan figured it was best not to try to get teenage girls.
The young half saiyan posted wanted ads all over the area for a maid in an "exotic" location. Not many people had been to Kame House but it was actually quite beautiful there and it would definitely be an interesting experience for whoever went there. He had managed to acquire a phone here as well, although he wasn't really very adept with one. As a young child, Chi-Chi had been adamant about not letting Gohan play with any electronics when he could be studying and when he was with his father, there was no sort of electronic worth having. Training usually ended up breaking anything he had on him.
Gohan had to put on his thinking cap and do it quickly. He couldn't waste all of this time just finding a woman for an old pervert! He wracked his mind for things that Yamcha used to say after Bulma left him. Coffee shops had been a place that the ex-bandit had said had several beautiful women. That was the next stop. He waited there for a moment, feeling strange as he sat there, casting glances at women that he hoped wouldn't mind a job and would satisfy Master Roshi's tastes. He kept the hat low in front of his face, his cheeks burning a bright red color. He had never thought he would have to act like Yamcha while wearing clothes like Yamcha.
Gohan finally decides to make a move, focusing his gaze upon a woman with fair skin and black hair. He moves in, putting on his most charming smile, which was really just an attempt of mimicking the boys he had seen flirting with women. "What's your name?" He asked, holding what appeared to be a cup of coffee in his hand, although it was actually just hot chocolate. He ransacked his brain for an attempt on a line to break the ice. "Have you ever seen a Power Pole? They never stop extending." He said, too nervous to actually think of something so just spouting something he remembered from youth.
Gohan's world turned sideways as the woman sent him reeling with a slap. He wasn't quite sure what just happened. The half saiyan couldn't understand what was so offensive about a red bo staff that could extend to impossible lengths. He would have to ask Master Roshi about it later. He felt something vibrating in his pocket, slightly confused and dismayed by what had just happened. Gohan pulled out the phone that he had acquired, staring blankly at it for a moment. He opened it, "Hello, I'm calling about your ad, my name is Alexi and I'm calling about your ad." At the moment he could only see dragon balls and he began to count stars in his head. "Err... ok. I'll meet you at Capsule Corporation."
Gohan did meet a Alexi at Capsule Corporation, the young woman standing about a foot shorter than him and with a nice build. They talked for a moment, discussed terms. He was going to have to dish out her paycheck by himself, he knew it. But it was only until Master Roshi finished training him. He hoped that it proved to be worth it. Alexi "fell asleep" on the "plane" on the way to Kame House. He put her in the guest room, waiting for the Turtle Hermit to finish watching Aerobics before he would speak to him. "Ok, I got you a woman, although she thinks she's your maid. Don't go overboard with it. Is it a deal?" He asked, staring expectantly at Master Roshi.
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Post by Future Gohan on Jun 7, 2011 2:10:16 GMT -6
3 Capsule A's please
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Post by Future Gohan on Jun 7, 2011 1:53:16 GMT -6
Gohan growled in disappointment as his Masenko was deflected with ease. This brought him back to the times he had fought both this android and her brother, although he had access to a much higher power level was well as the ability to turn super saiyan back then. "I'm trying to kill this insane robot!" He shouted at Trunks in vain, already knowing that something strange had happened here and his once-parter wouldn't be swayed to his side. Eighteen would never be able to atone for her crimes, not as far as Gohan was concerned. He had watched her and her brother kill everyone that he had loved, except for Trunks and Bulma and he had even lost them now.
Gohan glanced at Trunks, an expression of profound disappointment could be seen upon it. He had placed his life in the hands of this boy and apparently he couldn't even remember it. Gohan felt as if he was standing in quicksand and everything was falling down around him. "The only mistake I've made today is not destroying you while you weren't looking." He spat, his tone full of spite, making it obvious that this wasn't a game. "I'm going to kill her or die trying Trunks. You can fight with me or you can stand to the side but either way I'm going to try and destroy this mechanical monster." It was rather foolish to look at Trunks yet he hadn't been expecting the woman to come down this quickly.
Android 18 hit him with punches and kicks, his own arm not moving quickly enough to block even half of them. They sent him for a loop with every blow, finally able to jump backwards and away from the furious woman. Gohan smirked, looking down at the bane of his existence. "Is that all you have, coward?" The smirk hung in the air for a second after he was gone, having used the Afterimage Technique to try to gain the drop on the blonde menace. He came in from her right, attempting to knee her directly in the stomach.
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Post by Future Gohan on Jun 6, 2011 23:26:49 GMT -6
"I wouldn't know about the battles in Other World. I'd had enough of that while I was alive. Never watched the tournaments or fought in them." Gohan could remember King Kai approaching him with the offer once, yet he didn't want to fight any more. He didn't want the incredible rage that came every time he went Super Saiyan. Pikkon sounded remarkably like Piccolo though, was it possible that both of them were dead in this reality as well as the one that he had come from? It was the most depressing thought that had forced its way into his head since he had arrived here, but he wouldn't let it bring him down. He had to be stronger to help the others.
"It's almost like everything is different. This isn't the planet that I remember." Gohan muttered in response to the Neylo's words. He couldn't really portray with words how it felt to be thrown into a world where all of his friends and his family were no longer dead. "I've got to be stronger. I have to be strong enough to prevent things like what happened when I was killed. I don't want anyone else to have to experience that." He nodded confidently to himself, hoping that he could manage to destroy the androids and anything else that would hope to threaten Earth.
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