A/N

Sup. I'm back at it again with a new story.

Thanks to Xman321 and dmoose18 for giving me the motivation for posting this story. You guys rock!

Anyway, on with the show!


(EDIT 25/06/2017) UPDATED

Hi guys, again. Sorry just a quick update. I've remastered the chapter considering it was pretty bad when I first uploaded it in comparison to the rest of the story. Better character interactions, and better descriptions of scenes. Hope you guys like it!


Chapter One: A Pyrrhic Victory

"Finally, it's over," the words escaped his mouth in the form of a fog.

The dark atmosphere around him settled rather ominously as the rain began to pour down around him. In a twist of fate, it was not they who had defeated him, but the other way around. They lay in pieces, broken beyond all repair and recognition. A dark scowl permeated his face as thunder circled all around him. The sound echoed off the broken city, stretching all around him.

His sea green eyes and golden blonde hair, soaked with the guilt of countless dead innocents. He hadn't managed to save a single soul in this desolate city. Buildings had crumbled, streets had been annihilated, and numerous stores lay in ruin. It was as if he were standing in the middle of Hell itself, surrounded by the flames of death, unable to extinguish them. The damage had already been done, but now, at least he could start to rebuild and make things better.

The Androids had finally been destroyed. The nightmare -for the most part- was over.

All the years of torment he had endured, ended in a single fight to the death. The eternal cycle of approaching these monsters, fighting and then escaping them by the skin of his teeth. He had finally managed to put an end to the cycle, but it had cost the planet a good majority of its population. Countless lay dead with little hope of resurrection. Killing the monsters responsible only brought moderate satisfaction, but the overwhelming sense of failure still infected every corner of his mind.

The state of the city reflected how he felt. Broken and worthless. He had failed to protect every single person in this city, and he knew there was no chance of bringing them back. The Earth would forever mourn this tragedy, and he would always remember it as his biggest trial. His father had left behind big shoes to fill, and it had taken far too long to grow into those shoes.

His hands clenched. His father would be disappointed; he couldn't save all these people. With the Earth Dragon Balls rendered useless, there was very little hope for bringing the people back to life. Just another reminder of his failures. Piccolo was dead, and that blame was placed upon himself. He couldn't find anyone else at fault for the death of his mentor. He had been angry and foolish. He thought he could fight the Androids on his own, but yet again, the Namekian warrior had sacrificed himself for a second time, to save his life.

Of course, there was always hope. The Namekian Dragon Balls were another option, but the androids had destroyed all the Briefs' work, so it would take several years for Bulma and her father to build a functioning ship capable of space travel. Even if that were to happen, the location of New Namek was unknown to them. It was not in the same place that the previous Namek was. Hope was there, but it was fleeting, almost like a pipe dream.

Gohan thought back to when his life had been abruptly turned upside down, ever since he had returned home from Namek. His life just seemed to be one fight after another. He just wanted rest, he wanted peace. He wanted the sun to shine brightly again and not have to worry about another city being destroyed. That finally seemed like it was becoming a reality, but he knew he couldn't stop training. He was the last one to defend the Earth after all, aside from Trunks.

Goku would never be revived. He had died naturally due to sickness, and the Dragon wouldn't be able to resurrect him. He could never rely on Vegeta if the Saiyan was ever revived, and the other humans wanted to live their own lives. While they would fight to protect the planet, he had to accept the reality that he had Saiyan blood, and the power that it gave him would give him the advantage over his human friends.

He had been nine when this all started, now seven years later he had ended it. He was the one person who could stand up for the people of this planet and defend them from evil, but even that had taken it's toll on him. Even now the sense of failure ate away at his conscious. Some protector he was… always arriving too late to stop the genocide.

During his fight with those two blood-thirsty Androids, he had turned the tide of the battle when he had accessed the full capabilities of his mastered Super Saiyan state. He had caught them by surprise, and with the massive power increase and energy control and had managed to push the battle to his favor, and utterly decimate the Androids. They hadn't been aware, but their arrogance and brutal nature had been the cause of their untimely demise.

He had trained for years to better himself, to perfect himself into a warrior. Not the warrior he wanted to be, but the warrior he had to be for the planet. He had to be strong, and he had to stand tall because he was the only light that the people of Earth had left.

Their last hope.

With the power of the Legendary Super Saiyan still circling around his body, he took off into the thunderous sky, his mission not yet finished. He flew to a familiar place in the Northern Mountains and touched down just outside a cave that had an eerie feel about it, but he ignored it. His mind was focused and sharpened to dangerous degrees. Android Seventeen and Eighteen wouldn't be the last of the horrors he would face. Bulma had informed him of the psychopathic nature of Dr. Gero.

He had arrived at Gero's lab, the same place that gave birth to the destructive and murderous duo. Those two were created here, and he could feel his blood start to boil as he passed several pods with different numbers on them. Android Seventeen and Android Eighteen were unmistakably the most powerful androids here by a long shot as they seemed to be the latest in the series.

He did see the pod labeled 'nineteen', but it seemed that the Android that occupied the pod was broken and missing parts.

The other pods still had Androids inside of them, but they either looked unfinished, or dormant. They were fast asleep, and harmless. Still, to Gohan an Android was a threat, but he wouldn't waste his power destroying them all one by one. He couldn't risk waking them up like that. Any spark of energy could cause a programme to set off a chain reaction. Gero was crafty, and no doubt he had multiple countermeasures set up if someone were to find his lab unattended.

Seventeen and Eighteen had the most work put into them as seen by the blue prints, and had future designs for something else that Gohan didn't bother considering. It was unimportant, seeing as he would be wiping this place off the map once he was finished here. There would be no remains, only dust and smoke. He would make sure of it.

After making his way through various doors, he found the primary source of the madness that had tormented the world for seven long years.

The master computer. How did he know of this? The Androids constantly taunted and talked about how they had destroyed their creator, Dr. Gero, but, they had also mentioned the source of Dr Gero's mad schemes. A Machine that programmed them, and guided them to do the one thing that Gohan was risking his life to prevent.

Total annihilation of humanity, as well as a mad compulsion to kill his father Goku.

But he had already passed on, so they moved on and decided to occupy themselves by destroying and hunting humanity down to the very last man. It was simply a game to them, and a nightmarish Hell for him.

They had been well on their way to achieving their goal, but thankfully he had managed to end them before they had brought mass extinction to humanity, but even after their death, it wasn't over. The source was still alive. Still toiling away, creating more nightmares, no doubt. It was a risk he wasn't willing to gamble with. Everything in this place had to die.

He would make sure that by destroying the Master Computer, that in effect, would destroy everything in this wretched place. It was the mastermind running everything after all. Gero had only been the caretaker.

The Master Computer had stored all Dr Gero's work, code, schematics and orders inside of it. He raised his hands, thinking back on all the horror he had experienced. The deaths of all his friends. Now it was only his mother and grandfather, Bulma and her little growing boy Trunks. He couldn't allow Trunks to experience all of this as he got older. The boy was fresh and willing to learn. There was no way Gohan was going to let Trunks go through the same horrifying childhood he had to experience.

With this, he was making a brighter future for all of them. He was freeing them from this terrifying cycle of genocide. It wasn't just the Androids, he had to cut out the cancer that created them, he had to destroy the source of the madness behind it all.

The Master computer had Gero's intentions and it was still working hard to produce something. He had to stop it, he couldn't let this nightmare continue. He would do what his father should have done to the Red Ribbon Army all those years ago, and because of his inaction, it gave birth to that hatred-filled scientist. It always seemed to come back around to Goku.

Gohan could never hate his father, the man was a hero after all, a hero that treasured the lives of many. The elder Saiyan loved to fight, and relished in every challenge that was thrown his way. He never shied away because of fear, or backed down because of overwhelming odds. No, the man would stand tall and face the fear, demanding to fight on even ground with it, and by the end, he would offer it mercy.

How could such a man be so strong, but fall to mere illness?

It seemed even the strongest heroes fall to the smallest of things.

The half-Saiyan raised his hand towards the Master computer, his eyes void of any mercy. The concept of 'mercy' had been lost on him a long time ago. With a powered shot, he charged up a blast in his hand, watching the golden attack in his hand grow brighter and larger as the surroundings of the darkened cave lit up. He fired, and the machine swallowed the blast like a hungry child.

For a moment, there was silence as the machine shut down, all lights flickering offline and dying. Gohan turned around to leave, satisfied. As he powered up to fly out of the lab, the machine thundered to life and suddenly exploded. All the surroundings were swallowed by a blinding white light. The blast had come from inside the Master computer, a last resort countermeasure.

Gohan wasn't fast enough, turning around only to find himself blinded, and engulfed by the blinding light. When the light finally died down, the entire mountain side was a smoking crater, and the world's strongest fighter, was missing as a final result. Silence dawned upon Earth, as if to mourn the sudden loss of the pure hearted half-Saiyan.

The Earth… had been saved.


He was suspended in mid-air, floating. His clothes ravaged beyond recognition, and looking like he had been through a violent and destructive battle. From his point of view, he had just fought the androids and destroyed their point of origin. He had saved his world from the fire that continued to swallow up more of its innocent people.

The space around him was black, like he was in space. He wasn't conscious, that much was clearly obvious. He was stuck in his mind, suspended in a state of unrest and comatose. After a few moments of channeling his energy, Gohan knew he couldn't wake himself up forcibly. Unfortunately, it seemed he was going to be stuck like this until he managed to find a way out or something forcibly pulled him out.

As he floated in what seemed to be the end of the universe itself, Gohan tried to measure the time as it passed. Everytime he blinked, he could see something new, as if time was passing at the speed of light. All he could do was watch helplessly as the scenery around him shifted and changed, denying him the idea of escape.

Shortly, he could hear whispers pass by, as if someone were talking behind him. He tried to turn, but found that he had no control over his body. He wanted to turn his head, to see who was talking, and where these strange voices were coming from, but sadly, he was stuck listening to these disembodied sounds.

It was like he was floating in a void where his sub-conscious could hear the outside world, but it could only grasp brief parts of what was going on. Something was happening to his body, and he could barely piece together the words he was hearing. These voices ranged from panicked to angry, to confused… he just couldn't tell what they were talking about.

"…Rose… vanished… blinding light… destruction," each word came from a different voice. It was like a puzzle but all the pieces were missing except for these few words that made up very small pieces. He couldn't understand. Was he still on Earth? Was the Android threat truly over? What was that light that seemed to place him here?

Was he dead? No, the afterlife was much different from what his father described to him. Other-world was another dimension, another plane of existence all together, but then, why was he in his mind, trapped in his subconscious? What kind of countermeasure had Gero placed inside his master computer? What could he had have done? Nothing he was hearing was making any kind of sense!

"Salem… Thirteen… last hope… boy… understanding… power…" once again, all these words came from different people, and from just a feeling, it felt like they were placed out of order and said in different time frames. Displaced and trapped in a void where the passage of time passed him by like driftwood in an ocean. He could do nothing but wait and listen. The last few voices sounded like they were referring to him.

"Not Human… Faunas…? Something else… Alien," the voices became more distorted as they came and went. Gohan was having trouble processing them, but he knew that these words had to be referring to him. He could feel a burning sensation, like something was crawling up his spine and into his head. Questions burned and itched at his consciousness. What was a Faunas? Who was talking? What exactly was happening to him? Were these voices responsible for trapping him inside of his mind?

"Green vest… dangerous… In hiding." These voices just kept getting stranger. Gohan couldn't make sense of the words as pain started to cripple his mind. He tried to struggle and fight, but whatever was restricting his movement was slowly killing him. He wanted to cry out in agony, but even that was proving to be too difficult. Floating in a void, unable to express pain was maddening. Fortunately, the amount of pain he was feeling grew, and he felt his body return to his control.

He channeled his power, and the metaphysical cage began to collapse around him.

Opening his mouth, he screamed.


His eyes snapped open as his power exploded around him. His screams reverberated in the prison he suddenly found himself in. His lungs roared at him for relief, but his power just continued to lash out around him. His hair shifted to gold as he threw his arms out to the side. A bright golden light emitted from the box before it promptly exploded.

A shock wave ripped through the darkness as metal and various other materials were blown away. The ground below where the box had been placed had been erased from existence. The golden light pierced the darkness, lighting up the entire area for him to see. His body felt weak and frail, but he continued to push until the pain was gone. His head felt like it was about to burst.

He pushed his Super Saiyan form to its absolute maximum, waiting until his body gave out. The resounding effects of the transformation had the surrounding pillars shaking and cracking under the force. His power suddenly hit that familiar wall, and he reverted back to his base form abruptly. When he dropped out of his transformed state, the shaking subsided and he fell to his knees. His body was cold and his muscles were burning. It was as if he hadn't used them in years. He felt sick and malnourished.

The feeling only got worse as the darkness crept back into the vault-like area he now found himself occupying. He could see nothing, as the dark covered his vision completely.

He could feel the stone-cold floor, his hot breath heating the floor in front of his face. Gohan slowly but surely pushed himself to his feet. It was pitch black, aside from a few blue lights in the distance, he stood up and lit a light of energy in his hand. The bright yellow orb lit up the area around him. Now that his eyes had adjusted, and he had taken a few moments to steady himself, he was now able to properly control his energy.

He was clearly underground. The large pillars that towered around him extended straight up into the roof. As he continuously stumbled around in the dark, he turned to see another machine housing another person in the distance. He focused his energy, and to his shock, he found that her energy was fluctuating on the very precipice of death. This person seemed to be occupying a similar box he had been in.

He walked over and placed a hand on her pod. She was in a deep slumber. She had scars all over her face, like someone had taken a sharp blade and carved her face in. The extent of her injuries made his stomach turn violently. Her energy was trying to replenish itself but it was hitting a wall. It was like her soul had been ripped out of her body, but only half way…

"Who would do this to a person?" his voice was soft and filled with sorrow. As he continued to examine the girl, an unfamiliar energy signature flared behind him. Out of instinct, Gohan turned and fired a blast, old habits kicking on. The yellow blast was deflected, spiraling off and hitting one of the pillars. It took a big chuck out of the solid cement but remained stable.

Gohan looked at the person before him. The man stood there, silver hair, black suit with gold buttons, a green scarf and a walking stick. He looked at Gohan, interested and rather shocked. He walked forward in a non-threatening manner, but Gohan kept his guard up. Anyone that could deflect a blast like that had power they were hiding, and he didn't trust anyone with power like that. There wasn't anyone on Earth aside from Androids that could perform such a feat.

"I see you have finally decided to wake up," the man commented impassively. Gohan looked at the man wearily. He didn't seem threatening, and plus there was no intention to harm him here. He had gotten rather exceptional at searching people's feelings. It had been something his father had displayed when he had returned from Yardrat. Reading someone's energy signature and using it as a front for their emotions was quite difficult, but he had learned how to progressively over time.

"Who are you?" Gohan asked. Ozpin gazed at the boy, a look of wisdom and care crossing his face. Gohan could tell that this man was intelligent, and by sensing him now that he was standing in front of him, his power was a whole different story. The man was strong, he could not doubt that. Definitely not as strong as the Androids, but certainly exceeding that of any normal human by an unfathomable margin.

"Professor Ozpin," the man started with a small smile. "You may call me Ozpin, if you so desire."

Coming across people with a power level so high nowadays for Gohan was like coming across a basket of candy in the middle of nowhere. It was absurd and no one would think it would exist. He had only managed to survive so long because he had hidden away with Trunks and Bulma and trained silently. Well, that was until he learned of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber that is.

"It's been a long time since I put you in that stasis pod to keep your well-being preserved. I was beginning to lose hope that you would ever wake up," the professor stated. The half-Saiyan's eyebrows raised at the remark as he slowly turned his head to the destroyed, smoking pile of rubble that once held his body. He felt rather bad for destroying it now. Technology like that was hard to come by these days.

"How long was I asleep?" Gohan asked fearing the answer to the question. Ozpin straightened his suit before answering the question that was probably going to change the young man's life a great deal.

"Thirteen years, and a few months give or take," Ozpin replied causally. Gohan's body froze as the information slowly started to sink in. "A team under my tutelage found you in the middle of a forest filled with Grimm. They told me you had a very strange Aura when they found you, an extremely powerful one at that and decided to bring you to me instead of a regular hospital," Ozpin replied with a hint of deception in his tone. It wasn't missed by Gohan.

Gohan felt truth behind his words, but the old man seemed to be hiding information from him… why? He pushed those thoughts aside, there was something else plaguing his mind now.

"Thirteen years?!" Gohan's mind was racing at speeds rivaling light. Trunks would be a young man by now, probably just turned twenty while he was still sixteen! Well, he still looked sixteen, physically that is. The thought that Trunks and Bulma were still alive seemed very likely considering all the energy signatures he was sensing from the ground above where he was, there were thousands of people just going about their business.

"I can tell you're not taking this quite well. Shall we discuss things further in my office? It is quite dark and ominous down here. I'd prefer to discuss things in a more pleasant setting," the headmaster suggested. Gohan nodded quite numbly as he followed the man silently. They made their way to the end of the room, entering an elevator. The man pressed a few buttons and the lift thundered to life.

Ozpin and Gohan took the lift into the office where he worked. The half-Saiyan briefly looked out the windows and out over a thriving city. If there was one thing he knew now, it was that this place did not look familiar at all, and he was accustomed to the locations on Earth. The air felt different, and the thousands of energy signatures he was feeling had a strange edge to them. They didn't feel like normal humans.

Even Thirteen years later there would still be signs of destruction from the androids, and there was none of that. So, he couldn't exactly understand just where he was. All this energy he was sensing; all these strong presences were enough to tell him that there were a lot of capable fighters around his location right now. He could have used that power when he was going up against the Androids. They could have been supporting him.

Perhaps not fighting them head on, but certainly provide distractions and keep the Androids from focusing solely on him. Well, it didn't quite matter anymore, he had destroyed them without any remorse, in fact he took pleasure in watching them both scream as they were vaporized by his attacks in the end. It worried him, he felt a bit like Vegeta when he thought like that. The last thing he ever wanted to do was turn into that man. Too much anger, so much desire for more power. Gohan couldn't understand it at all.

"This is the Kingdom of Vale. There are four Kingdoms over the continent. Atlas, Mistral, Vacuo and Vale. All Kingdom's have been built to keep out the Grimm, and have done so for many, many years," Ozpin explained. Gohan looked at the old professor out of the corner of his eye. Something didn't seem right here, and a sneaking suspicion was starting to become more clear inside of his head.

"How… many years exactly?" Gohan asked hesitantly. Ozpin sat down with his hot chocolate and took a sip before putting it down on the desk and looking at Gohan intently. The man studied the teenager's features carefully. Gohan suddenly felt anxious under Ozpin's careful, and intrigued gaze.

"Longer than I can remember for sure," Ozpin retorted. Gohan closed his eyes and turned back to the window he was gazing out of. The answer was clear to him now, almost as clear as day. He didn't know how it happened, or why it happened, but the moment he destroyed Gero's Master Computer something had happened, and it had landed him on a different planet.

Gohan couldn't find any sense it in. It made him angry. How was he supposed to get home now?

"Forgive my rudeness, I am the Headmaster of this Academy designed to train Huntsman and Huntresses, to protect the ever-dwindling population of our world," Ozpin elaborated. Gohan continued to look out over the city of Vale. Down in the courtyard there were kids his age, laughing and having a good time. A tinge of jealousy forced itself into his mind.

Some had distinctive animal features about them, and some where just human. He could tell them apart from the unique and different energy signatures he would sense from either specie. Just how the people of Namek felt different to humans, and how the Saiyans felt different from the others. The different species felt distinctively separated, but shared a lot of similarities.

"Protect them from what? Androids?" Gohan asked. Ozpin merely narrowed his eyes.

"...No. The Grimm."

"What are 'The Grimm'?" the half-Saiyan replied. Ozpin merely motioned towards the sky, just outside his window. In the distance, just over the ridge of a nearby mountain, a giant black bird appeared. Gohan's eyes widened dramatically as the bird tore through the skies towards the city. There was a resounding boom, and the creature burst into black smoke. "What happened?" he asked incredulously.

"The Kingdom's defences, doing what they were designed to do," Ozpin took another sip of his hot chocolate. "The Grimm are creatures of darkness, born to hunt humanity to extinction," he explained. Gohan could only shake his head. There was no doubt about it now. Either he was on a different world, or Earth had seriously done some changes over thirteen years, and he knew that it took much longer than that for changes to take place.

"None of this is what I remember," Gohan turned to face the headmaster, a look of concern on the teens face. "Forgive me if you don't believe me Sir, but I don't believe I am on the same planet as before," he finished. That certainly peaked Ozpin's interest as the man leaned back in his chair with his fingertips pressed together.

Now this interested him greatly. He would have never ruled out the possibility of the boy being from another planet. For thirteen years he had studied this boy, and he had learned a lot of things. Some of them ground breaking, and others…

Disturbing.

"Yes, I had figured as much. You possess a strange Aura unlike any I have ever seen before. So raw and potent. While I didn't conclude that you were of extraterrestrial origin, I would have assumed you were something much more than an average human being," Ozpin commented with a curious glint in his eyes. Gohan could only nod carefully in response. He didn't want to give too much away. The Saiyan's didn't exactly have the best reputation.

He'd keep the fact that he was only half-human to himself for now. If he was on a different planet, he didn't need people breathing down his neck about being related to a race responsible for mass genocide. Then again, the people of Remnant might not know that, but it was better safe than sorry.

"I'm not sure how I ended up here," Gohan started to explain. Ozpin observed Gohan with an impassive, unreadable face. Gohan couldn't guess what the man was thinking, and there was a mysterious air to the headmaster that was really off-putting. The way the silver haired professor looked at him, really unnerved him. It was as if the man knew something he didn't, and that bothered the son of Goku to no end.

"You look like you are dressed to battle something," Ozpin commented, glancing at the boy's state of dress. Gohan was still wearing his shoddy clothes from his battle with the androids. A smaller, tattered and slightly ripped version of his father's GI. He had received some other ones from Master Roshi, but he felt more comfortable in his fathers than he did in those.

He liked to wear his father's old fighting clothes, because he felt like his father was watching over him somehow. It sounded silly, but he rather enjoyed the idea that his father was watching over him, constantly guiding him and protecting him from Otherworld. It gave him a sense of peace whenever he wore his Gi, as if the man's spirit and will was giving him strength.

Strangely, his clothes seemed to be in worse shape than before…

"I was," Gohan retorted, his thoughts drifting back to the battle with Androids Seventeen and Eighteen. "When you're locked in a desperate battle for the safety of humanity, you need every advantage, you don't want to restrict yourself by wearing something heavy. I couldn't risk being at a disadvantage. Besides, it's not like wearing armor would do any good against the monsters I was fighting," he explained. Ozpin raised an eyebrow at the boy's recollection of his battle.

Strange thing was, he didn't look the least bit surprised. He looked more curious than anything.

"Was nobody able to stop them?" The older man asked. Gohan shook his head. Vegeta and the rest of the Z-Fighters had been unprepared, him included. They hadn't see it coming. How could they? They were slaughtered one by one, until it was only him left. It all happened so quickly. Hope had dwindled in just a few short days. Gohan hadn't felt that kind of hopelessness since they had fought against Freeza. No matter what they would throw at the Emperor of the Galaxy, he would just shrug it off.

The Androids were just a pair of blood-thirsty murderers with too much power.

Freeza was fear incarnate.

"The people of my world described them as a pair of vengeful gods looking to cleanse us of sin. A lot of people thought that, but they didn't know. They couldn't possibly know what those two murderers were like. Those who found out died shortly after. They were just a couple of hateful machines out to make a game out of murder," Gohan spat with venom lacing every word. Ozpin didn't react, soaking in every piece of information that Gohan shared with him. He didn't show a single sign of disbelief.

From the headmaster's perspective, the kid in front of him, no older than a first-year student had put an end to a nightmare that would have had Remnant in flames. Ozpin could tell just by the look in his eyes that he was a seasoned warrior, someone who fought for his life every single day. Someone who was forced to shoulder a burden at an age where no one should be responsible for something so important.

But yet here he was, standing right in front of him. Living proof that maybe heroes were born amidst an ocean of innocent blood.

"The fate of your world rested within your hands, and you managed to cleanse it before finding yourself here in Remnant?" Ozpin concluded. It was basically a summarization of everything he had said in their conversation. Gohan found it hard to believe that the man had sat there and not once, had he interrupted to voice his disbelief. He merely accepted every word that he had said without complaint.

It bothered Gohan that this man was so accepting.

"Yeah, that's it," Gohan sighed as his eyes drifted over towards the horizon, watching a sun setting that he knew wasn't his own. "I would like to find a way back if possible. I still have family there, but considering I've been gone for thirteen years I wouldn't count on them thinking I'm still alive. I'm betting they probably think I destroyed myself and took the Androids and their nightmare with me to the afterlife," Gohan voiced depressively. Ozpin frowned, an overwhelming sadness overshadowing him.

"What will you do now?" the headmaster asked the young man. Gohan sighed and shrugged. The weight of those words dawned on him. If he really was on another planet, then there was really nothing he could do to get home, unless this world was capable of space travel.

"Is there technology on this world capable of space travel?"

"No," Ozpin replied gravely. Gohan felt his hopes of returning home sink. After a few moments he moved back over towards Ozpin's desk and sat down on the guest chair, mirroring the headmaster. The half-Saiyan ran a hand through his slick black hair. He was exhausted, despite being in a coma for thirteen years.

"I guess I'll try and find another way home. If I can't find one then I guess I'll live the way I've always wanted to. I've been fighting for as long as I can remember. I've had enough, I just want peace now… my war is finally over," Gohan exhaled, as if a large weight had finally been lifted off his shoulders. Ozpin nodded slowly, accepting the truth of the boy's words. He could not deny or convince the boy otherwise, he didn't have the heart to do so.

"If you need, I can provide you with work here at Beacon," Ozpin started. Gohan's eyes widened slightly at the suddenness of the proposition. "We are in need of a Librarian. The last one retired recently. I can pay you for your work, and I can provide you with onsite accommodation," the elder man continued. Gohan couldn't tell if the man was serious or not. How could this man just suddenly up and offer him a job like that after everything he had just told him?

"Are… you serious?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

Gohan couldn't answer that question honestly even if he tried. Nothing about this man so far had made any sort of sense. He hadn't reacted in the way Gohan had thought he would, and so far he had seemed rather indifferent to just about everything he had said, and now he was offering him a job? This entire situation screamed shady, but he wasn't sure if he was in a position to refuse such a kind offer.

"Of course, you have been through a lot," Ozpin continued. "I have no right to ask anything of you after what you have been through. If you need anything, don't be afraid to ask, that is, if you accept the offer after all," the man stated in a serious tone. Gohan waited a few moments, thinking on the prospect of living here in this… what seemed to be a school. He was going to be the school's librarian, have his accommodation provided for, and earn a salary?

And only an hour or two after waking up from a coma!

"Are you sure you want me to be the Librarian?" Gohan asked seriously, a worried, yet suspicious look in his eyes. Ozpin thought for a moment, taking another sip of his hot chocolate. He placed his mug down on the desk and gave the boy an amused smile.

"Well, there is a janitor spot open if you'd like-"

"No- no!" Gohan blurted out suddenly, causing the man's smirk to widen. "Librarian is fine!"

"Excellent. Give me a few moments to sort out the paperwork and I'll show you to your quarters."

Gohan exhaled in relief. The last thing he wanted to be doing was cleaning toilets and wiping up messes in a school cafeteria. He had always liked reading, so a librarian job sounded perfect for him, especially at his age. He could use the normalcy of this job to give him a break from the constant fighting he had been enduring for as long as he could remember.

Maybe a normal life was exactly what he needed?


A/N

You guys still with me? Yes? Neat.

Okay, some things I might need to clear up before things get messy.

What Gohan has done is he has achieved what is known as a Super Saiyan Grade 4. MasekoX has a great explanation on the different levels of Super Saiyan before they were shortened to 1, 2 and 3 and blue and green, and rose and ... I'm just going to stop right there. *sigh*

Before there was a Super Saiyan 2 there were Super Saiyan grades. Ultra Super Saiyan is known as grade 2 and 3 I think, and a Grade 4 is a fully mastered Super Saiyan. Gohan was able to fully master the Super Saiyan during his final bout with the Androids, allowing him to fully control his power and gain a small boost in power, enough to overcome the Androids.

Super Saiyan 2, when the Cell Games first debuted was known as Super Saiyan Rage or Super Saiyan Grade 5. This Gohan is nowhere close to achieving that form just yet. That will be, kind of the climax of the story, so that ain't happening for some time.

As for power scaling and how strong Gohan is currently. He is nowhere close to his counterpart during the Cell Games Arc, so a bench mark would be... Gohan is a bit weaker than Vegeta when he went up against Semi-Perfect Cell. That should give everyone a clear indication of how strong he is.

As for pairings. It's like I said. I suck at writing them, so unless you guys yell at me enough to make one, then I am probably going to avoid having them. Flirting might still happen, but I'm going to focus more on other aspects of the story, seeing as romance isn't a driving force in this story.

Until next time lads, I'll see you in about a week. Maybe less if I can get round to editing the next chapter. Sucks not having a beta T_T

Anybody else think that not much has happened in Volume 4 so far? I feel like Volume 4 has been full of... well... exposition and Qrow giving us backstory on everything. I feel like volume three had more...

girth.

I'll just see myself out.