Smoke And Mirrors

Chapter 6: I'll Make You Proud Dad

By raicho

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As Gohan rounded the corner of yet another corridor he came face-to-face with a doorway. Only this doorway was minus the doors. In the room beyond it was pure carnage; debris was scattered, sparks flew from damaged circuitry in the walls and bodies were strewn across the floor.

Movement across the room immediately caught his eye, and recognition instantly appeared on his face as he saw a man that he remembered quite clearly. The Riverside student who attacked him during his open day at Orange Star High was furiously disconnecting cables from a device on a pedestal.

Ripping away the final vestiges of wiring connected to the device, smug triumph appeared on the hardened teenagers face as he shouted over his shoulder.

"Kiyonari! I've got it!"

This was when Gohan's attention snapped to a man standing on the other side of the room. Without his senses to guide him Gohan quickly sized up the man, presumably Kiyonari, and didn't like what he saw. He was tall, broad shouldered and had sharp features framed by short hair which gave him a somewhat thuggish look.

On closer inspection though, the man seemed far less thug-like than Gohan initially assumed. Taking in his facial features in more detail, Gohan instantly saw the cold and calculating face of a hardened fighter. His face showed no emotion what-so-ever, but his eyes told a very different story. Beneath them he could easily see the power and arrogance that came from a man who had exerted a great deal of force over others.

Gohan's eyes widened as a ball of light appeared in the man's hand, and it was only then the young saiyajin realised what the focus of his attention was. Slumped over on her knees before him was Videl. She clutched at her body in obvious pain, her teeth were clenched and she was breathing in short, shallow breaths.

"Sweet dreams Videl."

The words echoed throughout the room and rang through Gohan's ears as the beam of energy in Kiyonari's hands intensified and unleashed itself onto Videl, her scream resounding off of the walls.

Instinct took over for Gohan as he let loose a scream of his own, only this one more guttural and filled with a righteous fury. Thoughts of all the innocents he had seen suffer at the hands of evil flooded his mind, and as an aura exploded from around his body, his hair shot upright and the untameable black locks snapped into an almost unreal gold.

Kiyonari's gaze bolted straight to the doorway only to make out a golden blur as it seemingly disappeared in front of his very eyes. Opening his mouth to call Craig, the man didn't even get the chance to produce a sound as a force unlike anything he had ever felt slammed into him, hurtling him across the room and through a number of walls into a wing on the far side of the building.

Craig had been about to blast his way out the building when a horrific scream and the sound of exploding concrete caused him to whirl around and lock eyes on a fearful sight. Turquoise and gold burned into his vision as a sense of foreboding quickly took hold.

Gohan didn't have time to consider the expression on his face as he built up energy in the palm of his hand. Preparing to hurl the attack at the man shrinking into the corner before him, the furious super saiyajin was cut short as a groan brought his attention to the needs of the woman he had rescued.

Instantly crouching down beside her, Craig was forgotten, and the man quickly made his escape through the hole in the wall, made moments ago by the forceful exit by his superior.

Videl looked as though she were on the brink of death as she squinted upwards in pain at her saviour. A distorted face could be made out, surrounded by a glowing halo of golden hair. Attempting to lift her arm to touch the apparition before her, she merely managed to lift it inches off of the floor. Straining her throat, she forced her vocal chords to emit some kind of sound.

"Go... gold..."

Letting go of a shallow breath, Videl's hand dropped to the floor along with her head as she fell into unconsciousness.

Gohan's eyes widened as she fell, "Videl!"

Instantly putting his ear down to her face, he was relieved to still hear and feel shallow breathing coming from the young heroine. Placing his hand on her chest he suddenly stopped before doing what once would have come naturally to him.

"Can I transfer some of my energy to her...? It could be dangerous, there's no way to be certain how much I'm giving her without being able to sense the life force coming from the both of us..."

Hesitation lingering in his mind, another look at the broken and beaten Videl gave him all the resolve he needed. He might not be able to sense life force, but it was painfully obvious that Videl was on the brink and needed help; it was worth the risk.

Slowly pushing out energy through his hand and increasing it as gradually as he possibly could, a unified glow slowly came over the two of them. Gohan's relief grew as her breathing steadied and became deeper. He was no Dende, but this would at least buy Videl some much needed time.

Before the young demi-saiyajin could decide on his next course of action, the sounds of boots hitting the floor hard echoed through the corridors and moments later Gohan found himself surrounded by a platoon of security guards, all of whom were pointing extremely menacing looking weaponry at him.

Taking one last look down at Videl on the floor and reassuring himself that she was out of immediate danger, Gohan gave a slight wave of his hand to the security forces surrounding him before phasing out of the room and out of sight.

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The CEO of Capsule Corps slammed the receiver down on the phone before doing an about turn and storming through the corridors of her home. Punching a code into the panel by the side of a high-security door which subsequently opened. Stepping into her personal lab the woman quickly started rummaging through her collection of capsules.

She was startled from her thoughts and jumped in shock as a hand tapped her on the shoulder. Turning she came face-to-face with the eldest son of her childhood friend.

"Hi Bulma."

Irritation rapidly replaced the shocked look on her face as she quickly turned back to the capsules before her.

"Sorry Gohan, but I can't talk now. Somebody has just broken into our research lab in Satan City."

"I know."

Not even listening to the teenager, Bulma continued rummaging through the capsules.

"Go make a sandwich or something. I can't believe those imbeciles let someone break in. How can so many guards, who I might add get paid a lot of money, let some stupid kids break into MY lab. I tell you Gohan, some heads are going to roll."

"Bulma, I know..."

The scientist grew frustrated as she continued throwing capsules around left, right and center. "Where on earth did I put that stupid hover car, I know it's in here somewhere..."

Not getting through to the woman, Gohan raised his voice a little higher, "Bulma!"

"WHAT!" the blue haired woman snapped back, extremely flustered.

Shrinking back slightly at her tone, the young saiyajin instantly smiled meekly at the glare she was sending his way.

"I said I know. I was at your lab during the break-in."

Her face faltering, Bulma stepped towards the fearful Son with a questioning look on her face.

"What do you mean you were there? What happened? What did they take? Why didn't you stop them?"

Shrinking back further from the tirade launched at him, Gohan motioned for her to sit on a lab stool, "Take a seat for this one Bulma and I'll try to explain what happened. But in all honesty I'm still having trouble understanding it all myself..."

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"You may have been successful in your job Kiyonari, but don't go thinking that victory can make up for a distinct lack of style."

The owner of the voice was apparently amused, and brushed a dark strand of hair out of his eyes whilst looking over the positronic device now resting in his hands. Tossing it into the air and catching it again as though it were nothing but a baseball, the boss' steely eyes locked onto the two fighters before him.

Kiyonari, the first boy he'd taken under his wing was stooped over on one side, pain etched across his face and dust covered his clothing. Beside him stood that newer boy; although covered in cuts and bruises he was surprised to see that he was in much better condition. Craig was usually the one who screwed things up, so he could only imagine that once again the blame would be pointed squarely in his direction. A smirk made its way onto his face as he watched the teenager visibly shake a little under his gaze.

"I'm guessing the dust and stupor isn't some kind of fashion statement Kiyonari, so do tell, what happened?"

Thoughts raced through Kiyonari's mind as he looked up at the boss before him. He was in two minds about what to say, he had his suspicions about what had happened and if he was right the boss was not going to be happy.

The boss was a notoriously stoic individual, his trademark smirk often seen as a mask covering the cold, heartless man beneath. Kiyonari knew all too well though that his icy persona was in fact yet another layer, one that covered a unrivalled hatred and thirst for vengeance beyond anything he'd ever be able to comprehend himself.

"I don't need to face that kind of wrath right now... he can find out another day."

His answer determined Kiyonari pulled himself up to look into the eyes of his superior, "It wa-"

"A Z-fighter!" Craig blurted out.

The boss' eye immediately twitched, whilst Kiyonari looked on his subordinate in horror at the untimely revelation.

"We don't know that Craig, so why don't you keep your mouth shut!"

Craig began to counter, "But what els-"

"SILENCE!" the usually refrained man before them erupted. His eyes angrily gazed into nothing, lost in the thoughts of distant memories and the potential future now looming ahead.

Refocusing his mind on the here and now, his eyes turned back to his subordinate, who had a reservedly nervous look adding to his dusty and hunched over appearance.

"Don't toy with me Kiyonari, I want to know exactly what happened, and it had better be good…"

Gulping, Kiyonari looked into the fierce, calculating eyes piercing right into his own, and raised himself upright as best as he could, breathing deeply before beginning.

"It… may have been a golden fighter… After I finished Satan a yellow blur of energy erupted behind us. I was quickly knocked out of the room, but before he could engage Craig his attention was distracted by Videl. During that moment we made our escape." Gulping he quickly added, "The mission was not compromised."

The boss thought over the brief report not once averting his sight from the worried man before him. "There are only four possibilities… two are no longer here, and one would not be distracted by such pitiful humans. That leaves only the kid… this could still be manageable."

Kiyonari and Craig let out a silent sigh of relief as their leader unclenched his fists and gradually relaxed his tightened shoulders. Flicking the hair out of his eyes, he turned and walked away, nonchalantly waving a hand over his shoulder to dismiss them.

"Increase the training regime. I want every fighter in the chamber each and every day from now onwards."

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"You're just going to have to follow them everywhere they go." the scientist concluded, cupping her chin in thought.

Blinking, Gohan stared at the stern figure before him. "But Bulma, I'm trying to go to school incognito, I can't be following them around everywhere, they might find out my secrets…"

Bulma stared at the sorry looking teen sat opposite her with a puzzled and slightly irritated look. "Why would that matter Gohan? It seems like your classmates have some secrets of their own, this is the perfect opportunity for you to be yourself!"

Gohan sighed and lowered his gaze, "I know Bulma, and part of me wants to help them. But not only would mum kill me, I was really hoping I forget could forget my past for once and be… you know, an ordinary kid for a change."

Motherly instincts caused Bulma to ease up on the demi-saiyajin as she looked into the onyx eyes that seemed to be simultaneously pleading, hopeful and guilt-ridden. She couldn't blame the boy for wanting a life that everyone else took for granted.

"Why don't you go home for your dinner and stop by again tomorrow after school Gohan, I think I may have the perfect solution for you."

Immediately perking up at the prospect of a good meal, Gohan bounded over to Bulma embracing her in a hug before dashing out the door, calling over his shoulder as he left. "Thanks Bulma! See you tomorrow!"

Smiling softly, the blue-haired genius crossed the room to her desk, setting about her latest task, "Anything for you kiddo…"

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As the teenage saiyajin landed on the rooftop of Orange Star High the following morning, his thoughts were instantly drawn to his two classmates. Having seen ZTV after returning home the night before, he knew that both Videl and Erasa had been taken to a secure medical facility following the incident at Capsule Corporation. Both were said to be in a critical but stable condition.

Making his way down the stairwell he wondered if Sharpener might be able to provide him with more information on their condition. "Perhaps I could visit Korin and get them some senzu beans…"

Lost in thought Gohan strode into his classroom and made the ascent to his seat, oblivious to the commotion surrounding him. Dropping his bag on the desk and taking his seat, the young saiyajin proceeded to dig out his trusty pen whilst greeting the girl sat next to him.

"Good morning Erasa."

Pausing what he was doing, a look of confusion crossed his face. "Wait a second…"

Turning to his right indeed there sat the bubbly blonde grinning at him as per usual. Quickly switching from stunned to ecstatic, Gohan pounced on the unsuspecting blonde, enveloping her in a tight hug and laughing in the joyous way that only a Son could ever manage. It wasn't until Erasa's voiced reached his ears that he suddenly realised what he was doing.

"My Gohan, this is a much nicer way to start the day!" she giggled, whilst the hastily retreating teen quickly ran a hand through his unruly hair with a sheepish grin on his face.

"Gosh Erasa, I'm sorry, it's just I wasn't expecting to see you so soon!" suddenly taking on a more serious expression, he leaned in closer to his rosy-cheeked classmate. "I saw the news report last night. Are you sure you're ok to be in school so soon?"

Before she could respond a sharp voice cut across the two of them, "Yes we're both fine Gohan."

"Oh Videl, I didn't you see you there, I'm sorry, it's good to see you're ok as well."

Rolling her eyes in irritation she snapped at the teen quickly before the teacher brought the class to order. "Save it, I don't need sympathy from you."

Gulping, Gohan glanced quickly to the shrugging Erasa before focussing his attention on the teacher taking roll call.

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After hours of ice-cold treatment from the champ's daughter, Gohan was able to breathe a huge sigh of relief as the bell signalled the end of the day as well as the end of yet another mind-numbing English class.

Striding out of the classroom, he was about to make his way to the roof when a hand grabbed his arm and yanked him through the crowds of students in the opposite direction. Eyes locking onto to the hand's owner, he blushed at the winking Erasa who proceeded to drag him through the masses.

Weaving through the myriad of teenagers they made their way out of the main building, crossing a small courtyard to the science labs. As the automatic doors glided open for the duo, Erasa immediately crossed the foyer to the stairwell, where she animatedly bounded down to the basement level, stopping at a rather large set of metal doors, with the initials 'SCU' emblazoned in ominous yellow paint.

"This is going to blow your mind Gohan!"

The teen could only blink and nod in response as Erasa proceeded to run a swipe card through the reader next to the doors, causing them to slide open and reveal a sight that Gohan could only gape at.

Before him lay a lengthy corridor bathed in a bright, white light that gleamed off the white-washed walls and tiles. A series of windows on either side ran the length of the corridor, allowing visitors to glance through into a dozen or so rooms, each filled with an array of scientific equipment. As the pair walked down the corridor, Gohan's eyes darted from one lab to the next at the various pieces of equipment and differing experiments taking place, whilst Erasa resumed her usual animated method of talking.

"So officially this place is like, part of the Satan City University, they have a lot of their top R&D guys based here. Unofficially though, most of what goes on here helps us fight the crime that you've seen out on the streets."

Nodding silently, Gohan continued staring into each lab until he abruptly bumped into the blonde in front, who had stopped in front of one particular lab.

"This room for instance, contains the reason me and Videl recovered so quickly!"

Following Erasa's gaze through the glass, Gohan's eyes managed to grow even wider as the unmistakable machine came into view. "This is… impossible…"

"We call it the rejuvenation tank!" the ditzy blonde chirped, "you spend a night floating in this like, totally icky goo, and you come out as right as rain!"

Still struggling to come to terms with what had been revealed to him, the demi-saiyajin attempted to splutter out a coherent sentence. "How… when did… what… how did you get something like that? How do you get a place like this?"

Smiling warmly at the flabbergasted teenager, she grabbed his hand and continued leading him down the corridor, talking once again as she went.

"I don't really know the details, most of it comes from corporate sponsors as far as I'm aware, but some of it has been like, given to the University in a totally hush-hush kinda way."

Quickly bounding over to a window in the far corner Erasa excitedly pointed through the glass to where none other than Sharpener stood on a large circular platform. The vest top that he wore was soaked in sweat, whilst he attacked the air before him in a flurry of kicks and punches, seemingly oblivious to his new audience.

"This machine is like soooo awesome! Videl's dad donated a load of money for its development!" she said excitedly, before adding in a more giggly way, "It can simulate varying degrees of gravity; Sharpy there uses it with Videl to train, but I personally prefer the zero-g function!"

Gohan failed to respond, instead only managing to shake his head in disbelief at everything that had been revealed to him. After several failed attempts to pinch himself and wake up, a deep, chuckling emanated from behind him.

"Don't worry son, I can assure you everything you see here is real."

Gohan turned to face a middle-aged man, adorned in a white lab coat with a thick head of brown hair and similarly bushy goaty, he smiled warmly at the pair of students.

"My name is Dr Doak, I'm Dean of Science at Satan City University. Erasa tells me you're the lad who scored perfect results on his entrance exam?"

Quickly remembering the manners that his mother had strictly enforced upon him, Gohan quickly bowed his head slightly to the man before him. "It's nice to meet you sir, my name is Son Gohan."

Laughing, Dr Doak clapped him on the shoulder, "Don't be so formal lad, we're all friendly down here. A student with such natural talent is welcome anytime, I'll get a swipe card for the department arranged for you."

A vibration from with the doctor's lab coat alerted him to the incoming message on his cell phone, and after a quick glance he turned to the two teenagers again.

"No rest for the wicked eh? I should continue with my duties, but it was good to meet you Gohan. And Erasa, I trust I won't be seeing you in my rejuvenation tank again anytime soon...?"

Nodding sheepishly, the blonde girl alongside Gohan bid farewell to the Doctor as he vanished into one of the labs. Turning back to her spiky haired companion, she once again grabbed hold of his hand before leading him out of the department and back to the natural light of the courtyard outside.

"So Gohan, I know you're not a fighter, but like you're definitely a smarty" Erasa began, "And a cute one at that…!" she added to herself with a giggle. "I help out Videl and Sharpy whenever I can down there ya know! I really like spending time with you, and like, I bet someone as clever as you could help me, I mean like us, analyze what those crooked Riverside kids are upto!"

"Gee, I… errrr… I suppose I could." Gohan replied slowly.

Clapping her hands together Erasa let out a unbelievably high pitched scream, before wrapping up Gohan in a quick hug.

"Well Gohan, I have some major beauty sleep to catch up on, so I'll see you tomorrow in class 'kay!" she chirped, before doing an about face and skipping her way out of the courtyard.

Finding himself stood alone, Gohan blinked once to himself before cautiously glancing around. Seeing nobody in the immediate area, he shot skywards before blasting in a wave of energy towards Capsule Corporation. Each and every day that passed in this school answered one question but raised a million more.

"Hopefully Bulma has something figured out by now."

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Collapsing to the ground and drawing in deep, ragged breaths, Kiyonari surveyed the other fighters around him. Everyone was either unconscious, unable to move or in a similarly battered condition. Just an hour in the dreaded chamber was punishing enough, but having now crept past the five hour mark, Kiyonari was quickly realising a whole new level of pain.

As the stolen technology embedded in the walls around him silently worked its magic, the chamber continued to change. One moment you could be standing pridefully, only to find yourself flat on your face seconds later as additional weight was applied to your body.

A couple of the teenagers littering the floor were first-timers he mused, and they had quickly learnt that being able to hold yourself upright was the least of your problems in this dreaded enclosure. The atmosphere adjusted as unexpectedly as the gravity, soaring as high as 40 degrees and plummeting to sub-zero temperatures. Humidity changed equally, sometimes suffocating those inexperienced in the chamber to the point of blacking out.

Quickly pushing himself into a sideward roll, Kiyonari narrowly avoided the energy blast that slammed into the floor where he had knelt moments ago. Balling his own energy into a tight fist, Kiyonari slammed into the hovering device that had snuck up on him unawares, watching satisfied as it disintegrated in an instant.

Suddenly within the space of a millisecond, the dimly lit room illuminated and the hardened fighter instantly found himself able to breathe with ease once again.

A number of the supposed 'medical team' rushed into the room to deal with the injured fighters, each dispensing with any form of bedside manner as they roughly assessed the injuries of each person in the room.

Shoving away one particular medic who had attempted to aid him in a similar manner, Kiyonari slowly lifted himself upright before staggering his way out of the chamber. Dragging himself down the corridor, occasionally propping himself against the cold concrete walls to gather some much needed air, he arrived at his destination. Approaching the alien looking device, he grabbed either side of the hatch and lowered himself into the pod before placing a mask over his face and hitting a button on the side. Resting his head back, his eyes closed as the hatch before him similarly shut itself, and he quickly succumbed to the familiar feeling of liquid filling the tank.

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"I didn't realise Dr Doak was doing so well, that's nice to know." Bulma responded after Gohan had finished his latest report.

Blinking, the demi-saiyajin looked inquisitively at Bulma, "What do you mean? Do you know him?"

Smiling back at the teenager, she nodded an affirmative, "Of course, a few years ago he was one of my dad's top researchers. He grew tired of the private sector though and wanted to go back to teaching. We let him have access to some of our work for educational purposes - he's a good man."

Nodding in thought, Gohan reflected on what he'd seen in the lab, "It would seem they've taken education to a whole new meaning at the University then."

Standing up, Bulma strolled over to a nearby worktop with a number of devices on it, "Well I'll just have to see what information I can get from Dr Doak. In the meantime you can use these to do some investigating of your own!"

His curiosity hooked at the woman's excitable determination, Gohan followed her to the worktop and focussed on the object she held in her hand – a pen. Taking it from her he looked the item over to find nothing extraordinary about it, "So what's this for exactly Bulma?"

"From this point on Gohan, you are going to be Bond, James Bond! Or at the very least as close to him as you can be. This pen is one of many classroom gadgets for you to use!" she stated triumphantly.

Continuing to look it over, now genuinely interested, Gohan looked at the eager woman, motioning for to continue.

"Ok so the pen is actually a touch-activated sensor, it recognises each individual ki signature that it comes into contact with and evaluates their strength. It's a modification of the old saiyajin scouters."

Drawing his attention to a range of items on the desk, Bulma began describing a variety of items that were present.

"This calculator can detect and analyse any artificial power signal. This modified OSH badge has a built in video camera and microphone, and the belt buckle has a tracking device so we can locate you at all times in the 'mystery' field."

Reaching over to pick up one particular item from the table she handed it over to Gohan. "Now this is the pièce de résistance! Try it on!"

Looking at the watch in his hand, he quickly fastened it to his wrist and gave it a shake, trying to figure out what it would do. With no apparent function other than to tell the time, the spiky haired teen glanced at the expectant scientist.

"Try turning into a super saiyajin!" she said grinning.

"Seriously? In here? You're not normally a fan of transformations inside your house Bulma…"

"It'll be ok, just don't overdo it."

Shrugging, Gohan braced himself as the familiar flood of energy rushed through his body culminating in an explosion of golden light. As his hair transformed to blonde and eyes to a deep turquoise, a series of golden lines began to form around his body before materialising into a set of clothing.

Hurriedly being shoved towards a mirror by the eager Bulma, Gohan found himself staring at the new outfit he wore. A tight black spandex bodysuit covered his body and legs, whilst a green tunic adorned his body. Saiyajin boots and gloves fit snugly around his hands and feet.

"Errrrr… what's this for…?"

Beaming at the creation in front of her, Bulma made Gohan twirl as she tugged at certain parts of the outfit to ensure its fit.

"Well you said you wanted to be a normal schoolboy, yet still help your friends when they're in danger, this way you can do both with a secret identity!" she replied beaming. "The watch uses the same technology as the pen, and changes your outfit whenever it detects your super saiyajin transformation!"

Gohan glanced again in the mirror, "I guess Bulma, but I don't think-"

His sentence was cut short as a booming laughter rang out from behind him, turning to the doorway he found the mighty prince of saiyajins almost bent over in a fit of hysterics. An equally amused Trunks stood behind him, unsuccessfully trying to stifle a giggle.

"Brat, what in Kami's name are you wearing?"

"What do you know Vegeta!" Bulma quickly shot back, "This is the height of fashion!"

Powering down from super saiyajin, Gohan was thankful to see the clothing disappear along with his golden locks. Removing the watch from his wrist, he handed it back to Bulma.

"I hate to say it Bulma, but I agree with Vegeta. It's a good idea but I'm not sure I could go around dressed like… that." Gohan said apologetically.

Huffing, Bulma placed her hands on her hips and looked at Gohan expectantly, trying to ignore the renewed chorus of laughter coming from her ignorant husband.

"Well Gohan, what would you suggest instead?"

Grinning nervously, hand behind his head, Gohan desperately tried to think of something. Eyes suddenly widening at the realisation of what he wanted, he reached into his satchel and pulled a small photo out, handing it to Bulma.

"This is how I want to look."

Bulma glanced at the photo before looking up at the suddenly serious teenager, her expectant look changing to one of slight concern. "Are you sure Gohan?"

Nodding, Gohan took the photo back. "I'm positive."

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Staring into his bedroom mirror, Gohan continued to transform, as quietly as possible to avoid his mother's wrath, back and forth into a Super Saiyajin. In his reflection, he watched as the now familiar gold lines took shape around his body before his new crime fighting uniform materialised.

"You look awesome Gohan!"

Powering down for the last time, Gohan looked across at his younger brother, stood motionless with a look of wonder and awe plastered across his face.

"Thanks squirt, now let's get to bed. Who knows what tomorrow will bring..."

As the tiny tornado immediately dived under the covers, Gohan couldn't help but grin. The young chibi reminded him so much of his father at times, not just in the way he looked, but the way he spoke, acted - even the way he ate. Climbing into bed himself, Gohan switched off the bedside lamp before closing his eyes and sending a silent message skywards.

"I'll make you proud dad."

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Another chapter – it's a miracle!

I've resigned myself to the fact I'm not a very committed writer (this story started in 2007!), so I can only express my deepest apologies to those of you who are interested in this storyline.

At the same time I'd like to express some very sincere thanks to everyone that has reviewed the story, I'm glad so many of you are enjoying it, and I hope I can find some time to make things a bit more regular for you all.

Anyway that's me done for this chapter, maybe (fingers crossed) I'll see you all in Chapter 7!