Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN DRAGONBALLZ IN ANYWAY EVEN THOUGH IT WOULD BE
NICE.
THIS STORY HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE REAL SAGAS OF DRAGONBALLZ AND SHOULD NOT BE INCLUDED IN THE STORYLINE. DO NOT POINT OUT ANYTHING THAT DOES NOT EXIST IN THE ORIGINAL SAGAS, I KNOW ALL ABOUT THIS STORY I DID WRITE IT, AND I KNOW THAT THERE ARE THINGS THAT ARE WRITTEN HERE THAT DON'T HAPPEN IN DRAGONBALL, DRAGONBALLZ, OR DRAGONBALLGT.
Chapter 1
Redirection
It has been three years since Gohan defeated Cell, and Hercule claimed that he was the victor, and had saved the world from its impending doom.
Goku is dead because he sacrificed himself to save the people and planet he loved.
Chichi found she was pregnant and clung to life solely for her unborn child's sake.
As soon as Goten had been born she began to waste away, not wanting to be parted from her husband anymore.
On the night of Goten's first birthday, Chichi committed suicide, leaving her sons to face the world alone.
Bulma being Chichi's best friend took Gohan and Goten into her home where they have slowly began to adapt to their new lives.
Gohan is now fourteen and entering a new stage of his life with no one to guide him but his dead father's rival Vegeta.
Gohan tossed and turned in his twisted sheets, his forehead drenched in sweat.
His face was contorted into obvious discomfort.
Angry whimpers of frustration, hurt and guilt drifted from his room in Capsule Corporation down a hallway to the room where his father's rival, Vegeta, and wife, Bulma, slept.
Vegeta's sensitive ears picked up the unconscious distress call, and shook his wife.
"Woman, get up Kakarott's first brat's having another nightmare."
Vegeta would have handled it himself, but he wasn't the type to show emotion, and besides, it would shatter the image he had tried so hard to install in his son's and Kakarott's son's minds.
Bulma moaned.
"Vegeta…"
"GO! I don't have time for your nonsense." Vegeta ordered, to prove that he was the one wore the pants around his house.
Bulma lazily rolled out of bed and wearily dragged her tired body towards Gohan's room.
She was only gone a few minutes when two small blurs hurled themselves onto Vegeta's bed and his themselves under the covers.
"Brats," Vegeta growled.
Two small heads popped out from beneath the duvets, one with purple straight hair called Trunks, and the other with spiky hair, Goten, who looked like his Dad.
"What the hell are you afraid of now?"
"Gohan. He's being weird again."
"Brats, what's wrong with having a nightmare, except that it's a form of weakness, just as hiding in someone else's bed is."
"Sorry Dad," the purple haired one said.
"Yeah Veggie," said the other one.
"Shut up Goten, and don't EVER call me that again." Vegeta bellowed as he smacked the young half-saiyan in the head.
"Owww…" The three year old whinged.
Then Gohan let old a loud cry and Goten and Trunks buried themselves beneath the blankets.
In his nightmare, Gohan was facing Cell, laughing like a deranged maniac.
Then he witnessed Cell preparing himself for self-destruct, and his father using his instant transmission technique to appear in front of him, except his caring words were harsh and cutting.
"Gohan, you're a fool, a waste of flesh and blood, you are a failure. You didn't beat Cell when you had the chance. It's your fault I'm going to die, and it's your punishment that these words will haunt you for the rest of your pathetic worthless existence." His father taunted, before disappearing with the bloated Cell.
Then his nightmare flashed to a different scene.
It was the night of Goten's first birthday.
Gohan went to get his mother from her bedroom where she had been resting for a few hours.
He opened the door to be greeted by the sight of her pale, cold body lying motionless on her bed in a puddle of blood from her own wrists.
Then he saw her eyes slowly open and her raspy voice echoed through his brain.
"Gohan, you could have saved me, you're worthless, everyone you care about dies."
Then he awoke with a loud cry.
Bulma finally entered the room, and threw her arms around the sobbing boy, who pushed her away.
"Gohan…" she began to speak.
"Save it Bulma, for someone who cares." He said coldly and turned to face the wall.
THIS STORY HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE REAL SAGAS OF DRAGONBALLZ AND SHOULD NOT BE INCLUDED IN THE STORYLINE. DO NOT POINT OUT ANYTHING THAT DOES NOT EXIST IN THE ORIGINAL SAGAS, I KNOW ALL ABOUT THIS STORY I DID WRITE IT, AND I KNOW THAT THERE ARE THINGS THAT ARE WRITTEN HERE THAT DON'T HAPPEN IN DRAGONBALL, DRAGONBALLZ, OR DRAGONBALLGT.
Chapter 1
Redirection
It has been three years since Gohan defeated Cell, and Hercule claimed that he was the victor, and had saved the world from its impending doom.
Goku is dead because he sacrificed himself to save the people and planet he loved.
Chichi found she was pregnant and clung to life solely for her unborn child's sake.
As soon as Goten had been born she began to waste away, not wanting to be parted from her husband anymore.
On the night of Goten's first birthday, Chichi committed suicide, leaving her sons to face the world alone.
Bulma being Chichi's best friend took Gohan and Goten into her home where they have slowly began to adapt to their new lives.
Gohan is now fourteen and entering a new stage of his life with no one to guide him but his dead father's rival Vegeta.
Gohan tossed and turned in his twisted sheets, his forehead drenched in sweat.
His face was contorted into obvious discomfort.
Angry whimpers of frustration, hurt and guilt drifted from his room in Capsule Corporation down a hallway to the room where his father's rival, Vegeta, and wife, Bulma, slept.
Vegeta's sensitive ears picked up the unconscious distress call, and shook his wife.
"Woman, get up Kakarott's first brat's having another nightmare."
Vegeta would have handled it himself, but he wasn't the type to show emotion, and besides, it would shatter the image he had tried so hard to install in his son's and Kakarott's son's minds.
Bulma moaned.
"Vegeta…"
"GO! I don't have time for your nonsense." Vegeta ordered, to prove that he was the one wore the pants around his house.
Bulma lazily rolled out of bed and wearily dragged her tired body towards Gohan's room.
She was only gone a few minutes when two small blurs hurled themselves onto Vegeta's bed and his themselves under the covers.
"Brats," Vegeta growled.
Two small heads popped out from beneath the duvets, one with purple straight hair called Trunks, and the other with spiky hair, Goten, who looked like his Dad.
"What the hell are you afraid of now?"
"Gohan. He's being weird again."
"Brats, what's wrong with having a nightmare, except that it's a form of weakness, just as hiding in someone else's bed is."
"Sorry Dad," the purple haired one said.
"Yeah Veggie," said the other one.
"Shut up Goten, and don't EVER call me that again." Vegeta bellowed as he smacked the young half-saiyan in the head.
"Owww…" The three year old whinged.
Then Gohan let old a loud cry and Goten and Trunks buried themselves beneath the blankets.
In his nightmare, Gohan was facing Cell, laughing like a deranged maniac.
Then he witnessed Cell preparing himself for self-destruct, and his father using his instant transmission technique to appear in front of him, except his caring words were harsh and cutting.
"Gohan, you're a fool, a waste of flesh and blood, you are a failure. You didn't beat Cell when you had the chance. It's your fault I'm going to die, and it's your punishment that these words will haunt you for the rest of your pathetic worthless existence." His father taunted, before disappearing with the bloated Cell.
Then his nightmare flashed to a different scene.
It was the night of Goten's first birthday.
Gohan went to get his mother from her bedroom where she had been resting for a few hours.
He opened the door to be greeted by the sight of her pale, cold body lying motionless on her bed in a puddle of blood from her own wrists.
Then he saw her eyes slowly open and her raspy voice echoed through his brain.
"Gohan, you could have saved me, you're worthless, everyone you care about dies."
Then he awoke with a loud cry.
Bulma finally entered the room, and threw her arms around the sobbing boy, who pushed her away.
"Gohan…" she began to speak.
"Save it Bulma, for someone who cares." He said coldly and turned to face the wall.