My name is Gohan. I am the son of Chi-Chi, and...my father Goku. I have been fighting my entire life, but that was never what I truly wanted. I wanted to make my mother proud, I wanted to become a scholar and show her how much she meant to me. However, things are never been simple, never for me. I have had to constantly fight, and train, and watch my family and friends die because of the world around me refusing to give them peace. I have had to take up arms and fight to protect he people I love. My passion has been my family, and that is what it always will be. I have started a family of my own with my Wife, Videl, and my daughter, Pan. Even though I do not like fighting, I have still continued to train after the incidents of Majin Buu, and am now one of the strongest people on my Planet. My father is currently training Uub, a reincarnation of Majin Buu, and Vegeta has taken responsibility and begun to raise his family. I still train regularly with Piccolo. I may not enjoy fighting, but I know it is something I have to do. I have to protect the people I love, I have to protect the people who cannot protect themselves. I vow to protect my family and keep it whole. That is my Oath of Responsibility. ((RP/Ask Blog for Post-DBZ Gohan. I accept all asks. All art is not owned by me unless otherwise specified. ))
There was a small rustle in a nearby tree, a very certain dragonfly observing Gohan closely, wings flicking. "Hey there, big-haired guy. You don't look like you're from around here."
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Gohan had been training as usual, his eyes focusing intently on the task at hand, however, the recent appearance of Freeze caused Gohan to stumble slightly, his eyes wide. He had not sensed her coming whatsoever. She just... appeared.
"Hey don't scare me like tha-" He interrupted himself, his eyes widening, and then a smile formed on his face. "Freeze? Is that you?"
“Oh! Yes, pardon that. Memory problems you see. I might have said that already, I’m not sure. We may have even met before, but judging by the look you’re giving me, perhaps not.” A bucktoothed grin takes his face, eyes half-lidded with amusement.
“Anyway, on to your troubles, yes. Not knowing where to go? Well, do we need a destination in particular?” He balances on the balls of his feet. “We can always wander and discover, or rediscover our world! If there is no pressing need of anything at the moment, why not enjoy ourselves?”
“Breathe, relax, there is nothing to fear, here.” He smirks.
“….I’m sorry, but your not exactly helping.” He said as he eye Mius warily. “It’s not in my best interests to trust a random stranger who randomly appears.” He admitted.
“Not only that, but some of the things you are saying aren’t even making coherent sense.”
The smile remained on Mius, cheerful and carefree —
Until Gohan spoke that last sentence. The smile drops, and a look of shock crosses his eyes… Gradually followed by gritting teeth and clenching fists.
“I’m TRYING to make coherent sense you twit!" He snaps back. He slaps a hand to his chest, "Do you have ANY idea how difficult it is for me to maintain chronological order!? Linear thinking!? You may be lost now, but that is MERELY TEMPORARY! Stop acting as if it is the end of the world for you — you do not know what true loss IS!”
He grabs his own head. “Every thought is a web made of trains, each sensation is a volcano under my skin, each little event is a single puzzle piece in a non-Newtonian tapestry made of ultraviolet cats — I am TRAPPED in a state of perpetual confusion and chaos and gain and loss! I can, only, just, barely, grasp…” He clenches his fist in the air, eyes shut in pain. “A faint semblance of normality.”
He lowers his hand, eyes open and gaze downcast. “…But I can only adapt, and make do with what I have.”
It’s then the beaming smile returns, eyes back on Gohan. “Now then! With that out of the way, do you much see any other options that could be of use?” He clasps his hands behind his back.
"You don’t exactly seem to have much in the way of company, nor direction, if I may say…"
Gohan merely blinked at Mius' sudden outburst. It was honestly, unnerving. A lot of the things he said, continued to not make sense, and it just annoyed the boy even more. His teeth grit in annoyance Mius mentioned that he did not know what true loss was. That was not true, not at all. He had lost many things in his life, especially while growing up. But he bit his tongue and allowed Mius to continue.
"....I suppose I could reassess my situation." He said quietly, giving Mius a look of complete bemusement. "Any ideas?" He decided to ask, his eyes widened somewhat.
A young boy, no older than thirteen, was going over various advanced katas, his fists moving with grace, and experience that was well beyond his years. His face was full of determination, sweat, and perseverance. He was pushing himself, that much was certain. The thick beads of sweat that covered the boy was enough for many to know when it was time to call it a day.
But Gohan did not stop.
Suddenly, though, he felt a presence, a power, approaching him. What it was, he wasn’t sure of, but he slowly readied his guard.
"…I know you’re here." His voice carried over the environment.
"I’m not here to cause any trouble, I’ve just been wandering for a long time now!" He raised his arms in the air to signify neutrality, hoping nothing bad would happen. This human looked like he could kick the crap outta anyone!
As soon as he thought it was safe, he lowered his hands and introduced himself. “Well- My name’s Azura, traveler of sorts, and you are?”
Gohan's eyes met with the newcomer, studying him closely, listening to him as he introudced himself, and said that he meant no harm. The boy merely gazed at him for a few moments, before his eyes wandered away and he closed them, turning away from the Reploid.
A few more moments, and Gohan re-entered his stance and began to continue with his katas. He was silent for a few moves, before he opened his eyes once more, his gaze focusing on the space ahead of him.
"...My name is Son Gohan." He finally answered, his feet entering a kicking motion as he completed a set.
"Nice to meet you as well." He said as he landed to the ground from the kick, his body landing lightly on the ground with grace, as if defying gravity. In a way, he was.
His face was calm, but serious. He did not know much about this new world, and he intended to stay cautious. There was no sense in starting an unneeded battle, or provoking anyone. He had to be smart. Whether or not this Azura was friend or foe, would yet to be determined. His Ki, while hard to read, did not seem very dark.
"I guess you could say I'm a traveler too... at least I suppose." He breathed, turning to face him again. A faint, wispy aura could be seen radiating off the boy. Blue residual energy evaporated off him like gas. "I haven't been here very long. Any tips?"
A young boy, no older than thirteen, was going over various advanced katas, his fists moving with grace, and experience that was well beyond his years. His face was full of determination, sweat, and perseverance. He was pushing himself, that much was certain. The thick beads of sweat that covered the boy was enough for many to know when it was time to call it a day.
But Gohan did not stop.
Suddenly, though, he felt a presence, a power, approaching him. What it was, he wasn't sure of, but he slowly readied his guard.
"...I know you're here." His voice carried over the environment.
Gohan tilts his head to Vile as he adds on the food to his order. A small smirk forms on his face.
“Heh, that’s quite an appetite, not many can eat like me.” He said as he held out his hand to him, the amount of muscle on him clearly abnormal compared to a normal human.
Vile decided to shake Gohan’s hand back, his grip, Gohan would find, would be about as strong as Vegeta’s. “Vile. I’m the local drunken sociopath. Or at least I used to be. I’m a Reploid. We’re…. well some would consider us superior to Humans… but… Eh. I’m not sure honestly.”
As their food came, Vile got his food ready, as well as his utensils. “Ready for a race?” He asked, smiling.
Gohan was surprised by the grip, but smiled regardless. Vile would feel a surprisingly equal amount of pressure in return.
"Nice to meet you Vile. Despite your credentials a firm handshake means your a lot more than what you label yourself as. Be more confident, you've got the stuff."
This was truth, Gohan sensed a lot of power in him.
However, when Vile would declare a race, Gohan would already be picking his teeth with a toothpick.
"I'm sorry what race? Oh! An eating contest? I didn't know, let me order another round of that so we can race. Sorry bout that! ^^ "
He turned to the cook and asked for more, who stood their with his mouth open as he tried to contemplate what happened.
"C-coming right up....?"
Gohan turned towards Vile as he smiled. "Sorry, I'm just pretty hungry. I guess while we wait for the food, wanna talk?"
Vile was sitting in the local diner. He was having lunch, a pie sitting in front of him, with a stack of buttermilk pancakes next to it. Dessert before lunch. He smiled as he munched on a piece. “Mmm…. Banana Creme….” He said to himself.
A man walks into the diner and sits next to Vile at the bar, well, maybe a seat or two. A human of this size was not a common sight around these parts.
“What can I get ya?” The Reploid at the Diner asked as he cleaned a glass.
A big smile went on Gohan’s face as he looked to the owner.
“Er, gee, I honestly don’t know yet, it all looks pretty good.” Luckily, the man had managed to acquire some cash of this world.
“But I guess I’ll start off with 10 pancakes, 20 Eggs,Some Bacon, Sausage, and some toast.”
The Cook’s eyes bulged as Gohan asked for the order. “You want all that… to start?”
“Of course!” The Hybrid said as he cracked his knuckles.
As intelligent and as wise as Gohan was, he still was a bit ignorant when it came to normal eating patterns.
Vile turned his head as he heard the order. THAT much food?….Humans weren’t known for eating that much. Vile looked up and decided to take that as a challenge. “Oi. I’ll take his order, and add in the WHOLE pie this time.” He said.
He looked over at the human….thing. “Hey. Human. What’s your name?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
Gohan tilts his head to Vile as he adds on the food to his order. A small smirk forms on his face.
"Heh, that's quite an appetite, not many can eat like me." He said as he held out his hand to him, the amount of muscle on him clearly abnormal compared to a normal human.
Vile was sitting in the local diner. He was having lunch, a pie sitting in front of him, with a stack of buttermilk pancakes next to it. Dessert before lunch. He smiled as he munched on a piece. “Mmm…. Banana Creme….” He said to himself.
A man walks into the diner and sits next to Vile at the bar, well, maybe a seat or two. A human of this size was not a common sight around these parts.
"What can I get ya?" The Reploid at the Diner asked as he cleaned a glass.
A big smile went on Gohan's face as he looked to the owner.
"Er, gee, I honestly don't know yet, it all looks pretty good." Luckily, the man had managed to acquire some cash of this world.
"But I guess I'll start off with 10 pancakes, 20 Eggs,Some Bacon, Sausage, and some toast."
The Cook's eyes bulged as Gohan asked for the order. "You want all that... to start?"
"Of course!" The Hybrid said as he cracked his knuckles.
As intelligent and as wise as Gohan was, he still was a bit ignorant when it came to normal eating patterns.
“I am human…. at least, halfway.” He admitted, looking to Fallen’s eyes as he managed to regain his full composure.
“I’m a hybrid, a halfling. One part human, the other a race known as a Saiyan.” He said calmly. “They are a humanoid species, but have some distinct differences.”
“Organic? Why are you calling me that? Aren’t we all?” He asked curiously. He wasn’t an android, Gohan could sense a power within Fallen. Organic was such…an odd term.
Fallen held out his hand and turned it around thoughtfully, “So titanium and silicone aren’t exactly unnatural, but they certainly don’t grow by themselves or reproduce.”
“After Buu…” he thinks back, “Well I ended up marrying Videl, we had a girl together, Pan. Dad got turned into a kid and went into space with Pan and Trunks. Then he killed Baby and Super 17.”
“….I’m afraid I have no idea what you are talking about.”
In actuality, those events never transpired, at least for this Gohan. Instead, things went peacefully, but Gohan still trained rigorously with Piccolo and Vegeta to keep his strength up. He even learned a few new moves.
“…I guess we are a lot different, at least… our worlds…”
"Well, for starters, I got Pan on a strict training regimen, I began training much more with Piccolo, and so far, that's about it. I've been keeping everything up to speed. What about you?"
“I’ve always been this size?” the boy replied with a confused look on his face. “Wow Gohan… Maybe you actually forgot about how tall I was while you were studying.”
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Gohan blinked.
"..But... you should be older..." He trailed off, seriously confused by what was going on.
An unexpected turn of events (@kakarotto-supa-saiya-jin)
Gohan was sitting a park in Abel City, a tranquil area of this new world he had been sucked into. Technology was advanced, much more advanced than anything Capsule Corp could come up with. Humanoid Robots were all over the place, it was just…. different.
He needed to get back home. He needed to return to Pan, he needed to to return to his wife. Yet…. that all seemed impossible.
Goku was zooming over this weird city, when he notices gohan just up a head. “Yeah! that’s it!” He then lands on the exact spot Gohan is in. “HEY. son what’s up?”
“After Buu…” he thinks back, “Well I ended up marrying Videl, we had a girl together, Pan. Dad got turned into a kid and went into space with Pan and Trunks. Then he killed Baby and Super 17.”
"....I'm afraid I have no idea what you are talking about."
In actuality, those events never transpired, at least for this Gohan. Instead, things went peacefully, but Gohan still trained rigorously with Piccolo and Vegeta to keep his strength up. He even learned a few new moves.
"...I guess we are a lot different, at least... our worlds..."
“Lost?” Mius exclaims with some amount of surprise. “Oh, well that’s rather terrible, isn’t it? Is there anywhere in particular you’d like to go?” His head tilts at his words, a harelipped smile claiming his face.
He looks up and around, idle and pensive. “I admit I don’t very well know where I am, either. I imagine I could look it up. We could look it up. But I don’t feel the particular need to, at the moment. Then again, I don’t particularly need to be anywhere, right now.”
“Except always.” He smirks to himself, some obscure in-joke.
“……I’m afraid, I don’t understand.” He said quietly, a little put off by Mius’s words.
“The thing is, I don’t know this world, I don’t know where to go, that’s why I am so frustrated.” He snarled, a surge of power encircling him as he stomped the ground.
This teenage body was full of hormones that he had already outgrown. This was indeed annoying to him. However, the anger was not directed towards Mius, but the situation.
Even Mius seemed lost in what he was saying.
“…..You were contemplating on how to help me?” He answered.
“Oh! Yes, pardon that. Memory problems you see. I might have said that already, I’m not sure. We may have even met before, but judging by the look you’re giving me, perhaps not.” A bucktoothed grin takes his face, eyes half-lidded with amusement.
“Anyway, on to your troubles, yes. Not knowing where to go? Well, do we need a destination in particular?” He balances on the balls of his feet. “We can always wander and discover, or rediscover our world! If there is no pressing need of anything at the moment, why not enjoy ourselves?”
“Breathe, relax, there is nothing to fear, here.” He smirks.
"....I'm sorry, but your not exactly helping." He said as he eye Mius warily. "It's not in my best interests to trust a random stranger who randomly appears." He admitted.
"Not only that, but some of the things you are saying aren't even making coherent sense."
