In this fic, Gohan grows up acting more like a saiyan with a greater desire to fight. Major OOC on Gohan's part.

Disclaimer-why do I have to bother typing this? Oh yeah, I don't want to get sued (like anybody actually would). I own nothing relating to this story or DBZ except for some video games.

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There are 3 types of people in this world. Those who can count, and those who can't.

Prologue

Goku was standing by his wife's side, giving support as Chichi was giving birth. He didn't really like being in a hospital with all the white walls, afraid that someone would give him a shot. He shuddered at the thought of needles. Instead of his usual carefree grin, his face showed some discomfort with how hard Chichi was gripping his hand.

"Ok, breath in and push," instructed the doctor.

Chichi's painful cries filled the hospital with the force of the baby saiyan trying to get out. She gripped Goku's hand tighter to try and relieve some pain, but not succeeding in anything other than hurting Goku more.

With a final push, Chichi heard the wails of her newborn child and allowed a relieved smile to cross her face. She felt the perspiration drip from her forehead after the tiring work and wanted nothing more than to rest and recover some of her energy.

"Congratulations!" the doctor exclaimed. "You now have a healthy baby boy." Chichi and Goku were both excited to hear the news and couldn't wait to show off their son to the rest of the gang. "I am however, curious as to the brown, fuzzy tail the child has and what should be done with it," the doctor concluded.

"Leave it be," answered Goku. "He'll want to keep it to help him at first. It sure helped when I was young; I did everything with my tail. Too bad it had to be removed, I really enjoyed having it."

The doctor just gave a skeptical glance at Goku before nodding his head and doing some final checkups on the baby before giving him to Chichi.

"He looks just like you, Goku," Chichi pointed out. "He has your eyes and hair. What do you think we should name him?"

Goku looked thoughtful for a moment, and then grinned and responded, "I'm not sure but can I get something to eat first, I'm starving!"

A vein bulged on Chichi's forehead and she yelled back, "We have a nameless child here and all you can think about is FOOD!?" Her frying pan magically appeared in her hands and she brought it down on Goku's head.

"OWWWW, what'd you do that for?"

"For goodness sake Goku, sometimes you're too naïve for your own good. I don't know how Gohan managed to deal with you all the time with how you act." The baby, who was playing with his tail, perked up when he heard the name Gohan. Chichi, who noticed this, immediately asked in her babyish voice, "Oh, does my little baby like the name Gohan?" After a gleeful cheer from the child, Chichi continued, "Yes he does. I guess we'll call you Gohan."

Goku took Gohan from Chichi and felt the small tail wrap around his wrist. "Gohan, huh? I like it. And later you'll grow big and strong just like your dad and be a great fighter."

"WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!" Chichi bellowed. "My baby is NOT going to grow up as some muscle-bound freak! He will be a really smart and obedient little boy and will grow up to be the world's best scholar. He'll get into college, get a job, and then get married and give me some beautiful grandchildren." Goku took one look into her eyes and could see the stars forming in her eyes as she planned Gohan's perfect life for him.

"Aren't you getting a little bit ahead in his life Chi?" Goku queried. "Maybe he will want to do something else."

"Of course he won't. He'll be a good boy and not want to fight all the time like his father and friends, right Gohan?" Gohan, who was once again playing with his tail, looked at Chichi and tilted his head the side with a look of utter confusion in his obsidian eyes and blinked a couple times. Since his attention was elsewhere, Gohan failed to notice that his grip was unconsciously tightening on his tail until he felt a lot of pain course through his body and immediately began wailing.

"Shhhh, it's okay Gohan," Goku comforted him. In order to try and divert his attention, Goku began rubbing his fingers across Gohan's nose, only to have Gohan grab the finger with his little hand. Goku's face showed the pain he was feeling from the chibi's grasp. "Wow, you sure do have a strong grip don't you?" Gohan merely laughed in response.

"Okay I think it's time for you to leave sir," the doctor stated upon his return. "Your wife needs a good nights rest and she can go home tomorrow."

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It had been a little over a year since Gohan's birth and he was growing up like any other baby would, with the exception of his tail. Like his father, his hair seemed to defy gravity as it stuck up at odd angles. He was already beginning to learn how to read and talk and would often make some weird noises that sort of sounded like a language, but they couldn't understand it and just assumed it was a baby language of some sort. To Chichi's disappointment, Gohan's first word was "fight" followed by a saiyan's favorite word, food.

"Anii rotzeh ohel!!!!" Gohan wailed.

"Chi, I'm hungry, when's lunch?" Goku complained.

"When it's done, now quit complaining and clean up first," Chichi responded. "And after lunch I can start Gohan's tutoring!"

The chibi looked at his mother disappointedly and muttered, "Anii low rotzeh liilmode. I fight."

"NO!!!!!!!!!" Chichi bellowed. "You are not going to fight and be a delinquent like your father. You'll study everyday and become the smart and won't want to fight." Goku looked up from his food at hearing his name, but, seeing as the comment wasn't directed at him, just resumed stuffing his face.

After lunch, Chichi took Gohan up to his room and gave him some workbooks to begin his education and then went back downstairs to clean the dishes. Gohan looked at the books and scowled at them.

Instead of going into them to work, he just sat down, closed his eyes and concentrated sort of like he was meditating; not that a one year old has enough patience to do so.

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This routine continued for the next couple of years with Gohan occasionally studying but mostly training himself. He had even accidentally learned how to fire a ki blast one day but was fortunate enough that his dad had been in the room at the time and got blamed.

Goku, realizing it had been awhile since he had seen his friends, decided to go visit them and introduce them to Gohan. Chichi, not caring too much to see them decided to stay at home. He got dressed in his usual orange gi, blue undershirt and belt, and his boots. Gohan was wearing a green jacket and yellow pants, the frown on his face showing his displeasure at wearing the clothes.

"NIMBUS!!!!!!!!!" Goku called. As the cloud came to a stop in front of him, he grabbed Gohan and put him on the cloud. Sensing that everyone was at Master Roshi's, Goku headed there.

Upon his arrival at the island, Gohan nervously looked around at the people on he saw. There was a short, bald guy with dark eyes and six dots on his forehead wearing a uniform exactly like his dad's, another bald man with dark eyes who was wearing a purple turtle shell on his back over his yellow jacket and blue pants, a woman with blue hair pulled into a ponytail and blue eyes in a red dress, a blue floating cat, a tall man with black eyes and short black hair with two scars on his face also wearing a similar uniform to what he usually saw his dad in, and finally a pig in brown trousers and a white shirt. When they got close enough, he heard his dad's friends calling to him.

"Hey Goku," called Krillin. "How's it going, bro?"

"Oh Goku, it's so good to see you again," Bulma said while giving Goku a hug. "Umm... Goku, who's the kid? Are you babysitting or something?"

"I'm fine Krillin. And the kid is my son, Gohan. Gohan, that's Krillin, Bulma, Yamcha, Master Roshi, Oolong, and Puar." Goku said while pointing to each person when he said his or her name. "Go ahead and say hi Gohan."

Gohan, who had been hiding behind his father, came out from behind him holding his tail in his hand. "Hi," he shyly said. He was a bit freaked out by how the 'blue-haired lady' was acting seeing as how she was so energetic, similar to his mother. He only hoped that she wasn't as annoying as his mother or didn't have rapid mood changes.

"What a cutie!!!!" Bulma exclaimed. "He looks just like you did when you were a kid, Goku."

Krillin and Yamcha were about to make comments as well when they felt a powerful evil force heading their way. The heads of those who could sense power levels immediately looked to the direction the power was coming from.

"Who could that be?" Krillin pondered. "It doesn't feel like Piccolo's energy signal." Those who could sense energy agreed and decided to wait until the owner of the energy landed.

They didn't have to wait long as a man with long, spiky black hair landed wearing some saiyan armor over his spandex shorts. They also noticed that he had a brown fuzzy belt around his waist looking similar to Gohan's tail. The stranger quickly inspected the group and came to a stop at Goku.

"Kakarott, what are you doing? This planet should have been cleared years ago." He stated with disgust evident in his voice.

"Who are you? What are you talking about? Who's Kakarott?" Goku asked.

"You don't remember me? I'm your older brother, Raditz. You are Kakarott. Don't tell me you forgot your mission you idiot. Tell me, did you ever hit your head when you were a kid?"

"I don't think so..."

"As a matter of fact he did," Roshi interrupted. "But what does that have to do with anything?"

"Go figure," Raditz muttered under his breath. "Kakarott, there, is a saiyan warrior from the planet Vegeta. He was sent here as a baby because he had such a low power level. A saiyan's job is to clear the planet of all life so that it can be sold to the highest bidder. And what happened to your tail, Kakarott?"

"I got it removed a while ago. And my name is Goku," Goku responded.

"Pathetic, you have no sense of pride. However, since you're my younger brother, I'll give you a chance to make it up. I want you to kill 100 people on this planet by tomorrow and maybe I'll let you and your friends live.

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There's the prologue for you. I'll try to update again as soon as possible but it all depends on how motivated I feel.

** Translations:

Anii rotzeh ohel- I want food

Anii low rotzeh liilmode- I don't want to study