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"Chichi, please!" Goku pleaded with a hint of desperation to his voice. "He can still study, and I promise I won't hurt him!"
"We've been over this before," Chichi sighed. "I can't let my little boy grow up exposed to such things and besides - he'll need to focus on his studies."
"But Chichi, he's only three and he can already say words I can't!" whined Goku, attempting to get her to budge.
"Well it's not my fault that you never got a proper education, now is it Goku?" Chichi asked, a de-attached tone to her voice.
"But he needs to know how to defend himself, Chi!" Goku exclaimed, obviously getting frustrated. It was both a little funny and weird to see Goku get a little angry, but nonetheless, Chichi was going to maintain her stance in the matter.
"I'm sure you'll always be here to take care of him, Goku. And besides, I'm fine, aren't I?"
"You can fight though," Goku sighed. "Gohan doesn't even know what fighting is!"
"Well I'm sure he'll have plenty of time to study about it," Chichi let out a humourless laugh. "He's not fighting, Goku. And that's final."
"That's not fair, Chichi; he deserves to be able to defend himself, and you know that." Goku shot back, relentlessly. He was clearly determined to argue his point out, she'd give him that much.
"Haha, maybe he does. But I don't want my baby becoming such a hooligan, Goku. Maybe when he's a little older I'll let you teach him a litt-"
"What about Piccolo?" Goku interjected, looking as though an idea had struck him.
"What about that monster?" Scowled Chichi. The mere mention of the... thing's name frustrated her.
"I'm his rival or something right? He wants to be as stronger than me, and I want to be stronger than him, right?" Goku grinned.
"Yes, Goku. I know that already," Chichi said, massaging her temples.
"Well Piccolo's not really very nice right?" Goku smiled, oblivious to the fact that his wife was getting more irritated with each passing sentence.
"Yeah, Goku. I'm pretty sure he tried to kill you, and everything."
"Well, if he's not so nice, then maybe he won't try to fight me directly?" Goku said, an oddly philosophical tone coating his voice.
"What do you mean?" She could almost see the bemused smirk which overtook her husband's face as he saw the perplexed look which appeared on her face.
"He could always try to attack you or Gohan, instead of me. Y'know because I love you both a lot and everything," grinned Goku.
"That's true..." Chichi said, blinking. She hadn't thought of that... Goku had actually thought of something that was so obvious... yet so complex at the same time. Piccolo - she was sure - was a vile creature, perhaps the vilest of all the various types of creatures on the Earth. She wouldn't put such a horrible move past him.
"But we can still protect him, can't we?" Chichi tried to argue, drawing on blanks.
"I almost lost when I was fighting him full on! No offence, but it would be kind of hard to try and beat Piccolo while trying to defend the two of you!" Chichi watched somewhat amused as Goku threw both his hands up in the air to further exclaim his point.
"But even if you teach him something, Goku, that's not going to help. If nobody but you can take on that monster, how do you expect it to make a difference if Gohan can fight? It's sad, but Gohan would get hurt... badly after being near him for just seconds. I mean, did you see what he did to Krillin at the tournament a couple of years ago, Goku? That was just him warming up, and then he went on to go full-out against you! There's no way my little boy could survive that."
"Well then we've got to pray that Piccolo never tries something like that," Goku stated grimly. "But I can at least make sure that he'll be able to dodge a punch or two, maybe throw one of his own. If he can take care of himself, he'll be able to take care of himself, Chi. If anything bad happens to him, he'll be able to at least do something about it."
"Maybe you're right Goku... but I don't want Gohan growing up too soon, and forgetting about his studies to go around dating a new skank every few weeks like that Yamcha friend of yours."
"Don't worry," Goku reassured her, "I'll take good care of him. I turned out right after all!"
She laughed lightly, grinning back at him happily. "Alrighty... I guess it can't hurt. But only for an hour or two a week, Goku!"
"That's something, I guess." Goku rubbed the back of his head nervously... he looked pretty cute when he did that.
"Yep, that's about as good as you're going to get." Hearing some kind of a whine, she flashed Goku a quick, final smile as she left him before walking towards the kitchen. She was almost positive that was Gohan calling for her.
Soon she fund herself facing a young boy who banging on the table that he had seated himself by. Chichi would have smiled at the site, if not for the racket the boy was throwing.
"Mummy!" cried the child, "I hungry!"
"Gohan! Use proper grammar," scolded Chichi, "Say I'm hungry"
"I um hugry!" Gohan corrected, still whining.
"Hungry, hun-ga-ree" stressed Chichi, handing Gohan a small plate of rice. It was a miracle that the young boy could eat on his own, especially at his age. It turned out that almost every parenting book she'd had was wrong, which was odd but certainly a welcome surprise. His teeth had formed a long time ago, when he was around nine months old.
A loud burp sounded through the Son household as Chichi groaned, 'an appetite just like his father's.'
Goku, ran outside as fast as he could, cupping his hands and yelling, "Nimbus!" in his loudest voice. Sure enough, a puffy, yellow cloud slowly began to descend towards the young warrior.
"Okay, boy, to Kami's Lookout!" said Goku, as he jumped onto the cloud. It had been a while since he'd been over to Kami's and even longer since he'd gone on a decent trip with the Nimbus.
Smiling slightly as he watched the landscape below him vanish in an air, Goku looked around admiring the tranquillity of the place. It sure was a quiet, but beautiful day...
After almost dozing off because of the warmth that the sun was radiating, Goku found himself atop Kami's Lookout fairly soon. Spotting, a black genie-like man watering some flowers off on the other edge, Goku leapt off the yellow cloud and somersaulted onto the platform of the lookout.
Effortlessly landing on it without so much as a sound, Goku approached Mr. Popo. Having been mentored by him and Kami a while back, the two of them were on fairly good terms and Goku knew that he could rely on him for almost anything. From food to advice, the strangely-genie-like creature had it all.
"Ah! Goku, it's a shame I don't get to see you often anymore. what could I do for you?" Mr. Popo asked, as he turned around to face Goku; having finished watering the plants.
"Uhh... Mr. Popo! Could you please make a Gi for Gohan?" Goku asked pleadingly, knowing how capable Mr. Popo was when it came to repairing and making clothes; having run through several sets throughout the time he'd trained upon the lookout.
"Who's Gohan? You can't possible mean your grandfather?" asked a puzzled Mr. Popo
"He's my son!" beamed Goku, with an immense feeling of pride, unknowing that he had only confused Mr. Popo further.
"Y..you have a son?" asked Mr. Popo.
"Yup! He's named after my Grandfather, now can you make a Gi for him?" asked Goku
"Well congratulations! I never would've guessed... and as for the Gi, I'll need the boy's measurements," replied Popo
"What are they?" asked Goku, scratching his head in an all too familiar way.
"Umm, why don't you visit one of those shopping centres in a city and go buy one from there? I'm sure you'll be able to get everything you need there."
"Oh! That gives me an idea, I'll just ask Chichi to make one, thanks Mr. Popo!" yelled Goku, before skydiving down the tower, calling upon his yellow cloud. Unsurprisingly, the fluffy cloud rescued the free-falling man from what would have been certain death.
"C'mon Nimbus, let's go home! We've gotta- train Gohan!" yelled Goku, as he soared through the dark-blue sky.
After returning home and asking Chichi to make a Gi for Gohan, Goku went off to find his son, to try and begin their training. Walking into the room of his cheerful son, he noticed a little brown bear on his bed. It was a fluffy little thing... mocking him and staring at him, unmoving. He swore that it was giving him the most ridiculous of glar-
"Daddy!" squealed Gohan, running into the room with tears in his eyes, sporting a little cut on his hand. "Daddy! It's bweedin"
"You gave me a real scare, there kiddo." Rubbing the boy's hair gently, Goku smiled before gently massaging the young child's hand. "It's only a little cut... but what happened to your hand?"
"I was pwaying outside and I twripped on top of a rock!"
"It's okay little man, now I've got a little surprise for you," said Goku, grinning. He had practically pictured this moment ever since his little man was born.
"What is it daddy?" asked Gohan, curious, why would his father be smiling when he had just gotten hurt?
"You know how you said you wanted to be just like daddy?" asked Goku, after receiving a nod, "To be able to defend your loved one and make sure nothing ever happens to them? Well, mummy and daddy had a talk, and she agreed to let me train you, kiddo!"
"Twain?" what does that mean, asked Gohan.
"Tr-ay-n, that means that we can practice fighting, to make you stronger!" replied Goku, unable to stop himself from chuckling. He never dreamed that he'd have to explain something, to someone. To almost everyone he'd ever come across he was always the boy that had been raised in a forest. Naïve, uneducated, and pure of heart... it was strange to be explaining something for once.
"I don't want to fwight with daddy," cried Gohan, as a tear managed to drop. "I love you daddy!"
"Gohan, it's okay. We aren't going to hurt each other, just practice martial arts, which is a form of self defence. So if you're ever alone you'll be alright…" replied Goku as he offered his son a bright grin for reassurance, "Now little man, let's go get your Gi."
Watching Gohan's face light up in recognition of the word 'Gi' was like a young child watching a Christmas tree light up for the very first time. There was no doubt in Goku's mind that his son knew what a Gi was - his wife was always yelling at him for wearing one after all.
Speaking of Chichi, Goku figured that it was about time to pull up his socks and ask her to make Gohan a Gi extra nicely. He loved Chichi and all, but he was well aware that sometimes she was a little stubborn, especially when it came to him asking things of her - for anything that didn't involve food. Goku was almost positive that she enjoyed cooking almost as much as he did eating it.
Walking into the kitchen, he wasn't surprised to find her chopping up numerous vegetables. Feeling his stomach grumble slightly, his mouth watered slightly as he let his mind wander to thinking about whatever delicious concoction she was making for dinner. Pausing, he quickly snapped himself back into reality.
"Hey Chichi..." he trailed off.
"Dinner will be ready soon, Goku." Chichi sighed.
"I know Chichi, and I can't wait... but I need to ask you something else," chuckled Goku. There were more than a few ways that this could end badly...
"Huh?" Chichi's eyes snapped towards those of her husbands. "What do you mean?"
"Well... if I'm going to teach Gohan how to fight, I'll kind of need a Gi. And I don't know where to get one and so..."
"Goku, I'm not going to make Gohan a Gi!" yelled Chichi, immediately picking up on what her husband wanted. "For starters, I don't even have the materials... why don't you go get him one yourself? I cook for you, clean for you, and am raising a child for you! Would it kill you to do something yourself once in a while?"
Goku winced. In hindsight, it could've been worse. At least he tried... "Alright, alright. I'll figure something out then." Walking out of the house, Gohan waddling behind in tow, Goku sighed. He'd hoped that he would get lucky, but it seemed like that wasn't to be the case.
After walking a fair distance from their house, Goku paused and turn around to face Gohan who was doing his best to keep up. An idea having struck him, he gestured for Gohan to come closer to him before patting the young boy on his shoulder.
"Hey there kiddo, I know just where to get a Gi for you!" exclaimed Goku... The Gi he had in mind... it would be like passing down the legacy.
"Yay!" yelled Gohan, in conjunction with Goku's yell of "Nimbus!"
Grabbing Gohan, and lifting the child onto his shoulders, Goku smiled in amusement as Gohan cooed in awe upon seeing the magical cloud cloud.
"This right here, Gohan, is an old friend of mine called Nimbus." said Goku, "he's a very special friend of mine which can take you anywhere."
"A-anywhere?" Gohan stuttered, slightly surprised.
"Anywhere," Goku confirmed with a nod. "Alrighty, so can you hop onto the cloud for daddy?"
Raising the boy up to the top of the cloud, Goku was a little surprised to find that the weight on his shoulders didn't lessen. If anything it had increased...
"You right there, buddy?" Goku asked, an affectionate tone to his voice.
"I-I don't want to daddy!"
"Why not?" Goku asked, somewhat confused. "It'll be fun!"
"B-but I'm scared!" Gohan whined, fear evident in his voice for everyone to hear.
"Don't worry, it's completely safe! And Nimbus is really friendly too, I've known him for a very long time." Goku reassured his son, in an effort to comfort the toddler.
"Even longer than I've known your mother," beamed Goku, reminiscing upon fond childhood memories.
"Alright then..." Gohan said, seemingly less scared about the idea of a flying cloud.
"So on the count of three, I want you to jump off daddy's shoulder and onto Nimbus. And don't worry, if you fall, daddy will catch you." Goku made sure to quell his son's worries first, this time.
"One... two..." Goku said grinning as he lifted his son up again, "and three!"
Almost simultaneously with his yell the weight on his shoulder lifted, and Gohan let out a small delighted squeal. Laughing along with his son, Goku leapt up onto the cloud, joining his son.
"Alrighty, Nimbus off to Grandpa Gohan's house!" Goku exclaimed, resisting the urge to smile as a confused look spread across Gohan's small face. He wasn't sure if it was because the Nimbus started tearing through the air, or because he mentioned Granpda Gohan, though.
"Gwanpa Gohan?" The boy asked, hoping for an explanation.
"Yep, that's right. He's your great grandpa, you were named after him too, you know? It's a shame he never got to see you though."
"We're going to meet Gwanpa?"
Chuckling slightly, Goku replied. "I wish we could Gohan, but Grandpa's up in heaven with god."
"Oh..." The boy said, sitting down on the cloud.
"So anyway, how do you like Nimbus, Gohan?" Goku laughed. His child was impossibly cute...
"Scaaary! But it's fluffy as well!" exclaimed Gohan, throwing his hands up in the air.
"Well I'm sure you'll get used to it soon enough, little man. But if you ever need to go anywhere, just yell out Nimbus' name and he'll be right there for you - don't tell your mum I said that though." Gohan gave his father an understanding nod, as said man stretched his arms.
Soon after, the flying cloud came to a lurching stop and Goku quickly grabbed Gohan before jumping off the cloud.
"Don't worry Gohan, it's completely safe" said Gohan, in a father like tone, hopping on the Nimbus himself, "see?"
Sensing the child's worry the nimbus lowered itself, so that it was almost touching the ground. Holding his hands out Goku picked up Gohan, and gently placed him on the floating cloud.
"Okay Nimbus, to my Grandpa's house!" exclaimed the young father, "We've got to get Gohan, here. a Gi"
Cutting through the air, quickly the cloud quickly landed beside his grand-fathers house. 'Maybe I shouldn't have agreed to move the house a few 50 kilometres away' thought Goku, 'I can't believe that it's almost the same!'
In front of Goku stood a brick house which slightly resembled a dojo, a dojo-stlye roof and dojo-style double doors, and bricks made up the house. The doors were green and the top half of the house was white, while the roof was dark purple. And of course the bottom of the house, was made up of unpainted bricks.
Running inside, looking like a parent that had just witnessed the birth of their first child, Goku emerged a few minutes later holding a Gi in his hands, and a few other accessories.
Unfolding the pieces of clothing on the ground, Goku looked fondly at the Blue Gi. A blue Gi top, and blue Gi pants, two red wristbands and a white sash made up the uniform. Inspecting each piece, he finally looked at the Gi pants. They still even had the hole for his tail…
Please Note- This fic began as a birthday present to a friend of mine called Gohan-to-the-Max, so I'd like to wish her a very happy birthday. This entire fic, this chapter and every one posted afterwards is dedicated to her.
Also finally revised this... hopefully the first chapter's not so horrible anymore.
I'll do my best to not rewrite cannon for this, and keep it interesting and all that. If you liked this, don't hesitate to drop a review letting me know what you thought.