Oh hi guys, long time no write. This is actually a remake/ reboot of sorts of a story/ idea I had a long time ago. However, now I have what I think is a really interesting plan for where I want this to go, and I hope it can speak to you as well. Positive and constructive reviews will help greatly so if you like to know where this story goes, feel free to do so. I'm not really confident in my own writing but I hope you can enjoy it well enough. Anyway, enjoy! Also, am I supposed to say I don't own dragonball? Cause, I mean, I don't, but that's obvious, but whatever. Savor it!

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you… yoooooooooooour saviooooooooooooooooor!"

The cheers echoing throughout the stadium reverberating even louder at the presenter's announcement.A hidden elevator raised in the middle of the stage and, in a flurry of smoke and brandishing his hands as dual peace signs way above his head, the World Savior had arrived.

"SATAN! SATAN! SATAN! SATAN!" For a time, the entire stadium was engulfed in repeating their savior's name over and over, as the man himself soaked in the praise. Smiling to himself, his ego booming with every cy of his name, Mark Satan was content.

"YEAH!" He shouted, single handedly sounding over the entire stadium. The cheers defied the impossible and grew to even greater heights as they heard their hero's voice.

While the crowd was all too willing to shower their savior with cheers, and Mr. Satan was all too willing to feast upon their adoration, the announcer boomed over their voices with his amplified speech. "Mr. Satan! The hero of the entire world! The man who saved us all from the terrifying monstrosity known as Cell, five years ago today!" He paused for dramatic effect, holding a hand to his ear as he listened for the boisterous response to his declaration. Sure enough, a deafening roar pierced the air as they threw praise at their lord and savior.

However, the show had to go on, and the announcer interrupted their cheers. "Mr. Satan, how does it feel to be the strongest man in the world?"

However, before their hero could respond to this inquiry, a strange, twisted laugh boomed throughout the stadium. Immediately, the crowd fell deathly silent as a sudden chill coursed through their veins, as fears of a maniacal demon from the past consumed them. They all looked around frantically, as the voice seemed to come from every which way. And, throughout the world,every man, woman, and animal person staring at a TV where hugging any source of comfort they could obtain- except, peculiarly, for a particular genius, who was nursing a migraine as she muttered about selfish bastards not caring about ramifications, for some odd reason.

Soon, shouts of terror erupted from the crowd as various people finally witnessed a figure descending from the night sky above them. Panic began to take hold, but it was partially replaced by confusion when it was not, in fact, the green insectoid monstrosity they had all feared, but rather an equally scary short man..

Clad in a bright pink shirt and blue spandex pants, and possessing one of the most goofy hairstyles Earth had ever seen, one would not normally expect man of such diminutive size to be much of a threat, even considering his ripped physique. What was terrifying, however, was the fact he was floating down into the arena, no wires or cranes visible- as well as his dark, menacing laugh, and hate filled eyes aimed at their savior.

"So, this is what you weaklings call the Strongest?" the strange man all but spat out as he landed right in front of Mr. Satan, whom several members of the crowd finally noticed was ass down on the floor scooching away. "Pathetic."

In this peculiar situation, someone had to be the brave one to stand up against this intruder laughing in the face of the world hero, and so the announcer stepped up to the task. "Uh… excuse me… Mr. Strange man… sir!" He recoiled in fear as the scary intruder gave him a pointed glare, but worked up the courage to continue when the intruder made no further move. "How can you possibly say something like that to our hero, Mr. Satan?"

At this, the strange man sneered as he crossed his arms.. "Hero? How you people think this oaf could save an ant, let alone the planet, is far beyond me." At this, he paid no more attention to the announcer, and turned to the pale as snow Mr. Satan. "For far too long, I have obeyed the whims of people far better than either of us," he said with cold, unbending malice, as he slowly made his way to the quivering man as his every step echoed like thunder through the silent arena. Whether that silence was due to fear or curiosity, who could say?

"But I will no longer let this fraud spit on the graves and legacy of true warriors." And, with that, the strange man grabbed the self proclaimed savior of mankind by the chin and lifted him up off the ground and looked him directly in the eyes. Needless to say, Mr. Satan's piss soaked pants grew even wetter for all the world to see as the entire arena- nay, the entire world- all his fans, his business partners, his trainees, even his beloved daughter watched with bated breath.

"So, 'Mr. Satan,' the strange, short, troll haired man spat in the paling man's face. "Who really killed Cell?"

The world watched in stunned silence as their hero spoke. It was not hushed, but rather a voice of pure defeat. "... It was the Delivery Boy."

Vegeta scoffed. "His name is Son Gohan, and he is ten times the man you will ever be." With that, Vegeta lifted off and flew out of the arena, leaving behind a shattered audience.

THUD. THUD. THUD.

"Gohan, Stop that! I have enough to worry about without having to buy a new table!"

As much as the half saiyan teenager wished to continue pounding his head into the nearest flat surface as long as he could, his fear of his mother led him to ober her whim. Not that there was much left of the table for him to bash his head into, anyway.

"How could he do this…" Gohan groaned into his hands, his mother and Bulma staring across the table at him in sympathy.

"How could I do what, boy?" Vegeta himself scoffed as he entered the room, his arms cross in a prideful display as he eyed the half breed currently sulking pathetically. "Give you a speck of the honor you've so willingly thrown away?"

"Vegeta!" Bulma snapped at him, her teeth clenched and almost frothing as she stared down the short, intimating former invader. "Do you not think before you act?"

Despite his woman's rage, the Prince merely rolled his eyes. "If anyone on this mudhole of a planet doesn't think, it'd have been that oaf's cultish followers. Believe me, all I did was do them all a favor."

"... Favor?" Gohan spoke plainly, his tone expressionless as he stared at the man who has caused so much trouble throughout his life. "You call… everyone that I killed Cell- without my permission, might I add- a favor?!" Gohan's voice flaired as he spoke as did his ki to the point Bulma and Chichi backed off as the surrounding area began to quake at his rising anger.

"I restored your honor, boy!" Vegeta snapped back, his conviction unwavering. "And you call yourself a Saiyan."

Gohan's eye twitched. "No! I don't! I'm half human! I grew up on Earth! I'm not a battle junkie like you, or or my Dad, or the rest of the Saiyans!"

"Is that why you beat yourself half to death every week with the Namekian?" Vegeta countered.

"You know why I do that! I need to protect the world!"

"Yes, yes, I'm well are of your 'excuse'. Honestly, I don't get get you you bother lying to yourself. You're a Saiyan, whether you like it or not."

Gohan buried his head in his hands. That was not what he wanted to argue about. No, what he wanted was to crawl into a hole and die, but that option was completely off the table.

Vegeta sighed. Even he could tell he was getting nowhere with this angle of attack. Better appeal to the other half of the boy, then.

"Brat, have you ever considered that this world deserves to know the truth?" he said, his usual high and mighty demeanor replaced by a quiet, oddly human tone.

At this, Gohan, as well as the onlooking Bulma and Chichi, stared at the man with wide eyes. That… almost sounded like a compliment?

Vegeta flinched, fighting back a burgeoning blush, before continuing. He had to win this fight, after all. "Think about it. Be letting that oaf take the credit, you are not just disrespecting you and your father, but this entire planet's history. Even if their skill pales in comparison to my own, martial artists on this rock have used ki throughout the ages with proficiency.

"What that buffoon has done by spitting in their legacy is to deny this planet the chance to honor their history. You are merely putting a cloak over their eyes, keeping their true potential from them and denying them their true abilities."

"Vegeta…" Gohan whispered in true disbelief.

"Don't get me wrong!" Vegeta huffed as he turned his head, trying desperately to hide a slight red tinge in his cheeks. "Humans would never reach the levels of a true Saiyan warrior! But those old companions of your father show what humans are capable of… if only they have the opportunity."

Gohan blinked. Once. Again. Despite himself and his own anxiety over the future, his face spelt grew into a large grin. "Ya know, Vegeta. I know you only said that in order to get me to calm down… but hearing you say you have faith in humans does make me want to give them a chance." His grin only grew larger at Vegeta's hurried attempt to hide his embarrassment.

"But Gohan," Bulma interjected, finally making her way into the saiyan on saiyan battle of words now that the dust was clearing. " Vegeta told everyone your name. You can't keep the press from finding out who you are. I thought you wanted to live a normal life?"

"Please, women," Vegeta scoffed. "He's a halfbreed, one of the last bearers of the bloodline of a legendary warrior race. He became one of the strongest fighters in the universe as a mere child. He fought Frieza, the emperor of the Universe and scourge of countless races, when he was a mere toddler. And even now, he still trains to be the strongest. A "normal life" Was never in the life for the boy."

A moment of silence passed as the other three processed this. It was Chichi who broke the silence, with a chuckle. As the others turned to her in confusion, it soon boomed into full on, maniacal laughter.

"Mom…? Gohan asked worriedly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie, it's just…" Chichi took a moment to compose herself before turning to her son with a bittersweet smile. "I just never thought Vegeta would say something so wise." She completely ignored the disheveled grunt this incited. "He's right. You were never going to be just a bookish scholar. There's so much more you have to do, than you want to do. You… you are Goku's son, after all."

"Mom…" Gohan whispered, staring at her with awed eyes. "I- I promise. No matter what, I will study, and I will make use of my brain, and II will make you proud."

"Oh sweetie, you've always made me proud…" Chichi smiled at her eldest son, even as tears began to form upon her eyes.

"This, of course, does call to mind another matter…" Bulma said, interrupting the familial bonding. "The world may know the truth, but that doesn't necessarily mean they'll accept it right away. They need proof."

"They didn't need proof when it was that oaf," Vegeta grumbled to himself from the corner, but Bulma ignored him.

"This is quite the leap of faith for them to make. And even if they do accept right away, they need reassurance that you have their best interest in heart."

"Please, as if my Gohan had anything but everyone's best interest at heart," Chichi waves her hand dismissively at the mere idea.

Bulma sighed. As hard as it would have been for her to understand a few short years earlier, now that she had a son of her own, the unending faith of a mother for her child was all too familiar to her. "Think about it. For five years, they believed the strongest man in the world wasn't even able to lift a car, and that people couldn't fly or shoot energy beams out of their hands.

"Then one day, some scary man flys in on live tv, declaring it's all a hoax and scaring the hell out of everyone at once. How do they know these flying supermen have their best interests at heart? There's got to be some panic going around."

Silence loomed in the room. "So… what do you propose we do?" Gohan asked.

Chuckling to herself, Bulma could only reply, "Looks like I've got to call an impromptu press conference…"

"How… How could you?"

"Sweatpea- I…"

"Don't. Sweatpea me." The daughter of Mr Satan could feel her rage reach a boiling point as her father backed himself into a corner. To think, a few short hours ago, she thought this shivering mess before her was the strongest and bravest man on the planet.

Nevertheless, the man continued his ramblings. "Videl, I- things happened so fast, I didn't-"

"What? You didn't think about what you were doing?" Videl scowled, her rage boiling even higher. "You didn't think about the Delivery Boy? You didn't think about his dad? Your fans? The people who loved you, believed in you? You didn't think about me? About lying to your own daughter?"

"Of course I-"

"Stop it. Just… I need to be alone," Videl grumbled, her feet ringing with a deathly toll as she stomped away from her quivering father into the vast, empty halls of their ill gotten mansion.

And thus, the man was left alone flat on the ground, clutching the rug desperately as if it were his last grasp on reality. At long last, tears fell freely from his eyes as the weight of what he had done finally crashed down upon him.

"Videl… I'm so sorry..."