Only Way Is To Go Down

Running. Thats was all that was going through one boy's mind right then. That was waht he was doing, running, running and running. The boy could feel the wind rushing into his face, through his hair and clothes. Going so fast that a normal person couldnot see.

At the moment the boy was running for a reson, to get away from someone. Suddenly a shadow appeared in fornk of him, stopping with a tumble, falling on his back. The young boy looked up in confusion.

"Your slacking boy," the shadow snerred, "And you call your self a Saiyan."

The boy looked away in anger not wanting the man before him to see that his words inflamed him.

"Vegita, I do have a name you know. Gohan. GO-HAN," the boy sneered back with equal venom, picking himself up. Just after he said that the Saiyan Prince backhanded Gohan, sending him back to the ground.

"Don't talk to me like that again boy, I am your prince, you're only the son of a third class Saiyan," Vegita angrily growled, "Not only the son of a third calss Saiyan but a half Saiyan with the other half a weak worm of a human."

Gohan glared at the Prince of Saiyans with hattred in his black coal eyes, wishing he could kill him at the moment.Vegita noticed this and smirked, knowing that Gohan couldn't do a damn thing after his powers went dormanint after the cell games. Sure he could still go super Saiyan, but could not reach his max power anymore.

"If I hadn't gone into dormaint I would of kicked your rayal ass," gohan muttered to himself.

With Vegita's een hearing, he heard waht the demi-Saiyan said. This enfurriated him. Coming to the boy, he backhanded him again when Gohan got up from the ground for the second time.

"This little match is over," Vegita sated stiffly with a scowl on his face, "now get out of my sight before I beat you to a bloody corps."

Once more getting up form this ground Gohan took off into the air going as fast as possible, letting his anger out by flying till he couldn't anymore.

Ever since Goku died, Vegita made it a richual to force Gohan to spare with him every day for six hours after his studies. Of course his mother, ChiChi, demanded that his studies were more importat and tried to get rid of Vegita, but ended up with a bruised cheack and a death threat. Now six months have passed since then his anger and hatred have grown for the Saiyan Prince. Gohan's kind heart was turning into ice. Slowly the young demi-Saiyan was getting colder, harsher, and meaner with every day. He doesn't talk to his friends anymore or even to his mother now. Most of the time he keeps to himself locked up in his room only coming out when its for food, restroom and the spare with Vegeita.

In a couple of days his birthday will be coming, marking his eleventh year on the Earth, but since he used the time chamber, he already was eleven in body.

Soon Gohan came to a stop at a water fall, ploping himself next to the edge of the water glaring down at the water wit hso much rage.

"That bastard," Gohan whispered in anger, "I'll kill him when I have the chance . . . . . . . . . . dad why did you have to go? We were happy! You should of let up wish you back! But you just abandoned us!"

Gohan jsut looked into the water with a blank expression for hours he heard russling in the bushes. Turning his blank coal eyes he spotted a puple little dragon making its way towards him.A flicker of emotion sparked in his eyes when seeing the dragon.

"Ickeris?"

The little dragon went to his side, nuzzling Gohan on his side, nuzzling Gohan on his chest making a sort of purring sound that soothed the demi-saiyan. Ickeris was the only one that could bring out emotions from Gohan, the only creature the young boy trusted most.

Petting the dragon with tender care, Gohan looked up to the sky and watched the sun set with his only true friend by his side.

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"Who would of thought that Kakkarot's brat would act more saiyan then he ever was only in a matter of weeks," Vegita mused out loud. "If I keep pushing him maybe I can make a worrier out of him yet," 'Or I could make him my new mate in a cuople of years. That human harpy of a woman is boring me to no end.'

Smirking to himself, satisfied with his plan, took off to Capsule Corps.

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"Interesting," an old man whispered in fasination. "Yes, yes, very interesting."

Reaching for a parchement of paper, the old man wrote swiftly with his white feathered quill. Once done he read over to himself:

Dear Remeus,

I ask of you to be the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher once again this year. The students would love for you to come back. I also ask of you to assist a new first year that my interest you a great deal that concerns your recserch. Respond to this request as soon as possible.

Yours Senceirly,

Albus Dumbledore

"Falkes I trust you will get this to Remeus soon wont you?" Albus spoke to his Pheniox with a sparkle of amusment in his blue ice eyes, the beautiful bird only gave a squake before flying out of the office window.

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An hour after the sun setted Gohan played with his pet dragon Ickerus, enjoying the little chase that was going on, since it has been forever since he had played with the little dragon. Ickerus was desperatly trying to snap at the stick the demi-saiyan had in his clutches. Gohan moving away when the cute purple dragon got to close in taking the stick from his grasp. The young eleven year old laughed when Ickerus missed once again in taking the stick from him. So wraped up in his game with Ickerus, Gohan failed to notice an owl following his in the air. After landing to the forest floor, he finally took notice of the irritated owl flying in his direction. Swooping dwon the owl landed on Gohan's shoulder, nipping at his ebony locks, while lifting up one of his talons. Soon the young demi-saiyan noticed the letter atached to it's leg. Frowning in comfuion, he deteched it from the brown owl and looked at it. I seemed to be made of weird type of paper that was yellw-tanish, with fancy writting on the fromt written in green ink.

Mr. G. Son

Middle of the Froest

Mountain Area 438

Japan

The young eleven year old raised a eyebrow, not happy that someone knew exactly were he was. Slowly opening, not really trusting the letter, Gohan unfolded it to reaveal it's contents. He read to hiself:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, Firstclass GrandSorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump. Interational Comfed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Son,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagll,

Deputey Headmistress

Gohan looked sckeptical at the peice of paper in his hands, slowly turning to face Ickerus with a frown on his face. Unnoticed by his little masters stare, the little purple dragon was to busisy looking at the owl in seething anger, thinking that the owl was going to replace him. All the dragon got was a hoot of irritation and smugness form it.

Rolling his eyes at Ickerus' jelousy, Gohan dicieded what the heck, he could use this to get away from home and everything that reminded him of his father, to go somewhere new, where people don't know him at all. So writting a reply, he tied it back to the owl's leg. Before the owl left Gohan took a piece of his sandwitch he had with him and feed some of it to the owl, to Ickerus' displeasure.

Gohan watched the owl dissapeare into the night with a whole new thing to look froward to this year.

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Somewhere far from Gohan was another balck haired boy that was not very happy at the moment. His name was Harry Potter. Aka. the-boy-who-lived. The reason why he was not happy was because he had to go back to live with the Dursleys again, instead of living with his godfather. Sure they don't bother him anymore, hell they avoid him like the plegue. It just was that he couldn't see his friends while with the Dursleys, just send letters and resiving them. Harry was bored to death in that house he calls home. He couln't even do magic outside of Hogwarts and it was frustrating. Anymore waiting for the new semester Harry would scream in irritation.

Just as he was going to throw on of his books across the room, his owl, hedwig, swooped in through the small room's window. In her talons was a letter that was a little diferent from his friends letters. Cureous, Harry untied it from the snowy owl and opened it to read:

Dear Harry,

It has been awhile hasn't it. Your ging into your fifth year right? Anyway I'm writing to you because Albus (Dumbledore) has offered me to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts once more. I will be picking you up tomarrow morning to take you to the Borrow to stay for the rest of summer. Oh and before we go there we have to pick up a new student in Japan, so I'll be taking you with me. Hope you don't mind.

-Remeus Lupin

Slowly lowering the letter, Harry had a big smile on his face from the news. Lupin was going to be teaching again! And was going to come for him tomarrow! To say Harry was very thrilled to hear this because he would get anway from the Durslys and spend time with Lupin and his friends before the first term started. But he wondered what this new student was like, was it a boy? A girl? He had to wait and see till tomarrow.

Before going to bed he made sure everything was packed neatly by the window. Hedwig wasa secruly in her cage then Harry went to sleep, excited and looking forward to the next day tomarrow.

Before going to bed he made sure everything was packed neatly by the window. Hedwig was seculy in her cage then Harry went to sleep excited and looking forward to the next day tomarrow.

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The next morning Gohan woke up to the smell of his mothers voice, calling his down to breakfest. Draging himself out of bed, he pulled on a pair of fighting pants and a black tanktop then went down to eat breakfest with his mother.

Breakfest was quiet as usual ever since the Cell games. Gohan seemed to notice that his mother kept on twitching and figiting in her seat. Raising an eyebrow at this display of behavior, Gohan scowled when se didn't stop when his was looking straite at her. Anoyed he slamed his fist on the table nearly breaking it and startling ChiChi half to death.

"Do you have somthing to say?" Gohan asked irritated, "because if you don't then I'm leaving for my spar with Vegita."

Pushing his chair back and standing leaving what was left of his food on the plate. Ready to walk out the door with a glare on his facial expression.

"Gohan . . . . . . ," ChiChi called to her son hesintantly.

Stoping in his tracks and turned to his mother with a cold expression on his face. ChiChi shivered when her son stared at her like that. It was like a cold chill of wind in the middle of wnter at its worst.

"Well, say it already I don't have all day mom," Gohan hissed ready to snap with anger.

Sencing her son's limit with trying to keep his anger in check she quickly replied, "I'm pregnet, your going to be a big brother."

Gohan looked at her in surprise then quickly put his mask back in place.

"How long?" the demi-saiyan whispered.

"What?" ChiChi asked in confusion.

"How long have you been pregnet?" Gohan said in anoyance for having to repeat himself.

"I'm three months," ChiChi said quicly.

The young demi-saiyan looked at his mother for a minute with cold couculating coal black eyes. Soon his eyes softened and had a sad spark in the depths of his eyes. This surprised his mother with the change in expression.

"Boy or girl?" Gohan asked softly.

"A boy," his mother replied just as softly, tears streaming down her checks with a small smile on her lips.

Looking to the floor Gohan thought through the things he was told. He would have a little brother in seven months. The problem was that he already got a letter back from the owl saying someone was going to take him to get his things and find a place to stay till the school term starts. He couldn't take it back and wouldn't take it back because he needed to get away from this before he hurt his mother. Ok with his decision he looked up at his mother's tear stained eyes.

"Goten." Gohan stated.

"What?" ChiChi looked up at her son once again in puzzlement.

"A name for the baby," Gohan explained, "Goten."

"Goten . . . . . ," he mother whispered to herself.

He watched his mother silently while she kept on whispering the name that he had suggested to her. Shaking out of his trance Gohan went back to his cold mask, no sign of the person with kind eyes staring at his mother.

"I'm leaving today and I'll not be back till a year from now," Gohan saidou of the blue.

ChiChi looked up sharply nearly giving herself wiplash with a expression of horror on her face. She didn't want to lose her first son too, like she lost her husband.

"Leaving? Won't be back till a whole year?" ChiChi choked out of her dry throat, "Where are you going? Are you going alone? Why are you going?"

ChiChi kept asking question after question and it was wearing thin on the young demi-saiyan's paciants at the moment. Sighing in frustration Gohan held up his hand to hault his mother's questioning.

"Mom. Stop," Gohan comanded with a voice of sereousness.

She did stop with new fresh tears in her eyes. ChiChi noticed that her son had his cold expression back in place and looked away from his cold stare.

"I got a letter yesterday saying that I was excepted to a school i England," he stated firmly, "They will provide me with housing, food and the school uniform along with my books required. I start September 1, but they want to take me tothe school early. I have packed already last night so I'll be leaving right when they get me."

Once finished Gohan watched his mother's reaction with a cold stare, waiting for her to say something before he goes.

"A school? England?" She said shocked, but then turned into a smile, "Gohan I'm proud of you. I'll miss you. Promise to write once in awhile ok?"

Nodding in answer he turned and walked to the door, opening it he paused at the doorway.

"Mom," the demi-saiyan called, "I hope you can shape my little brother into a great person and make sure he doesn't make the same mistakes as me. Tell him I love him when Goten is born for me ok?"

Once again ChiChi was crying with a big smile on her aging face. She nodded at her son's request of her.

"I love you mom," was the last thing he said before taking off into the sky.

Eyes wide with shock once again that day, she started to sob hard. That was the most emotion she has seen on her Gohan's face in nearly six months.

'Maybe this school will bring back my Gohan. If not then his emotions,' she thought.

"I love you too. I love you too . . . my sweet Gohan."

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End of chapter 1

Author's Notes: What did you think? OK? I hope so! Remember people not all of things I have put in is actually right with the actual series! Bye! )