Oh hey a new chapter. Thanks for much for the kind words and follows last time, I can only hope this also live up to your expectations. Sorry for the length, I just... can't write too long chapters. I'd never get done then. Hopefully this is good enough. Don't forget to review and enjoy hopefully!

I would also just like to remind everyone that I do have a longterm plan, like I already know how I want the ending to go, so hopefully I don't get bored before I get there.

A few mere hours later, there was chaos.

At first, many of the true believers desperately wanted to believe it was all a trick, a hoax, that their savior was brainwashed or replaced or it was all a mere misunderstanding.

Mr Satan soon out a stop to such hopes.

Mr. Satan explained, on live TV, to a chorus of boos and jeers unthinkable to the world a few short hours earlier, how it was a boy who laid his life on the line for the world while he was cowering behind a rock. How the boys father died in the process, how the boy broke his arm and fought on. How they vanished without a trace, and how he stole the credit, in his own words, "for the fame and glory".

And so, the police of the still-Satan City found themselves in quite a pickle: staring down an unruly mob of their own citizens gone berserk.

"Please, step away from the barricade and return to your places of residence!" One of the officer boomed on his megaphone in an attempt to control the chaos, but to little avail.

The cop instinctively flinched as a garbage can was thrown directly above him, followed swiftly by jeers and insults as the horde drew closer.

"We want Satan!"

"Stop protecting fakes!"

The policemen grit their teeth and hunkered down in front of the makeshift barricade, the last line of defense protecting this unruly mob from the home of the champ himself. Regardless of their own feelings on the man, they were preparedto defend the mansion from the oncoming hordes.

High above the riots, two bald monks shook their heads in disappointment.

"Geez, Tien. I never would have thought they'd react this poorly…"

"It makes sense, in a twisted way," Tien said sagely as his unwavering eyes stared deep into the heart of the chaos. "To them, Satan was more than a hero, he was the very simple of peace and justice. To have that stripped from them so casually and suddenly would decimate them."

"Still, to think Vegeta would do this so suddenly, without asking any of us first…"

"I'd be more surprised if he thought of anyone but himself first," Tien scoffed at the thought.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," the shorter monk sighed before returning his gazy to the chaos below. "Still, we should probably do something about that. It is kind of our fault for letting it get to this point, after all, don't ya think?"

"Hm. I suppose we should, Krillin," Tien agreed, before the two of them leaped down.

It took a moment for the crowd to notice them, but soon a few rioters shouted out in shock at the two floating men above them. All at once, the crown silenced. Whether it be more from awe or fear, none could say.

"Attention, people of this city," The taller man boomed down upon them as quietly yet as authoritatively as he could. He could see the fear in their eyes; after what Vegeta did, he did not want to give them any more reason to fear them. "I know that recent events have shaken you to your very core, but this is not the way to deal with these revelations."

The mob might as well not have heard this speech, as they stared at the strange, floating men. Several fell flat down on their asses, gawking and pointing shaking fingers at them. "They're… they're coming for revenge!" One man cried out, backing up as tears began to fall from his eyes.

The shorter bald monk sighed. Was he really that frightening? "Hey, look, we're not here for revenge or whatever," Krillin explained, giving a goofy grin as he rubbed the back of his head. "We just don't think this is the right thing to do, is all."

An awed silence was the response. Tien looked down at his fellow monk. Whether or not it was intentional, Krillin's easy going tone would probably help calm people down better. Goku must have really rubbed off on the man. Still, it just wasn't Tien's style.

"Return back home," Tien said simply. "The true world savior will have a press conference soon enough. Do not do anything to bring shame to his deeds." With that, he and Krillin lifted off before blasting away from the carnage.

The cops and protesters left behind stared slack jawed at the departing super men. For one reason or another, though, be it fear or guilt, the rampaging mob lost all of their willpower and began breaking up.

Meanwhile, a ways back behind the barricade, hiding before a pillar was a young teenage girl in a heavy jacket and hoodie. Although she had wanted to get away, far away from her home, the bloodthirsty mob had put a stop to her escape plan. In her attempts to get away from both her home and the crowd, however,she had witnessed the two strange flying men.

Although she had seen another flying man before at the anniversary celebration that kickstarted this whole thing, there was something strange about those men, as if they were… more normal. More human. More… achievable.

Videl Satan had spent her life in pursuit of becoming the strongest. For most of it, she had thought she only had to surpass her dad, that she had already become one of the best fighters. But now, to see so many people more powerful than she could have possibly imagined?

Despite herself, she smirked. Perhaps… this was a test. A test to not only become the strongest, but to move past the name Satan. To become the strongest despite her father.

All she needed was to learn their secret.

"Mooooooooooooooooooooom…"

"Don't "mom" me," Chichi reprimanded, as she continued combing her blushing son's hair. "You're about to show yourself to the world. The least you can do is make yourself look presentable enough."

"Look, Chi, you're my friend, so you know I mean no offense," Bulma sighed as she looked at her friend's work. "But if he goes out like this, he won't exactly… look the part."

Gohan blushed hader as he tried to shrink away into himself, trying desperately to hide from the two women in his life's attempts to dress him up. Nevertheless, he could not escape his fate.

"What are you saying? My Gohan looks absolutely dashing!"

"Chi, look," Bulma sighed dramatically, her shoulders slumped. "A bowl cut is not "dashing" these days."

"Well then what do you-"

Gohan sighed, tuning out the argument. He had to focus on the actual trial ahead.

It was easy enough for Bulma to use her connections to arrange this press conference. What was going to be the hardest part, though, was actually getting up on stage.

He would have to address the crowd- nay, the world, and try to calm them all down.

What would he tell them? That he was hybrid alien from an extinct warrior race? That those energy blasts were, in fact, tricks? That his powers were genetic? That anyone could achieve them?

It was true that ki was technically accessible to humans- they just needed to train their bodies to withstand it. But such power would literally turn them into humans weapons. It would take a vast amount of effort for one to blow up the planet, but if nefarious ne'er do wells trained hard enough, they could potentially amass enough power to level a city. Even if that would take a while, surely the potential arms race was cause for concern? As villains trained and gained strength, the protectors would need to raise their own power to combat this menace. This arms race could prove dangerous rather quickly.

In a strange way, by stealing the credit Mr. Satan may have actually saved the world- from itself.

Gohan shook his head. No. He had to believe in humanity. It was too late to consider any other alternative.

Suddenly, he stood up, surprising the two women still arguing. He shook his head, freeing his hair from its bowl cut prison to his normal style. He smiled as best he could.

"I'm ready."

The arena was much quieter than it was a few short days ago.

No more were there calls for their hero, nor excited whispers nor chanting. Now, there was only a hushed silence as the press, the dignitaries, the honored guests awaited their savior.

Not the man they had grown accustomed to calling that, no. Now, it was a teenage boy, who had vanquished the evil bug man as a mere child with his magical powers.

The reality of what had happened weighed down upon them all.

And so, they waited. None knew what would happen or what this strange boy would say. All they knew was that the CEO of Capsule Corp, for whatever reason, had arranged this whole press conference.

No one had heard anything from the boy himself. There were reports of strange flying men flying around, breaking up riots the globe over, but no reported sightings of the mysterious Son Gohan. Martial arts historians were able to recognize the name from the famous fighter from years prior, and the general consensus was that he was the son of the previous martial arts champion Son Goku. But anything else, from where their powers came from to why they opted to live in secret till now, was unknown to them.

At last, the moment had arrived.

His entrance was none too flashy, the direct opposite of what they were used was the loud speakers with the theme song now permanently burned in everyone's minds. No more elaborate poses or fancy footwork. Not even the shining, golden, otherworldly hair some were expecting. Just a tall, skinny teenager, nervous as all hell.

Gohan took a moment to gather his were a lot more people here than he expected, and he had to fight to keep the speech he had practiced verbatim from slipping away into nothing.

Taking a deep breath, he spoke.

"Hello, people of Earth. I… am Son Gohan, and I believe I owe you an apology.

"Five years ago, with the help of my friends and father, I defeated the monstrosity known as Cell. However, despite defeating an evil monster that killed and harmed so many, I was still an eleven year old boy who just lost his father. In my grief, all I wanted was to be left alone.

"However, in my desire for peace, I have neglected my duty to all of you. I let another man take the credit for my actions, and in doing so, have unintentionally aided pulling the curtains over all of your eyes.

"I am here to inform you that, yes, I was the one who killed Cell five long years ago. And that, yes, those light attacks we used are, in fact, real, and not tricks."

With that, he raised his hand to the silent crowd and conjured up an energy ball in the palm of his hand.

"This… is ki. Simply speaking, it is the life force of every living being on earth. Including each and every one of you. Although it takes harsh training and a lot of work… This power is achievable by all."

With that, he withdrew his hand, dismissing the ball of ki in the process "I tell you this, because I realize now I was helping keep the truth of the matter from everyone. In my desire for peace and quiet, I helped keep all of humanity from realizing their full potential. But no more!

"From this day forward, I and my friends will help train capable men and women how to harness their ki. We will build dojos around the world, and teach worthy warriors their potential.

"I can not apologize enough for letting things come this far. But, with your acceptance and patience, we can help bring about a brave new world."

He stared out at the crowd, their faces still frozen at the sight of him. Sweat began to pour down his brow, as he began to mentally question his own speech and plan.

As luck would have it, Bulma herself began clapping. It was slow at first but soon the entire arena erupted in applause. He began to grin, happy that at least things had gone well enough in that regard.

With a bit more confidence, he opened the floor to questions.

"Oh, honey, I'm so proud of you!"

Gohan awkwardly rubbed the back of his head as his mother pulled him in for a bear hug. "Well, glad things went better than I expected-"

He soon felt a tug on his pants. He looked down to find the culprit was, predictably, his four year old brother, Goten. The kid was predictably not too fussed about the talking, however. "Big bro, can we play now?"

Gohan grinned, before ruffling the little kid's hair. "Later, Goten. Alright?"

Pouting, Goten nonetheless gave out a small, "Alright…"

:So, how do you feel, sweetie?" Chichi asked her eldest son, a big smile still on her face.

"A bit nervous, to be honest with you. Gonna need some time to get used to all of this, you know?"

"Well, it's still just the end of May. You still have a few months before school starts to get used to everything," Chichi said, waving her hand as if it wasn't too big a deal.

Gohan, however, blinked. "Wait. School?"

"You realize, of course, this boy just opened Pandora's box?"

"I am well aware of that, yes."

"Then what are you planning to do about this?"

"I… I'm not sure. There are certain variables that must be examined-"

"Sir, I must remind you. Flying men with superpowers have suddenly appeared and are offering to grant these destructive capabilities to whomever they see fit."

"... Yes, this could very well prove to be quite a problem."

"Your orders, sir?"

"... Investigate the matter. Don't provoke them as of yet."

"Are you wish."

The sound of footsteps and a closing door followed. The man in the chair sighed as he buried his face in his knuckles.

"You know not what you have unleashed on this world… Son Gohan"