Disclaimer: This is my disclaimer for the whole story, meaning it applies to every chapter unless I say so. I do not own Dragon Ball Z, and some things mentioned will be taken directly from the anime.

Introduction

Outside the large Capsule Corporation building, a group of 10 people were gathered. To anyone that saw them, they would look like a odd bunch. A famous inventor, his wife and their blue haired daughter. The daughters son was in her mothers hands, and the boy's father was leaning up against a tree. Standing beside them was a short bald man, a child, a talking pig and a famous baseball player. Last was the purple haired teen who was saying his goodbyes.

"I'm really proud of you son."

"Thanks Mom." Turning away from the blue haired woman, the young man turned to his father, who acknowledged him with a nod. The young man got into a machine, which was known to all present as a time machine.

They all headed home. This was the beginning.

"Mom! Please let me train. I promise I'll have finished the calculus textbook by tomorrow night. Please let me!" The child of 11 pleaded on, but his mother was unrelenting.

"Gohan, you will finish that text today. You can train tomorrow, you know I give you Saturdays off for a reason." Sighing the boy set down to work.

'Maybe,' he thought, ' if I finish early I can still train today!' So on he worked, and soon he had in fact finished the heavy book. With his work out of the way now he could train, train hard.

Once outside, Gohan started rising his ki. Jet black hair became a glowing blonde, and onyx eyes changed to bright turquoise. This was super saiyan. This is how he defeated the 'great' cell. Hours on end the unbelievably buff 11-year-old boy fought on. A 10 mile run, 2000 push ups and 2000 sit-ups was his cool down as he grew hungry. He was a half saiyan; food was his life. He ate enough for 5 grown men, and to his sadness, he was still hungry that night.

As days passed, and turned to months the boy became stronger, smarter, and well he even ate more. This seemed to be a schedule for the boy; he would study, train and eat. On occasion, he would fly to the next town over to see the little girl he once saved. They would joke and play for hours, and he would even teach her martial arts. Once the sun started to set they would head home, after promising to play sometime, maybe in the next week, may the next month.

He had aged one year, then soon another. And now, surrounded by family and friends, he was blowing out the candles on his 15th birthday cake.

A/N: This is my first story in years, and my first DBZ story, so any help is appreciated. Oh, and if anyone is quite familiar with DBZ and knows how much description to put into a story, I'd love a beta :D hint, hint … and reviews are nice too :D

Thanks ;)

Without Author Notes: 410 words (yes I realize it is short)