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Like every Gohan/Videl fic it takes place after the Cell saga.

Videl watched silently as the three men approached her and the wounded girl next to her. All three had guns and while she could probably wrestle the gun away from one of them, the other two would shoot more holes in her than Swiss cheese. She knew she was in real trouble but she refused to allow the men the victory of seeing her scared.

As far as she could tell they were nothing but low level enforcers for one of the many crime bosses around Satan City. She found them kicking the girl she held in her arms behind a building run by the boss. If she had to guess by the girls foreign appearance the girl was one of the women from foreign countries that the Crime bosses smuggled into the country with the promise of a better life. The bosses men would then force the woman to work for them as cheap hookers or other demeaning laborers.

Based on her treatment Videl could only guess that the woman had done something to anger the boss or one of the men. She'd jumped down to rescue the woman and had knocked out two of the men but the other three had gotten there guns out and she was pretty much helpless.

Just as she thought she was dead, a man appeared in front of her. There seemed to be a golden mist on energy around him, combined with small bits of lightning, with it's own small wind pushing the garbage in the alley away from him. The wind wasn't the only thing that was pushed away from him though. Fear radiated from him like heat from a furnace.

Teal eyes bore into the eyes of the man in the middle paralyzing him like a rodent before a viper. The other two brought there automatic weapons to bear and emptied the clip at the man. Videl screamed a warning but the other man ignored her. His arms disappeared for several seconds and when they reappeared the men were out of rounds and he didn't have a mark on him.

He opened his hands and showed everyone several crushed bullets. He lifted his hands up and tossed the bullets at the men. Though the throw looked casual, the bullets flew at breath taking speeds and ripped apart the two men who had fired them, as if they were fired from a shotgun at close range. Two dead bodies hit the pavement staining the pavement red.

The man in the middle hadn't moved while his two friends were destroyed, but now he backed up until he hit the wall behind him, his eyes wide with fear.

The man who had rescued her spoke in a harsh mocking voice, "What's the matter criminal? You started this game and now you don't want to play any more. You were enjoying yourself before when you were scaring the hell out of those two girls."

The man against the wall was clearly freaking out, and he barely managed to stutter out, "Tha-That's enough, I understand."

The man who rescued her advanced on her would be attacker like a wolf with a rabbit dead to rights, and said, "Enough? It's only enough because you're losing. You're going to have to finish what you started."

Her would be attacker turned and fled down the alley, not even caring that he was going towards a dead end.

Her rescuer gave a harsh laugh and said "Here's a little going away present for you."

A blue ball of light appeared in his hand, and it leapt like a bullet at her attacker. It hit him just as he reached the wall at the end of the alley. The resounding release of energy stole her breath. It hit her like a punch to the gut and she had to close her eyes to keep her sight.

When she could finally see again she saw that the wall hadn't been destroyed. It was charred black with a silhouette of a man painted in red blood. She fought to keep her dinner on the inside and watched her rescuer's legs tense like he was going to jump.

He then turned around confused about something. One of the two attackers she'd knocked out before was starting to come out of it. He struggled to stand up and looked for his buddies before he saw the two bodies of his comrades and went very pale.

Her rescuer advanced on the man she'd knocked unconscious. This man pulled his gun, pointed it at her, and his trigger finger twitched. Videl closed her eyes expecting to feel the burning pain of getting shot.

After several seconds of not feeling anything, she looked up and saw the man with his hand still in the air like he was holding a gun. The problem for her would be murderer was that the gun was in her rescuer's hand. How it happened she wasn't sure and apparently neither was her attacker.

Her rescuer held the gun in one palm before clenching his fist and crushing it into a small heap of scrap metal. He dropped it to the ground of the alley.

He continued his advancement slowly, like a predator that enjoys playing with his food, and said, "You should have stayed down. You were so pathetic I couldn't even sense you. If you would have been smart, you would have escaped with your life."

Her attacker stood up and tried to escape but her rescuer closed the twenty foot distance between them faster than she could see. He forced her attacker to face him and drove a fist into the man's torso. Her attacker's blood decorated the wall behind him like a cheesy horror movie. His body was released and it hit the ground with a dull thud, a hole the size of a record in it's chest.

Her rescuer looked down at her final attacker and with complete and total detachment brought his boot down on the man's head. Blood and brain-matter soup spilled out onto the pavement and her rescuer flew into the sky without so much as a 'by your leave.'

The police arrived a few minutes later and wanted to know what happened. Videl couldn't tell them the truth without reserving a prolonged stay in a padded room, so she pretended to go into shock. It wasn't all acting, she was actually really freaked out by what she'd seen. She hadn't seen someone dish out death to an armed opponent with such ease since Cell had beaten the red ribbon army like a rented mule.

Gohan groaned as his tail accidentally brushed against a sharp rock. It had grown back just recently and his power level had increased because of it. The tails of sayians weren't just weak spots or the key to transform into the oozaru form. They also granted a significant energy boost. The down side was that if an enemy grabbed the tail the saiyan was helpless.

With Goku gone and Gohan nearing the age of manhood, he needed someone to talk to about "Guy Stuff". It was when he was looking for someone to talk to he came to the conclusion that there weren't a lot of men in his life that could understand him. Krillen was human and, well, Krillen. Yammcha, Tien, and Chaotzou weren't saiyans and gone most of the time. Piccolo was a Namekian and even further away from a saiyan than the human Z fighters. That pretty much left Vegeta.

To say that Vegeta was not happy about giving Gohan The Talk was something of an understatement. He was deranged, but Bulma eventually wore him down. At first he was cold and difficult, but as they moved past the physical aspect and into the emotional aspect of Saiyans, Vegeta became more and more able to have a conversation.

From Gohan's perspective learning about his heritage was a dream come true. A part of him that he'd always been confused and slightly scared of unleashing was coming out more and more. Gohan was willing to admit that it wasn't his human side that had defeated Cell.

Their conversations led to a sort of friendship. It would have been natural for Vegeta to step into Goku's shoes and become Gohan's father figure but they both knew that would never happen. Gohan was too mature after all of his battles and Vegeta lacked the warmth and friendliness that Goku had in spades.

So they became friends, even if Vegeta refused to admit it, and sparring partners. Vegeta became more willing to bend on smaller issues after spending time with Gohan, and Gohan developed more of the mental state and pride of the saiyan race.

He had explained his desire to burn off the excess power he had burning in him even after a long training session and so he'd flown through the city not with his normal flight but with his ki firing out his feet like rocket boosters. Cars shivered and clattered as he blasted past, before he heard an evil chuckle that reminded him of Cell.

The massacre that followed was a sick and twisted tribute to both his father and his saiyan ancestors. Yeah he had protected the innocent, done the right thing and saved the girls from being raped and possibly killed, his father would have been proud of him, but he had also slaughtered them without remorse, tasting their blood in the air and feeling his own run inside of him at the prospect of another conquest, even if it was just a fight against a couple of losers in an alley.

If Gohan had taken one thing from his fathers death it had been that those who prey on the week did not deserve a second chance, or mercy, or even the time taken to mock their weakness. If he had been like he was before he probably would have knocked them out taken them to jail and their bosses would probably have the judge bribed and the goons back out on the street before he had finished his fly home.

So he did what he should have done with Cell, he killed them, with no emotion. If he'd been as disciplined as he should have been Cell would have been wiped out completely and his father would most likely still be alive. It was a weight that dragged on him as he went about his days of training and learning, but like Piccolo's weights it made him stronger.

He groaned at the prospect of tomorrow. It was his first day of school, not because he desired to go but his mother was dead and he didn't plan on dishonoring her by ignoring her last wish. The thought of sitting in a building with thousands of pathetic humans made him want to energy volley the entire damn city but for his late mother he'd give it his best effort.

Yes Gohan's talk with the criminals is almost exactly the same as Vegeta's talk with Dr. Gero and Android 19 where he pulled off pretty much the greatest ass kicking in Television history.

http:/www . youtube . com/watch?v=t7hTyLrsXKk&feature=related

"If it isn't the ultimate tub of lard bucket of bolts", and, "Androids do experience fear" alone make it worth the five minute watch

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Yes Chichi's dead, to every true Dragon ball Z fan, all I will say is "Your Welcome."