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Chapter III
Akira pulled his weary body from the mat, and looked around him. The room was silent, and people stood in awe of his fight with Gohan. Speaking of Gohan, where was he? He looked at the wall where Gohan's back was facing. One problem with this was there was no longer a wall there. Dust floated around the scene, and the wooden walls lay in splinters. All Akira could think was "OOPS!"
Akira pulled himself up, which astounded the rest of the room, who expected him to have collapsed from exhaustion. He walked 'through' the wall, and looked at the mound of rubble that he had caused. Still, Gohan could not be seen. Akira began to desperately dig into the rubble, searching for what could have been his first friend.
Suddenly, a dusty, and slightly bruised hand appeared among the wood. Akira had hope, and threw away as much of waste as he could until he found the body of Gohan. He was unconscious, but breathing. Immediately, Akira lifted up Gohan's training shirt to see the damage Akira had caused. Just below his right ribs, there was a massive purple bruise, tender to touch. Before this could be treated, he needed to wake him. Near a sink in the corner was a glass of water. Akira rushed to it, and took it to Gohan. Sprinkling some on his face, Akira gently slapped Gohan on the cheek, and Gohan began to stir.
His eyes weakly opened, and he rolled onto his side. Gohan was awake, and by the looks of it, OK! He didn't stand up yet, and Akira found it the best moment to begin interrogation.
"Gohan, are you OK?" Akira asked him, trying to ensure Gohan's well-being.
"Well, I feel like I've got two broken ribs. My arm is full of splinters, and I've got a massive headache. However, for a person who has just been kicked through a wall, I feel OK!" The sarcastic reply of Gohan made Akira chuckle slightly.
"I'm sorry. I'm quite strong for my age." Akira told Gohan. Gohan jokingly glared at Akira.
"Strong! STRONG! You're a goddamn human wrecking ball. If I had realized, I would have used en..." Gohan stopped himself quickly before he reveled a secret. Akira sensed an opening.
"What, you would have used energy attacks?" Akira asked, smirking at his own intelligence. Needless to say, Gohan's jaw dropped.
"How do you know that?" Gohan asked, shaking in sheer horror. Akira was pleased at his assumption skills.
"Well, let's just say, I kinda know your father." Akira assumed again. Gohan was terrified. "How the hell does he know all this?" Gohan thought.
"Tell me how you know my father." Gohan asked quite forcefully. Akira let out a humorous grin.
"I'll gladly tell you how I know your father, but do I have to tell you in the settings of the GIRL'S CHANGING ROOM!" Akira shouted. Gohan let out a cheeky smile, and stood up.
"OK then, let's fly out of here." Gohan said, and walked out of the hole with Akira chasing after him. The people still training in the gym looked on in amazement as a boy who was just knocked out walked out of the building.
Akira quickly ran in the boys changing room, and grabbed his bag, before following Gohan into the yard. Gohan looked at Akira.
"Right, ready to fly?" Gohan asked Akira.
"So, is your mum picking us up, or are we getting the bus, or what?" Replied Akira. Gohan looked bewildered.
"Akira. Did you not just hear me say fly?" Gohan answered. Akira began to silently laugh. "Maybe he did hit his head to hard?" Akira thought, still laughing on the inside.
"Gohan, there is a little known fact that's been around for a long, long, time. HUMANS CAN'T FLY!" Akira shouted. Gohan realised what was going on.
"Sorry. I thought if you knew about energy attacks, then you would probably know about flying. My bad. Don't worry, you can use the nimbus." Gohan replied, before shouting. "NIMBUS!" His voice echoed off the wall, as a small yellow cloud flew in from the sky. All Akira could do was stare in amazement. "Hop on." Gohan told him. "Old Nimbus won't drop you." This only shook Akira up more.
"I'd feel a bit more comfortable if he wasn't old." Akira told him. Gohan could not reply, as he shot off into the distance. The golden cloud saw this, and shot after him, Akira clutching for his life, and screaming from fear.
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The Nimbus cloud silently screeched to a halt outside a house. Numerous people had hammers, nails, and planks of wood, and where repairing a large hole in the house. They recognised Gohan, but when they saw Akira, they looked and smiled. They knew what was going on.
Gohan dropped to the floor. Akira jumped off the Nimbus, slightly shaken from the ride. Everyone wandered into the house.
"Come on, Akira. I'll introduce you to the gang." Akira just nodded, and followed Gohan into the house.
Around a small coffee table sat numerous people. The coffee table was littered with magazines of varying quality. Akira was slightly suspicious, but Gohan was at ease.
"Everyone, this is Akira. Akira that is Master Roshi," pointing to a balding man with oversized spectacles. "This is Bulma," showing him a woman with turquoise hair. "The boy on her lap is Trunks" pointing to a small boy with lilac hair. "That's Vegeta. He's a Saiyan, like me," pointing to a man with hair in spikes with reminded Akira of the dreams. " These two are Yamcha, and Tien. Yamcha is a human, like you, and I'm not sure about Tien," Yamcha had scars across his face, and Tien had no hair, and three eyes! "And this is Krillin, he is also human." Krillin had no hair, and no nose! "Weird." Akira thought.
"So Gohan. Why did you bring him here?" asked Tien "I mean, he didn't kick you through a wall."
"Actually, I did." Akira broke in. The gang looked at Akira in pure disbelief. Whispers went round the room, as Akira, and Gohan stood in silence.
"So, tell us why you are here then. We aren't psychic, ya know!" Vegeta asked Akira in a scornful tone. This made Akira's blood boil.
"Listen, you spiky haired, self obsessed freak. I've just started school today. My bag feels like it's got the moon in it, I kicked Gohan through a wall, then I come here, and discover that there are things called Saiyans, and I meet a guy with oversized glasses, a guy with three eyes, and another guy with no nose! I think I'm allowed to be a teeny weenie bit stressed at the minute. Gohan, would you kindly take over, before I have a fatal heart attack." Akira breathed heavily, and Gohan grinned. Vegeta was put in his place.
"Sure, Akira. Sit down." He replied. "Listen, earlier today, I received a psychic message from my father, telling me he was the one we need to save the world. Also, while we where fighting, Goku told me to put my guard up. Akira's energy surge was so powerful. I brought him here to train him." The warriors looked upon Akira, with a gleam which had not been seen since mirai Trunks' had arrived on Earth. "He knows about energy attacks, so it's not gonna take that long to train him." Vegeta looked on curiously.
"Listen Gohan, we all know felt that power level. You are one of the most powerful beings in the universe. Why not you?" Gohan felt the jealousy radiating from Vegeta.
"It's got more to do than fighting. It's destiny, and it can't be avoided." Gohan answered.
"Can I ask something?" Roshi broke in. Gohan nodded his approval. "Akira, what energy attacks can you do?" Akira smiled.
"Get me a plank of wood, set it up against that wall, and I'll show you." He replied. Krillin went to get the plank of wood. Once it was set up, Akira stood. "I know I'm only a beginner, so it shouldn't even pass through the wood." He held out his arms in front of him, before bringing them to right waist. Some of the gang realised what he was about to do, and left for the safety of the other side of the room. Bulma sat with Trunks under a door frame, leaving only Gohan and Vegeta at the table, with Roshi hiding under it. "KAME," Akira said loudly, a small ball of white light appeared in his cupped hands. "HAME," he said louder again. The small ball of white light grew larger, and powerful. The gang felt an energy surge from Akira, which was an unbelievable jump. Gohan and Vegeta had no choice but leave the table for safety. "HAAAAAAAAAA!" Akira screamed while thrusting his arms forward. The ball of light formed a powerful beam which lit up the room with it's awesome glow. This blast of light lasted a number of seconds, in unison with Akira's screaming.
Suddenly it halted. Akira stood with his arms in front, trying to catch his breath. The gang emerged from their various hiding places to view the damage. A hole was singed through the wood, as well as the wall. Through the hole, a palm tree stood uprooted outside from the blast. Roshi looked angry.
"LOOK WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO MY HOUSE! MY PRIZE WINNING PALMTREE IS DEAD! WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF?" Akira just stood there, wide eyed, with his hand across his mouth in shock. When he could finally speak, all he could say was
"OOPS." This enraged Roshi even more. Gohan stepped in at just the right time.
"Akira, don't you have to get home. The Nimbus will take you. Bye." Gohan said rapidly, trying to ensure that Roshi didn't have the chance to pursue his anger. Akira laughed heavily, as he and Gohan stepped outside. "Don't worry about it. We will sort Roshi out." Akira couldn't stop laughing, but before he could say goodbye, the Nimbus took off, Gohan chuckling behind at Roshis'.
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Sometime between Roshis' and his home, Akira realised the decision he had to make. It would change his life forever, and it would upset one set of people dearly. This was all he could think about.
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