A Day In The Life of The Great Saiyaman

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A Day In The Life of The Great Saiyaman is a short special set within the Dragon Ball universe.
==Story==
Gohan planted his feet firm on the rocky ground of the canyon that surrounded him. He breathed in, deeply anticipating the last battle that was ahead. Sweat and a little bit of blood ran down his face. His gi was all torn up. He exhaled.
In the distance, Gohan saw Piccolo powering up. 
"Now for the real show to begin," Gohan remarked to himself. He tapped into his mystic ki as Piccolo flew off like a speeding bullet. As the Namekian closed the distance, the canyon began to shine brightly from Gohan's energy.
Inches away, Piccolo threw a right hook that Gohan dodged with grace. Their eyes locked onto each other even if for a split-second until Gohan counterattacked with a blow to the stomach. The gut-punch was followed by a swift kick to the head. The force was so great that it hurled the dazed Namekian into the side of a plateau, causing much of it to crumble.
Gohan flew to the site of the collapse, but Piccolo suddenly rose up from the rubble and soared to the sky. The half-Saiyan smirked. Piccolo fired a Masenko wave so great that one could see the energy spawn for miles. Gohan evaded the wave milliseconds before it made contact.
As Gohan made a speedy approach into the sky in retailiation, Piccolo swiftly threw out a kick that Gohan, in equal speed, blocked. Soon after, the two continuously traded blows with each other at lightning speeds.
The shockwaves erupted the surrounding landscape, causing much of the wildlife as well as a few sightseers to flee the turbulent area.
With every strike and jab, the winner of the fight became more and more clear. Gohan was not letting up while Piccolo steadily grew exhausted. Once fatigue fully clamped down its claws on the Namekian, Gohan wrapped his arm around Piccolo's neck in a tight fashion. 
"You ready to tap out, buddy?" Gohan asked.
No, he was not. Gohan's guard was only partially down, but that's all that Piccolo needed to get out of the headlock. His eyes glowed and then they shot out Eye Laser blasts at Gohan; point blank range.
The surprise ki blasts launched the half-Saiyan down to the ground, leaving a large cloud of dust.
Piccolo slowly descended to the ground while catching his breath. As he walked toward the dissipating dust cloud, he said, "You've made outstanding progress, Gohan. At your best, I am in no way a match for you."
Gohan sat up from the crash and gave a few coughs from the dust. Piccolo lent a hand. "But even I can still turn the tables of a fight, from just a moment of distraction."
Gohan took the hand and got up. Dusting himself off, he replied, "Yeah, I get it. Never go off-guard."
"Never."
"Well, thanks for the sparring session, Piccolo!"
"Be sure you tell Videl and Pan I said 'hi'."
"Will do."
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Gohan flew through the glistening skies, feeling the rushing wind blow through his hair and face. He had changed into more formal wear during his flight. A suit and tie as well as dress pants. He cleaned up well.
As he flew home, Gohan carried a pink box full of doughnuts for Videl to enjoy... mostly. He helped himself to one double chocolate doughnut on the way. Who wouldn't?
Touching down at his house, Gohan knocked on the door.
"Hey, honey!" he announced. "I'm back and I brought donuts. Piccolo says hello."
A few moments later, Goku answered the door.
"Hey, Gohan!" he gladly responded. "Thanks for the donuts."
Gohan taken aback from the surprise appearance of his father said, "Those aren't—what are you doing here?"
Videl popped out from Goku's back like she was in on the scheme. Her smile was suspect. Goku eagerly took the box off Gohan's hands and took it to the kitchen.
"Your dad brought home some donuts for us," Goku said in the background. "Want some?" 
Pan giggled ever so loudly in response. Videl walked up to her husband as he was still left in bewilderment.
"What's going on here?" he asked.
"I asked your dad if he could watch our daughter for the day," she replied.
"Is this because of our wedding anniversary? That isn't until tomorrow."
She embraced her husband. "I know, but I want our day of endearment to start today rather than tomorrow."
He hugged her back. "It's not really a day of endearment if it's two days."
"Alright, smarty-pants. Two days. Please?"
She pouted like a sad puppy. So eventually, Gohan gave in and said, "Alright."
Videl clapped her hands excitedly and went to grab her coat. Gohan scratched his head wondering what was in store for the day and then he heard a loud splat. It came from the kitchen.
Gohan and Videl went to investigate the scene and lo and behold, Goku and Pan were having a food fight with the doughnuts. The two rascals didn't even pay any mind to their spectators. The kitchen was a mess with chocolate frosting and large pastry crumbs. 
Gohan and Videl's mouths remained agape.
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Later, the husband and wife went out to the greater Satan City metropolitan area for their day of endearment. The first thing they did was see a movie in the downtown area. The Peacemaker was the name of it. 
The movie chronicled the life and journey of a village diplomat named Hesperin and his little sister Marinoa. There was nothing like dealing with the militaristic toils of the Red Ribbon Army. Much of the village was already decimated by the army. But Hesperin's continued efforts to bring about peace and unite against tyranny spurred a novel movement against the Red Ribbon Army.
He managed to unite neighboring villages against the army and push a reinforced assault. They found much initial success, but the end result of their assault turned tragic when General Blue and his regiment of men rolled in.
Gohan and Videl were initially angry about the sullen ending of the movie, but it didn't last. They both took comfort in the defeat of the Red Ribbon Army, Dr. Gero, and Cell.
That wasn't the case for another woman in the theatre. Far from it. This orange-haired woman bawled her eyes out.
"I HATE THIS WORLD!" she yelled. The woman ran out of the showing room; anguished. Some people laughed it off while others denounced her as a lunatic. Everyone else brushed it off and moved along. Didn't care whatsoever.
Videl looked at Gohan and he looked back with the same concerned eyes.
"Should we do something?" she asked.
"She could be in the middle of a psychotic break," Gohan replied. "I think we oughta."
"A psychotic break? She could just be going over-the-top, Gohan."
"Maybe. But what if she isn't? It can't hurt to ask, right? Hopefully, she didn't run off to far."
They left the showing room and then perused the outside halls. After about ten minutes of looking, they decided to stop.
Gohan and Videl were exiting the main theatre lobby when they heard the woman's bathroom door swing open hard. The door hit the wall like a sledgehammer and left a dent in it.
It was her.
She tore down the lobby for the exit. This was until she saw Gohan and Videl. Her tears were wiped away and she became elated with joy.
She ran to her high school friends and said, "Gohan! Videl! I missed you guys so much!"
They looked at each other and came to a stark realization.
"Angela!?" they said in unison.
Angela hugged them tightly. She then spoke really fast, "Man, I hate this world sometimes. Seeing you two was the best part of my week. My husband is an absolute bastard! You guys look great, though. How's your father doing, Videl?"
"He's fine."
"How come you called your husband a bastard?" Gohan asked.
The mention of her husband rattled her. "Because he is! Can you believe he left me for another woman who would fulfill his sick juju?"
Honestly, as sad as it was to say, they could. Pretty easily, in fact.
"What was it?" he asked.
Angela began to cry. "He left me because I wouldn't agree to fart in his face! It's disgusting."
...
They did not see that one coming. Gohan had no relevant advice to give. He was stunned, quite simply.
Videl was stunned too, but if you looked at her face, you'd see she was trying to hold back a laugh.
So since they had no real answers to give, Gohan and Videl decided to just let her tag-along for ice cream. They let her talk out her situation through many tears, outbursts, and a couple thrown ice cream cones; one of which nearly hit a kid.
At the end of it all, though, Gohan saw that Angela just needed someone else to talk to. And no one got hurt. Thankfully.
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In the afternoon, Gohan and Videl walked by the city museum which was under heavy investigation. The scene of a crime. Their plans for the museum were essentially derailed.
Gohan looked at his watch. "Hey Videl, think we should go soon?"
Nope, she was busy talking with the commissioner. Videl learned from him that a woman robbed the museum of a newly shipped crown worth approximately 53,148,000 yeni.
"How did she get away?" Gohan overheard Videl say.
"It was as if she had the power to control the gravity of other objects," the commissioner answered. "Come see for yourself."
"Alright," Videl said. She looked at Gohan and motioned for him to follow her.
Investigating a crime scene! Not really Gohan's idea of fun during a day of endearment. But he nonetheless followed his wife into the museum.
He followed her and the commissioner down two hallways and then they stood before two security guards and a wooden case floating in mid-air.
"They've been floating up there for forty-four minutes now," said the commissioner. Before long, however, both the men and the case fell to the ground with a loud thud.
"Forty-five minutes and the spell wore off," Videl observed.
"Security footage showed a woman with neon blue hair and a black jumpsuit did this," said the commissioner.
"APB?"
"Done already."
"What else can we do?"
"That's what we're trying to figure o-ut."
"Gohan?"
Gohan was now the one who made the disappearing act. He stood on the roof of the museum looking out into the sun. With his sunglasses, helmet, and superhero costume on, Gohan became the Great Saiyaman!
He veered up and saw a foreign object floating up toward the stratosphere. The half-Saiyan flew skyward to get a closer look.
Gohan maneuvered about the clouds and the foreign object became clear. It was a bus full of people.
"Hey! It's the Great Saiyaman from the movie!" said a hostage.
As the people clamored for their hero, Gohan looked out across the horizon, horrified. Cars and other vehicles littered the skyline. Many of them containing people.
Gohan quickly looked back at the bus and noticed the woman herself was on board. The top half of her face was obscured by a large fedora, but he wasn't fooled. Gohan recognized her jumpsuit and her demeanor was far too calm and collected.
"Hey, Gohan!" shouted a distant voice. Gohan winced in fear. Someone else knew his secret identity. He pounded his fist against his head in a rhythmic manner. He should've stayed out of this mess and let the police do their job.
Gohan wrestled with the thought of his family being in danger because of his outed identity. But all of the paranoia turned out for naught as it was just Goten and Trunks.
The tykes came up to Gohan and asked him what he was up to.
Not now. He couldn't take any more drama. But then he got an idea.
Gohan hunched down, making Goten and Trunks lean in for a secret.
"I need your help," Gohan relayed.
"What's the payback?" Trunks replied.
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"What do we get in return for helping you?"
Gohan's face burned with anger. He violently whispered, "Seriously!? People's lives are in danger right now!"
Trunks scratched the back of his head, feeling a tad bit ashamed. Goten eyes then lit up like he just got his grand a-ha moment.
"You want us to carry these cars down to the ground, right?" he asked.
"Yes! They are going to fall any second now and we can't have them cause any collateral damage. Too much is at stake."
The rogue woman in the bus tipped her fedora and smirked. Only mere seconds later did she smash her adjacent window to make her escape. She used her gravitational prowess to fly away at booming speed.
"Think of this as a race," Gohan added. "Whoever carries down the most vehicles to the ground wins."
Goten and Trunks both relished the spirit of rivalry and they both transformed into Super Saiyans.
Once the vehicles began to fall, the competition commenced. Gohan estimated about fifty-five vehicles were airbound; with more than half of them containing people.
Trunks got the first leg up by carrying eight cars in each arm. Goten trailed behind with seven cars in tow in each arm.
Mind you, all of this was happening while the vehicles were falling at near terminal velocity.
The incessant cries of the helpless fueled Gohan's rage. There were still twenty-five vehicles left. Many lives hanging in the balance. If even one life was lost, then the thief won.
No way in hell was that gonna happen.
Gohan powered up. His mystic ki illuminated the city. He raised and altered his voice to his Great Saiyaman persona.
"I am the hero of justice! I never forgive evil! I am Great Saiyaman!"
He became a roaring wind, rapturing the remaining vehicles in freefall. Goten, Trunks, Videl, and the rest of the general populace were stunned by Great Saiyaman's surreal speed. Even Goku felt it miles away.
All vehicles were returned to the surface.
"Man, he really blew us out of the water," Trunks said. Goten nodded.
Gohan touched down to the ground with the boys. Some of the civilians came out of their cars to thank their heroes. Everyone else ran away, consumed by hysteria.
"That was awesome," Goten relayed.
Trunks made off with a pose, putting his fists at his sides and squinting his eyes. He saw the headlines already. The Great Saiyaman And The Two 'Golden' Fighters Save The Day.
"This isn't over yet," Gohan said in his altered voice. He soared for the sky and flew west; the same direction that the perpetrator went.
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"Log #169. I have the crown. But I don't know at what cost. I've never been in such a high-profile situation. I'm hoping that this doesn't go south for me. I need this buyout. I am approaching... dammit! Great Saiyaman is on my tail! Log over! Bouyancer out!"
"Bouyancer, huh?" Gohan remarked as he slowly closed the distance. "Your days of evil are over."
"Please. I need this money for me and my brother. Just let me go."
"I can't do that, Miss. You've endangered the lives of nearly a hundred people just so you can get away with a rare crown."
"Fine! I gave you a chance to run away!"
Bouyancer pulled out her MP5 submachine gun from a back cargo pocket. She turned her body, facing Gohan while still flying the same direction. And she fired away like no tomorrow.
Gohan caught all of the bullets with a single hand until the magazine was empty. The distance was closed. Gohan slapped the gun out of her hands.
"It's over," he relayed.
"Is it?"
She grabbed Gohan's abdomen, putting him under the effects of her spell. He felt himself lose connection with the Earth's gravitational pull. It felt as if he became a lazy bubble, just floating on by. He held onto her out of instinct.
"Hey, let go!"
"Not until you get rid of whatever hex you put on me."
"It won't wear off until about forty-five minutes later. But it's going to be even longer if you keep holding on to me."
"Well, if that's the case, then I'm going to have to create my own gravity."
"...what?"
Gohan focused his ki to the center of his body. He breathed in and out slowly.
"There's no such thing as 'creating your own gravity'. Let go of me!"
He felt a sense of pull again, but it was different from the planet's. A faint yellow aura surrounded Gohan and he broke free from Bouyancer's spells.
"As I said, it's over."
Bouyancer was taken back to Satan City to be dealt with by the authorities. Gohan gave a sigh of relief after a job well done. He changed back into his normal suit and tie with dress pants.
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Gohan and Videl returned home with spiraling inhibitions. They dreaded what awaited them behind the door. The exterior of the home wasn't in utter disrepair so that's a good sign. Still, there was no telling what Goku and Pan did to the interior.
Gohan reached into his pocket for the key, but it wasn't there. Neither was it in the other one.
"You have the key?" he asked.
"Yeah," she confirmed. She took it out of her pocket and gave it to the lock. "You ready?"
After a long deep breath, Gohan said, "Let's go."
The door was unlocked and the couple was... welcomed to a clean house? Kitchen was clean. Living room was clean. There was no evidence of any messes or incidents.
So they nodded their heads in unison. Goku and Pan left the house long ago. The couple looked throughout their house and their suspicions were confirmed.
They met back in the living room. Then, they smelled something delectable. Like someone was out grilling.
Gohan and Videl went to the back of the house and the smell grew stronger. Now they went to the backyard. In the distance, about half a mile away, a trail of smoke could be seen in the meadows.
Looking at the source of the smoke were flames. Two people sat beside it.
Gohan and Videl glanced at each other. Without having to say anything, they agreed to get a closer look at the bonfire.
They didn't have to go very far, though. Instead, they got a front-row seat to grandpa and his granddaughter enjoying cooked tuna under the evening sun.
==Trivia==
This takes place a good while after The Good Father.
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