1,652Somnus
Original Concept by: JacobKingston10
Written by: LastationLover5000 and Demod20
Let's turn back the Pendulum. To before Trunks came back seek help from his friends.
To far, far before any of the events we have just witnessed occurred.
What shaped the man who could come to be called Black?
How long had it been?
It was an odd train of thought, and not one that the Kaiō of the North gave much thought to. A clock doesn't ask the world how long it has told the time, nor should a god ask the world how long he had watched over it. This is what Zamasu thought as he drew his day's training to a close. He broke his stance, legs returning to a standing position, sliding his palms through the air to rest before him.
It wasn't a Kaiō's job to be strong, this much he knew. It was their job to overlook their part of the Universe — in his case, the Northern Galaxies — and survey the progress of the humans. And without too much arrogance, Zamasu knew he did his job well. But at the same time, developing one's skill was something that shouldn't be ignored. He'd had a drive to become stronger for several thousand years now, and the simple fact that his job was passive wouldn't allow for him to put off training.
"One thing never changes; your form is still flawless," came a female voice from his side. Zamasu turned to see a woman sitting easily on the grass of his small planet. It was one of his peers, a beautiful woman by the name of Ansu. She possessed long red hair, worn back in a ponytail, and tied at either side of her face to frame it. Her ears were pointed, and her skin a soft purple hue. Her outfit was identical to Zamasu's, only focusing on greenish yellow hues. Her emblem was emblazoned on the front. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you almost never stopped training."
Zamasu smiled a small smile. "It's nice to see you too, Ansu. Colleagues typically give a warning before dropping in, don't they?"
"Who need warnings?" replied Ansu. "Unexpected arrivals from friends makes life fun, doesn't it? We've lived far too long to worry about those little formalities."
"You would believe that," replied Zamasu, relaxing from his stance. He walked over towards Ansu, and took a seat on the stone well in the middle of his planet. It was only a short ways from his house. The planet he inhabited was by no means a large world; quaint, even. But Zamasu believed that the gods should be humble; excess extravagance was unneeded for those who oversaw the Universe. "But since you've come all this way, how can I be of help?"
"Zamasu, you're too stiff," replied Ansu, running a purple hand through the soft grass blades. "I'm merely coming over to check on how the youngest Kaiō is doing! You know how we all get; you haven't been at this as long as we have, and I want to make sure the pressure of the Northern Galaxies isn't overwhelming you." She inclined her head toward her younger colleague. Zamasu was only her junior by ten thousand years, but it was the fact of the matter that remained; out of the Kaiō that reigned over their Universe, he was the youngest and most idealistic.
"There's no pressure at all," replied Zamasu. "I've been doing this long enough, Ansu, that I don't need guidance. And I've become quite taken with the humans." He waved a hand over the water in the well, and it adjusted. His reflection vanished, and instead it showed the Northern Galaxies. Ansu, on her knees, placed her arms onto the well and rested her chin, peering over into the well.
Peering into the well, the two Kaiō saw the black canvas of their Universe, and dotting it like specks of paint were the lights of planets and stars. Zamasu looked into the well fondly, a parental smile on his face. "I've seen potential in the humans in my galaxies," he continued. Visions of various races swam through the well; newly evolving sapient species forming societies, holding families together. Humans eking out survival in the most difficult of conditions.
Ansu and Zamasu both took in the sight, the former with some interest. It had been perhaps 15,000 years since she'd seen her last race still in the throes of evolution; the species in her galaxies, sentient or not, had all progressed relatively well. The fact that she'd inherited the Southern Galaxies from a previous Kaiō was perhaps a contribution factor. Zamasu's quadrant, the Northern Galaxies, were the most underdeveloped of their Universe, so it made sense she would see such nascent species.
"I appreciate your concern, and the gesture isn't lost on me," said Zamasu, pulling his hands away from the well in the centre of his planet. "But watching the humans of my quadrant is actually a favorite pastime of mine. Their potential for growth is extraordinary, and I can see them becoming something impressive one day."
Ansu let out a huffy sigh, but smiled all the same. "Not only are you too stiff, I think you're a little too idealistic. Though I suppose that's one of your good traits. I've yet to meet a Kaiō as pure-hearted as you." She cast an aside-glance at the well, as if she was peering into the depths of the Northern Galaxies. "Even my predecessor Kaiō had misgivings about the humans. But if you believe you know what's best, then by all means. Just make sure it doesn't come back to bite you."
"I don't believe that's possible," replied Zamasu. "I've seen nothing but a bright future in my galaxies."
With this firm statement from her contemporary, Ansu excused herself. Zamasu resumed his training, holding tight to his confidence in the humans of the whole Universe, rather than simply his Northern Galaxies. Yet ideals ephemeral; personal beliefs which could easily be shattered or changed, depending on how one adjusted their worldview. The strength of ideals came from one's strength of character, and the very person who would test Zamasu's ideals would arrive the next day.
North Kaiō's Planet, The Next Day
There wasn't a day that passed when Zamasu could not be found training. This was as true as the fact that a planet would revolve around its star. However, the Kaiō had surprisingly interrupted his own regimen today, for a similar reason as to the previous day. He was receiving an unexpected visitor. The person hadn't arrived yet, but Zamasu could feel their ki, and it would not do for a god to be caught unprepared.
So Zamasu waited, and his patience was rewarded when, much to his surprise, a human crashed into his world from the sky. The god blinked in surprise, his grey eyes taking in the strange sight of the man who had collided headfirst into his planet.
"Excuse me...may I help you?" Zamasu inquired politely.
There was a grunting sound, as the man was attempting to force himself to his feet. Without being firmly planted into the ground, Zamasu was able to get a closer look at his uninvited guest, and to his surprise, it was a human who was far more sufficiently evolved than others in his quadrant; the body shape and clothing indicated a society with considerable history behind it. He had pale skin, narrow eyes, and long white hair. His attire was black in colour, and draped over him like robes.
It took him a minute to force himself to his feet; he hadn't been warned about the gravity on the Kaiō's planet, but it was indeed quite something. Forcing himself to stand, it took considerable control to bow before the god and then resume his standing position. "Lord Kaiō, you have my greetings," said the man though it sounded like it was a struggle to speak. "Though I am still alive, I have been granted permission by Enma Daiō to travel the pathway to your world. On my planet, I am known as a hero! I humbly request that you train me, Lord Kaiō!"
Zamasu's face lit up with an expression of curiousity, but anticipation at the possibility. "To train a human...I never though I would be presented with this sort of opportunity. This will be a fantastic chance for me to learn more about the humans I protect...and pass my teachings on into the galaxies I protect. You've made it all the way here, and have managed to stand before me despite the intense gravity on this planet. Very well," he agreed. "I will train you. But what's your name, human?"
"My deepest apologies, Lord Kaiō," said the man. "It was rude to ask for a favour without introducing myself. I am called Utsuro."
"Welcome to my planet, Utsuro," replied Zamasu cordially. "I am Zamasu, the Kaiō of this section of the Universe. I have no qualms about passing my teachings onto you, but I must ask; why do you seek strength? You told me you were called a hero."
"That is correct," replied Utsuro, forcing himself to stand again. "On my home planet, Wano, I am regarded as a hero. But there is much I wish to learn; I seek the strength to uphold my justice, and thus I turned to the gods. For my deeds, I was granted an audience with you, Lord Kaiō."
"I see," replied Zamasu, nodding firmly. "Very well. I will not question your justice; the ideals that one holds close to their heart are something to be treasured. They are what define you, shaping who you are. So take the training I will give you, and use it to carry out your justice. May the planet of Wano flourish. Come."
Amusing. That's what Zamasu had found this first test was in its most basic context. On the outside, explained without foreknowledge, none could understand the punch line of this joke. But this wasn't a preemptive choice for mockery rather than a comparison made by some Human worlds as quite entertaining; at least from what he saw.
In keeping company, the young emerald skinned Kaiō had a bulbous swine of stout posture but no real hanging fat extending from it. This was Sentetsu, the green-skinned pig whose height on all fours was just below the Glindian's hip. Due to its otherworldly nature of existing in the planes of the Afterlife, this wasn't a normal creature of livestock equivalent to Human worlds. Nay, this was a beast of impeccable velocity and durability, able to race across the beautiful green fields of the suspended planet's surface; leaving Utsuro rushing after him in a heaving panic each time.
Still, the perseverance his alleged pupil was astounding to him. Hours upon hours of near four-legged trampling he made -as if to become closer to the beast in hopes of catching it- but alas, this method proved not truly effective. In between stops, the Kaiō allowed him breaks and gave him some fruit he cultivated on his planet, along with a herbal remedied tea that was surprisingly sweet to the white-haired Human. Telling him to resume once he's finished, he didn't make idle talk to distract this man's focus.
After half a week of attempts, the man was actually able to get close to scraping the hindquarters of the racing mammal, squealing in protest as it'd dive out of the way and propel itself with unreal momentum. Seeing him doing this gave him an idea -from the look of brightening in his step and the glint in his eyes, as the Glindian could tell- as he repeated the manner in a deliberate fashion. It puzzled him why he went after it without altering his course, especially when he could tell he knew it was not a useful means.
A full day later, and he saw it.
Utsuro made a loud whistling sound as he scraped the backside of the swine yet again, provoking it to cry out in fright and began to thrust off like a comet propelling across a planet's sky. Stopping still, Utsuro squatted in place and turned around, waiting for it to do a full revolution across the planet at its breakneck speed. Just as he saw the outline of its rush from the horizon, he clapped his hands and thrust both palms out behind him...
...discharging a pair of propulsive flares of ki from his palms as his feet kicked off the ground of the dense planet. By the time Sentetsu saw the Human's fiercely grinning outline did it squeal in horror, unable to change course or slow down. The sound of thunder clapped, a gust of wind brushing across the grass and blew the Mowhawk of the Kaiō as he watched with widened eyes and a bright smile of awe. In the midst of the cloud of smoke, the impact site revealed a bruised and dirtied Utsuro, wrestling with Sentetsu in his grasp, its hooves kicking and hits snout swishing back and forth.
Finally held aloft by its hind-legs, Utsuro laughed as he held the Kaiō's pet in front of him, oblivious of his unsightly appearance after wrestling with it, "Look! I caught your pig!"
"That you have," Zamasu replied with a soft smile, chuckling with a shake of his head. "Though you didn't need to wrestle it. You're lucky you're a sturdy Human, given that my Sentetsu could've bludgeoned you severely had you been less prepared. Still, it's remarkable progress and you've passed the first test in less than a week."
"Of course!" Utsuro finally released the pig with a plop, earning a hind kick to his shin that made him yelp; falling promptly onto his face, getting dirt kicked into it after the fact.
"After you've cleaned yourself up," The Zamasu intoned with more authority. "We can begin your second test."
Dusting himself off, his desire for revenge against the super swine was stowed away in rapt anticipation of beginning the next test.
Smiling a bit mischievously the green-skinned Glindian raised his hands, as if to show something the White-Haired Human couldn't see with his slanted eyes. Placing them slowly behind his back, the tips of his boots left the planet's surface, a swirling breeze emanating from the spot of his levitation. Exerting just a fraction of his godly ki made the planet's grass blow back and Utsuruo felt an electricity in the air, reflexively settling into a squatted posture with hands clasped in a prayer stance.
"Your next test," He announced, chuckling aloud in jest. "Make me use both of my hands. I will not attack you, but in kind, you must make me defend myself seriously."
Utsuro grinned, letting his power rise up and release around in a majestic golden shine. Like that of a Bhudda, his form became a heavenly halo that emanated from him with a strong resolution and his demeanor seemed enhanced by this force he brought to the fore. The environment that was subtly hinting with influence of a higher power now visibly reacted; with sparks of gold dancing to and fro across the air, snapping around like ether-borne fireflies that twinkled around their vicinity.
It was a marvelous aura, and one that made Zamasu's eyes bright in reflection of it. Like magic, this Human continued to bring new surprises the likes of which he never saw in Creation across his domain of the Cosmos. His demeanor must have triggered something, cause the flow of white hair and the narrowing of slanted eyes was the only indicator he was going to move-
Thuum!
A reflexive swing of his arm, moving faster than his eyes briefly could track his pupil's attack. He blinked and tried to process what was a golden fist that struck from far away and up close at the same time. The illusion was uncanny, but his trained mind's eye had enabled his reaction to deflect the blow with nary but a scuff on his godly robe's left sleeve.
Renewed with clarity, he refocused his senses upon the man standing away from him, seeing his surprise that he had caught the attack. Truly it was a sneak attack that he had meant to end the battle in a single instant. Or was it just the feat itself that impressed?
"Impressive," He complimented, retracting the defending arm back behind him once again, not altering his position or his altitude a mere foot off the grassy soil. "You managed to create a wonderful technique, piercing past my own eyes in such grand speed and precision at the moment of execution. However, that didn't even faze and I'm remiss that it only took one hand to block it."
"The fact you could react without seeing it shows just how much higher you are above me, Lord Kaiō," He revered in his reply, his smile reflecting his mystification at the godly motion made before his own perspective. "I did not even see you move when I attacked."
"Seeing with your eyes is a limitation you will overcome, once you've completed your training," Zamasu inferred with assurance, his face beaming once more to invoke confidence in his pupil. "Now, come. Push yourself higher still and overcome this obstacle."
"As you command, Lord Kaiō!" Utsuro cried out, his efforts renewed and the glow of his aura heightening to a beautiful gleam for the upcoming battle.
The combat training raged on for far longer than the pupil anticipated, for that he could tell. The fluid defense of Zamasu was uncanny, capable of defending even with his means of protection kept in a disadvantageous position. This was just a taste of his teacher's true fighting potential, given the point was to make him take his assault seriously. His fighting power was far and wide leagues above most Humans he's seen from his heavenly pedestal, but it still had room to be broken down and molded into its fullest potential.
From what he experienced in the days of dealing with his method of combat, it was a combination of ki control and long-range strikes. While he was no slouch in the physical department, this means of battling wasn't altered throughout their exchange. Whether this was a lack of melee forte or realizing the gap was too wide to make the Kaiō defend seriously, he wasn't sure.
After a week, the pattern of realization came to his student once again.
In the development of a means of striking at the Green Kaiō faster, Utsuro had come up with an epiphany -similar to how he had with Sentetsu- that was shown in the slightest change in his body language and emotions. Not commenting, he just smiled a bit more and awaited to see what this plan was. He knew it was only a matter of time till this theory was put into action.
A full day later, and their battle was renewed once again.
Utsuro had opened up with his usual daily amount of golden-kikōha that mirrored the imprint of his fist. Firing them off in rapid succession, he'd appear on the outside vibrating and warping space while the air was constantly ripped asunder in its near teleportation effect the technique had on the environment. Simultaneously, the Kaiō's arm was but an invisible blur whose imprint was only seen when the crescendo of attacks were being battered in rapid pace, scuffing the sleeve and ruffling the clothes to the flecks of white bangs on the green-skinned Kaiō's head.
Today, Zamasu noticed some of the attacks were widening farther away from the reach of his arm. It was a simple thing, but it raised his attention enough to persist in parrying the attacks harder, to ensure there were no openings.
Utsuro, seeing the Kaiō narrow his lens of awareness, discharged a fist-shaped kikōha but this time made sure it missed the reach of his teacher entirely. Whipping around in an circle, it moved to hit towards the arm that hadn't been used at all in the week they've been training. Compensating for his lack of reach, Zamasu backpedaled to avoid the streaking bullet while following its path with his eyes, his arm still automatically deflecting the ceaseless punches sent his way.
Then, Utsuro shifted from his squatted stance in a sparking flash. In a propulsive thrust, he appeared just beneath the Kaiō's gaze, gaining his attention again. White hair whipped around the Human's scalp as was but a meter away, nearly hiding the broad grin on his face as his unoccupied fists palmed the ground and pushed him upward with a snap kick
Catching the toes before it struck his chin, at chest level, it wasn't until he caught on the periphery a familiar glow encroach from Utsuro's fists. An instant later, the fist-shaped kikōha were launched and a loud impact was made. In the dust that was displaced, Utsuro shared a smile with the Kaiō as he saw the left hand had turned to have its sleeve scuffed in defense of his face while keeping a grip on his foot.
"Congratulations, Utsuro," Zamasu breathed aloud, releasing his hold on Utsuro's foot and allowing him to drop to the ground with a deft back flip to his feet. "You've passed the second test, with splendid creativity no less."
"Figured that if I can't get past your defense, might as well set you just a little off balance. Can't fight that way if you're busy looking the other way, distracting that reflex of yours," Utsuro explained thus, smiling despite himself with a bit of pride at coming to this conclusion.
"Your genius precedes your talent above your peers," The Kaiō nodded with affirmation. "I'll look forward to molding you into a fine gem from the rock of your form."
"And I," The White-Haired Human palmed a clenched fist, bowing with reverence as he prostrated himself formally to his teacher more appropriately. "Will look forward to learning from your ways, venerable Kaiō."
"As do I," Zamasu grinned, pleased at this turn of events. Dropping to the ground proper, he gestured back to his home behind him on the planet. "Come, before that, let us drink."
Walking to his home, Utsuro waited outside, believing it was proper to not enter his new master's home. Once he returned but a minute later, he had a pair of what looked like sake cups. The Human, obviously accustomed to liquor of this kind exchanged where he called home, took it in with surprise and wonderment. Passing the meager sized receptacle to him, Zamasu smiled with praise, raising his cup in beckoning.
"In exchanging this sake with, I acknowledge you not only as an aspiring practitioner in the martial arts full of strength and clever wit, but confirming you as a student that I will pour my strength into with all the fiber in my being," He declared with staunch provocation.
"And I, Utsuro of Wano," The White-Haired Human replied in kind, raising his own drink but a handful of inches away from his new master's raised cup. "Will begin studying studiously under your careful watch and strict discipline. I will grow stronger from this, not for the search of power, but to also carry out my ideal of being the hero of my home. Representing you, most of all, will be my greatest privilege and honor."
A clack of the pair's cups were made, smiles exchanged and positivity gleamed in the air of the Kaiō's world. Partaking in the essence of the sake marked the symbolic beginning of their journey, and how their lives will forever be changed in the coming future. Both for better...
...and far worse than can be imagined.
A few more months had passed since Utsuro's second task had been completed. He and Zamasu continued combat training, aiming to improve his form and refine his skills. The two had reached a point that Zamasu considered Utsuro to be nearly his equal, and realised he was quickly running out of things to teach his student, much less to keep him here. And it was decided, on the next morning after the eighth month of Utsuro's training, that Zamasu would pass down to him his ultimate technique: the Celestial Slash.
"Your training with me has nearly reached its conclusion, Utsuro," explained Zamasu. "In these past few months, you've shown remarkable improvement and an incredible zeal for understanding godly teachings. I truly believed humans were something to admire, and you've shown me the traits I've come to love within those in my galaxies. As reward for such a remarkable effort, I will bestow upon you my strongest offensive technique."
Utsuro's eyes widened, before assuming a humble stance in deference to Zamasu. "To be taught your own technique after being instructed in your ways...you honour me, Lord Kaiō."
"The honour is mine," replied Zamasu. "Let me give you a demonstration," the deity waved his hand towards his planet, and motioned it in a waving pattern. The earth began to rise, taking the shape of a golem. It was limited creation — such abilities were in the purview of the Kaiō, the lesser gods of creation. Zamasu turned towards the golem, and cast his free hand to his side. A soft glow began to emanate from his wrist, enveloping his palms with a brilliant white light. "Keep your eyes on my movements." The green-skinned Kaiō shimmered forward, his movements seeming much less like physical movement and more like dissolving into energy. A violent slash cut through the golem diagonally, causing it to crumble. Zamasu shook his hand in the way someone would shake blood off a sword, facing his student once more.
"This is what you will inherit from me."
The sight of such a clean cut left Utsuro in awe. Zamasu had moved with a kind of majesty that implied he had been holding back during all of their training sessions. This man was truly someone apart from the others.
"Give me your hand," Zamasu instructed, and Utsuro extended his arm without any kind of an argument. Zamasu took Utsuro's hand in his, keeping a firm grip. "You'll find that gods have more than one way of passing down their wisdom to mortals. In this way, I impart my technique directly to you." A flash shone between their hands, and Zamasu let Utsuro's own go. The man's dominant hand was glowing a dazzling white, extending into the same blade that Zamasu had used to cut down the earthen construct. "Use this blade for the benefit of the humans, for the benefit of Wano. In your hands, let it be a righteous Excalibur that lays waste to only the wicked. With the Celestial Blade, Utsuro, I give you to your graduation...and my trust."
Zamasu had allowed Utsuro to return to the Lower Realm in full confidence that his teachings would be used for the betterment of the humans of all worlds, not simply Wano. It was perhaps because of this, that, for several years, Zamasu did not check back in on Utsuro, much less to see what had become of Wano. These were actions he would come to regret later. This folly, the sin of indifference...was what Zamasu would come to see as his greatest failure.
When the Kaiō had finally brought himself to look upon the achievements of his student, he turned to the well within the centre of his planet, and what he saw was a string of atrocities. The Northern Galaxies were stained in blood. It started with Wano, but Zamasu could see that it had spread out from this planet to multiple other planets at a rapid pace. Utsuro was at the head of this bloodstained trail, conquering planets and subjugating races under the banner of his name. Peering deeper, Zamasu saw to his horror the ease of which Utsuro had slain those who opposed him — with the very same Celestial Blade he'd bestowed upon him during their training. To make matters worse, Utsuro had gathered followers; an army of humans that saw his new way of thinking, and they themselves were aiding in his conquering of the worlds.
"What...what have I done?" Zamasu whispered to himself. Eyes dilated and his mouth pulled back in a quiver, as his usual stoicism was breaking under the strain of what his conscious mind was seeing. The inner sight -his Divine Sight- was showing him all of the horrors that were wrought, and the terror his pupil has become. Worse, the shaken demeanor revealed a pale face that he didn't recognize, one that only spoke one thing back at him from the rippling mirror.
He had failed the humans, as they have failed him.
Eight Hundred Years Later
Eight centuries separated Zamasu from the horrific incident with Utsuro. Unable to kill his own student, Utsuro was killed by the Hakaishin of their Universe. Zamasu could only watch in shame as his own student had destroyed himself, and, even with eight hundred years between himself and the horrific incident with Utsuro. He had doubled his efforts to govern his side of the Universe, and quickly became known as a Kaiō of not only prodigious fighting skill but an incredible work ethic.
And this got him noticed by the Grand Kaiōshin of their Universe.
The man was called Gowasu, a wizened Kaiōshin, known for his patience, kindness, and addiction to sweets. The man had teleported to the Northern Kaiō's planet, approaching Zamasu with a kind smile. He extended a hand towards the Kaiō, his Potara gleaming brightly. "So you're Zamasu. I've heard many stories about you. You've made a few mistakes, but you're earnest and you mean well. Why don't you come with me to the Realm of the Kaiōshin and study under me? You will become my successor."
Zamasu's eyes widened, and his face broke out into the first true smile in centuries. This...could be his chance. He could rectify his mistakes of the past by becoming a Kaiōshin. His limited position as a Kaiō was not enough., but surely, they would have the power to better the humans? Surely they would be able to enforce peace? "You want me...to come to the Realm of the Kaiōshin with you? It would be an honour! I will do my best, sir, for the peace of our universe!"
Reality hit Black like a truck, and the man sat bolt upright in the bedroom of his forest cabin. A white blanket fell from his shirtless form, soaked in sweat, and he clasped a hand to his forehead. His eyes were wide, breath horribly ragged, decorated by the voice he was still only just adjusting to. He heaved a sigh, and cast his eyes out of the window towards the wilderness, the entire nature-filled sight lit delicately by the moonlight.
Why would I dream of the past now? thought Black. He clenched his fist tightly. As if I need to reassess my determination. It started with you, Utsuro...but it will finish with Son Gokū. By my hand, all the humans will be culled.
A/N: Hello, everyone! Consider this a bonus chapter, pulled from The Future Is Black - which likely will be deleted by the time the first set of eyes read this - and added to The Erased Chronicles as a bonus chapter for December. This is a special peak at Zamasu's past, before he became Black. I have given up trying to finish the Future is Black, sadly, but I am very much fond of this chapter. I hope you all will enjoy it, no matter how out of place it may feel. The female Kaiō I introduced is named Ansu, and the name Ansu comes from (あんす, to be), sharing Zamasu and Gowasu's name pun. The name Utsuro comes from (虚, emptiness), and is a whole reference to a Gintama character of the same name. His planet, Wano, comes from Wa no Kuni (和の国, Country of Harmony), used as a name for Japan. And finally, the Celestial Slash ( 天斬り, Tengiri) is the name I'm giving to Zamasu's hand blade. I know the name is God-Splitting Cutter (神裂斬 Kami Retsuzan), but I like to imagine it gained that name when he slew the gods.
Name: Son Gohan
Age: 27
Blood Type: A
Birthdate: May 18, Age 757
Height: 176 cm (5'9")
Weight: 61 kg (134 lbs.)
Zodiac Sign: Taurus/Snake
Favourite Food: None. Likes anything.
Marital Status: Married to Son Erasa.
Martial Arts School: Demon School
Master: Piccolo, Son Gokū, Whis
Likes: Reading, making new scientific discoveries, spending time with his family, casual sport fighting
Dislikes: Senseless violence, fighting to kill, endangering his family, Cell
Basic Trivia:
*The oldest of Gokū's three children, Son Gohan has repeatedly been stated to have the most potential out of any Earth fighter since he was four.
*Dislikes fighting on principle, but has discovered a joy to be found in fighting for the thrill, as opposed to the constant life and death situations villains put himself and his planet in.
*Son Gohan's scientific discipline in The Erased Chronicles is different from the official canon route; in Super Hero, he was revealed to be an etymologist. In The Erased Chronicles, Gohan studies Bioenergetics, or, in the case of the Dragon Ball, ki and its applications to the human body.
*Gohan has no true hobbies, but in his free time, when he is not training or researching, he spends time with his wife and daughter.
*Ranking Gohan's strength among the individual members of the Dragon Team, both after the timeskip and after training with Whis, Gohan is undisputedly the strongest, with the gap between himself and the Nos. 2 (Piccolo and Erasa) being large.
*Son Gohan wants a match with his father.
The Gathering Arc is coming soon, and The Heart of Adventurers and Tale of the Sky Maiden should have their updates soon as well! In the meantime, a happy holidays to everyone! To my American readers...godspeed.