Not An Exact Copy [Gohan x OC]

Ch. 2

Nachi stared in awe at the grassy plains of Earth. It's not like she's never seen grass before, considering she's traveled to different planets, but Earth's grass looked so healthy and green that she broke from her cold exterior and rolled around in the grass. She enjoyed the feeling of it and even giggled at the blades tickled her cheeks as she lied in the plains.

Vegeta, watching from the side, smirked slightly at the sight of his youngin enjoying something so small. He hadn't seen her this amazed in a while. Matter of fact, she hadn't been so amazed ever since he taught her his signature move of the Galick Gun.

The little girl also knew her mother's signature move, Devas-Beam. While his Galick Gun was a more powerful beam that required both his hands, Papri's Devas-Beam was a one-handed beam that was less powerful than his, but it was enough to kill the pests that resided on planets they've destroyed. Nachi preferred to use her mother's move mainly to honor her.

Vegeta dropped his smirk after Nappa came up beside him, also staring at the little girl curiously at her actions.

"Nachi!" Vegeta barked. "Come now! We have things to do and people to see," he stated.

Nachi jumped up and ran towards her father who was already making his way to the skies, so she followed suit and the three of them blasted from their pods.

...

Piccolo's head snapped up when he felt two power levels destroying East City, the sky in flames and an orange glow surrounding the city. There was a tumble from the ground for a moment before it stopped.

"Seems our visitors are here," he remarked.

Krillin gulped. "You don't think if we kindly ask them to leave, they'll leave?"

Piccolo gave the short man a dry stare before drifting his eyes to his young pupil.

Physically, he knew Gohan was ready for the body from the rigorous amount of training he went through with him. Mentally, he didn't know how well the boy would do. Hope to Kami that he'd be able to attack when necessary, after all, the planet was at stake and so were their lives.

"Hey, uh, Piccolo, didn't that big Saiyan guy say there were two people coming to us?" Krillin questioned nervously.

Piccolo raised an invisible eyebrow at the man. "Are you saying there's more than one—"

And that's when he felt it. The power level wasn't as strong as one of the first ones he felt, but it was definitely strong.

He hadn't sensed a third presence among them, or perhaps he wasn't looking for a third power level.

"Shit," he grumbled under his breath just in time to sense them getting closer to their area.

"Be prepared, the both of you." Piccolo stated. "They're coming our way!"

Gohan looked up anxiously to see three beams heading in their direction. He really didn't want to fight at all, but he knew he needed to be a distraction along with his teacher and friend until his father came home.

Three figures landed on the ground a few feet away from the trio. One was a tall burly man, bald with only facial hair on his upper lip. His weird armor had shoulder guards and chest plates and only reached above his pelvis, where he had black spandex reaching his middle thighs. A brown tail was wrapped around his waist and he had a malicious grin going on by the way he was looking at them.

A shorter man was near him, but his hair made up for his height. He had a smirk present on his face. His armour was the same as the tall man's, but his spandex extended full body along with white gloves and boots to cover him. His tail was also wrapped around his waist.