A Meet Between Departed Faces (Kuriza & Gohan)

Gohan glanced slowly at the sky, wondering about the power level he had sensed a while ago. Although, he had slightly more power, but that never meant in any conditions that winning this fight would be easy. Eventually, there're two options that he would end up with, interacted with the source, surely. Either he's going to make a friend of it, or just grow a fight. He could tell the source was nearing over his position, in the middle of nowhere. He had no idea who might it be, yet, he knew it wasn't someone he met. From all the people he could memorize within his mind.

He hovered silently above the clouds, wondering what would happen if he touched them. He had never encountered such an event, it would be fantastic for any human to try and do it. But for Gohan, it wouldn't be that much of a wow, because he had passed by those floating smoke figures. His thoughts have changed immediately into the thought of transforming into a super sayian, his only absolute wish in his lifetime. He gazed quietly as he fell deep into the thought. Analyzing it's musts and many other data to attain the ability.

"Could there be any Super Sayian out there?"

His inquire was repeated endlessly as his mind had forgotten it from getting bored for an answer to meet him, being a Super Sayian definitely wouldn't be easy, very difficult, actually. However, being one would be a positive thing as it would support every good being in protecting anything, even Earth would be much of a thing to Gohan, it was his own home.

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The teenage Changeling flew through the skies at a high speed, soccer ball in hand. He always loved the breeze of the wind on his face, it made him feel more relaxed and helped relieve him of any troubles he might have had, at least for a while. The thought-to-be-lost heir to the Cold Empire has spent over three months on this planet and he was really enjoying it. One of his favorite things about this planet was the sport called Soccer. Oh how he loved that sport with a burning passion. He got himself a soccer ball a while ago, a black and white round ball that he played with often when he wasn't training. He was training for the sole purpose that he would be strong enough to resist his father and the rest of his family in the event they try to take him back.

He snapped out his thoughts when he sensed an incredibly high powerlevel near by. If he had any, he would have raised an eyebrow in surprise. He didn't think there were any strong people on this planet. Perhaps he was wrong. He frowned to himself in curiosity as he sped up in his flight path and landed down onto the ground. He looked around the area, trying to catch a glimpse of the source of the high powerlevel, though it was a little difficult since the source of it kept moving around. He kept his eyes on the location of where the powerlevel, wanting to see who this being was that had such a high level of power.

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