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Gohan be free. That be good news. Now I just have to talk to him about meself and his daughter. Oh joy. Right now, I be at Goku's home. It didn't take me long to find out he was Gohan's father, and Pan's grandfather. After freeing Gohan, we all came here to rest, and take care of any injuries.

I walked with Pan down the hallway, neither of us said anything. We reached the kitchen, where Gohan and Goku were eating like they hadn't in a wekk... for the fifth time that day. Pan squeezed me hand and whispered, "He'll like you, don't worry."

Spiderman says they always say that.

I walked in, and said, "So, how you be doing?"

"Pretty good." he replied. "So you're Angus? The guy my daughter keeps raving about? Good job with the Black Widow, by the way."

At this, Goku grabbed several more bowls of food, and left us alone.

"Thanks, but she no be very fast. And when I turn all black like that, me skin be tough, so the stingers that hit did no hurt much."

"Speaking of which, what are you?"

"We no be sure. Spiderman and Bulma did experiments. All we be knowing so far is that I be three times stronger and faster than Spiderman. I can run on walls, and I can feel other peoples emotions."

At that, I could feel a very strong feeling of surprise from Gohan. I continued, "So you say Pan has talked about me?"

He smiled and shook his head, "Incessantly. You're all she ever talks about now. She also told me about the night you watched the movie." He seemed nervous.

It was my turn to smile. "Me father thought "The Talk" were a bedtime story. I know me limits."

His nervousness left, "That's what I wanted to hear. I guess you really can read other's emotions."

For a moment we were silent. Then Gohan spoke again. "So what do you call yourself when you turn black?"

"Since I no be knowing what I be, I think I'll name me alter-ego later. I was thinking, though, I want to be serious about this superhero business. Do I need a costume?"

"Well, the t-shirt and jeans are okay, but you should definitely think about something classier. Just don't ask Spiderman for advice in that department."

We laughed, though I think Gohan's costume was worse.

"Well I turn all black," I responded, "and I be wanting to stay with that theme. But I no be wanting anything skintight.

"I know a guy who might be able to help." said Gohan with a sly smile.

  1. Blogger Kon-El | 10:20 AM |  

    whew, Pan won't be writng me creepy letters no more.

    And i gave up on the spnex some tinme ago.It's a shirt and jeans for me .

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