Gohan woke up with a start, some of his hair clinging to his forehead because of sweat.

Looking around the room, and out the window, he saw that it was still dark outside. It was probably what, one, two in the morning? this was a complete guess on his part, but it was still late nonetheless.

God, /why/ did he start thinking of the Cell Games again? He hadn't dreamt about it in such a long time. and with that dream, came the weight of everything coming back up again, and he hated it.

Before he could do anything else, a small voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

"Gohan?"

Hearing his six year old brother, the elder looked in his direction. In the moonlight, he saw the boy was sitting up in his bed, a small yawn escaping him.

"What's wrong? Why're you up?"

"I should be asking /you/ that," the eighteen year old replied. "Did I wake you up?"

The younger boy was silent, before giving a small "mhm."

"Sorry about that. I didnt mean to."

"I know. It...it was a bad dream, right?"

"Yeah," he nodded.

"What was it about?"

Gohan contemplated telling Goten about it, before deciding against it. He wasn't going to it his emotional baggage on his brother. "I'd rather not say."

"Okay."

Silence was in the room once more, and before either of them could try sleeping again, Goten spoke up once more.

"What was our dad like?"

Gohan blinked in surprise at the question.

"Why do you ask?"

"'Cause. You and Mommy dont really talk about him. 'S like...I dunno," he mumbled, beginning to half-fidget with his hands. Unlike his brother, he had trouble expressing things verbally.

"where would you want me to start?"

the short boy shrugged.

"Okay, uh...well, you and him are a lot alike, actually," he pointed out. "And I don't just mean that you look exactly like him. You're just a lot like him personality wise, except you're a lot more polite," he laughed. "Though, I think you got that from Mom."

"Really?"

"Definitely. And he was willing to put his life on the line for us. trust me, I've...seen it plenty," he mumbled, his tone shifting a bit, smile coming back just as quickly as it left. "He loved mom and I as much as he loved training, and that's not exactly an exaggeration. He would've loved you too, though, for sure."

"You think so?"

"I know so, Goten."

Gohan continued speaking and answering questions for the younger Son, until he had fallen asleep once more. Gohan stood, going over to put the blanket over the six year old, before going back to his bed and sleeping once more. And this time, there was no nightmare.