YAY! My second story!
Varick: You know, maybe should have finished your first one befoe starting this one.
Joey: I have to agree with Varick on this one.
Both of you shut up. I'm not giving up on the first one. I jut had to write this one. The weird thing is, it literally came to me in a dream. I dreamt the entire story happening.
Joey: We know. Remember, we're your other personalities. We were kind of there.
Wait. You're my other personalities? That means I stuck with you for life, doesn't it? Crap. Well, on to the story.
Gohan looked away from the smoking remains of the TV. Chi-Chi shook her head in resignation. She was heart-broken from the sight of the most vibrant person she had ever met, not to mention her only child, turn into a distant, hard and brooding child.
In the 10 days since the Cell Games, Gohan had drawn more and more into himself. It was as if Gohan had put up a wall of ice, and even Chi-Chi couldn't break through it or walk around it.
She didn't know how Gohan would ever return to his normal state if something wasn't done soon, and that slime-ball Hurcule had to come and make everything worse. He had come onto every channel over the TV and all the radios, and declared himself Champion of the Cell Games, Destroyer of Cell. That wasn't what worried her though, despite the fact that would certainly grate on Gohan's pride and patience. He described the Z-fighters, calling them weaklings who used stupid light tricks, mirrors, and fake stunts, and that they brought shame to the world martial of martial arts.
What he said next almost, almost, made Chi-Chi feel sorry for him if he and Gohan ever met. He said that the "Gold Fighter" had been such a fake that he had deserved to die, and that he was the weakest person he had ever seen. He continued, and insulted Goku, all of the Z-Fighters, and even included Gohan in his ranting. The worst part was, when he had declared that none should remember them fondly, but only see them as a stain upon martial arts, the crowd had cheered. They had actually cheered the biggest fake in the world.
Gohan turned to his mother slowly, and said in a barely audible voice, "I'm going to my room." With that, he jerked around and marched stiffly up the stairs. He had turned quickly enough that he missed the solitary tear running down his mother's face.
Gohan flopped onto his bed and pushed down the tears that always tried to surface these days. He thought about ways to get out of this. He thought about running away, but reluctantly dismissed it when he thought about how devastated he knew his mother would be.
Just then, he heard sobs coming from his mother's room. He jumped out of his bed and crept silently towards the door that led to his mother's bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, and Gohan peered through the tiny crack. Then he heard his mother speaking between her sobs.
"Oh, Goku, you know it's not Gohan's fault. Why won't he realize it?"
These words should have reassured the young demi-saiya-jin. However, because of the state he was in, his mind only registered the words that he had repeated over and over to himself. He heard from his mother's lips, "Goku, it's Gohan's fault."
Within an instant Gohan had made up his mind. He was only bringing his mother pain by being here. He was forcing her to live with the monster that had killed her husband. He couldn't force his presence on her, nor did he want to. She had right to hate him, and he didn't blame her.
He slipped back into his room and looked around carefully, looking for anything that he had to take with. He only grabbed his gis, a small portrait of the entire family, and a bag of sensu beans.
Quickly putting them in a capsule, he opened the window and took off to Capsule Corp. As he flew, he thought up a good explanation for why he wanted what he did. Within a few minutes, he had arrived there and punched in the code that only friends knew in order to open the gates.
Bulma came out to meet him and smiled. "Whatcha doing here so late at night, Gohan?"
"Well, I wanted to know if I could borrow a copy of the blueprints for the GR. Also, I would like to borrow a little money."
Bulma frowned. "Why would you want GR blueprints? Or money? You aren't running away, are you?" she added with a grin.
Gohan chuckled. "No, of course not. I want the GR so that I can be prepared if another threat like Cell ever comes, and we're having a little problem concerning our financial state. You know what, could you throw in a pair of ki blockers as well? I don't want the Z-Team to come down on my head whenever I train."
"Sure, that shouldn't take long. I always have a spare GR blueprint in case Vegeta completely annihilates it, I have ki blockers made on Vegeta's request, although I'm not sure why he wanted them made, and the money is, of course, no problem whatsoever."
"Thanks."
Bulma left the yard, and returned in five minutes. She handed him three different capsules. "I'm sure that there is much more than enough money in that capsule, and everything else is just as you ordered. One blueprint, and one set of ki blockers. Well, see you later."
Gohan nodded and flew off.
As he snapped on the ki blockers he thought, Well, I guess I had better start thinking of a place to live. I already know that I can easily build a house on my own; I just have to think of where. Ah, of course! My old hideout. The big clearing that leads to the waterfall and pool. There's plenty of trees, considering it's in a forest, and there'll be plenty of food. Well, good-bye friends, family, and life. It's time for me to start my own story.
Gohan landed in the tranquil and peaceful clearing and smiled. He laid himself down on the soft grass and listened to the sounds of the forest.
Slowly he got up and went to the edge of the clearing, looking for trees that were almost dead anyway, but not rotted or weak. For about half an hour he cut down trees by sending a thin but long string of ki through the tree, near the base.
When he finished felling trees, he looked at the large pile of wood. Much like Cell had done to create his arena, Gohan used his ki to cut the logs into the proper size, and then infused it with a little of his ki, making it water-proof, and nearly impossible to break or knock down. He used his ki to place all the logs in their places, and used a tiny bit of ki to make them stick together.
Smiling at his handiwork, he realized he had a slight problem. He had forgotten a bed. Sighing and taking some money out of the capsule, he took off once again to the sky.
Arriving at a small shop, he strode inside. He immediately spotted a queen-sized bed that looked extremely soft. He tested it out, and found his theory proven.
His smile back in place, he walked up to the clerk who was standing next to the register. He nodded toward the bed he had chosen.
The clerk rubbed his hands together and said in a dry and scratchy voice, "Are you sure you can pay for that, sonny? Maybe you should wait until your mom-"
He cut himself off as he saw Gohan pull much more than was needed from his pocket. Smiling, the old man nodded and went over to the bed. Quickly capsulating it, he held it out to Gohan. "That'll be-"
He was once again cut off as Gohan stuffed the entire wad of money into the clerk's hand.
"Sir, this is much more than-"
"Just keep the change then," Gohan said gruffly.
Taking the small capsule and tucking it safely away in his pocket, he smiled as he walked away from the store. He flew out of the town once he was where nobody could see him.
He got back to his new home and de-capsulated the bed. He took off the shirt to the gi had on, and flopped down onto the new bed. He fell asleep just a couple of minutes later.
Suddenly, about an hour later, he sat up. His sensitive hearing had caught the sound of someone running through the forest. He got out of bed and got into a fighting stance.
Just as he heard the thing get next to the large opening that served as a window, he heard a high-pitched voice cry out, "Please help me! Don't let them get me!"
He looked out of the window, and managed to pick out the outline of a figure about his height, and obviously female, huddled against the edge of his window.
He said, "Don't worry. I'll help." He reached out and grabbed hold of the person's arms and pulled her up, setting her on down on the bed next to him.
He decided that they needed light, so he reluctantly made a ki ball and hung in front of him. He was surprised to see several gashes bleeding off her arms and legs.
She whispered, "Thank you."
Well there you have it! Who is this girl, and why does she need help? Find out in the next chapter of… Gohan's Own Story!