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Summary: !-- page size: 21cm 29.7cm; margin: 2cm P margin-bottom: 0.21cm --Just after the Cell Games, when Gohan finally has control over his powers and his life, he starts to have dreams that leave him waking up in cold sweats. Surely it would all just be a nightmare invented by his mind after losing so much in such little time? Unfortunately for Gohan, they're his suppressed memories of a time long ago, way back before Radiz even showed his face.

"Gohan! GOHAN!"

My eyes fluttered open as mom called to me, my body covered in cold sweat again for no reason. At least, I don't think there was a reason. My vision cleared and locked on to an old teddy she'd purposefully angled on my shelving, to be given a rather painful reminder of what I had been dreaming about for the past few weeks. Then I remembered, I was the one to put that stupid plush monkey there, to remind me of the nasty little details.

x-x-x-x

"Gohan I won't say it again! Breakfast is ready." Chi-Chi yelled as she opened the door. The teenage Gohan blinked in surprise, as if it was the first time he'd seen her having a mid-morning fit. Sheepishly he got up from his bed, and grinned like his father to invoke a little forgiveness. Chi-Chi sighed and moved back into the kitchen, the spoon in her hand still steaming from whatever it was she was cooking up. The teen sighed as he took one last look at the monkey, and drifted into thoughts as he sat down at the table. 'seven-hundred and ten.' why did that number pop into his brain every time he wasn't focusing? Well whatever, the food was in front of him and if he didn't start eating it like a wild pig, Chi-Chi would get worried he wasn't feeling well.

He noted how quiet it was these days, what with his dad being dead. Normally the beloved saiyan would be doing push ups on his thumbs, or laughing madly at absolutely nothing. The new routine just had a serving for two, although Gohan had noticed that once or twice, his mom had laid out three plates and three cups. The boys' shoulders sagged as he realized that not only was he being pushed back into studying, but that the untimely death of his 'daddy' had taken its toll. 'Still' he reckoned 'maybe I can keep mom happy by just doing what we're doing now.' The teen smiled at his mother, and began to attack anything on his plate as breakfast continued on in silence.

"Hey mom," The young saiyan broke the silence with one of those tones that suggested he wanted something "Can I go see Mr. Piccolo today?" He looked up from his plate at his paling mother who seemed to always look a little queasy about this time of day, no matter what the subject was. Chi-Chi, who must've been mulling her own things over gave a half hearted nod, but then snapped out it and demanded,

"Why do you want to go see him? Are you planning on ditching school?"

"No mom! It's because... I," not being able to think of a valid excuse this time he gave in and just came out with a half-truth "I want to spar with him for a while, a bit of exercise is all. Besides," he pushed "I haven't seen him since the..." Gohan cut himself off, knowing that saying to his mother 'Cell Games' would inevitably gain him a colourful 'no'.

The scolding, disapproving mother turned on her eagle-eyed glare, but it turned into one of slight panic as she got up and rushed for the bathroom. Concerned as any child would be, Gohan jumped up from his seat and chased her to the door, closing it for her before he heard the dry heaving, and the splatter of her breakfast hit the basin of the toilet bowl. "Mom?"

"It's okay Gohan..." Came the reply a few moments later "You can go out today."

"But mom you don't seem well." He protested despite the recent leash of freedom. Chi-Chi however, didn't want to know.

"Gohan, we'll talk about this tonight, I want you back in time for dinner you hear me?" The door opened; and poor Gohan, who had his ear almost to the frame, lost his balance and jerked around oddly until he could stand on both feet again. The eagle-eye was back, but not the usual pigment that filled his dear mother's face with spite and rage whenever the former evil Namekian was discussed. "Don't make me banish you from this house for the day, son. Go get some exercise. But if you come back all covered in dirt and have your clothes torn up you won't have a bite to eat. You hear me!"

The saiyan gulped back his fear and laughed, even if the back of his brain kept telling him it didn't take a genius to know when his mom was sick. But pushing it aside, Gohan hoped to find Piccolo and possibly unload some of this burden he'd been feeling, however unfair it was on the green mentor.