Ooook here we go, I do NOT own DBZ/GT...although I wish I did ;) This story
is kinda baised on well...ok think about it, think of how ruthless Gohan
was when he turned SSJ2, sooo I thought, why not make somethin of it...so
here we gooooo!!! ^-^
Clouds drifted by in the shapes of magic castles, asortments of animels, and even young fluffy children. The sky surrounding these forms of life was bluer then he had ever seen it, and the breeze was just perfect for such a warm day. The grass was soft and cool underneath his body and the occasional butterfly would perch atop his nose for a breaf rest, of course he would soon swat it away gently. He sighed and sprowled out on the cool green blanket, arms resting under his head, warm rays of the sun splashing his young face. He had not come to this area in so long...what with all the taining and battels going on he just didn't have the time. He smirked and closed his eyes and a warm breeze tickled his face and played with his raven hair. It had been one week since the battle with Cell and even now...Gohan was still exshausted.
Krillin had told him it would be good for him to get out and just relax. Have some "self" time to clear everything out in his head. He had seemed a bit stressed lately, or perhaps even...edgy? The other's just assumed it was a long period reaction to all of the previous events, after all, as Piccolo had pointed out many times, he was just an eleven year old boy...well...and eleven year old boy with the power to destroy the entire universe. So Gohan did as told and as of now he's been away from home about two days. Piccolo was the one who recomended the long distance for a certain amount of time because he knew Gohan better then anyone, subtract his Father, and he knew it would be good for him, a time to search within himself and to just relax.
Gohan at first was reluctant to go, he fealt uneasy leaving the group, expecialy his Mother, right after this whole trilligy with Cell, and all of the chaos with the androids before that...he just didn't feel comfortable, but eventualy they convinced him to...but he was beggining to wonder if giving him some "time off" was their only goal. He had even noticed himself how moody he had been lately, answering back sharply, staying in his room alone for countless hours, barely touching his schoolwork even when told, and leaving without permission or without saying a word to his Mother. At first he had surprised himself with these actions but then, in his mind they almost seemed to fit him, who he was and his personality all together. So he very quickly became acustomed to it, but it was obvious the others were not. Mabey they thought the change of additude was just do to stress as well, but Gohan knew it wasn't...it was something else. He never acted heartless really, just a bit bullheaded at times, he would obey most of the time but sometimes he would be reluctant and put up an additude and perhaps say something like "Sure...cause the man of the house does all the work right?" or "If Dad were here you wouldn't make him do this stuff, 'sides he wouldn't wanna do it anyway"...that was another thing that worried them. His frequent use of using his Father in reference. If he spoke of him it was always in a negative mannor. And they ALL knew this was not like Gohan at all...and so did he, that was basectly one of the biggest reasons he agreed to go off for a while, try to clear out his mind.
He then sighed once more and sat up, brushing off his brown tank top, now covered with little stands of grass. He then stood, along while brushing off his black baggy pants and kicked his foot to get the dead grass off his black boot. Another change the others had noticed, which really got on Gohan's nerves considering how much they talked about it. His wardrobe now consisded of tank tops and baggy clothing. Not to mention the large boots, which noone has any clew where he could of gotten them, let alone why he had changed his looks like this. Usualy he wore a nice shirt, mabey multi colored or just one color, but he had never really liked sleevless things, but back in the day he would have NEVER worn such long pants that would drag the ground, making them scuff at the bottom. He also never really bothered to deal with his hair, making it just a wee bit more spikey then usual.
He rubbed his hand over his face then alowed his arm to drop to his side. He stared over the horizen pondering many things and the wind blew at his hair and clothing adding a bit of a dramatic affect.
To everyone else, they were just confident it was just stress, but Gohan knew, it was more then that...much more. It wasn't just his way of behavior, wardrope and hair styling technices that were changing. It was Gohan himself, deep inside. He could feel it, something changing him, the way he thought and judged, everything straight down to how his eyes looked when he'd look at you. They used to be kind and full of love, but now they seemed lost, and lonely, perhaps even a bit violent. Down right confused many times. He shook his head a bit then placed his hands in his pockets, turned, and began to walk down the hill he had been resting on for the past few hours. It was getting late, so it would be best if he went on and found a place to rest for the night, perhaps even catch some supper at a nearbye lake or something. As he walked he continued to think about these sudden changes dwelling inside of himself...
"Mabey...if things don't change soon It may not be best if I even go back.." he said quietly to himself. "I mean it could end up being more dangerous for me to stay home rather then me staying here, besides I'm sure they'll all be fine without me plus.." he then paused and stopped in his tracks, eyes beating in thought. That was right... he had almost forgotten, his Mother was pregnant now and in nine long months of cravings, horomones and sudden bursts of emotion, there would be another one to add to the Son family... His face went sour as he said. "Sure why not, take away one then add one more" he scoffed, eyes glaring and he began to walk again. Even he couldn't figure out why he got so angry at the thought of his dead Father, perhaps it was the fact that he chose to stay away from him, or mabey because Gohan was just sick and tired of death period...perhaps that was it, he wasn't angry at his Father, he was just angry at death itself. He stopped once more and thought then shook his head and breathed deeply. No that wasn't it...I mean yeah he was hurt at the thought that Goku possibly wanted to stay dead rather then be with his family and friends, and Gohan had heard his reason, he was doing this for everyone's good...so why was he so angry...
Might as well think about this later, he really didn't feel like getting in a grumpy mood today, infact for the little while he'd been out here he'd found he was actually in a more, peaceful almost happy mood...almost. Mabey if he just waited a few more days he would be back to his old self, besides it had only been a week since the battle...and he was only a young boy...
"A boy..." his lips betrayed him as he quietly spoke. This phrase built a strong anger inside him. A boy was a defensless creature who normely had a Father to watch over him and protect and raise him. Here we go again.
Father. Goku. Chose to stay. Chose to leave. Doesn't care. Selfish. Selfish bastard. Doesn't care. Gohan winced his face and grabbed his head, mouth open in a silent scream, it was almost as if someone was making these dissicions for him.
Goku. Bastard. Damn Bastard. Don't kid yourself he doesn't care. Damn him.
Who, who was it, he was himself. Son Gohan, little loving Gohan. No now he was someone else, oh forget someone, something. He let out a little whine and dropped to his knees. What was going on...who was he? What was he? He didn't understand, these were his thoughts? His decissions?
His whine grew into more of a moan and he tucked his head into his legs. Something was wrong, he was wrong.
"What..." he asked quietly, to noone inparticular. What was happening. He leaned against a tree, face emotionless in thought.
Heehee, like it so far? if ya do, then R&R and I'll post more chapters ^-^
Clouds drifted by in the shapes of magic castles, asortments of animels, and even young fluffy children. The sky surrounding these forms of life was bluer then he had ever seen it, and the breeze was just perfect for such a warm day. The grass was soft and cool underneath his body and the occasional butterfly would perch atop his nose for a breaf rest, of course he would soon swat it away gently. He sighed and sprowled out on the cool green blanket, arms resting under his head, warm rays of the sun splashing his young face. He had not come to this area in so long...what with all the taining and battels going on he just didn't have the time. He smirked and closed his eyes and a warm breeze tickled his face and played with his raven hair. It had been one week since the battle with Cell and even now...Gohan was still exshausted.
Krillin had told him it would be good for him to get out and just relax. Have some "self" time to clear everything out in his head. He had seemed a bit stressed lately, or perhaps even...edgy? The other's just assumed it was a long period reaction to all of the previous events, after all, as Piccolo had pointed out many times, he was just an eleven year old boy...well...and eleven year old boy with the power to destroy the entire universe. So Gohan did as told and as of now he's been away from home about two days. Piccolo was the one who recomended the long distance for a certain amount of time because he knew Gohan better then anyone, subtract his Father, and he knew it would be good for him, a time to search within himself and to just relax.
Gohan at first was reluctant to go, he fealt uneasy leaving the group, expecialy his Mother, right after this whole trilligy with Cell, and all of the chaos with the androids before that...he just didn't feel comfortable, but eventualy they convinced him to...but he was beggining to wonder if giving him some "time off" was their only goal. He had even noticed himself how moody he had been lately, answering back sharply, staying in his room alone for countless hours, barely touching his schoolwork even when told, and leaving without permission or without saying a word to his Mother. At first he had surprised himself with these actions but then, in his mind they almost seemed to fit him, who he was and his personality all together. So he very quickly became acustomed to it, but it was obvious the others were not. Mabey they thought the change of additude was just do to stress as well, but Gohan knew it wasn't...it was something else. He never acted heartless really, just a bit bullheaded at times, he would obey most of the time but sometimes he would be reluctant and put up an additude and perhaps say something like "Sure...cause the man of the house does all the work right?" or "If Dad were here you wouldn't make him do this stuff, 'sides he wouldn't wanna do it anyway"...that was another thing that worried them. His frequent use of using his Father in reference. If he spoke of him it was always in a negative mannor. And they ALL knew this was not like Gohan at all...and so did he, that was basectly one of the biggest reasons he agreed to go off for a while, try to clear out his mind.
He then sighed once more and sat up, brushing off his brown tank top, now covered with little stands of grass. He then stood, along while brushing off his black baggy pants and kicked his foot to get the dead grass off his black boot. Another change the others had noticed, which really got on Gohan's nerves considering how much they talked about it. His wardrobe now consisded of tank tops and baggy clothing. Not to mention the large boots, which noone has any clew where he could of gotten them, let alone why he had changed his looks like this. Usualy he wore a nice shirt, mabey multi colored or just one color, but he had never really liked sleevless things, but back in the day he would have NEVER worn such long pants that would drag the ground, making them scuff at the bottom. He also never really bothered to deal with his hair, making it just a wee bit more spikey then usual.
He rubbed his hand over his face then alowed his arm to drop to his side. He stared over the horizen pondering many things and the wind blew at his hair and clothing adding a bit of a dramatic affect.
To everyone else, they were just confident it was just stress, but Gohan knew, it was more then that...much more. It wasn't just his way of behavior, wardrope and hair styling technices that were changing. It was Gohan himself, deep inside. He could feel it, something changing him, the way he thought and judged, everything straight down to how his eyes looked when he'd look at you. They used to be kind and full of love, but now they seemed lost, and lonely, perhaps even a bit violent. Down right confused many times. He shook his head a bit then placed his hands in his pockets, turned, and began to walk down the hill he had been resting on for the past few hours. It was getting late, so it would be best if he went on and found a place to rest for the night, perhaps even catch some supper at a nearbye lake or something. As he walked he continued to think about these sudden changes dwelling inside of himself...
"Mabey...if things don't change soon It may not be best if I even go back.." he said quietly to himself. "I mean it could end up being more dangerous for me to stay home rather then me staying here, besides I'm sure they'll all be fine without me plus.." he then paused and stopped in his tracks, eyes beating in thought. That was right... he had almost forgotten, his Mother was pregnant now and in nine long months of cravings, horomones and sudden bursts of emotion, there would be another one to add to the Son family... His face went sour as he said. "Sure why not, take away one then add one more" he scoffed, eyes glaring and he began to walk again. Even he couldn't figure out why he got so angry at the thought of his dead Father, perhaps it was the fact that he chose to stay away from him, or mabey because Gohan was just sick and tired of death period...perhaps that was it, he wasn't angry at his Father, he was just angry at death itself. He stopped once more and thought then shook his head and breathed deeply. No that wasn't it...I mean yeah he was hurt at the thought that Goku possibly wanted to stay dead rather then be with his family and friends, and Gohan had heard his reason, he was doing this for everyone's good...so why was he so angry...
Might as well think about this later, he really didn't feel like getting in a grumpy mood today, infact for the little while he'd been out here he'd found he was actually in a more, peaceful almost happy mood...almost. Mabey if he just waited a few more days he would be back to his old self, besides it had only been a week since the battle...and he was only a young boy...
"A boy..." his lips betrayed him as he quietly spoke. This phrase built a strong anger inside him. A boy was a defensless creature who normely had a Father to watch over him and protect and raise him. Here we go again.
Father. Goku. Chose to stay. Chose to leave. Doesn't care. Selfish. Selfish bastard. Doesn't care. Gohan winced his face and grabbed his head, mouth open in a silent scream, it was almost as if someone was making these dissicions for him.
Goku. Bastard. Damn Bastard. Don't kid yourself he doesn't care. Damn him.
Who, who was it, he was himself. Son Gohan, little loving Gohan. No now he was someone else, oh forget someone, something. He let out a little whine and dropped to his knees. What was going on...who was he? What was he? He didn't understand, these were his thoughts? His decissions?
His whine grew into more of a moan and he tucked his head into his legs. Something was wrong, he was wrong.
"What..." he asked quietly, to noone inparticular. What was happening. He leaned against a tree, face emotionless in thought.
Heehee, like it so far? if ya do, then R&R and I'll post more chapters ^-^