Sadly, I don't own either the song or DBZ :'(

This was going to be so hard, I thought as I stood outside my son's bedroom's door. It wasn't his fault that Chi Chi and I were getting a divorce, we really should have done it long ago, but for Gohan we decided to try to stay together. I pushed the door open and saw a tiny amount of black hair sticking out between the quilt and pillow. I had to pull the pillow away from his hands; he has such a strong grip even at his tender age of five. But the small smile that had been forming on my lips fell away as soon as I saw the tear stained face. "You are mommy are splitting up," he said brokenly, and it was a statement, not a question. He really was a bright boy; he gets that from his mother. "Yeah" I said. He nodded, and tried to look brave, but I could see the fresh tears welling up inside his beautiful black orbs. I pulled him onto my lap, and tried to sooth him. As I did, I remembered a song I had heard playing a few times, and the lyrics seemed so appropriate in this situation. Only my wife and son had ever heard me sing, I didn't think I was any good, but they had often told me how much they liked my voice, so I decided it might help to sooth my little boy, and make him understand more clearly about his mother and I.

Precious and fragile things,

Need Special Handling.

My God, what have we done to you?

We always tried to share,

The tenderest of care

Now look what we have put you through…

Things get damaged,

Things get broken.

I thought we'd manage,

But words left unspoken,

Left us so brittle,

There was so little left to give.

Angels with silver wings,

Shouldn't know suffering

I wish I could take the pain for you.

If God has a master plan

That only he understands

I hope it's your eyes he's seeing through

Things get damaged,

Things get broken.

I thought we'd manage,

But words left unspoken,

Left us so brittle,

There was so little left to give.

I pray you learn to trust

Have faith in both of us

And keep room in your heart for two

Things get damaged,

Things get broken.

I thought we'd manage,

But words left unspoken,

Left us so brittle,

There was so little left to give.

His even breathing told me that he had fallen asleep, as I placed him back on the bed, and covered him; I silently vowed that he would not ever cry again as a result of me and his mother. I gave his forehead a gentle kiss, and walked quietly out of the room. I still loved Chi Chi, and even though we argue a lot, I know she still loves me too. Maybe we won't get a divorce; maybe we should just try a temporary split. As I walked down the stairs to wait for my wife to cool off and come home, I felt a glimmer of hope. A love as strong as ours should be able to withstand any challenge, as long as we stay together for the right reasons this time. Not because of our child, but because we can't live without each other.

Ok another one done! Again, let me know what you think

Song: Precious by Depeche Mode