There it was again. That feeling. That profound ache in the bottom of his heart. Memories he couldn't forget no matter how painful they were now.
A time when he felt so pleased, undeniably complete.
But everything was fine now, right? He had moved on and found his place in life. He had fought against any ridiculous perception he had about who he should be, to become who he wanted to be. It hadn't been easy. It had meant breaking the dreams his mother had for him practically since he was born.
A life perfectly well planned, far from perfect in his opinion, to prevent her precious little boy becoming what she most feared.
His father.
Well, his father had been a wonderful person, with little flaws like everyone else. One of them was his refusal to stay with his family, just for the pleasure of a new challenge. He had learnt to live with that, but still missed him terribly.
He really shouldn't be thinking about that, it will only lead to think about the person who helped him that time, who made him see there were still reasons to keep fighting, only to break his heart a few weeks later with his sudden departure…
-Boy, are you listening to me?-
Damn it, he did it again.
-What? - He looked over only to find a very annoyed prince looking at him, arms crossed against his chest, waiting for him to answer. After seeing no sort of reaction from Gohan, who seemed to be in another planet rather than here, he decided to look for that little virtue so rare in his personality and only reserved for the young man in front of him.
Patience.
-I asked if you wanted to spar, but with the way you are acting today I doubt you would be able to concentrate...- his face was now one of concern. -Are you alright?
-Yeah I'm fine, I'm sorry I was just a little distracted- He gave Vegeta his best and most charming smile, that would make him forget the whole incident –A spar would be great, but remember I don't have much time..-
-Of course, how could I forget that blasted school of yours? – He couldn't see why the boy went there. It was a waste of time. He was already very intelligent and talented, he didn't need it.
Gohan smiled at the comment, accustomed to hear it when he spent time with Vegeta, which was very often. He had become a very important part of his life over the years; he didn't know what he would have done without him. In fact, Vegeta was the only one that had encouraged his decision of dedicating completely to martial arts. That is, after finishing highschool, which was to going to happen in a few weeks. He was determined to finish what he had started.
-I don't know why you hate it so much- he said, amusement covering his features- But I think I remember a certain saiyan who taught me to do what makes me happy, even if it's not of everyone's liking...
He received a grunt in response.
He had won another argument with the prince.