Warning – this story includes Soncest/yaoi. This is not everyone's cup of tea, so if you are not a fan feel free to calmly put this cup down and walk away. In other words, hit the back button and enjoy another Goku/Gohan story. However, for those of you who do enjoy this type of pairing read away. And, remember reviews are always appreciated. I'm currently in the throws of writer's block and this is the first thing I have written in weeks so wish me luck.

~It Happened By Luck~

This was never supposed to happen. Honestly, no one could have seen it coming – especially me. Even if Mirai Trunks came to me personally and laid out this whole line of events I would've called him a bold-faced liar . . . maybe even killed him.

But still.

Here I am.

There is no denying this is fact and I couldn't change the circumstances even if I wanted to.

The part that bothers me is – I don't.

Guess it all began with Cell. He was a power more awesome than any of us had seen before which was both frightening and exhilarating. I mean, who doesn't want to see just what they are made of by going up against something bigger and badder than themselves? No one, that's who. But, not only did the Earth's latest villain give me a chance to work harder and get stronger, it gave me a chance to do some real training with my son. I always knew that kid was amazing but there was always something missing in our time together. It took a while for me to admit to myself that I often harbored feelings of contempt toward Piccolo for the time that he trained Gohan as a child. I know, I know – I was dead and Piccolo really was the only one qualified to do the job. But still . . . the two formed a bond that I never felt I could ever really have with the boy, no matter what. So, when the opportunity came to have true, uninterrupted time with my son I was both excited and apprehensive.

Once we entered the room of Spirit and Time I don't know who became more attached to whom. Day in and out we were by each others side, the only distraction coming from the constant changes in climate. He was so eager to learn, to prove himself. Guess some aspects of being a Saiyan can't be taught. When I was being soft on him he called me on it like he was my equal and from that moment on I guess that's when I really began to see him as that. He wasn't just a little boy who liked being around his daddy and the other Z Warriors, he was a warrior himself.

So much changed in him during that time. The baby fat that adorned his body began to give way to defined muscle which became all the more prominent when he reached Super Saiyan status. I couldn't keep my eyes off my little warrior. At such a young age he had been able to obtain a level of achievement I previously peaked at in the heat of battle. From then on our spars became all out battles and I didn't care if they went on for an eternity as long as I could remain in my son's presence. I could tell by the way that he looked and me, never left my side, that he felt just as strongly. When I think back on the happiest times in my life, that year with Gohan is always at the top of the list.

Not all happy times were meant to continue forever. When it became time to face Cell I was already fully aware that I would not be the one to defeat that monster. Gohan has surpassed me in a way I had not initially thought possible for him. Don't get me wrong, I always knew my son possessed a tremendous power, but sometimes his human nature out governed his Saiyan sense. People always made fun of Chi Chi pushing him to study, mind you they rarely did this to her face, but what not may people knew was that he actually did enjoy learning. He is a sponge for information! Granted my wife was quite fanatical with his education considering how little formal schooling she received. But with Gohan, no matter how old he gets, you put a scholastic challenge before him and he will take it down swifter than a physical opponent and as I fought Cell I could feel him analyzing out battle like a problem to be solved. He saw right through what I was doing, putting on a demonstration for him to learn how to take down Cell himself.

Before you say it, I know I made a slight miscalculation in my plan. I really had not intended to die that day. After all, Gohan and I had just gotten closer than we had ever been; losing that was furthest from my mind. But, after assessing the situation I acted in a way I thought was best. All the armchair quarterbacks can take that for what it is worth.

So, I died and I stayed away. I stayed away to give him a fighting chance at whatever life he wanted knowing his human side would likely win out without me there and he would probably be happier for it.

But I still watched him. There was no way I would let something like death prevent me from keeping tabs on my boy. Although the word 'watch' may be a bit to concrete to explain what I did since I couldn't physically lay eyes on him. I could feel him. His energy, like that of anyone else, is distinct; but being able to feel it out is tricky and requires some concentration on my part. I may be an incredibly strong warrior but watching over someone across dimensions requires some real work. Most times I would just sit and focus on him when he was asleep. For some reason that seemed to be the easiest way for me to reach out and connect with him. Pretty sure there is a scientific reason behind this involving brain waves and such, feel free to go and ask Bulma about the real logistics. It was during one night when my son was in a particularly deep slumber that our relationship, yes the relationship between and son and his dead father, evolved.

Gohan had been thirteen years old at the time. I focused in on his steady ki, the low thrum of his restful sleep was always soothing. That night it had been hypnotic. I felt his energy pulse against me as though he knew I was there. Whenever I would focus on him in this manner I would put myself in complete solitude and this time was no different. I was alone, then suddenly . . . I wasn't. His ki had surrounded me so sleekly that I hadn't felt it come on. It was like one minute I was sitting alone with my eyes closed and when I opened them I was standing.

In front of my son . . .

TBC