Disclaimer: I didn't own DBZ on my other story and I don't on this one
either.
A/N: Well, this is a retard story. I was sitting at my kid bro's NJHS thingy and wrote this. I hope you like.
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This all started a few weeks ago after a large fight with a creature named Cell. After Cell's defeat, I received a call from a Mrs. Chi-Chi asking me to talk with her son, who to say the least was traumatized.
Since I am not a doctor and the Patients' Rights Bill has no effect whatsoever on me, here is an account of little Son Gohan's first session with me.
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The time, 2 p.m. and I was on the phone talking to Tenchi. The poor guy was terribly upset. Ryoko and Ayeka were ruining his life. Again. (Needless to say, he's one of my patients, but that's another story.)
I was trying to explain that a double homicide wouldn't help his situation at all when I heard a knock at my door. I quickly ended my conversation with Tenchi, telling him to get his own fanfic, and then I told whoever was at the door to enter.
I was surprised to see a small, nerdy little boy accompanied by his mother. Being my normal, forgetful self, I had completely forgotten about my 2 o' clock.
"Hi there. You must be Chi-Chi and that cutie pie beside you must be Gohan," I said rising to greet them.
"Sorry we were late. I had a little trouble finding your place," Chi-Chi quickly apologized.
"Hey, no big deal," I answered. "If I didn't live here, I wouldn't be able to find it either! It truly is in the middle of nowhere."
We stood laughing at the joke for a moment before I explained what would be happening. "Mrs. Chi-Chi, I'm afraid your time has started and I only scheduled you for an hour, so I guess you'd best run along. There's food in the fridge and my mom's a great conversationalist. Gohan and I have a lot of talking to do."
"Well okay," she replied prying Gohan off her leg. The child seemed overly anxious about his mother's departure. I would have to find out why.
Finally, Chi-Chi was able to get away from Gohan and as she slipped out the door she told him to behave, mind his manners, yada, yada, yada.
When she closed the door, the child slowly turned toward me with misery in his eyes. I hurried past him to a chair by my door, which I normally keep covered with clean clothes. That day was no different, so I threw the pile of clean laundry on my bed, moved the chair closer to my bed, and motioned for him to sit down.
Gohan obliged me and I sat on my bed in front of him.
"Well, Gohan, your mother told me things haven't been so good lately." His only response was a blank stare.
"Could you maybe tell me what it's like at home?" Once again I received that blank look.
"How about your family. What are they like?" This time I got a different response as dark clouds rolled across his sad eyes. I had hit a nerve. Time to drive it home, so to speak.
"Your mom seems really nice. What do you think, Gohan?" This time he shrugged. Okay, it was time to ask about his father. I mean, if a kid's having family problems and it's not an over protective and controlling mother (I hit the nail on the head, I know.) then it must be his father, right?
"Well, what about your Dad? What's he like?" At that Gohan glared at me and replied through gritted teeth, "Dead."
"Oh," I replied not exactly knowing where to go with this next. I'm not a trained specialist or anything, so I decided to let my curiosity run free for the time being.
"How did it happen?"
"I did it," Gohan replied with the dark clouds in his eyes threatening to rain.
"What do you mean by 'I did it'?"
"I did it," was the only verbal response I could get from him, but I saw her was getting close to breaking, so I tried again.
"Do you believe you killed him?" I asked. This time Gohan glared straight at me and yelled, "That's what I (censored) said!" before he broke-down crying.
What to do…What to do. I'm not trained to handle this! AHH!!! Deep breath. Okay, much better. I just had a flashback to that day. Sorry.
Oh, that's right, I next asked the small Saiyan, "How did you do it?"
"I wasn't there," he replied. He had gotten his composure back and wasn't about to let any emotion creep back in.
"Let's look at what you've just told me. You killed you father, but you weren't there…Hmm. It seems like you didn't have anything to do with his death at all," I deduced for him. Actually, I was so happy I had made the connection that I just had to share it. Like the time I…Oh, yeah, the story. Sorry. Again.
"I didn't kill Cell."
Yes! We were getting somewhere now! "Your mother mentioned someone named Cell. What's that all about?"
"He was bad."
"C'mon. I can't help you at all if you won't talk to me. Now, why was Cell bad?"
Looking at his feet Gohan answered, "Because he wanted to take over Earth and destroy everything." He crossed his arms over his chest defiantly and looked me directly in the eyes. "Happy now?"
The look he was giving me sent shivers down my spine. "Well, you're getting better. Hmm…Tell me, in your own words, (Like he was going to steal some or something.) how not killing Cell caused you to kill your father."
"Cell killed everyone and I got mad. I hurt so bad. Especially after he killed Piccolo. Piccolo became like a father to me after he killed my dad and uncle. (Man, when he puts it that way his life's pretty (censored) up! It sounds even worse than mine! I'm really surprised he hadn't been to see me earlier.) I was so angry I became a Super Saiyan and beat him to the point that he went into self-destruction mode. He would have blown our planet apart if dad hadn't," his voice cracked, "used his IT to get Cell out of here. That's what happened to Dad."
By this time Gohan had tears running down his cheeks and his time was over. I knew I had best wrap this up quickly. I had to get my nap in before my brother's baseball game. (You see what my priorities are.)
"Gohan, you didn't kill your dad," I told him. Then I hugged him as reassurance. "Your dad did a noble thing and he knew exactly what he was doing."
I let him sit back in his chair and lifted his chin with one hand, so he was looking me in the eyes.
"Your dad sacrificed himself so you could live. Now you have to honor his decision. Stop blaming yourself and start living like your father intended. It was Cell's fault, not yours. You told me so yourself during the course of our hour together."
He gave a small grin, "Really?"
"Really."
He stood up, "I feel better now. I still miss Dad, though."
"You always will, but he'll always love you."
At that moment I heard a knock and Chi-Chi came in and asked, "Are you two still busy?"
"No, not really. I think Gohan and I had a very useful session. Now Gohan, remember what I told you, and if you need me, you can always call. Okay?"
"Sure." He grabbed Chi-Chi's hand.
"I can't thank you enough," Chi-Chi said.
"Oh, yes you can," I answered. "Get out of here and let me get my nap."
With that Chi-Chi and Gohan left. I knew I'd be hearing from them again. That kid is really disturbed! Maybe next time though, he won't give me death glares the entire time. Well, that's Gohan's first visit, so you've now reached, THE END.
A/N: Like I said, I know this is silly. I was thinking about eventually writing about the other characters. If you want me to you'd better R&R or I won't.
A/N: Well, this is a retard story. I was sitting at my kid bro's NJHS thingy and wrote this. I hope you like.
*******
This all started a few weeks ago after a large fight with a creature named Cell. After Cell's defeat, I received a call from a Mrs. Chi-Chi asking me to talk with her son, who to say the least was traumatized.
Since I am not a doctor and the Patients' Rights Bill has no effect whatsoever on me, here is an account of little Son Gohan's first session with me.
*******
The time, 2 p.m. and I was on the phone talking to Tenchi. The poor guy was terribly upset. Ryoko and Ayeka were ruining his life. Again. (Needless to say, he's one of my patients, but that's another story.)
I was trying to explain that a double homicide wouldn't help his situation at all when I heard a knock at my door. I quickly ended my conversation with Tenchi, telling him to get his own fanfic, and then I told whoever was at the door to enter.
I was surprised to see a small, nerdy little boy accompanied by his mother. Being my normal, forgetful self, I had completely forgotten about my 2 o' clock.
"Hi there. You must be Chi-Chi and that cutie pie beside you must be Gohan," I said rising to greet them.
"Sorry we were late. I had a little trouble finding your place," Chi-Chi quickly apologized.
"Hey, no big deal," I answered. "If I didn't live here, I wouldn't be able to find it either! It truly is in the middle of nowhere."
We stood laughing at the joke for a moment before I explained what would be happening. "Mrs. Chi-Chi, I'm afraid your time has started and I only scheduled you for an hour, so I guess you'd best run along. There's food in the fridge and my mom's a great conversationalist. Gohan and I have a lot of talking to do."
"Well okay," she replied prying Gohan off her leg. The child seemed overly anxious about his mother's departure. I would have to find out why.
Finally, Chi-Chi was able to get away from Gohan and as she slipped out the door she told him to behave, mind his manners, yada, yada, yada.
When she closed the door, the child slowly turned toward me with misery in his eyes. I hurried past him to a chair by my door, which I normally keep covered with clean clothes. That day was no different, so I threw the pile of clean laundry on my bed, moved the chair closer to my bed, and motioned for him to sit down.
Gohan obliged me and I sat on my bed in front of him.
"Well, Gohan, your mother told me things haven't been so good lately." His only response was a blank stare.
"Could you maybe tell me what it's like at home?" Once again I received that blank look.
"How about your family. What are they like?" This time I got a different response as dark clouds rolled across his sad eyes. I had hit a nerve. Time to drive it home, so to speak.
"Your mom seems really nice. What do you think, Gohan?" This time he shrugged. Okay, it was time to ask about his father. I mean, if a kid's having family problems and it's not an over protective and controlling mother (I hit the nail on the head, I know.) then it must be his father, right?
"Well, what about your Dad? What's he like?" At that Gohan glared at me and replied through gritted teeth, "Dead."
"Oh," I replied not exactly knowing where to go with this next. I'm not a trained specialist or anything, so I decided to let my curiosity run free for the time being.
"How did it happen?"
"I did it," Gohan replied with the dark clouds in his eyes threatening to rain.
"What do you mean by 'I did it'?"
"I did it," was the only verbal response I could get from him, but I saw her was getting close to breaking, so I tried again.
"Do you believe you killed him?" I asked. This time Gohan glared straight at me and yelled, "That's what I (censored) said!" before he broke-down crying.
What to do…What to do. I'm not trained to handle this! AHH!!! Deep breath. Okay, much better. I just had a flashback to that day. Sorry.
Oh, that's right, I next asked the small Saiyan, "How did you do it?"
"I wasn't there," he replied. He had gotten his composure back and wasn't about to let any emotion creep back in.
"Let's look at what you've just told me. You killed you father, but you weren't there…Hmm. It seems like you didn't have anything to do with his death at all," I deduced for him. Actually, I was so happy I had made the connection that I just had to share it. Like the time I…Oh, yeah, the story. Sorry. Again.
"I didn't kill Cell."
Yes! We were getting somewhere now! "Your mother mentioned someone named Cell. What's that all about?"
"He was bad."
"C'mon. I can't help you at all if you won't talk to me. Now, why was Cell bad?"
Looking at his feet Gohan answered, "Because he wanted to take over Earth and destroy everything." He crossed his arms over his chest defiantly and looked me directly in the eyes. "Happy now?"
The look he was giving me sent shivers down my spine. "Well, you're getting better. Hmm…Tell me, in your own words, (Like he was going to steal some or something.) how not killing Cell caused you to kill your father."
"Cell killed everyone and I got mad. I hurt so bad. Especially after he killed Piccolo. Piccolo became like a father to me after he killed my dad and uncle. (Man, when he puts it that way his life's pretty (censored) up! It sounds even worse than mine! I'm really surprised he hadn't been to see me earlier.) I was so angry I became a Super Saiyan and beat him to the point that he went into self-destruction mode. He would have blown our planet apart if dad hadn't," his voice cracked, "used his IT to get Cell out of here. That's what happened to Dad."
By this time Gohan had tears running down his cheeks and his time was over. I knew I had best wrap this up quickly. I had to get my nap in before my brother's baseball game. (You see what my priorities are.)
"Gohan, you didn't kill your dad," I told him. Then I hugged him as reassurance. "Your dad did a noble thing and he knew exactly what he was doing."
I let him sit back in his chair and lifted his chin with one hand, so he was looking me in the eyes.
"Your dad sacrificed himself so you could live. Now you have to honor his decision. Stop blaming yourself and start living like your father intended. It was Cell's fault, not yours. You told me so yourself during the course of our hour together."
He gave a small grin, "Really?"
"Really."
He stood up, "I feel better now. I still miss Dad, though."
"You always will, but he'll always love you."
At that moment I heard a knock and Chi-Chi came in and asked, "Are you two still busy?"
"No, not really. I think Gohan and I had a very useful session. Now Gohan, remember what I told you, and if you need me, you can always call. Okay?"
"Sure." He grabbed Chi-Chi's hand.
"I can't thank you enough," Chi-Chi said.
"Oh, yes you can," I answered. "Get out of here and let me get my nap."
With that Chi-Chi and Gohan left. I knew I'd be hearing from them again. That kid is really disturbed! Maybe next time though, he won't give me death glares the entire time. Well, that's Gohan's first visit, so you've now reached, THE END.
A/N: Like I said, I know this is silly. I was thinking about eventually writing about the other characters. If you want me to you'd better R&R or I won't.