Hello all! I have been thinking of DBZ lately with finding out about Dragonball Hoshi and Dragonball Z Live Action Trailers going on, but more so I have been thinking of Gohan…

Gohan is my ALL THE FAVORITE CHARACTER, NO CHARACTER IS BETTER THAN HIM. I WOULD EVEN GET A TATTOO OF HIM IF IT WAS ACCEPTABLE…. But after the Cell Games Gohan's character was wrongfully destroyed. I still enjoy Gohan, and I always will, but I like to think the Cell Games is the end of the series for me (even though the Buu Saga is playing on my Hulu right now).

So like I was saying I hate the fact they destroyed Gohan's character. He had so much potential to be awesome but he becomes weak, and it seems like all that amazing power and anger was wasted. I think Gohan's character was built in the end of the Cell Games to make him a fighter, but I am not the creator and clearly they saw him in a different light.

So this is the story on why Gohan stopped fighting according to my point of view. I need something to make myself feel better on why Gohan is the way he is.

I don't own DBZ, only planning on making this story about four chapters long, if that. So please review and enjoy!

The Wish

- Son Akito

He always came to this spot on this day.

He went to the exact spot it happened.

When he came to this spot, on this very day, at almost this exact same time of day, the flashbacks would hit. The flashbacks rarely came, but when they did the visions covered his eyes, his body, his mind, his heart.

It was as if he was there all over again, he could see the monster before his eyes.

Why couldn't I move…?

That monster… He was hurting his friends…

Why was I so afraid…?

When No. 16 head rolled across his feet, his plea to protect the animals. To protect the Planet… Then Cell… Cell—that monster that killed No. 16 in front of him.

Why is this happening…?

Than in a flash everything changed, his hair grew, his body grew, and his anger grew. All the humanity and kindness in his heart were slipping away and suddenly everything was moving quickly. Suddenly he was in control and Cell was the one who was afraid.

Who was I?

It was almost in slow motion. He heard the cries of his father and his friends to put an end to Cell but their cries did not reach his ears. He should have listened. If he had listened Cell wouldn't have begun his self-destruction, he wouldn't have threaten to destroy the world in one motion. He wouldn't have been defeated.

Dad… Why couldn't it have been me?

In a blink of his eye his father was there. His hero stood before him, smiling at him gently. This smile was a rarely to Son Gokuu. That vision is burned into his mind forever.

"Good bye my son."

And as quickly as he appeared, he was gone.

WHY COULDN'T IT HAVE BEEN ME?

Rage of power filled his body; it shook the ground before him. The sky darkened, the rocks rumbled against the Earth. A yellow glow appeared around him, his hair turning from jet black to bright gold, his eyes turning from darkness to teal light. Electricity circled around his being as he fell to his knees, slammed his fists into the ground.

All this power, he felt like it didn't belong to him.

And then there were tears, the tears took away the memories but the cost of that was too much for him to bear. His body gave out as if the energy to cry was too much to bear. His body fell to the ground -defusing from his transformation- and instantly rolled up into a quiet ball. He began to chock on his tears.

He was only fourteen, he was only fourteen but Son Gohan had been though a thousand lifetimes of pain.

It had been exactly three years since his father had died from the Cell Games. Three years without his hero.

Today, Gohan was not taking this fact so well.

He knew by now Piccolo was there, he didn't bother to open his mind to scene the namekian. Piccolo was always there for him during these outbursts. They were rare, but every once in a while the thought of his father was too much to bear.

He didn't feel like talking. Piccolo knew this. Piccolo knew what today did to him. He liked that Piccolo didn't talk. Everyone was talking today, and he'd had enough of it.

The thought of Piccolo cleared the tears from his eyes, but he was still too ashamed to face Piccolo after he had witnessed him in this state. He knew these thoughts were silly, although Piccolo was not fond of emotion Gohan knew he would not judge Gohan for them.

"I wonder what he is doing," Gohan said softly, his body still curled up tightly. He kept his eyes closed. He wondered if Piccolo would respond.

After a few moments, Gohan opened his eyes to see Piccolo sitting across from him. Gohan followed suit, sitting up and crossing his legs in front of Piccolo. "I bet he's eating."

Piccolo smirked; Gohan whipped the remainder of his tears from his eyes and glanced up at Piccolo. For a moment Gohan was amazed on how much he had grown in the last three years. Although Gohan was still growing and not as tall as Piccolo, he didn't have to look so high up when talking to his mentor. This thought made him smile.

"I wonder what it's like," Gohan continued talking, "I wonder what it's like to be dead."

"It's nothing to wonder about." Piccolo finally said, the smirk in his face vanishing.

Gohan blinked, looking up at his mentor. He didn't mean to sound so gloom but those words slipped out without much thought.

"I don't want to die," Gohan said, reassuring Piccolo. Gohan knew suicide was never the answer to anything. Gohan had too much to live for.

"Good," Piccolo stated flatly.

"I just wonder what it's like for my dad," Gohan leaned his body forward, resting his elbows on his knees, "I wonder if he wishes he was still alive."

Piccolo did not respond. Gohan didn't expect him too.

"I just wish I could see him, that's all." Gohan looked down at his hands, it was nice to finally be able to talk about it. The last three years Gohan wouldn't allow himself to talk about it.

Piccolo sighed, standing up and walking over to his student, placing his large green hand on his shoulder. Gohan looked up at Piccolo.

"I know you do, kid." Piccolo said, "Maybe one day you will. Go home before that mother of yours gets too worried."

Gohan watched as his teacher flew off into the sky. Once Piccolo was out of sight, Gohan glanced down at his hands. Was Piccolo right? Will he be able to see his father one day?

"Gohan! Gohan!"

The young saiyan walked into the door to have his brother run up to him.

"Oh Goten," Gohan smiled as he reached down and picked up his little brother. This was his reason to keep on living, "How are you doing sport?"

"Momma's sad." Goten placed his hands on the sides of Gohan's face, "Gohan make momma happy."

"Today is a hard day for mom," Gohan placed one hand onto of his little brother's hand, "So how about we go to bed tonight with no problems, okay little brother?"

Goten face twisted every so slightly, Gohan knew how much he hated going to bed, but today Goten nodded slightly, sliding down from his older brother's arms. Gohan sighed in relief, grabbing Goten's hand, "Want me to tell you a bedtime story?"

Goten smiled from ear to ear, "Bedtime story!" And to much surprise to Gohan, Goten pulled Gohan along with him upstairs to his bedroom.

Once Gohan was able to dress Goten for bed, and set him down into his bed, Gohan sat down gently on his bed.

"So let me think of a good bedtime story," Gohan looked up, thinking of a story. Once he was taking to long to think, Goten kicked the bed from under his sheets.

"Tell me! Tell me!" He yelled, glancing up at his brother with his bright big eyes. In that moment Gohan couldn't help but to remember his father. Goten looked identical to Gokuu.

"I got a story," Gohan smiled, "Did I ever tell you when the story when Dad taught me how to swim?"

Goten shook his head, smiling from ear to ear. Goten knew that he had a father who died, and Gohan made sure to let Goten know everything about their father. He loved talking about him.

"I was a little older than you," Gohan started, thinking back, "I wasn't very brave than, I was afraid of the water."

"Big brother never afraid!" Goten shocked, Gohan laughed, placing his hand on top of his brother's head.

"Even I get afraid of some things, little one."

It was only about another ten minutes of story telling before Goten fell asleep. Gohan stocked the hair of his little brother. Piccolo's reaction to earlier, he was surprised that Piccolo would ever think that Gohan would hurt himself. At one moment in his life that could have been true, but since Goten had entered his life all of that had changed. Goten was Gohan's life now.

Gohan looked behind him to find his mother leaning against the doorway. He noticed the tears in her eyes. Gohan frowned slightly; her pain brought him back to the arena earlier today. He'd hide that pain from her; he didn't want his mother to worry.

Gohan stood up and walked outside his brother's door, closing it behind him. He looked up at his mother; her eyes were streaming with tears.

"Thank you for putting your brother to bed," Chi-Chi whipped her tears from her eyes, "Do you want something to eat?"

"Sure," Gohan nodded, walking up to his mother and placing his hand on her shoulder. They embraced in a hug, before walking downstairs arm and arm into the kitchen.

"Your father was such a nut," Chi-chi laughed, after she prepared Gohan some food, she sat down with a cup a coco, remising about the old days with her husband. Gohan could tell that talking about him made this day easier, "You know he searched for that Dragonball for a straight month. I was afraid he'd miss your birth."

"Really?" Gohan laughed, taking a drink out of his own cup of coco.

"I was two days away from my due date and your father still hadn't found that damn ball. I kept asking him why it was so important to him," Chi-chi laughed, wrapping her hands around her cup, "You know why that four star ball is so important."

"Yeah," Gohan smiled down at his cup, "It was Great-Grandpa Gohan's Dragonball."

There was a happy silence between them; it was as if Gokuu was in the room with them.

And than it hit Gohan, he wasn't sure why he hadn't thought about it before. Without saying a word Gohan stood up.

"Gohan?" Chi-chi looked up at her son, they were having such a nice talk and it worried her how serious Gohan became now. Gohan walked out of kitchen and into the living room, Chi-chi followed behind, "Gohan, what's wrong?"

Gathering the Dragonballs was almost a tradition in the Son home, after the year had passed for the Dragonballs to appear on the scooter, Gohan had collected three of them, the two star ball, four star ball, and the seven star ball.

"I don't know why I didn't think of it before," Gohan grabbed the balls and turned around to his mom, "Let's make a wish to see Dad!"

Chi-chi face melted, looking down at the ground, "…Gokuu-sa," tears built up into his eyes, "He said- He said he didn't want to come back." Chi-chi crumbed, her face falling into her hands as she sobbed.

Gohan set the Dragonballs back down, looking at his mother, before his looking down at the ground. He didn't mean to upset his mother, he didn't think before saying his thought out loud. The thought of seeing his father again got the best of him.

He walked over to his mother, his arms wrapping around her. Gohan had just about reached his mother's height; Chi-chi slowly leaned into her son.

"Mom," Gohan softly whispered, "I'm sorry."

It only lasted for a moment, but Chi-chi's tears faded, as she looked up at her oldest son softly smiling, "If anyone can think of a way to see Gokuu-sa again, it's you, Gohan-chan."

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