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It had been a month since the brave sacrifice of Son Goku. A brilliant hero, friend and most of all, father. Gohan sat on his desk, silently staring at the sky. 'I know you're not proud of me, Dad. How could you be? I endangered everybody's life because of my selfish desires, you even died! You can't proud of me, I'm nothing but a fool.'

Gohan hated the fact that he still had to study to catch up for the 3 years he missed. Truly, he just wanted to wake up, eat and sleep. He was going through serious depression and who wouldn't be if he went through what he did. He hadn't spoken to anybody (outside his family) since the Cell Games ended and refused to look eye to eye with his own mother. He became cold. Very cold. In the distance, he could hear the cries of his new born baby brother in the livingroom. His wails bounced of the walls, room to room and seemed to be making Gohan feel quite agitated.

"Could you be quiet for just one freaking minute?!" Gohan yelled in frustration. He punched desk, forgetting his strength and made a huge crack through it's smooth wooden surface.

Goten was silent for a few seconds after hearing his brother's angered voice. He cried even louder which resulted in Gohan drop unto his bed, cursing to under his breath. ChiChi quickly attended to her crying child and stared at Gohan's room door.

"I really don't know what gotten into him. It seems that he's been very hot tempered lately." Chichi states. "Or is it just me?" She looks to her dad, sitting down in a chair comfortably.

"No, you're right, ChiChi! Something's definitely wrong with him. Perhaps it's just puberty." He replies.

"Hmm... I don't think so, Dad. It might have something to do with Goku's death... Maybe..." she wonders.

Gohan lifts one eyebrows as he hears his mother's and grandfather's conversation. He rolls his eyes.

"I just wish everybody would leave me alone! I'm fine! All this 'sympathy' stuff is only pissing me off! I'm not broken, I'm not different, the only thing I am is tired!" Gohan shouts into his pillow, distorting his voice.

As quietly as a mouse, his mother entered his room, only to find him facedown to his pillow.

"Gohan?" she asked softly.

"What?" he answered in a harsh sounding tone.

"Dinner's almost ready, I think you should finish up your work for now."

Oh sure, the work that he hadn't even touched for 3 hours.

"Whatever." he replied.

"Gohan, are you sure everything's okay? You haven't seemed your usual self for a while and it's starting to show, sweetie."

He hated it when she called him that. He simply shrugged his shoulders and turned so that he was lying on his back.

"I'm fine, mom. Seriously." She gave him a glare in response. Not a harsh vicious one, but more of a concerned, confused. After losing her husband, she wanted to make sure that nothing bad would happen to any of her babies.

"Okay. Also I have something important to talk about, but I think it'll be better if I say at dinner." his worried mother said closing his door as she exited.

"Mothers. Being the biggest pains since the beginning of time." Gohan uttered, staring at the ceiling. " I seriously don't see a problem. I eat, I sleep, I do my school work; what more could she want from me?"

He began to remember just how horrible he was to his father. Little did he know that it would be the last things he heard from him. Gohan appeared to be a whole different person with his Super Saiyan 2 power.

(Not original dialogue, in the story he's much worse)

'Gohan! You need to finish Cell off now!'

'What? No! He need to cry and suffer an beg for his life. I want to him to feel every single bit of pain everybody else did! And still, even if he does beg, he'll recieve no mercy!'

He could remember the shocked looks on everybody's face as he chuckled maliciously. It haunted him.

'Gohan! You need to do this now! He's desperate, he knows he can't win! Finish him before he does anything that we'll all regret!'

'Be quiet! He's going to hurt so much he'll beg for death. And nothing you say is going to change that. Don't try to stop me, unless you'd like to take his place, dad.'

He knew he didn't mean a single word he said. He couldn't ever torture his dad, it would destroy him. He could remember the impish smirk on his face. Something that cruel, something that horrible would fit Vegeta. But not Gohan, not the innocent child who saved his fathers life at age 5. Not the brilliant little genius that had bravely travelled to Namek to revive all his loved ones.

'Did he just-'

Gohan's flashback was cut off by the sound of his mother calling his name for dinner. He reluctantly got up and sat with his family to eat.

As the moody half-breed pulled his chair, he noticed Goten sitting on a high chair, cheering. Everybody sat in silence (except for Goten) and ate quietly. Goten threw his small bowl of baby food at his brother, clapping and laughing as if he was proud of himself.

"Goten..." Gohan growled staring at his younger brother. ChiChi and Ox King gave him a look of concern as he glared at the baby. To their amazement, he just gave Goten a sarcastic smile and continued eating. ChiChi and her father both gave sighs of relief simultaneously and smiled and Gohan. He returned back what looked like a ghost of a smile. The silence continued as he finished his food.

"So, mom. What did you want to say before?" Gohan asked with his mouthful of rice.

"Oh yes. I've decided to enroll you at a public school-" Gohan's eyes nearly popped out of his head and for the first time in weeks he actually made eye contact with his mother.

"You did what? Why?!" He asked, very ill mannered as he knew not to interrupted her.

"Well, me and dad think it would be a good idea for you to make some friends your own age and try to fit in. Plus you wouldn't have to be sitting in a stuffy room all day." ChiChi chuckled lightly.

"BUT DON'T I FIT IN, MOM!" he replied exasperated. "AND WHAT IF I DON'T WANT TO GO?!"

"YOU ARE GOING GOHAN! PLEASE! I CAN'T BE TAKING CARE OF A SMALL BABY BOY WHILE HAVING HOMESCHOOL YOU!" she snapped back. She suddenly began to wail uncontrollably. "It's too much for just a woman! I have limits!"

Gohan knew exactly what card she was playing. Usually he would give in and agree, but his temper refused to let him calm down.

"DON'T TRY TO GUILT TRIP ME MOM, IT DOESN'T WORK ANYMORE! I'M NOT GOING!" he responded completely irate. He stormed to his room and began to change his clothes, as he's recent shirt now had baby food all over it. He could hear his mother mumbling as she was cleaning up after dinner. Gohan went to sleep, hoping that tomorrow would be better.

Thank you for reading, just so you know Gohan isn't a Vegeta now, he's just not very patient like he used to be. He continues to blame himself for his father's death and believes that his father hates him after the barbaric things he said to Goku before he died. He thinks the real reason that Goku didn't want to come back is because he loathed Gohan for being so disobedient and cruel. Okay, bye! Leave a review! :)