Gohan's eyes flew open as he bit down on his lower lip. For a few wild moments, he lay completely still, listening to the pounding of his racing heart, his breath ragged.

It was a dream, he told himself, wiping the sweat from his face. An extremely ... vivid dream, but still a dream. He forced himself to sit up and swung his legs over the bed. Thank heaven Goten is spending the night with Trunks. Gotta clean this up quick.

A few minutes stealthy work left his bed clean, but Gohan couldn't bring himself to go back to sleep yet. Quietly, he crept out of the house and ran for the lake. The night chill felt wonderful on his feverish skin as he wove through the trees. He knew his mom couldn't sense his ki if he flew, but it would be just his luck.

Either that, or Goten will wake up and wonder what I'm doing. More likely, he and Trunks snuck out of bed to keep training and they'll both show up. Or Vegeta let them stay up anyway. He wouldn't care if they drove themselves to unconsciousness. Hell, he'd probably give them pointers on how to do it right. Gohan shook his head as he neatly folded his clothes on the shore. He waded out into the water, took a deep breath and dove to the bottom of the lake.

On a whim, he grabbed a few small pebbles from the bottom, just to prove he was really awake. Then, he flipped over and let himself float slowly upwards. The waxing moon rippled, shattered, and melted together above him.

Maybe it is the Saiyan in me, he mused as he broke the surface. He laid back and drifted in the calm. Being a normal teenager is tough enough. Too bad there's no one to ask about growing up Saiyan. Dad's not here, and he was raised in the middle of nowhere anyway. Bulma says he didn't know what a girl even was until he met her. Mom says he didn't have a clue what marriage was either. The only other person to ask would be Vegeta, and ... well... Vegeta would probably put me through a wall if I even tried.

Gohan grinned at the thought of asking Vegeta about Saiyan puberty. That was one way to get to see his father again. But he'd rather wait for the tournament, even if it was only one day. He let his mind drift as idly as his body, until he felt relaxed enough to catch a few more hours sleep. He did raise just enough ki to dry off so he could dress, and crept back home. Right before he fell asleep, he wondered, How am I going to face Videl?