Man I suck at this whole consistency thing. i promise I am trying, and hopefully Chapter 3 will be out by next Sunday. I am trying to make sure I update every Sunday, and I am testing out how that will work with my schedule! As always please review and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own dbz, all rights go to Akira Toryama and Toei Animation.

Chapter Two

Gohan awoke with a jolt the next morning. His face was covered with sweat as locks of his hair stuck to his face. He looked at the clock Bulma had placed at his bedside. 4:01, it is so early. Gohan closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep. Anything to escape reality, but to no avail. The world was not very merciful.

He pushed the covers off and got out of the bed. He was freezing in nothing but his boxers, so he put on the gi he was wearing yesterday. Gohan got out of the room and began walking. He wasn't sure where he was going, but for some reason, his feet took him to the front of this room. He looked at the door for a little while, wondering if he should knock, or just walk in. He knew someone was in there, he could hear the punches being made and feel the power surging through the room. He decided to just open the door.

Gohan walked in a fell to his knees instantly. Vegeta looked at him from the corner of his eyes, before turning around completely. He didn't saw anything, he just observed. He was curious to see how long the boy needed before he would be able to get up. Gohan strained against the gravity, pushing up and up until he was pushed flat against the floor again.

Vegeta smirked and snickered from the other side of the room as Gohan lifted his head to look at the man. "This too much for you?" He sneered.

"No, I am just fine." Gohan replied, this time determined to get up. He powered up, reaching super saiyan, and slowly got off the floor. He wiped some sweat off his forehead before turning to the saiyan on his left. He looked at Vegeta confused. "How do you do it?"

"Do what, boy?" Vegeta responded impatient as ever.

"You're not a super saiyan, yet you are standing in this gravity as if its nothing?"

"Maybe you are just weak." Vegeta responded, smirking. But Gohan knew that wasn't the case. He was definitely stronger than Vegeta, that was a fact. The saiyan observed the expression on Gohan's face.

"You're not used to this gravity, boy. You have never been in this room before."

"So, if I were to train here in my base form, would I be able to stand in here?" He asked. Vegeta nodded and Gohan powered down instantly. He was slammed against the cold hard floor, but he didn't care, the pain was a good distraction. He pushed up with his arms, attempting to do a pushup, but he was slammed against the floor again.

Vegeta looked at him intrigued by how far the boy would go. Did he expect to be able to get used to this gravity so easily? Vegeta examined the half-saiyan's expression. He looked angry and frustrated, and Vegeta knew it had nothing to do with the gravity room. The boy was trying to grieve the best way possible.

He pushed his hand against the floor and pushed up as much as he could without powering up. Beads of sweat fell from his forehead and his gi stuck to his skin, but he kept pushing until he was able to get on his knees with his arms on the floor. He looked just about ready to collapse, but he also looked as determined as ever. He glanced to the side and noticed Vegeta staring at him intently.

Gohan gave the adult a pointed look. "What?" he asked.

"Is this how you are going to carry on?" The adult responded.

"What do you mean?"

"Is this your method of coping? Just putting as much strain on your self as possible?"

"Why is it any of your business?" Gohan said looking back down at the floor.

"It isn't." Vegeta commented dryly. It was as if he was edging the boy on. "I was just thinking-"

"Well don't. I don't give a damn what you think." The teen replied as he tried to do another push up.

Vegeta's jaw clenched as he fought back an obscene reply. Anything he said would only further provoke the boy. It wasn't as if he cared, though, or at least that was what he told himself. He just did not see any need in bothering the boy even more.

He looked at the clock, it was 7:30 now, meaning that it was time to go and grab some breakfast. It also meant that Gohan had been on the GR for three and a half hours now, and he still was not giving up. Vegeta pressed a button to open the sliding door and walked out without another word to the boy.

He walked to the kitchen, where he saw Bulma drinking some coffee. Her eyes were red and puffy, he assumed she had been crying. When she would usually greet Vegeta with a "good morning" she did not even seem to acknowledge or even notice his presence. "Woman." he said, by way of greeting. Bulma looked up at him, startled that he was in the room.

"How's he doing?" Bulma asked him, genuinely concerned for the teen.

"How do you think he is doing?" Vegeta responded plainly.

"Dammit Vegeta, could you at least try to be considerate. For once!" she yelled as she stormed out.

She's particularly on edge. Vegeta thought as he looked down at the ground. He was pulled out of his reverie, however, when he heard the sound of a child crying. He knew it was not Trunks, his son's cries were much louder. This one was softer, gentler, the sound of a newborn child.

"Woman," Vegeta called, wanting Bulma to silence the child. The high pitched noise hurt his gentle saiyan ears. But the crying stopped before Bulma got there.

She walked to the room, a bottle in hand, but stopped at the entrance. Inside the room was Gohan, cradling his little brother. Tears were streaming down his eyes as he looked at the child. "You're all I have left," he said, holding onto his brother's fingers. "Mom and dad are gone, all I have is you." The tears just kept coming, and Gohan furiously tried to wipe them away. Goten started crying as well, and Gohan just rocked his back and forth slowly.

"Don't cry, brother. Please stop crying." he began, and Bulma could not help but smile from her position at the doorway. Goten's crying slowly ceased as he fell back asleep. Gohan gently placed him in the crib and got down on his knees. "I'm so sorry," he began his silent tears falling on the floor.

"It's all my fault. It's my fault that you won't grow up with parents. It's all my fault. All of it! I'm so so sorry brother. I am. I am so sorry." Gohan repeated those words over and over again as if they were a prayer.

Bulma looked at the teen, eyes wide. She never thought Gohan would blame himself. Her sheer surprise caused her to drop the bottle she was holding and once it hit the floor, her presence became known to the half saiyan. He looked at her, horrified that she had heard him.

"Gohan," she began, not knowing what to say, but before she could even begin, Gohan ran out of the room.

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"I don't know where he went Piccolo! We need to find him though! He can't go through this alone, dammit!" Bulma banged her fist against the table. Gohan had been missing for three hours now. Piccolo and Vegeta had both tried locating his ki, but Gohan had suppressed it and neither of them knew where he could have gone.

"What was he doing before he left?" Piccolo asked, trying to fit these pieces together.

"He was… he was in his brother's room. He was on knees, apologizing, begging his brother for forgiveness." Bulma hid her face in her arms as she started crying all over again. "He blames himself… for the death of his parents. He thinks it's his fault that Goten is going to grow up without a parent."

"That damn kid," Piccolo began bitterly, "he was too selfless for his own good. Always blaming himself for things he has no control over."

"Piccolo, I am scared for him. I, I don't want him to go through this alone," Bulma trembled as she looked into the namekian warrior's eyes.

"Don't worry, if anyone can get through this, it's Gohan." Piccolo told her, but he wasn't too sure about it himself. He felt useless and weak right now, but there was nothing he could do. Gohan did not want to be found, he made that clear when he rejected Piccolo's attempt at a telepathic communication.

"Namek," called the flame haired warrior from the doorway. "I found the brat. He's on the roof."

Piccolo let out a bitter chuckle. "All that worrying and he was right in front of us." He walked out of the room, his white cape swaying behind him. He needed to talk to the kid.

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"Not a very clever hiding spot," Piccolo commented, taking a seat next to Gohan on the roof of Capsule Corp.

"I'm sorry. I, just need to sort things out."

"Take your time Gohan. It's okay to grieve, you know. I am here for you, if you-"

"I'm fine. Thank you, but I am fine. There is nothing wrong with me." Gohan cut Piccolo off.

"It's not your fault, kid. Stop blaming-"

"I'm fine, Piccolo!" Gohan snapped at his mentor. He realized what he had done, and gasped. "I'm sorry, Piccolo, I… I just need to be alone for a while. I need to be alone."

"Fine, kid, point taken." Piccolo couldn't bring himself to be angry at Gohan for his outburst. The kid has been on edge lately, and quite frankly, Piccolo couldn't blame him. "You know where to find me." He said, and lept off the building without turning back.

Gohan leaned back, his arms behind his head. He looked up at the stars, searching for some sign, some guidance, so he could know what to do. He felt tears well up, but he held them back and clenched his fists. He could not cry now. He had to be strong, for his brother's sake.

So that was it for this chapter guys! please review and let me know what you think and if you have any questions, please feel free to PM me anytime! I don't bite! -Reem