I sit on the bed, intently staring at the little stuffed monkey as its tiny beaded eyes stare back blankly. The light reflects off of the beads like the sunlight, although it reminded me so of the moonlight in my dreams. It was odd how this tiny ape could make me so melodramatic... I fall back on to my pillow, my arms tucked behind my head as I cushion my already soft impact. My ceiling seemed so far away from me, but it's within touching distance if I stand up on my bed. My thoughts drifted to one particular dream, the one I discussed with Mr. Piccolo. That conversation seemed so long ago...

x-x-x-x

The trickle of the streams and the sway of trees in the breeze was enough to calm anyone that day, but Piccolo felt uneasy. Something was coming, something he wasn't going to like, and yet he wasn't tensed, not like the other times when there had been a fight, an enemy, a challenge. His eyes opened and he snapped out of his meditation. Lowing himself to the ground, he took a drink from the water flowing through his hands as he dipped them into the stream. He sensed a familiar Ki approaching and wrestled back the internal smile from becoming an external grin.

"Gohan... Hello." The green alien welcomed as the half saiyan touched down. The boy didn't seem to pleased to be there though, had something happened? The mentor was going to ask but Gohan broke the uncomfortable silence.

"Hi Mr. Piccolo," the boy greeted, "it's great to see you again." The silence lapsed, and Piccolo became more uneasy. This was the something he wouldn't like... "Do you think we could talk about the old days?" Gohan asked.

"Of course Gohan, is there anything you'd like to start with?" The Namekian felt he should at least pretend to pry, if only to give his student some closure. Gohan nodded and sat down, looking up at his mentor and waiting for him to do the same. Piccolo touched dirt, and then looked to his friend, awaiting whatever was going to happen.

"Have you ever had an odd dream before Mr. Piccolo?" The teen started, his worried eyes avoiding contact, as for once in his life, he needed to show some control to his emotionless tutor. He knew he couldn't be as rock solid as Piccolo was when it came to troubling matters, but he could at least try to steel himself for what he was about to try and explain. With that he made a strong eye contact and continued. "It's just that, lately I've been having these weird dreams, where things have been destroyed, or blasted by Ki. In all that wreckage and agony, I can somehow see it as my fault, but I can't quite place what I've done. There was something... Long ago that must've happened, and yet I don't remember what." The teen gazed upon his mentor and took a breath. "You were there Mr. Piccolo, I remember your face clearly in the chaos... You were overwhelmed."

The Namek sighed once and stood. He looked down upon his student and folded his arms over his chest. "You ever wondered why the moon doesn't exist on this planet, kid?" The man watched Gohan shake his head, and then he looked past Gohan, at a time that the boy didn't know about. "You're a saiyan... All saiyan's transform into giant apes at the full moon, and whether they want to or not, they smash things up, and chase anything that moves. That included me all those years back. You were a pest..."

Gohan jolted slightly, and looked hurt under his mentors' words. "I was... One of those things? But Mr. Piccolo, I was... I mean I must've been about-"

"5 years old. You did it twice by the way" Piccolo said unforgivably. "Once when the moon was there, and then again when a hologram created a moon, and your tail grew back." He grunted and shrugged. "I didn't know that your memories came back, how much do you remember?" He asked.

"I don't... Remember anything." Came Gohan's reply "I thought it was just a silly nightmare."

"Then this has to be something you figure out on your own Gohan." Piccolo replied, "I don't know how many other times you went berserk, but i'm pretty sure it stopped after your tail failed to grow back again."

Gohan nodded and then thanked his friend, bringing his hand to his chin as he lapsed into a deeper thought. "Thanks for talking with me today Mr. Piccolo, drop by the house whenever you like!" Gohan smiled just like his father, and then floated up into the air, shooting off with a wave of his hand. Piccolo felt that he could breath easy again for now, 'but by god' he thought 'why me?'.

Gohan flew back home, but stopped outside of west city and did a twist, turning instead to the ever increasing power level outside of Capsule Corporation. Vegeta would have some answers... So long as Gohan asked the right questions.