Disclaimer: See introduction
A/N
Special thanks to Angel for betaing this chapter.
Also to DB for being the first to review thanks!!
A note about updating. Plan to update once a week. I figure that I can make time to make sure I have a chapter to post once a week. Any less frequent and it gets people annoyed, any more and I don't think I would have time to write the chapters w/o getting burnt out…
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Not So Happy Reunion
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Chichi was in her kitchen busy as a bumble bee, as the expression goes. It had been seven months, six days, five hours, ten minutes plus a couple odd seconds since she had last seen her pride and joy. Yet even without Gohan around there were always needs to be attended to. She was finding that as her belly swelled it was harder to move around, yet her appetite was growing.
Chichi sighed to her self as she was cooking; it didn't feel the same around the house without even one of the Son men around to pamper. It was just… well lonely. Sure she understood what Gohan was going through, but what about her! She was the one, who lost her life long love, and her son didn't even care enough to be there for her, and after all she had done for him to! Well no, that wasn't really fair to be thinking Chichi scolded herself, Goku was most likely more important to Gohan than he was to her. Yet here it was seven months, six days, five hours, and fifteen minutes since she had seen her precious boy. Chichi forced herself to be strong and not let any more tears fall. She had already shed enough for both the men that use to be in her life.
*flashback to six months ago*
Chichi was dressed to travel. She had hiking boots on, a pack filled with capsulated food, enough for her and Gohan to eat comfortably for a few days at least, and of course she had her trust Pan hanging from a backpack filled with clothes and other necessities.
"Piccolo! Why won't you help me! My precious baby has been gone for an ENTIRE MONTH!!! What if he hurt himself? What if he is hungry? My baby needs me!" screamed Chichi into Piccolo's poor, most likely permanently damaged ears. Piccolo was standing in front of Chichi blocking the door to her house and blocking out most of what would be a sunny day.
Sighing Piccolo shook his head, "He needs to be alone. This is Gohan, he will be fine… unless he doesn't want to liv- "
"WHAT!" Chichi screamed renewing her efforts to push Piccolo out of the way, "YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT MY BABY IS TRYING TO KILL HIMSELF!" Piccolo cringed from the screaming and was actually pushed back a foot by the terrified mother.
"No, of course not, what I was saying is that there is nothing on this planet that can harm Gohan in anyway, except for Gohan himself! Chichi, calm down and let him return on his own! If you don't you will only push him farther away from you, is that what you want?" Piccolo retorted calmly which in turn helped Chichi a great deal in her efforts to return to a calm exterior.
When Chichi had finally calmed down she stood completely still, now in the doorway of the Son house with the morning sunshine blazing down on her in all its glory.
"I… I-I just want my baby…" with that she broke down and used the nearest available Kleenex, Piccolo, as she broke down and began to sob.
"Why can't he be here? Doesn't he know that I need him?" Chichi choked out through her tears while Piccolo stood silently, feeling somewhat disgruntled as he wasn't use to close contact of this kind, trying his best to help ease Chichi's aching heart.
Eventually Chichi calmed down and was able to bite back her tears using the corner of her apron and her teeth to great effect. Piccolo stayed a while longer to make sure that she wouldn't chase after her son, not that she quite knew where he was, the second that he was out of sight. Once he had obtained a promise from Chichi that she would leave her son to come back on his own Piccolo departed into the noonday sky with a brief mention that he would watch over Gohan to an extent…
*end flashback*
Sighing quietly to her self, and once more using the corner of her household apron and her teeth to great effect, that seemed to be happening a lot these days, Chichi bit back another round of tears knowing that her poor blood shot eyes could use the break if she ever wanted to get a good look at her Gohan again.
Slowly, and without the usual hop that accompanied her step Chichi went back to cleaning the house. Maybe it didn't need it, seeing as it was the fifth time that day that she was organizing the bookshelf (A/N does the Son house even have a bookshelf?) and she had done the same to ever other area of the house for every day for the last torturous seven months, six days, five hours, and twenty seven minutes.
Gohan was flying lazily in the lukewarm afternoon air. The sun was almost directly over head, and even flying at the speed at which he was he could detect a slight breeze coming from the north. Upon the breeze he smelt a dinosaur, no three of them. Below was rolling hills of luscious green; and sparkling rivers. No sight lasted longer than five seconds in his viewing range, yet each seemed one hundred times more defined than the last time he had seen, smelt, or felt any of the sights.
He really had never realized what a beautiful world it was, nor had he ever taken the time to think how much fun it would be to devastate the inferior planet; one parasite at a time… broke out laughing in quiet a dark manner.
Gohan: NO! I said you could make me strong, but I absolutely refuse to allow you to harm this planet!
Dark Gohan: Don't you see? You don't have any say in the matter. You willingly let me take control. Trust me I will not be as stupid as you and give you half a chance to remedy your mistake!
The internal struggle continued for quiet some time, all the while Gohan was getting closer and closer to home sweet home. When his house finally peaked over the horizon it was still only a couple hours into the after noon and his internal debate was just finishing up.
Gohan: NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, and once more NO! You may NOT destroy this planet, any life form on this planet, YOU ARENT EVEN ALLOWED TO HARM ANY OF THEM!
Dark Gohan: Fine, fine, fine. I obviously don't have enough control yet to do anything directly against your wishes. Hear me well though. You won't escape, and eventually you will be powerless to stop me!
Gohan growled aloud and silenced any further response from the side of Gohan that we all know and love just as he touched down outside his house. He took a moment to look around and admire the abundant wilderness, which hopefully would soon be dead and in piles of ash, before heading inside…
He opened the door quietly, slipping in and heading up to his room. On his way up the old wooden and splintered stairs he could hear his mother in the kitchen. It sounded like she was moving about slowly, dragging her feet as if she wasn't wholly in the present, or was in dreadful need of sleep.
Figures, that baka has been worried about me. HA as if I couldn't take care of myself!
Gohan shook his head and continued on to the door of his room which was left half open, the same as it was the day him and his weakling father went off to fight against Cell. After pausing for a moment, taking a whiff of the air he determined that it smelt the same too. For lack of any other words to describe it, it smelt like books and dirty socks.
With a half-smirk Gohan walked into the room quietly stripping off his tattered gi. He walked over to his dresser, shuffling through the ugly blue gi's, looking for something a little more suited for him. Finally he found a black one at the very bottom that he felt was perfect. Turning he walked into his bathroom to take a shower and change into the fresh clothing, leaving his dresser disheveled.
Chichi was making her normal, moping rounds through the house. Wondering quietly to herself what more she could do to dull the pain of absence. The house was clean, cleaner, and even cleaner. Bulma was having a private weekend with Vegeta, lucky for Chichi Dr. Briefs wasn't away on another of his business trips and was more than happy to watch over the little demi-saiyan.
Basically she was bored… humming quietly to herself, trudging a track around and around the house. Walking past the clean kitchen, through the speckles family room, upstairs past Gohan's room with the shower running. Last but not least making her way into her and Goku's bed-. Chichi stopped dead in her tracks right outside her and Goku's room.
"Gohan…shower… GOHAN!" with that she abruptly about faced and ran into her little boy's room, tears falling down her cheeks frantically searching for her boy. She found him when he walked out of the bathroom, dressed in only a towel and still slightly wet from his preceding shower.
Gohan stood there looking impassively at his mother, wondering why see was standing there 'bawling like a baby' when he was suddenly swept up in a huge, bone crushing huge from his mother.
"GohanYou'rebackWhendidyougethereAreyoualrightYoulookhaggardComedownstairsandillfixyouabittoeatWHATwereyouthinkingDoyouhaveanyideahowworriedIv'ebeenabout you!?" (A/N *translation* Gohan! You're back. When did you get here? Are you alright? You look haggard! Come downstairs and I'll fix you a bit to eat. WHAT were you thinking! Do you have any idea how worried I've been about you!?)
Chichi's triad was stopped only because she momentarily ran out of breath and she was eagerly about to proceed when Gohan firmly detached himself from her hug, side stepped her walking over to his bed, and began getting dressed in the black Gi he had laid there before going into the shower.
During the exchange Chichi was lucky not to have noticed her son's face seeing as it would have confused and hurt her even more. When Gohan first felt the hug he had to calm down against the overpowering urge to forcefully remove Chichi from him and had only restrained the snarl from escaping his lips when she mentioned food. Deciding that the offense of his person could be over looked until he at least had a full stomach.
Once Gohan was dressed he turned back to his mother with an expectant look on his face. "Food?" was all he said and Chichi responded in a much to rote fashion from shock to notice that his voice had a much harsher, more demanding edge to it.
Chichi nodded and once her mind recovered from the shock of seeing her son, let alone not allowing her to embrace him, she began walking towards the kitchen motioning for Gohan to follow. The Son grin made its way onto Chichi's face as the full impact of her son being home dawned on her.
Gohan shook his head slightly behind his mother's back, his keen saiyan sense picking up quiet easily on her mood. Following her down the stairs he had to decide how best to shatter her, 'happy go lucky mood'.
Dark Gohan: I could just kill her and be done with it…
Gohan: NO!
Gohan mentally chuckled while suppressing his soft side. No
he wouldn't kill the bitch. Least ways not yet… Gohan was rudely snapped out of
his mental planning when Chichi, still with the oblivious bounce in her step,
placed six plates she was juggling down on the table for Gohan.
"Go ahead and start with your appetizer, I'll whip something up really quick for the rest of your meal." She ordered to Gohan as she was turning to the refrigerator to pull out meat and other items to make Gohan a welcome home feast.
Gohan barely acknowledge his mother as he sat down with a huff inhaling the food as if it was likely to disappear in the next nano second if he didn't hurry up and eat it first.
It was barely twenty minutes, and a whole thirty course meal, later when Gohan sat back finally full and somewhat content. Chichi was sitting at the table, having made a little something for herself and was looking at Gohan all teary with pure joy when Gohan decided it was time to speak up. When he began, his tone alone knocked the tears out of Chichi's eyes, the smile off her face, and utterly destroyed her happy thoughts of her family being as it once was.
"Listen, and listen to me well for you won't be hearing me again" Gohan began, while relaxing back into his chair and glaring at Chichi, "I don't give a rat's ass about you, or how happy you are that I have returned. I don't want to talk to you, and I don't want to listen to your screech. To this end, you shall talk to me only when it is absolutely necessary, and I won't be talking to you. Understood?" Not even waiting for a response he stood and headed off towards his room, acknowledging Chichi's faint nod and to shocked to speaking with a crisp and resounding, "Good" just before he exited the kitchen.
Chichi sat quietly in the kitchen for told hours before she snapped out of her shock, heading immediately for the telephone to call Bulma. Tears were already falling down her face in their familiar pattern.
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A/N: No I don't have anything against Gohan, and I really hate making him this evil… well I don't hate because it is rather fun to write. But don't worry he won't stay this way forever.
Also if the chapters seem short. I'm sorry but I don't do much writing, I hope to increase the length as I continue writing…
Well R&R
Feel free to flame me if ya think it stinks, but at least give some feed back on how to make it better.
Later
~DarkAssassin
~Warriorofplight
