Hello people! I want to say that this did take longer than I expected to write, and hopefully you aren't all mad at me. I also realized (Lol...see what I did there...?) that in the last chapter I didn't put anything about Goku in other world! I smacked myself for being so stupid, so in this chapter I tried to put a lot of Goku in here; unfortunately it's at the end of the chapter, but the next chapter will start out in other world too, so hopefully that tickles your fancy lol. I also made this chapter into two parts because as I started writing, I began to realize that this was going to be a very long chapter if I put in everything I wanted to put in, which I guess wouldn't be bad for you, but it also would have delayed the update by a lot longer. Anyways, hope you enjoy this chapter, and I will be starting on the next one shortly. Enjoy!

Chapter 2

Realization: Part 1

Gohan didn't feel like doing anything after his father had died. His mother had asked him to study the day after, but didn't push him when he silently refused. Gohan alternated looking between the top drawer of his desk, the ceiling, and, occasionally, he would sleep. He didn't speak to anyone, even when they had tried to come over and cheer him up upon request of his mother. He didn't eat, he barely slept, and would occasionally get out of bed, albeit reluctantly, to use the bathroom.

It was getting to the point where his mother was looking for anything...anything to get him to at least talk to her; if she could get him to get out of bed, that would be even better. Chi chi just didn't know what to do. She'd never dealt with something like this before. Her son had always been happy-go-lucky just like his father...his father...her husband...Goku... Oh how she missed whispering that name at night as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Oh how she wished she could just yell his name and he would come running in from outside for his next meal. She missed him so much...She sighed and sat down in a wooden chair at the kitchen table. The house reeked of chemicals, a sign that she had recently got done cleaning. Chi chi rests her chin in her hand, as her elbow rests on the table. She stared at the wall, exhausted, while she blew a loose strand of hair out of her face. She took a deep breath and sunk down onto the table, her head resting on her arms as she breathed in the toxins from the table. At that exact moment, the phone started to ring.

'Maybe I can just let it ring...if it's important, they'll call back.' Chi chi thought to herself. She breathed a sigh of relief and smiled as well as tucking her head deeper into her arms as the phone stops ringing. Again, a moment later, the phone rings. Her smile instantly vanishes and turns into an angry scowl. She pushed herself up off of the table and walks over to the phone which was hanging on the wall. With a grunt she picks it up, and yells, "What do you want?!"

"Whoa...maybe this was a bad time to call..."

Chi chi's scowl disappears, and her eyes slightly widen with realization of who was on the other line. She sighs and says, "I'm so sorry, Bulma. I'm just tired; I've been cleaning all day. I've gotta get the place all spruced up ya'know?"

"Oh yeah...sure. Well, I just called to let you know that I think I know a way to get Gohan up and around."

"Really?" Chi chi says with anticipation.

"Yup!" Bulma chirps.

"Well?! What is it?!" Chi chi yells with impatience.

"Well, I was thinking...Cell was defeated three days ago, and the whole world had already celebrated his defeat by the hands of 'the champ'; why don't we have our own celebration? I'll get the whole group together, and you can be in charge of getting Gohan here."

"Sure, but...how?"

"Don't worry...I've thought about that too. Just tell him that I asked if he could babysit Trunks for me. I know he likes to watch Trunks, and it won't be a complete lie; I do need him to watch Trunks for me...while the rest of us get the party set up."

It was true. The only person Gohan had really interacted with was little baby Trunks; as well as his older counter part, Mirai Trunks. Gohan didn't talk to them, but he would sit up and look at them when they entered his room; sometimes he would even play a little bit with baby Trunks, and mostly just listened to what Mirai had to say. Other than that, Gohan had done nothing for the past three days. It was hope to her that her son would get up out of bed soon. Chi chi thought about this.

"Well...I mean it could work..." Chi chi said while pondering the idea. It was their only option.

"I've already called the rest of the gang, so we're all waiting on your signal."

Chi chi sighs. "Well, go ahead. I'll get him up. We should be there by late afternoon. Bye-bye Bulma."

"Bye Chi! See ya real soon!"

Chi chi puts the phone back on the receiver and prepares herself. She walks up the stairs and knocks on her son's door. "Gohan," She calls softly as she knocks again. "Gohan, honey, I'm coming in." She says as she opens the door. Unaware of his mother's presence, Gohan kept thinking to himself.

'I should get out of bed...who am I kidding? I've been telling myself that for three days...I just don't have the energy...which is ironic.' Gohan sighed to himself. Only now aware of his mother's presence, he turns to look at her, and he even sits up; something that he never did when she was in the room. This gave Chi chi some new found hope.

"Gohan, sweetie, will you please just talk to me?" She asked softly. Gohan exasperatingly sighs.

"About what?" He replies a little more harsh and angry than he meant. Despite his tone, Chi chi smiled.

"Well, Bulma just called," Chi chi was excited. This was the first time he had spoken to anyone in three days. "and she wanted me to tell you that she needed someone to watch Trunks for her. She said she knew how much you love-"

"No." Gohan stated bluntly, interrupting her. Her smile, her new found hope, and her heart all plummeted down into her stomach. Her shoulders slumped a bit in defeat. She stared at her son with sad eyes, furrowed brows, and a solemn look.

"What do you mean 'no'?" She asks dejectedly.

Gohan cringed. He didn't mean to make her feel so dejected and defeated, and he himself didn't even understand why he said no, but all he knew was that the moment was going to get worse.

"What do you mean what do I mean? I mean that I don't want to go." Gohan says. 'But...I do actually want to go. I want to go so badly, mom' Gohan thought to himself.

"But, Bulma needs someone to watch Tr-"

"I don't care that she needs a baby sitter. I'm not the one she can pawn her son on when she needs to. Tell her to watch Trunks herself." Gohan says a bit harshly as he lays back down, his back to her. "Or better yet, why doesn't she get Vegeta to do it for her?"

Chi chi couldn't believe her ears. Where was her son? Where was the boy who loved everything and everyone? Where was the boy who was willing to help anyone no matter the cost? The boy in front of her was was a far cry from the boy she remembered. This boy was cold, selfish, and cynical. He didn't care about anyone or anything anymore. Where was her little boy? Where was her Gohan? Chi chi takes a step back from Gohan. She licks her lips and takes a deep breath.

"O-Okay. I'll just leave you alone then...if you need anything...just uh...just let me know...okay?" Before waiting for his reply, she walked out of his room and closed the door behind her.

She leaned against his door and sobbed quietly into her hand. With blurred vision, she walked back down stairs to dial Bulma's number to tell her the bad news. Little did Chi chi know, her son, too, was quietly sobbing.

'How could I be so mean to her? She didn't deserve it. I'm so stupid. I should have just said that I would go...that's what I really wanted anyways...why was I so stupid?' Gohan dug his face into his pillow as he continued to cry. 'What am I doing?'

Chi chi picked up the phone and redialed Bulma's number. As soon as the phone stopped ringing, Chi chi didn't wait for a greeting on the other side. "Bulma," Chi chi said as she sobbed into the phone, "Gohan rejected me. He was so harsh about it... I didn't deserve that did I? I'm sorry...he's just not gonna come. We can continue to have the party though if you want." Chi chi sniffles as she rubs the bottom of her nose with her index finger.

"The Hell he isn't" Replied a gruff voice on the other line. The next thing Chi chi heard was the semi-tone of the phone, a sign that the person on the other line had hung up.

Capsule Corps. A Few Minutes Earlier

As soon as Bulma had gotten off the phone with Chi chi, she called all of the Z-Fighters and gave them the 'okay'. Even Piccolo was there. He was excited at the prospect of seeing his pupil out of bed. Of course, he and Vegeta didn't help with any of the work for the party; instead they opted to do what they always did. They leaned up against a wall and kept to themselves. At that moment, the phone started to ring. Piccolo peeked open one eye to look at the phone, then to Vegeta. After it rang a few more times, the Namekian grew irritated.

"Are you going to get that?" He asked Vegeta, annoyed.

"No. The woman will get it. She always does." Vegeta replied, his tone thick with stubbornness.

Piccolo sighed, frustrated at the prince, and gently pushed himself off of the wall. With his arms crossed he walked up to the phone and stared at it.

"Well, if you're going to pick it up then pick it up! Don't stand there staring at it like a moron." Vegeta states, his eyes on the Namekian.

Piccolo uncrosses his arms and picks the yellow phone up off of the receiver. "He-" Before he could even get a proper greeting out, Chi chi had started ranting. It was about Gohan. 'Figures.' He thinks to himself as he rolls his eyes. The last couple of sentences caught his attention though.

"-he's just not gonna come. We can still have the party though if you want."

"The Hell he's not." Was all Piccolo said before he hung up, and turned around to face Vegeta.

Vegeta had a smirk across his face; he knew that the Namekian had grown frustrated with Gohan's attitude, the same could be said for the saiyan prince. "Finally done letting the brat mope around are you?" Vegeta stated as he uncrossed his arms and gently pushed himself off the wall, to face the Namek. Piccolo said nothing in return. Vegeta's smirk had grown into a scowl. "Well I for one have grown sick of it. No Saiyan worrior, half-breed or not, should be acting like this."

"You're absolutely right Vegeta. Let's go."

"What...are you going to let me knock him around?" Vegeta asked, his interests piqued.

"Perhaps...if you'd like." Piccolo replied coldly.

An evil smirk crossed Vegeta's face once again. "Well then, let's get going. Don't want to keep the brat waiting do we." Vegeta says as he chuckles evilly.

He and Piccolo walk out of the front doors of Capsule Corp. and shoot into the skies with every intention of getting Gohan out of bed.

The Son Home

After Chi chi had spoken with Piccolo, she was sorely confused. 'What did he mean by his comment? Oh well, I guess I'll figure it out.' She shrugs it off and leans her back against the counter. She takes a deep breath, her chest hurting because of the emotional stress her son had caused. She turns around to look at the digital clock on the stove. It was already almost 11 a.m. She would have to start making lunch soon.

Gohan hadn't moved from his spot since his mother left his room. He stopped crying now, but he felt numb...completely emotionless. He stared blankly at the wall with tired eyes. 'Maybe I can sleep for a while.' Gohan thought as he closed his eyes. Afew seconds later, they snap open again in confusion. 'Why are Piccolo and Vegeta on their way over here? No...they can't be coming over here...it's just mere coincidence. Yeah...they're just going to find a good place to spar, and it just happens to be around here. That's it.' Gohan thinks to himself as he closes his eyes again.

Other World

As soon as Goku had finished talking to his friends, he immediately went with King Kai to King Yemma's place. From there, he took a plane up to the Grand Kai's planet. As soon as he landed, Goku was eager to meet all of the new people. He was looking at the beautiful landscape when King Kai addressed him.

"Well, Goku, I meant to say this earlier, but you must be pretty proud of your son." King Kai says.

"Oh, like you wouldn't believe. I can't even describe it in words." Goku replies with pride shinning in his eyes.

"He must be the strongest in the universe by now." King Kai boastfully says.

"Who's the strongest in the universe?" Someone in front of them asks. The two turn their attention to the two people in front of them.

One of the men was a tall green man, with a white turban, and a white hat; a black belt adorned his middle, there to help keep his turban around his torso. He reminded Goku a lot of Piccolo, except this man was about a shade darker than Piccolo. The other man was a short, pudgy man who looked a lot like King Kai; He was a Kai, Goku had assumed, except he had one eye glass covering his left eye. He adjusted his eye glass before addressing the two again.

"I say again, who's the strongest in the universe?"

Before King Kai could respond, Goku says, "Oh, we were talking about my son; he's the strongest."

The short man looked at King Kai, then back to Goku and scoffed.

"No one could be stronger than my Pikkon. He's the strongest in the universe."

"Oh, shut your dirty old trap West Kai!" King Kai yells.

"Why should I? It's not like anyone can actually beat Pikkon. No one has, and no one ever will." West Kai states as he childishly sticks out his tongue to King Kai. King Kai growls in annoyance.

While the two keep bickering, Pikkon walks up to Goku. He sticks out his hand.

"Nice to meet you Goku. My name is Pikkon...as you've probably already heard." Pikkon states while rolling his eyes and directing an annoyed glare at the two bickering Kai's.

Goku smiles. "Hey, it's nice to meet you too Pikkon." Goku says as he grabs Pikkon's hand and shakes it.

They let go, and stand side by side watching the Kai's bicker a few feet away from them. By now, they were in each other's faces yelling. After a moment of watching them, Pikkon breaks the silence that had befallen between them.

"So, you were saying earlier that your son was the strongest? How do you know? There are many other people you haven't met, and probably will never meet." Pikkon states.

Goku turns to look at him. The Kai's stop bickering, also interested in Goku's answer.

"Well," Goku starts as a giant smile begins to form on his face, "I know that there are people that I might not ever meet, but I know that my son is the strongest because he is. He has the strongest resolve I've ever seen, the greatest stamina I've ever witnessed, the most amount of strength and speed I've ever experienced..." Goku pauses, remembering the smirk on his son's face as he made Cell tremble in fear right before Cell decided to blow himself up. "but he also has poor judgement, and lacks common sense when he becomes too cocky." Goku states. "But that's also what makes him a good fighter; a very powerful one at that. After all, no fighter is perfect. Am I right?" Goku states while elbowing Pikkon and laughing, the smile returning to his face.

"Uh...right." Pikkon states unsure of himself.

"Well...he's stronger than I am, and I'd say I'm pretty strong myself." Goku says with his infamous Son grin.

"By the way Goku," Pikkon starts, "what race is your son?" Pikkon asked curious.

"Well, he's not a race per-say." Goku states cryptically. At this Pikkon raises an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?" Pikkon asks. At this point, the two Kai's attention remain on Goku and Pikkon; the two obviously unaware.

"Well, I'm a saiyan and his mother is a human...so he's technically two races." Goku says as he scratches the back of his head.

Pikkon's eyes widen slightly.

"Wait...you said that you were a saiyan?" West Kai asks. In response, Goku nods his head. "But how? I've never heard of one so far up north. Weren't the Saiyan's in my quadrant Northie?" He asks King Kai.

"Well...if you haven't noticed by now, which I know you haven't, the Saiyan's were-"

"Wait," Pikkon says, interrupting King Kai as he gave Pikkon a scowl, "did you say that your son has two bloodlines, from two different races, running inside of him?"

"Well...yeah..." Goku replies, unsure of how he should respond.

"Oh no." Pikkon says with a sigh as King Kai yells it in horror.

"What? Why is that a bad thing?" Goku asks.

"Goku!" King Kai yells.

"What?!" Goku exclaims, surprised.

"Why didn't you tell me your son was a hybrid?!" King Kai yells.

"Well, I thought you knew King Kai. I'm sorry." Goku apologized rubbing the back of his head and looking to the ground, shame evident on his face.

"Goku, what race did you say you were? Saiyan right?" Pikkon asks. Goku nods his head in response.

"What's so bad about this 'hybrid' business?" Goku asked.

"Goku, do you even know what a hybrid is?" King Kai asked him. Goku chuckled nervously while shaking his head.

"A hybrid is someone who is born to parents of different species. The baby inherits both the very good, and very bad traits of both races; though some of those traits might not be apparent now, they will be at some point in that individual's life." Someone right next to Goku says.

The four of them turn around to get a better look at the person. The two Kai's eyes widen in shock and instantly get on the ground, while Pikkon doesn't react, but does kneels before the person, and Goku just stands there confused as he innocently scratches his cheek. Goku looks down to King Kai.

"Uh...King Kai? Who is this guy?" Goku asked pointing his thumb at the stranger.

"Goku!" King Kai harshly whispers. "That man is the Grand Kai! Show a little respect; get down on your knees!"

"Oh...uh...okay." Goku says unsure about his sensei's actions.

"No, no. It's okay. All of you get up." The Grand Kai demanded.

Getting a better look at the guy, he reminded Goku of an older, rebel type, male version of Android 18. He was wearing a white t-shirt, a blue jean jacket, blue jeans, a belt with a round golden buckle, brown boots, and brown gloves, and black sunglasses. His hair was white, and a crazy length; his hair flowing all the way down to the back of his knees. His beard was equally as white and went down to measure to about the middle of his chest, parting about half way. His mustache, just as white as his hair and beard, was full, and fluffy looking, and the tips reached the bottom of his earlobe. He was also carrying a boom box on his right shoulder, supporting its weight with his right arm.

"Oh, so you're the Grand Kai? You're a lot different than what I expected you to look like." Goku says in wonder.

"Well, what did you think I looked like? Did you think I'd looked like these dopes?" Grand Kai asks as he gestures toward the two Kai's standing near him. They give him a scowl, but don't say anything.

"Well...I...hehe..." Goku says as he rubs the back of his head and chuckles nervously, not sure what to say.

Grand Kai's serious expression cracks into a smile as he bursts out laughing. "I'm just messing with you, kid. You're good. Just because I'm a deity doesn't mean that you have to treat me that way; although, I do expect your respect." He says as he waves his hand. Goku just smiled at him and nodded. "So...who's this hybrid you're all talking about?"

"Oh, we were talking about my son, sir. He's half human, and half saiyan." Goku replies.

"Hm..." Grand Kai hums as he puts his chin in his hand, setting down the boom box.

"They were making a big deal about it, but I just don't see the problem." Goku says as he scratches the top of his head.

"Well, they're making a big deal about it because hybrids can be dangerous." Grand Kai states. At this, Goku's eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"But why?" Goku asks curious.

"Because, Goku, if your son is a hybrid, he will inherit both the very good and very bad aspects of both species; as I stated before. Hybrids are also considered the most powerful because of that aspect. That can be very dangerous; especially if your son is half saiyan and half human." Grand Kai says.

"Especially?" Goku says, worry lacing his voice now.

"Yes Goku." Grand Kai says. "While saiyans are ruthless and cold-blooded killers, they also hold a very strong bond to those that they care about and, do I dare say, love. That could be a devastating fact if a saiyan loses someone close to them." At this, Goku's stomach started to sink.

"Humans, on the other hand, are very intellectual and resourceful, but they're also very emotional and, sometimes, very misunderstood creatures." King Kai states.

"My son is such a happy kid though. Couldn't that change your theory?" Goku asks desperation clear in his voice, clearly wanting to deny that they might be right.

"While your son may be happy most the time, it doesn't mean that he'll be happy all the time; especially if he had lost someone he cared about dearly. In that case, he could change dramatically, and that could be very dangerous." Pikkon says.

Goku's sinking feeling only got worse as the conversation had gone on. He was going to break down into tears. 'What have I done? I can't believe I was so oblivious; I can't believe I did that to him. I should have listened to him when he told me to come home.'

King Kai puts a hand on his shoulder. "There's nothing you can do about it now." He says as he gives Goku an apologetic look.

"Maybe not, but there is something you can do to make sure he's okay." Grand Kai says. Goku looks up at him with hopeful eyes.

"What is it?" He asks.