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Once and again…

Chapter 2

I left master Roshi's before the end of the fight; I needed to get home to mom and dad in case this was really the end. I made it and put little Trunks down to sleep before parking myself in the kitchen, trying to relax with a hot drink. I still remember that day...

I was sitting here much like I am now, drinking my caffeine free orzo bimbo. Its some European drink dad recommended to me for my current state, huh. A copy of new scientist was in my hands when someone banged on my door, I remember anxiously running to answer it, dropping the magazine carrying my half drunk mug with me.

I opened it with a bright smile, but it faded moments after I saw the look on Yamcha's face.
He looked devastated, destroyed and helpless.
"Yamcha, what's wrong?" I asked him, and started getting scared when he didn't answer. He just walked past me and inside, his shoulders slumping as he approached the living room.
I followed him, when I reached it he was sitting on our huge plush rug, his back leaning against the side of the couch.
"Talk to me Yamcha, what's happened with cell?" I pressed, kneeling down in front of him, placing my mug aside.
"Did everyone make it, oh please tell me everyone is ok." now I was scared, I reach out and cupped his cheeks, forcing his downward facing eyes to look into my own.
"Talk to me! What the hell happened out there!"? I shout, shaking his head in my hands.

We stared at each other a few seconds longer, then his eyes started watering, his lips quivered and my heart started palpitating, I knew someone had died.
"I failed him Bulma… I failed Goku." he sobbed, breaking down into full-blown tears. I was confused, what the hell was he talking about?
"What did you fail, I don't understand what your saying" I said, shaking my head.
He sucked in a deep breath, whipping his nose on his torn wristband, that's when I notice the deep cuts and grazes on the rim of his palm.

He looked back at me; his eyes searched mine and mine searched his. It took me a few seconds I think, to put it all together. He said he failed Goku, but Goku knew some battles couldn't be won, he would understand.
But then we would be dead; if it was the fact that cell wasn't defeated. The only other thing I could think of was… then it hit me like a bullet through my chest.
"Gohan's dead… he's dead…he's dead." He muttered before crying again, his body convulsing with every breath he took.
My jaw hung slack and my hands trembled, I went blank, my chest burned.
Yamcha was crying like a child, I couldn't stop myself from doing the same, I hugged his head against mine and felt him reach out to embrace me, I welcomed it, I needed it as much as he did.

Then I blinked my eyes open, the dragonballs…. of course!
"Wait what's the matter with us, the dragonballs Yamcha, we can revive him no problem!" I said with infinite joy in my heart, but Yamcha continued his sorrows.
"No… we cant… he wasn't killed Bulma" he said, I shook my head, this was starting to sound like a nightmare come true.
"What do you mean, then how the hell can he be dead then!" I screamed, shaking him unintentionally.
He reached down into the sash around his waist, pulling out a scrunched sheet of paper with dark computer print on it. He held it up to me, I took it and unscratched it gently, and started reading it…

By the time I reach the end of the coroner's report I was shaking, stunned like I had fallen through thin ice. I dropped the sheet and covered my face with his hands, all I could do was cry, and I couldn't say anything that would help either of us cope.
Little Gohan, the shinning light of Goku's legacy was gone, and nothing could be done about it…

Now, I sit here in the same living room that Yamcha and I cried our eyes out, instead of a new science magazine in my lap, I have a baby health magazine sitting on my ever-expanding stomach.
The wall heater is on and my feet are up on the couch, a nice big pillow propped up behind me. This is just heaven, I forgot how much pampering you get when your pregnant.
But, it is hard to believe that im having another baby, im due in March and its now December. Vegeta doesn't seem too excited though; then again he wasn't when I was expecting Trunks and Bra either.

It's been about sixteen years since Gohan died, and after my years of hacking into the hospitals database I found the true cause of his death, the heart virus. Yes the same that had almost killed Goku had killed his then only son.
Strangely enough its not contagious, but is Genetic. It had never been seen before, never documented and even the doctors in the hospital had no clue of its existence. That prompted me to research it, for years I analysed and studied it and came to a frightening discovery, I found that its passed down on the Y chromosome, and the only race to carry it are saiyans…

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