*Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story.
Warning: Violence, self harm, suicide, angst and character death.*
Gohan sighed as he stared at the baby sitting in front of him, chewing one of his toys as he stared back at the teenager. Gohan frowned at the thought of having a baby sibling. His mother had told him the news a few weeks back, though he did feel another Ki signature coming off of her, he had hoped that he was mistaken. It had been a little over three months since the Cell Games, when his father died, the woman was so excited for a new arrival that she completely forgot about her husband's passing. She was so busy preparing for his sibling that she often forgot she had another child, though Gohan knew she was just trying to distract herself.
He was happy yet upset at the same time of her forgetting about him, he now didn't need to listen to her constantly nagging at him to study and other things, though he still did it on his own. He desperately craved some of her motherly love and attention, though she would often just brush him off and tell him to go do something and that she was to busy. He was currently at Capsule Corporation playing with Trunks. His mother had come along and went baby shopping with Bulma. He sensed Vegeta come closer as the prince had been standing in the doorway for quite some time now. He looked up as the man stood before him, demanding that he train with him. Gohan felt himself sigh again as he looked down at the floor, preparing himself for the consequences of what he was about to say.
"I'm watching Trunks, Vegeta. I can't leave him," Gohan said, using the excuse of watching Trunks instead of telling the prince the truth.
"I don't care, give the boy to the woman's mother," Vegeta said, growing rather impatient.
"I promised Bulma I'd watch him," Gohan said weakly.
"I said give him to the woman's mother! Now get up and go give the boy to her and go to the Gravity Room! Now!" Vegeta said, irritated.
"I don't want to, Vegeta! Get that through your head and leave me the hell alone!" Gohan yelled, feeling his Ki flickering violently as he stood and stumbled away from the prince, who was quite shocked by the youngers outburst, but refused to show anything.
"Boy-" Vegeta started, but was cut off as Gohan ran out of the room and the house, flying away from the older.
Vegeta looked in the direction of where Gohan had ran off to before turning around and staring at his son, who smiled at him and started talking, trying to say a few words, though the baby failed. Vegeta frowned at the purple headed boy, who continued to chatter on with his father. Vegeta sighed quietly and picked the boy up and watched as his son started giggling at him. He held Trunks more comfortably and turned to take him to Bulma's mother, but stopped when he felt his mate's Ki signature nearby, knowing that she was coming home with Gohan's mother. Good. He needed to tell that woman to have a serious talk with her brat about his manners. He waited a few minutes when the two woman entered the house, chattering away happily.
Bulma stopped short when she noticed Vegeta with Trunks, confused as to why the prince would rather have the boy when she had asked Gohan to watch him.
"Vegeta? Where's Gohan?" She asked, glancing around for any sign of the boy.
"The brat left, you need to teach that boy some manners," Vegeta stated as he looked at Chi-Chi briefly before handing Trunks over to his mother.
Chi-Chi frowned, wondering why Gohan would be disrespectful. She was pulled out of her thoughts when Bulma's mother entered the room, insisting that she stay for lunch. Chi-Chi did have a wonderful time that day and was very tired by the time she got home. She placed the food that Bulma's mother had given her for Gohan on the kitchen counter, quickly writing a note and placing it by the food, she retired back to her room, not noticing that Gohan wasn't home.
It wasn't until the following day that Gohan returned, later in the afternoon. His mother was sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for him. The moment he stepped foot in the house, she instantly started shouting at him for being late and disrespectful toward Vegeta, saying how she had raised him better. Gohan wasn't necessarily listening to what she was saying, he just felt happy that he was finally getting some attention from his mother, even if she was scolding him.
"You hear me?! You are grounded, Gohan!" She said, not noticing the distant look in Gohan's eyes.
"But mom-" Gohan tried to defend himself, but his mother wouldn't listen.
"No! Go to your room and study, Gohan! Now!" She yelled.
Gohan stood, staring at her with lifeless eyes. He felt dead. He felt as if he was just in his mother's way and that she didn't want him near her. That would explain why she was always doing other things like knitting and going out with Bulma to buy baby things and just brushing him off and telling him to go study. Did she blame him, too? The others might think that they're hiding it well, but he noticed them looking at him with hatred. They wished he were gone, out of their way, just like his mother. She already loved her unborn baby more than Gohan. She loved the baby so much, she was devoting most of her time to the child and it isn't even born yet. It makes sense, the child wasn't a murderer. It didn't kill their father like Gohan did. Gohan stood there, staring at his mother with a blank look on his face. She started growing concerned for her son, wanting to go over to him and comfort him. She was distracted, however, by the sound of a helicopter landing outside, knowing the others had arrived. She had invited everyone over for lunch, hoping that it would cheer her eldest son up. She had noticed that he was rather depressed and distant lately.
She smiled and turned back to her son who still had that blank look on his face.
"I invited the others over for lunch, come let's go greet them," she said as she grabbed Gohan's arm and tugged him outside.
There they were greeted by their group of friends. She had managed to get Piccolo, Dende, Tien and Chiaotzu to come as well. She just wanted her baby boy to be happy again.
"Hey guys!" Bulma greeted happily, carrying Trunks in her arms. The baby immediately started reaching for Gohan, wanting to play with the teenager. Gohan didn't notice as he was to busy staring at the others, an angry look slowly slipping onto his features. All he could see was the hateful glares. Even Piccolo was giving him a hateful glare.
"Hey, Gohan!" Krillin greeted with a large smile, not noticing the teenager's inner turmoil. They all hated him, every single one of them. In a few years, his little sibling will hate him, too. He doesn't blame them, he deserves all the hate, but he wishes that they wouldn't make it so obvious.
"Gohan?" Bulma asked as she stepped closer to the boy.
"What?!" The teenager snapped, his Ki flaring wildly.
The group reacted to late as Gohan turned into a Super Saiyan, his Ki flaring and managing to knock his mother and Bulma off their feet as they hadn't had the chance to prepare themselves. Krillin, Tien, Yamcha, Piccolo and Vegeta took on their fighting stances. Bulma managed to scurry out of the way, Trunks still in her arms, crying loudly from being knocked over.
Gohan felt his anger take over completely and ascended into his Super Saiyan 2 form, screaming. Once he stopped transforming, he shot a powerful Ki blast in the groups general direction before he took to the air, flying away. Vegeta had just managed to cover Bulma and Trunks. Once the dust and rubble settled down, they immediately took off after the teenager, not knowing what the boy will do in his rage.
"What the hell was he thinking?" Yamcha asked the group going after the teenager.
"That's just it, he wasn't thinking at all," Tien spoke from where he was flying next to Yamcha and Krillin, Piccolo and Vegeta in front of them.
"We have to find him and quickly, too," Piccolo stated.
They sensed Gohan's Ki flaring wildly as he landed. They were quick to follow, wanting to stop him from doing something he might regret.
Gohan descended and landed in a deserted area. He glanced around, feeling that the others were close to him before he gripped his head, screaming at the top of his lungs, the very earth shaking beneath him as he powered up, going beyond his limits. He sensed the others landing behind him, he continued screaming for a different reason though.
He was in pain. His head hurt along with his throat as tears fell down his cheeks. He was trying to scream all his emotional pain away. His guilt for his father's death, the hatred he felt from his family and friends as well as the feeling of abandonment. His father left him and didn't want to come back, though be was the cause of his death, however, now that his mother was abandoning him as well, he felt utterly alone. He had no one. That thought caused him to scream even louder, his Ki spiked once again, the wind whipping around them, causing the others to cover their eyes. Krillin felt his heart squeeze at the child's cries, it was quite obvious that he was hurt. Piccolo felt the boy's power pulse through him, he could feel the emotional pain rolling off of the boy in waves. Everything stopped suddenly as Gohan collapsed onto his hands and knees, breathing heavily with his eyes shut tightly, tears still rolling down his cheeks.
Vegeta felt that the boy's Ki was very low and so decided to punish him for nearly killing his mate and child. Vegeta turned into a Super Saiyan and walked over to the boy and kicked him, hard. Gohan coughed up blood as Vegeta proceeded to throw a series of kicks and punches at him, all the while yelling at him for nearly killing his mate and child, for showing him such disrespect.
"Vegeta! Stop, you'll kill him!" Krillin yelled, not wanting his best friend's child to die.
Vegeta kicked Gohan hard. The boy skidded a few feet away, landing on his back.
"I should kill him!" Vegeta screamed, aiming a Ki blast at the demi Saiyan.
Piccolo made a move to pull off his cape and turban, but stopped short.
"Do it!" Gohan yelled, shocking nearly everyone around him
"Just do it! I deserve it! It's my fault, it's all my fault!" Gohan yelled as he started crying once again.
Vegeta lowered his arm and stared at the boy, silently cursing Goku. Look at what you have done, Kakarot. Your son doesn't even have a will to live anymore.
Yamcha ran over to the fallen Saiyan, quickly looking him over.
"Are you alright, kid?" Yamcha asked but received no reply.
"Gohan? Gohan!" Yamcha yelled, temporarily panicking.
Krillin ran over, noticing the child's short, quick gasps for air.
"We have to get him back to Dende," Krillin said, glancing over at the others.
Yamcha nodded and lifted the boy carefully before taking to the air. The others following closely behind. Once they landed back at the Son residence, Chi-Chi ran up to them.
"Gohan! Oh my poor boy!" She yelled and cradled him in her arms once Yamcha had placed him on the ground carefully.
"Dende!" Piccolo yelled, gaining the smaller Namekian's attention.
"Right!" He nodded before rushing over and healing Gohan. Once he was finished, everyone stared at Gohan, waiting for him to wake up. He didn't.
"Maybe we should take him inside?" Krillin suggested as he lifted Gohan, walking to the boy's room with Chi-Chi following closely behind.
Oh Goku. She thought. What am I going to do?