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Though he was glad Gohan was finally being honest, Piccolo spoke to him cautiously. The boy needed a release but pushing him too far could be dangerous for the both of them.

"Goten is just a child Gohan. You're just a child. Goku never intended for you to put this much pressure on yourself."

"You don't get it! I wouldn't expect you to get it."

"My lack of family does not equal a lack of people I care about. You being one of them. Now stop blaming yourself for this."

He couldn't. Gohan knew the truth and while the fault was not entirely his, he couldn't help how he felt. Now he had let the emotion out and it wasn't going away. This was what he had warned Piccolo about. The young half-saiyan tried to control himself. His breathes were short and hard. A wind grew around him. He knew he needed to calm down but his body wasn't listening. Emotion flooded his core and soared to his limbs. His power level began rising until the energy inside of him escaped. The moment it burst out of him he was encased in a yellow light. What could almost be flames surfaced with his emotion, growing taller than the boy. His features were lighter. The Earth shook. Anger was what controlled him now. Anger at himself and his father. The Namekian did not move.

"It's my own god damn fault! I know it is! You can't keep making excuses for me! If I hadn't been so selfish none of this would have happened! My mother is heartbroken and it's because of me. Everyone was effected and it's my fault."

"Gohan-"

"No, listen! It's my fault! I should be the one gone, not him. I just stood there and watched. He told me he was proud of me! For what? For ending his life? For further endangering everyone I love? One mistake Piccolo, that's all it took. I was too angry. Do you see what happens when I let my emotions run free like that? Nothing good ever comes of it! He's dead Piccolo. Dead. Gone. I had one shot and I blew it. I could have killed cell earlier but I didn't! I was cocky. I was wrong. "

"Fine!" The man's voice was raised as well. "You made a mistake and paid the price. Now stop this pity party! You want to take his place, fine. Then act like it. You said it yourself, Goku would have moved on."

"He would have taken responsibility for his actions."

"It's very clear that that's what you're trying to do but acting like a child is not going to help your family."

"You told me to be angry!"

"At your situation! Self directed anger will get you nowhere."

"My father didn't leave me because he wanted to, he left because he had to. I drove him away. He left me! I'm the reason he's gone. I'm the reason he's dead."

"There is more than guilt inside of you. You may very well be responsible for what happened to Goku but he is the one who chose not to come back. It's okay to be angry with him."

Was it? Gohan had idolized his father. Though Goku's actions had confused him before, he never questioned them. If he started to now, what did that mean? Doubting his father had made the right choice meant the man he looked up to was wrong. Everyone made mistakes but it was difficult to admit. How Goku's absence could benefit anyone, the demi-saiyan would never understand. Without him, it was all up to Gohan.

His new father figure continued. "Your fathers sacrifice was not without consequence, he was very aware of that. And although you defeated cell, the pressure he placed on you was great." Piccolo struggled to keep his own head level. The situation Goku had placed his son in was not fair. How had Gohan kept so calm all of these years? "Let yourself be angry at him. Anyone else would be."

But Gohan was not 'anyone else.' He was Goku's son. He had tried to give his father the benefit of the doubt, but his sayian blood was not going to let that happen.

"Why didn't he want to come back?" The words surprised Gohan. They had risen up inside of him and forced their way out. Once they had appeared, it was difficult to stop. "I told him I still needed him. I told him. And he still left. He thought I could do it but I couldn't!"

The Namekian smirked. There it was. Five years of anger finally being realized. The boy was finally acting like himself again.