TO ANSWER SOME VIEWER QUESTIONS:
Who are Gohan's kidnappers?
-There are a few names that are out there, some with a description of them. The chapters are written out, and more will be explain as the story goes further. I didn't want to explain everything all at once. It will be in bits and pieces, but how they got Gohan will be explained later in the story.
Why can't he remember Chi-Chi?
-Gohan was hit around a lot, and suffered some head injuries. His memory is fuzzy, and there are other people he can't remember.
How strong were the fighters that took Gohan?
-That answer will be revealed in later chapters. In the previous chapter, Goku and the others defeated them easily. So they can't be that powerful, right? I do have a chapter written on how Gohan was taken, but it will be posted later.
A fan: Namek is how it's actually spelled. (Not Namck as I said, or Namick like you said.) I'll correct it in later chapters.
I hope I answered some questions, and soon all questions will be answered. It's not as graphic as I want it to be, but I will try to describe more. (I'm also typing this at work, so I have to be careful on how I type. I do make changes when I get home)
Disclaimer: Do not own.
His wrists? Scarred, but fully healed.
Ankles? Same as his wrists, but not as badly scarred as his wrists.
Health? 90%, maybe better.
So why does his father get to train for the Androids, he has to stay at home with his…mother doing homework that he doesn't understand? He can't ask questions since he doesn't want to speak, and when she asks if he understands he'll shake his head no, then she tells him to 'try and figure it out', and THEN she'll help. If he can't understand it the first time, what made her think that he'll magically figure it out by himself?
This. Was. Frustrating.
Instead of doing homework, he decided to lie on his bed and stare up at the ceiling. His…mother hasn't been acting very motherly like. Actually, he wasn't sure how mothers were supposed to act. His father was kind, warm, and when he had a nightmare his father was always by his side. Mothers were supposed to do the same thing…right?
"Gohan, how are your studies going," her voice came from the door. He jerked up and quickly made his way to his homework. When she came into his room he was at his desk, starring at a problem he abandoned a couple of minutes ago. His…mother made her way over and looked at the problem he was stuck on. "You still haven't figured this one out yet? Gohan, I've explained this to you twice already. Weren't you paying attention?"
He looked at the question again. 2x(1/4 x 5z) - [3x –z] / 2/25[4 x 28.23z] + 9 2/5
(It's something that I made up. The lonely / is divide)
Nope. Still not getting it.
His…mother explained it once more. Something about Please Excuse My Dear Aunt Sally, how you have convert the decimal into a fraction, something about dividing the X and Z, and she figured out the problem. It took half his paper to figure it out the answer.
"And there's your answer!" He looked at the answer, how to get the answer, and realized that none of it made sense. "Now try this one. It's just like the other one, and it's easier."
She was getting frustrated with him, he could hear it in her voice. It felt like she didn't care much about him, and only about his studies. She wanted him to be a scholar, whatever that was, and graduate with a 4.0 GPA, not sure what that was either.
"Once you figure out this problem then you can take a break," she said as she exited out the door. "Let me know when you are finished."
The door was left opened a crack. All right, let's give this another shot. If 13.27x gets divided by 2 2/23, but you have to times 13.27x with 7.82z, no you don't multiply X and Z…or do you? He scribbled down a few things that looked right, moved around number he thought should be moved around, and got his answer.
Granted, the answer was longer than the question itself, but it shows he tried. He got off his chair and found his mother cleaning dishes. She quickly dried her hands and looked at the piece of paper.
"Gohan, this is all wrong," she said as she lowered the piece of paper. "Did you even attempt to answer the question, or did you just write down numbers and letters to make it look like you tried?" She put the paper on the kitchen table. "Go to your room and start your science homework."
He looked at her. He was supposed to get a break! He did his best to answer the question. He worked really hard!
"Don't look at me like that Gohan! Now go to your room and start your science homework!" Now she was mad. Well he was mad too, and he showed her by slamming his bedroom door. There. That'll show her.
Heavy footsteps were heard soon after he closed his door. She'll probably just yell more, ground him or something, or make him do the math homework all over again. The door swung open catching him slightly off guard. She wasn't just mad, she was enraged.
"Son Gohan how many times have I told you not to slam the door," she yelled. Technically, this was the first time she told him. He couldn't remember any times before today. "Do you think you're being funny by faking an answer and slamming the door?!"
He back up until he hit his bed.
She raised her hand up in the air.
She was going to hit him!
He quickly went into the fetal position on the floor. He started to shake, as a few memories of him being slapped and kicked around from his tormentors. He could see his…mother joining in on the 'fun.' Is this why he couldn't remember her? Was she just like them? Instead of being chain in a cell he was chained to his chair and desk!
He couldn't breathe. He saw his mother with them, laughing, as he was being kicked, punched, and slapped in a circle. He needed to get out! He needed to escape!
He didn't hear his mother trying to calm him down, or apologizing for her actions, when he stood up and ran for the door. The memories were still haunting him, blinding him in flight. He could feel his father nearby, and went towards him. He thanked the part of him that wasn't blinded by the memories.
But she was still there, laughing, getting a kick at him when it was her turn. His senses were now numb, and his father's ki was nowhere in sight. There he was with his chains attached to him, being the monkey in the middle of the game. He was kneed in the back, sent towards Erk who punched him in the face. He was sent over to Gwak, who unlike the rest, used his super long tongue to squeeze the life out of him. He screamed, but it was cut short as the tongue tighten.
"Bring my boy to me," his mother hauntingly said. Gwak unraveled his tongue towards his mother. He stood there in front of her, naked and scared. He couldn't run, he couldn't hide, and he took whatever she gave him. "You're worthless! Pathetic! You should have died!" She punched him, over and over again in the chest. "I never loved you!"
He jolted up, and inhaled deeply. He took a couple of breaths to make sure he was breathing. Breathing: check. He rubbed his wrists, and felt no chains. It was just a horrible, horrible flashback. He may have gotten his head knocked around, but he knew that his…mother wasn't there. What the hell brain?
Now, to see where he was.
For one thing, he was sitting on top of something that was uneven. He put his hand down and felt fabric. Looking ahead he saw trees.
This…made no sense.
He looked over and saw orange and blue. He looked up and saw his father looking down at him. Oh! He made it to his dad! He quickly wrapped his arms around his father's chest. His hands were too short to reach each other, so he clasped on tightly to the back of his gi.
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Goku let out a small exhale when Gohan gave him a hug. Minutes ago his son ran into him, shaking from head to toe, and Goku knew he was having an attack. Piccolo stood nearby.
They never happened a lot, but when they did it was always the same thing. He wanted to scream, but couldn't. He kept scratching, trying to break free. Eyes dilated, trembling, and everything around him disappeared. Goku could usually snap him out of it, but this one was different.
"Hey, it's okay Gohan," Goku said, gently rubbing Gohan's head. "Did something happen at home?"
Gohan snapped his head up.
"Goku, why don't you check on Chi-Chi," Piccolo said. "I think Gohan here wants to train for the Androids."
Bingo.
Gohan's face lit up at the sound of training. He quickly got up from Goku's lap, ready to fight!
"Piccolo I don't' think-"
"He'll be fine Goku," Piccolo interrupted. "We're going to need him in this fight, and he needs to get stronger. I'll see what he remembers before I do anything drastic."
Gohan looked at his father. Goku could see the need to train, but he was afraid that it might spark up a bad memory. If it did Piccolo would be there, but if he had one then he won't be able to train anymore. It doesn't hurt to try, does it?
"If you get tired then let Piccolo know," Goku said. Gohan nodded his head, and took off in the sky. Goku looked at Piccolo. "If you see something wrong stop training."
Piccolo nodded and took up to the sky. Immediately Gohan went into his fighter's stance. It was near perfect. Goku was surprised how sharp it looked, since Gohan hasn't had training in almost two years. Goku wanted to see what Gohan remembered, but he had a wife at home that knew why Gohan had an attack. He made his way over to his house, where he could hear Chi-Chi wailing.
That was never a good sign.
Once he made his way in the house, he found Chi-Chi sitting in Gohan's room. She had a box of tissues next to her right side, and used up tissues on her left. Goku watched as Chi-Chi grabbed a tissue, blew her nose, and threw it in the pile. Goku walked over and sat on Gohan's bed.
"I'm a horrible mother," she wailed, tears gushing out of her eyes. "I just wanted him to do his homework like he used to! He couldn't even remember how to do his homework, just like he doesn't remember me!"
"Chi-Chi, Bulma said it will take a while before he can remember everything," Goku said, trying to comfort his wife.
"He remembers the turtle at Roshi's, but he doesn't remember me!" She blew her nose.
"He doesn't remember a lot, but he will. We just have to give him time."
"How much time Goku," Chi-Chi yelled. "He's been here a month, started his studies two weeks ago, and still doesn't know who I am! It's like he's not even trying to remember me! Did you see this?"
Chi-Chi shoved a piece of paper in front of Goku. It was Gohan's math homework. Goku wasn't sure what he was looking at. There were numbers and letters, a lot of erase marks, and some random doodles on the corners of the page.
"What exactly am I looking at," Goku asked.
"He used to know how to do math Goku," Chi-Chi said, blowing her nose once again. "This is easy compared to what he knows!"
'This doesn't look easy at all,' Goku thought, putting the paper on the bed.
"He slammed his door Goku! He slammed it! I went in there to yell at him, and I watched him back away from me. He was afraid Goku! I wanted to hug him, say I'm sorry, and tell him not to worry about his damn homework! He ran away Goku!"
The wailing continued. Goku wasn't very good a comforting people, especially his wife. Chi-Chi didn't take the news well when Bulma told her that Gohan couldn't remember her. She suggested to continue where they left off, to help spark something in Gohan's memory. Chi-Chi was acting like she should, but she did distance herself from Gohan. She didn't know if she could hold him, kiss him, but he seemed okay with her at Bulma's. When they got home, Gohan was careful around her. After a few days he was better around her, but she wasn't better around him.
She didn't know how to love her son anymore.
Goku squatted in front of his wife.
"Listen. I know you want Gohan to grow up smart and make money," Goku began to say, "but I don't it's going to work. He's still not one hundred percent yet, and he's not going to get everything as easily like he used to. Maybe you shouldn't push him on his studies anymore."
"What's he supposed to do with his life," Chi-Chi whimpered.
"Whatever he wants." Goku hugged his wife. "I've been thinking, maybe it's time to make Gohan a big brother. I bet it will help him open up more."
Chi-Chi pulled back and dried up some of her tears.
"You think so?"
"I know so."
"Oh Goku!" Chi-Chi wrapped her arms around Goku. "That sounds wonderful! We should look for Gohan, though. He's probably out there scared."
"Oh he's fine. He's training with Piccolo." Chi-Chi pushed Goku away and stood up.
"He's what," she screamed. "Goku are you crazy?! Do you want him to remember those horrible things those creatures did to him?"
"But Chi-Chi, he-"
"Goku you are going to get your son and bring him back home, or else you won't have any dinner!" Goku was starting to see why Gohan ran from the house.
He got up to get Gohan, and Chi-Chi started dinner. Goku could feel Gohan and Piccolo still training, which was a good sign. The Androids were coming soon, and Gohan needed to be part of the fight.
Once Goku got there, he saw Piccolo kick Gohan to the ground. Before could run over to check on Gohan, he watched as Gohan jumped up, and continued his attack on Piccolo. Gohan blocked a kick, and punch, and managed to get his fist in Piccolo's stomach. Piccolo took a step back.
"All right kid. Time for a break," he said as he sat down on the ground. Gohan sat in front of him, catching his breath with a smile on his face. "You did good kid."
That made the little half saiyan's smile wider.
Goku made his way over and sat down on the ground next to Gohan.
"Did you have fun," he asked. Gohan nodded his head. "Do you want to do this again tomorrow?" The demi-saiyan nodded his head again. "Good. I talked to your mother." The smile dropped. "She didn't mean to be so mean. You don't remember, but she has a short temper. She says and does things that she didn't mean. Your mom is really worried about you."
Gohan wasn't buying it.
"Kid, your mother is crazy," Piccolo said. Goku couldn't argue with the statement since it was true. "Whatever she said or did wasn't against you. What Goku describe your mother to be was true, and she is just being herself. You were always scared of her, just like your father over here." Goku nodded. "She doesn't want to hurt you, and she's trying to make things as normal as possible before you were taken. When you remember her, then you will understand her." Gohan merely nodded. "I bet if you go to her now, she'll yell at you for training, but she'll be happy to know that you're okay."
Gohan looked at his father, then at the grass by his feet. Piccolo never lied before, and if something went wrong he knew who he could go to. She wasn't one of them; she wasn't even there! His sick mind put her there, laughing with them.
"It's okay Gohan," Goku said, giving him a gentle squeeze on the shoulder. Gohan merely nodded as he stood up, and made his way back home. Goku watched as Gohan disappeared in the wood. "You're gonna make a great dad someday Piccolo!"
"That's not even funny," Piccolo said. Goku laughed. Piccolo waited for Goku to stop laughing before speaking again. "He spoke today."
Now that surprised Goku.
"Really? What did he say," Goku asked with excitement in his voice.
"He asked what happened to them."
"Them? Them who?"
"His takers. I told him that we killed them."
"What else did he say?"
"That was it, but you don't tell him that I told you," Piccolo warned. "There's a reason why he refuses to speak, but I'm not going to push it."
"I noticed it before when I asked him a question a while ago," Goku said. "Bulma thinks that once he starts talking, we're going to have questions, and that's something he won't talk about."
"Keeping it inside of him is not going to help his situation. Forcing it out of him is going to make it worse. We'll just have to wait until he's ready."
"Do you think he'll stop talking permanently?"
"If he spoke today, I'm sure he'll speak another day."
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Fifteen minutes.
Fifteen minutes he stood outside his house with the smell of dinner cooking. He couldn't even make it to the door without taking a few steps back. So he stood there, waiting to sum up the courage to open the door.
This was it.
With a deep breath he walked to the door, grabbed the handle, then ran about 10 feet away from the door. It was progress. He touched the door handle this time. In another few minutes he would try again. He could sense his father nearby, and was probably watching him from a tree somewhere. There were some things that he needed to do on his own. He couldn't be a coward forever.
This was it.
For real this time!
With strong steps forward, head held high, hand firmly gripped onto the doorknob…uh…hand firmly on doorknob! Okay, time to turn the doorknob! Turn the doorknob….doorknob not turning…hands are getting a little sweaty. The doorknob started to move on its own, and he quickly jumped on the roof. He can picture her, looking around at nothing, and the closing of the door confirmed it. He laid down on the roof, letting out a low sigh. Being a coward wasn't that bad. He had to be brave for the Androids, and he may as well be a coward for a little while longer.
There was a chuckle, and it was all too familiar. It was his father, who was near somewhere, either by the house or on the roof. Let him laugh. He was afraid of the crazy lady too. The smell of food was getting stronger, and his stomach was getting hungry. He sat up on the round dome-like house. Maybe he could fly to Bulma's and eat something there, or sneak back home after dark and eat the leftovers.
Who was he kidding? There was no such things as leftovers at his house.
He watched as a ladder appeared near the door. Was she coming up? There were a few steps before he could see the black bun come up from the edge. Soon the lady with the purple apron appeared in front of him. She rested her elbow on the roof.
"Are you going to come in or not," she asked. He, to answer her question, shook his head no. "Can I sit next to you?"
Was this a trick?
The crazy lady didn't let him answer as she careful got on the roof. She sat next to him, but he scooted over. He didn't trust her very much.
"Listen Gohan…I know it's been very difficult around here lately, but I'm trying to do my best." Was yelling at him doing her best? Yeah, sure. "It's just that…I didn't…I don't know how to be a mother anymore." She started to tear up. "I don't know the right things to say. I don't know how to act anymore. I'm trying to get everything back to normal, but it's not going to be normal anymore." Now she was in tears. "You were going to be rich, and smart, and make lots of grandbabies for me, but the future I wanted for you will never happen."
Bulma must have told the crazy lady that he didn't remember her. Okay, so he can see her point of view. He was away for a while, stuff happened, and he can't remember a lot of things. Homework was one of them, and before he was captured he knew how to do it. And if Bulma told the crazy lady that he couldn't remember her, then he can understand why she's been distant. How would he feel if his father couldn't remember him?
Wait…he knows what it feels like.
Being chained, alone, wondering when his father was going to rescue him. Was he forgotten? It felt like he was forgotten after the twelfth day. She probably thought about him every day. Now he's back, and he can't remember her. How do you treat someone who doesn't know you, and you know them?
He scooted closer to the crazy lady, and rested his head on her shoulder. She moved her arm, and he could feel it behind him. She was being hesitant, but why? Did she want to hold him, but afraid that he'll run off again? Or did she want to hit him? Why does he always think that she's going to hurt him? His father was gentle, and if she wasn't then he wouldn't be with her.
Right?
He should trust her. She's his mother, but she did raise her hand at him.
He snuggled closer, letting her know that it was okay. She wrapped her shaking arm around him.
"I'm so sorry," she said. His mother turned slightly and gave him a hug. He could feel rain hitting the top of his head, but just his head? No, it wasn't rain.
She was crying.
She was crying for him.
Oh…he saw it now.
He blocked out anything scary, and his mother was scary. She must have loved him, but she does like to yell a lot. Yelling was scary. He pushed back memories of his torment, and while doing so his scary mother was pushed back as well.
Living with her really wasn't scary. She only yelled when his father tried to steal a piece food before a meal. But then she smiled. He hoped he could remember his mother. Maybe some new good memories would bring back old good memories. For now, she can hold him like this, and cry for him.
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Wristbands?
Was this a sick joke?
Yeah he used to wear them a lot, but now they reminded of his chains. Solid, square, and fitted tightly around the wrist. Wasn't there something else to hide his scars? He hated them! The bandages sucked, but he only kept them on so his wrists could heal. It didn't stop him from rubbing his wrists.
Like he was doing now.
They were both red from the rubbing. Fantastic. His father and mother were going to notice, give each other a worry look, and his mother would give him lotion for the burn. She tried to put it on him once, but he didn't let her. He hated the feeling of something on his wrists.
The wristbands were next to his gi on his bed. Those stupid cuffs were mocking him. He picked up one of them, and quickly threw it on the ground.
They were heavy. Weighted wrist bands like his fathers. As much as he wanted to be like his father he didn't want the weighted wristbands to go with it!
Ignoring both wristbands he put on his gi. It looked a lot like Piccolo's gi, which was awesome, but his shoes were not the same. Where do you get shoes like Piccolo? Didn't he have shoes like Piccolo's before?
"Now Goku, we were warned about your heart condition. If you don't feel well stop fighting."
Heart condition?
"Don't worry Chi-Chi. I'll get rid of the Androids before anything happens. I'll be okay."
Did he miss something?
He walked out his room, confusion all over his face. His father noticed, and he also noticed the slightly inflamed wrists. His wrists weren't that important. This heart condition...this is the first he heard about it!
"I'll get you some lotions sweetie," his mother said. His father bent down to Gohan's level.
"Hey, do you remember the guy with the purple hair three years ago," he asked. Oh great. Another person he can't remember. He shook his head no. "He was from the future. You see, in his future I die from a heart disease." His father is going to die? "But the guy from the future gave me a cure. In his future everyone dies while the androids continued their terror. He doesn't want that for our future." His father looked concerned. "Gohan, I'm going to be fine. I'm not going to die."
He would have believed it, but then he saw it. With his own eyes he watched as his father's power level drop, get beaten around by the Androids, and now he sat down next to Roshi's house, covering his ears blocking out his father's screams of pain. They reminded him of his own screams. He could take it anymore, but if he left and his father died…
No! He had to stay! His father stayed by his side!
But he wasn't by his father's side. He couldn't. His father was in pain, and he ran out of the house like a coward. He couldn't watch; he didn't want to listen.
They would watch. They would laugh. They would take turns on who gets to-
Stop thinking about it!
His father screaming, his own screaming, his tormentors laughing.
"Scream louder brat!"
He didn't want to scream.
"Don't worry. I'm going make it hurt."
Please! No more pain!
"Open wide."
He refused! He didn't want it in his mouth! He cried, he cried a lot, but they pulled back his hair and forced chin down.
"You should be used to it by now," Bup said. Bup was very muscular, and strong. He had red, smooth skin, and flat white hair that went to the ground. "You got his chin this time Eck?"
"He won't bite this time," Eck said, using his slimy fingers to hold his chin. "Besides, there's other ways to keep his mouth open."
They laughed. They always laughed. Please…no more!
"There's gonna be a surprise at the end. If you don't bite, I'll let you know when it's coming."
Stop.
Stop!
STOP!
"Somebody help!"
That wasn't his voice, but that voice didn't stop them. They continued to laugh as he choked. His tears not stopping.
"Gohan snap out of it!"
There was that voice again. He tried to cry out that name again, but his mouth was filled with water.
Water?
Opening he eyes he saw fish swimming around. He coughed in the water, which allowed more water in, and covered his mouth. Turtle swam his way over and allowed him to hop on his shell. Soon they were out of the water, and he got the fresh air he desperately needed. The salt water made his stomach turn a little. Reminded him of-
"What do you think you're doing," he heard Krillin yell. Krillin was the voice that called for help.
"You asked for help, so I helped," Master Roshi yelled back.
"By throwing him in the ocean?"
"What else was I supposed to do? You just stood there doing nothing!"
He and Turtle finally made it to the shore, but it took him a while to get back on his feet. These flashbacks really sucked, and always came at the strangest times. He looked over at the spot he was originally at, and saw the scratch marks on it. He didn't understand that either.
"How are you feeling there buddy," Krillin asked. How come every time he had an attack they all looked at him with concern? He was fine!
"Still not talking eh," Roshi said as he rubbed his beard. "Sorry I threw you in the ocean. I didn't know how else to snap you back to reality."
The ocean and it's salty water. Just thinking about it made his stomach turn more, and he knew what was coming next. He turned around back to the ocean, and emptied out the salt water he swallowed. Krillin patted him on the back.
"I guess you feel better now after that," Krillin said. Gohan nodded as we wiped his mouth. It did make him feel better. "Your dad is doing better." He quickly turned and faced Krillin. "He's sleeping now, but I bet he'll be back to his normal self in no time. You should stay with him until he wakes up. I bet he'll be happy to see you there."
It always made him feel better when his dad was by his side. With a quick nod he ran into the house.
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Krillin and Master Roshi watched as he disappeared into the house.
"I wonder what he was thinking about" Roshi said walking over to his house. He bent down to see the scratch marks. "I wonder if he does that a lot?"
"Bulma said that it might be a way to escape," Krillin said, folding his arms and nodding his head. "Gohan did the same thing at her house. Gohan even scratched Goku when he was having one of those weird attacks."
"I wish I knew exactly what happened to him." Master Roshi walked away from the house and towards the ocean. He let the ocean waves wash over his flip flops.
"Goku doesn't know either. He's afraid to ask." Krillin stood next to Roshi as a wave came over his shoes. "It's been a year since he's been back, and I'm surprised Goku wanted him to fight the Androids!"
"Gohan doesn't want to remember those two years he was gone Krillin. Why do you think he bounced back the way he did? If he doesn't think about it he'll eventually forget the whole thing happened."
"I don't think he'll ever forget." Krillin dug his foot into the ground. "I wish they taken me instead of Gohan. Man…it makes me mad just thinking about it! What they did to him was just plain wrong!"
"I only hope that he can fight through it by himself." Roshi started to walk back to the house. Krillin decided to stay. It was a nice day.
(PG)
"Hey."
Not now.
"Hey."
Ugh. He couldn't sleep at all last night, and the one time he's able to fall asleep someone wasn't to wake him.
"Wake up Gohan."
Not going to budge.
"Gohan, if you don't wake up we can't stop the Androids."
Let them destroy the planet.
Two pairs of arms lifted him up from the ground. At this point he really didn't care what happened to him. He was sleep deprived, his father was dying, Androids were destroying the planet, he had a trip down memory lane, and he was thrown in the ocean. It was too much in one day for one child to handle.
"He's not getting up is he," he could hear his mother ask. "My poor baby."
He could feel her fingers brush in his hair.
"Wouldn't even budge," his father said. His father? His father!
No…it couldn't be his father. His father was dying from a heart disease. He must be dreaming. If this was real he would be awake from his father's voice. But he was really tired. If this was real then he may as well rest a little more. His dad sounded better.
"He was really worried about you Goku, although…" Oh crap. She was going to tell him about his stupid attack. "He ran out of the house when you were…screaming. Krillin said he found him by the side of the house scratching it. Master Roshi threw him in the ocean."
Some people didn't know how to keep their mouth shut! His dad didn't need to know everything that happened while he was passed out. His dad was sick. Telling him that his son had an outbreak wasn't going to make him feel better! He would have to wake up sooner than expected. Great.
"He was scared Chi-Chi. Gohan didn't remember when Trunks came to tell us about the heart disease. I bet it worried him all day."
"But Trunks came before Gohan was taken."
"I know Chi-Chi, but he was gone for two years, and he still doesn't remember…"
Woah woah wait…two years? He was in that hell hole for two years?! He was beaten, used, starved, abused for two years? They could sense his ki because of the chains, but he was pretty damn sure they could sense his tormentors' ki's! Did they give up searching for him, then decided one day two years later to look for him? Were the friendly faces just an act? Was the concern fake?
They probably didn't want him back, and hoped to find him dead! He wasn't, so then they had to act all friendly and hope he gets better. They trained him for the Androids, hoping that those robots would take him out. He could remember a lot of things. Always being thrown into battle, nearly dying, and when he was alive they acted as though they were happy. Always quick to heal him, but quicker to throw him to battle.
Maybe that's why he couldn't remember some of his past. They are his family and friends…why would they do something like that to him? What did he do wrong? Was he not strong enough? Smart enough? Did they want to teach him a lesson?
"Goku? What's wrong?"
"He's shaking."
"Maybe he's having a nightmare."
No, not a nightmare. He wasn't sure what he wanted to believe. He had a lot of good memories, where his friends and family caused him no harm. There were battles he volunteered to fight. Then left alone with them for two years…where was his family and friends then?
He pounded on his father's chest, to release anger…or maybe he hit his dad because his mind was making up lies again. He hit his dad's chest one more time before clenching onto it, attempting to hold back a scream. His face was, luckily, hidden. They did nothing to him in the year he was here. Nothing! There has to be a good reason why it took forever for them to find him…there has to be!
They probably took him to another planet.
No…it was a ship. They took him on a ship, and tried to fight back. Something latched onto his ankle, and his power disappeared. If it was a ship then they were flying. They had to fly away from Earth, which was why his family couldn't find him! It made sense now! It's hard to sense someone who's light years away.
He sighed, releasing the feelings that were fighting inside his body. He was tired earlier, and now he was exhausted.
"Hey Gohan," his father whispered. This time he lifted up his head to see his father. "Hey, it's okay!" His father brushed his eyes, wiping away…tears? He hasn't cried in a long time, and he never thought he would again. There was his father, looking worried again. He was too tired to let his father know he was fine, and fell back asleep.
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Goku and Chi-Chi made it back down the stairs. Gohan was sleeping on Goku's shoulder, letting his right arm lie limp beside him.
"Couldn't get him up, could you Goku," Master Roshi asked.
"He woke up for a minute, and then he went back to sleep," Goku said, carefully lying Gohan on the couch. "I want to train him in the Hyperbotical Time Chamber."
"Are you crazy," Krillin yelled. Goku put a finger up to hush him. Krillin quickly covered his mouth. His yelling didn't disturb Gohan, but he whispered anyway. "Why?"
"Because of Cell. If he absorbs the Androids he won't be easy to defeat. Maybe I can get Vegeta and Trunks to do the same thing. We'll only be in there for a day."
"But that's a year in there," Master Roshi said. "Goku, I don't think Gohan is ready for something like that. He's still not one hund-"
"He's fine Master Roshi," Goku interrupted. He looked down at his sleeping son. "We can always leave if something goes wrong, but I know my son. If he's with me he'll be okay."
Master Roshi and Krillin looked at him. It didn't seem like a good idea, but when Goku wants something done he gets it done. Chi-Chi trusted her husband, and knew how much Gohan loved being around him. Maybe someone on one time with Goku would help him open up more. Who knows? A year in the Hyperbotical Time Chamber can have him talking again!
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It was really hard to tell time when there were no clocks to tell you what time it was. It was harder when one of your friends was fighting, and you had to stay put. He wanted to help Piccolo, but it seemed Piccolo was doing okay fighting alone. There was nothing he could do but be bored.
He looked at his dad, standing strong and tall, concentrating on the battle with Piccolo and Cell. He would love to concentrate on the battle, but he was anxious about the time chamber. He wanted to go in and start training, get stronger, and defeat Cell. Well…his father would be able to defeat Cell, but if he was lucky he could get in a few hits! He could weaken Cell and let his dad have the final blow!
His happy thoughts were starting to fade, as he felt Piccolo's power level get lower. He was doing good, and now Cell was over powering him? What if Piccolo died again? He had to save him!
"Don't do it Gohan," his dad said. His dad must have felt his power level rising. What do you mean don't do it? He wasn't going anywhere, and it looked like his dad wasn't going to help. Piccolo needed help! "Gohan I said no!"
He shot his dad an angry look, but his father didn't see. Well if his dad wasn't going to help Piccolo then he was!
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It was a reaction, a mere reaction. Goku reached out to grab him, to stop him from getting to Piccolo. Gohan wasn't strong enough to fight Cell, not right now at least. If he went to get Piccolo he would surely die. Goku now wished his son got a head start, and he could get to him before he got to Piccolo. It was too late now, and Goku can never go back on his action.
Goku grabbed Gohan's wrist, and the scream that followed shattered his heart into a million pieces.
END OF CHAPTER!