A/N: here is a new chapter. As you can see. Forgive me if there are mess
ups, I never really read over my stories.
Chapter 3: .....my son.....
Strolling through the kitchen, my boxer pants padded under my feet, I scratched at my tight grey shirt that hugged my thinning body. I didn't wake up that early this morning, afternoon time, though that's what I time I usually wake up these days. I have no appointments or deadlines, I am simply there and here. Doing things that have no meaning, nor will ever have a cause. I cant care about that, I cant hate the way I live.
Walking past the dinning table something caught my eye, shifting my body to a tilt my eyes wandered beneath the table I found a strange thing. Yielding to my knee, I outreached my hand and laid my finger tips upon the object, letting my touch inhale the texture to see if I could decipher what it was, slowly I pressed down, and hld it to my view. I winced slightly at it, my vision seemed flurry, slowly I took it farther from my view and looked it over.
A piece of cloth.
A piece of cloth with a delicate flow of the paisley pattern, dazzled with mahogany and raspberry. I knew what it was, tears formed in my eyes as a smile curved on my face, I turned it about in my hand. It was a shirt my wife had given to Gohan when he was just a boy, she wanted him to attend a school meeting at an Academy.
Gohan and dropped a marble under the table and snagged his shirt sleeve on the table leg. I smiled at the though, ChiChi was so mad. I felt the hot tears begin to roll down my cheek as mile smile fell apart, slowly I lifted the cloth to my lips and kissed it gently. Letting my bangs fall into my eyes and hang in poise.
Suddenly I heard the front door, there was a knock upon it. Staggering to my feet I slipped the paisley into my pocket and wobbled to the door. I didn't know who it would be, I was frightened who it would be. slowly, and hesitantly, I laid m hand upon the door knob, I heard the knock again. Should I answer it? I pulled my hand away. No, no I shouldn't.
But wait....
Slowly I circled the knob with the twist of my wrist, there was no stopping then. I then slowly began to pull it open, my eyes on the floor, once the door completely ajar, I looked upon my son, Gohan. His face had grown as mature as ever, his glasses tucked away in the pocket of his brown suede jacket, in his hands he held a glass container with a foil top. A smile upon his handsome face, yet behind his gleaming eyes, I saw pity.
"Hey dad," I heard his words seem to be forced out, "I haven't- seen you in awhile. Can I come in?"
To see Gohan made me want to cry again, to seem my son once more after a long departure, he had always been so good to me, as I was to him.
"Of course you can," I smiled wearily.
He smiled and stepped in, then looked about, seeing nothing had really changed from the old house he grew up in, the smell, it was smelling older, and looking more etiolate. No, actually, it didn't seem the same at all.
Closing the door behind him and paused, then slowly turned to face him once more, he was still looking around, noticing my pause he turned to me. A smile forced upon his face, his small dimples popping out,
"I, I brought you some corn pudding," he smiled holding it toward me.
I looked upon the offer, taking it, it seemed heavy, I didn't know why. Gleaming him a grin I took it and conveyed it to the kitchen.
"That is very nice....of you."
Gohan followed me closely, his hands in his pockets and his eyes still searching, searching the walls to see if any object had been unstitched from the aging walls. I hadn't moved anything, not a nail misplaced.
Setting the dish upon the once polished wood counter top left of the sink, I gave it a steady stare and then looked to Gohan, his hands still shoved in his pockets. This obviously wasn't easy for him either. I knew, the moment I let his eyes fall upon me, that he would sense the issues, see that my dotage was unnatural, too soon in all accounts for a full blooded Saiyan. I tired to smudge the thoughts from his mind, giving him another gin.
"So, how is the family?"
Gohan shrugged then nervously rubbed a hand across his chin, "they, they are fine. Videl is doing quiet wonderfully, she has dropped her ob and is know owing her time to Pan.."
I cut him short, rising my voice to cut past his, "Pan? How, how dose she do these days?"
Gohan seemed to pause, and gave me a blink, baffled at my strange way of showing curiosity, running his hand along his chin once again he stuttered, but then found his words, "she's-she's fine. Yes. She is ten now, going on eleven," Gohan then seemed to smirk, "she has taken up fighting, always raving on how someday she'll be the strongest 'chick' in the universe." I managed to laugh lightly, yet coseismal, "Chick? I see she is taking up...the 'new talk'. Huh."
Gohan smiled as well, "yeah. Yeah, she is picking up a few others as well," Gohan's smile disappeared, his eyes peered straight up to mine, it startled me, the seemed to cut right through me, "...she would like to see you again dad."
I paused.
Gohan's eyes went straight to the floor again at my reaction, his hand combing the back of neck as he spat out, "we all would..." he's voice too seemed to me trembling, filled with pain.
I felt my heart begin to ache, my throat begin to wobble, my face burn. Drawing in a shaky breathe I tried to hid my pain, turning to around to face the counter again.
"....Would....would you like some- coffee?"
He didn't answer right away, yet, I was relieved to hear he did, "sure."
Sitting down p the rotting sofa's Gohan sipped his coffee, I sat on the opposite end, slouched deeply into it, my legs pulled apart. I could her everyone of Gohan's heavy sips and swallows, I felt his leg shaking side to side in uneasiness. Slowly I tilted my head toward the window, it was still midday, I had only awoke an hour or two ago. I swallowed; Gohan began to speak.
"So how has it been around here lately?" his voice seemed more lively.
"Fine," I did not look to him, "the weather has been charitable."
Gohan nodded lightly as he too began to look out the window my eyes were deeming.
"Yet....its always hard to see summer drift away; to see fall come. Ends are never easy to witness."
Gohan was looking at me now.
"...father...."
I looked to Gohan, I gave him the strongest smile I could, which was adversity crumbling inside of me, though, I wanted to give him my brightest smile, I knew it wouldn't make up for all are forgotten years, but I wanted to show him I was willing to atone.
Lifting out a heavy hand I laid it upon his knee.
"I am glade you came Gohan. Its nice to a familiar face."
When I said that, I saw Gohan begin to grow red, his eyes began to tear up then fall, his hand fell upon my mine.
"....its...good to see you...." he managed to choke out.
Giving him another smile, I felt my eyes squint, I looked once more out the window, I began to talk.
"So tell me, how is work? I hear that being a professor has its hard times."
Gohan nodded, "yes, it dose. But I believe I am faring very well. My income is rising as well as my priority. People are beginning to recommend me."
"Well good for you."
Gohan's voice grew more pleasant, "I- plan on taking some time off as well. Spend time with my family, get some things done. I haven been faithful enough with my work, they agreed with to allow the pardon."
"Wonderful!" I exclaimed. Boy, I was proud of my son, and finally, his presence was beginning to uplift my spirits, which made me smile more, "you truly have done me proud."
Gohan looked to me, bright and rhapsodic, "really? ...I thought that, because I left fighting you would be, somehow disappointed. Like I had abounded all are fun times, sparring and battles, that you think I brushed aside everything you taught me," he looked at me, more profoundly, "but I haven't father. I truly haven't. Everything you taught me molded me to the person I am, lead me to such a being. And to that, I am ever thankful."
Hearing his words shattered me, the guilt that bore upon my shoulders grew thicker. I never thought Gohan betrayed me in any way, but- but it was I who betrayed him. I taught him my very being, and now look at me, a creature whom is nothing left but hypocrite. Yet now, he says he is thankful? I do not comprehend his judgment. Long has he stood in my shadow, now he has wandered, yet now I too wander, wander from my own self.
Gohan touched my shoulder, I looked to him. A gentle smile upon his graceful face.
"You mean a lot to me dad. A lot."
I felt my chest quiver, I felt my body grow stiff. Slowly I turned my face out the window, the midday sun casting sheen upon my face with gold and red.
A heavy body then lay over mine, its arms wrapped tightly around my shoulders and back, a head tucked into the warmth of my neck, there it was sprinkled with tears, and alined with my name.
"Dad-oh dad."
A tear fell down my cheek as my son embraced me, Son Gohan, the best friend I ever had, the first child I ever bared. Slowly I lifted my arms up and stocked his back and hair, he cried into me. I dare not show my pain.
"I love you father....you must always know that."
A/N: so what did you think? No its not over yet, not yet. Please review if you would be ever so kind.
Chapter 3: .....my son.....
Strolling through the kitchen, my boxer pants padded under my feet, I scratched at my tight grey shirt that hugged my thinning body. I didn't wake up that early this morning, afternoon time, though that's what I time I usually wake up these days. I have no appointments or deadlines, I am simply there and here. Doing things that have no meaning, nor will ever have a cause. I cant care about that, I cant hate the way I live.
Walking past the dinning table something caught my eye, shifting my body to a tilt my eyes wandered beneath the table I found a strange thing. Yielding to my knee, I outreached my hand and laid my finger tips upon the object, letting my touch inhale the texture to see if I could decipher what it was, slowly I pressed down, and hld it to my view. I winced slightly at it, my vision seemed flurry, slowly I took it farther from my view and looked it over.
A piece of cloth.
A piece of cloth with a delicate flow of the paisley pattern, dazzled with mahogany and raspberry. I knew what it was, tears formed in my eyes as a smile curved on my face, I turned it about in my hand. It was a shirt my wife had given to Gohan when he was just a boy, she wanted him to attend a school meeting at an Academy.
Gohan and dropped a marble under the table and snagged his shirt sleeve on the table leg. I smiled at the though, ChiChi was so mad. I felt the hot tears begin to roll down my cheek as mile smile fell apart, slowly I lifted the cloth to my lips and kissed it gently. Letting my bangs fall into my eyes and hang in poise.
Suddenly I heard the front door, there was a knock upon it. Staggering to my feet I slipped the paisley into my pocket and wobbled to the door. I didn't know who it would be, I was frightened who it would be. slowly, and hesitantly, I laid m hand upon the door knob, I heard the knock again. Should I answer it? I pulled my hand away. No, no I shouldn't.
But wait....
Slowly I circled the knob with the twist of my wrist, there was no stopping then. I then slowly began to pull it open, my eyes on the floor, once the door completely ajar, I looked upon my son, Gohan. His face had grown as mature as ever, his glasses tucked away in the pocket of his brown suede jacket, in his hands he held a glass container with a foil top. A smile upon his handsome face, yet behind his gleaming eyes, I saw pity.
"Hey dad," I heard his words seem to be forced out, "I haven't- seen you in awhile. Can I come in?"
To see Gohan made me want to cry again, to seem my son once more after a long departure, he had always been so good to me, as I was to him.
"Of course you can," I smiled wearily.
He smiled and stepped in, then looked about, seeing nothing had really changed from the old house he grew up in, the smell, it was smelling older, and looking more etiolate. No, actually, it didn't seem the same at all.
Closing the door behind him and paused, then slowly turned to face him once more, he was still looking around, noticing my pause he turned to me. A smile forced upon his face, his small dimples popping out,
"I, I brought you some corn pudding," he smiled holding it toward me.
I looked upon the offer, taking it, it seemed heavy, I didn't know why. Gleaming him a grin I took it and conveyed it to the kitchen.
"That is very nice....of you."
Gohan followed me closely, his hands in his pockets and his eyes still searching, searching the walls to see if any object had been unstitched from the aging walls. I hadn't moved anything, not a nail misplaced.
Setting the dish upon the once polished wood counter top left of the sink, I gave it a steady stare and then looked to Gohan, his hands still shoved in his pockets. This obviously wasn't easy for him either. I knew, the moment I let his eyes fall upon me, that he would sense the issues, see that my dotage was unnatural, too soon in all accounts for a full blooded Saiyan. I tired to smudge the thoughts from his mind, giving him another gin.
"So, how is the family?"
Gohan shrugged then nervously rubbed a hand across his chin, "they, they are fine. Videl is doing quiet wonderfully, she has dropped her ob and is know owing her time to Pan.."
I cut him short, rising my voice to cut past his, "Pan? How, how dose she do these days?"
Gohan seemed to pause, and gave me a blink, baffled at my strange way of showing curiosity, running his hand along his chin once again he stuttered, but then found his words, "she's-she's fine. Yes. She is ten now, going on eleven," Gohan then seemed to smirk, "she has taken up fighting, always raving on how someday she'll be the strongest 'chick' in the universe." I managed to laugh lightly, yet coseismal, "Chick? I see she is taking up...the 'new talk'. Huh."
Gohan smiled as well, "yeah. Yeah, she is picking up a few others as well," Gohan's smile disappeared, his eyes peered straight up to mine, it startled me, the seemed to cut right through me, "...she would like to see you again dad."
I paused.
Gohan's eyes went straight to the floor again at my reaction, his hand combing the back of neck as he spat out, "we all would..." he's voice too seemed to me trembling, filled with pain.
I felt my heart begin to ache, my throat begin to wobble, my face burn. Drawing in a shaky breathe I tried to hid my pain, turning to around to face the counter again.
"....Would....would you like some- coffee?"
He didn't answer right away, yet, I was relieved to hear he did, "sure."
Sitting down p the rotting sofa's Gohan sipped his coffee, I sat on the opposite end, slouched deeply into it, my legs pulled apart. I could her everyone of Gohan's heavy sips and swallows, I felt his leg shaking side to side in uneasiness. Slowly I tilted my head toward the window, it was still midday, I had only awoke an hour or two ago. I swallowed; Gohan began to speak.
"So how has it been around here lately?" his voice seemed more lively.
"Fine," I did not look to him, "the weather has been charitable."
Gohan nodded lightly as he too began to look out the window my eyes were deeming.
"Yet....its always hard to see summer drift away; to see fall come. Ends are never easy to witness."
Gohan was looking at me now.
"...father...."
I looked to Gohan, I gave him the strongest smile I could, which was adversity crumbling inside of me, though, I wanted to give him my brightest smile, I knew it wouldn't make up for all are forgotten years, but I wanted to show him I was willing to atone.
Lifting out a heavy hand I laid it upon his knee.
"I am glade you came Gohan. Its nice to a familiar face."
When I said that, I saw Gohan begin to grow red, his eyes began to tear up then fall, his hand fell upon my mine.
"....its...good to see you...." he managed to choke out.
Giving him another smile, I felt my eyes squint, I looked once more out the window, I began to talk.
"So tell me, how is work? I hear that being a professor has its hard times."
Gohan nodded, "yes, it dose. But I believe I am faring very well. My income is rising as well as my priority. People are beginning to recommend me."
"Well good for you."
Gohan's voice grew more pleasant, "I- plan on taking some time off as well. Spend time with my family, get some things done. I haven been faithful enough with my work, they agreed with to allow the pardon."
"Wonderful!" I exclaimed. Boy, I was proud of my son, and finally, his presence was beginning to uplift my spirits, which made me smile more, "you truly have done me proud."
Gohan looked to me, bright and rhapsodic, "really? ...I thought that, because I left fighting you would be, somehow disappointed. Like I had abounded all are fun times, sparring and battles, that you think I brushed aside everything you taught me," he looked at me, more profoundly, "but I haven't father. I truly haven't. Everything you taught me molded me to the person I am, lead me to such a being. And to that, I am ever thankful."
Hearing his words shattered me, the guilt that bore upon my shoulders grew thicker. I never thought Gohan betrayed me in any way, but- but it was I who betrayed him. I taught him my very being, and now look at me, a creature whom is nothing left but hypocrite. Yet now, he says he is thankful? I do not comprehend his judgment. Long has he stood in my shadow, now he has wandered, yet now I too wander, wander from my own self.
Gohan touched my shoulder, I looked to him. A gentle smile upon his graceful face.
"You mean a lot to me dad. A lot."
I felt my chest quiver, I felt my body grow stiff. Slowly I turned my face out the window, the midday sun casting sheen upon my face with gold and red.
A heavy body then lay over mine, its arms wrapped tightly around my shoulders and back, a head tucked into the warmth of my neck, there it was sprinkled with tears, and alined with my name.
"Dad-oh dad."
A tear fell down my cheek as my son embraced me, Son Gohan, the best friend I ever had, the first child I ever bared. Slowly I lifted my arms up and stocked his back and hair, he cried into me. I dare not show my pain.
"I love you father....you must always know that."
A/N: so what did you think? No its not over yet, not yet. Please review if you would be ever so kind.