Gohan didn't bother going to school the next day since he now had so little time left to prepare for his impending death. So after waking up early that morning and quickly gathering some odds and ends which he placed in a duffle bag and then took a moment to peek in on his little brother and mom and felt a peculiar ache start in the general vicinity of his chest when he saw the two of them sleeping so peacefully.

God he was going to miss them when he died. Much like he was going to miss Siren and their child. Absently lifting a hand, he rubbed the spot over his heart and blinked back tears as he felt a nearly crippling urge to break down crying and sobbing his heart out.

Siren and their baby... He wouldn't be there for them. He wouldn't be there for any of Siren's weird late night cravings. He'd never be there to feel the baby kick or help siren get to the hospital when she went into labor. He'd never hold her hand while she gave birth to their son/daughter. He'd never hold his child in his arms or hear it cry for the first time.

Steeling himself, he moved away from his mother's bedroom door and began the quiet trek down the hall to the front door. The duffle bag slung over one shoulder, and a compact of capsules in his left pants pocket- Gohan left his childhood home and never looked back.

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The rest of the day was for Gohan. What with setting up the house he'd gotten from Bulma half a mile from where his dad's new home was. Which meant that Piccolo could not only sense him but probably see him every time he came and went from said house after every time he returned from shopping. And though he could all but sense Piccolo's curiosity about his every action- the nemekian never really disturbed him or asked him questions.

Not even when he finally got tired of Gohan distracting him from his meditating and had decided to come over to the new house and see what was up.

Gohan had just returned from what must have been his tenth trip of the day and was unloading a small car that he had secretly gotten from Vegeta over a year go. 'Just for fun' the prince of the sayian's had said as he handed the capsule to the teen. But in truth, Vegeta had been insulted by Chichi and had wanted to get even by giving Gohan something that she had forbidden him to have until he was in collage.

Which was just ridiculous really. And because throwing the capsule away had been out of the question (because if Vegeta had found out he had done that, he would have killed him) Gohan had kept it and merely hidden it until he had felt he would need it. Like now.

He had just retrieved the fifth bag which contained clothing that he knew would fit Siren and a large heavy box with a crib in it when Piccolo suddenly dropped out of the sky a few feet to the side of him and looked at the car, the stuff in it and then him- questioningly. "Gohan." Piccolo said as Gohan acknowledged his presence with a quick glance and nod of his head in his direction.

"Piccolo."

"Shouldn't you be in school?" Piccolo asked with a small frown as he watched Gohan walk into the house and then come back out to the car empty handed.

"I'm taking the next few weeks off of school." Gohan said as he reached out and started grabbing more bags. These containing items such as toys, clothing for the baby, shoes, bibs, formula, pacifiers...ext. As well as aqua colored paint. Food, silverware, dishes. Towels, rags, a fuzzy pale green bathrobe, matching slippers, a few blankets and smaller and thinner baby blankets.

The list was almost endless.

Piccolo looked a little surprised at his answer, but other wise didn't have much to say about the topic of school. He knew his former student was a good kid and he probably had his reasons. He just hoped that Chichi didn't find out.

"Alright," Piccolo said after a moment or so before asking. "Need help with any of this-" This mess... He thought as he indicated to the rest of the bags sitting in the back seat of the car.

"You offering?" Gohan wondered aloud. Earning a smirk from his former teacher as the nemekian began to grab some things and then followed him inside and followed his lead, putting what he had in his arms down on the floor or on the table or any free space that they happened to find on the kitchen counter. They repeated the action of going to fetch the other bags several times and before long the entire kitchen space was eaten up by the bags of stuff.

Leaving both Piccolo and Gohan very little room to maneuver around the room. So Piccolo hung back, close to the nearest exit. The door that they had just walked through, and observed as Gohan began to systematically search out certain bags and unpack them.

His former student must have gotten through a majority of the bags and set the empty paper and plastic aside and was in the process of grabbing something else when Piccolo noticed the big box from earlier and curiously examined it. It was a box with a picture of a babies crib on it. Which was nice Piccolo supposed until he actually seemed to realize what he was looking at and his mind came to an abrupt halt.

Wait. Babies!

Argh! What the hell did Gohan do?!