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Goku appeared with an unconscious Piccolo and Tien by his side. Goku quickly got senzu beans for them both, and soon they were both recovered. When Piccolo regained consciousness, he noticed Gohan sitting up against the Lookout home. He was holding his knees up against his chest. Something happened, but no one was saying anything.

Mr. Popo was watering flowers, and once Piccolo was fine on his own, Goku walked to the edge of the Lookout staring out into the skies. He looked around looking for any damage, scratches, anything to give him an idea of what happened during his fight. He couldn't see anything, but the death stare from Gohan wasn't towards Piccolo at all. It was towards his father.

Knowing he wasn't going to get any information out of Gohan, Piccolo decided to sit next to him anyway.

When the time passed, Vegeta and Trunks finally came out of the Time Chamber. Even they noticed the thin air, but no one was saying anything. Gohan and Goku were already in a uniform Bulma prepared for them, blue spandex and a stretchable armor that covered their chest. While Vegeta went to talk to Goku, Trunks went over to Gohan and Piccolo.

"What happened here," Trunks asked. Gohan didn't bother to answer, and Piccolo didn't even bat his eye in Trunks' direction. Well that got him nowhere. He walked over to Mr. Popo, who was standing by the flowers, and decided to ask the same question.

"Nothing," Mr. Popo replied.

Trunks looked over at Goku and Vegeta. His father must have asked the same question, because Goku just waved his hand in the air before walking over to the Time Chamber. Vegeta looked over at Trunks, and Trunks shrugged his shoulders. He watched as Goku walked towards the chamber, opened the door, and Gohan get up from his spot. Gohan didn't even bother to look at Goku when he walked by. Goku looked over at Trunks and waved goodbye.

(PB)

He walked in the door and saw nothing but open space ahead of him. That is where they would be training. There were two beds, one giant tub, and a room full of food. The food wasn't going to last a day with his father here. And one tub?

This.

Is.

Hell.

He walked into the vast area, but once he stepped out his body got heavy. He went on his hands and knees, finding it hard to get up.

"It's ten times Earth's gravity here," his stupid father said stepping out with ease. "It won't be so bad once you get used to it."

Well now he tells him.

He watched as his stupid father stretched out, and here he was having difficulty standing. Within minutes he found himself on his feet, and a few minutes after that he walked around. Actually it was more of stomping. Each time he raised his leg it felt like a ton, and would slam it onto the ground. He looked over and saw his 'I can't believe I'm stuck with him for a year' father already shadow fighting.

With determination running through his veins, and hours of "adjusting" to the gravity, he was finally able to stretch with some of the weight bothering him. His stupid father, on the other hand, stopped his shadow fight. He could hear the loud rumble coming from his dad's stomach.

There goes the room full of food.

He turned his back so his dad wouldn't seem him.

"Do you want to eat," his dad asked. He chose to ignore him, and continue on with his stretching. "Gohan…please."

Please what?

He grabbed his wrist, his wrist! Do you think after being chained up for two years he would want his wrists touched? No! If you grabbed his wrist of course he was going to freak out!

It was an accident, he knew, but it just angered him so much that his own father grabbed him there. He trusted him, and his father knew not to touch his wrists. But his did anyway, on accident.

He screamed. He couldn't believe he screamed. He was mad at his dad, and he was mad at himself. He just wanted to get the frustration out of his system, and the gravity wasn't helping. The gravity was making him madder, and more tired, and just plain cranky.

He stopped stretching.

He and his father were going to be in here for a year. He couldn't hold a grudge because of one little accident. The look on his father's face when he screamed…

Panic, heartbreak, worry, concern, but the one thing that stood out the most was fear. Goku quickly released Gohan's wrist, and stood there paralyzed.

"No! Don't! Stop!" Gohan screamed, as he covered his face with his arms. His one hand was holding the wrist that Goku grabbed. "Please! It hurts!"

Tears were pouring down Gohan's face.

"Don't hurt me Daddy!"

Goku was frozen.

"No…" he managed to speak. "No Gohan! I'm not going to hurt you! I-I didn't want you to go after Cell! I didn't mean to…Gohan I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

After that he quickly realized that his dad wasn't going to hurt him, and quickly walked away from his father. He sulked for a while, embarrassed about his reaction. Embarrassment turned into anger. It was his father that grabbed him there! His dad knew better! All he wanted to do was help Piccolo! Why…why did he have to grab him there?

Footsteps were walking away from him when he continued to stretch. He just wanted to be left alone for a little while longer, get his thoughts together before doing something stupid again.

He did about an hour of shadow fighting, pretending to kick Eck's butt for all the stuff he did to him. He also pretended that they were all attacking him, blocking imaginary punches and kicks, acting if he was hit, jumping back up again shooting ki's. And then they were all together, beaten to near death, and with some pent up anger he did a Kamehameha wave to finish them off.

The Kamehameha wave disappeared leaving nothing but the empty space behind. They were gone, but he'll have to remember to kill them over and over again. He felt better, calmer, and tired.

He slowly floated his way towards the ground. He was hungry, and he bet the room full of food was gone. There has to be something in here. If Vegeta and Trunks stayed here a year then there had to be lots of food somewhere. It was such a small area to hold a lot of food. Walking up to the room he was shocked to see it full. He opened up the fridge and saw more food. Did his dad not eat?

He guessed he wasn't going to starve, although some of the food needed to cook, and he didn't know how to cook. He looked for his father, and could hear explosions in the distance. His dad knew how to cook food, but he sounded busy. He's seen his mother cook. How hard can it be?

The answer?

The most difficult thing he's ever attempted to do.

Not only was the stove on fire, but the curtains on the bed were on fire as well. The boiling pot of rice was over flowing, the microwave was sparking, and everything he used to put out the fire caught on fire. His mother made it look so easy!

"What happened here," he heard his father yell. He quickly hid the blanket that was caught on fire behind him. His father noticed the stove, the microwave, and the spreading fire in the room. He also noticed another fire. "Gohan, you're hair!"

He let go of the blanket to get the fire out of his hair. At least he got one fire under control.

"Get behind me Gohan. I have an idea."

He did as he told and quickly hid behind his dad's leg. He watched as his father stretched out his arms, and yell. Some sort of wind came out, blowing out all the flames in the kitchen/bedroom. He closed his eyes as some debris came his way. Once the wind stopped he opened his eyes.

He stood there, amazed, as the kitchen was perfect. No flame damage, no more fires, and even the bed was perfect. The food room was filled once more, the pot on the stove was clean and brand new, and the fridge was clean.

His dad was a magician.

"Are you okay Gohan?" Was he okay? His dad magically repaired everything! "Are you hungry?"

He nodded his head, still in shock. His father slightly smiled as he quickly prepared a meal. The rice was undercooked, the meat was over cooked, and nothing had any flavor to it. He was happy that his stomach was full, but his father couldn't cook to save his life. Well, neither could he, and his dad didn't set anything on fire.

Once he was full he was ready to fight again. His father was already knocking a ki blast in different directions, getting there fast enough to whack it away, or flying over to hit it another direction.

He wanted to train with him, but his dad looked too busy. Solo fighting wasn't too bad, but it was a little boring.

Maybe he could do what his father was doing. That looked more fun than shadow fighting. So that's what he did. He shot a ki ball, flew up to hit it once more, then back again. So far so good, that is, until the one ki blast got away disappearing into the unknown. It wasn't as easy as it looked.

He tried again, not hitting it as hard as before. He was getting the flow of it, and decided to go a little faster. This time it was easier, and decided to go one more notch. He hit the ki ball to the right, but when he got to the ki it was already speeding past him. He looked towards to where it was going, and saw it going towards his dad.

Yell, scream, do something! Instead he stood there, and held his breath.

(PG)

Goku could sense it coming, but he had to get rid of his ki ball first. He quickly slapped his out into oblivion, and turned around just in time to catch Gohan's ki ball. Should he throw it back to see what would happen, or get rid of it and see if his son wanted to spar? Does Gohan even want to spar with him? Did Goku want to spar with him?

Deciding on what was best, he whacked the ki ball back to Gohan. His son, in return, whacked it back towards him, but just a little bit higher. Goku flew up, and whacked it to the right of Gohan, he watched as he flew up, held his hands together, and used his arms to hit it back. Goku watched as the ki blast sped over his head and towards nowhere land.

"Homerun," Goku yelled as he put his arms up. With his arms up, something smelly caught his nose. When it came to hours of training, it also meant a lot of sweat and with sweat was smell. "Hey Gohan. I'm going to take a bath. Work on your speed, and when I get done you can bathe too."

Gohan lifted up his arms, and got a whiff of his own odor. He twitched up his nose, not sure if he really wanted to wait until his father was done. His dad did take long baths, and it was because it helped his muscles. Gohan's muscles were sore too, thanks to the ten times Earth's Gravity, but he didn't want to wait forever for a bath.

Goku started to walk back towards the little housing area. He took off the white armor and threw it in the washer. Bulma was kind enough to make extra outfits, since she knew of the stinky saiyan smell from training. He let out a sigh as he turned on the hot water.

Today was a little rough. Goku wasn't sure how to act in front of Gohan. After that outburst, he couldn't do anything, and didn't know what to say. He could feel the glare from Gohan's direction, but had to ignore it. Goku looked at his hand, the one that grabbed Gohan, and clenched it.

"Don't hurt me Daddy!"

"Gohan," he mumbled to himself. "I wouldn't do that to you. I was afraid that if you went to get Piccolo…Cell would kill you."

Goku looked over at the open area, watching Gohan kick around a ki blast. He would do fine for a while, but once he kicked it up a notch the ki blast would fly over his head. Every time that happened, Gohan would drop his shoulders and wait a few minutes before trying again.

The bath soon filled up, and Goku sighed before taking off the spandex and jumping in.

(PB)

Kick, kick, catch, throw, kick, kick, and it went over his head once again. He dropped his shoulders, and floated there for a moment. He was doing better that time, and he was able to kick it around longer than last time. But was getting bored with it, and his dad hasn't called him for a bath yet. He could always cook up something…

…or maybe just eat a few vegetables from the fridge.

First day here and he sets the kitchen on fire. When he is old enough to move out of his parents' house, he'll set his own kitchen on fire.

Would he be able to live by himself? He should, right? It won't be as bad. He'll be married and have kids and…no…he won't be able to have the life like his parents. He can barely be by himself without panicking a little. If he can't tell his parents about his tormentors what makes him think he'll be able to tell a complete stranger?

If he was going to have a life then he was going to have to talk about it. His parents are already careful around him, and they always look at him with worry. They had to have a general idea of what happened. He'll just explain the beatings, and nothing else.

With a sense of courage, he made his way towards the housing area. He saw his dad preparing another bath, and hopefully it was his.

"Oh good," his dad said turning off the water. "I was going to call you when your bath was done. You can put your dirty armor by the basket. There are clean ones hanging up over there."

His dad was in a pair of boxers. A pair of boxers was something he was never caught dead in. He always wore pants, and long shirts. His gi was a minor exception, only showing a little bit of his scars on his chest, not so many on his arms, and he really didn't care who saw his wrists. Everyone looked at them, strangers included, and he would always rub them. If he stopped rubbing them the scars wouldn't be so bad.

Okay…he was going to show his father all his scars.

"I'm going to get some sleep. Are you going to sleep after your bath?" He shook his head no. His father weakly smiled.

His dad was thinking that he was still mad at him. All he had to do was say 'It's okay.' Two words, better than the sentence he screamed earlier. That should be easy.

If it was so easy then why couldn't he say it? He stood there, failing to form the sentence to come out of his lips. It was only two words!

"It's okay Gohan." Sure, he could say it. "Don't over work yourself."

All right, talking was going to take a while longer. As his father headed towards the bed he took off the white armor. All he had to do was act like he was dressing alone. Any baths he took at home he did alone, and made sure his parents were not around to see him. The armor was easy, the boots were easy, the blue spandex…not so easy. He looked over at his dad, who was already on the bed with his eyes closed.

He has a whole year to do this. Why take major steps in one day?

He walked over to the bed and closed the curtain. Even if his father was asleep, he still didn't want him to wake up and see. He grabbed one of the extra uniforms and placed it next to the tub. Well, maybe not placed, more like a rough toss on the ground.

He was a coward.

Once he took everything off he went in the tub. The hot water felt nice on his sore muscles, but his own anger on himself wasn't helping him relax. He held his breath and let himself sink in the tub. He clenched his hair tightly in his hands, closed his eyes, and held back a scream.

He will never live a normal life.

He will never have a family of his own.

Why did they let him suffer? They should have killed him! He was no use here!

Oh…

He opened his eyes and released his hair. Where did those thoughts come from?

His head came up from the water as he caught some fresh air. He needed to get cleaned and dressed, and release some of his anger. He scrubbed his body hard, letting his wrists stain the clear water red. He quickly got out of the tub, dried himself, and grabbed the extra armor hanging up. His wrists were soaking through the spandex, but he ignored it. He quickly ran out, running further and further away from the resting house. When it was no longer in sight, he screamed.

"Why," he yelled into the empty space. "Why did this have to happen to me? I didn't do anything wrong!"

And there it happened.

The pent up anger, the two years trapped in a cell, the voice that was never heard was released. His black hair flickered in a golden yellow, his dark eyes a sharp turquoise, and he stood there unable to controlling it.

This felt so much better, but it was too much of a struggle to maintain. He tried to, but with the training earlier he couldn't try to control it. He powered out of super saiyan, and passed out.

(PB)

Very slowly he opened his eyes, and saw nothing but white surround him. Huh, he must still be lying on the ground where he passed out. Maybe he wasn't out that long, but in a place that doesn't really tell time it was hard to tell. He looked down at his poorly wrapped wrists, and noticed his sleeves were pulled up.

Wait a minute.

He shot up and saw a thin sheet covering him. The bed dipped where his hands were pressed. His dad must have come after all. Well, he did release a lot of energy, and it probably scared his dad senseless.

His dad!

He fought with the covers until they were fully pulled off. He was right about something. His dad looked at him, not exactly what to do. His dad's arms were hovering over him, maybe to help get the blanket off, or his dad wanted to hug him or something. Instead his dad just froze there with no clue what to do.

He charged at his father, and proceeded to tightly hug around his dad's neck.

"I'm glad you're okay, but I can't breathe," his dad said attempting to loosen the grip around the neck. He looked up at his dad hoping that maybe he saw his transformation. His facial expressions were easy to read, because his father gave him a great big smile. "Wow, my son a super saiyan! I'm proud of you Gohan!"

He did see it!

"But you still need to rest up a little bit. Once we both get some rest then we see how strong you are!"

Wasn't he just sleeping?

He pouted. He decided to curl up next to his father, in case any nightmares decided to show themselves. He never realized how tired he was since he fell asleep quickly. He couldn't wait to turn super saiyan again!

(PB)

The running of the footsteps startled Goku. He quickly opened the curtain and saw blood on the tub, and some on a clean white towel.

What did his son do to himself?

Goku quickly jumped out of the bed and ran in the same direction as Gohan. Then Gohan stopped.

"Why," Gohan yelled. His voice caught Goku off guard. "Why did this have to happen to me? I didn't do anything wrong!"

Gohan screamed, and Goku watched as his son turned into a super saiyan. His scream, it was painful, just like earlier on the Lookout. Gohan stood there, firm and tall, as if he grew up into a man. This was not the boy that was always crying. No…that little boy grew up.

Being a super saiyan was shortly lived as Gohan collapsed on the ground. Goku quickly ran over and examined his son. He scooped him up and quickly ran over to the housing area. Goku didn't know where to put his son, so he quickly grabbed a towel and laid it on the bed. He put Gohan on top of the towel and looked at one of his wrists.

Should he wrap it tightly, or make it loose? Goku didn't know what to do, and if he made the wrong move Gohan might snap awake. Goku got a damp towel and clean one of his wrists. He looked at Gohan waiting for a reaction and got none. Maybe bandaging his wrists wasn't going to be as bad as he thought. Once both wrists were clean, Goku bandaged them up with ease. He sighed a breath of relief, and carried Gohan to his bed. He tucked Gohan in, and watched him.

Gohan would toss and turn, fling the covers back and forth, then he eventually curled up in the covers. It was only temporary, a half an hour at most, before he shot awake.

(PB)

Oh food!

Was there anything more he loved than food? His father maybe, but nothing makes you feel better like a full stomach! Being a super saiyan was pretty cool too! He was faster, stronger, and with a little help from his dad he could control it!

Well, kinda control it. There were times where he would drop out of being a super saiyan, then quickly transform again. He was getting better though! He could also kick a ki ball around, and not hit it over his head! Okay, it happened a few times, and may have hit the housing area once or twice…maybe three times, but he was able to do it faster and longer!

Maybe he'll be powerful enough to defeat Cell! That would be awesome!

"Hey Gohan. I need to ask you something." He stopped stuffing his face and looked at his dad. His dad was a tough when it came to training, but to be honest Piccolo was a lot tougher. "I know you don't like your wrists being touched, but what are you going to do if a bad guy grabs you there?"

Last time he screamed, then ran away. If he was fighting Cell, screaming and running were not an option. His dad has been real careful when it came to training, but no bad guy was going to go easy on him. Once the bad guy sees a weakness they don't hold back on anything.

He remembered some of his training with Piccolo. Piccolo used to grab him from behind, pulled his arms back, and knee him in the back. Yep, he could see any bad guy doing that. He was pretty certain that it has been done to him before by someone, Frezia maybe, but his memory was still fuzzy.

If anyone grabbed him on the wrists he would freak out. End of story. He could see an attack coming towards him, but behind him? He didn't want to think about it, but he knew he had to do something about it. Even though the idea really sucked, he had to get used to his wrists being touched.

He raised up his arm and pouted at his scarred wrist. He looked at his dad, then at his dad's hand, then back to his wrist. He did it once more, and the kept his gaze at his dad.

"Wait…you want me to grab you there?" Actions speak louder than words. From the look on his dad's face grabbing the wrist was something he did not want to do. "I think we should take our time on this." He's been taking his time on everything! This was something that needed to be done. The sooner, the better.

Before his dad could protest, he grabbed his dad's hand and made him grab the wrist. He closed his eyes as a bad memory came to his head. He squeezed his dad's hand tightly as he tried to replace that bad memory with a good one. There had to be a good memory somewhere to where grabbing his wrist didn't involve the chains. He couldn't think of anything. He tried to make up a scenario, but it was failing.

His dad's hand was getting tighter from his own hand squeezing too hard. He felt a hard tug, and felt himself being pulled from his chair. An arm wrapped around him.

"That's enough Gohan. You can relax now."

He released his father's hand and quickly brought his hand to his chest. His other hand started nursing his wrist. Soon another arm hugged around his shaking body.

This was a big step, one of the hugest ones he ever had to make! But he did it! If a bad guy does grab him there, it wouldn't last very long. As long as he could remember to attack back, get his wrist free, then he had a chance to continue fighting. Now if he could just stop shaking.

"What happened to them," Gohan asked. Piccolo looked over at Gohan, surprised that words came out of his mouth. They were taking a small break from sparring, since Gohan hasn't sparred in a while.

"They were killed," Piccolo answered as he regained his composure. Gohan looked at him, wanting to know more of how. He wouldn't say much more, since he spoke too much already. "Goku felt one of their power levels, and went after him. Vegeta and I had to calm your father down, since the guy he was choking knew your whereabouts. Once we found where you were your father killed him.

"Your father was blinded by rage, and couldn't control his actions. No mercy on the guys that took you. Once we got you back to Bulma's he went to get your mother. I followed him, and watched him destroy boulders on an island. I've never seen your father that mad before. He blamed himself for not protecting you, and then to find you…hurt he started to feel guilty. What happened the day you were taken changed your father. I tried talking to him, but no matter what I said he felt to blame.

"He loves you kid, but the guilt he carries weights heavy on his shoulders. He doesn't know what's right anymore, and he doesn't know who he is. Your father loves you more than you know. There are battles that you are fighting yourself, and I know your father can help you fight them. Maybe having him help fight your battles will help fight his as well."

(PB)

"A bath? Together?"

Gohan nodded. They've been in the Hyperbolical Time Chamber for four months, and this was a first for Goku. When Gohan bathes he wants privacy, and it usually means Goku isn't allowed in the room. Even if he is, the bed curtains are drawn so he can't see anything. Even when Gohan was with Bulma he refused to let anyone bathe him, and gave Bulma a hard time when it came to getting cleaned.

Goku knew why Gohan wanted privacy. It was Gohan's scars that he never let anyone see. Goku was happy that Gohan trusted him, but he wasn't ready to see what they did to his son.

The bath was prepared for Gohan, but when Goku tried to leave Gohan grabbed his hand. He tugged Goku closer to the tub, and with his easily readable expressions Goku knew what he wanted to say.

"Okay," Goku said, a little uneasy with the situation. Gohan let go of his hand, and proceeded to take off his boots and white armor. Goku repeated the motion, and watched as Gohan froze with his blue spandex. He took a deep breath, and then one more for good measure. "I can always take a bath later Gohan."

Gohan shook his head. Deep down Goku knew that this day had to come. Gohan couldn't hide his scars forever. When Goku fought the top of his gi tore apart. One day that was going to happen to Gohan, probably for all to see, so he was going to get it done and over with.

Just don't think about it.

Gohan pulled his right arm out of the sleeve, then proceeded to pull out his left arm. He made no eye contact with Goku when he hesitated pulling the spandex down. He closed his eyes as the spandex was pulled off his left foot, and the his right. He was in a pair of boxers, standing there bearing his scars to his father. Gohan opened his eyes, but didn't look at Goku.

It was scary, exposing himself like this, considering he was chained up and naked for two years. Gohan had to remind himself that he needed a bath, since he can smell his own dirty sweat. With the boxers quickly exposed of, Gohan jumped in the tub as the hot water hit his body. He still avoided eye contact with his dad. It was always the same look Goku gave. Pity, worry, anger, shock, and guilt. Goku wasn't the only one who knew how to read facial expressions.

Gohan washed his face with the tub water. Goku was still outside the tub, so Gohan decided to splash his dad. It worked, snapping Goku back into reality from whatever daze he was in. Within minutes, and avoided eye contact, Goku finally got in the tub, but not without a big splash that soaked Gohan's hair.

Finally Gohan looked up at Goku, who had on his sheepish grin.

"Sorry about that," Goku said with a chuckle. "I didn't think it would be that big of a splash."

Gohan cocked an eyebrow, before taking both hands and splashing water on Goku.

"Oh, so that's how you want to play. Ka-me-ha-me-splash!"

Soon an epic splash battle was going on between father and son.

(PB)

It was weird being in once place for a year, then back at home. The air was easier to breathe, there were no constant weather changes throughout the hours, and even though you haven't seen your friends in a year, they only missed you for a day. Not only did he have a new haircut, but now he had an outfit that look just like Piccolo's! The cape was pretty awesome as he flapped through the wind. As he stood on the edge of the Lookout he could feel a cool breeze brush across his face.

He missed the fresh air, but at least he had his dad with him the whole time. In the year he felt as though he grew up. He still didn't talk, but he was able to be more comfortable around his father. He was really hoping to speak again, but every time he opened his mouth he immediately closed it. Something still didn't feel right about it.

He and his father worked on grabbing his wrists in training, and that would be a hit or miss. If he was able to kick his dad's arm away he was fine. Then there were times where he blacked out. He would wake up, chained, and wondering if everything around him was real. Once he was back in the Hyperbolical Time Chamber he would realize it was a bad flash back. He would wake up in bed and find his father training. His dad would act as if nothing happened, but he knew better. He didn't know what he did when he blacked out, but it was something.

It was a slow progress, and he only hoped he was fast enough to stop the bad guys.

But it was really cool being a super saiyan! At first, he had to be angry in order to change into a super saiyan. His father had trained him to control it, and it help him with controlling it his father stayed a super saiyan as well. Once Cell was defeated he could go back to being normal. He just had to be careful not to break so many dishes.

His father was busy talking to Piccolo. He bet that his dad was telling Piccolo about the scars, the difficult training, and maybe how much 'his son' was maturing. The smile on his dad's face was full of pride.

They were talking about him, and Piccolo smiled back at his father saying a few words. Soon Piccolo looked over in his direction, giving a nod of approval. He hasn't felt this happy in a long time. He was growing up, leaving the past behind him.

Maybe he should leave his dark past in the Time Chamber. No more thinking about what happened to him. No more worry looks from his family and friends. He battled the ice and flames from hell, and survived. There were times when he wanted to give up, but he kept fighting.

From this day forward he was never going to look back.

He reached into his pockets and pulled out two wrist bands. He could wear these. They weren't chains, and they were removable at any time. Slowly, he put one on his left wrist. The weight of it was something that he needed to adjust too. It really felt like his chains, tightly wrapped around his wrist. He flexed his hand up and down, then moved his arm back and forth. He was able to move in them.

One down, one on to go.

He slid the one on his right wrist, adjusting to the new pressure. Once again he moved his hand up and down, and moved it around. He pressed the two wrist bands next to each other, then pulled them apart. There was a sickness in his stomach. He wanted to puke. No, he was going to fight the nerves in his stomach. He let his arms relax around his sides, feeling the weight pull them down. His stomach was once again churning, but he ignored the feeling.

"Are you ready to go?" He looked up at his father, put up one finger, and quickly ran into the Lookout.

Bathroom run was the main goal, but he only made it as far as a potted plant before emptying out his stomach. Once he was finished he threw the wristbands on the ground. Stupid things.

He did head over to the bathroom to wash out his mouth, and put some cool water on his face. He looked good. Better than the plant not too far away. He looked at his hair and eyes. The reflection showed a different person. He couldn't even recognize himself in the reflection. He grabbed two thin pieces of hair, and put on a serious face.

Still didn't look like Piccolo, but he did get a chuckle out of himself.

After exiting the bathroom, he realized that something had to be done with the potted plant. He could walk away, pretend nothing was there, and leave it for Mr. Popo to worry about. Mr. Popo was someone he couldn't remember. Nice guy, slightly scary face. Decided to take responsibility, he took away soil from another plant to cover up the mess.

Perfect!

He quickly ran out of the building and past his father. He jumped off the Lookout and let his body fall freely to the ground. His father was near him, smiling.

Hope you guys enjoy the chapter.

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