It was a good hour's drive to Ganjo's house; Andy had never considered it before now as she gripped the steering wheel. They had always flown there, flying always took less time plus it was exciting.
"Grin'pa was angry." Hizashi hiccupped; he hadn't stopped crying since they left the house.
Andy wiped the tears from his eyes with the back of her hand, "I know he would…" The words died in her throat as she looked at her son.
His large blue eyes were swollen from his constant rubbing, "Why did Grin'pa have to die? This is all his fault." Hizashi hiccupped again pressing his palms into his eyes.
"No, it's not his fault Hizashi." Andy said softly running her hand over his head, "Daddy will get better-"
"I don't wanna talk about it anymore." Hizashi interrupted wiping at his nose with his sleeve, "Can I just sleep now?"
Andy blinked slightly taken aback by Hizashi's question, she nodded turning back to the empty road before her, "Sure hon."
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Two weeks past by, the house was dark as all the curtains were drawn shut so no light could enter. Piccolo sat on the couch in the same place he had sat down two hours earlier to watch his son destroy himself further. He had tried for over two days to contact Kage telepathically but learned with incredible frustration that it didn't work in his current state.
Kage, eyes bloodshot and withdrawn, sat in the corner holding a half empty bottle of sake. His third bottle that day, it was only 2 in the afternoon.
"You're being foolish." Piccolo grunted standing up, he sighed irritated with the fact that Kage couldn't see him or hear him. If only there was a way to get the message across, he thought wryly watching his son take another swig of the alcohol. The boy was a mess, his clothes hung off him awkwardly and an odd odor had begun to emanate from him. Piccolo wrinkled his nose pacing across the room, he hated being dead.
"I hate you, you know?" Kage said suddenly staring blankly at the covered window.
Piccolo stopped turning around, he raised an eyebrow in curiosity.
Kage took a sip from his bottle and stood up moving across the room, "I hate you… you leaving me here like this." He stopped at the window and peeked outside wincing at the bright light from the afternoon sun. Piccolo folded his arms over his chest trying to decide if Kage had finally lost what was left of his sanity or… was just really drunk. Either way the outcome wasn't to be good.
"Dying in a damn car!" Kage cried out throwing the bottle at the wall, the glass shattered spraying sake all over the wall and floor along with shards of glass.
Ah, Piccolo thought with a nod, Kage's train of thought was still directed towards him. Kage grit his teeth together and sank to the floor scowling and glaring at the wall his sake had hit.
"Get a hold of yourself boy." Piccolo growled moving to Kage's side, "Quit being so selfish and grow up!"
Kage groaned pulling his knees up to his chest and rested his forehead on them, "Damn you." He grunted.
He had heard, from Gohan he believed, that there were ghosts who could move things… but they were called Poltergeists. Piccolo snorted, who's to say he wasn't a so-called 'poltergeist'? He glanced around the room, spotting a pen and contemplated writing the word 'stupid' on Kage's forehead but quickly dismissed that thought when he saw an empty bottle near the kitchen sink. Glancing at Kage then the bottle, Piccolo moved to the bottle and bent down to pick it up. He wasn't at all surprised when his hand moved right through it. Squatting in front of the bottle, Piccolo concentrated on his hand forcing his ki to move into it and then reached out touching the bottle. The bottle became solid under his hand and rocked ever so slightly. Smirking, Piccolo poked at the bottle again making it roll against the counter. The sound caught Kage's attention.
The younger Namekian lifted his head looking at the bottle with furrowed eyebrows. He snorted and looked away resuming his head down position.
Piccolo's eyebrow twitched up, it worked. Carefully he did it again, this time pushing the bottle towards Kage. The glass rolled slowly across the wooden floor catching Kage's eye. The man watched the bottle with wide eyes, "Holy…" He muttered scooting away from the bottle as it stopped just short of him, "Shit."
Piccolo stood up pleased with his accomplishment, he strode across the room and knelt before Kage and next to the bottle.
"Now you will listen to me," He said softly touching the bottle making it rock, "You will get your act together." He moved his hand from the bottle to Kage's shoulder gently touching it. Kage startled shooting to his feet with a startled yelp and a curse. Piccolo rolled his eyes, "My son the coward." He groaned finding the pen he had spotted earlier and a piece of paper, "Do I seriously have to stoop to this?"
Kage watch with now sober eyes as the pen floated in the air and began to write something down on the pad of paper next to it. When it was done writing the pen fell back onto the table. Kage didn't move, he wasn't sure he wanted to see what the possessed pen wrote. The bottle rattled by his feet again then crashed against the wall shattering like the sake bottle he had thrown earlier did.
"Okay, okay!" He cried running over to the table that the note had been written on. Written on the piece of paper were three words, 'Sober up NOW!'
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A/N: AHHHHH!!!!!! I can't believe how long it has taken me to update this!!!! I'm soooooo sorry!!! I've had writers block in everything! I'm working on the next chapter now as you read this; I'm hoping to improve this story a bit. Again I apologize for the long wait! And thank you all for the reviews!! XD
