Journal of a livid super saiyan

Chapter 4: Confrontations

Disclaimer: I do not own DB, DBZ, or DBGT.

The phone rang until Bulma picked it up. As soon as Goku heard Bulma's greeting he eavsdropped on the conversation.

"Hello, this is Capsule Corperations, Bulma speaking how may I help you?" Bulma greeted professionally.

"Bulma, I need to speak to Goku."

"Chichi, there's something he needs to tell you actually." Bulma informed.

"I know exactly what he's going to say, and I don't want to hear it." Chichi shot back.

"Alright fine, Goku!" Bulma yelled from down the hall.

At that moment Goku couldn't help but notice that this was conveniant. She called instead of him doing it, at least it saved him the trouble. He stood up from the bed and proceded to walk out the door when he felt a tug at his wrist. He looked down only to see Gohan holding on to him. His face was mixed with worry and fear. Goku knelt down to him and held his hands.

"It's okay Gohan, I'm just going to see what Bulma needs and I'll be right back." Goku reasured as he rubbed his hands and rose to walk out of the room.

Once Goku walked down the hall way and to the kitchen, Bulma handed him the phone.

"Hello?"

"I've called to tell you that I want a divorce." Chichi slured.

"A what!" Goku shouted.

"I can't take it anymore, I just can't I want you to bring Gohan back home right now!" She shouted back.

Goku felt his Blood pressure rising, here she was calling him drunk, and demanded him to just hand over Gohan just like that in his condidtion? He wasn't having it.

"No way in hell! You're drunk Chichi, and Gohan isn't in any condition to come home right now. He had an accident and..." Goku was cut off by Chichi's loud screaming.

"I don't care about your excuses! That's all I've ever gotten from you, now have your ass over here with Gohan!" She yelled.

"No! You're drunk and he doesn't need to be around that! He need someone to take care of him right now! He had anaccident and now he has amnisia. Don't you care?!" Goku screamed into the reciver, "Ya know what Chichi, call back tomarrow when you've sobbered up! I'm sick of hearing your selfishness!" Goku decided as he slammed the phone down.

Bulma was standing in the door way during the whole conversation. She couldn't believe Chichi called him drunk and then asked for a divorce. And to top it all of demanded Gohan back, she wouldn't even ask what happened to him because she was so enebrated. Goku sighed as he looked in her direction, still flushed in the face from anger.

"I'm sorry you had to hear that Bulma. I'm not talking to her unless she's sober. I can't believe this!" Goku replied.

"I know, and what about the whole divorce situation?" Bulma asked fearing for her friends sanity.

"I could care less about that right now. My real concern is Gohan." Goku replied.

As if on que, they heard sniffling sounds coming from the bedroom. Goku and Bulma walked down the hall way to see Gohan curled in fetal position crying softly. The yelling from earlier scared him, Goku walked over to him and sat on the bed and took him into his arms rubbing his back. He calmed down closing his eyes and letting out a purr as he relaxed in his father's warm embrace.

"My god, he's like a toddler all over again." Bulma spoke softly.

"I know, when is the doctor coming back?" Goku asked.

"Tomarrow, I'll call and tell him to come over." Bulma informed.

"Thanks, But for now I think we need to get Gohan fed and ready for bed."

"My mother should have dinner finished by now in the dining room. Why don't we take him down there and see if we can get him to eat." Bulma suggested.

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Trunks was silent at the dinner table, he still felt bad about Gohan having no memory. Goku told him the extent of the damage and Trunks apologized for the fiftieth time. Currently they were all seated at the table eating dinner. Vegeta hadn't said a word as he devoured his meal, Trunks ate slowly still feeling a huge cloud of guilt hanging over his head, and Bulma watching Vegeta in descust. Everyone was quiet exept for Goku.

"Come on Gohan, it's not gonna bite. And it's really good too!" Goku encouraged as he held the spoon close to Gohan's mouth.

Gohan just sat there unsure of the idea all together. He had no idea what Goku was trying to do. Honestly, he felt a little scared.

"Goku, maybe he isn't hungry." Trunks chimed in.

"He is, he just doesn't know how to eat on his own anymore." Bulma explained.

"Here, watch me Gohan." Goku instructed as he took a bite of the fried rice.

Gohan watched suddenly understanding what he was supose to do. He then smiled as he opened his mouth wide for the spoon. Goku scooped more of the fried rice in it and fed Gohan.

"There, eat up. You'll need all your strength to recover." Goku instructed as he smiled feeling like he acomplished something.

One bite of the food made Gohan hungry for more, he grabbed the spoon and begain to shovle the rest of it in his mouth. His movements were clumsy and and hastened as food and dish ware fell to the floor.

"Whoa, slow down there Gohan you'll choke!" Bulma exclaimed.

Gohan didn't hear her over the sounds of slopping and munching as he continued to eat. Goku on the other hand was satisfied that he was eating on his own. He smiled as he finished his meal with a big mess on his cloathing.

"Well, at least he's full now. We'll work on the table etiqute later." Goku chuckled as he watched Gohan yawn.

"Your brat eats messier than you Kakarot." Vegeta remarked.

"Like you eat any better buddy!" Bulma shouted.

"Shut up woman! I don't want another headache!" Vegeta shouted.

Gohan freaked out from all the yelling and tried to run away only to trip and fall on the floor. Vegeta looked at him with his usual scowl, Gohan looked up at him in fear. He begain to tremble and whimper.

"Oh stop your whining brat! I have no interest in you what so ever." He barked as he got up from the table.

The fear was mounting inside Gohan's chest as he tried to scurry away from Vegeta. Goku walked over to him and picked him up holding close to his chest. Gohan trembled in his grasp as he begain to sniffle in his father's chest.

"Vegeta, quit scaring him like that! Sudden movements and screaming scare him!" Goku shot back feeling his anger rise once more.

"It's not my fault he dropped his gaurd when he shouldn't have. If he paid attention in battle more he wouldn't be in this perdicament!" Vegeta shouted.

Goku felt Gohan grip his shirt tighter and burry his head deeep in his chest. He looked down at him with concern as he shot a "We'll talk about this later" look to Vegeta. He left with Gohan to the bedroom to get him changed and ready for bed. Once there he sat him down on the bed and pulled fresh clean clothes out of the dresser and set them on the bed next to Gohan. Goku undressed him and tossed the dirty clothes in the hamper and put the clean clothes on him.

"There, better?" Goku asked as he smiled down at him.

Gohan's reply was a yawn as he looked behind him at the bed. He crawled up to the pillows. Goku tucked him in and crwaled in himself right next to him. He held his arms out to him and Gohan scooted closer to him. He snuggled into his arms and laid his head on his father's chest once more. Gohan had always felt calm and secure in his arms. He felt an overwelming sense of peace. He could easily identify emotions like anger, saddness, fear, and happiness. But this feeling he was reciving it was hard to describe. He pondered it as he listened to to his father's heart beat. Before he he could think anymore, he was out like a light with a small smile on his face.

Goku had been watching him the whole time. He couldn't believe on simple blow to the head caused all this. He stroked his son's hair as he slept to keep him at ease as he contiplated what tomarrow would bring. He would have to face his wife and explain what happened to Gohan. Not to metion the doctor coming over to do his exam on Gohan. He closed his eyes and let sleep take him.

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