A/N: about the layout of the Son house. Unlike the show, Gohan sleeps in his own room which has a bathroom for his own personal use in it. Other than that there are three other rooms. One for Gotten, one for Chichi, and one for Guests, usually others of the Z-gang. Chichi's is the other with a bathroom in it… and then obviously they have one for the general publics use, upstairs with the rest of the rooms. Downstairs there is the kitchen, the living room, and dining room. Anything I've left out? Mmmk on w/ the story.
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Even wanton destruction has a price.
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Gohan woke the next morning, still basking the afterglow of the recent slaughter, although his head was still smarting from the Pan of his mothers. He rolls over pulling half the covers with him as he stands stretching away the last grains of sand left by the sand man before heading into his bathroom to shower and prepare for another day of fun, or in translation, slaughter.
Chichi was downstairs making breakfast when she heard Gohan's shower turn on. She grimaced slightly wondering how Dendi's plan would solve the problem of her son's questionable antics. Shaking her head she turned back to the stove, which the author feels dumb for not mentioning that she is having trouble reaching, seeing as she is almost 8 months pregnant. Humming to herself she continues to make a legion of food for Gohan and herself, though more for Gohan than for herself.
She was still humming her tune when Gohan, finished with his shower and dressed for the day in a clean Gi, came downstairs led by his nose. It can only be described in similarity to cartoons where mice float towards Cheese, quiet literally as Gohan used a bit of Ki to suspend himself as he floated into the body blocking his entrance to the kitchen. He stopped after bumping into it for the second time and peeked an eye open to see what was blocking his path. The only thing there was Chichi. With that he closed his eye once more and began, wait... did she have her -WHAM – Gohan dropped to the ground as a welt began to rise on his head just before a screech reached his over sensitive ears.
"OH NO YOU DON'T MISTER! YOU THINK THAT I'M GOING TO JUST GIVE YOU BREAKFAST AFTER WHAT YOU DID TO THOSE POOR INNOCENT PEOPLE YESTERDAY! JUST THINK OF ALL THE GRANDCHILDEREN YOU KILLED!"
Gohan grumbled as he stood brushing off the nonexistent dust and smoothing his Gi in the same process gathering himself before he responded.
"Oh and what nagging harp-" WHAM "-y do you require of me before I get what's rightfully mine." Gohan flinches as he gets yet another welt on his head, but only rubs it as he finishes his sentence.
"You are going to march you and your fowl mouth straight up to Dendi and let him have his peace before returning right here! That means no detours!" As if to annunciate her point Gohan's stomach chose that exact moment to growl quite loudly. Grimacing Gohan looked down at it scowling slightly, keeping the scowl as he looks back up at his mother.
"And what's to keep me from just pushing you out of the way and making a dash for the-" WHAM this time when the Pan made contact Gohan cringed and was forced onto his knees.
"Try me Boy." Gohan scowled yet being wise enough not to challenge his mother. After he had held his scowl for almost a minute, and his mother hadn't backed down he sighed turning aside from the kitchen and heading for the front door instead.
"The food better still be warm when I get back else hell wont be enough compensation." With that he stormed out side blasting into the air, headed in a beeline towards Kami's lookout.
It wasn't ten minutes later when Gohan arrived at the lookout. Landing nimbly as he searched the area for signs of life. Oddly Piccolo wasn't there, and Mr. Popo seemed to be gone also. Gohan was slightly confused as he immediately dropped into a defensive stance expecting something awful to leap out and attack him. Instead after he had been there for a little over a minute Dendi walked outside and slowly made his way over to the Demi-Saiyan who relaxed slightly.
"Ah! Gohan, glad to see Chichi could convince you to talk to me." Gohan merely glared hoping to end this as fast as possible. Dendi saw the young saiyan wasn't interested in small chat and thus cut right to the meat. Slowly he walked forward and put a hand on Gohan's shoulder while he began speaking.
"Listen Gohan… You can't just go around blasting people. That's what the enemies do… That's what Cell did. You aren't Cell, nor are you an enemy." Gohan yawns lazily.
"Spare me the speeches. Cut to the chase…" Dendi seems to appraise Gohan for a couple seconds before sighing and with a nod his hand, the one resting on Gohan's shoulder, begins to warm with an aqua glow reverberating an eerie sound through out the lookout. Gohan blinks in surprise and attempts to roll his shoulder out from under Dendi's grip. Yet he finds himself unable to do so as he suddenly finds himself locked in place for the duration of whatever Dendi is doing… His eyes narrowed the ministrations continue for a little over a half minute at such a time Dendi released Gohan and he took a step back seeming not to mind the Demi Saiyan as he turns his back and begins to walk away.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?" Gohan's scream echoes off nothing as he launches himself with deadly accuracy at the little Namekian. Obviously Dendi didn't see the teen launch into the air aiming for the little God as he responded.
"What we abuse, we must eventually lose, not to be regained until the mind is whole again." It was at this point that Gohan's fist solidly connected with Dendi's back and a resounding crack can be heard ringing through the air as Dendi, uninjured turns and stares coolly back at Gohan, who was now nursing a broke hand.
"Bonds of time, shrill and fine. Darkness to light. Only then will you be ripe and to you shall return your power.
"Be gone from her Gohan. I hoped to reason with you, yet it seems you are not willing to reason with me. I have left you enough use of your abilities to fly… though not much more." With that Dendi turned away one last time and walked back inside the lookout.
Gohan was seething; no seething doesn't begin to scathe the surface of his emotions. He trembled in hate, pure unbridled hatred at the actions of Kami. Worse yet his hatred was multiplied tenfold because he wasn't able to do anything about it. Try as he might to power up, or even to draw out an ounce of his power, he couldn't. He could feel its presence, and yet there was something akin to a barrier that he couldn't breach, not if his life depended on it. It was in total and utter disgust that he realized the only breach in this shield was as Dendi said… the ability to manipulate his Ki enough to allow him to fly.
He stood in place, frozen, looking akin to a statue for a while, trying with all his might, and mischief to sneak for force past the block in his Ki. Yet finally he sighed in momentary defeat when his stomach reminded him that he had yet to breakfast. Unfortunately for our favorite (mine at least) saiyan when he patted his stomach to calm it for another couple minutes he used his broke hand, which caused him to yelp in unexpected pain while flinching. He waited for the pain to pass, another couple seconds, before swearing his revenge on Dendi and taking off headed back to his home for a much awaited breakfast, and a much dreaded encounter with his mom.
When Gohan got home, to be more precise the second he stepped through the door frame Chichi was standing there with an expecting look. Gohan returned it with a look of utter blandness and disgust. They held the pose for a brief time before Chichi broke the scene by tapping her foot in annoyance and once more getting on Gohan's case.
"And did Dendi have a nice chat with you? Did he convince you that slaughtering helpless innocents is wrong? Did he chaste you properly? Hmm? Did he mister? You better tell me if you want breakfast." Gohan sighed before responding to his mother.
"Yes, he told me it was wrong, he punished me. I'm sure you already know what he did. You probably plotted it from the beginning too, so I don't know what you're complaining about woman." Growled through clenched teeth as he slid past his mother and meandered into the kitchen, where he found a healthy sized, warm, breakfast of pancakes and waffles waiting for him on the table. With a slightly grin he sat down and proceeded to inhale the food as if tomorrow might not come, and if it weren't for this damn block it might not of.
Gohan absently finished his breakfast as his mind wandered to other things, such as planning ways to get this block on his power removed, and almost as important what he would do to the little green martin when he finally found a way past it, or a way to get it off. When he realized he had been sitting in front of an empty plate Gohan stood, taking his plate and dropping it in the sink before heading back towards the front door planning to waste the day away under the hot sun perfecting his form and trying the limits of what he was now able to do. Yet all hopes of those pleasant thoughts where dashed when as he opened the front door, WHAM, Gohan instinctively froze and rub his head seeing as that had hurt! Slowly he turned to face his sullen mother.
"And just where do you think you're going mister? Off to waste another day with those useless martial arts I suppose? WELL I DON'T THINK SO! You need to broaden your horizons! Learn that violence doesn't do anything but cause pain and more violence!" at which point Chichi paused to draw breath and Gohan shared an inner smirk thinking that that was the entire point? Then his mother continued, "And as such from this day forth you are going to be studying mister! AND LIKE HELL IF YOU'RE GONNA THROW ANOTHER PUNCH FOR A VERY LONG TIME!."
Gohan blinked. His mind was unable to comprehend what is mother had just told him. No martial arts? Study? WHO DID SHE THINK SHE WAS! Wait… she's devil lady with pan…
Just as suddenly as his mind stopped working with shock it started back up and he bit off any complaints as he cautiously eyed the pan that was looming over his head just waiting for the chance to drop on his poor innocent head. Thus being defeated Gohan slowly closed the door behind him and even slower began the ascent to his room dropping onto his still unmade bed in disgust and hatred of his mother.
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A/N: So how was it? Hopefully it was better than last chapter. Last chap was kinda just the end of my writers block and thus wasn't up to my usual standards I'm much prouder of this one and think you'll enjoy it more too.
Also I was asked why Gohan didn't just haul off and attack Chichi seeing as he is evil. Hopefully ill be able to explain that….
1) she's pregnant with Goten.. and she's just about due… so his somewhat more tolerant because some of what's happening is her mood swings
2) she's still his mother. I think it goes against almost anyones nature to just kill your mom. He still does love her… but he is loving her as a saiyan would love their mother… ex. Not killing her.
Hope that helps somewhat….
R&R
Later
~Warriorofplight
~Darkassassin
