AN: Based on something that happened to my mother when she was in college. Ayiyyi…I swear, reality is the best inspiration out there! I don't own DBZ. Promise.
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A Philosophical Question
Mrs. Perky was, to say the least, a little surprised.
Generally, Son Gohan was one of the first people in her philosophy class to finish his test and be out of there. But today, it was different. The rest of the class had cleared out, but Gohan was still sitting there, staring at the paper. Occasionally, he would scratch his head with his pencil eraser, but otherwise, he didn't really move very much.
Finally, it got to be too much for the professor, and she stood up and walked over. "Gohan, is something wrong? You seem to be having a problem with the test."
"I am," he sighed.
"But you've never had any trouble with this before. Why now?" Mrs. Perky asked.
"Well…I think this question has two answers."
She peered over his shoulder to see if maybe he'd gotten the wrong test.
But it was the right paper. A blank sheet of paper with one word written on it.
Why?
And no answer.
"Gohan, how can there be two answers to this question?" she asked incredulously.
"Well, there are," he protested.
"What are they?"
"Well, the philosophical answer is, of course, 'Why not?'" he said.
"…so what's the problem?"
"I think there's another answer."
"And what would that be."
Gohan gave her a wry smile. "Mrs. Perky, if you knew my mother, you would know that no matter what the circumstances might be, the answer to the question 'Why?' is 'Because I said so!'"
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AN: This is the reason my mother didn't do very well in her college philosophy class. Man, these are getting shorter and shorter, aren't they? Oh well. That's the idea.
Toodles!