Guys... I am so so sorry... I feel like crying because I spent so long away from this... I have been going through things and I feel like I haven't been strong enough. I got dumped by who I still believe to be the love of my life and I've been kinda down...I had a panic attack not too long ago and it just hasn't gotten better. I am hoping writing this can help me vent and get back into writing these, I guess we will see, huh?

Another Demi

Walls Built and Broken

Goku's P.O.V.

I watched him sleep for a long time. His breathing even and steady. My hand held his upper arm as the sun shone through the windows and a calm breeze beat it with leaves. He was home, well, at CC. Bulma talked the doctors into letting him come here. Luckily, Bulma was smart enough to wrap up his side. I felt a twinge in my heart thinking about what had happened. Piccolo and I have been taking turns watching him. Between his mother and this new threat after him, I don't trust him alone. Bulma and Vegeta are going to evaluate him and his mental state, without police knowledge. My son, you have fought for so long and so hard...I am proud to be your father. I am never leaving you or your brother, I promise that.

"Goku, come here a second, would you?" I heard a whisper from the door. I turned to a blue haired woman holding the doorknob, and Vegeta leaning against the frame. I let go of my son and slowly stood. My back protested me sitting like that for long periods of time.

"What's wrong?" I asked wearily. They exchanged glances, and Vegeta was the one to speak.

"Gohan isn't himself. Physically, he is fine, but I detect something strange in his mind. Its like he isn't all there." Vegeta has been keeping tabs of his ki in his sleep while Bulma has been watching him during the day. She nodded once and looked towards the slightly open door.

"He acts normal around other people, but when he's alone, its like he ISN'T alone." Her voice wavered slightly, and I watched her eyes well slightly.

"What's really going on?" I finally found my voice.

"Someone is attacking his mind, or he is attacking himself. Either way, it's dangerous." Vegeta was staring at Gohan. I followed his gaze and tried to feel what it was he was detecting.

CRASH! I jumped and turned towards where the sound came from. Trunks came running by followed by a pant less Goten. They were both laughing. I smiled then turned back to the bed room. Gohan was silently glaring down the hall.

"Rude awakening..." He mumbled to himself then flopped back down with a groan.

"TRUNKS YOU'RE DEAD!" Bulma was shrieking and running after the boys. Vegeta was still watching Gohan.

"Talk later?" I questioned. He nodded then turned the other direction to catch up with his wife and child. I shook my head with a smile and looked to my eldest son. He now had a pillow over his face while holding his side lightly.

"You okay kiddo?" I made my way towards my son's bed. I got a muffled reply then chuckled lightly.

"What?" I asked. He pointed at the window and I laughed.

"It's too briiiiiight..." Gohan whined underneath the pillow. I shut the blinds then he removed the pillow. I saw his eyes search the ceiling for a second then fall to mine.

"My side hurts." Gohan said it as if he was happy about it.

"That's a good thing...?" I questioned him. Gohan just chuckled then looked up again.

"Means I'm not dreaming...that you're still here..." His voice got a small longing tone to it. I looked at him again. He wasn't looking at me, but I could see the shine in his eyes. I sat beside him on the edge of his bed, and he closed his eyes and turned away slightly.

"Son, look at me, please," he turned to me, "I am not going anywhere. Do you hear me? I am not leaving. I am always here. I know you're hurting, son, but you have a huge heart. You are so young, yet you were forced to act like an adult. I am so sorry to put you in that position. I love you. Never EVER think otherwise, okay?" Gohan was crying. My heart was breaking watching him break down. I grabbed him and held him while he cried.

"I'm trying so hard to get better, dad, I promise. Its so hard. It hurts so much. Is it bad, I still feel like I love Videl? She left me after finding out about my PTSD. I need help dad...I'm a monster to myself and everyone around me. I can't do this..." He was now sobbing and shaking in my arms.

"You are not a monster. Videl was not the one for you, just like your mom wasn't right for me. I think you found yours. Reem, Gohan, has been there this whole time. She never left you. In fact, she is staying right down the hall. I haven't left. Bulma is still here. I know it hurts son, but you are strong enough to beat this. I promise. Now, let's get dressed. I'm starving and I am pretty sure you are too." He pulled away from me. I wiped the tears and tussled his hair. His bare feet hit the floor. I nodded to him and left him to get dressed.

Gohan's P.O.V.

My father was right. Reem has been here this whole time. Maybe if- NO! Don't fall for it. You're just going to be hurt again. I want to believe him, but... I shook the thoughts out of my head and turned to the neatly folded clothes on the dresser. I think Bulma knows me too well. On top was a white wife beater tee and on the bottom was a pair of black jeans. I slipped the shirt over my head, just to realize it was a little bigger. I think she didn't want the fabric rubbing against the bandages on my side. I grabbed the jeans and put in one leg at a time. The jeans were a snugger fit, except at the bottom. They were baggy enough so I didn't feel restricted, but tight enough to still show the muscles on my legs. I slid my socks on and my boots right after.

You are stronger than I thought you were...

"Whoever the hell you are, leave me alone."

Aw...why? I enjoy this. Your demeanor is getting darker by the day. Just wait, my love, you will see who is really there, and who isn't.

"My father is there...GO AWAY!" I turned to the mirror and growled again. I slammed my hand on the wall next to it. Great, now I am talking to myself! I turned to the door as Vegeta walked in the room.

"Who the hell are you yelling at boy?" His usual gruffness seemed lighter than usual. His brow was raised and his arms were crossed atop his chest.

"No one." I turned swiftly and walked out the door. I could tell Vegeta was hot on my heels. I stopped dead in the hall way as he walked past me and turned to face me.

"Who are you talking too? Don't make me get the Namek." I looked him in the eye, refusing to back down from the prince. I searched him for a moment. His eyes revealed nothing of his intentions.

"Why are you so worried? I am not talking to anyone. There is no need to explain, there is no one there in the room." I pointed to the bed room, and Vegeta's eyes followed my line of sight. I heard him sigh. The man looked genuinely worried for my well-being.

"Listen, Vegeta, I am fine. My side is killing me, that's all. Now, I am going down stairs because I am hungry." He followed me down the walkway, down the steps, and into the dining room. Bunny was already yelling at my dad and Goten for going after the food before everyone was at the table. Bulma was glaring at Trunks as he swung his legs back and forth.

"Geez Gohan, took you long enough!" Goten yelled. He stood in his chair while Bulma looked at me then to Vegeta. Something was going on, and I was bound to figure it out.

"How are you feeling Gohan?" Bulma asked me as I stared at my dad's stoic expression.

"Fine. Better than yesterday. My side still hurts, but I figured that would be a given," I finally met her eyes. Bulma seemed tenser than usual, especially when I looked back at dad, who looked weird as well.

"What?" I asked innocently. Please do not tell me they know about what's been happening in my head...SHIT! That could be why Vegeta has been nothing but pestering me all morning! I could feel the hairs stand on my neck, each little follicle straightening and resonating my fears.

"Nothing...just worried about you is all! Ha-Ha-Ha," dad rubbed he back of his neck and laughed the way he did when he was lying or thinking of excuses. I sighed then shook my head.

"I am not in the mood...I really just came down here to eat," Dad stopped and Bunny glared at him and aunt Bulma.

"Of course dearie! You two should be ashamed of yourselves!" She handed me a plate. I shook my head again and started to grab some food...well what was left of it. Dad, Goten, Vegeta, and Trunks were like carnivores raiding a carcass like they haven't eaten in months. I smirked then looked around me...Where's Reem? I stood up, picking up my plate, and made my way upstairs. Her door was slightly ajar and a shadow could be seen darting back and forth, music blaring. I guessed she was dancing 'gracefully' in her bedroom, especially by the small thuds.

" You can bury my body in the backyard, When you're not looking I'll go dig myself up and I know all about the drugs they hide inside the music!" Her voice was matching the pitch of the singer's. I knocked lightly on the door, earning a yelp and her falling against the wall. I smiled then lifted the food up.

"I figured you'd want this."

"Why do you always give me food!" I laughed at her smile and slight exaggeration. She gladly took the plate from me and started to munch down on it. I looked away to respect her privacy when I finally noticed something – she was only wearing a sports bra and boxers. I am an idiot! I blushed as the only thing that could be heard was her fork hitting the plate. Oh my Kami this isn't really happening.