Author's Note: I apologize for the long absence. I took a week off to concentrate on another story. I've tried to come back to this for the past two or so days, but had no luck until tonight. Didn't know how to start it. Here I am though. Updating this again after a week and a half or so. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z. At all. I only own my fond childhood memories of it and some of the movies on DVD.
Fight 27
Facing His Maker
It was finally time. Gohan knew that what he had been putting off for the last week needed to be said. Which is why he was standing where he was and shaking worse than he had when he faced Cell. Here in front of his mother. "Are you just going to stand there all day or say what you need to?"
If Gohan didn't know any better, judging by her posture and tone, she already knew. That is impossible though. Or at least highly unlikely. Unless Goten told her about it. Sighing he steeled himself for what he anticipated to be an explosion of her anger. "I-uh . . . You see . . ."
Chi-Chi, it seemed, decided to take pity on him, "Gohan. You know I sometimes watch TV don't you?"
Hesitantly he nodded, "Yeah."
"I am already well-aware of your intervention at the bank as the Gold Fighter."
And just like that a stunned silence filled the void after she told him. There was no yelling, no accusing looks, and lastly no frying pan. Just silence as Gohan took in that fact and realized he should have known better. "Y-you aren't mad at me?"
"Mad?" Her tone chilled, "I'M FURIOUS!" The glare that didn't happen just moments earlier was now showing its face. Frowning, "But not that you put a stop those criminals."
"Eh," he blinked in confusion.
Chi-Chi sighed, "Well I was at first, but then I remembered whose son you are. Goku wouldn't have stood for it either." Both mother and son shared a brief look of grief that still lingered after all these years. "I was at least thankful you thought to turn super saiyan to hide your identity. Your father wouldn't have done so in your position." She smiled softly in remembrance of her husband, "So long as he could help someone he never cared about any repercussions."
That was true. Goku had always been quite intuitive and clever in a fight, but outside of them . . . he really wasn't. She continued after shaking herself out of her reverie, "I'm more disappointed and angry that you waited so long to tell me."
Gohan chuckled nervously, "About that . . ." Bracing himself did the only thing he could think of to make this easier. He pushed the costume button on his watch. "I want to continue helping Satan City."
"No."
Word Count: Approx. 406
