Disclaimer:
*Singing along to the Wizard of Oz tune.* "Oh I wish I owned DBZ, (little whistly thingingy) But I don't so all these characters just don't belong to me!" Heh, except the ones I made up of courseJ
Authors Note:
Barbo-chan, Chelsee, you talked me into it. See, another part out the very next day. I'm so proud of myselfJ Not really, but if my hands freeze stiff for some reason because of typing, I'm blaming it all on you two (j/k). I keep hoping I'm not centering so much on Gohan in this story that I'm not using enough details other wise. The only way I know how to write a story though is in either first person or all-powerful Narrator (can see characters thoughts). Anywho, I'm just babbling now, again, on with the show!
Saturday's Happenings V: Lost
The last dying rays of sun shinning through the window found Chi Chi pacing in her kitchen. Where was that boy? He was supposed to have been home at least three hours ago. He was probably just out wandering and lost track of time. Chi Chi put her hand up by her mouth and worried at a fingernail with her teeth. Her little Gohan was always punctual; he wouldn't lose track of time.
Chi Chi stopped pacing by the window. She rested her palms on the sill and gazed at the red-gold cast of the earth as the sun sank below the tree line. She couldn't deny it; she was concerned about Gohan. Call it a woman's intuition, or just a mother's instinct, but she knew that something was wrong with her little boy. A grim look settled acrossed her face. It matched the grim clouds that were just now rolling in from the direction of Satan City.
Making a decision that came with great difficulty to her, she reached for the phone. She wanted to go searching for her little Gohan on her own, but in a rare moment of rationality she had figured out it would be impossible. She could not sense Ki let alone fly. She would have no idea where to look for Gohan. She knew someone who did have these qualities though. Someone who her husband had been calling friend for years. A man she herself called friend. She lifted the receiver from the hook and pressed the speed dial button for Krillin's house.
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Krillin hung up the phone and rested his shin on his hand. He had just gotten off the phone with Chi Chi. Goku's wife had broken down into tears while explaining to Krillin about her fears. She had these strange fancies that 'bad men' were doing 'bad things' to her little Gohan. Krillin wasn't so sure on that. He knew just what kind of power that kid could wield. Anything short of Freeza wouldn't be able to do 'bad things' to him.
But the seed had been planted.
Standing up from his couch, Krillin ran to the door. He flung it open and took off flying towards the Son's home. That little kid was a good friend of his. And even though Gohan did have a lot of power, he was just that, a little kid. Bad things did happen to kids.
He did not stop at the Son house when he flew by. He had done his best to console Chi Chi over the phone and knew he would have less luck in person. Instead he flew on straight as an arrow to a little cave Gohan had allowed him to be privy to a while back. He halted in mid air above it and floated to the ground. Next to a boulder was Gohan's yellow student uniform, folded as neat as the day it was bought and soaked through with mud. Heh, there was Gohan for you, always as neat as his mother wanted him to be, but not always watching where he threw stuff.
"You're not going to find anything useful here cue ball." proclaimed a familiar voice from behind.
Krillin whipped around and stood face to cape with the earth raised Namek, Piccolo. Krillin swallowed hard. The man may have helped him and Gohan out when the Saiyen came, and even when the were in trouble on Namek, but the man's very presence had a way of making him squirm "Guh, Piccolo! Uh, what do you mean?"
"I mean, you over grown peach, that Gohan is not here. Has not been for quite a while. Which you would have known if you had been using your senses."
Krillin stood looking up at Piccolo with a bewildered look on his face for a moment. His senses? Then he proceeded to shmuck himself with the palm of his and right in the middle of the spots on his for-head. Duh his senses. Reaching out carefully with his mind, Krillin searched the Ki's of the populace of the planet. Gohan's was a familiar Ki, one that he should have been able to find in an instant. What he found instead was empty space, as if Gohan had fallen right off the face of the planet. Krillin's eyes opened wide and he squeaked, "Gohan, I can't sense him any where!"
Piccolo covered his eyes with his hand and groaned as if in pain. Slowly he dragged his hand down his face and looked at Krillin. "You've obviously fried your brain in the sun midget. Gohan does know how to hide his Ki. He can do so very well when he does not want to be found" Piccolos face developed a reminiscent look. "He figured that out accidentally while I was training him, back when he wasn't sure what Ki even was."
"No, I didn't 'fry my brain in the sun.' I rattled it whilst taking an unplanned trip off of the wrong side of my bed this morning. Now, I was sent to search for Gohan and I'll do just that. You can come with me if you want. But for the love of all things bright and beautiful, could you quit calling me names!"
Piccolo crossed his arms and glared at the little man. Maybe he had been 'sent' to fetch Gohan, but Piccolo had come to find a friend. So the little man wanted to take control of this did he? Piccolo smirked and leaned back against a convenient tree. "No. If you want to play leader short man, I suggest you start at the shore. That's where I found the last traces of Gohan today."
Krillin scowled at the Namek, turned, and took off for the ocean. Piccolo may have just been out to find his stray student, but Krillin was out to find a friend. If that meant getting along with this insufferable green man, than so be it. He would find Gohan at all costs.
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Gohan had few thoughts for friends at this point except one. The young man who sat unconscious beside him. Despite his own warnings, Piguro had tried to take down one of the men. The others had attacked him once they saw their comrade was losing the struggle. A quick thump to the head with the butt of somone's gun had ended the struggle quick enough.
Just the thought of that made an anger burn in Gohan's soul. He had a difficult time keeping the power from surging through his veins. He would not show his power yet, he could not. Grinding his teeth on the gag in his mouth and tensing with the effort of keeping calm served him beautifully. The men in the vehicle had no idea of the explosion that had nearly taken place. They only saw a boy bound hand and foot struggling for freedom. If Gohan truly wanted freedom, he would have had it by now. At this point though, he would play along with Piguro's first idea.
He glanced at the friend beside him. Piguro's face had a sort of pale cast to it and a trickle of blood ran from a gash at his temple. He to was bound hand and foot and gagged ta boot. Even slouched and unconcience as he was, The young man gave off an appearance of strength and confidence. Gohan struggled with the rage with in him again. A light pitter-patter on the roof of the car helped to sooth his nerves. He wished the windows were not tinted to near black, he wanted to see the rain. Turning his head back towards the front of the vehicle, Gohan resumed scowling at the back of the head of one of his captors.
Wow, this one turned out longer than I planned. The whole story is turning out longer than I had planned. But I'm pleased so far, I don't think I ruined it yet. Anyway, I held up my part of the deal barbo-chan, how about yours? Please!!!!!!!!