Hero
Continuation by Chibi K
Original concept by Dot
Chapter 3
Kaio
shook his head grimly. "It's no use, Goku."
The
Saiyan behind him bit his lip, and slowly withdrew his hand from the god's
back.
"I
don't understand what's wrong." Goku, who was supposed to be the cheerful sort,
confessed miserably. "Why can't I talk to Gohan or Chi-Chi, Kaio-sama?
Especially Gohan…"
Whenever I try to reach him I come
across a wall. A wall so cold that shivers run through my body.
"I
want to know what's happening with my family, Kaio-sama…"
Dejected,
Goku retreated under a tree, his sadness reflected in the way he almost dragged
his body. Kaio shook his head once more. Whatever Goku's mood was, it
controlled the mood of the whole planet. He gestured to the guy in front of the
TV to go say a few words to the Saiyan.
Kuririn,
however, was one step ahead of the god.
***
So
far, Goten had enjoyed the parade. Chi-Chi had not forgotten to put some pocket
money in his pants, to which he was extremely grateful. He was able to buy
cotton candy and a fruit shake that was was absolutly heavenly for the boy's
taste buds.
Now
he stood in line with people, watching the King of the Earth talk to them.
"You may also be aware that
there are some who are spreading slander about me..." In reality the
little boy did not understand words like 'slander' but from the boos of the
people, he understood quite well that it was something wrong.
.
He nodded.
"...today, it
ends. For today, my loyal men have found one of those
responsible!"
Cheers ran through the crowd.
Goten nodded again, taking a lick out of his third cotton candy.
He dropped it, though, as soon as
he saw her.
She held her head high and
defiantly, as the people around seven-year-old Son Goten booed her.
"Guilty!"
"Traitor!"
Goten froze. His face turned pale.
He could not a move an inch. Although he was only seven, he did know the words
'guilty' and 'traitor'. Did these people mean…
He stood there, unable to do
anything, even as they led his mother Chi-Chi away to the police car.
Until one crazy old man jumped up
wildly, and yelled, "How dare you insult Lord Satan's name! Take that, bitch!"
And a rock hit Son Chi-Chi squarely on the head, making her fall face flat on
the ground. The soldiers made no move to help her.
As murmurs spread through the
masses of people, one boy did not say a word nor open his mouth. He just stood
still, stiff outside – and seething inside. Nobody noticed this one little boy,
whose 'ki' (they did not even know the term) was rising rapidly. Nobody noticed
the air crackling with electricity, as fury surged through Goten's small form.
And nobody took note of him, until
his screams overcame the parade band, and his hair stood up. An aura of light
surrounded him. His once spiky black hair - turned gold.
"DON'T YOU HURT MY MOTHER!!!"
A furious Goten charged through
the crowd, straight for the old man.
***
My body
twitches suddenly.
Videl
notices it. She runs towards me. "What's wrong?"
I felt…I
felt someone. A 'ki' signature. After years I still sense 'ki' again, and this
'ki' was so strong that it jolted my whole body. Can it be an enemy?
"What's
wrong, Gohan?" she asks me again, more urgently now. I make no move to answer
her. This 'ki' was so strong that it has made me fall down on my knees.
But
wait…what is this? It feels like…this 'ki' feels like…no it can't be…there is
no way that it would be…
My father
is dead.
I have
whispered that truth for seven years now. And it is my fault that my father
died. Never have I let go of that truth.
So why, why
did I sense his 'ki' just now?
"Gohan,
Gohan." Videl shakes me, her blue eyes full of concern. I notice something…I
can absolutely read Videl through her eyes.
She raises
her hand to slap me. Quickly I hold out my own to stop it. She sighs, and pulls
me up instead. She is exasperated, I can tell, but there is a hint of pity…
Why does
Videl pity me?
***
Trunks
flipped through the album, scanning each photo but finding not a single one
that answered his question. Disappointed, he returned the album and crossed his
arms, lying back on his seat.
"Mama,
don't we have a picture of Papa?"
Bulma was
startled from her work. It took a few moments for the question to register in
her brain. She chuckled, "I'm afraid so, honey. He's camera-shy."
"So you're
saying I'll never get to see him then."
She stopped
chuckling. It was a direct blow. What was she supposed to do, chuckle again and
say "You're right, because he's dead. Haven't you realized that by now?"
Trunks
sighed and left to go in the direction of his room.
It was then
that she remembered.
"Trunks,
wait." She called.
"Yeah Mom?"
"Come with
me. I'll show you what you want."
She could
not describe how happy she was when his face lightened up.
To everyone who reads this: gomen for such a short
chapter again. I know how you like long 'uns. I'll try to make them a bit
longer next time. ^-^ Thank you for the support…I really liked Dot's fic, and I
wanted the A/U to continue.