" I don't know what's wrong with him," Goku explained to Vegeta, Krillin, Bulma, and Piccolo. They were all gathered at the Capsule Corp. by Goku's request. Ever since he had found Gohan curled up on the floor in his bedroom a couple nights before, the boy had been silent and isolated.

" Probably nothing is wrong with him," Vegeta scoffed. " He just wants you to stop babying him."

" Me and ChiChi aren't 'babying' him, Vegeta," Goku defended.

Vegeta simply snorted in reply.

" So he hasn't said anything about what he saw?" Bulma asked. " About whatever made him cry out?"

" No," Goku shook his head.

" Did you even ask him?" Piccolo now asked.

" Of course," Goku explained. " He just doesn't answer."

" Maybe he doesn't want to tell you," Vegeta said.

" Why wouldn't he?" Goku countered, looking back at Vegeta.

" Ugh," Vegeta grunted. " Look, Kakarott, he probably had a dream and cried out."

" So how did he get on the ground?"

" How would I know!?"

" Okay, boys, stop it," Bulma ordered putting her hands up between the two full bred Saiyans.

" Shut up woman!" Vegeta yelled.

" This isn't going to get us anywhere, Vegeta!" Bulma yelled back.

Gohan listened as the adults, mainly Vegeta and Bulma, started bickering and yelling back and forth. He sighed heavily and moved away from the doorway and back to the living room. Vegeta was right; he did just want to be left alone. Couldn't they see that he didn't want to talk about it?

Giving another half-hearted sigh, Gohan sat down on the couch with a slump and curled up, arms wrapping around his knees. He set his chin gently one of his knees and turned his eyes to look outside the window, the sun shinning brightly upon the green grass. Gohan didn't look up as the adults started filing out into the living room, all staring at him. He didn't really notice either. He just kept staring outside, at something no one else could see.

" Gohan," Goku said for the tenth time. The boy didn't respond at all, sitting still on the couch.

" What's he looking at?" Bulma asked quietly. Goku looked outside to see but shrugged helplessly.

" I don't know," Goku said. " This is what he does all day in his room, stare out the window."

" That doesn't sound like Gohan," Bulma said.

" Exactly," Goku agreed.

Piccolo, who had been silent for the most part, took a step forward and put a hand on Gohan's shoulder.

" Gohan," he said roughly. The boy didn't react at first. Sat completely still. But with a sudden shudder and jerk, Gohan looked up at Piccolo. No one noticed him hugging his knees just a little bit tighter.

" Are you all right kid?" Piccolo asked, concern within his melting glare.

" Of course, Piccolo," Gohan said softly, eyebrows lifting slightly on his young face. " Why wouldn't I be?"

*****

Goku sighed heavily as he sat outside under the tree with the sun settling in front of him. It light up the sky with pretty colors of pink and purple; shadowed the grass with a golden glow; gave the warm air a little chill. Goku usually enjoyed this time of the day. But today, he was cursed with concern for his only son.

They had returned home with no more answers then they hoped. Well, Goku was hoping. Gohan was…just blank. Goku knew that his son was keeping something from everyone, just knew it. His son was like that; don't make anyone worry about him, everyone has enough problems as it is. But enough was enough. Gohan knew when to tell. So why didn't he? Why was he hiding? Could he be…afraid?

Not only was Goku concerned about Gohan's hidden secret but his attitude change. True, ever since after the Cell Games and Goku died, Gohan had grown up a lot. He had taken everything Goku faced upon his shoulders without a word or protest. He had gone on with his life for everyone else's sake. Goku was proud of his son for that. But now, Gohan was seemed to grow up even more. In fact, his ki even had some sort of wave it in. It would shudder at times then grow still and silent. It didn't contain any of the lightness or…happiness it once had. And Goku noted how Gohan had grown so aware. He knew everything that happened; listened without letting anyone know; saw without even looking. His son had changed both inside and out.

Goku closed his suddenly heavy eyes. Gohan had changed so much in the past few days that Goku couldn't even recognize him.

" I want you to stop worrying about me, Father," Gohan said firmly as they flew high in the air, heading back home.

" What?" Goku asked, looking over at his son. Gohan looked back at him with blank but hard eyes.

" I want you to stop talking about me," Gohan said. " I want you to stop worrying about me." And then he turned away, answered none of Goku's questions. When they had landed in front of their house, Gohan went inside and to his room. Goku stayed outside to watch the sun set.

" Please Dende," Goku whispered. " Please show me what's wrong with my son."

Goku felt a small twinge of pain in his neck but ignored it. Then he felt a small wave of dizziness set over him. Goku opened his eyes slowly.

He could have sworn he saw himself as he blacked out.

I'm sorry this chapter is so short, but that's the way it is. I'm pretty sure the next chapter will be longer.

Ahh, don't I make Goku think so deeply about things? I actually believe he knows a lot more then he lets on. That's why I'm not very good with stories that make him sound like a retard (unless he's the comedic relief).

More reviews please-I'm off to work on Half Breed now. I've noticed some of you like it. Thank you for all your support.