Gohan was leaning over heavily on his desk, pencil scurrying across the paper in front of him and the window wide open, accepting the sun's warmth and the earth's gentle breeze within the room. The desk was actually way too small for his long legs, so he sat to the side, legs stretching across the left of the chair. He would really have to complain to his mother about his growing. But for now, he would do with the small bed and desk, clothes, shoes, and room.

" Go now! Get Piccolo!"

Gohan's head jerked up to stare at the wall in front of him.

" Don't go any where Namek…"

Vegeta? Suddenly the room was all too hot and Gohan was pulling a world record with beginning to sweat immidately. Standing up, he swayed heavily and the pencil went rolling to the floor. When it hit, it made a loud crashing sound and Gohan cried out, grabbing his ears. In the kitchen, he could hear the small crinkle of his mother smacking the dishes together. She was singing a soft tune, something from the radio. Outside, he could hear the soft ruffle of the grass as the wind coursed through it with invisible fingers. The chirps of birds and squeaks of their children. And it didn't make sense. The sounds blurred together, becoming one loud noise that pounded deep within Gohan's head.

Stumbling, Gohan cried out again, trying to block out the noise. It did no good of course and only got worse. Gohan closed his eyes tightly, mouth open in a silent scream. Now his heartbeat joined the group of noises, pounding harder in his ear.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. THUMP!

Oh, Dende, please stop!

THUMP!!! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

Just as Gohan thought he couldn't take it anymore, a loud yell raised over the endless beat of his heart. It sounded so familiar…so close…that Gohan could have sworn that if he reached out, he could touch it. In the darkness behind his closed eyelid, Gohan did just that. He expected nothing but air but was quite surprised when he felt something warm and sticky. Daring a peek, Gohan opened his eyes – and gasped.

Before him was his father and Vegeta, standing over a still, green form. Piccolo. He was lying on his stomach, his breaths coming raspy and hard. His father made no attempt to help him. Vegeta made no scuffle of mockery. They both stood still…grinning.

Then they turned their eyes on him.

Gohan opened his heavy eyes to find himself staring up at the blue sky and white puffy clouds. Confused, Gohan started to raise his head when a sharp stream of pain shot down his neck and spine and back to his head. Gohan moaned and lay still on the lawn, sprawled out. Turning his head gingerly he caught the flash of glass as it caught the sun's light. He was surrounded by glass…and blood. Moving his eyes he looked towards the house and the broken window. Gohan had jumped head first out the window…and nearly broken his skull.

To V.G.: Well you will just have to wait and see who they are after…

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Okay they're after Gohan! *sheepish grin* Oh, btw, nothing was never in Gohan. You'll have to wait to understand Gohan's strange mood swing. Thanks for everyone's support!!!!!!