My computer has spasms and decides when it wants my text to turn Italic. Ugh.

Gohan opened his eyes as he heard his door open and close. His father had entered the room, trying to be quiet, but failed miserably with Gohan's sensitive ears. Thinking about them, they had stopped their mad spasm of hearing every single thing, including a pin dropping. They rang now, instead, and hurt inside and out.

" Nice hat," Goku grinned slightly as he sat down on his son's bed. Gohan's head was wrapped up in a white bandage, blood already seeping through. ChiChi had to work for two hours to get all the glass out of her son's head all the while crying about how he could do such a thing. Gohan had to wonder the same thing also. I mean, I could have killed myself…

" Hi Dad," Gohan said dryly. His throat was coated with his own blood when sharp glass had cut from the corner of his lips and up along his cheek. He felt sick from drinking so much blood.

" How goes it, Gohan?" Goku asked concerned. His brows furrowed together in his frown, looking slightly older then he was in the dim light. It was night now; the windows were closed shut, besides the one that Gohan had jumped through. It was covered with duck tape in an attempt to keep out the night's air. And strangely, Gohan felt an incredible urge to go outside.

" I'm okay," Gohan said curtly. His head had begun to ache.

" What's going on in there?" Goku asked running a finger on Gohan's forehead. His headache increased.

" I was wondering the same thing myself."

"You've been acting strangely lately, Gohan."

" I haven't."

Goku's brows set heavier, " But now you seem back to normal."

" Dad?"

" Gohan, you're scaring your mother out of her wits. You should try to cool it with these mood swings."

What was he talking about? Gohan remembered studying this whole week with the exception of eating and sleeping. Everyone else was changing!

" Dad I don't know-," Gohan started but he was cut off.

" Why did you jump out the window? You nearly killed yourself."

" I don't know."

" Why are you keeping this from me?"

" Keeping what from you?"

" No more secrets, Gohan. What's going on?"

" I don't know what you're talking about, Dad."

Suddenly, Goku looked completely furious. His face distorted in the dark light, eyes gleaming with frustration. The frown increased, showing dark lines in his handsome features. It reminded Gohan of something…he saw it…before…when-

But the face disappeared and Goku smiled slowly, " Look at this, Gohan." He helped his son sit up then carried him to the window. Gohan rested his heavy head on his father's cool shoulder as Goku pulled back the curtains of the window – revealing the first snow of the season. It flew in beautiful clumps of white over the green grass.

" Isn't it strange?" Goku whispered in Gohan's ear. " Snow during summer?"

Gohan nodded slowly. Suddenly he felt very sick. His stomach tossed in a fit of defiance and his head swirled with new images and the pounding headache continued.

" Dad…I don't feel well…" Gohan whispered. Goku turned his head towards his son's pale face and grinned slowly.

" Uhi tgahi ne yhai," Goku said with an accented. His voice was suddenly deeper and darker then usual.

" Dad…?" Gohan mumbled eyes wide.

" Good night Gohan," Goku whispered and replaced his tired son to his bed.