I'm sorry if this chapter might be a bum, I'm sorta tired but in a writing mood because of all the reviews I have received

I'm sorry if this chapter might be a bum, I'm sorta tired but in a writing mood because of all the reviews I have received. I also just got the first book to Dragon Ball from On-Cue. Yay! I plan to collect them all now. Goku is such a goof too. *giggles* Bulma is a wanton…Oh excuse me.

On a side note, if any 'Half Breed' fans are in here reading this, I'm sorry it's taking me so long to write the next chapter. I'm on the third page and everything is going swell until…I get lazy. So it might be longer then you wish until I get the next part out; I'm sorry about that. I'm falling into writers' block for both of these stories (this chapter is going to be hard since I don't know what to do in it).

Well, if anyone has any questions about the story, feel free to e-mail me (sita_seraph@hotmail.com). I'll be happy to answer any questions!

Gohan opened his eyes slowly as he heard his door open and close and waited patiently for his hazy eyes to clear. Son Goku stood over him, smirking slightly.

" How you feelin' kiddo?" Goku asked, leaning down on his knees to take a better look at his son.

" I have a headache," Gohan complained. Suddenly too hot, he shifted some of the blankets piled on top of him. No wonder he thought it was so warm; he had at least five quilts covering him.

" Well that's expected," Goku grinned. " Feel any better to get some fresh air?"

Gohan thought it over before nodding slowly.

" Great," Goku cheered in his enthusiastic voice and reached over and picked up his son. Carrying him on his hip like he did when he was four years old, Goku walked out of the room slowly.

Gohan though closed his eyes and leaned his head down on Goku's shoulder; the room began swirling with images of the house. But all too soon he felt a soft chill as Goku opened the door and a bright light as the sun hit his face.

" Aww…" Gohan moaned softly and opened his eyes to look around him. The snow was slowly melting from the previous day as the sun's hot rays bore upon the earth.

" We're going to go see Piccolo," Goku told his son and Gohan immidately smiled. " Close your eyes and hold on."

Gohan did as he was told with no protest and wrapped his fists around his father's orange gi. All of a sudden, Gohan realized how tall he was getting since he was almost as big as his father.

Goku lifted into the air and took off at medium speed, so not to sicken his son. Behind closed eyes, Gohan sighed inwardly as he felt the cool wind wash over his tired body. It took a lot to heal, he found out, especially for a head injury. And getting out of his stuffy house and from his mother's careful watch was just what Gohan really desperately needed. But all too soon, the wind hushed it's healing grace upon his skin as his father dropped to the ground with a soft tap.

" Open your eyes, Gohan," Goku whispered.

Gohan did just that and his jaw dropped open slowly.

" Piccolo?" Gohan squeaked. But Piccolo didn't answer as he was being hung by his neck from Vegeta's grasp, Vegeta sitting on a tree branch.

" What are you doing Vegeta!?" Gohan yelled and immidately regretted doing so as his head pounded furiously, as if to punish him for his loud tone. Wincing to take another look at Piccolo, he noticed that he was badly hurt, with black and blue puffy bruises all over his body and cuts that oozed pink blood which covered all limps and the snow beneath him.

" Dad…do something…" Gohan begged with pain. Goku slowly set Gohan down, the snow crunching under his weight.

" I'm afraid I can't do that, Gohan," Goku said slowly.

" What?" Gohan blinked disbelieving.

" See, we have specific orders, Gohan," Goku continued with a blank face, looking down at Gohan.

" That means, kid, you're coming with us," Vegeta growled, but it made no hiss of a threat or any kind of emotion. The voice didn't even sound like Vegeta's, but more of a droid.

" Why…?" Gohan asked, tiredly. His head still pounded with furious blows; why was his head hurting so much?

" Because you're part of a plan," came a new voice. He stood right behind Gohan and his eyes widened; why had he not sensed the new being? Slowly, and cautiously, Gohan turned around to meet the new deep and dark voice. And received the second surprise in his life.

A tall dark tanned man stood in front of him. A small scar ran down his left cheek and a red bandana hid behind thick black bangs and dark, merciless coal eyes. He wore traditional Saiyan armor with no under garments underneath. But the most amazing feature about this new comer was that he looked exactly like his father, Son Goku.

The man grinned slowly, " Hello Gohan. I'm Bardock, your grandfather."

So the chapter wasn't such a poop like I thought it was going to be. I must have more energy then I think. Anyway, I forgot to clear something up at the beginning of this story so might as well right now, before I forget:

The story takes place two years after the Cell Games. Gohan is thirteen and Goku was wished back around this time for some reason or another. *shrugs* So that makes Gohan pretty tall, still a child, but around the time I love him to pieces. Ah, I haven't seen when he is older but I'm sure he is just as adorable. Aren't you!? *hugs her Gohan pillow she made in sewing class* Oh yes you are!!!!

*coughs* Sorry about that…

See you next time!