Ack! Gohan you naughty boy – you've destroyed your fans! *knocks him silly* Oh well! Now I get you ALLLLLLLL to myself! *snuggles him and crackles evilly*
Okay, I have a small little request from some peeps. Would somebody PLEASE read Sleep, love? I didn't make the poem, my ex-internet
boyfriend did and I absolutely love it…but I want to know what people think
also! So could someone read and review
it…? Thankies! On the chapter…that you will never read
because you are all dead! *crackles evilly again*
Gohan: Oi…
PS – I want to really dedicate this chapter to
Siara. She was having a fit about my
cliffhangers (*more evil laughter*) and she gave me an absolutely wonderful
idea…
This also goes to my sister's car because it helped me
think while we drove around the city.
Okay, enough of my chatter! Bye!
All Gohan could see was white as his home planet exploded…and the strange thing was that it was so beautiful. It just lit up like a light bulb and there was a little pause…before the light bulb just exploded. It was even more amazing how it made no noise when it went. It was completely silent; and no big works as all the life was lost. It just broke about and disappeared in white. Few pieces of the planet soared past them.
Gohan blinked slowly as if waking from his dream. Then slowly he hung his head in defeat and closed the eyes that threatened to break. The savior had destroyed Planet Earth.
When Gohan closed his eyes he still could only see white. An endless path of light that swallowed him up and held him tightly in a death grip. Gohan didn't care anymore. He had failed everyone…
Krillin's face appeared in the white void and he wasn't smiling. How much Gohan wished that he was. He didn't want this to happen. He wanted Krillin to be happy. He wanted Krillin to be joyous before he died…before he…died…
Another face appeared in the white. Tein. Then another. Yamcha. More faces. His mother, Bulma and her parents, Master Roshi, Turtle, Oolong, Puar…and then finally Dende.
He had grown in the last two years and reached Gohan's height now. They were all staring at him with sad faces but they didn't hate him. They didn't hate him for killing them…
Gohan lifted his head slightly and watched as three figures approached behind the rest. They walked slowly, their bodies showing something like exhaustion.
" Gohan."
Gohan's eyes widened as he recognized that voice. It was his father, the real savior of Earth, Son Goku.
And as that thought entered Gohan's mind, the figures behind clear. Goku was standing in the middle of Vegeta and Piccolo, all of them looking tired…and with the same look of despair as the rest. When Piccolo and Vegeta stopped, Goku kept walking forward until he was right in front of his son. He fell to his knees slowly, as if all his strength had left him.
" Father…" Gohan whispered. Goku didn't smile though Gohan knew he tried. Oh god damn him, he tried to give his son a final smile. Gohan's shoulder began to tremble as the tears warned to come.
" Shh…" Goku said softly though his voice was soothing as it was filled with sorrow. He knew it was the end. They had lost…Good had finally lost.
" I'm sorry…" Gohan choked as two tears fell down his pale face.
" Gohan listen," Goku's voice cracked also. " Listen to you."
Gohan sniffled pathetically. Yes, the strongest warrior was crying in sorrow and the only thing he could do now was sniffle in his agony of guilt.
" Gohan please…" Goku begged and Gohan snapped up in attention. His father was asking him to…no, begging him to do something…?
" Let it go."
Gohan didn't ask what he meant. He knew he wouldn't receive an answer. Besides…maybe all along the answer was right in front of him and only took…the destruction of Earth…to show what he meant.
Suddenly all of them disappeared. No dramatic clause. Just simply vanished and Gohan was left alone in the void of white. Gohan was staring down at the light ground now, no longer tears choking his voice and shaking his shoulders. The single tears that fell slid off his cheeks and hit the floor with a soft splat.
They were asking him to let go of everything he had ever known. To let go of his hate for himself and the hate he felt for others. That hate that strived people to live another day and pushed people on further and further then before.
Let go of sorrow that wracked the heart and mind, wanting people to stop and die, feeling the guilt swallow them up. Sorrow that killed the body and ate away the hate.
Let go of love that made a person feel good. That warm fuzzy feeling that grew with the bellies and soared about to refresh them. Let go of love that made people wants to sacrifice themselves for another.
Let go of fear. That pounding sweaty thing that made your heart beat faster then ever possible. It triggered the fear of failure and this triggered…regret…
And then they were asking him to let go of the most important thing to Gohan then life itself. They wanted him to let of them. Let go of Mother and Father. Let go of Piccolo-san. Let of Tein, Chaotzu, Krillin, Yamcha, Bulma…Let go of his life.
Suddenly Gohan was hanging by a black thick line. It was his life, everything he knew and loved and hated and regretted…Everything…He was holding onto that line with a death grip, the same way the white that held on them. He couldn't let go or he would fall into the white and lose himself forever and never be able to return. He would lose everything. And if he fell…Well, he didn't really know if he fell and what would happen…
Gohan looked up at the black thick line and lost himself at the memories of himself being a child and getting older…all the way to the Cell Games. The most dramatic thing that ever happened to him…and now this.
His life had lead up to this single moment. To make a choice. It was either let go or hold on and welt in his misery and pain. Gohan looked down a moment into the white then closed his eyes. Slowly, his fingertips peeled from the black line.
