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This is my first fic ever. Please R&R. It sucks I know, but it was the first thing to pop into my head.

It was cold. Gohan shivered while he lay there in the dark. He couldn't sleep; he hurt, and there was nothing he could do to stop the pain. The battle with Cell was over and his body was healed - Dende had seen to that, but even the he couldn't heal Gohan's true pain. His father was gone - sacrificed again. The second time he'd watched his father die, and all he could think was that it was his fault.

He'd only been four the first time his father had died, and he didn't really understand what death was. Oh, he knew that he was gone, but it didn't really register. Besides, he'd spent that time training with Piccolo, and he didn't see his mother for a year either. And then the next thing he knew his father was back, saving him again. Like he'd never been gone. Goku had always been there when he'd needed him, and then when it was Gohan's turn to save the world - and pay back the debt he owed his father - he'd failed. He'd had the chance to destroy Cell once and for all, but he'd given into his rage and toyed with the monster instead. And his father had died correcting HIS mistake.

He was on the verge of tears, laying there in silence, when he felt a faint pressure on his cheek, and thought he caught a whisper in the wind. "Sssh.. Go to sleep Gohan. I love you." Gohan was about to speak when he felt it again, on his lips, "I'm proud of you son." Then it was gone. The eleven year old super saiya-jin, most powerful being in the universe, smiled and gently fell asleep.