Several hours later found the three nervous wrecks sitting in the waiting
room. Well, Chi-chi and Vegeta were sitting . . . Gohan was wandering
around the room picking up and putting down everything he saw in site. So
far he had been around the room 7 times. After that got boring, he
switched to picking up things and putting them down in different places.
After tensely watching the boy do this for the past hour, Vegeta finally
snapped.
"WILL YOU STOP THAT, BRAT?! IT'S DRIVING ME INSANE!"
The whole room suddenly fell silent, and Gohan froze in the middle of picking up a magazine.
"Sorry . . ." he said meekly, dropping it and abruptly plopping down on the ground.
Chi-chi shot the saiyan prince a killer glare and beckoned her son over. "It's ok Gohan, we're all edgy right now. Come here and sit with me."
He obliged, crawling onto her lap and resting his head on her shoulder. She smiled and gently combed back his raven black hair with her fingers. He sighed contentedly and closed his eyes for a minute, and Chi-chi couldn't help but noticing the aura of sweet innocence that surround him.
"Just like his father's used to…" she thought lovingly, but immediately realized what her thought implied. "Silly me, thinking that Goku's not going to make it . . . Of COURSE he'll make it! That Vegeta may be rude and blockheaded, but he's right . . . Goku's too strong to go like this." But no matter how she tried to convince herself of her husband's well being, there was a sense of dread nagging at the back of her mind.
Gohan must have sensed his mother's unease, because he opened his eyes and looked up at her curiously. "Mom?"
"Hmm? What is it, Gohan?" she asked, praying that he wouldn't ask her if Goku would be ok. She was having a hard enough time just trying to convince herself . . . she wasn't sure that she would be able to convince the intuitive boy also. Especially not while his big eyes peered up at her, seemingly searching her soul.
He paused for a minute, deep in thought. "Is dad . . . "
Chi-chi braced herself for the inevitable.
" . . . going to be able to train after he comes back home? Maybe we should make him cut back a little. I mean, we wouldn't want this to happen again."
She let out a mental sigh of relief, thankful for Gohan's naivety. However, when she saw the reassuring look on his face, she knew that he was only trying to make her feel less anxious.
"My little boy," she thought proudly, " always concerned for others. Just like his father…" Afraid that she would burst into tears at any second, Chi-chi embraced Gohan and said fiercely, "No, we wouldn't. After all, your father is going to live a long, long time."
"WILL YOU STOP THAT, BRAT?! IT'S DRIVING ME INSANE!"
The whole room suddenly fell silent, and Gohan froze in the middle of picking up a magazine.
"Sorry . . ." he said meekly, dropping it and abruptly plopping down on the ground.
Chi-chi shot the saiyan prince a killer glare and beckoned her son over. "It's ok Gohan, we're all edgy right now. Come here and sit with me."
He obliged, crawling onto her lap and resting his head on her shoulder. She smiled and gently combed back his raven black hair with her fingers. He sighed contentedly and closed his eyes for a minute, and Chi-chi couldn't help but noticing the aura of sweet innocence that surround him.
"Just like his father's used to…" she thought lovingly, but immediately realized what her thought implied. "Silly me, thinking that Goku's not going to make it . . . Of COURSE he'll make it! That Vegeta may be rude and blockheaded, but he's right . . . Goku's too strong to go like this." But no matter how she tried to convince herself of her husband's well being, there was a sense of dread nagging at the back of her mind.
Gohan must have sensed his mother's unease, because he opened his eyes and looked up at her curiously. "Mom?"
"Hmm? What is it, Gohan?" she asked, praying that he wouldn't ask her if Goku would be ok. She was having a hard enough time just trying to convince herself . . . she wasn't sure that she would be able to convince the intuitive boy also. Especially not while his big eyes peered up at her, seemingly searching her soul.
He paused for a minute, deep in thought. "Is dad . . . "
Chi-chi braced herself for the inevitable.
" . . . going to be able to train after he comes back home? Maybe we should make him cut back a little. I mean, we wouldn't want this to happen again."
She let out a mental sigh of relief, thankful for Gohan's naivety. However, when she saw the reassuring look on his face, she knew that he was only trying to make her feel less anxious.
"My little boy," she thought proudly, " always concerned for others. Just like his father…" Afraid that she would burst into tears at any second, Chi-chi embraced Gohan and said fiercely, "No, we wouldn't. After all, your father is going to live a long, long time."
