Gohan looked up at the clouds and thought he saw Piccolo-san's face and smiled. He felt the wind-bent grass tickle his skin and laughed quietly to himself. He heard Chichi inside the house, complaining loudly about the kitchen sink to the murmurs of a sympathizing Goku and his smile grew wider.
"What a beautiful day," he thought. "The Earth never looked better."
The peace and the harmony was casually interrupted with a ring from a phone inside his house. Gohan sat up with a puzzled and excited expression on his face. It was rare for anyone to be calling their house, and the last couple of times it had happened, the calls had contained bad news. Gohan pushed himself upward and jogged back to his home. As he reached for the doorknob to enter, he recognized his father's down to earth, serious tone.
Gohan frowned. His wonderful dreams were about to end. As he opened the door, he saw his father place the listening part of the phone back onto the receiver. Chichi stood, nervous and worrisome as she looked at Goku with frightful eyes. Goku looked at Gohan at first without recognizing him, and then he awakened from his thoughtful reverie.
"Ah, hello Gohan, you're just the person I wanted to see," his father said with a small smile. "I need you to find Piccolo for me."
"Piccolo-san? But why, Dad?"
"It seems a body has washed up onto the Kami House Island, Gohan," Goku replied sheepishly. "And Master Roshi thinks it's Namek, but he's not sure. I need you to tell Piccolo that we need him over at the Kami house as soon as he can get there."
"Excuse me," Chichi interrupted, "But Gohan is not going to talk to that Mr. Piccolo! He needs to stay home and –"
"At ease, at ease," Goku said, softening his facial expressions and putting his hands on Chichi's shoulders, "It would save time if Gohan could go ask him instead of me, and once he's done he'll come straight home and study. Won't you Gohan?"
Gohan nodded his head vigorously, thinking that the more eager he seemed to please her, the quicker she would give in. And it seemed to work.
"Okay, but you MUST come right home after you see that Piccolo," Chichi said, her frown softening to a slight smile. Suddenly she gritted her teeth and turned on Goku. "But as for you Mister-" Chichi shouted.
"Uh, I have to go now Chichi, bye," he finished rapidly as he gave her a goofy grin, put two fingers to his forehead and teleported out of the room.
"Argh, that Goku! It's a wonder that I worry about him so," Chichi fumed, throwing pots and pans around.
Gohan chose the moment to tiptoe out of the house and quietly slip the front door shut. Sighing in relief at having not been caught, Gohan remember ed his favor to his father and smiled happily.
"Piccolo-san, I'm coming," Gohan thought cheerfully as he focused on the Namek's ki and immediately took flight fueled by the power of his ki.
"What a beautiful day," he thought. "The Earth never looked better."
The peace and the harmony was casually interrupted with a ring from a phone inside his house. Gohan sat up with a puzzled and excited expression on his face. It was rare for anyone to be calling their house, and the last couple of times it had happened, the calls had contained bad news. Gohan pushed himself upward and jogged back to his home. As he reached for the doorknob to enter, he recognized his father's down to earth, serious tone.
Gohan frowned. His wonderful dreams were about to end. As he opened the door, he saw his father place the listening part of the phone back onto the receiver. Chichi stood, nervous and worrisome as she looked at Goku with frightful eyes. Goku looked at Gohan at first without recognizing him, and then he awakened from his thoughtful reverie.
"Ah, hello Gohan, you're just the person I wanted to see," his father said with a small smile. "I need you to find Piccolo for me."
"Piccolo-san? But why, Dad?"
"It seems a body has washed up onto the Kami House Island, Gohan," Goku replied sheepishly. "And Master Roshi thinks it's Namek, but he's not sure. I need you to tell Piccolo that we need him over at the Kami house as soon as he can get there."
"Excuse me," Chichi interrupted, "But Gohan is not going to talk to that Mr. Piccolo! He needs to stay home and –"
"At ease, at ease," Goku said, softening his facial expressions and putting his hands on Chichi's shoulders, "It would save time if Gohan could go ask him instead of me, and once he's done he'll come straight home and study. Won't you Gohan?"
Gohan nodded his head vigorously, thinking that the more eager he seemed to please her, the quicker she would give in. And it seemed to work.
"Okay, but you MUST come right home after you see that Piccolo," Chichi said, her frown softening to a slight smile. Suddenly she gritted her teeth and turned on Goku. "But as for you Mister-" Chichi shouted.
"Uh, I have to go now Chichi, bye," he finished rapidly as he gave her a goofy grin, put two fingers to his forehead and teleported out of the room.
"Argh, that Goku! It's a wonder that I worry about him so," Chichi fumed, throwing pots and pans around.
Gohan chose the moment to tiptoe out of the house and quietly slip the front door shut. Sighing in relief at having not been caught, Gohan remember ed his favor to his father and smiled happily.
"Piccolo-san, I'm coming," Gohan thought cheerfully as he focused on the Namek's ki and immediately took flight fueled by the power of his ki.