~~Disclaimer~~ I don't own Dragonballz.
~~Prologue~~
Life. It comes and goes before you know it. Those you hold dear could be gone tomorrow. Legends are like life. They come and as the sands of time move so the legend loses its hold on the mortal world. People can do heroic acts that some can't even conceive possible. The ultimate sacrifice, giving their lives. All for what some ask? Dead is dead. There is no glory in death. What would drive someone to do this?
The person to ask that question is dead. His name was Goku a noble fighter for the side of good. His one belief of compassion and mercy to those who were blind to the light has, saved planet earth from its darkest moments. For when they too could see the light from Goku's lesson, fought with him to spread the same belief.
The fight with the deadly Cell cost Goku his life. Leaving behind his friends, son, and a pregnant wife with his second child. All mourned his passing to the next world. The pain of time was of little healing to their wounded hearts. He gave life so there could be life. So they could live on and enjoy life's fruits. Where was he now? Could he ever come back?
What did Goku leave behind? Who will be the new light in the darkness?
One boy, who has lived in his father's legendary shadow for nearly his whole life, now must step out and make his own legend. Will he carry his father's ideas? Or will he set a new path of his own. Whatever path he choices will hold the key to the future.
~~Chapter 1~~ Memories of the Past
The shade from the trees provided little comfort from the heat. The small creek nearby was nearly dried up. The leaves on trees looked as if one touch could set them on fire. The grass was turning brown in most areas.
Gohan frowned as he shielded his eyes from the mid-afternoon sun. Searching the treetops for any moment.
"Did you hear that Piccolo?" sweat glistened Gohan's forehead. It was hard training in the heat.
Piccolo towering over Gohan frowned down at him. "You are over reacting Gohan. You know how strong my hearing is, I would have heard it"
"I guess you are right" Gohan sighed.
"The weather has been strange lately." Piccolo saying as if obvious to all whom could see. "Dende says--"
"Back to Dende again are we Piccolo? Give it a rest I am not going." Piccolo's frown grew deeper.
"Gohan are you feeling alright? You have changed. Since your father died a month ago--"
"I am fine piccolo" Gohan snapped. He hated to talk to his friend like this, but he was pushing the wrong buttons.
"Of course" Piccolo sounded as if he didn't believe his own words, "You know Gohan--"
"GOHAN!" Chi chi's voice rang in the welting heat. "DINNER!"
Piccolo and Gohan both looked towards his house. Where Chi Chi's voice had come. Piccolo still stared at the house, "Gohan, please--"
"Piccolo I have to go, can we finish this conversation some other time?" And with that, Gohan stepped into the clearing to his home. Leaving Piccolo to whatever unfinished thoughts he had in the forest.
Whatever Piccolo wanted can wait. Gohan could sense he wanted something since the point they started training earlier that morning. Probably going to ask him to go see Dende. A friend his age that he had met on Namek, who had came to Earth to be its guardian when Piccolo had to merge with the last former guardian of the Earth, Kami.
All Gohan wanted was to be left alone, but Dende keeps insisting that he come to the look out. He has sent messengers before... why can't he just come himself if wanted to talk to him so badly?
His mother stood at the front door with one arm on her hip watched him approach. She smiled when he drew near.
"Gohan, you are dirty! Get inside and clean up for dinner!" Chi Chi sighed, "What's so funny?"
Gohan realized he was grinning, "Nothing, just reminds me of the times dad and I would come back from training..." the words trailed off.
"Gohan are you ok?" Chi Chi moved to give him a comforting hug, but Gohan moved away.
"I am fine mother" Gohan said quietly. "I am just tired from training, that's all"
"So you won't be taking your walk tonight than?"
"I didn't say that" Gohan mumbled.
"Gohan, I don't want you going on anymore of these walks. You can talk to me, we are both going through this together." her face was full of concern.
She just didn't understand.
"No, mom I can't. I just need time-" He stopped when he saw her face sadden. He took both of her hands and held them. "I am alright mom don't worry." Half of him hoped she would believe him, and the other half knew she wouldn't.
Chi Chi slowly kneeled on one knee. Taking his arms in return and held them to her face. "Gohan I want you to know something. That I love you with all my heart Gohan. I just want what's best for you. But lately you have been acting strange, like you are the only one dealing with your father's death. We are all going through this, it just that people have different ways of healing. Sometimes the best thing is to share-"
"Mom I thought you said dinner was ready, won't it get cold?" Gohan's voice was bitter. Chi Chi let go of Gohan's hands.
"I suppose" she said quietly, her eyes showed signs of tears, but he saw none.
Her eyes... It hurt to see those eyes. He wished he could tell her, but he couldn't. She wouldn't understand.
Chi Chi got up and walked into the kitchen. Was it that she didn't want him to see her cry? He sometimes heard her cry at nights. Only if she knew... Would she still love him the way she does now?
His plate was ready when he got to the kitchen. It was his favorite, rice- cakes with fish and carrots. But Gohan didn't seem to care. Nothing seems to make him happy anymore. The walks, reminded him of what happened that day. He knew he could never forget...
"So did Piccolo want something? You both looked pretty serious in the woods." Gohan jumped. He was in such deep thought; that he hadn't realized that he had eaten half of his dinner. Chi Chi was staring at him with a questionable look.
"No, no just trying to catch up on old times i guess" He glanced down at his food. He hated lying to his mother. But now a day it had become second nature. What was happening to him?
"Oh" Chi Chi was all said before putting a fork full of food in her mouth. After finishing the bite, she glanced up. "Krillin called again."
"What is it this time?"
"Gohan! Krillin is your friend, aren't you at least going to go see him?"
"Maybe, someday. But not now, tell him I am busy."
Chi Chi glanced down at her food, poking around her food with her fork, "He is having a party at Roshi's and he really wants you to go Gohan. You know how I am about parties and your father's friends. But i think this would be good for you." She glanced up and this time he could see tears. "Gohan I feel alone. With your father gone and you not talking." She had to stop through the tears, "Gohan will you go to the party with me? I think it will help. To see old faces--"
"When is it?" Gohan said without looking at her. He couldn't stand to see his mother cry.
"Tomorrow night" She said quietly.
Gohan sighed, "Fine, I will go" He glanced up to see a little smile. Not one of happiness, but of relief. "Mom this has been a wonderful meal. I think I am going to take my walk now."
Chi Chi frowned at him, "Gohan I was thinking tonight we could, play some boards games. you know, have a mother and son night?" She smiled, but it was weak.
"Tomorrow" Was all Gohan said before getting up to put his dish in the sink. "Tomorrow" he repeated half to himself. There is always tomorrow.
Chi Chi nodded weakly, to what Gohan guessed as disappointment. He will tell her tomorrow, promise. Don't worry mom I will get better he told himself. He stared at her eating quietly a moment longer before heading towards the door.
How could he tell her? That he was the one that killed Goku. Of course, everyone told him it wasn't his fault. But he couldn't stop thinking of what else could have happen...Only if he would have finished cell off quicker...
The coming dusk provided for a little cooler air, but it was still humid. The sun still had a few hours to go before darkness would cover the land. This was the best time for the walks, Gohan thought. He would go to it again tonight. Something he had found during his walks. Something.
A sudden thought occurred to him. He forgot to kiss his mother goodnight. She was mainly a sleep when he got back. Gohan sighed. He will just have to do it tomorrow, there was always tomorrow...
Authors Notes: Sorry if there are a lot of grammar and spelling mistakes. Not my strongest field and plus my Word is bugged. I like to go more for the story and irony of writing. So I hope you like it somewhat, and please review - Tell me what you think or just some ideas or successions.
~~Prologue~~
Life. It comes and goes before you know it. Those you hold dear could be gone tomorrow. Legends are like life. They come and as the sands of time move so the legend loses its hold on the mortal world. People can do heroic acts that some can't even conceive possible. The ultimate sacrifice, giving their lives. All for what some ask? Dead is dead. There is no glory in death. What would drive someone to do this?
The person to ask that question is dead. His name was Goku a noble fighter for the side of good. His one belief of compassion and mercy to those who were blind to the light has, saved planet earth from its darkest moments. For when they too could see the light from Goku's lesson, fought with him to spread the same belief.
The fight with the deadly Cell cost Goku his life. Leaving behind his friends, son, and a pregnant wife with his second child. All mourned his passing to the next world. The pain of time was of little healing to their wounded hearts. He gave life so there could be life. So they could live on and enjoy life's fruits. Where was he now? Could he ever come back?
What did Goku leave behind? Who will be the new light in the darkness?
One boy, who has lived in his father's legendary shadow for nearly his whole life, now must step out and make his own legend. Will he carry his father's ideas? Or will he set a new path of his own. Whatever path he choices will hold the key to the future.
~~Chapter 1~~ Memories of the Past
The shade from the trees provided little comfort from the heat. The small creek nearby was nearly dried up. The leaves on trees looked as if one touch could set them on fire. The grass was turning brown in most areas.
Gohan frowned as he shielded his eyes from the mid-afternoon sun. Searching the treetops for any moment.
"Did you hear that Piccolo?" sweat glistened Gohan's forehead. It was hard training in the heat.
Piccolo towering over Gohan frowned down at him. "You are over reacting Gohan. You know how strong my hearing is, I would have heard it"
"I guess you are right" Gohan sighed.
"The weather has been strange lately." Piccolo saying as if obvious to all whom could see. "Dende says--"
"Back to Dende again are we Piccolo? Give it a rest I am not going." Piccolo's frown grew deeper.
"Gohan are you feeling alright? You have changed. Since your father died a month ago--"
"I am fine piccolo" Gohan snapped. He hated to talk to his friend like this, but he was pushing the wrong buttons.
"Of course" Piccolo sounded as if he didn't believe his own words, "You know Gohan--"
"GOHAN!" Chi chi's voice rang in the welting heat. "DINNER!"
Piccolo and Gohan both looked towards his house. Where Chi Chi's voice had come. Piccolo still stared at the house, "Gohan, please--"
"Piccolo I have to go, can we finish this conversation some other time?" And with that, Gohan stepped into the clearing to his home. Leaving Piccolo to whatever unfinished thoughts he had in the forest.
Whatever Piccolo wanted can wait. Gohan could sense he wanted something since the point they started training earlier that morning. Probably going to ask him to go see Dende. A friend his age that he had met on Namek, who had came to Earth to be its guardian when Piccolo had to merge with the last former guardian of the Earth, Kami.
All Gohan wanted was to be left alone, but Dende keeps insisting that he come to the look out. He has sent messengers before... why can't he just come himself if wanted to talk to him so badly?
His mother stood at the front door with one arm on her hip watched him approach. She smiled when he drew near.
"Gohan, you are dirty! Get inside and clean up for dinner!" Chi Chi sighed, "What's so funny?"
Gohan realized he was grinning, "Nothing, just reminds me of the times dad and I would come back from training..." the words trailed off.
"Gohan are you ok?" Chi Chi moved to give him a comforting hug, but Gohan moved away.
"I am fine mother" Gohan said quietly. "I am just tired from training, that's all"
"So you won't be taking your walk tonight than?"
"I didn't say that" Gohan mumbled.
"Gohan, I don't want you going on anymore of these walks. You can talk to me, we are both going through this together." her face was full of concern.
She just didn't understand.
"No, mom I can't. I just need time-" He stopped when he saw her face sadden. He took both of her hands and held them. "I am alright mom don't worry." Half of him hoped she would believe him, and the other half knew she wouldn't.
Chi Chi slowly kneeled on one knee. Taking his arms in return and held them to her face. "Gohan I want you to know something. That I love you with all my heart Gohan. I just want what's best for you. But lately you have been acting strange, like you are the only one dealing with your father's death. We are all going through this, it just that people have different ways of healing. Sometimes the best thing is to share-"
"Mom I thought you said dinner was ready, won't it get cold?" Gohan's voice was bitter. Chi Chi let go of Gohan's hands.
"I suppose" she said quietly, her eyes showed signs of tears, but he saw none.
Her eyes... It hurt to see those eyes. He wished he could tell her, but he couldn't. She wouldn't understand.
Chi Chi got up and walked into the kitchen. Was it that she didn't want him to see her cry? He sometimes heard her cry at nights. Only if she knew... Would she still love him the way she does now?
His plate was ready when he got to the kitchen. It was his favorite, rice- cakes with fish and carrots. But Gohan didn't seem to care. Nothing seems to make him happy anymore. The walks, reminded him of what happened that day. He knew he could never forget...
"So did Piccolo want something? You both looked pretty serious in the woods." Gohan jumped. He was in such deep thought; that he hadn't realized that he had eaten half of his dinner. Chi Chi was staring at him with a questionable look.
"No, no just trying to catch up on old times i guess" He glanced down at his food. He hated lying to his mother. But now a day it had become second nature. What was happening to him?
"Oh" Chi Chi was all said before putting a fork full of food in her mouth. After finishing the bite, she glanced up. "Krillin called again."
"What is it this time?"
"Gohan! Krillin is your friend, aren't you at least going to go see him?"
"Maybe, someday. But not now, tell him I am busy."
Chi Chi glanced down at her food, poking around her food with her fork, "He is having a party at Roshi's and he really wants you to go Gohan. You know how I am about parties and your father's friends. But i think this would be good for you." She glanced up and this time he could see tears. "Gohan I feel alone. With your father gone and you not talking." She had to stop through the tears, "Gohan will you go to the party with me? I think it will help. To see old faces--"
"When is it?" Gohan said without looking at her. He couldn't stand to see his mother cry.
"Tomorrow night" She said quietly.
Gohan sighed, "Fine, I will go" He glanced up to see a little smile. Not one of happiness, but of relief. "Mom this has been a wonderful meal. I think I am going to take my walk now."
Chi Chi frowned at him, "Gohan I was thinking tonight we could, play some boards games. you know, have a mother and son night?" She smiled, but it was weak.
"Tomorrow" Was all Gohan said before getting up to put his dish in the sink. "Tomorrow" he repeated half to himself. There is always tomorrow.
Chi Chi nodded weakly, to what Gohan guessed as disappointment. He will tell her tomorrow, promise. Don't worry mom I will get better he told himself. He stared at her eating quietly a moment longer before heading towards the door.
How could he tell her? That he was the one that killed Goku. Of course, everyone told him it wasn't his fault. But he couldn't stop thinking of what else could have happen...Only if he would have finished cell off quicker...
The coming dusk provided for a little cooler air, but it was still humid. The sun still had a few hours to go before darkness would cover the land. This was the best time for the walks, Gohan thought. He would go to it again tonight. Something he had found during his walks. Something.
A sudden thought occurred to him. He forgot to kiss his mother goodnight. She was mainly a sleep when he got back. Gohan sighed. He will just have to do it tomorrow, there was always tomorrow...
Authors Notes: Sorry if there are a lot of grammar and spelling mistakes. Not my strongest field and plus my Word is bugged. I like to go more for the story and irony of writing. So I hope you like it somewhat, and please review - Tell me what you think or just some ideas or successions.