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~~Chapter 2~~ Findings
The trees seem to glow from the setting sun's rays. Where the fading blue and bright orange sky met could easily take one's breath away. The setting sun was one of natures many masterpieces. The times watching it with his father were over. He was gone. Why was it so hard to accept that? And why couldn't he make himself believe....
Gohan walked quietly on the forest path. Birds and squires scrambled around using day's last light, getting ready for the coming night. Far off in the woods, Gohan could hear the loud drum of a woodpecker. Everything in the woods seems to be simple. Unlike the human life he left behind.
Memories of his father came to him. They always did. Everything seems to remind Gohan of him. The vision of his father's face before taking Cell away haunted Gohan's mind. He wish he could speak to his father just one more time, to tell him how he feels...Just once. To know if his father was mad. A tear, and a smile he remembered were on his father's face. But what did it mean? Was he sad that his son killed him? Why did he decide not to come back?
Gohan's teeth clinched. Because of his stupidity that's why. All Gohan had to do was to finish off Cell! Krillin had told him once that he wasn't to blame. But they never told him why it was so. Just that it wasn't him. That wasn't good enough. He needed a reason of why it wasn't his fault. It seemed clear to him that it was.
Gohan sighed softy. It would be dark soon. He wondered if he could reach the spot before nightfall. This place he remembered was like nothing he had seen before. The feeling it gave off was pleasant. It kept Gohan's mind clear from all thoughts. Once on the odd shaped stone he could be free from this guilt. Everything there just felt right.
After a few minutes of walking, Gohan reached his destination. There off to his right was a marked tree. One that he had marked on the tree to remember where the spot was. Gohan cut off the path in through the bushes. Thick bushes and wild flowers made it hard to make his way through, but after a few moments everything cleared.
The clearing seem to make a perfect circle with the center being the smooth rock. The grass here was always green, no matter how hot it got. The smooth rock seems to stick out of the ground about twenty arm-lengths up and ten across at the base. The top of it was flat and smooth. On its sides had some symbols, to what Gohan guessed to be craving of a moon crashing into a planet. It was strange, but the feeling once on the rock over came that.
Walking up to it slowly, Gohan could feel the air become cooler. It felt...perfect. Gohan could swear he was with his father when he was around this stone. When on the top, he would sometimes sleep and dream of the way life should be. The dreams were always peaceful, unlike the ones he had in his bed at home. Sometimes there was nothing when he laid on the rock, only the pleasant warmth underneath him.
Flying to the top he landed on the flat part. It was warm as he expected. The pleasant warmth was something he came to expect when coming to the stone. He laid down staring up at the dark blue sky. It would be dark in a few minutes. All of his thoughts were clear. Gohan smiled. It felt sooo peaceful.........
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Gohan stood in the middle of a field. Birds singing and butterfiles flying around him to nearby flowers. It was a pleasant green field of endless flowers, with touches of forest in the distance. When Gohan looked around it seemed the sides of his visions were blurred. Was he in a dream? It had to be. But why did it feel so real. In the distance he thought he could see a line of smoke rising from the edge of a forest. The clouds seem to form a face, but he couldn't recognize it. Gohan frowned. Was the forest on fire?
It was to pleasant here to worry about things to far away. It was so peaceful. Gohan smiled. Maybe he should bring his mother to that rock. She would enjoy it.
He couldn't remember lying down on the rock? Something about this dream felt strange than the other dreams he had. The smoke still raised but it wasn't any danger to Gohan. He was safe here or was he?
The smoke started to bother him a little. There had never been any smoke before? He wondered if anyone was going to put it out. The smoke continued to climb. Gohan ignored the smoke completely; it was just a little fire. No harm, and plus it was far away. Gohan turned away so he wouldn't have to watch the smoke....
A man stood in front of him now. Gohan thought he had seen him before. His spiky black hair and dark eyes, reminded Gohan of someone...someone. But who? It felt like he had been searching for him a long time.
"Who are you?" Gohan asked.
"I'm son Goku." The man said. "Who are you?"
Gohan frowned, he knew his name a moment ago...ah "Gohan, Sir"
The man smiled, "That is a nice name, I once knew a man named Gohan."
"I killed someone" Gohan frowned at what he just said. What was this? Who did he kill? How come he never thought about this here before?
"You did?" The man sounded puzzled.
"I don't remember"
"Did you do it on purpose?"
"No" And Gohan meant it, whatever he did.
"Oh? What was his name"
"Goku" Gohan frowned again. Didn't this man just say his name was Goku?
The man laughed, "I am Goku. You didn't kill me. I died helping my son..." the man frowned.
"Helping? Wasn't it your son's fault that you died?" Gohan frowned again. What was he talking about. He suddenly felt a longing to be back in the fields and not talking to this stranger.
"No, my son is who saved me in the end. Why do you ask?"
"How did he save you?"
"By saving everyone I love. I only played a small part in giving up my life. He wouldn't have known Cell would have tried to blow himself. Saving the world is a tricky business. Everyone makes mistakes. Heck! I have made plenty myself." The man reached back and scratched his head and laughed. "I told him, I would see him in the afterlife! I made him promise to remember what he did through out life and tell me all about it when he finally passes over to this world. " The man smiled again. He seems to do that a lot. Why was he so happy?
Gohan felt a little better; maybe he liked talking to this man. Who ever he was? "Your son sounds like a hero"
The man smiled, "He was, He made me very proud"
Gohan envied this man's son. To earn the respect of his father.
"What was his name?" Gohan wanted to know whom this boy was. So he could meet him.
"His name...Let me think. Ah yes! It was Gohan!" The man laughed, "I once knew a man named--" His words became blurred and everything became dark. Gohan? Was that his name too? Was he this man's child? For some reason Gohan felt better about meeting this man but he didn't know why. Better from what he did not know. He was happy here. Everything.... Gohan glanced to see that the smoke was now a forest fire. It made him mad to see such a place under harm. He ran at the fire, charging a Kamehameha wave. He was going to put it out. He was going to --- His mother's face formed in the flames, she was screaming...
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"MOTHER!" Gohan screamed. Everything was dark. Only thing visible to Gohan was the stars above him and the full moon. Sweat poured down his face. The cool air was welcome now.
It was just a dream, Gohan thought. His mother really wasn't on fire. Gohan felt better somehow, but he couldn't put his finger to it. Maybe he was glad of the rest? Whatever it was... that man? That man in the dream. Was that his father? He couldn't remember. Just that someone was there. He felt so close to his father in that man's presence that he could have swore if he had reached out he would have touched him.
Why did he feel so good? Gohan smiled. He was healed. The thoughts of his father were gone. He was at peace somehow. He couldn't explain it. For some reason meeting that man, made him feel better. He felt like he could do anything! He would wake his mother for this one; maybe they could play that game after all. Gohan jumped into the air, he was going to fly home. He didn't need any more walks. He was healed. He felt for the first time since his father's death that he was really finally going home...
~~Chapter 2~~ Findings
The trees seem to glow from the setting sun's rays. Where the fading blue and bright orange sky met could easily take one's breath away. The setting sun was one of natures many masterpieces. The times watching it with his father were over. He was gone. Why was it so hard to accept that? And why couldn't he make himself believe....
Gohan walked quietly on the forest path. Birds and squires scrambled around using day's last light, getting ready for the coming night. Far off in the woods, Gohan could hear the loud drum of a woodpecker. Everything in the woods seems to be simple. Unlike the human life he left behind.
Memories of his father came to him. They always did. Everything seems to remind Gohan of him. The vision of his father's face before taking Cell away haunted Gohan's mind. He wish he could speak to his father just one more time, to tell him how he feels...Just once. To know if his father was mad. A tear, and a smile he remembered were on his father's face. But what did it mean? Was he sad that his son killed him? Why did he decide not to come back?
Gohan's teeth clinched. Because of his stupidity that's why. All Gohan had to do was to finish off Cell! Krillin had told him once that he wasn't to blame. But they never told him why it was so. Just that it wasn't him. That wasn't good enough. He needed a reason of why it wasn't his fault. It seemed clear to him that it was.
Gohan sighed softy. It would be dark soon. He wondered if he could reach the spot before nightfall. This place he remembered was like nothing he had seen before. The feeling it gave off was pleasant. It kept Gohan's mind clear from all thoughts. Once on the odd shaped stone he could be free from this guilt. Everything there just felt right.
After a few minutes of walking, Gohan reached his destination. There off to his right was a marked tree. One that he had marked on the tree to remember where the spot was. Gohan cut off the path in through the bushes. Thick bushes and wild flowers made it hard to make his way through, but after a few moments everything cleared.
The clearing seem to make a perfect circle with the center being the smooth rock. The grass here was always green, no matter how hot it got. The smooth rock seems to stick out of the ground about twenty arm-lengths up and ten across at the base. The top of it was flat and smooth. On its sides had some symbols, to what Gohan guessed to be craving of a moon crashing into a planet. It was strange, but the feeling once on the rock over came that.
Walking up to it slowly, Gohan could feel the air become cooler. It felt...perfect. Gohan could swear he was with his father when he was around this stone. When on the top, he would sometimes sleep and dream of the way life should be. The dreams were always peaceful, unlike the ones he had in his bed at home. Sometimes there was nothing when he laid on the rock, only the pleasant warmth underneath him.
Flying to the top he landed on the flat part. It was warm as he expected. The pleasant warmth was something he came to expect when coming to the stone. He laid down staring up at the dark blue sky. It would be dark in a few minutes. All of his thoughts were clear. Gohan smiled. It felt sooo peaceful.........
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Gohan stood in the middle of a field. Birds singing and butterfiles flying around him to nearby flowers. It was a pleasant green field of endless flowers, with touches of forest in the distance. When Gohan looked around it seemed the sides of his visions were blurred. Was he in a dream? It had to be. But why did it feel so real. In the distance he thought he could see a line of smoke rising from the edge of a forest. The clouds seem to form a face, but he couldn't recognize it. Gohan frowned. Was the forest on fire?
It was to pleasant here to worry about things to far away. It was so peaceful. Gohan smiled. Maybe he should bring his mother to that rock. She would enjoy it.
He couldn't remember lying down on the rock? Something about this dream felt strange than the other dreams he had. The smoke still raised but it wasn't any danger to Gohan. He was safe here or was he?
The smoke started to bother him a little. There had never been any smoke before? He wondered if anyone was going to put it out. The smoke continued to climb. Gohan ignored the smoke completely; it was just a little fire. No harm, and plus it was far away. Gohan turned away so he wouldn't have to watch the smoke....
A man stood in front of him now. Gohan thought he had seen him before. His spiky black hair and dark eyes, reminded Gohan of someone...someone. But who? It felt like he had been searching for him a long time.
"Who are you?" Gohan asked.
"I'm son Goku." The man said. "Who are you?"
Gohan frowned, he knew his name a moment ago...ah "Gohan, Sir"
The man smiled, "That is a nice name, I once knew a man named Gohan."
"I killed someone" Gohan frowned at what he just said. What was this? Who did he kill? How come he never thought about this here before?
"You did?" The man sounded puzzled.
"I don't remember"
"Did you do it on purpose?"
"No" And Gohan meant it, whatever he did.
"Oh? What was his name"
"Goku" Gohan frowned again. Didn't this man just say his name was Goku?
The man laughed, "I am Goku. You didn't kill me. I died helping my son..." the man frowned.
"Helping? Wasn't it your son's fault that you died?" Gohan frowned again. What was he talking about. He suddenly felt a longing to be back in the fields and not talking to this stranger.
"No, my son is who saved me in the end. Why do you ask?"
"How did he save you?"
"By saving everyone I love. I only played a small part in giving up my life. He wouldn't have known Cell would have tried to blow himself. Saving the world is a tricky business. Everyone makes mistakes. Heck! I have made plenty myself." The man reached back and scratched his head and laughed. "I told him, I would see him in the afterlife! I made him promise to remember what he did through out life and tell me all about it when he finally passes over to this world. " The man smiled again. He seems to do that a lot. Why was he so happy?
Gohan felt a little better; maybe he liked talking to this man. Who ever he was? "Your son sounds like a hero"
The man smiled, "He was, He made me very proud"
Gohan envied this man's son. To earn the respect of his father.
"What was his name?" Gohan wanted to know whom this boy was. So he could meet him.
"His name...Let me think. Ah yes! It was Gohan!" The man laughed, "I once knew a man named--" His words became blurred and everything became dark. Gohan? Was that his name too? Was he this man's child? For some reason Gohan felt better about meeting this man but he didn't know why. Better from what he did not know. He was happy here. Everything.... Gohan glanced to see that the smoke was now a forest fire. It made him mad to see such a place under harm. He ran at the fire, charging a Kamehameha wave. He was going to put it out. He was going to --- His mother's face formed in the flames, she was screaming...
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"MOTHER!" Gohan screamed. Everything was dark. Only thing visible to Gohan was the stars above him and the full moon. Sweat poured down his face. The cool air was welcome now.
It was just a dream, Gohan thought. His mother really wasn't on fire. Gohan felt better somehow, but he couldn't put his finger to it. Maybe he was glad of the rest? Whatever it was... that man? That man in the dream. Was that his father? He couldn't remember. Just that someone was there. He felt so close to his father in that man's presence that he could have swore if he had reached out he would have touched him.
Why did he feel so good? Gohan smiled. He was healed. The thoughts of his father were gone. He was at peace somehow. He couldn't explain it. For some reason meeting that man, made him feel better. He felt like he could do anything! He would wake his mother for this one; maybe they could play that game after all. Gohan jumped into the air, he was going to fly home. He didn't need any more walks. He was healed. He felt for the first time since his father's death that he was really finally going home...