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~~Chapter 3~~ The First Move in the Game.
Thanks to the light of the full moon. Gohan could see the trees below. Lakes reflected light back up to him as he passed them overhead. Mountains in the distance seem to be giant dark shadows to the sky. The sound of air rushing through his air, made it hard for him to hear anything. Only the thoughts in his head were heard clearly.
He couldn't wait to see his mother and tell her about the rock and the dream. That rock was amazing. Whatever it did, was some kind of healing. Gohan flipped around in the air and straighten out again. He felt proud and happy at the same time. Maybe he would pay Dende that visit after all. The thought of the party came to him. Gohan gave a loud laugh, "It's going to be great to seeing the old gang again".
Just any moment now he will see the great oak by his house and will start landing. He wanted to get to his house as soon as possible. His mother might still be awake. He hoped she was, he would hate to wake her...
The great oak came in to view, followed by the clearing to his house. Gohan smiled. His home. He was here. Finally.
Descending to the ground, Gohan noticed the house was dark except for the kitchen. A frown came to Gohan's face. She was asleep. His mother sometimes would leave the kitchen light on so he could grab a snack after returning from walking. So he wouldn't be crashing into things as he entered the house. A quick smile came to his lip, that was his mother all right.
Grinning, Gohan proceeded to the door. How was he going to explain all this to his mother? Should he start with the rock or the dream? That was not hard. Why not just start with the rock! Gohan laughed at himself, he felt light headed. It had been to long since he felt this good.
The door was locked. Gohan figured that much. His mother rarely left the door unlocked lately. Even though they were in the middle of the country. Ever sense he started acting strange and his father being dead. His mother had locked the door; the thought of being alone all the time scared her. But that was over now. He was healed.
Gohan reached for the spare key under the third flowerpot on the stairs. It was still there. He fumbled with the key into door until it was unlocked. He opened the door slowly she he wouldn't cause a racket. Maybe he should wake her tomorrow? She was pretty tired earlier.
He decided it best that maybe he tell her now. She would want to know. And maybe they could get a quick game.
Gohan closed the door behind him. The house was quite. The hallway from the doorway lead all the way to his mother's room in the back. The kitchen light to his left shined out into the hall, its light stretched across the hallway floor. He wasn't worried about a snack now.
Passing the kitchen without a glance, Gohan headed for his mothers bedroom. Her door was covered with a picture of red flowers. He doorknob was made of silver. Mom's favorite metal. Gohan put a hand softy on the knob. Slowly. He turned it until it made a click. Pushing it outward to....
A sudden breeze swept over Gohan. Mom turned on the air condition? Why did the rest of the house feel warm? Why was he so worried about useless stuff? Sighing Gohan shook his head; it was all from that dream. He was going to take any chances, he would tell his mom to stay away from fire for a while.
Her room was dark with some soft glow coming from the back of the room. Where was this light coming from? He moved slowly in the shadows, careful not to knock into anything. But it seemed he was doing a poor job. A pile of books fell to the floor. Bah! What was mom doing setting books on the floor. He felt the breeze again.
Now he was at the bed now, a giant shadow in the middle of the room. It was time.
"Mother" Gohan whispered quietly, "I am home. I am better" There was no reply.
Frowning Gohan reached for his mother....... He caught nothing but air. What? She was suppose...
The light... Gohan realized was moonlight. He reached towards the light. Where his hand should have hit a wall, went right through to the outside. Gohan stood there with his mouth open. What did this mean?
"I don't understand" he said out loud, "Mother where are you?" he said quietly. Almost mouthing the words.
Running to the light switch by the door, Gohan tripped over several objects on the floor. Stupid books... The light came on.
The bookcase was in pieces and books laid scattered across the floor. The bed was cover with wooden planks from the collapsed wall. His mother's desk was nothing but a pile of wood. The back wall was complete gone. The light from the room, revealed nearby trees outside. What..What happened?
He turned away from the horrid sight. Slowly stumbling through the hall he made his way to the kitchen. This can't be happening. What happen to his mother... The thought of the fire came to him. What did it mean? Where was his mother?
"Think!" Gohan said out loud. What was in that dream? There was the smoke and than the fire. What...
The smoke! That must have been his mother. His mother. He thought. She was in pain from him acting so foolish. Gohan's head lowered. What has he been putting her through? And he ignored the signs. If only he would have put the smoke out earlier it wouldn't have grown into the fire... There he was going again. Blaming him self. If his mother would have any chance he would have to think this out. Not drown in self-pity.
His hands became fist. He would make whoever did this pay with their lives. He would find them... Gohan froze.
Laid out on the kitchen table were piles of games. His mother had been waiting... Gohan felt sick to his stomach. What has he done to his mother.
Rage filled him.
The room glowed with an extra light. The light golden aura surrounded him. Gohan entered the state of Super Saiyan.
It was no use standing around here. His father's friends were probably out preparing for the party. They would do no good to him now. He would have to search for his mother alone. Maybe the attackers were still close...
Gohan ran out of the kitchen and into the humid night. Whoever did this, Gohan thought, are going to wish they never messed with a Saiyan...
~~Chapter 3~~ The First Move in the Game.
Thanks to the light of the full moon. Gohan could see the trees below. Lakes reflected light back up to him as he passed them overhead. Mountains in the distance seem to be giant dark shadows to the sky. The sound of air rushing through his air, made it hard for him to hear anything. Only the thoughts in his head were heard clearly.
He couldn't wait to see his mother and tell her about the rock and the dream. That rock was amazing. Whatever it did, was some kind of healing. Gohan flipped around in the air and straighten out again. He felt proud and happy at the same time. Maybe he would pay Dende that visit after all. The thought of the party came to him. Gohan gave a loud laugh, "It's going to be great to seeing the old gang again".
Just any moment now he will see the great oak by his house and will start landing. He wanted to get to his house as soon as possible. His mother might still be awake. He hoped she was, he would hate to wake her...
The great oak came in to view, followed by the clearing to his house. Gohan smiled. His home. He was here. Finally.
Descending to the ground, Gohan noticed the house was dark except for the kitchen. A frown came to Gohan's face. She was asleep. His mother sometimes would leave the kitchen light on so he could grab a snack after returning from walking. So he wouldn't be crashing into things as he entered the house. A quick smile came to his lip, that was his mother all right.
Grinning, Gohan proceeded to the door. How was he going to explain all this to his mother? Should he start with the rock or the dream? That was not hard. Why not just start with the rock! Gohan laughed at himself, he felt light headed. It had been to long since he felt this good.
The door was locked. Gohan figured that much. His mother rarely left the door unlocked lately. Even though they were in the middle of the country. Ever sense he started acting strange and his father being dead. His mother had locked the door; the thought of being alone all the time scared her. But that was over now. He was healed.
Gohan reached for the spare key under the third flowerpot on the stairs. It was still there. He fumbled with the key into door until it was unlocked. He opened the door slowly she he wouldn't cause a racket. Maybe he should wake her tomorrow? She was pretty tired earlier.
He decided it best that maybe he tell her now. She would want to know. And maybe they could get a quick game.
Gohan closed the door behind him. The house was quite. The hallway from the doorway lead all the way to his mother's room in the back. The kitchen light to his left shined out into the hall, its light stretched across the hallway floor. He wasn't worried about a snack now.
Passing the kitchen without a glance, Gohan headed for his mothers bedroom. Her door was covered with a picture of red flowers. He doorknob was made of silver. Mom's favorite metal. Gohan put a hand softy on the knob. Slowly. He turned it until it made a click. Pushing it outward to....
A sudden breeze swept over Gohan. Mom turned on the air condition? Why did the rest of the house feel warm? Why was he so worried about useless stuff? Sighing Gohan shook his head; it was all from that dream. He was going to take any chances, he would tell his mom to stay away from fire for a while.
Her room was dark with some soft glow coming from the back of the room. Where was this light coming from? He moved slowly in the shadows, careful not to knock into anything. But it seemed he was doing a poor job. A pile of books fell to the floor. Bah! What was mom doing setting books on the floor. He felt the breeze again.
Now he was at the bed now, a giant shadow in the middle of the room. It was time.
"Mother" Gohan whispered quietly, "I am home. I am better" There was no reply.
Frowning Gohan reached for his mother....... He caught nothing but air. What? She was suppose...
The light... Gohan realized was moonlight. He reached towards the light. Where his hand should have hit a wall, went right through to the outside. Gohan stood there with his mouth open. What did this mean?
"I don't understand" he said out loud, "Mother where are you?" he said quietly. Almost mouthing the words.
Running to the light switch by the door, Gohan tripped over several objects on the floor. Stupid books... The light came on.
The bookcase was in pieces and books laid scattered across the floor. The bed was cover with wooden planks from the collapsed wall. His mother's desk was nothing but a pile of wood. The back wall was complete gone. The light from the room, revealed nearby trees outside. What..What happened?
He turned away from the horrid sight. Slowly stumbling through the hall he made his way to the kitchen. This can't be happening. What happen to his mother... The thought of the fire came to him. What did it mean? Where was his mother?
"Think!" Gohan said out loud. What was in that dream? There was the smoke and than the fire. What...
The smoke! That must have been his mother. His mother. He thought. She was in pain from him acting so foolish. Gohan's head lowered. What has he been putting her through? And he ignored the signs. If only he would have put the smoke out earlier it wouldn't have grown into the fire... There he was going again. Blaming him self. If his mother would have any chance he would have to think this out. Not drown in self-pity.
His hands became fist. He would make whoever did this pay with their lives. He would find them... Gohan froze.
Laid out on the kitchen table were piles of games. His mother had been waiting... Gohan felt sick to his stomach. What has he done to his mother.
Rage filled him.
The room glowed with an extra light. The light golden aura surrounded him. Gohan entered the state of Super Saiyan.
It was no use standing around here. His father's friends were probably out preparing for the party. They would do no good to him now. He would have to search for his mother alone. Maybe the attackers were still close...
Gohan ran out of the kitchen and into the humid night. Whoever did this, Gohan thought, are going to wish they never messed with a Saiyan...