Wow…I am so so sorry to all you people who like my fic, it has been forever since I last updated, and the thing is, I had about 99 percent of this chapter done for almost all of that time.  I had a few things going on…if that's any condolence.

But I am back, and I am really really anxious to get back to this fic, I've missed writing it, and trust me there are a lot of surprises in store for the next few chapters, so for all of you who still read this fic…please stick to it because it is going to only get better.

Pieces of the past

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After Gohan finished his water, he slowly put the glass into the sink and went back to the table sitting down and continuing with his painful story.  "We used a chamber, a chamber of time, where one day outside is an entire year inside to train.  My f…. father, Goku and I were the last to go inside…the ones who went before us gained great power, but we gained the most.  Inside the room is where I achieved the super sayin level, and beyond.  My father and I accessed the full potential of the super sayin form, becoming far more powerful than anyone else."  Gohan paused a second, to pre-pair himself for the last leg of his story.

Cindel nudged Marcus in the side, "See, everything is going to be fine!" Cindel whispered to her husband.  "They got real powerful, I bet it's a happy ending!"  Cindel smiled and looked back at Gohan, not seeing the pain and distress, the utter look of failure on his face as he looked down at the table.

Marcus nodded to his wife but when she turned away his gaze turned back to Gohan, and a look of growing concern crosses his brow.  What happened to you Gohan…what happened to you, that you are the way you are?  What happened…?

Gohan took a deep breath and continued on with his story.  "The cell games, which being what he called it, started off good.  My father started off, fighting with Cell first.  They were evenly matched, blow for blow, blast for blast, every move they countered each other with another attack.  It was awesome.  The most matched battle I had ever seen…but then…then my father gave up…" Gohan choked back a sob as he remembered how stunned everyone was when Goku announced that he was quitting.  "Father…wanted me to fight…he came to me, asking me to fight for him, and for the earth, to destroy cell, so we could all go home."  Tears started to slowly make they're way down Gohan's cheek, Cindel made a move to get up to go to him but a quick yank by Marcus brought her back to her seat, and after shaking his head no, she sighed and listened, restraining herself from going to the poor boy.

Gohan cried silently for a few seconds, mustering up the strength to go on.  "We fought, him not taking it seriously with me, only wanting to get me out of the way to get at my father, and me, me to afraid to fight at my fullest."  Gohan shook his head again as the emotion of the pain, the hurt, all the death because of his failure.  "After a hard fight…I lost, but piccolo, my mentor bleeding and dieing managed to get me aboard my ship, having to sacrifice himself and launch it from the base of capsule corp., sending me, the lone survivor of cell, and my planet shooting off into space.

There was a long silence as Gohan bowed his head, succumbing to the painful memories of the past.  Marcus and Cindel were shocked senseless, they sat there, they're mouths slightly agape as they watched the quiet boy, thinking about all he had been through, all that had happened. Oh my god…Marcus could not believe that such pain could be put upon one person, until he looked at Gohan's face.  Marcus, with some effort managed to push his shock away and was able to stand up, walking silently over to Gohan and placing his hand on the boy's shoulder, Gohan glanced over at it quietly, trying to find comfort in the mans embrace, but he found none.  Gohan turned his head back to the floor, and Marcus, tears almost welling up in his own eyes tried to say something, but his mouth was dry, and felt like his throat would crack if he talked, after a few seconds he removed his hand and silently grabbing a still stunned Cindel lead her down the hallway to they're room, deciding he could do nothing for Gohan at the moment, when he himself could not even speak.

Gohan sat at the table, unmoved for hours, or maybe minutes, time had been lost to Gohan.  After a while longer, Gohan slowly stood up, deciding anything was better than sitting there and brooding, he felt a sudden urge to be doing something, anything.  He walked solemnly to the doorway and exited the quiet home behind him, glancing back before he jumped up, his aura bursting around him as he turned away and shot off to relieve some stress.  The pain…the hurt…the sense of failure…they are all in me, they are tearing me apart, and I don't know how much longer I will last…Gohan flew slowly now, admiring the reflection of the bright blue moon, which unlike earths, took up a full one eighth of the sky.  It's solemn pulsating reflection lighting up the ocean as Gohan flew over it, he admired it's beauty, something the people of this planet had become accustomed and bored with, was a new and awesome display of color, and luminosity for Gohan to behold.  But the sight did not deter Gohan from his inner turmoil for long, his thoughts quickly raced back to the past once again.  Father…why, why did you do that…why did you try to save me…why did you kill yourself to spare me?  Gohan stopped, watching as his tears fall into the water, the waves echoing out from impact and making the image of the moon glisten and shine, Gohan watched the sparkling image, then turned away and flew off high into the night sky.

The sun slowly edged its way over the horizon, bright rays emanating from it's ever growing form.  Gohan sat on a large boulder, one arm resting on his leg, as he sat and watched the sun come up from a night of reflection, ending only where it began, pain.  Hmm, maybe it's time I get back…they may be worrying about me if they don't find me there in the mourning…Gohan stood, dusting off his pants as he jumped off the cliff, free falling towards the ground, he smiled at the sensation, closing his eyes as the ground rushed up at him.  He pulled up at the last instant, he could feel the air burst under him as he erupted his aura and arched back up into the sky, flying off towards his new, temporary home with the only friends he had residing there.

Cindel paced back and forth, her hands clenching and unclenching as she kept glancing out the window, waiting for any sigh of her house guest to return, and new found friend of the family to return.  "Marcus!  Maybe you should go out an look for him!"

Marcus only shook his head at the very idea.  "Honey, he can fly…" Marcus continued to sort through a pile of old machine parts, trying to get a makeshift piece he could use to repair his car.  He sorted through he junk a bit more then sighed giving up and tossing the piece he was lastly examining back into the heap.  He turned away from the pile and headed to his chair to rest before going back outside and continuing his repairs.  "And besides honey, he is only about a thousand times stronger than me, I'm sure he can handle anything that comes his way."

Cindel turned away from the window and sighed as she sat down on her husbands lap, curling up in his arms.  "I hope so Marcus…that boy…has a lot of problems, I just hope he is alright…"

Marcus put his arms around her, pulling her close against him as he comforted her.  "He'll be fine, I'm sure of it."  With the slow nod he felt her do since her face was pushed against his chest, he took it as a sign that she was a little calmer.  God I hope I'm right…