Disclaimer: I own an air mattress. But no pump with which to fill it up.
A/N: I'm not kidding! I can't find my pump! Errgh...anyhoo....o.O Lookie! 2 chapters at once!
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Petrified Tears
Chapter 58
"Gohan?" came the voice of his wife from the kitchen. "Gohan…Gohan what's wrong?"
He ground his teeth as he pushed through the front door, lifting off into the sky, trying to ignore his wife as she ran out after him, calling him back. He just kept going; going where, he didn't know, just going.
That was the beauty of tenure, of working at home. He could leave whenever he wanted, work whenever he wanted, and so long as he met his deadlines, no questions would ever be asked. Trunks had tenure, but disappeared too often to actually be able to take advantage of it.
The thought of Trunks made him twitch in anger; he shot forward, rocketing through the sky, feeling the clouds rip apart around him, feeling the wisps of white and yellow fluff gliss across his face. He flew faster, the familiar rush of air bringing him back to his childhood, back to a time when things were simpler and when life consisted of a series of days…not a series of hourly dilemmas that were no more serious than Who was sparring Who and When.
Ok, so maybe his life wasn't that simple as a kid, what with people like Cell, Freeza, and Buu on the loose. But he was never unhappy as a kid, not even when he was in his early twenties, starting a family and clueless about what he had been doing. The most complicated his life had ever been had been on three occasions: When Videl had stormed out with their daughter after an argument and not come back for 3 days, when his mother had landed herself catatonic in the hospital, and when Pan had left for college and disappeared for 4 years.
Gohan slowed and let his eyes blur. He'd never been one to hold back tears because of his pride; the only times he had ever held back tears had been during fights, or times when he needed his vision. Now, he found himself sobbing.
Gripping his head, he righted himself in the air, slowly lowering himself, praying that his memory of the landscape surrounding his house wasn't as far off as he feared it was.
After a few bumps against trees, he landed, falling into a heap, head held between both palms in a vice as he rested his elbows on his knees. Tears streamed down his face, sobs raked his body, he gasped for air, his glasses falling unnoticed to the ground.
She was gone; his little girl had grown up.
Without him.
He raked his hands through his hair, his soul overcome with grief his body didn't seem to be able to handle.
He had no hope of getting her back, she wasn't his anymore.
She wasn't his Panny at all.
Not anymore.
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