This chapter is divided into two parts: Gohan's POV and Bulma's POV. It basically shows what I think they think about life, the people around them, and each other.
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Gohan's POV
I can only remember one thing that happened after Bulma told me that my mother was dead. I remember this huge jolt of energy searing through my body kind of like lightning, but far more painful and intense. I can't find words to describe it other than raw power.
I was in a state between consciousness and unconsciousness after the pain left my body, though completely exhausted. I could hear all the conversation that was going on and feel things, if I concentrated hard enough, but I couldn't open my eyes, or move, period. I could barely even breathe. However, I must say that I have much more respect for Bulma than before, and I had quite a lot of respect for her before. She knew exactly what to do.
My mother is dead, and, because it was from a natural cause, the Eternal Dragon can't revive her. And then there is my father. My father is the man who is oblivious to the feelings of others, including his wife and sons. He didn't thank me for giving him enough time to recover during his battle with Frieza. He just told me to get lost. He decided to stay on Yardrat when he could have gotten back to Chikyuu in mere seconds. And most recently, he decided to stay dead instead of coming back and spending time with his family. I can't say I blame him for not coming back though. Who would want to live with a patricidal son? I don't think he ever knew about Goten. It seems like ever since the first time he died, he has never care about me. Hell, Piccolo, Krillin, and even Vegeta have done a better job than he did.
I think that the only two living people that care about my well-being right now are Piccolo and Bulma. Yamcha, Tien, Chaotzu, and Krillin have their own lives to live, and unfortunately, Piccolo is teaching Dende about being the Guardian of Chikyuu, so that leaves only Bulma that cares about me. Not that that is a bad thing.
Bulma may have a short temper, but she has enough good qualities to make up for it. She is probably the only person on this planet that is smarter than I am. She is usually funny. She is very caring. She is also probably the most attractive woman out of the very few that I have ever met. Come to think of it, I only know four women other than Mom: Bulma, Mrs. Briefs, 18, and Lime. Then there is Tien's wife who Dad occasionally talked about, Lunch or Launch or something like that, but I've never actually met her.
Now that I think about it, I really should get a social life because I wish to respect Mom's biggest wish: getting grandchildren. Maybe I could go to school and meet people. I'd better ask Bulma after I can move again. If I can remember to with this overwhelming exhaus…
Bulma's POV
"Oh shit, Gohan! Are you okay!?" He didn't answer of course. I ran up to him to check his pulse. It was minimal, but at least it was still there.
Then I noticed that Gohan was breathing very loudly and raggedly. I knew that Gohan needed artificial respiration quickly, or he might end up like his mother and father. I know that it may seem gross to breathe into someone else's mouth, especially when it is a thirty-six-year-old (?) breathing into an eleven-year-old, but as long as it saves lives, it's definitely worth it.
I opened Gohan's mouth wide, took in air, stuck my lips onto his, and breathe into his young body. I pulled back, took in air, place my lips back on his, and breathed into Gohan. Then again, three more, one more, ten more, five more, and twice more times. Gohan's breathing slowed down to a steady pace, thank God.
I dragged Gohan's body into an Emergency Room, hooked him up to the respirators and heart-rate-sensors and shit that this author has no idea what they are called or what they do. Good thing for Gohan I received a doctorate degree a couple of years ago. The heart-rate-meter-things showed that Gohan was in extreme condition. The meter was beeping only once every ten seconds.
"Onna!" Vegeta burst into the room. "What the hell is going on with the brat!? His ki signal got so strong that it threw me backwards in 500 times this pitiful gravity then it just basically disappeared!"
"I'm not sure exactly," I replied, "but I think that he exerted a quantity of energy that was so mountainous, that neither his molecular nor psychological form could maintain it, so, if E=9qs(pi) squared, his energy dropped down to almost zero."
Vegeta stared dumbly. "Exactly what happened to his body when he got all powerful and stuff? It was much higher than it was when he fought Cell."
I answered, "Basically, his hair turned golden, and his eyes turquoise like when you turn into a SSJ, but there were still a couple of weird things that happened that never happened to you. His hair got really long, like Radditz's, his eyebrows disappeared, and his eyebrow ridges bulged out a lot."
Vegeta stood in thought. "That has never happened to me, Mirai Trunks, nor Kakkorotto. Odd. Whatever, tell me if Gohan dies. I'll be in the GR." The Saiyan Prince flew back out of the room.
I turned to look at Gohan. The innocence in his eyes and the cheer in his smile were gone, as they had been since the Cell Games. I set a robot to look after Gohan in my place, and to tell me if anything happens to Gohan, walked slowly to my room, and went to bed.
I can't believe that Goku and Chichi are dead. Plus, although I never had a chance to tell him, he will be living with me. Not that that is a bad thing.
Gohan is a sweet, caring, very courageous boy, and he's probably the only person in the world that is smarter than I am. I just can't imagine Gohan being anything less than peaceful, even if he was permanently blinded, or something. Even after I saw him at the Cell Games, standing there with blood rolling down his face. To me, he will always be that optimistic little four-year old kid wearing that hat with the four-star dragon ball on it that even turned Piccolo good.
I think that Gohan was the only person that really noticed my existence on Namek. He is also the only person to look past my bad temper and see the real me ever. And we'd all be dead ten times over if it weren't for him. If he hadn't disobeyed his father's wishes to take Piccolo and me off of the planet, Frieza would have taken advantage of when Goku was down, and destroyed it. Of course, it ended up blowing up anyway, but no one was on it when it blew up.
I'm sure that Gohan is mad at himself for Goku not wanting to come back to life, but I know that it's not his fault. It is Goku's fault. I think he cares about being powerful much more than he does about his own son. From what Mirai Trunks told me, Goku decided to stay dead because nearly all of the enemies that had nearly blown up the planet were after Goku, and that may be partially true. However, I think that Goku is actually using any means to reach new levels of power, even if it means being dead, he is just too ashamed to tell anyone. I think that he cares more about achieving that power than being with his family.
I don't know why I care about Vegeta. He is crude, uncouth, and a jerk. I think that he meant for me to simply be a one-night stand, but he couldn't leave when I became pregnant with Trunks. Not even he is that much of a prick. All he does all day is train in the GR, break the GR, harass me to fix the GR, eat, and sleep. He won't even sleep in the same bed as me. The only good thing that he has ever actually done is help to conceive Trunks. I'm not even sure if I even love him, or if he even loves me.
I felt a cold hand on my shoulder, shaking me. It was the robot that I set to get me if something happened to Gohan. Obviously something did. I ran down the narrow blue halls of Capsule Corp. and into the Emergency Room. There was a never-ending beep in the room. I search all over the room to find a cause for the annoying sound, but to no prevail. Finally I sat down on a chair, exhausted, and immediately see the obvious cause of the beep. A straight green line was running across the screen of the heart rate sensor. I could feel the salty tears running down my cheeks as I turn my head away.
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I really hope that all of the readers of this story enjoyed this chapter. I tried to make Gohan and Bulma as unOOC as possible. That is what I really think is going on in their heads. I hope all the readers like it.