Authors Note:
Alright, here is another chapter. This might be the last update for a week
or so; I have a side project I want to work on. (Another story in an epic
I've been working on, id post it on the site, but it's really based on me
and my friends, thus is filled with a lot of inside jokes and what not.) So
I might focus on that a little, but fear not, for this story is far from
forgotten.
Once again I would like to thank Mira for her exceptional reviews. Its small sparks like those that help illuminate my dark existence. I am happy that I have been able to affect you like that with my writing. It's refreshing to think that people can still have such impact on each other these days. And so again, I feel this chapter should be dedicated to you for it is reviews such as yours that compel me to write more.
One last thing I wanted to address . . . I read many fics as well as write them, and am getting quite sick and tired of people who just throw words on pages and call it a story. The reason my fictions can carry emotion, or why I feel that they can rather, is that for every single emotion I choose to convey, I search for the write words to properly express them. If you put your heart into something, and pour your feelings into it, then it cannot help but be exceptional. I had wanted to mention that earlier, but it slipped my mind I guess. Well, anyway. . . on to chapter 4.
Chapter 4
I wonder how she will react when she finds she can't beat me.
I tore through the air towards Capsule Corp; maybe Bulma would have news on that place today. My mind backtracked to Videl once more.
She seems to have an untold amount of pride. I don't think she's the type to admit defeat. Oh well, the Satan family could use a lesson in humility. I couldn't help but chuckle at that. But I suppose it's not her fault after all.
Still, it will be nice to spar with some one who doesn't know what I'm 'capable' of. I felt momentarily depressed for a moment. Father was right when he told me my power was a great gift. This gift is indeed capable of great things, but this 'gift' at times, comes with to much of a price.
The familiar sight of Capsule Corp was beginning to show in the horizon.
Upon approach I could feel that Vegeta had Trunks in the Gravity Room, maybe I'll join them after my talk with Bulma.
Why is it that such power exists in this world? Almost always this power leads to corruption and in the end, destruction. I flashed back to the two weeks I had disappeared for. I spent the entire time, slowly killing my self with training, desperately trying to rid my self of the energy I possessed. By the time I had finally made my way home, most of my ribs, as well as my left arm were broken. The left hand, bones actually shattered. Only a Senzu bean was able to save the hand. The blood loss had been extensive; Bulma had said if I hadn't been born a Sajin, I would have died. Its funny, so many things would be different if I hadn't been born a Sajin.
I finally landed on the lawn of CC. Making my way to the front door, I found it unlocked. Maybe Bulma had been expecting me. I found my way to the lab once again, and again Bulma was nowhere to be found. I heard a sort of cry come from the area of the GR room. It was neither a cry of pain nor anger. I started for it.
The site before me was semi-comical, semi-heartbreaking. Trunks stood in the door to the GR room, arms glued to the sides, while Vegeta was doing his best to push the boy out.
"But dad, I wan to train with you!" Trunks said, frustration in his voice
"Listen brat, I want you to leave me alone so I can train seriously for today. You are not fully at my level yet." Brat had an almost affectionate tone to it.
"But dad. . ."
"Out! NOW!" he flared his KI and Trunks was sent flying out of the room
"I don't think that was really necessary Vegeta. . ." I said disapprovingly as I helped Trunks to his feet.
"Don't sweat it Gohan, I don't need 'him' to train." Vegeta grunted at this and Trunks stormed off to an unknown part of CC
"Ok then. Well Vegeta, maybe I can stand to your level then?"
"Well Gohan, come to receive a beating once more?" It had been nearly six months since we last sparred. My head hadn't been fully in it; Vegeta thrashed me pretty bad that day.
"No, actually I came to talk to Bulma. She is hopefully preparing a place for me in the city near my school."
"Is she?" Vegeta gave me a half-smirk, half taunt look
"Yes, is she around?"
"She should be back shortly."
"Ok, then in the mean time a fight would do me some good. You still have my Gi right?"
"Its in the hall, three doors down. Be quick about it."
I walked a little ways down the hall till the desired door was before me. Opening it, I saw a small closet. A single shelf was nestled between the walls, on it my Gi laid folded neatly. I took the garment and found a bathroom a few feet away. I entered and changed.
Once clothed, I looked at my self in the mirror. There was the accustomed frown again. The Gi was simple enough. Black pants, black belt, and a black top with a dark blue undershirt. It was actually a combined gift from Piccolo and Dende. Piccolo presented it to me at my last birthday.
----Flashback----
"Gohan. Listen to me. You are a true hero kid. So Dende and I thought you should have this. It's a Gi Gohan, unlike most others. It is stronger than most alloys, and it can even repair itself. Its one of a kind, just like you kid" He had said in his usual gruff tone
----End Flashback----
I looked in the mirror one last time, taking off the chain from my neck and laying it onto my other clothes. I stepped out of the bathroom and into the hall. I proceeded to the GR room.
Entering, I stepped up to the console where Vegeta stood. The door closed behind me.
"How much." Vegeta said rather curtly.
"Doesn't matter I guess."
"Very well . . ." He set it to 300 times earths normal gravity
The sound of the machine filled the room; I could instantly feel the gravity begin to tug on me. Around 200, Vegeta and I both went Super-Sajin. When the machine stopped, we walked a few paces away, and took our fighting stances.
He lunged first, but I parried his right, ducking down and coming up with a nee in his midsection. He bent over in pain, only to snap his head up, catching me in the face. I stepped backwards, momentarily stunned, and in an instant Vegeta had his fist in my stomach. I landed on the wall of the room. Vegeta flew at me, leg extended. I caught his foot just in time, swinging him into the side. I'm sure the thud echoed through all of CC.
I flipped backwards, readying my self as Vegeta pulled himself to his feet. He phased out, reappearing to my side. Faster than I could react he kicked at my nee, dropping me to one. He swung his fist down at me, but I met it with my own. The force of the two blows caused a crash of power to echo through out the room.
As he swung down with his left, I rolled to the right, causing him to miss. Before he could recover, I had planted my fist in the side of his face, dropping him. He muttered something undeterminable has he stood. Again we took are stances. We rushed each other this time meeting in a duel of strength. Who could bend the others grip first. In the end he won, flipping me over on my back fallowing by driving his nee into my midsection as I lay sprawled on the floor.
"Alright, that's enough you two." Bulma's face appeared on the monitor
"What do you want woman? We are trying to spar here."
"I happen to want to speak to Gohan, if it doesn't bother his royal pain-in- the-ass to much."
I snickered at that one, Vegeta shot me a look and I stopped.
| Woman! |
| Yes Vegeta? |
| Dam you woman, if it wasn't for this infernal bond I'd. . . |
| You would do nothing Vegeta and you know it. . . |
| . . . |
"Gohan, please clean up and come to my lab, I want to talk with you about your house in Satan city."
"Ok, I'll be there soon. Sorry Vegeta."
He looked rather irritated so I just left the GR room. Hey, had Bulma said 'My' house? I put the idea on hold, and made my way back to the bathroom.
I changed back to my normal outfit, placing the chain around my neck once again. I stepped out, Vegeta stood before me.
"I know you can do better than that."
"What do you mean Vegeta?"
"Please boy. . . I know fully well what your strength is. Why do you insist on hiding it? Such behavior is shameful of a Sajin and a warrior."
I didn't answer him, just looked down at the floor.
"Kakkarot would not want you to behave in such a way."
| Vegeta! You leave that poor boy alone. |
| Bulma, it is about time this state of his has ended. So I'm going to end it for him. |
| You will do no such thing. ChiChi and I have a plan for that. Just send him to the lab. |
| Very well woman . . . |
"Gohan . . . just go to the lab."
I was about to walk away, but he grabbed the chain on my neck.
"Remember Gohan." He said simply, then walked back in to the GR room
I headed to the lab again stopping only to return my GI to the shelf in the closet. Bulma was sitting at her desk, face buried in papers and folders.
"Sit down Gohan." She said, not lifting her head from the papers.
I sat, still not saying anything
"I spoke to ChiChi today. She was a little upset and worried about the idea."
I lowered my head; waiting for the negative answer I knew was coming
"But overall, she thought it would be good for you. So you can move into it anytime you want. I just need to go over the final plans with you about the design."
I snapped my head up once what had been said registered
"You mean she said I can move out?!"
"Yes Gohan. Now, look at this." She handed me a document resembling a blueprint
The house was huge, eighteen rooms. Three beds, two baths, two living rooms, a segmented basement with four different rooms. A pool hose on the side of the house with jacuzzi and an indoor pool. A large kitchen and dining room. Huge attic. What looked like a rather large game room of sorts, a big library, and what looked like a large GR room. I just stared down at the design.
"Do you like it?"
"Like it?" Bulma its perfect!" I'm sure there was an unusual amount of excitement in my voice
"Good, its yours Gohan. Just move in when you like."
"Wow Bulma, I don't know how to thank you."
"Gohan, you don't need to. Like I said, you and your father have saved me more times than I can remember. This is just a small part of what I owe you."
I gave her a small smile and kind of scratched the back of my head. She laughed a little.
"Ha Ha, you look so much like Goku when you do that."
My smile faded . . .
"Oh, Gohan, I'm sorry, I didn't mean . . ."
"No, its ok Bulma, you didn't do anything." Yeah, I am the one to blame here . . . I felt almost sick
"I should be getting home Bulma. Got to start packing, and I have to meet my friend early tomorrow.
"Oh, so Son Gohan has a friend now? See told ya that school would be good for you." She said, self praise evident in her voice
I rolled my eyes at her
"By the way, do you think I could barrow some capsules for my stuff?"
"Sure thing. Also, take these."
She reached into the top drawer of her desk, producing a pack of 12 or so capsules along with a set of keys, they appeared to be labeled, and a sheet of paper with the address on it.. She tossed them to me. I caught them and stood. I was about to walk out the door, but one more thing came to mind
"Hey, Bulma?"
"Yes Gohan?"
"How am I going to pay for all the stuff I need? Things like food and clothes."
"Oh, I almost forgot. CC is covering the bill for your stay there. Under one condition that is."
"What's that?"
"Well, two really. One is from your mom and I, and the other is from Vegeta. First, you must go too no less than 2 social type events each week. We don't care what, just socialize Gohan, please? Ok, second, Vegeta wants you to train in the GR room at your maximum no less than three times a week. Is that understood?"
I debated for a moment
"Ok Bulma, no problem. I promise I will do that."
"Good, now get out of here. You know how your mother is."
I cringed as I began the mental preparation I needed for the battle that awaited me at home.
"Right . . . Ok, thanks again Bulma. Bye." I ran out the door.
"Bye Gohan!"
I ran through the halls of CC. I was just about to head into the main hall when Trunks stopped me.
"Hi Gohan."
"Hey Trunks."
"I heard you and mom talking, can I check out your new house?"
"Sure kid, but not till I'm all set up there. Tell ya what; next weekend you and Goten can spend the whole day with me."
"Really? Cool! Thanks Gohan."
"No problem. Well, I have to go Trunks."
"Whys that?"
"Well, you know my mom. . ." Trunks turned an ashen color
"Yeah, I remember when me and Goten broke the stove when we were playing, my ears still hurt."
"Exactly. So I'm going to get going."
"Alright. Good luck then."
"Thanks . . ."
I made my way out the front door and jetted into the sky. I flew fast, but not too fast. I can't believe I'm going to have a place of my own. Wow, this is going to be great. I just hope mom is taking this well like Bulma said. I almost forgot. I have to be at the school tomorrow to meet Videl.
Well, that will be fun. Its going to be nice to get to hang out with some one my age for a change. I better be careful how I handle that one. Hmmm. . . I'm going to have to talk to Goten. Don't want him slipping and showing his strength. And then there is mom, what am I going to do when she finds out that Videl is a girl, and further more, Hercules daughter. I frowned subconsciously. Well, maybe for a change I will just tell her what I think. Right, then when she starts throwing things I can run for my life. Oh well, it has to be done.
I could see home approaching. I quickened my pace, better to get this over and done with. I landed and entered the house, going directly to the kitchen. As I suspected, mom was in the initial preparations for dinner. I was about to speak, but she beat me to it.
"You know Gohan, this is a big step for you. I trust you will be ok on your own. Right?"
"Of course mom."
"Good, now go upstairs and do your home work."
Wow, that's it, I was expecting an emotional tirade in some form or another . . . well, I still might get one yet . . .
"Umm. . . mom?"
"Yes dear?"
"Is it ok if I have a friend over to train with tomorrow?" I said, a little more timidly then I meant to
"I don't see any reason why not."
"Great, thanks mom." I hurriedly turned to walk away
"Hold it."
I turned to look back at her.
"And just what is your friends name? Are they in your class?"
"Yes, they are in my class, And, ummm. . . Their name is Videl."
I could see her mind do its mental calculations as she eyed me down
"Is that, that girl you were talking about yesterday?"
"Yes mom."
She gave me a look that I had a hard time describing, but it most closely resembled one of amusement
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Ok, I don't have a problem with you bringing girls home Gohan. In fact, I'm relieved. I was actually a little worried you would have a hard time socializing. But I can see now that wont be a problem."
I stared in semi-shock. Is this my mother? I don't recognize her at the moment. She turned to go back to preparing dinner.
"Well, there is one more thing you should know."
"What's that dear?" Her back was still to me
"Her last name is Satan" I could here her drop whatever she had been holding
"As in . . ." Ok, that's the mother I remembered. I hate when she uses that tone
"Yes mom, as in Hercule Satan."
"ABSOLUTELY NOT! No lineage of that animal is going to step one foot inside my home."
"But mom. She . . . "
"No buts young man. You sacrificed so much to save us. Your father even gave his life. And that man stole the respect of the whole planet from you and your father, even after all you gave."
I looked down at the ground.
"She doesn't know mom, you can't blame her. I can tell she is a better person than that anyway."
"Oh, why is this?"
"Well, first off, she is probably the strongest woman on the planet, she may even be stronger than you. Second, she is the town hero, she risks her life every day to help people simply because she can."
She seemed to debate this for a second.
"Is she really that strong?"
"Yes, she really is."
"Ok, if she has earned your respect, then there must be something good about her. Ok, she can come. But I don't want to here or see anything about that fool of a man. Do you understand me?"
"Yes mom."
"Good, then go upstairs and do your home work."
"Ok mom." Best not to argue, go, now
I made my way upstairs, and into my room, collapsing on my bed. All in all, it went better than I thought. At least she didn't throw anything at me this time. I remember when she caught me with the toaster; I had a mark for a week . . .
I finished my homework in no time; it was a lower form of calculus, simple enough. I heard mom yell my name so I went downstairs. I guess dinner was ready.
When I got downstairs, I could scarcely believe my eyes. I don't remember my mom ever cooking so much food. There must have been at least one of all of my favorite dishes. Goten sat at the end of the table, I could tell he was barely able to contain himself.
"Sit down Gohan" Mom looked a little more dressed up than usual
I sat, a puzzled expression probably written all over my face. Mom sat down at the other end of the table, opposite Goten.
"Why so much food mom?"
"Well Gohan, this could very well be one of your last dinner at home, so I figured I would make it special."
I gave her a genuine smile
"Thanks mom."
She smiled back
"Can we eat now?" Goten had his eyes glued on the food
"Goten, sometimes you're to much like your father . . ."
Mom kind of had a reminiscent smile on. I just stared at the plate in front of me. I had forgotten about the ache in my heart today, but now the familiar pain was back, numbing my thoughts.
"Gohan?"
"What's up squirt?" I said, probably sounding a little depressed.
"Gohan, why is this your last dinner? Aren't you going to be hungry?" I couldn't help but smile
"Sweetie, Gohan is going to be moving. He is going to live in the city near his school."
I could see the tears form in Goten's eyes
"But I don't want you to go . . ." He was barely holding them back now
"Hey, don't worry squirt, I'll be back here often, and besides, you can take nimbus and come see me any time. Ok?"
"*sniff* ok." The tears were drying a little, but still threatening
"Goten, its ok. Gohan wont be to far away, and besides, now you can have a room all to your self." Mom usually knows the right things to say
"Really?" He seemed to cheer up a little
"Yup"
"Ok, I guess he an go, but only if I get to visit."
"Of course you can sweetie." Mom gave me a smile
The rest of dinner passed by. I don't think I've eaten that much in quite some time. I eventually found my self in my room, just staring at the ceiling. I was once again running through the day's events. Tomorrow is going to be interesting. I've also got to start getting my stuff packed.
I feel bad about leaving. Goten has almost looked up to me as a father, and once again I am taking that role away from him . . . Why can't father be here to watch over mom and Goten when I leave? I rolled over to my side, unable to sit still in that position any more.
I looked out the window to the left of my bed; the stars were out. I blinked a couple times as I saw one fall. I could only think of one thing I wanted.
"Father, I wish more than anything for you to be here with us."
I let out a deep sigh as the star passed from my vision. I closed my eyes. I must have drifted off, because the next thing that registered with my senses was the sound of my alarm clock.
A/N: Alright, another chapter done. If you noticed, I added some thought speech, indicated by | blah blah blah | . I am a BIG fan of bond mates. To me, there is not a more romantic concept on earth, then two people joined for life, able to share everything, and only be able to be separated by death. Right, well, thanks again Mira-san. And thank you everyone who has reviewed so far.
Oops, I kind of goofed a little, small mistake. I forgot in chapter two that I had had Gohan mention to ChiChi that Videl was a girl. So I changed the dialog a little to cover it. Sorry bout that. I also only caught the mistake because of something Mira-san had said in her review. So thanks to her once again lol.
Once again I would like to thank Mira for her exceptional reviews. Its small sparks like those that help illuminate my dark existence. I am happy that I have been able to affect you like that with my writing. It's refreshing to think that people can still have such impact on each other these days. And so again, I feel this chapter should be dedicated to you for it is reviews such as yours that compel me to write more.
One last thing I wanted to address . . . I read many fics as well as write them, and am getting quite sick and tired of people who just throw words on pages and call it a story. The reason my fictions can carry emotion, or why I feel that they can rather, is that for every single emotion I choose to convey, I search for the write words to properly express them. If you put your heart into something, and pour your feelings into it, then it cannot help but be exceptional. I had wanted to mention that earlier, but it slipped my mind I guess. Well, anyway. . . on to chapter 4.
Chapter 4
I wonder how she will react when she finds she can't beat me.
I tore through the air towards Capsule Corp; maybe Bulma would have news on that place today. My mind backtracked to Videl once more.
She seems to have an untold amount of pride. I don't think she's the type to admit defeat. Oh well, the Satan family could use a lesson in humility. I couldn't help but chuckle at that. But I suppose it's not her fault after all.
Still, it will be nice to spar with some one who doesn't know what I'm 'capable' of. I felt momentarily depressed for a moment. Father was right when he told me my power was a great gift. This gift is indeed capable of great things, but this 'gift' at times, comes with to much of a price.
The familiar sight of Capsule Corp was beginning to show in the horizon.
Upon approach I could feel that Vegeta had Trunks in the Gravity Room, maybe I'll join them after my talk with Bulma.
Why is it that such power exists in this world? Almost always this power leads to corruption and in the end, destruction. I flashed back to the two weeks I had disappeared for. I spent the entire time, slowly killing my self with training, desperately trying to rid my self of the energy I possessed. By the time I had finally made my way home, most of my ribs, as well as my left arm were broken. The left hand, bones actually shattered. Only a Senzu bean was able to save the hand. The blood loss had been extensive; Bulma had said if I hadn't been born a Sajin, I would have died. Its funny, so many things would be different if I hadn't been born a Sajin.
I finally landed on the lawn of CC. Making my way to the front door, I found it unlocked. Maybe Bulma had been expecting me. I found my way to the lab once again, and again Bulma was nowhere to be found. I heard a sort of cry come from the area of the GR room. It was neither a cry of pain nor anger. I started for it.
The site before me was semi-comical, semi-heartbreaking. Trunks stood in the door to the GR room, arms glued to the sides, while Vegeta was doing his best to push the boy out.
"But dad, I wan to train with you!" Trunks said, frustration in his voice
"Listen brat, I want you to leave me alone so I can train seriously for today. You are not fully at my level yet." Brat had an almost affectionate tone to it.
"But dad. . ."
"Out! NOW!" he flared his KI and Trunks was sent flying out of the room
"I don't think that was really necessary Vegeta. . ." I said disapprovingly as I helped Trunks to his feet.
"Don't sweat it Gohan, I don't need 'him' to train." Vegeta grunted at this and Trunks stormed off to an unknown part of CC
"Ok then. Well Vegeta, maybe I can stand to your level then?"
"Well Gohan, come to receive a beating once more?" It had been nearly six months since we last sparred. My head hadn't been fully in it; Vegeta thrashed me pretty bad that day.
"No, actually I came to talk to Bulma. She is hopefully preparing a place for me in the city near my school."
"Is she?" Vegeta gave me a half-smirk, half taunt look
"Yes, is she around?"
"She should be back shortly."
"Ok, then in the mean time a fight would do me some good. You still have my Gi right?"
"Its in the hall, three doors down. Be quick about it."
I walked a little ways down the hall till the desired door was before me. Opening it, I saw a small closet. A single shelf was nestled between the walls, on it my Gi laid folded neatly. I took the garment and found a bathroom a few feet away. I entered and changed.
Once clothed, I looked at my self in the mirror. There was the accustomed frown again. The Gi was simple enough. Black pants, black belt, and a black top with a dark blue undershirt. It was actually a combined gift from Piccolo and Dende. Piccolo presented it to me at my last birthday.
----Flashback----
"Gohan. Listen to me. You are a true hero kid. So Dende and I thought you should have this. It's a Gi Gohan, unlike most others. It is stronger than most alloys, and it can even repair itself. Its one of a kind, just like you kid" He had said in his usual gruff tone
----End Flashback----
I looked in the mirror one last time, taking off the chain from my neck and laying it onto my other clothes. I stepped out of the bathroom and into the hall. I proceeded to the GR room.
Entering, I stepped up to the console where Vegeta stood. The door closed behind me.
"How much." Vegeta said rather curtly.
"Doesn't matter I guess."
"Very well . . ." He set it to 300 times earths normal gravity
The sound of the machine filled the room; I could instantly feel the gravity begin to tug on me. Around 200, Vegeta and I both went Super-Sajin. When the machine stopped, we walked a few paces away, and took our fighting stances.
He lunged first, but I parried his right, ducking down and coming up with a nee in his midsection. He bent over in pain, only to snap his head up, catching me in the face. I stepped backwards, momentarily stunned, and in an instant Vegeta had his fist in my stomach. I landed on the wall of the room. Vegeta flew at me, leg extended. I caught his foot just in time, swinging him into the side. I'm sure the thud echoed through all of CC.
I flipped backwards, readying my self as Vegeta pulled himself to his feet. He phased out, reappearing to my side. Faster than I could react he kicked at my nee, dropping me to one. He swung his fist down at me, but I met it with my own. The force of the two blows caused a crash of power to echo through out the room.
As he swung down with his left, I rolled to the right, causing him to miss. Before he could recover, I had planted my fist in the side of his face, dropping him. He muttered something undeterminable has he stood. Again we took are stances. We rushed each other this time meeting in a duel of strength. Who could bend the others grip first. In the end he won, flipping me over on my back fallowing by driving his nee into my midsection as I lay sprawled on the floor.
"Alright, that's enough you two." Bulma's face appeared on the monitor
"What do you want woman? We are trying to spar here."
"I happen to want to speak to Gohan, if it doesn't bother his royal pain-in- the-ass to much."
I snickered at that one, Vegeta shot me a look and I stopped.
| Woman! |
| Yes Vegeta? |
| Dam you woman, if it wasn't for this infernal bond I'd. . . |
| You would do nothing Vegeta and you know it. . . |
| . . . |
"Gohan, please clean up and come to my lab, I want to talk with you about your house in Satan city."
"Ok, I'll be there soon. Sorry Vegeta."
He looked rather irritated so I just left the GR room. Hey, had Bulma said 'My' house? I put the idea on hold, and made my way back to the bathroom.
I changed back to my normal outfit, placing the chain around my neck once again. I stepped out, Vegeta stood before me.
"I know you can do better than that."
"What do you mean Vegeta?"
"Please boy. . . I know fully well what your strength is. Why do you insist on hiding it? Such behavior is shameful of a Sajin and a warrior."
I didn't answer him, just looked down at the floor.
"Kakkarot would not want you to behave in such a way."
| Vegeta! You leave that poor boy alone. |
| Bulma, it is about time this state of his has ended. So I'm going to end it for him. |
| You will do no such thing. ChiChi and I have a plan for that. Just send him to the lab. |
| Very well woman . . . |
"Gohan . . . just go to the lab."
I was about to walk away, but he grabbed the chain on my neck.
"Remember Gohan." He said simply, then walked back in to the GR room
I headed to the lab again stopping only to return my GI to the shelf in the closet. Bulma was sitting at her desk, face buried in papers and folders.
"Sit down Gohan." She said, not lifting her head from the papers.
I sat, still not saying anything
"I spoke to ChiChi today. She was a little upset and worried about the idea."
I lowered my head; waiting for the negative answer I knew was coming
"But overall, she thought it would be good for you. So you can move into it anytime you want. I just need to go over the final plans with you about the design."
I snapped my head up once what had been said registered
"You mean she said I can move out?!"
"Yes Gohan. Now, look at this." She handed me a document resembling a blueprint
The house was huge, eighteen rooms. Three beds, two baths, two living rooms, a segmented basement with four different rooms. A pool hose on the side of the house with jacuzzi and an indoor pool. A large kitchen and dining room. Huge attic. What looked like a rather large game room of sorts, a big library, and what looked like a large GR room. I just stared down at the design.
"Do you like it?"
"Like it?" Bulma its perfect!" I'm sure there was an unusual amount of excitement in my voice
"Good, its yours Gohan. Just move in when you like."
"Wow Bulma, I don't know how to thank you."
"Gohan, you don't need to. Like I said, you and your father have saved me more times than I can remember. This is just a small part of what I owe you."
I gave her a small smile and kind of scratched the back of my head. She laughed a little.
"Ha Ha, you look so much like Goku when you do that."
My smile faded . . .
"Oh, Gohan, I'm sorry, I didn't mean . . ."
"No, its ok Bulma, you didn't do anything." Yeah, I am the one to blame here . . . I felt almost sick
"I should be getting home Bulma. Got to start packing, and I have to meet my friend early tomorrow.
"Oh, so Son Gohan has a friend now? See told ya that school would be good for you." She said, self praise evident in her voice
I rolled my eyes at her
"By the way, do you think I could barrow some capsules for my stuff?"
"Sure thing. Also, take these."
She reached into the top drawer of her desk, producing a pack of 12 or so capsules along with a set of keys, they appeared to be labeled, and a sheet of paper with the address on it.. She tossed them to me. I caught them and stood. I was about to walk out the door, but one more thing came to mind
"Hey, Bulma?"
"Yes Gohan?"
"How am I going to pay for all the stuff I need? Things like food and clothes."
"Oh, I almost forgot. CC is covering the bill for your stay there. Under one condition that is."
"What's that?"
"Well, two really. One is from your mom and I, and the other is from Vegeta. First, you must go too no less than 2 social type events each week. We don't care what, just socialize Gohan, please? Ok, second, Vegeta wants you to train in the GR room at your maximum no less than three times a week. Is that understood?"
I debated for a moment
"Ok Bulma, no problem. I promise I will do that."
"Good, now get out of here. You know how your mother is."
I cringed as I began the mental preparation I needed for the battle that awaited me at home.
"Right . . . Ok, thanks again Bulma. Bye." I ran out the door.
"Bye Gohan!"
I ran through the halls of CC. I was just about to head into the main hall when Trunks stopped me.
"Hi Gohan."
"Hey Trunks."
"I heard you and mom talking, can I check out your new house?"
"Sure kid, but not till I'm all set up there. Tell ya what; next weekend you and Goten can spend the whole day with me."
"Really? Cool! Thanks Gohan."
"No problem. Well, I have to go Trunks."
"Whys that?"
"Well, you know my mom. . ." Trunks turned an ashen color
"Yeah, I remember when me and Goten broke the stove when we were playing, my ears still hurt."
"Exactly. So I'm going to get going."
"Alright. Good luck then."
"Thanks . . ."
I made my way out the front door and jetted into the sky. I flew fast, but not too fast. I can't believe I'm going to have a place of my own. Wow, this is going to be great. I just hope mom is taking this well like Bulma said. I almost forgot. I have to be at the school tomorrow to meet Videl.
Well, that will be fun. Its going to be nice to get to hang out with some one my age for a change. I better be careful how I handle that one. Hmmm. . . I'm going to have to talk to Goten. Don't want him slipping and showing his strength. And then there is mom, what am I going to do when she finds out that Videl is a girl, and further more, Hercules daughter. I frowned subconsciously. Well, maybe for a change I will just tell her what I think. Right, then when she starts throwing things I can run for my life. Oh well, it has to be done.
I could see home approaching. I quickened my pace, better to get this over and done with. I landed and entered the house, going directly to the kitchen. As I suspected, mom was in the initial preparations for dinner. I was about to speak, but she beat me to it.
"You know Gohan, this is a big step for you. I trust you will be ok on your own. Right?"
"Of course mom."
"Good, now go upstairs and do your home work."
Wow, that's it, I was expecting an emotional tirade in some form or another . . . well, I still might get one yet . . .
"Umm. . . mom?"
"Yes dear?"
"Is it ok if I have a friend over to train with tomorrow?" I said, a little more timidly then I meant to
"I don't see any reason why not."
"Great, thanks mom." I hurriedly turned to walk away
"Hold it."
I turned to look back at her.
"And just what is your friends name? Are they in your class?"
"Yes, they are in my class, And, ummm. . . Their name is Videl."
I could see her mind do its mental calculations as she eyed me down
"Is that, that girl you were talking about yesterday?"
"Yes mom."
She gave me a look that I had a hard time describing, but it most closely resembled one of amusement
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Ok, I don't have a problem with you bringing girls home Gohan. In fact, I'm relieved. I was actually a little worried you would have a hard time socializing. But I can see now that wont be a problem."
I stared in semi-shock. Is this my mother? I don't recognize her at the moment. She turned to go back to preparing dinner.
"Well, there is one more thing you should know."
"What's that dear?" Her back was still to me
"Her last name is Satan" I could here her drop whatever she had been holding
"As in . . ." Ok, that's the mother I remembered. I hate when she uses that tone
"Yes mom, as in Hercule Satan."
"ABSOLUTELY NOT! No lineage of that animal is going to step one foot inside my home."
"But mom. She . . . "
"No buts young man. You sacrificed so much to save us. Your father even gave his life. And that man stole the respect of the whole planet from you and your father, even after all you gave."
I looked down at the ground.
"She doesn't know mom, you can't blame her. I can tell she is a better person than that anyway."
"Oh, why is this?"
"Well, first off, she is probably the strongest woman on the planet, she may even be stronger than you. Second, she is the town hero, she risks her life every day to help people simply because she can."
She seemed to debate this for a second.
"Is she really that strong?"
"Yes, she really is."
"Ok, if she has earned your respect, then there must be something good about her. Ok, she can come. But I don't want to here or see anything about that fool of a man. Do you understand me?"
"Yes mom."
"Good, then go upstairs and do your home work."
"Ok mom." Best not to argue, go, now
I made my way upstairs, and into my room, collapsing on my bed. All in all, it went better than I thought. At least she didn't throw anything at me this time. I remember when she caught me with the toaster; I had a mark for a week . . .
I finished my homework in no time; it was a lower form of calculus, simple enough. I heard mom yell my name so I went downstairs. I guess dinner was ready.
When I got downstairs, I could scarcely believe my eyes. I don't remember my mom ever cooking so much food. There must have been at least one of all of my favorite dishes. Goten sat at the end of the table, I could tell he was barely able to contain himself.
"Sit down Gohan" Mom looked a little more dressed up than usual
I sat, a puzzled expression probably written all over my face. Mom sat down at the other end of the table, opposite Goten.
"Why so much food mom?"
"Well Gohan, this could very well be one of your last dinner at home, so I figured I would make it special."
I gave her a genuine smile
"Thanks mom."
She smiled back
"Can we eat now?" Goten had his eyes glued on the food
"Goten, sometimes you're to much like your father . . ."
Mom kind of had a reminiscent smile on. I just stared at the plate in front of me. I had forgotten about the ache in my heart today, but now the familiar pain was back, numbing my thoughts.
"Gohan?"
"What's up squirt?" I said, probably sounding a little depressed.
"Gohan, why is this your last dinner? Aren't you going to be hungry?" I couldn't help but smile
"Sweetie, Gohan is going to be moving. He is going to live in the city near his school."
I could see the tears form in Goten's eyes
"But I don't want you to go . . ." He was barely holding them back now
"Hey, don't worry squirt, I'll be back here often, and besides, you can take nimbus and come see me any time. Ok?"
"*sniff* ok." The tears were drying a little, but still threatening
"Goten, its ok. Gohan wont be to far away, and besides, now you can have a room all to your self." Mom usually knows the right things to say
"Really?" He seemed to cheer up a little
"Yup"
"Ok, I guess he an go, but only if I get to visit."
"Of course you can sweetie." Mom gave me a smile
The rest of dinner passed by. I don't think I've eaten that much in quite some time. I eventually found my self in my room, just staring at the ceiling. I was once again running through the day's events. Tomorrow is going to be interesting. I've also got to start getting my stuff packed.
I feel bad about leaving. Goten has almost looked up to me as a father, and once again I am taking that role away from him . . . Why can't father be here to watch over mom and Goten when I leave? I rolled over to my side, unable to sit still in that position any more.
I looked out the window to the left of my bed; the stars were out. I blinked a couple times as I saw one fall. I could only think of one thing I wanted.
"Father, I wish more than anything for you to be here with us."
I let out a deep sigh as the star passed from my vision. I closed my eyes. I must have drifted off, because the next thing that registered with my senses was the sound of my alarm clock.
A/N: Alright, another chapter done. If you noticed, I added some thought speech, indicated by | blah blah blah | . I am a BIG fan of bond mates. To me, there is not a more romantic concept on earth, then two people joined for life, able to share everything, and only be able to be separated by death. Right, well, thanks again Mira-san. And thank you everyone who has reviewed so far.
Oops, I kind of goofed a little, small mistake. I forgot in chapter two that I had had Gohan mention to ChiChi that Videl was a girl. So I changed the dialog a little to cover it. Sorry bout that. I also only caught the mistake because of something Mira-san had said in her review. So thanks to her once again lol.