SSJ3 MT says: Here it is!! Your second, and hopefully long enough,
chapter!!
"Gohan, can you hear me?" Sang out Goten's cheerful and optimistic voice. "Wanna sp-"
"No!" Gohan moaned, and started to cry from the pain in his head. Things had never hurt him this much. "Go away Goten, or I'll blast you. Don't tell ma, or I'll blast you. Got it squirt?" He regretted it as soon as he said it.
Goten looked taken aback. He gave a shudder and a small cry, then ran out of the room with a slam of the door.
Gohan cringed. The throbbing in his head continued, with worse pain.
A small breeze gently blew through the open window.
"Hey, brat."
Gohan sighed, and rolled his eyes. "What, Piccolo?"
"Do you want something for your headache?"
Gohan frantically wiped the tears off of his warm, red face. "What headache?"
"I'm not stupid Gohan. You sense my pain, and I sense your pain. Tell me," Piccolo demanded, although with a kind tone. He pulled the window open further, and leaned inside, and leaned in as far as he could with his weighted clothes.
Gohan sighed. Piccolo was right. He could sense anything from him. "Can you ask Bulma for something?"
"Yes."
"Tell her that Gohan needs more pills. She'll understand. When she gives you a bottle, bring it straight back to me," Gohan said tiredly.
Piccolo turned on his heal, and walked a bit. He glanced behind him and took off toward West City.
"Trunks!" Bulma shreiked. "Give those back right now you little-"
The doorbell rang loudly, and rang over and over.
She swatted Trunks' head, grabbed her panties and threw them into her open drawer on her dresser, and ran to the door, where the doorbell was being rung countless times. Probably Goten again. She opened it, and instead found a seven-foot-tall green man looking down at her. "Hello Piccolo," she said pleasantly.
"Gohan said that he needed more pills," Piccolo stated, swishing his white cape a little. He thrust out a hand the size of a normal sized dinner plate.
Bulma's eye grew wide. "A-again?" She stuttered in disbelief. Then she decided to shrug it off. She reached into her pocket and handed him a blue bottle. "Those are the pills. Give them straight back to Gohan, and tell him to take it easy this time!"
Piccolo nodded curtly. "Okay, Bulma." He shut his hand, and flew in the other direction, looking at the humans below like a child would look at an ant mound. He flew for half and hour or so, and landed in front of the log cabin.
Gohan was asleep, and his face was flushed.
Piccolo whispered, "Gohan!"
Gohan stirred. He opened his eyes, and then focused intently on Piccolo. "Hi Piccolo."
"I have your pills," Piccolo informed him. He gently tossed the bottle to Gohan.
Gohan smiled, then refocused on Piccolo. "Thank you, Piccolo-san."
"Anytime, Gohan," said Piccolo fondly, tapping his foot on the grass. "Is there anything else you need?"
Gohan shook his head and opened the cap of the bottle with a snapping sound. "No, there's not Piccolo. Thank you." He fished out a small white pill and swollowed them dry. The majority of the pain, again, disappeared.
"Glad to help." Piccolo started to walk away to go meditate by the waterfall. Gohan's gonna die. Gohan is going to die. Gohan is going to die. Gohan is going to die. Gohan is going to die.Gohan is- Piccolo stopped. NO! He told himself firmly. Gohan is not going to die.
But it already felt like there was a hole in his heart.
"Gohan, can you hear me?" Sang out Goten's cheerful and optimistic voice. "Wanna sp-"
"No!" Gohan moaned, and started to cry from the pain in his head. Things had never hurt him this much. "Go away Goten, or I'll blast you. Don't tell ma, or I'll blast you. Got it squirt?" He regretted it as soon as he said it.
Goten looked taken aback. He gave a shudder and a small cry, then ran out of the room with a slam of the door.
Gohan cringed. The throbbing in his head continued, with worse pain.
A small breeze gently blew through the open window.
"Hey, brat."
Gohan sighed, and rolled his eyes. "What, Piccolo?"
"Do you want something for your headache?"
Gohan frantically wiped the tears off of his warm, red face. "What headache?"
"I'm not stupid Gohan. You sense my pain, and I sense your pain. Tell me," Piccolo demanded, although with a kind tone. He pulled the window open further, and leaned inside, and leaned in as far as he could with his weighted clothes.
Gohan sighed. Piccolo was right. He could sense anything from him. "Can you ask Bulma for something?"
"Yes."
"Tell her that Gohan needs more pills. She'll understand. When she gives you a bottle, bring it straight back to me," Gohan said tiredly.
Piccolo turned on his heal, and walked a bit. He glanced behind him and took off toward West City.
"Trunks!" Bulma shreiked. "Give those back right now you little-"
The doorbell rang loudly, and rang over and over.
She swatted Trunks' head, grabbed her panties and threw them into her open drawer on her dresser, and ran to the door, where the doorbell was being rung countless times. Probably Goten again. She opened it, and instead found a seven-foot-tall green man looking down at her. "Hello Piccolo," she said pleasantly.
"Gohan said that he needed more pills," Piccolo stated, swishing his white cape a little. He thrust out a hand the size of a normal sized dinner plate.
Bulma's eye grew wide. "A-again?" She stuttered in disbelief. Then she decided to shrug it off. She reached into her pocket and handed him a blue bottle. "Those are the pills. Give them straight back to Gohan, and tell him to take it easy this time!"
Piccolo nodded curtly. "Okay, Bulma." He shut his hand, and flew in the other direction, looking at the humans below like a child would look at an ant mound. He flew for half and hour or so, and landed in front of the log cabin.
Gohan was asleep, and his face was flushed.
Piccolo whispered, "Gohan!"
Gohan stirred. He opened his eyes, and then focused intently on Piccolo. "Hi Piccolo."
"I have your pills," Piccolo informed him. He gently tossed the bottle to Gohan.
Gohan smiled, then refocused on Piccolo. "Thank you, Piccolo-san."
"Anytime, Gohan," said Piccolo fondly, tapping his foot on the grass. "Is there anything else you need?"
Gohan shook his head and opened the cap of the bottle with a snapping sound. "No, there's not Piccolo. Thank you." He fished out a small white pill and swollowed them dry. The majority of the pain, again, disappeared.
"Glad to help." Piccolo started to walk away to go meditate by the waterfall. Gohan's gonna die. Gohan is going to die. Gohan is going to die. Gohan is going to die. Gohan is going to die.Gohan is- Piccolo stopped. NO! He told himself firmly. Gohan is not going to die.
But it already felt like there was a hole in his heart.