A/n: Thanks for those of you who reviewed. Here is another chapter straight from my strange and very little mind right to my computer. There is little to no action in this chapter and it is short, but I thought I should include it. Hopes you enjoy it!

Life without Goku

Gohan sat on his bed, a single tear making its way down his face. He wiped it off quickly with the back of his right hand, then stood up and looked out his window. It had been about a year since the battle on Namek. About a year since he had lost his father. But that wasn't the worst part of it all. He knew his father wasn't dead. As soon as they got back home they had wished everyone who had been killed by Frieza alive and back to earth, but he hadn't shown up. But even before the wish was made Gohan knew he wasn't dead. The night after the explosion he had known that. He had traveled to the otherworld, yet he hadn't found him. He was slightly relieved at first that his dad wasn't there, because that meant that he had to be alive, but he was sad also. He had gotten his hopes up on seeing his father again; just to have them smashed when he found he wasn't there. But Gohan had excepted it. He knew he had to be out there somewhere, and he would be home soon. About a month after they got home though, he realized he wouldn't be home anytime soon. He had even asked King Kai if he could speak to him but King Kai refused. All he told Gohan was that Goku was on a very important mission right now, and that was all he needed to know.

A cool breeze brought Gohan back to his senses, as he realized what a beautiful day it was outside. It would be a perfect day to train. That was all he seemed to do anymore. His mother, Chichi, urged him to continue his studies, but he refused. He told her since dad wasn't home it was up to him to protect her, and even if this made her mad she found it rather cute that her baby boy was trying to protect her. She had been depressed when they had arrived home without Goku. She had cried for days on end, until there were no more tears left for her to cry. When she finally gave up crying she decided she was going to make her life mean something. She was going to make Gohan as happy as he could possibly be, saying he was the only thing left of Goku that she had. This was the reason that she hadn't forced him to study anymore. She knew that by training, even if she didn't like him doing it, he was happy.

Gohan was sparring with Piccolo, who was losing badly. They had had at least one spar everyday since they had came back. At first Piccolo had easily beat Gohan but now he could hardly land a punch on him. Gohan's extensive training had been paying off. And not only had he been training all day, everyday, he had also been training in the otherworld, where a lot of his new power was coming from. Training with Krillin and the gang on King Kai's planet had greatly increased his strength, and he had even mastered the Kaio-ken (sp?) technique. But that wasn't what Gohan had been pushing himself to learn. Gohan hadn't wanted to master his super saiyan ability, but for some reason he couldn't transform again. No matter how hard he tried and how strong he got he couldn't seem to transform.

Gohan quickly ended the spar with Piccolo by using a kamehame blast from Kaioken level 5. Piccolo was blasted into the mountain behind him. Gohan helped him out, then without saying a word he left to go to his training ground by the river. He always trained there. He didn't know why he trained there. Maybe it was because of the rocks he could practice on and destroy. Or maybe it was just because after he trained he liked to take a short swim. Either way it seemed like the perfect training spot.

After 5 hours of punches and kicks, and many destroyed rocks, Gohan finally returned home, and a sweaty and torn training gi. As he walked past the kitchen he greeted his mother with a smile and a short nod, and she just told him to go clean up before supper. As Gohan climbed the stairs he stopped when he saw a picture frame on a stand next to them. He picked up and looked at it as a weak smile came across his face, which now had watery eyes and it was evident that he was holding back the tears. The picture was of him and his father, Goku standing with a 4-year-old Gohan sitting on his shoulders. Gohan knew those days had passed and he would never be able to have them again. He was a fighter now and he would protect the earth now that his father wasn't there to do it.

Gohan took a cold shower and came back into the kitchen, where food was ready on the table. Chichi motioned for him to sit down They ate their dinner quietly, well quite for a saiyan at least. When Gohan was finish he turned towards his mother.

"Mom, I was going to go over to Bulma's to train with Vegeta later on tonight. Would you like to come?" He asked very politely.

"Of course I will dear, just let me do the dishes and get ready." Gohan then got up and went to his room, where he changed into a navy blue training gi. He then jumped out his window and went over to the tree by his house to meditate. About an hour later Chichi went over to Gohan, and lightly shook him, to inform he that she was ready to go. Gohan then lightly picked up his mom and flew up into the air. Chichi positioned herself and his back, as he took off at a slow speed to make sure that she would be safe. About halfway there Gohan suddenly stopped, scarring Chichi slightly.

"Gohan dear? What's wrong?" Chichi asked in a frightened voice. Completely ignoring his mother's questions, Gohan spoke to himself.

"That ki, it has to be him. But how could he be here? No. He was killed. But I am positive that is him, and there are stronger people with him. Oh no. Dad, where are you?" Gohan then took off towards the energies he felt.

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A/n: A slight cliffhanger but you can probably easily guess who Gohan felt. Please review!!!