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Summary: In this chapter, the little curious Goten goes through Gohan's personal items and stumbles upon the letter. What shall happen when he shows Chichi?

Never again will this pain heal

Chapter two: Confrontation

As morning arose, little Goten found himself in his big brothers bed alone. He sat up rubbing his eyes, and had a weird dream. He had a dream of the father he hasn't met, and he was telling him to be a good boy, and he would come in his dreams more often.

Goten got up, and walked out of the half opened door. He was still rubbing the sleepiness from his eyes and was dragging his little blanket behind him. The little boy stumbled down the stairs one at a time.

When he reached the last step, he saw his mother in the kitchen. He walked up to her and tugged on her apron.

"Mommy, where Gohawn?" he asked.

Chichi turned around and smiled. She picked up Goten and hugged him. "Your brother is out getting me some firewood so all of us can have some breakfast. How about we get you cleaned up and changed?"

Goten only nodded. Chichi walked toward Goten's room upstairs and picked out a small Gi out for him. She then walked out, carrying Goten and the clothes, to the bathroom, complements to Bulma.

She set her son in the bathtub, and put the clothes on the sink counter. Chichi then undressed little Goten and started the water. After ten minutes, Chichi took Goten out, dried him along with changing him, and walked out of the bathroom. When she walked past Gohan's room, she heard some noises.

She gently knocked on Gohan's door. "Gohan dear, breakfast should be ready shortly."

Chichi could muffle out a 'thanks mom.'

She then walked down stairs and walked over to the kitchen. She sat Goten down in his baby seat and got to the stove. She began to make some rice, pancakes, bacon, toast, and fresh orange juice.

Soon, a fifteen-year-old Gohan came down stairs looking strangely mad. He walked past Goten, ruffled his hair, and then sat down. Chichi looked at him closely, but shook it off and set the food on the table.

She poured a bowl of rice and some orange juice for Goten, and fed him, while Gohan ate unusually slowly. She just kept feeding Goten little by little, which made him irritated. Chichi didn't even notice Goten taking the spoon out of her hand and feeding himself.

"Gohan, are you alright son?"

Gohan stared at his mother, and forced a smile, "Of course mum, I am just fine." He then got up, put his dishes away and walked back upstairs.

"That boy has been doing nothing but staying in his room these days," She sighed and started eating herself.

Later on that day, Gohan went down stairs and outside for a spar. Little did he know, Goten crept upstairs into his room? At first Goten just wanted his dinosaur, but last night when he saw Gohan stow away something in his drawer, he was confused.

Being the confused little boy he was, he climbed on the chair and opened the drawer. Goten looked inside to find a numerous amount of envelops addressed to Goku. Goten carefully picked up some of the letters and went downstairs.

He spotted his mother sitting on the sofa reading. He waddled over to her and tapped her knee. Chichi looked down and smiled once more.

"Yes Goten?"

Goten showed her the letters. She picked them up and looked at Goten.

"Where did you get these? What are they?"

"They were in Gohawn's roowm. They say Gokuw."

Chichi gasped and looked at envelope. It said their address, Gohan's name, and to Goku, of the other world.

She unsealed the envelope and took the letter out. Chichi began to read and it said:

Dear Goku,

            Today, I write another pointless letter to you. I don't know why I even waste my time on you, the pathetic excuse for a father. You make me so angry, that I want to kill myself, though, if I did, I would have to face you in person, and everyone knows I wouldn't want to do that. Today is my thirteenth birthday, another one you missed. I don't see why I was depressed when you were gone, I just don't see it. Not my fault, not mine at all. I wish I could shed the dirty blood and venom you poisoned me with. I feel so sick just thinking about what you did to me. You put me through pain, and mother through sorrow. I can't believe how worthless you are to me. I mean if I could, I would wish you back, kill you, and wish you back again, and kill you once more. I am so very glad Goten doesn't get to see you. Though I feel sorry for my brother. He grows up with no daddy, like I did. Him, unlike me, has a brother, who is better then you any day. Hope your having fun being dead, because I sure am happy you are.

                                                Your supposed son, Gohan.

By now, Chichi had tears in her eyes. She stuffed the letter back in its holder, and set it down.

"Goten, are there more?"

"Yes."

"Show me them."

Goten walked upstairs with Chichi close behind. He showed her the letters that were all in his desk. Chichi gasped and more tears swept over her face. There were over hundreds of letters.

"How could he feel this way? How can he feel so much hatred towards his father like this? Oh Gohan why do you hate him?"

Throughout this, little Goten was confused. He didn't know if he did a bad thing or a good thing. He then grabbed his dinosaur and walked out of the room. Chichi closed the drawer and walked down stairs.

Lunch was almost done by the time Gohan came home. There was an unusual silence, and when he said his to his mother, she said nothing. Gohan shook it off and went upstairs for a shower. When he got dressed into a fresh pair of clothing he started playing with his brother.

That was when Chichi said lunch was ready. Chichi cleaned her hands and served her sons. She ate a little but not much. Gohan noticed her eyes were a little puffy and red.

She then threw down her fork and stared at Gohan. He set his fork down and stared back at his mother.

"What's the matter mum?"

Chichi spilled a few more tears, and looked dead into his eyes. "Gohan we need to talk."

"About what?"

"About the letters Gohan, the letters."