* OK yeah I know, I know it's been another year and I have still only updated once, I really don't know where the time keeps going, I think I'm getting old, anyway hopefully I'll keep it up this year, if not it'll give you something to look forward to next year ^_~
Gohan stared as the clear liquid trickled down the white tiles of his shower wall, following it down to the plug hole, where it swirled in a dance of it's own before moving into the drain. A loud bang at the door is what eventually snaps him out of his trance.
"Gohan, it's been over an hour, are you ever going to get out of there?"
Gently sighing, he hadn't realised it had been so long. " Yes...Sorry Videl, I guess I just lost track, just give me a minute." A snort is heard, but he can hear her footsteps moving away from the door. Slowly he reaches up, pushing a button the water cuts off, pulling the door sideways he steps out, drying himself off and placing a towel around his waist, twisting it slightly so it stays. Running his fingers through his hair, ruffling it slightly to get any extra flecks of water out of it, opening the door and moving swiftly to his bedroom.
Opening his wardrobe and having a look inside to see what's on offer, discarding his towel and slipping into a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt, feeling more comfortable, he makes his way to the kitchen, half hoping that Videl is in some other part of the house. Going down the fridge and finding enough scraps to make a decent sandwich, he moves back to his bedroom.
Stepping in and closing the door he looks around the room, at the small single bed with a writing desk beside it, and a matching wardrobe. Smiling wanly he sits down to eat his sandwich thinking silently as he does so. It's funny, when he married Videl he didn't foresee any of this happening, after the loss of their first child Videl had changed, she seemed to shudder every time he went to touch or hug her. He had been there for her all through the miscarriage, and after as well, telling her not to blame herself and that it wasn't her fault. Doing the right thing, as he had been taught and believed he should do, but nothing helped, they had lost the child and Videl had never seemed to have been able to forgive herself, or him for the tragedy.
He thought the idea of having separate bedrooms was a good one, give her some space, let her deal with it the way she wants, but it had only succeeded in driving the wedge further between them, he still loved his wife, but something was missing and had been for sometime now.
Also over the past month he had felt something nagging at him, like something from his life was missing, but he couldn't put a finger on it. He trusted his feelings, that was one aspect of his life he could always count on.
Placing the plate on the side and lying back to look at the ceiling, just letting his mind wander, he needed someone to talk to about this mess, he had discussed it with his Father, and Goku had given sound advice, but sometimes you need a second opinion. He didn't want to suggest a possible divorce to his Mother, that was incomprehensible to Chichi. Who else was there, Piccolo perhaps, but then again what would he know about marriage? Closing his eyes softly nearly dosing, left with the thought that even though Piccolo may not be able to help him, it would be nice to see his old Sensei again, it had been so long, and he missed him.
Within seconds of the thought registering, Gohan's eyes snapped open, jumping off the bed and out of the door, becoming a blur as he ran down the stair out of the front door and into the sky.
That's what was missing, he couldn't feel Piccolo anymore, although he hadn't talked to his Teacher in a long time, and had stopped visiting him, he could always FEEL him, always. Now it was gone, which suggested that Piccolo...
"No, he can't be, the dragonballs are still here..but if not that then?" A horrible thought occurred to him, maybe he had left it so long the bond had faded, or Piccolo himself had severed it, not wanting to feel his student any longer.
Flying with all the speed he could manage, he made his way to the Tenki, all possible thoughts running through his head, emotions moving from hurt, anger and shame. Landing gently on the Tenki, feeling the cold marble beneath his feet, he had been in such a rush he had forgotten his shoes, making his way towards the ornate marble building, intending to get some answers.
" I was wondering when you would notice" A quiet voice from the shadows ahead stop the Demi-Sayian in his tracks.
"Who?" Following the sound of the voice he tries to track the figure.
"It's me Gohan, Dende. It's been over a month, it took you that long to notice." The small Guardian steps out into the light, looking at Gohan, not with dislike, but more with disappointment.
"What took me so long to notice, you mean Piccolo? Where is he Dende, is he ok?" Lowering his voice to a whisper "He's not...he's not dead is he?"
"Namek Gohan, he went to Namek. I asked him to tell you he was going, why he didn't only he knows." Making his way towards Gohan, Dende keeps his voice low. "But I think I'm beginning to understand why he left."
Opening his mouth to speak but finding himself without the words, lowering his head gently and shaking it in disbelief. How could this happen, how could he have let it happen? The feeling of shame in his stomach was awful, it felt like someone had repeatedly punched him there.
" I don't know how he is, all I know is that he made it there, but he hasn't been in contact since."
" I have to find him...to tell him" Looking at Dende, and directly into his eyes " I will find him"
To be continued
Hope you like it, I'll try and update more now, I really will, I promise I will.
Gohan stared as the clear liquid trickled down the white tiles of his shower wall, following it down to the plug hole, where it swirled in a dance of it's own before moving into the drain. A loud bang at the door is what eventually snaps him out of his trance.
"Gohan, it's been over an hour, are you ever going to get out of there?"
Gently sighing, he hadn't realised it had been so long. " Yes...Sorry Videl, I guess I just lost track, just give me a minute." A snort is heard, but he can hear her footsteps moving away from the door. Slowly he reaches up, pushing a button the water cuts off, pulling the door sideways he steps out, drying himself off and placing a towel around his waist, twisting it slightly so it stays. Running his fingers through his hair, ruffling it slightly to get any extra flecks of water out of it, opening the door and moving swiftly to his bedroom.
Opening his wardrobe and having a look inside to see what's on offer, discarding his towel and slipping into a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt, feeling more comfortable, he makes his way to the kitchen, half hoping that Videl is in some other part of the house. Going down the fridge and finding enough scraps to make a decent sandwich, he moves back to his bedroom.
Stepping in and closing the door he looks around the room, at the small single bed with a writing desk beside it, and a matching wardrobe. Smiling wanly he sits down to eat his sandwich thinking silently as he does so. It's funny, when he married Videl he didn't foresee any of this happening, after the loss of their first child Videl had changed, she seemed to shudder every time he went to touch or hug her. He had been there for her all through the miscarriage, and after as well, telling her not to blame herself and that it wasn't her fault. Doing the right thing, as he had been taught and believed he should do, but nothing helped, they had lost the child and Videl had never seemed to have been able to forgive herself, or him for the tragedy.
He thought the idea of having separate bedrooms was a good one, give her some space, let her deal with it the way she wants, but it had only succeeded in driving the wedge further between them, he still loved his wife, but something was missing and had been for sometime now.
Also over the past month he had felt something nagging at him, like something from his life was missing, but he couldn't put a finger on it. He trusted his feelings, that was one aspect of his life he could always count on.
Placing the plate on the side and lying back to look at the ceiling, just letting his mind wander, he needed someone to talk to about this mess, he had discussed it with his Father, and Goku had given sound advice, but sometimes you need a second opinion. He didn't want to suggest a possible divorce to his Mother, that was incomprehensible to Chichi. Who else was there, Piccolo perhaps, but then again what would he know about marriage? Closing his eyes softly nearly dosing, left with the thought that even though Piccolo may not be able to help him, it would be nice to see his old Sensei again, it had been so long, and he missed him.
Within seconds of the thought registering, Gohan's eyes snapped open, jumping off the bed and out of the door, becoming a blur as he ran down the stair out of the front door and into the sky.
That's what was missing, he couldn't feel Piccolo anymore, although he hadn't talked to his Teacher in a long time, and had stopped visiting him, he could always FEEL him, always. Now it was gone, which suggested that Piccolo...
"No, he can't be, the dragonballs are still here..but if not that then?" A horrible thought occurred to him, maybe he had left it so long the bond had faded, or Piccolo himself had severed it, not wanting to feel his student any longer.
Flying with all the speed he could manage, he made his way to the Tenki, all possible thoughts running through his head, emotions moving from hurt, anger and shame. Landing gently on the Tenki, feeling the cold marble beneath his feet, he had been in such a rush he had forgotten his shoes, making his way towards the ornate marble building, intending to get some answers.
" I was wondering when you would notice" A quiet voice from the shadows ahead stop the Demi-Sayian in his tracks.
"Who?" Following the sound of the voice he tries to track the figure.
"It's me Gohan, Dende. It's been over a month, it took you that long to notice." The small Guardian steps out into the light, looking at Gohan, not with dislike, but more with disappointment.
"What took me so long to notice, you mean Piccolo? Where is he Dende, is he ok?" Lowering his voice to a whisper "He's not...he's not dead is he?"
"Namek Gohan, he went to Namek. I asked him to tell you he was going, why he didn't only he knows." Making his way towards Gohan, Dende keeps his voice low. "But I think I'm beginning to understand why he left."
Opening his mouth to speak but finding himself without the words, lowering his head gently and shaking it in disbelief. How could this happen, how could he have let it happen? The feeling of shame in his stomach was awful, it felt like someone had repeatedly punched him there.
" I don't know how he is, all I know is that he made it there, but he hasn't been in contact since."
" I have to find him...to tell him" Looking at Dende, and directly into his eyes " I will find him"
To be continued
Hope you like it, I'll try and update more now, I really will, I promise I will.