My son
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z...don't you understand! I DON'T! I DON'T! NOOOO! {THEY GET IT!} Oh...well, then
Okay, sorry this took so long...but, this kind of a story is hard for me to get into the mood of. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My son
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Trunks POV
I was trying to sleep, but when I did I had a dream that Gohan had already died. I was at my house, dad and mom were at Gohan's though. I got out of bed, sick of the hot covers smothering my skin, I walked into Bra's room not wanting to awaken her. I looked into her room, she was sound asleep, nobody had told her about what had happened. I knew I should know, but, I couldn't help but envy the fact that she didn't know
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Goten's POV
I couldn't really get to sleep, I tried tossing and turning. I kept thinking about my brother, I kept wanting to ask my dad how much longer he'd live. I kept hoping that he'd just magically get better or something. I didn't like seeing my parents like this, my mother kept walking around crying at random times. My father seemed to be found around Vegeta more and more, looking for his support, I kind of wished I could help as much as he did. Trunks had gone home earlier, i had stayed, because it was my brother, but now I had to share a room with Krillen who had also stayed because of worry
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Goku's POV
I looked down at my son. Why had this happened to him? I wanted to break down and cry, but I couldn't because I was supposed to be the strong one, why, it was my son, how could I be strong watching him die before my eyes. I stayed around Vegeta because he was the only one who knew, I needed to cry to, and he was the only one who wasn't moping. He wasn't crying, how was he being so strong? i never saw Bulma very much, she didn't like to confront any of us anymore, she comforted Chi-Chi sometimes, though. I hated seeing my wife like this, she was the worst of us, she never said anything, she always had a blank look in her eyes. I stared at me son, I knew he'd have an attack very soon. I didn't want to stay in the room.
"Kakarott?" Vegeta opened the door, to Gohan's room.
"Yes?"
"I was just wondering if you were in here."
I nodded, "Okay, where's Goten?"
"Um...I'm not sure." I didn't like it when Vegeta got that hurt tone in his voice, like he couldn't talk to me, he was pausing in between words, being careful of each of the words he spoke. I tried being amiable with him, he was the only one I could count on, now, I had to make him under stand that.
"Wait..." I walked out the door, I needed to talk to him, I felt like I was going to die, I couldn't take this anymore.
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Chi-Chi's POV
I walked into the room, I heard Goku's whispering tone. I looked to see who he was talking to, Vegeta, he always seemed to be now. I didn't blame him, Vegeta even found ways to comfort me at times, I couldn't help thinking he was hiding his feelings, he knew he had to be the strong one, he always had one thing he never would give up...his pride. The only other person I spoke with about my son was Bulma. she was kind of like Vegeta was to Goku, she knew how I felt, she was a mother to. The only one who seemed to feel it even the same amount as me, was Videl. She obviously felt horrible, it was rare to see her anywhere, I didn't even know where she went anymore.
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Vegeta's POV
Kakarott looked down at the floor, I saw the first tears he had cried since this little incident hit the floor.
"Kakarott?" I wanted to help him out, but I wasn't sure that I could do anything.He looked up at me blinking back his tears.
"Vegeta...why?"
I smiled very weakly, and then sighed, I wanted to cry ot, but that would only make him feel worse, I leaned back on the wall, "I don't know, Kakarott, I really don't." He smiled at me, his wasn't as weak as mine was, he blinked one last time, stopping his tears from falling. I watched Kakarott leave the room, before he shut the door completely I heard him mutter one word,
"Thanks."
As he left the room, I was still holding back tears, I kicked myself about it, saiyans weren't supposed to cry, I was the one who had said emotions are weaknesses, why couldn't I face this? Even though I was wrong back then, I still shouldn't cry, I was a saiyan warrior, nontheless.
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Bulma's POV
I opened the door to the living room. I was really surprised to find my husband, he was leaning on the wall his arm layed against it, his face was buried in his arm, he was trying to keep from trying he hadn't noticed her. I knew he was trying to cover it up, but, he was hurt to, he was comforting everyone, he needed someone to comfort him for a change, it wasn't his son, but Vegeta had known Gohan for a long time, so had she for that matter, but it wasn't Gohan that was getting to his heart, it was Goku, and everyone moping, he felt like he had to do something. "Vegeta..." I whispered, he moved his eye to look at me.
"Yes?"
"Are you ok?"
"Yes, Bulma, I'm fine."
"Oh really?"
"Yes, really?"
"Vegeta, why don't you think you can be sad to?"
"I'm not!"
"You are a pathetic liar."
"I'm not lying."
"You really are."
I knew this was actually making him feel better than before, he needed for something to be normal again, not everyone being all sad and droopy. It was making him feel like he couldn't he couldn't be normal either. He shook his head, sighed and left.
"Oh, Vegeta..."
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Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z...don't you understand! I DON'T! I DON'T! NOOOO! {THEY GET IT!} Oh...well, then
Okay, sorry this took so long...but, this kind of a story is hard for me to get into the mood of. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My son
Cover-ups
Trunks POV
I was trying to sleep, but when I did I had a dream that Gohan had already died. I was at my house, dad and mom were at Gohan's though. I got out of bed, sick of the hot covers smothering my skin, I walked into Bra's room not wanting to awaken her. I looked into her room, she was sound asleep, nobody had told her about what had happened. I knew I should know, but, I couldn't help but envy the fact that she didn't know
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Goten's POV
I couldn't really get to sleep, I tried tossing and turning. I kept thinking about my brother, I kept wanting to ask my dad how much longer he'd live. I kept hoping that he'd just magically get better or something. I didn't like seeing my parents like this, my mother kept walking around crying at random times. My father seemed to be found around Vegeta more and more, looking for his support, I kind of wished I could help as much as he did. Trunks had gone home earlier, i had stayed, because it was my brother, but now I had to share a room with Krillen who had also stayed because of worry
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Goku's POV
I looked down at my son. Why had this happened to him? I wanted to break down and cry, but I couldn't because I was supposed to be the strong one, why, it was my son, how could I be strong watching him die before my eyes. I stayed around Vegeta because he was the only one who knew, I needed to cry to, and he was the only one who wasn't moping. He wasn't crying, how was he being so strong? i never saw Bulma very much, she didn't like to confront any of us anymore, she comforted Chi-Chi sometimes, though. I hated seeing my wife like this, she was the worst of us, she never said anything, she always had a blank look in her eyes. I stared at me son, I knew he'd have an attack very soon. I didn't want to stay in the room.
"Kakarott?" Vegeta opened the door, to Gohan's room.
"Yes?"
"I was just wondering if you were in here."
I nodded, "Okay, where's Goten?"
"Um...I'm not sure." I didn't like it when Vegeta got that hurt tone in his voice, like he couldn't talk to me, he was pausing in between words, being careful of each of the words he spoke. I tried being amiable with him, he was the only one I could count on, now, I had to make him under stand that.
"Wait..." I walked out the door, I needed to talk to him, I felt like I was going to die, I couldn't take this anymore.
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Chi-Chi's POV
I walked into the room, I heard Goku's whispering tone. I looked to see who he was talking to, Vegeta, he always seemed to be now. I didn't blame him, Vegeta even found ways to comfort me at times, I couldn't help thinking he was hiding his feelings, he knew he had to be the strong one, he always had one thing he never would give up...his pride. The only other person I spoke with about my son was Bulma. she was kind of like Vegeta was to Goku, she knew how I felt, she was a mother to. The only one who seemed to feel it even the same amount as me, was Videl. She obviously felt horrible, it was rare to see her anywhere, I didn't even know where she went anymore.
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Vegeta's POV
Kakarott looked down at the floor, I saw the first tears he had cried since this little incident hit the floor.
"Kakarott?" I wanted to help him out, but I wasn't sure that I could do anything.He looked up at me blinking back his tears.
"Vegeta...why?"
I smiled very weakly, and then sighed, I wanted to cry ot, but that would only make him feel worse, I leaned back on the wall, "I don't know, Kakarott, I really don't." He smiled at me, his wasn't as weak as mine was, he blinked one last time, stopping his tears from falling. I watched Kakarott leave the room, before he shut the door completely I heard him mutter one word,
"Thanks."
As he left the room, I was still holding back tears, I kicked myself about it, saiyans weren't supposed to cry, I was the one who had said emotions are weaknesses, why couldn't I face this? Even though I was wrong back then, I still shouldn't cry, I was a saiyan warrior, nontheless.
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Bulma's POV
I opened the door to the living room. I was really surprised to find my husband, he was leaning on the wall his arm layed against it, his face was buried in his arm, he was trying to keep from trying he hadn't noticed her. I knew he was trying to cover it up, but, he was hurt to, he was comforting everyone, he needed someone to comfort him for a change, it wasn't his son, but Vegeta had known Gohan for a long time, so had she for that matter, but it wasn't Gohan that was getting to his heart, it was Goku, and everyone moping, he felt like he had to do something. "Vegeta..." I whispered, he moved his eye to look at me.
"Yes?"
"Are you ok?"
"Yes, Bulma, I'm fine."
"Oh really?"
"Yes, really?"
"Vegeta, why don't you think you can be sad to?"
"I'm not!"
"You are a pathetic liar."
"I'm not lying."
"You really are."
I knew this was actually making him feel better than before, he needed for something to be normal again, not everyone being all sad and droopy. It was making him feel like he couldn't he couldn't be normal either. He shook his head, sighed and left.
"Oh, Vegeta..."
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