Life of Gohan
By Silvertress
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z. Pure and simple I just don't.
Author's note: Ok last chapter wasn't the best one I've ever written even if it was more transition. But this on is definitely a biggy. This is a big chapter so I wouldn't skim it if I were you. This is one that you really should pay attention to. Ok I'm still slowly editing. Thank you to all those people that have reviewed. I really appreciate any input. As always Read, Review, and above all Enjoy.
On with the show;
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The steady grip of his pupil accepted the white capsule that held the fate of an entire planet. Giving just a moment for thanks. Piccolo opened his eyes, getting up on his stiff legs. But is there really truly enough times for goodbye of any kind or thanks of that magnitude? He had been sitting in that position for over four weeks not moving. His muscles groaned as he took his first shaky steps. Ignoring his body's protest he went to the hourglass and sent the telepathic message to his past self. His body may have been exhausted but his mind remained as sharp as his fangs.
When he knew he had gotten the message the Namek let his hand slide over the glass of the hourglass as he fell to the floor in pure fatigue. Kami could last long without food or exercise but that didn't mean that he wouldn't eventually tire. Now all that is left is to wait until time is sorted out. I can't believe I let the kid do this especially when there was such a high chance that I wouldn't have been able to keep in contact with him. I almost lost his signal a few times. Thank Kai that the boy stayed as a Super Saiya-jin. But I really wouldn't of let him disappear. He means too much to the Earth…To me. Suddenly the Namek felt a tug. He let green lids fall over his ebony eyes, which had unthawed due to the boy that retained some of his energy. It was like in the old days when he split into two to train. When the time was over there was this feeling as the two halves joined once more. He had changed time and was all remaining of this dead future; so his past self wanted him back. The reinstated Guardian was willing to comply and he let his form and spirit join that of the past. Quickly his eyes were open again. His body wasn't as tired due to the fact he was now half of someone that could have been experiencing what he had for the past month for about five minutes. The same green light lit the room as the sand in the hourglass continued to fall, and the form of a tired looking demi Saiya-jin looked around the room curiously. The teacher couldn't help but notice the ivory capsule the boy had a death clutch on.
"Here…" The Hybrid said his voice shaking from the shock of the travel. Looking down at the boy him to a little quezy from joining his past self gently took the capsule out of the boy's hand that slowly opened his palm to let the Guardian take it between two claws. Looking into the spaced out teal eyes he knew the boy wasn't ready to portray his experience. Boy that's what he is. Still a boy, but he acts so older. Turning away he headed out of the room, Gohan slowly followed his pace sluggish. He let the boy pass silently and closed the door. You can't go back kid only forward.
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I'm back that's all there is to it. That whole month and now I'm back. I don't feel right. Something didn't feel right. But what was it. Everything is becoming so fuzzy. The Hybrid thought as he followed Piccolo through the halls of the Lookout. Something wasn't right but what was it? Everything was fine until I touched... I touched her hand. It's Mirai Bulma's! There was something her aura was giving off. But what was wrong with it. There was something there and it's pulling at me. Gohan tried to focus as he mindlessly walked behind the tall Guardian. Then it just came to him he had to quickly cover his mouth to keep a gasp from emanating from his lips. He wasn't ready to explain everything that happened. She was sick. It was almost radiating off her ki but why didn't I notice it before. From what I can tell with my memory she didn't have much time. Is it just because she wanted me to know? Or was it the contact with her body.
Why the hell would she use the last of the time she had left to spend a month working on an antidote? An unreasonable voice in his head asked. Why am I asking a question when I already know the answer. He replied to himself thinking it through more. Because she was Bulma and she would there as here do anything to help others. She's usually outshined by her family and friends, due to our strength and ability, that we don't always see the capacity of her brain and sadly her heart. But if that is so then what will happen to Trunks. Will he have anyone left? If I had known back then we could've done something, maybe not for Bulma but Trunks. Is it the destiny of us Hybrids to live in constant pain of some kind or another? Is that the price for being able to do what we do?
How can I be so narcissistic of course every living thing has its own pains. But now there's nothing I can do. Can I truly do anything? With a sigh Gohan shifted his eyes to in front of him instead of the tile on the floor of the seemingly endless passageway. He stopped abruptly as Piccolo halted in front of another heavy wooden door. Thanks to his studies Gohan knew that the door was carved with the ancient line symbols of the disregarded element air. It's strange how much we learn. When I was little I thought life was all study and play. Mostly study but still some fun in the mix and no nightmares because Daddy could save me. But that's not so…Anymore… Is the time you grow up the moment you truly know your parents aren't perfect? Back then I would have never even considered that idea.
Just like those ancients who thought the elements could be shown in a burning log. Air was the smoke and there was water or moisture present and then there was the fire its self and the earth as the ash in the aftermath. They actually thought that they could use these elements and make them into gold, which included other substances such as lead. But if you found the 'Philosopher's Stone', which they said, was the thing that could make things into gold as well as youth that it broke down all material. What would you keep it in? There are holes in those old theories as mine own. Which leads you to question the facts and come upon conclusions that at points don't match your original hypothesis.
You learn that the so called for basic elements are a chimera and you have the periodic table. As a child you learn your parents aren't always correct and or invincible. That Daddy can't always save you. Or that good always prevails. If I had it my way I would rather stay with the 'Philosopher's Stone' or the four elements most of all that concept all children have but outgrow. That Daddy will fix everything.
God damnit! Why can't I get over this…Dende helped with the healing the worst of the pain is still gone and the guilt. But there still is that nagging pain. Does that mean you have to let grief run its course? I'll just try that hypothesis and see if it's true. Right now I better focus on the ones that are still alive.
"Gohan step back and hold to the handle on that wall." Piccolo said in a low voice as he grabbed the intricate handle of the heavy door. "When I open this there will be a huge gust of wind. Not even you will be able to keep your footing that's what the handles are for. If you get swept in there, it's not possible to get you back."
"What about you?" He said. It was the first full sentence he had uttered out loud since he had arrived home. He was surprised how shaky his voice still was.
"I'll be fine. Your voice is still uneven. Your body must be still going through shock. It will wear off in time. Hang on to that damn handle." Piccolo said, his tone changing with each sentence. Time…What is it with people saying you will get over everything in time. Why isn't anything like that ever immediate? Gohan quickly grasped onto the ivory handle that seemed to be part of the wall. He couldn't see any signs that it had been attached. Halting his frivolous investigation he looked to see what his mentor was about to do.
"Don't follow."
He said in a harsh tone that reminded the Hybrid of the first times Piccolo had
talked to him when the Namek started training him. That seems so long ago. He
thought as he nodded his head, and went on looking intently at the older alien
through his ever-bright teal eyes.
Piccolo let out a grunt of
effort as he started pulling back at the door. Gohan felt the wind as soon as a
crack of what seemed daylight appeared in the small space of the moving door
and the doorway its self. His hair started at first just to sway a little at
the end of the blond spikes. But as the crack got bigger and the dim hallway in
return brighter his hair was blown around more violently. It was different to
have your hair grow and blow more violent due to your own energy. But it was a dissimilar
feeling when it was blown out of control by what seemed the winds present in a
hurricane. Finally with one shove Gohan squinted through blowing locks to see
Piccolo slam the door against the wall. The blow of the wind was so loud that
he didn't even hear the sound of the door close.
Then the Guardian didn't hesitate to go in the empty white room. To what Gohan observed the room its self was bare and at the bottom of the look out. It was what was at the floor of the room that counted. There was an oval shaped hole that was what let the light in. Underneath were the main four winds of the planet Earth. Piccolo calmly popped the capsule and made sure the contents landed in his outstretched hand and remained there. Using what seemed to Gohan a can of air freshener that he had used as a lifeline when training with any other Saiya-jins. Piccolo knelt down the wind seemingly not affecting him at all the same as when he was opening the door he started spraying the contents of the can. This appeared as a dark purple cloud as it was sprayed out. What happened after was past Gohan's view. If he were looking through Piccolo's eyes he would see the cloud go and spiral around in the wind and seem to dissipate after a few moments. When the can was empty Piccolo let out a relieved sigh and walked out of the room. Giving one pull to the door it seemed to shut on its own, and then suddenly the violent winds were gone and the hall way was dim once again.
The teal of Gohan's eyes fluxed as they adjusted to the new lighting. In this mode of Super Saiya-jin the black of his pupils were replaced by that one color of teal. Gohan slowly let go of the handle as Piccolo walked up to him and put a hand on his shoulder. "You actually did it kid. I knew you would. Just as he did." Piccolo said smiling in a way that made his fangs apparent. This type of smile didn't grace the precence of the world very often.
"It wasn't anything." Gohan said. Trying to dismiss the compliment. "Do you want your energy back?" He asked trying to change the subject. Piccolo gave almost what seemed a hesitant nod. Gohan let his jacket slip off of his arm showing where Piccolo himself had cut him. Gohan looked down at his arm when he saw the perplexed look on Piccolo's face.
"Why is the cut dark blue? Wait why did it just slowly change to gold? Why is it like that? Bulma looked at the clothes and said they didn't need cleaning or changing or anything. So I haven't even looked at it for the past four weeks. Or when the chance arose I never was concerned about it." Gohan said confused and on the verge of being scared.
"Your body assimilated it. Right now it seems to be displaying the flow of your chi. I'm sorry but now you're stuck with it." Piccolo said calmly.
"What does that mean exactly?" Gohan said still confused an eyebrow cocking, as he let his hands go akimbo. (I've always wanted to use that word. ^-^)
"You're stuck with it. Looks like you have some Namekian energy in you, and better yet the energy of a Guardian in you. It shouldn't do anything. You probably won't ever notice it except for that cut." Piccolo said calmly.
Gohan nodded, and joined Piccolo at his side as they started the climb back up to the top of the Look Out. "I hope you know I saw everything. By now you must know that Mirai Bulma sadly doesn't have much time left." Piccolo said softly breaking the silence. Gohan nodded his eyes glistening.
"Don't worry about Mirai Trunks he'll be back with us in no time to him. But it will be a long while before you see him. Once she joins Vegita he's going to come back to this time. Your future self's daughter will be able to handle things in the other timeline. I hope you know that this mission was also an indirect mission for healing. I know that Dende did a little before you left. But I also know that Mirai helped you."
"You're right as usual." Gohan said, not daring to look at the Namek directly.
"Gohan they're all right when they say time heals all. It's a tough fact that we all at sometime have to deal with. You still must keep in mind your life isn't going to be all rainbows and sunny skys from this point on. Soon you're going to have to do some difficult tasks. I'm telling you this to keep you aware. But don't focus on that. Keep your interest to the present not the past or future but what you're doing that moment. That's another of the best medicines. I'll be around but I'm going to stay as a part time Kami until Dende fully learns the ropes. We don't want something like this to happen again." Piccolo continued as they made it up the final steps.
Gohan denied praised given to him and said his goodbyes saying that he would return soon. With that he gladly sensed the warmth and familiarity of his Mother's ki and with two fingers on his head transported himself to where Chichi was.
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"Mom." He said smiling as he ran and put his arms around her.
"Hi Sweetie what's up? You haven't been gone that long." She said smiling. You have no idea. He thought.
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The next few months seemed to slip out of Gohan's grasp. Slowly the mourning of his Father's death faded but was still present. He would think of the former Savior at least a few times a day. But he still didn't tell anyone that Goku was coming back. It still didn't feel like the right time to the Hybrid.
His life slowly fell into a way. The boy would follow Bulma around helping her or fixing something on his own. The boy even started to pick up the English language quickly. Soon he was talking to American clients on the phone like they were speaking his native tongue. He always had boasted a talent for language. Gohan found the hands on activity of learning the technology and banking and other aspects of running the huge company of CC. Was much more interesting and better for his learning.
Still that didn't encompass all his time. He either trained alone or with Vegita. To his fright was close to catching up to be an Ascended Super Saiya-jin. At certain times he got to work with the part time Guardian who tried to make him focus his energy and use it without going through the exhausting transformation. These practices made his power continue to grow at an astonishing rate.
His life wasn't all training and studies. At points the boy found ways to sneak away and visit Lime. This girl had proven to be a true friend. He had revealed his true abilities to her and she hadn't been scarred off or turned away. When he was around her he truly could be himself. Whoever that was he was still trying to find out. But he got to act as a normal child. Play tag without powers or going to a movie or watching t.v or doing whatever the latest fade was. He was even beginning to learn to like that Videl girl that had almost seemed to move into Lime's house.
Now wasn't the time to go over any part of the past months. Today was important. It was a day to focus on the present and future perhaps but definitely not the past.
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Snow fell lightly outside the hospital window where the heavy controlled breaths of birth were heard. Chichi had entered labor about twenty hours or so. Bulma had explained to Gohan that Saiya-jin Hybrid birth was a very long and arduous task. But the doctors said it would be any minute now. Gohan held on to his mother's hand as she screamed when they told her to push. He knew that if she wasn't under pain medication that she would be wishing his Father were here. Sighing he wiped her forehead with the green sleeve of the scrubs the doctor had provided.
Gohan himself was worn. It had definitely been a long day. But it was almost over Gohan looked as his Mother let out another scream and the Doctors said they saw the legs. With another yelp there was another new voice. Chichi was now breathing heavily, and covered with sweat. Still worn and exhausted she had the glow that mother's always pertained. Gohan remembered the moodswings and how her stomach had grown so quickly over the last few months. But now it was all over.
"Congratulations you have a new baby boy." A women doctor said in a high alto voice. "What's his name?" She asked as the baby was taken and cut off from his mother and swaddled.
Gohan looked and Chichi wasn't able to speak. "Goten… His name is Goten." Gohan spoke softly his voice almost cracking. Chichi smiled and nodded at the name.
The baby was now in its Mother's arms silent but moving here and there. Gohan noticed immediately the similar facial features. He couldn't tell yet if the kid had a tail he was paying too much attention to his Mother to notice. At this sight he knew what he had to do.
"Mom I'll be right back. I have to announce the news to everybody." He said smiling. Chichi nodded looking up and back down to the baby in her arms. The drugs effect were now barely traceable in her system.
Gohan calmly walked out of the room, and slipped into the empty room next to his Mother's. Putting two fingers to his forehead he thought. I meant I was going to tell everyone.
Author's Note: Oh yeah chapter 20. You want Goten you got him and a lot more of him next chapter. There will be flash backs of some moments missed in the few months of Chichi's pregnancy. Hope you enjoyed. Please now give me any imput at all in form of e-mail and or review. Next time we get a family reunion and review special.
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