This is my first fanfic, set in an alternate future.
As the smoke cleared, it was obvious who had been the victor. Cell had been banished to Hell indefinitely, and Gohan, though bruised and battle-worn, had won. There was much rejoicing, and many tears of joy were shed that day. Curiously, Gohan shed none, though noone questioned it. He was just worn out from the battle, that's what they kept telling themselves. If only someone had asked him how he felt, instead of celebrating for him, if only someone had taken the time to sit down with him and actually look into his eyes. His dead, emotionless eyes.
5 Years Later...
Chi-Chi was concerned. It had been three hours and Gohan was still not out of the bathroom. She knew that adolescent boys tend to spend a lot of time in the bathroom, and she didn't question it, but Gohan had never done anything of the sort before. It was a change of behaviour she didn't particularly like, though she was reluctant to do anything about it. She stared long and hard at the bathroom door, listening for some sign of life, but she couldn't hear anything but the wind blowing in from an open window. Boys needed their privacy, she kept told herself, but this is getting ridiculous. She knocked on the door and a shiver passed through her, like coldfire.
"Honey, are you okay in there?" she called out. "Goten needs a bath, could you come out soon please?" No answer. Well, enough was enough. She HAD to find out what was going on in there, so, for better or worse, she aimed a kick squarely in the centre of the door, sending it flying of its hinges and onto the cold stricken body of her first-born child Gohan. A syringe poked out of one cold, blue vein on his left arm, and in his right hand was a note.
'I can't take it anymore, let the opiates carry me away. Sacve the Dragonballs for the deserving' With a strangled sob Chi-Chi collapsed, her body becoming almost as cold as her dead son's.
"Why?" she questioned between sobs, "Why have yo done this...?"