The New Generation
Chapter 7 Mother's Day Part 2
Chichi awoke with a soft smile on her face. It always felt good to sleep in. True, it was only a half-hour later than she normally woke up, but the lack of an alarm was a distinct pleasure. A pleasure she indulged in only once a year. Well, time to get to work. Stretching, she got out of bed, only taking a moment to pick out her wardrobe before heading downstairs to begin breakfast.
Anger. Love. Scenes of moonlit battles and selfless hunts. Rage and power and other emotions all conflicting but agreeing but in conflict and nothing making sense.
It was the transformation again, but something was different this time. He knew what was happening; knew who he was. The feeling of power was wonderful, and then the world lurched.
He was the provider. The one who took care of the clan. His people would be strong. This he had sworn. His life would be gladly forfeit for the sake of his people. Such was the way of life.
A million lives. A million possibilities. But through it all a whisper. 'These things are a part of you, but are they you?' No answer was forthcoming. Yet.
Chichi hummed as she laid out breakfast. Two saiyan sized meals and three human ones with a little left over in case Piccolo was feeling peckish. She giggled at the thought of a peckish Piccolo. I can't remember the last time I actually giggled. Setting aside humor and deep thoughts, she went to wake up her boys.
On her way to the stairs she heard what sounded like groaning from outside. Long years of experience told her it was Gohan having a nightmare. But what in heaven's name is he doing outside? she wondered. With a mixture of curiosity and worry she went to find him.
Chichi was shocked to see her first son lying against a building she'd never seen before. Promising to ask him about it later she went over to wake him up. Just as her hand was about to touch his shoulder to awaken him a bright light burst from the tossing teenager. Chichi was thrown backwards with the wind knocked out of her.
Vegeta stood over him with his usual scowl. 'A saiyan is his pride, boy.' Another of those odd lurches and now his mother was in the Prince's place. 'You'll be a great scholar someday.' Again the lurch, and a new voice. 'Always use your strength to protect others, my son.' And on and on it went. Voice after voice, all offering different advice, telling him how to live.
And then it hit him. All of these things were what he was. All this and more. The world finally made sense and in the way of dreams he simply knew. And the knowing made him whole.
A/N: Okay, it's shorter than anything I've put up so far, and it is the worst cliffie anyone's probably seen, but I was pretty close to this point about a week after the last chapter and I still can't figure out how exactly it is I can get the next part to fit smoothly. What I really need is a good transition.