What Happened, Father?
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Gohan stuffed his face. Boy did he enjoy his mother's cooking! His mother sighed as she placed a hand on her hip. "You could eat a bit slower!" she suggested getting a plate of food for herself. She sat next to her son and picked up her fork. She started to eat in silence. Her son, he totally reminded her of her husband. After that day at the Kame House, he was never heard from again. She was lucky to still have Gohan. She looked to him; he looked exactly like his father. And he also acts like him. Same table manners too. She shook her head; it was something she would never get use to. Looking to the empty place at the table, tears started to collect and she did her best to hold them in. She couldn't let her son see her like this.
Gohan tilted his head to the side as he noticed his mother sniffing slightly. Her head was turned down; she was crying. He knew why too. Ever since his father had left this universe, his planet, his home, his mother was never her cheerful self that she had once been. All that remained was a shell of what she once was. She would always pray that he would one day return unharmed, the chances in that, very unlikely. There were creatures, which possessed greater power than he had ever experienced.
Setting his pair of chopsticks on the dark, wooden table he looked up to his mother with the big, bright eyes. She turned to him once, her sniffling becoming worse, and she cracked. Chichi stumbled out of her seat to kneel beside her only son, and she clung to him. The tears continued as a waterfall that couldn't be blocked. Gohan only sat there hugging his mother back.
The teen couldn't handle this much longer. It was becoming too painful for him to see his mother this way. This was his motivation. His motivation to save his father became stronger. This was for his mother's sake and for his own. Chichi continued to hang tightly on her son; this would often happen. She had to be strong for her son. He should have not grown up fatherless for ten years! She had to keep high hopes that her sweet, gentle husband was still alive, and that he would come back.
Gohan closed his eyes. Something seemed to be tugging at his senses... it was very, VERY weak... something very foreign, yet somehow... strangely familiar... He reached deeper; he knew he had to find out what this was, or it could drive him mad. As a bolt of lightning would strike, he felt and recognized the ki.
His eyes snapped open as he gently shoved his mother off of him. She was caught off guard, thus stumbling too the wooden floor. She turned to look up at her son, who just seemed to stare out a window glaring. She picked herself up from the freshly mopped floor to cross her arms. She wouldn't let her son push her around, even if he is stronger than her at his young age.
"What was that about, Gohan?" she questioned, her lips in a frown. Gohan remained silent as he looked to the roof. Then his eyes slowly shifted to the other side of the room, his body moving too, his muscles tensing and a growl in his throat. This action waved a red flag at Chichi as she observed her son. Her frown quickly dropped. "What is it?" Walking to him slowly, she gently placed her palm on his shoulder, "You can tell me."
The growl became louder. This was beginning to frighten the young mother as she stared at her son.
"G-Gohan?" she questioned. His head snapped to her direction, his eyes softened.
"I need to go." And that was all that was said as he flew out of the house.
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The saiyan stepped out of his space pod, which had crashed into the earth. He levitated out of the hole that it had created and took a glance around. In his palm was a scouter. He looked down at it for a moment; he put it over his eye and continued with his searching.
He never used the machine; well nothing but to communicate with his fellow saiyans. He already learned how to sense ki by a source unknown to him. Never will he tell anyone of his ability even the saiyan prince. It was one thing he had somehow convinced himself to keep to himself; it was to help him remember of his original home. But he had seemed to forget what his home, before the saiyans found him, was like. Then why keep the secret? He didn't know.
'Green plants.' He kneeled to the ground and scooped up some dirt into his palm. He sniffed it slightly.
'No life form has come this way for the past few days.' He used his senses to feel around. He needed to eat something soon, or his stomach would eat him alive! He found that out the hard way. He found some weak ki's about fifteen kilometers away. There he would begin his hunt.
Flying into the blue sky, he gave a smirk. "Perfect," he stated as he zoomed of into the cool morning sky.
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Gohan had wanted to surprise this evil person, and he was very sure that this person could sense ki. He had even concluded that it might even be his evil uncle back for more! Oh, now he would show his true power and defeat him! He would do this all for his father. His eyes slightly darkened.
He had flown a good distance from his mother and lowered the ki when the space pod had landed on earth. He could tell when the space pod had landed; it made the earth he was on quiver. And that was his cue to call the nimbus. The one thing his father would always use, and the only one's who could actually sit or stand on the cloud was one with a pure heart.
He jumped onto the little yellow cloud and pointed into the sky where the ki signature was the greatest. "That way!" stated Gohan. And as if immediately the little cloud started to soar to where the villain was.
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The saiyan grabbed another piece of fruit from the tree, and continued to eat. The fruit's juices proved to the man how ripe this year's crop was. He turned to the side gazing at a young farmer who's laid dead on the ground. It was a shame that he wouldn't be able to see tomorrow, for he knew the farmer had a job or tending to the crops, but he had a job to complete also.
It was also very strange how the farmer looked at him. The farmer seemed very glad when he showed up. The weak man began to speak to the saiyan as if he was a long lost friend. Kakarot, in response, just walked on as the farmer continued to babble. When the saiyan noticed a few farm animals that could be big enough to satisfy his appetite he raised one finger and began to kill the desired animals that he had wanted to eat.
That's when the farmer began to become angry. The saiyan snarled as he turned to the weak man. He was really starting to tick him off. And the only way he knew how to get pests out of the way was to kill it. And he did so using a finger to shoot the ki beam. The man died on impact.
'A very weak species these humans were,' he thought finishing up the piece of fruit he was eating.
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'Daddy!' The cheerful warrior, named Son Goku, turned to find a young boy, no older than the age of four, jump into his arms and hug him tightly. The boy looked up at his father with wide eyes, 'Daddy! I saw a big green man!' he exclaimed.
'A big green man you say?' questioned the father of the child. The boy nodded.
'He was tall! Taller than you! And, and he had on a big white cape with pointy ears!' exclaimed the boy.
' Did he do anything to you Gohan?' asked Goku as he eyed his son with concern. Gohan shook his head.
'No daddy, he just looked at me and mumbled something about you!' Goku gave a small sigh of relief then added a chuckle.
'You know... a few years before you were born. I had battled the green man, whose name is Piccolo, in a tournament.' The boys' eyes widened as he listened to his father. 'And he was a tough opponent too...'
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These visions started to come to him, to tell him of an unknown story. Kakarot just figured to allow them to come. It could bring him some type of message that could be of great significance. He levitated once more off of the dirt ground to reach some more ripe pieces of fruit. Another thing that seemed to amaze him on how familiar this taste was. He had never recalled on eating something that looked this strange looking, yet the taste or it. Oh, he knew his sense of taste had experienced this flavor before. He looked up into the tree and tried to pick off another piece of fruit.
"Mister. If you are a threat to this planet, I suggest you should leave if you want to stay alive!"
Kakarot's eyes widened as he heard the soft tenor voice behind him. And as he turned his head, there was a young teenager with a slight frown on his face. He also seemed to be floating on some sort of yellowish cloud. This was a shock to the saiyan warrior, for he knew he should have felt this ki energy coming! He turned around completely so the teen could see him fully, and the saiyan crossed his arms.
"And what are you going to do about it?" he questioned. He looked at the boy's facial expression. It seemed to be in complete shock, his jaw was even dropping!
The saiyan eyed the boy strangely for a moment. But then snorted. He didn't have time for these weaklings. He allowed the ki energy to build up in his hands once more. And the boy finally closed his mouth and looked to the saiyan warrior, he looked as if he was about to cry. And then it happened.
Gohan ran up to Kakarot and wrapped his arms around the man clinging tightly. "I can't believe that you've come back!"
'Wha? What is this crazy creature talking about?' Kakarot tried to pry this person's arms off of him. All efforts seemed to be worthless.
The teen began to cry as he continued to cling onto the warrior. "We've missed you, father," he whispered.
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Gohan stuffed his face. Boy did he enjoy his mother's cooking! His mother sighed as she placed a hand on her hip. "You could eat a bit slower!" she suggested getting a plate of food for herself. She sat next to her son and picked up her fork. She started to eat in silence. Her son, he totally reminded her of her husband. After that day at the Kame House, he was never heard from again. She was lucky to still have Gohan. She looked to him; he looked exactly like his father. And he also acts like him. Same table manners too. She shook her head; it was something she would never get use to. Looking to the empty place at the table, tears started to collect and she did her best to hold them in. She couldn't let her son see her like this.
Gohan tilted his head to the side as he noticed his mother sniffing slightly. Her head was turned down; she was crying. He knew why too. Ever since his father had left this universe, his planet, his home, his mother was never her cheerful self that she had once been. All that remained was a shell of what she once was. She would always pray that he would one day return unharmed, the chances in that, very unlikely. There were creatures, which possessed greater power than he had ever experienced.
Setting his pair of chopsticks on the dark, wooden table he looked up to his mother with the big, bright eyes. She turned to him once, her sniffling becoming worse, and she cracked. Chichi stumbled out of her seat to kneel beside her only son, and she clung to him. The tears continued as a waterfall that couldn't be blocked. Gohan only sat there hugging his mother back.
The teen couldn't handle this much longer. It was becoming too painful for him to see his mother this way. This was his motivation. His motivation to save his father became stronger. This was for his mother's sake and for his own. Chichi continued to hang tightly on her son; this would often happen. She had to be strong for her son. He should have not grown up fatherless for ten years! She had to keep high hopes that her sweet, gentle husband was still alive, and that he would come back.
Gohan closed his eyes. Something seemed to be tugging at his senses... it was very, VERY weak... something very foreign, yet somehow... strangely familiar... He reached deeper; he knew he had to find out what this was, or it could drive him mad. As a bolt of lightning would strike, he felt and recognized the ki.
His eyes snapped open as he gently shoved his mother off of him. She was caught off guard, thus stumbling too the wooden floor. She turned to look up at her son, who just seemed to stare out a window glaring. She picked herself up from the freshly mopped floor to cross her arms. She wouldn't let her son push her around, even if he is stronger than her at his young age.
"What was that about, Gohan?" she questioned, her lips in a frown. Gohan remained silent as he looked to the roof. Then his eyes slowly shifted to the other side of the room, his body moving too, his muscles tensing and a growl in his throat. This action waved a red flag at Chichi as she observed her son. Her frown quickly dropped. "What is it?" Walking to him slowly, she gently placed her palm on his shoulder, "You can tell me."
The growl became louder. This was beginning to frighten the young mother as she stared at her son.
"G-Gohan?" she questioned. His head snapped to her direction, his eyes softened.
"I need to go." And that was all that was said as he flew out of the house.
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The saiyan stepped out of his space pod, which had crashed into the earth. He levitated out of the hole that it had created and took a glance around. In his palm was a scouter. He looked down at it for a moment; he put it over his eye and continued with his searching.
He never used the machine; well nothing but to communicate with his fellow saiyans. He already learned how to sense ki by a source unknown to him. Never will he tell anyone of his ability even the saiyan prince. It was one thing he had somehow convinced himself to keep to himself; it was to help him remember of his original home. But he had seemed to forget what his home, before the saiyans found him, was like. Then why keep the secret? He didn't know.
'Green plants.' He kneeled to the ground and scooped up some dirt into his palm. He sniffed it slightly.
'No life form has come this way for the past few days.' He used his senses to feel around. He needed to eat something soon, or his stomach would eat him alive! He found that out the hard way. He found some weak ki's about fifteen kilometers away. There he would begin his hunt.
Flying into the blue sky, he gave a smirk. "Perfect," he stated as he zoomed of into the cool morning sky.
*^*
Gohan had wanted to surprise this evil person, and he was very sure that this person could sense ki. He had even concluded that it might even be his evil uncle back for more! Oh, now he would show his true power and defeat him! He would do this all for his father. His eyes slightly darkened.
He had flown a good distance from his mother and lowered the ki when the space pod had landed on earth. He could tell when the space pod had landed; it made the earth he was on quiver. And that was his cue to call the nimbus. The one thing his father would always use, and the only one's who could actually sit or stand on the cloud was one with a pure heart.
He jumped onto the little yellow cloud and pointed into the sky where the ki signature was the greatest. "That way!" stated Gohan. And as if immediately the little cloud started to soar to where the villain was.
*^*
The saiyan grabbed another piece of fruit from the tree, and continued to eat. The fruit's juices proved to the man how ripe this year's crop was. He turned to the side gazing at a young farmer who's laid dead on the ground. It was a shame that he wouldn't be able to see tomorrow, for he knew the farmer had a job or tending to the crops, but he had a job to complete also.
It was also very strange how the farmer looked at him. The farmer seemed very glad when he showed up. The weak man began to speak to the saiyan as if he was a long lost friend. Kakarot, in response, just walked on as the farmer continued to babble. When the saiyan noticed a few farm animals that could be big enough to satisfy his appetite he raised one finger and began to kill the desired animals that he had wanted to eat.
That's when the farmer began to become angry. The saiyan snarled as he turned to the weak man. He was really starting to tick him off. And the only way he knew how to get pests out of the way was to kill it. And he did so using a finger to shoot the ki beam. The man died on impact.
'A very weak species these humans were,' he thought finishing up the piece of fruit he was eating.
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'Daddy!' The cheerful warrior, named Son Goku, turned to find a young boy, no older than the age of four, jump into his arms and hug him tightly. The boy looked up at his father with wide eyes, 'Daddy! I saw a big green man!' he exclaimed.
'A big green man you say?' questioned the father of the child. The boy nodded.
'He was tall! Taller than you! And, and he had on a big white cape with pointy ears!' exclaimed the boy.
' Did he do anything to you Gohan?' asked Goku as he eyed his son with concern. Gohan shook his head.
'No daddy, he just looked at me and mumbled something about you!' Goku gave a small sigh of relief then added a chuckle.
'You know... a few years before you were born. I had battled the green man, whose name is Piccolo, in a tournament.' The boys' eyes widened as he listened to his father. 'And he was a tough opponent too...'
*
These visions started to come to him, to tell him of an unknown story. Kakarot just figured to allow them to come. It could bring him some type of message that could be of great significance. He levitated once more off of the dirt ground to reach some more ripe pieces of fruit. Another thing that seemed to amaze him on how familiar this taste was. He had never recalled on eating something that looked this strange looking, yet the taste or it. Oh, he knew his sense of taste had experienced this flavor before. He looked up into the tree and tried to pick off another piece of fruit.
"Mister. If you are a threat to this planet, I suggest you should leave if you want to stay alive!"
Kakarot's eyes widened as he heard the soft tenor voice behind him. And as he turned his head, there was a young teenager with a slight frown on his face. He also seemed to be floating on some sort of yellowish cloud. This was a shock to the saiyan warrior, for he knew he should have felt this ki energy coming! He turned around completely so the teen could see him fully, and the saiyan crossed his arms.
"And what are you going to do about it?" he questioned. He looked at the boy's facial expression. It seemed to be in complete shock, his jaw was even dropping!
The saiyan eyed the boy strangely for a moment. But then snorted. He didn't have time for these weaklings. He allowed the ki energy to build up in his hands once more. And the boy finally closed his mouth and looked to the saiyan warrior, he looked as if he was about to cry. And then it happened.
Gohan ran up to Kakarot and wrapped his arms around the man clinging tightly. "I can't believe that you've come back!"
'Wha? What is this crazy creature talking about?' Kakarot tried to pry this person's arms off of him. All efforts seemed to be worthless.
The teen began to cry as he continued to cling onto the warrior. "We've missed you, father," he whispered.