?If I were you.
A/n: Hey guys. Sorry it's been so long sense I have updated I mean :p things have been really
hard. Any-way I want you to all read my story heart of a prince it's a gh/v story but that's okay
because its cute too. I might be adding a sequel to that one so look out for it. Also go to fiction
press and read my stories there!
And without further a due(?) I give you the second to last chapter to If I were you. Will Gohan
live?
Chapter 7: Bring on the rain.
Vegeta had said a week, or less. It took Gohan 12 days to give into the pain. And Piccolo did his
best to ease it. But now it had become to much for even the Namekian to bare. Bulma has
worked rigorously for the past two weeks searching for a cure, praying to Dende to keep Gohan
alive for a little while longer.
*Ohhhoohh...Another day has almost come and gone. Can't imagine what else could go wrong*
Piccolo sat in the Capsule Corp. Infirmary. Like he had been for the past six days. Sense Gohan
had collapsed.
"Gohan?" Piccolo gently kissed his young love's hand.
"Piccolo?" Gohan whispered. "I love you..."
"And I you." Hurry up Bulma... Please...
*Sometimes I'd like to hide away, somewhere and lock the door.*
"Your going to be okay Gohan."
"I know. But I don't know how much longer I can last Piccolo."
"Just Hang in there kid. Bulma will fix you up."
"Hurry." He whispered, and went back to sleep.
*A single battle lost but not the war. *
He watched his mate sleep, what else could he do? Damn it! He felt so helpless! The only person
he ever loved was dying and he couldn't do shit to stop it!
"Piccolo?" A small voice came from the door. It was trunks, caring a glass of water.
"Come on in kid." He whispered. Trunks barely left Gohan's side sense they had come to Capsule
Corp.
Trunks handed Piccolo the water. "I thought you might want some. Sense your not leaving him
alone.
"Thanks kid." Piccolo accepted the gift and drank it quickly.
"No problem." Trunks sat on the other side of Gohan's bed. "He's going to make it. I just know
he will. He said ½ to himself.
"I know kid, I know." Piccolo smiled to himself. "He's always been a survivor."
"Piccolo? Do you- Do you think-"
* 'cuz tomorrow's another day, and im thirsty anyway... so bring on the rain*
"Do I think what kid?"
"Think that my father is in heaven? He's done bad stuff but-"
"Yeah I know what you mean." Piccolo looked intently at the eight year old in front of him.
"Vegeta told you that he's look out for you. I've never known him to break his word. So yeah,
even if Yemma sent him to the Home For Infinite Losers. he's most likely strapped to Goku with
a hand on King Ki's back right now."
*It's almost like the hard time circle round... a couple drops and it all starts coming down.*
"Goten is coming over to play." Trunks whispered. "So I have to go. When Gohan wakes up- Tell
him a stopped by." And with that Trunks left.
"I will." Piccolo said to the empty room. He brought Gohan's hand to his lips. "You'll be okay
love...Pl-" The steady sound of beeping that regulated Gohan's heart stopped and echoed one
long sound.
Bulma rushed in. "Oh no!" She started yelling orders at people and ushered Piccolo out of the
room.
*Yeah I might feel defeated, I might hang my head. I might be barely breathing but I'm not dead-
no.*
Piccolo could hear every move maid in that room. And he knew Gohan was giving in.
"Oh please Kami no..." He whispered and watched through the glass as they tried to get Gohan to
breath once more.
* 'cuz tomorrow's another day, and im thirsty anyway... so bring on the rain*
Beep.. Beep...
"We Have a pulse!' Bulma shrieked with joy. "Now just hold on Gohan."
"Mrs. Briefs, it might be possible Mr. Son can not breath on his own any longer- it would be
dangerous to take the risk of letting him."
"Then get a damn respirator in here!!" She yelled. "He's not going to die! Not like Goku, and Not
like Vegeta!" She rushed out with tears in her eyes. "Piccolo... Im so close to the cure... I know I
am." She placed hand on his.
*No I'm not going to let it get me down, I'm not going to cry.*
"Then hurry Bulma.."He whispered. "He's in so much pain- I can't.." He Stopped. He couldn't
say it. He would break if he did. And he couldn't afford to. Not when Gohan needed him the
most.
"Bulma- Piccolo..."Chichi walked down the hall. "Is Gohan?"
"He's fine for now..." Bulma went to her lab.
*And I'm not going to lose any sleep tonight... Because tomorrow's another day..*
Both Piccolo and Chichi say next to Gohan. The steady beeps were the only sound between them
for a very long time.
"He loves you." Chichi said finally. "And I can see you love him as well."
"He does, I do." Piccolo answered. "He'll get better, Bulma almost has the cure."
"I know. Thank you Piccolo." She smiled weakly. "For Being with him through all of this."
"I will never leave him."
"Did you know, the song Gohan sang to you was the same one my father played for Goku and I
when we were first married?"
"I did not."
"It was."
* And I am not afraid, so bring on the rain.., Tomorrow's another day, and I'm thirsty anyway-
So bring on the rain.*
Bulma Came running into the room with a syringe that would have made Goku cry like a baby. "I
HAVE IT!! I HAVE THE CURE!!"
*Bring on- bring on the rain...*
A/n: Hey guys. Sorry it's been so long sense I have updated I mean :p things have been really
hard. Any-way I want you to all read my story heart of a prince it's a gh/v story but that's okay
because its cute too. I might be adding a sequel to that one so look out for it. Also go to fiction
press and read my stories there!
And without further a due(?) I give you the second to last chapter to If I were you. Will Gohan
live?
Chapter 7: Bring on the rain.
Vegeta had said a week, or less. It took Gohan 12 days to give into the pain. And Piccolo did his
best to ease it. But now it had become to much for even the Namekian to bare. Bulma has
worked rigorously for the past two weeks searching for a cure, praying to Dende to keep Gohan
alive for a little while longer.
*Ohhhoohh...Another day has almost come and gone. Can't imagine what else could go wrong*
Piccolo sat in the Capsule Corp. Infirmary. Like he had been for the past six days. Sense Gohan
had collapsed.
"Gohan?" Piccolo gently kissed his young love's hand.
"Piccolo?" Gohan whispered. "I love you..."
"And I you." Hurry up Bulma... Please...
*Sometimes I'd like to hide away, somewhere and lock the door.*
"Your going to be okay Gohan."
"I know. But I don't know how much longer I can last Piccolo."
"Just Hang in there kid. Bulma will fix you up."
"Hurry." He whispered, and went back to sleep.
*A single battle lost but not the war. *
He watched his mate sleep, what else could he do? Damn it! He felt so helpless! The only person
he ever loved was dying and he couldn't do shit to stop it!
"Piccolo?" A small voice came from the door. It was trunks, caring a glass of water.
"Come on in kid." He whispered. Trunks barely left Gohan's side sense they had come to Capsule
Corp.
Trunks handed Piccolo the water. "I thought you might want some. Sense your not leaving him
alone.
"Thanks kid." Piccolo accepted the gift and drank it quickly.
"No problem." Trunks sat on the other side of Gohan's bed. "He's going to make it. I just know
he will. He said ½ to himself.
"I know kid, I know." Piccolo smiled to himself. "He's always been a survivor."
"Piccolo? Do you- Do you think-"
* 'cuz tomorrow's another day, and im thirsty anyway... so bring on the rain*
"Do I think what kid?"
"Think that my father is in heaven? He's done bad stuff but-"
"Yeah I know what you mean." Piccolo looked intently at the eight year old in front of him.
"Vegeta told you that he's look out for you. I've never known him to break his word. So yeah,
even if Yemma sent him to the Home For Infinite Losers. he's most likely strapped to Goku with
a hand on King Ki's back right now."
*It's almost like the hard time circle round... a couple drops and it all starts coming down.*
"Goten is coming over to play." Trunks whispered. "So I have to go. When Gohan wakes up- Tell
him a stopped by." And with that Trunks left.
"I will." Piccolo said to the empty room. He brought Gohan's hand to his lips. "You'll be okay
love...Pl-" The steady sound of beeping that regulated Gohan's heart stopped and echoed one
long sound.
Bulma rushed in. "Oh no!" She started yelling orders at people and ushered Piccolo out of the
room.
*Yeah I might feel defeated, I might hang my head. I might be barely breathing but I'm not dead-
no.*
Piccolo could hear every move maid in that room. And he knew Gohan was giving in.
"Oh please Kami no..." He whispered and watched through the glass as they tried to get Gohan to
breath once more.
* 'cuz tomorrow's another day, and im thirsty anyway... so bring on the rain*
Beep.. Beep...
"We Have a pulse!' Bulma shrieked with joy. "Now just hold on Gohan."
"Mrs. Briefs, it might be possible Mr. Son can not breath on his own any longer- it would be
dangerous to take the risk of letting him."
"Then get a damn respirator in here!!" She yelled. "He's not going to die! Not like Goku, and Not
like Vegeta!" She rushed out with tears in her eyes. "Piccolo... Im so close to the cure... I know I
am." She placed hand on his.
*No I'm not going to let it get me down, I'm not going to cry.*
"Then hurry Bulma.."He whispered. "He's in so much pain- I can't.." He Stopped. He couldn't
say it. He would break if he did. And he couldn't afford to. Not when Gohan needed him the
most.
"Bulma- Piccolo..."Chichi walked down the hall. "Is Gohan?"
"He's fine for now..." Bulma went to her lab.
*And I'm not going to lose any sleep tonight... Because tomorrow's another day..*
Both Piccolo and Chichi say next to Gohan. The steady beeps were the only sound between them
for a very long time.
"He loves you." Chichi said finally. "And I can see you love him as well."
"He does, I do." Piccolo answered. "He'll get better, Bulma almost has the cure."
"I know. Thank you Piccolo." She smiled weakly. "For Being with him through all of this."
"I will never leave him."
"Did you know, the song Gohan sang to you was the same one my father played for Goku and I
when we were first married?"
"I did not."
"It was."
* And I am not afraid, so bring on the rain.., Tomorrow's another day, and I'm thirsty anyway-
So bring on the rain.*
Bulma Came running into the room with a syringe that would have made Goku cry like a baby. "I
HAVE IT!! I HAVE THE CURE!!"
*Bring on- bring on the rain...*