Gohan the Prince
Beaner-Bop
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A/N: I'm on a roll now!
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Disclaimer: Nope.
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Chapter Nine: Yellow Paper
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Gohan sighed as he tied the bow on his suit. Today was the day he had to show his class around the castle. He sighed and just took the bow tie off, throwing it onto the bed. Hopefully his mother won't notice, or if she does it'll be too late to really do anything about it to him.
He went into the… room by the door. He didn't have an idea of what it was called since for well…no reason.
He plopped himself into one of the leather chairs and sat thinking for a moment.
I wonder what… he couldn't finish that thought because he didn't even know what he was thinking about. He sighed and brought his hand up to his hair, sweeping it slightly. He closed his eyes tightly, remembering that his class was going to be here for his 'coming of age' Ceremony.
He sighed and wondered what he was going to do for the next hour and a half. Gohan looked around for a minute, trying to get some ideas. His eyes wondered over to a portrait of a cabin, much like the one that he and his mom and brother lived in. He nodded at it and got off the seat quickly.
He checked the time one more time and nodded again at nothing.
"Time to go."
And with that, he went outside and flew away.
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Videl groaned at the teacher's talking. Actually, she took that 'talking' part back. It was more like groveling… Or at least that's what she thought the word was [1]. Her father had decided to come on this little field trip and Videl hated it, while everyone else absolutely loved the idea that the 'Great Hercule' was coming along.
Go figure.
She sighed, remembering why her father decided to come on this little ride in the first place.
"I didn't get my invitation, SO, being the nice guy I am, I'm going to give them the chance to make it up!"
Those weren't the exact words he said, but those were to the point that she could actually stomach them.
She groaned, her dad was sitting in front of the bus telling another story about some evil villain that oddly enough wasn't Cell.
She snorted when he said that was how he met her mother. Her eyes widened but she didn't show it to anybody. She glared at her father.
Stop changing your story, you idiot! She thought lightly.
She sighed again and leaned back. Erasa and Sharpner were both hanging on her father's every word, which meant she didn't have anyone to talk to for the next couple hours. She pulled out a notebook and started drawing on it.
Her art skills weren't renown or anything, but you could at least recognize what it was that she was drawing.
Skritch. Scratch. Skritch
Videl smiled at the sound of the pencil hitting paper, she knew it was odd but she always liked listening to the sound of it for some reason. It was very… relaxing to her. She looked up at her dad.
Unlike other things… She thought to herself.
She started writing nothing specific, she took her eyes off the paper actually and just doodled if that's what you wanted to call it. When she looked back at her picture, her eyes widened.
A small face, expertly drawn, was staring back up at her. Her eyes seemed distant and troubled. Videl looked at the drawing closer, knowing that something was going on, considering the fact that there was no way in hell she could draw that good.
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Gohan landed in front of his house. Walking inside seemed strange to him, like he just came back from vacation.
The house was cold and so unlived in, surprising that they weren't really gone that long of time when one really thinks about it. The floor boards creaked oddly, at least to him. He never really noticed any of this stuff when somebody else was in the house with him.
His eyes wandered around the house, the lights were still off since he didn't make any type of effort to turn them on.
He walked into his room and his eyes went straight for the book case. Only a few were actually holding books (plenty stuffed), two of the shelves however were holding photographs. Gohan gazed at them slowly, not really thinking about anything. He picked one up and than remembered the letter in his pocket.
His eyes widened slightly, and he put his hand into his pocket. A second later, he the yellow paper was in his hand.
He opened it again, even though he already read it, deciding to read it again.
Dear Miles, 1-23-23
I feel as though my end is coming. You may think I'm just being a silly girl again but I van feel it. People do want me out of the picture you know.
I wish I knew if I was right or not, but than again, perhaps this problem is out of my hands.
I guess I'm sounding awfully gloomy at the moment, aren't I? I've had this feeling for about a week now so I'm feeling quite depressed.
Your absence away from everything hasn't helped anything. You've been gone for quite a bit longer than what you've told everyone. You said you would be gone for two weeks at the most, and it has actually been two months.
I'm hoping that these letters get to you. When are you coming back home? Please let it be soon.
Sincerely,
Lenora
There was another piece of paper with it which Gohan decided to read again as well.
Dear Miles,
I am still awaiting your return. What is wrong with you? You aren't home and I sure as hell haven't gotten a response yet. Where are you?
I know you must be getting these letters, otherwise they'd be coming back to me with a return address of some sort.
Why can't you come back? It's been five months. Please come back. What was wrong in the first place? Was it something that someone did?
Don't you care about anyone here? We all need you, just like you need us. Please choose wisely. Whatever the problem, we van deal with it like we always do.
I bet you think I'm going to get tired of sending letters aren't you? Well I won't! I'll keep sending them until you finally find some reasoning, wise resasoning.
Sincerely,
Lenora
Gohan looked at it again, wondering if he should be shocked by this letter or not. Something was odd about the letter, he could tell that right off, unlike what it was that was odd with the letter. He sighed, folding it back up and putting it into his pocket. He looked at the clock and cursed under his breath slightly seeing the time.
He spent more time here than he thought he would…
He ran out the door and took off, hoping to beat his classmates to the 'tour' (his mother's words) or the 'thing of death' (his words) or 'that damn thing had better be quick, I need to use the brat for training thing' (Vegeta's).
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Gohan touched down just in time to see his mother running out the door. When she saw him, he saw her visibly relieve. Than he saw her visibly get angry.
Uh oh…He thought to himself when his mother started stalking towards him.
"SON GOHAN! WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BE-" That was when the bus decided to turn into their 'driveway'. Gohan sent a silent 'Thank you' up to Dende and watched as the clanging and dirty bus pull up in front of the 'house'. Chichi glared at her son, both knowing that she couldn't really do anything to him at the moment since he needed to start the tour soon.
One by one his classmates piled out of the bus and looked around. When they saw him they all waved and started running over to him.
He grinned sheepishly at them and he turned to see who else was coming off the bus. His eyes widened when he saw Videl slowly trudging her feet in the gravel over to him. She looked up at him sadly, something he wasn't sure about.
"I'm really, really sorry." Gohan looked at her confused.
"About what?" Gohan's attention was taken away from her by Sharpner.
"You will not believe who we got to come here with, man!" Gohan never saw Sharpner so happy, he was jumping up and down like a toddler who just grasped the concept of 'Trick or Treat' for Halloween (grab the candy and run). Gohan sweat dropped, still looking at the blond teen.
"Uh…who?" Sharpner jumped up and down even more so and his grin widened.
"Hercule!" Gohan's eyes widened as he heard the voice of the 'strongest man on earth' coming from the bus.
He shut his eyes tightly, thinking one thing. Oh no…
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A/N: What do'ya think? I'm just getting back onto my updating roll, but that doesn't mean I'll update tomorrow and than again and again. It's getting harder and harder for me to just sit down and type…
My stories may come out more and more sarcastic as of late, as I'm starting school again -_-;; look back at B*tch Slap! And you may see what I mean…
[1] - Me, being the lazy person that I am didn't look up the word to see if this was right. Sorry if I'm wrong!