Chapter Twenty Nine- Fashion Show


G
ohan sat in the co pilots seat as Mirai Trunks made the final adjustments to the ships course. Hours had gone past since they had lifted off the Ewoks planet and into the cold emptiness of space. It was fairly late and long past dinner time. Gohan found his eyes kept drooping. He had to keep giving directions to Mirai Trunks since no one else could use the crystal quite the way Gohan could. It really wore Gohan out each time he used it. It felt as though he had trained for several hours straight when he was finally allowed a break.

"Which planet can we rest and re-supply again, Gohan?" Mirai Trunks asked.

Gohan let out a deep sigh of restlessness and he clutched the crystal once more. He gripped it tight in his hands concentrating on the map that filled the inside of his mind. Gohan dropped the crystal on his lap and yawned his reply.

"It's only a couple hours north east. The inhabitants are peaceful creatures. They would be more than willing to help us."

"That's good," Mirai Trunks smiled.

He glanced away from the controls for a second for a second look at Gohan. His head was slightly lowered and his eyes seemed to yearning to shut. Mirai Trunks smirked and whispered, "Head in the clouds, Gohan?"

Gohan jumped backwards quickly his eyes wide. He looked around uncertainly until his eyes rested upon Trunks. Trunks snickered, "No Cell here, Gohan."

"Sorry… I guess I am just a little jumpy, that's all."

"Well, try to get some sleep. You look like you need it."

"Thanks, Trunks," Gohan yawned rubbing his eyes. "I guess you're right. You sure you'll be okay up here?"

"I can handle her. Besides, you been through a lot. Go rest. I'll be there in a moment."


Gohan was heading back to his room when he stopped by the window. He was mystified by the reflection that stared back at him. For a split second he could see Goten with the stars surrounding his face, but when he blinked all that was left was his own tired and surprised expression staring back at him. Gohan sighed and took a seat by the window. His heart throbbed for his little brother that was still out there somewhere. He could only hope that they weren't too late.

It took awhile, but finally Gohan headed down to the sleeping quarters. Mirai Trunks had already gone to bed and in his haste he left the door wide open. Curious, Gohan peered inside. Vegeta had the top bunk to himself while the two Trunks laid snoring on the bottom bunk. Little Trunks was wrapped like a mummy in the sheets and hanging off the bed by his older form who in his sleep was fighting back for the covers. Vegeta had his head pressed between two pillows obviously annoyed by his sons snoring. Gohan laughed halfhearted and shut the door as quietly as possible.

As he groped the doorknob of his room he could catch the faint yelling coming from the girls room. Something about who got which bed. Gohan rolled his eyes and walked lazily into his room.

The lights were all off meaning that Goku had already gone to sleep. Gohan noted this, and tried to be silent as he changed into his pajamas. They were just soft blue pants and a shirt. Nothing embarrassing or fancy in anyway. Gohan yawned once more and pulled himself into the bottom bunk since his father had taken the top like Vegeta. He curled himself into the soft blankets and pillows trying to sleep. But his mind kept falling back on Goten. Sleep did not come to him no matter how many times he turned. Finally Goku's voice broke the silence.

"Man, Gohan. These beds Bulma made aren't that uncomfortable."

Gohan's eyes adjusted quickly to the darkness once he opened his eyes. His father was hanging upside down from the bunk bed staring at him in concern.

"Just worried about Goten, Dad," Gohan said simply. "Sorry to disquiet you."

"It's alright," Goku said slowly. "Your mom got you something. She said you might enjoy it. It's on the dresser."

Goku nodded his head in the direction of the dresser and climbed back up into bed. Gohan slipped out from the covers and walked barefoot across the cold floor to the gift. He turned back to Goku and whispered, "What is it?"

Only Goku's snores answered him. Gohan shrugged and ripped apart the brown paper. He stared at what lay in front of him for some time. His eyes trying to take it in…

"Wow…" He managed to mutter.


Mirai Trunks woke up early to find that they were only minutes till they would be able to land. He called everyone up on deck. Videl and Chichi were first both trying to rip the other's hair out. Next was Goku, Trunks, and Vegeta all who looked hungry and anxious to land. But Gohan did not join them. Mirai Trunks grew worried.

"Where is he, Goku?" Mirai Trunks cried, "Didn't he hear my call?"

"Iunno. I didn't see him when I woke up. I thought he was up here with you," Goku answered.

"The child is in his room," Vegeta hissed, "I heard him talking to himself."

"Really? What about?" Chibi Trunks asked, interested.

Vegeta just ignored him.

"He'll be up in a minute, I'm sure."

"I'm right here," Gohan's voice called behind them.

Everyone turned to see Gohan standing there looking himself over. He was wearing a identical copy of Goku's fighter's gi. The orange and blue that everybody knew and loved. Goku's eyes lit up with pride at the sight. He rushed over and hugged Gohan.

"You look so cool!"

Gohan blushed slightly as everyone examined him except for Vegeta.

"Great. Now there's two of them," Vegeta hissed. "Must everyday start with a fashion show?"

"That looks much better than the other one, Gohan," Chibi Trunks smiled, "It probably easier to fight in too."

"It's easier on the eyes," Chichi nodded in approval.

"You look cute in orange and blue, Gohan," Videl smiled. "You should wear this more often."

"Well, Mom made it. Didn't you?" Gohan asked uncertainly.

"No." Chichi said bewildered, "Who told you that?"

Gohan glanced over at Goku who was now very interested in the ceiling as he whistled loudly and shuffled his feet.


To Be Continued…
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