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Summary: In our last chapter we faced a troubled Gohan and his dark past of battles. He cries out in pain wondering what he did to deserve his father's pain, but the only people that can help he pushes away with anguish and neglect. Will our hero survive the tribulations of this intensity of father and son?
CrazyGohanGurl: WOW!! You actually reviewed my story?! I can't believe this is such a success because this is partially based on my life moments. Thanks for reviewing! Oh and about the song "Numb," which I loved since last year, I'm using that for my other angst story about Goten-hating-Goku, its called "My pain alone."
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Why Father?
Chapter Four: Painful veracity
Chichi stared out the window blankly while waiting for her son to return from school. She didn't notice his disappearance until Goten called from Capsule Corp asking for Gohan to pick him up. Her eyebrows knitted in confusion as she thought where her eldest son could have been. Where was Gohan?
She started stirring the contents in the pot in front of her and began to worry even more. A storm was brewing for the rain had not settled and the sky looked as if the end of the world were to come. Maybe a hurricane, yet that didn't matter, Chichi was scared for her son.
"Mama, where's Gohan?" Goten asked while pulling on her apron.
"I don't know dear," she sighed. "I really don't know where he is, maybe we should ask Videl. Goten would you call her?"
"Sure!" Goten said with excitement while pulling a chair to the phone to reach it. He pressed the speed dial for Videl and waited a few rings.
"Hello, Satan residence, if you would like to speak to Hercule press one, if you'd like to speak with miss Videl press two, if you'd like to schedule an appointment with the champ press-"
Goten rolled his eyes and pressed two. After a few more rings the phone picked up and a shaky feminine voice picked up. "Hello?"
"Hiya Videl!" Goten said giddily.
"Oh Goten," Videl said softly. "What's up?"
"Oh mama wanted to know if Gohan was over cause he didn't pick me up today," the little boy asked.
Videl's eye's widened slightly and she stuttered. "I-I d-don't know Goten, I'm sorry. Could you give it to your mom please?"
"Okie dokie," he grinned while calling for Chichi. "Mum! Videl wants to talk to you!"
Chichi wiped her hands with a towel and picked up the phone. "Hello Videl."
"Uh hi Chichi," Videl said. "I need to tell you something."
"Go right ahead dear," the elderly woman said while sitting down.
"Its about an assignment we had. Since today was Father's day we had a project to write a poem about our father's. Well Gohan did write a poem but it wasn't exactly an expectable once."
"What do you mean Videl?" Chichi asked. "Did he get a bad grade?"
"N-no," Videl whispered hoarsely. "The poem wasn't a good thing, but a bad thing. Gohan wrote a deeply angst poem about his father and how he left him and you guys alone. I'm not sure what this was about but I tried to talk to him but he pushed me away saying to leave him alone. I was crying all day and I'm scared for Gohan, did you have any idea-"
As Videl said those words the phone slipped through Chichi's hands and she shook her head. "No…"
"Chichi?" Videl asked. "Are you there?"
Chichi picked up the phone once more and blinked. "Are you sure this is what he said Videl?"
"I'm positive, everyone was in shock. I have a copy from the teacher if you'd like to read it," she said.
"Bring it whenever you can," Chichi whispered lightly while saying a good bye. The elderly woman was in deep shock for her worst fear had come true. What she said was true all those years ago.
"One of these days you're going to dig yourself a hole that can't be fixed," she warned to Goku.
He shrugged off the warning saying everything would be fine, but look at her family now. She has a son that remains unknown to her husband and her eldest son who hates his father. "Look what you did Goku, you've made your son believe that you don't care about him, and I'm doubting the fact that you can hear this, but please, come back and save your family before its too late."
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He stared into the sky of nothingness and remained in the spot he was left at that made him dwell through his past. The obsidian-eyed boy grew restless as the rain grew and the sky darkened more than usual. His hair now drooped over his head and his clothes were drenched in sweat, tears, and rain. The shattered teenager known as Son Gohan stood up from his spot and began walking to his home.
Gohan didn't feel like flying, he felt as though his energy had been drained from him and nothing would heal this pain. He felt so emotionless, so empty. It felt as though the world stopped turning and it didn't make sense all because of Goku, his father.
He snorted at the name once again and kicked a rock that was in his way. Only a few more minutes and he'd be home dwelling in the darkness of his room. Something seemed strangely odd for some reason; it felt as though he forgot something…
"Goten!" He said immediately. He had forgotten his brother at Capsule Corp. Gohan was about to fly up, but he felt Goten's ki closely by. "Oh no…"
When he was to walk in that door his mother would bombard him with questions. Gohan shook his head roughly and shrugged off the imagination. "I'll just say I was training and finished all my homework…perfect."
Gohan nodded at his idea and kept saying it was 'perfect' but not knowing what had happened wasn't so perfect…
He then realized he was getting soaked and the weather was getting worse so he powered up his ki energy to heat and dry him up from the damp rain. Gohan moved a piece of his onyx hair out of the way to spot a house up ahead with the lights fully on. 'Time to face the music of home.'
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"Mama, Gohan's coming, I can feel his ki," Goten said while jumping up and down with hyperactive flowing through his veins.
Chichi turned her head toward the door and nodded, "Yes, I can feel him. Can you help me set dinner?"
"Sure!" Goten cheered while grabbing some dishes. He sat the table for three and then grabbed the pots of food. "All done."
"Thank you son," she whispered audibly while looking away. The door suddenly opened and Chichi couldn't bare look at the person who entered…she already knew who it was…
"Gohan!" the younger Son chirped. "Where were you?!"
"Sorry I forgot to pick you up squirt, I was training," Gohan smiled while picking up his brother. "So what's for dinner?"
"Rice, sushi, noodles," Goten started to name off all the food they were going to eat tonight. Gohan noticed something different about his mother, she didn't come up to him and bug him, and she certainly didn't greet him…what was up with her?
"Hello mum," Gohan said while sitting down next to Goten.
"Hello dear," Chichi replied bluntly. "How was your day today?"
"Er p-pretty good actually," he said while eating some noodles. "I was out training but don't worry, I finished my homework."
"Even your poem?" she asked.
Gohan froze and restrained himself from choking, "Uh yeah, all done."
"May I read it?" Chichi asked again. "After all it must be great if it's about your father."
The elder Son's eyes darkened slightly which didn't go unnoticed. "I only had one copy."
"What a pity," Chichi sighed while eating her own food. "I was going to tell everyone about your creativity and strong words."
"No need," Gohan said. "It was nothing big."
Chichi turned to her younger son and smiled softly. "Goten sweetie why don't you got eat in the living room. You can even watch T.V."
"Yippe!" Goten cheered while grabbing his plates and left.
Gohan gazed at his mother and raised an eyebrow. "Are you feeling ok mom?"
"I'm fine Gohan, I just want to know, is everything alright with you?" she asked with worry. "Are you having any problems, issues maybe?"
"I'm fine!" He said in a hushed voice. "There is nothing wrong, honest!"
"That's not what Videl told me," Chichi murmured painfully.
"What are you talking about?" Gohan asked feverishly. "What did she say?"
"The poem Gohan, the poem," Chichi spoke softly. "I know about your problems with your father."