Demands:

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ.

A/N Due to this popularity (and several people's pleas) of this fic, I've decided to make it no longer a one-shot. But please, bare in mind that chapter one was planned as a one-shot, so the plots going to be shaky from now onwards. If it isn't as good as chapter one, then I'm sorry, but this is the best I can do. Okay? Good!

Chapter Two:

A tired King Yema sat at his desk, staring at the kid in front of him, the one who was refusing to move. He seemed to be crying.

Now, King Yema knew who this kid was. It was Son Gohan; Goku's son. He'd told the kid that, seeing as he saved the Earth, he was allowed to keep his body and train. The kid, however, had just stared at him and said, "I really am dead…" before looking back to the floor.

There was something else about the kid, something he hadn't told him, but only because he wasn't allowed to. It wasn't his place. He didn't really understand it anyway, even if he was King Yema.

Gohan chose that moment to look up, choked back his tears, and flew out of King Yema's check-in station, as luck would have it, down snake way.

Goku was confused. He'd just asked what was going on, and they'd all burst into hysterics! Well, everyone except Vegeta, who was just glowering at him. Not to mention Piccolo, who'd just blasted off as soon as he arrived. Something very strange was going on… and he needed to find out what it was. He put his hand to the back of his head and laughed weakly, "Er? Guys? I don't get it."

Bulma straightened up, rubbing her red, puffy eyes. "Goku, there's something we need to tell you, but maybe it would be best if we told Chichi and you together…"

Krillin's eyes widened. "Chichi?" he cringed, knowing full well what an angry Chichi was like.

Bulma's eyes were filled with rage as she turned to Krillin. She gritted her teeth. "Yes, Krillin," she growled. "She needs to know."

"But… she'll pulverize us…"

"Well, maybe we deserve it!" yelled Bulma, unwilling to forgive herself for letting Gohan wish away his life like that, all for his father.

Yamcha was about to walk over to her, but stopped at a glower from Vegeta. "It was no one's fault, Bulma," he said softly, as compensation for being unable to go over without being blasted off the face of the Earth.

"We could have stopped him…" she whispered, more silent tears trickling steadily down her cheek. "And now… he's gone…"

By now, Goku was thoroughly confused. "Er… guys…what happened to who?" Everyone besides Vegeta jumped; they'd forgotten he was there! Now what where they going to say?

Mirai Trunks, whose face was white from losing Gohan in a second timeline, said, "We really had better tell them together."

The others nodded in agreement.

"Huh?"

Gohan reached the end of snake way before long. It was a very long way, but with his super saiyan speed it seemed like practically nothing to him. Unfortunately, at the very end of snake way was…. nothing. Absolutely nothing. He'd heard his dad say it was some kind of planet… oh yeah, King Kai's planet. But there was nothing there. All of a sudden, it clicked. "Oh… He brought Cell here…but that means King Kai must be dead!" A fresh wave of tears fell down his cheeks. It was bad enough that his father was dead thanks to his foolishness, but other people too? That was just unthinkable. He was a lousy kid. He obviously belonged in HFIL – at least, it was obvious to him.

He looked down from the edge of snake way, down into the pit of utter nothingness. Space, perhaps? He couldn't tell. There didn't appear to be any stars about, anyway… but then again, Cell's explosion could have wiped out stars and planets for miles around. And to think; it was his fault and his alone. He could have stopped this entire thing happening, could have stopped all the bloodshed. Another tear tickled his cheek. He sighed, wiping his eyes, and sung something softly to himself. "And if one little saiyan should accidentally fall…"

Meanwhile, Dende was having a serious discussion with the Namekian Elder. "What happened to Shenron? Since when has he had the free will to do that?"

"Since the Namekian Dragons Rights Act," replied the Namekian Elder.

Young Dende sighed. "It wasn't something I did wrong, was it? I'm not being a good guardian, am I?"

"Calm down Dende. It's nothing to do with you. Porunga is also having a certain amount more rights than he should have, so it's not just Shenron. Things will work out, I'm sure."

Dende breathed a sigh of relief. "Good, I was worried they'd hurt me…" The Namekian Elder sweatdropped, but waved farewell as Dende headed back to the planet he was now Kami of.

They were now all worriedly outside the Son house. Bulma didn't even get a chance to knock before Chichi rushed out. "HE DID IT! HE DID IT!" She looked around wildly, then blinked, confused. Her eyes fell on Krillin: the guy most likely to be intimidated by her. "WHERE'S GOHAN?"

She demanded. Goku grinned suddenly. "I knew there was something missing! That's it! Gohan! Where is he, you guys?"

His grin faded by the grim, weary looks the others gave him. "…Guys?"

Chichi tapped her foot. "Well? I'm waiting!"

Bulma sweatdropped, knowing she was the only one confident and delicate enough to let them know the bad news. She gave an extremely weak smile. "Maybe you guys had better sit down…"

A/N: Like it? I know it was short, but I honestly couldn't think of anything else without spilling too much of the plot into this chapter – all will be revealed in the third or fourth. Well, maybe not all, but more than now anyway :P There are things that need to be done and I don't want to rush the plot.