A/N: Another chapter out… so far, this is all that I have typed, but I have a little more written. Possibly by next week I should have another chapter typed up…
Last Time:
"Why dad, why did you leave? We could have figured something else out! Why did you run! It's all MY FAULT!!" Gohan screamed as loud as his lungs would let him. It was loud enough to scatter all of the nearby birds and other wildlife.
There he remained for hours, just crying his eyes out and sobbing hard enough to almost pass out from lack of oxygen. Finally, he collapsed to the ground and fell asleep from the sheer exhaustion of this day's activities.
WWWWW
Slowly he tried to open his eyes. He wasn't successful. He didn't know where he was, or why he was here. All he remembered was this bad dream about a monster named Cell, his friends dieing, he father sacrificing his own life and then refusing to return, preferring to remain dead than come back to him and mom. His father would never do that. That just wasn't like him. What a nightmare. Finally, his eyes opened to burry images of his surroundings. Why was he so tired? He tried to force his eyes to focus, but they were not cooperating. He rubbed then a few times and they finally started to come into focus. As his eyes began so see clearly, his mind also began to think clearly.
He finally remembered where he was, well, at least where ever here is, and why he was here. He remembered the horror of that monster, and rage caused by his friend's deaths. He remembered the guilt as his father gave his life, and the joy that he would see him again. Last of all, he remembered his father's words and his shock when he heard them. He remembered the feeling of betrayal. That hurt the worst.
He slowly got to his feet and started towards his house. He chose to walk instead of fly, as he enjoyed the quiet time. It gave him a chance to think about what had happened.
He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't even realize he was approaching his house. He walked up to the door and gave a sigh as he placed his hand on the knob. He readied himself got the onslaught from his mother, afraid of what she might say or do. He would probably get yelled at for his stupidity. Hopefully, she wouldn't bring out the frying pan. He shuddered at the thought of the pan. With a final sigh, he turned the knob and walked into his house.
He quietly closed the door behind him, hoping to not anger his mother any further. When Chi-Chi heard the door close, she ran from the kitchen where she was sitting at the table over to her son. She placed her hands on his shoulders and looked him in the eyes. He noticed her eyes where red and bloodshot, her hair was messed up, and streaks ran down her cheeks. She must already know what had happened.
"Mom, I'm…" he began to say but was cut of by his mother's finger over his lips. He looked to the floor ashamed of himself and how he let something like this happen. Also ashamed of the fact that his actions had caused his mother to be like this. What a rotten child he was. He killed his father, and caused his mother this torture and sorrow. Yes, he lost his father, but she lost her soul mate. They had been through so much together, and he ended it. Now they would never be able to create any new memories, and it was his fault…
Chi-Chi noticed him do this, and seeming to read his mind, drew him into a tight hug. She rubbed one hand on his back while the other was on the back of his head. Her poor little boy seemed so distraught. He had seen and done more than he should have in two lifetimes, yet he was only 11. He seemed to be taking it well, all things considered.
Gohan, thankful to have a shoulder to cry on let her hold him and let loose another round of tears, while his mother did the same to him.
"It's okay, Gohan… it'll be alright" she repeated into his ear in between sobs…