Hey! It's me! Well, no one really read any of my stories before, but oh well! I have no idea where this story came to me, but, yeah. If you read and review, I'll, I'll, well I won't do anything except...well, I can't do that either. Just read it! I won't let my brother read it so you should feel special (nods wisely). Hope you enjoy!
"Gohan! Time for breakfast!" Chi Chi hollered up the stair into her son's room.
"Uh." Goahn rolled over onto his side facing the door. "Coming, Mom!" It hurt to yell back and his head felt like it were swelled like a balloon.
Oh man, he thought, Dad and I were supposed to train today. Maybe this is just a morning thing, it'll go away in a bit, right?
He dragged himself out of his bed and forced himself to change into his clothes. He had bags under his eyes from a very rough sleep the previous night. His hair seemed more tangled than usual.
"Morning, mom. Morning, dad." The not-so-entusiastic youth said, walking into the kitchen where food pilled a mile high lay on the table. There was eggs, bacon, toast, hash browns, french toast, bananas, apples, oranges, milk, waffles, beagels, pancakes, and muffins.
"Hey, son. Ready for some sparring after breakfast?" Goku asked, flashing his famous Son smile. "I can't wait!"
Chi Chi gave her husband a stern look. "Don't get too excited. He has to finish all of his studies first. Remember, Goku?" Chi Chi folded her arms. As much as she wanted Gohan to be a genius, she also wanted him to be happy, so she permitted her son to fight with his father.
Crestfallen, Goku turned back to the food set before them. A grin set upon his face once again. "But that shouldn't take too long, right, Gohan?"
Gohan, still half asleep, only shrugged his shoulders and yawned.
Goku stuffed the first three pancakes in his mouth. "Mmmm. monny, thif if goob."
Gohan picked up his first four pancakes and placed them on his plate. He picked up his knife and began cutting the smallest one in front of him. After cutting it into smaller pieces, and placed a couple in his mouth. They taste good, but swallowing them was horrible.
Goku looked up. "Gohan, you don't seem to be eating very much. Are you not hungry or something?"
"Oh, no. I'm starved." At that, he began eating the rest of his pancakes as quickly as they were piled on his plate.
"Boys," Chi Chi interrupted, "I am gonig to be out for two or three days, visiting my father, and helping him out around the house, cleaning and stuff, and I was wondering if you two would be alright here by yourselves?"
"Sure, Chi Chi." Goku said. "We'll be just fine."
"Yeah, Mom. Don't worry." Gohan mumbled, trying to sound a little more enthused than his morning greeting. This day really was not going great.
"Well, if you are okay with it, I will be leaving after the dishes are finished." Chi Chi unfolded her arms and smiled. She was kind of worried they would starve to death before the first day was even over, but they could find something easy they could cook up. She would make some them something simple like a seven layer dinner with a rice side dish or something for lunch, and that would be that.
"Go and help your father, you haven't seen him in awhile, right?" Goku gulped down the last pancake and started on the waffles, taking five at a time.
"That's true." Chi Chi sighed.
"Come on, Gohan!" Goku yelled behind him, as he flew threw the air.
Goahn, not going quite as fast, was trailing behind.
Goku stopped so fast that, since Gohan was not paying attention, the younger Son bumped into him.
"Gohan, are you feeling all right?" Goku asked, concern dripping from each word said.
"Wha-? No, I fine, Dad." Goku gave him a look of disbelief. "Honest." Gohan added, putting on his best smile.
"If you're sure."
With that, they flew off again.
Ow, my head, Gohan thought, I thought it would have gone away by now, and my throat is murder.
They landed down in the middle of the forest where no one could see them.
"Ready?" Goku asked his son, who looked a little pale in the sun.
"You know it, Dad." Gohan threw the first punch , the second, then the third. Goku stood there blocking them as if they were being thrown to him through jell-o.
"My turn," Goku said, and swiftly threw a punch of his own.
Gohan quickly blocked it.
There, all I needed to do was get my mind off whatever is going on and I don't think about it, Gohan concluded. If only we could do spar all day. Oh man, I thinking again, ow, ow, ow. I'm so tired, what if I-
Goku slugged Gohan in the stomach, catching him off guard. Gohan fell out of the air and into a bunch of bushes.
This isn't so bad, what if I lay here for awhile, Gohan closed his eyes. Then opened them to the realization that the food he had eaten earlier that day had changed it's course!
He hid himself from his father as long as he could, attempting to keep his ki to the very lowest he could while he was vomiting.
Up in the sky, Goku searched for Gohan. I didn't hit him that hard, did I? Then again, he was not really acting like himself today, either.
"Gohan?" Goku shouted. "Where are you? Are you alright?"
Goku landed softly on the ground near the bushes where he had last seen his son fall.
"Gohan!" Goku called again. He sensed his son's ki over to the right.
Gohan wiped the regurgitated food from his mouth. "I'm over hear, Daddy."
Gohan stood up and swayed alittle, hoping his father had not sensed his weakened body strength.
Goku walked up to his son. "What happened up there? You seemed...a little distracted."
A little isn't the word for it, Goku thought, Gohan seemed completely out there.
"I just have a little headache," Gohan lied. Little, he thought, more like gigantic.
"Well, if that's it, then do you want to go at it again?" Even though Gohan was usually honest, Goku still wasn't completely convinced his son was telling the truth.
They sparred a little longer, with much pain for Gohan.
It was almost four o'clock when they returned to their abode out of the forest.
"Are you hungry, Gohan?" Goku called up the stairs when he heard the shower turn off. What a stupid question that is, Goku thought. Of coarse he is, he's half saiyan.
Upstairs, Gohan pulled on what his mother called, his-study-clothes. Upon hearing his father yell, Gohan's stomach was pleased to hear the invite for food, but his head and throat told him other wise.
After the sparring, it had hurt to breathe, but that was because Goku karate chopped his son in the neck. He was about to reply when he, yet again, felt the food he had eaten earlier come up into his throat, stinging enough to make tears come to the young saiyan's eyes.
When he had finished vomiting, Gohan answered in a weak, hoarse voice. "No thanks, Dad. I-I'll get something later. You go ahead and eat without me tonight."
"That's strange," Goku whispered to himself. "Gohan never passes the oppertunity for food, something is definately up." Out loud Goku said, "If you're sure, son."
Gohan layed down on his bed, head pounding. "Gee, I wish this could stop for a minute. Then maybe I could think straight" But he knew was not going to happen.
"What if I meditated? I doubt I'll be able concentrate, but I could just about try anything to get rid of this for at least five minutes, that would be help."
Gohan sat on his floor, crossed his legs, and closed his eyes, clearing his mind of everything he could.
THUMP
"Ow!" Gohan murmured quietly, going back to his meditation.
THUMP
"This is going nowhere," Gohan said in a hushed voice. "If I fall asleep, Dad will know something is wrong. If I stay up, my head will explode. What on Earth am I gonig to do? It hurts, but I don't want Dad to tell Mom so she can come home instead of helping Grampa."
"What if I just layed down for awhile? I mean, it wouldn't hurt. I'll just tell Dad i'm taking a brake from my studies and that will be it." Gohan smiles at his genius. Dad would believe me, Mom said I had to study anyway, he thought concluding the conversation with himself.
He layed down on the bed again. the thumping had appeared to cease, only to come back a few seconds later twice as hard. "Maybe if I just close my eyes...." Gohan mumbled, shutting his eyes slowly, as if still debating to sleep or not.
He was asleep before he could finish his last thought.
DREAM
"Gohan!" Chi Chi called in her merry voice. "I need you to go out an mow the lawn, okay, sweetie?"
"Sure, Mom." Gohan said with a little bit of disappointment in his voice. He hated mowing the lawn.
"I wasn't done. I want you to weed the garden and then I want you to harvest the garden, okay? You can choose which ever one you want to do first, of course!" His mother smiled and went back inside to finished cooking dinner. Gohan guessed that's what she was doing, anyway.
He began to weed the garden as the sun beat down on him. Suprising enough, Gohan did not seem the least bored doing the chores he had always dreaded doing.
He rid himself of harvesting the garden too, which was not painfully unrewarding. His last chore; mowing the lawn. He pulled the string and nothing happened. He tried a second time, nothing. A third time and it jolted and spang to life.
He appeared to be a quarter of the way done, when something odd began to happen...it was snowing! Gohan shivered at the cold nipping at his finger tips.
How strange, he thought. It never snowed here before, what would make it start now? Must be the O Zone Layer...
It began to snow harder.
"Mom, can I come in? It's snowing!" Gohan shouted through the howling wind. Thinking to imself how strange that sounded.
Chi Chi stuck her head out of the door. "Sorry, Gohan. You've given me too many excuses before, you are going to finish the lawn if it takes all day. Got it, mister?"
Gohan's teeth began chattering. "Y-Yes-s, m-m-mom."
The wind did not seem to die, in fact, it blew harder than before. It was turning into a blizzard, and Gohan wassupposed to mow the lawn!
"This is rediculous!" Gohan mumbled to himself, shaking all over. "I can't even see where the grass is anymore. How does she expect me to mow it?!?"
This was it. He was going to freeze to death. His mother would not even know, she would be more concerned that the grass was not cut.
His legs were going numb, he already lost feeling in his fingers, his head was swirling, and all he could do
"Gohan! Gohan! Gohan!" his mother's voice rang into his head like a bell. They began to fade. Gohan wished he could grab onto the sound and let it bring him back, out of the pain he would be in if he ever got out of it, the numbness, the sort-of lonelness. He wanted to run toward the voice, but his legs were too stiff, he was shivering too furiously, it almost paralyzed him.
"Gohan! Gohan! G-"
End Dream
Well? What do you think? What's going to happen? XD I know!!! But you don't!! I have the next chapter written, but I think I'll wait for reviews, if you know what I mean. Muhahahahahaha! PLEASE?!?