Chapter two:
The Boy
"Goodbye, Gohan"
"Dad? Dad? DADDY"
Gohan woke in a cold sweat.
"It was just a dream."
"That damn dream again." Gohan thought angrily.
"Now I'll never get back to sleep again tonight." Gohan thought as he looked over at the clock on his wall.
"1:00 am, perfect time for a little walk." He sat up and scanned the room for the clothes he had pulled off before he went to sleep.
"Mom must have picked them up." Gohan thought after searching the room for about a minute.
Sighing he pulled back the covers and walked over to his dresser on the far side of the room. He pulled open the top drawer and grabbed some underwear.
"Third pair today; at this rate I won't have any left by next week." Gohan thoughthumorously as he pulled them on and closed the drawer. Opening the second drawer Gohan wondered were he was going to be walking tonight.
"Probably the city again." He thought as he searched through his second drawer for a black sweatshirt. After about a minute of searching he found it.
"Took me long enough." Gohan thought bitterly.
He pulled the sweatshirt over his head and shut the second drawer. He then proceeded to open the third drawer and grab a pair of jeans, black like his shirt. He shut the third drawer and started to look around for his shoes. He found one in the closet and another under his bed. He pulled both on and opened the window. Jumping out and soaring twenty feet straight up, he headed for Satan City.
Gohan landed on the outskirts of the city as he usually does and proceeded to walk while deep in thought about the cell games.
"Don't worry Dad I'll make you proud of me yet. I'm training harder than ever before; next threat that comes to Earth will need all the help it can get. I'm so sorry for not destroying Cell before you died. Why did you have to do that" Gohan thought angrily.
"Why Dad, Why?" Gohan shouted out loud, tears welling up in his eyes.
"There has to have been another way? Why did you have to do it, Why you? why!" Gohan shouted again.
"Why?" Gohan said weakly tears running unchecked down his face.
"Why? Mom needs you. I need you." Gohan whispered as he sunk down to his knees and puts his face in his hands.
Gohan wept, letting go all of the feeling that had been brewing inside him for months. He sat there the rest of the night reliving the Cell games over and over in his head wondering why.
It was close to dawn by the time he stopped crying and looked up from his hands. Looking around for the first time since he landed on the outskirts of the city he noticed where he was and how vulnerable he looked sitting on his knees on a dark street. He jumped to his feet and tried to get his bearings, looking around for a street sign or anything to tell him were he was. Unable to locate any street signs he began to walk down the street.
After five minutes of walking he heard a gun shot down an ally to his left. Thinking someone might be in danger; he ran down the ally and came to an abrupt stop. Standing in the shadows he saw a boy about his age standing in the middle of the street and two men, one wearing a trench coat and the other wearing a tank top, in front of the boy. Both men were holding a gun, one a pistol; the other an Uzi; the pistol the man in the trench coat was holding was smoking.
"Come on kid give us our money." Said the man in the tank top.
"Go to hell, I don't have your money." Said the boy as he drew a sword from a scabbard he had on his back.
"Oh, look the kid wants to play." Said the man in the trench coat.
"Well if he wants to play I guess we'll play." Said the man in the tank top, taking aim at the boy.
The boy ran at the two men his sword drawn back; catching the men by surprise. He put a deep slash in the man in the trench coat's chest. Pulling his sword up to deliver the killing blow the man in the trench coat; the man in the tank top pulls the trigger of the Uzi.
The boy sees the bullets coming from the Uzi as if in slow motion, watching as each bullet leaves the barrel, streaks through the air and pierces his chest for a moment he just stands there not feeling, just counting the bullets as they go into him. One, two, three, four, five, the boy starts to fall still neither feeling anything nor hearing the shots. His life flashes before his eyes. Then the pain comes, the pain of each bullet shredding through his skin and into his chest. His life is still flashing before his eyes, the images getting faster and faster, but yet they were getting clearer, he could make out faces of people he couldn't remember but at the same time feeling he knew them. Then there was only black.
Gohan watched horrorstruck as the boy charged the men. Surprised at his courage or stupidity, he couldn't decide which. Gohan watched the other man pull the trigger to his Uzi and machine gun fire pelted the boy point blank in the chest. The boy was knocked down by the force of the bullets entering his body.
Gohan rushed over to the man shooting and punched him hard in the jaw. The man sailed twenty feet through the air and through a boarded up window of an abandoned building. Switching his attention to the other man which was behind and slightly to the left of him. Doing a round-house kick he catches the man square in the right jaw and sends him flying through the door of the abandoned building he just sent the other man through. Kneeling down Gohan checks for a pulse on the boy. Finding a faint pulse. He picks the boy up and takes a running leap off of the ground and heads toward Capsule Corp. as fast as he could go.
Chapter three: Voice