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Anger ran through his body, when he found them, when he found who took his Dragonball he would beat them so hard they would think twice before they took anything from anyone. Once again Gohan's screams echoed through the house as his head soon became dizzy, the boy had been okay up till now and he couldn't understand what was wrong with him.

He was just being so damn difficult, in a morning when he was crying for food he would throw the bottle they gave him at Goku, at play time he would throw his toys at Goku, at nap time he would pull his parents hair hard and try to bite them and when they changed his nappy he would scream, kick, pinch bite and pull whatever he could, the same applying to bath time and bedtime.

Walking slowly downstairs he watched as the boy tore at his baby chair, kicking and screaming with thousands of tears falling down his little face. His rosy cheeks now a flaming red colour even as his father lovingly tried to sooth the moody child, gritting his teeth as his hair was pulled harshly. He yanked Gohan away and once again held him above his head, an activity the boy had once enjoyed.

"What in Kami's name is wrong with you Gohan? You're driving daddy insane, the gods only know what you're doing to your Mother!" His voice was stern and harsh as he scolded the child, the screams stopping at the glare in his usually kind Fathers eyes but only for a short time before the screams continued.

Goku flopped down onto the sofa, sighing dejectedly as he did so. His body was numb and his head dizzy as the child continued to wail, his small hands tearing at the material of his Fathers clothes. Goku just didn't know what to do with him anymore, he had always been such a sweet little boy, and smiling and well behaved and now he was like this and honestly he was worse than Chichi with her mood swings.

His thoughts were interrupted as a soaking wet Chichi walked through the door, her hands full of shopping bags; she looked at him, her face still angry and tired as she stormed straight into the kitchen, not even saying a word to him. He had had enough of this, Gohan was being a pain in the arse and Chichi wasn't helping either how were they meant to cope with a distraught son when they couldn't even cope with each other. Not that he would say anything, arguments would continue with more ferocity and his head hurt too much.

Walking over to Goku she took the screaming child from his arms, almost snatching the boy away as she sat singing to him gently, her voice soothing the Childs temper. Goku listened also, his spinning head calming at her wonderful voice, smiling as she unknowingly comforted him. Laying his head back on the sofa he sighed gently, his eyes open slightly and watching her, knowing that the smile on her face was for him, healing his aching heart.

"Goku you look shattered. Why don't you go to bed, I can handle Gohan he's settling down and I'll be up in a second" She reached up and kissed him gently on the cheek.

"Someone stole my Dragonball!" His voice was sad and angry, his eyes intently staring into hers as she stroked his cheeks.

"Someone broke into the house!" She stood abruptly, hesitating as Gohan growled in her arms but soon calmed again.

"I couldn't see any signs of forced entry but his window was open. They must have been after the ball specifically cos that's all they took"

"It's ok Goku, I'm sure we can find it before they make their wish. Are you sure they took nothing else?"

"I've checked most of the house babe; it doesn't look like they took anything else. I can't understand how I didn't sense or hear them. They've all ready made their wish and I don't know what it was for, something bad could happen"

"With Gohan being the way he is you probably had your attentions on him and not what you usually concentrating on. Do you really think they've made their wish?"

"I know they did, I saw the storm coming and going within a few minutes, I've seen and used them plenty of times to know that storm from any other. They defiantly made a wish." He sighed heavily and rolled his head back against the chair back once more, his eyes shut tightly and his hands coming to rub the top of his head gently.

"Goku go to bed! We'll worry about this in the morning, I'll be up in a minute, just set up the travel cot in our room I don't want my baby sleeping in his room in case those thieves come back." Goku stood gently, almost loosing his balance as he rolled his eyes at his wife's paranoia and slowly plodded up the stairs to his room, sleep wasn't sounding too bad. He was more worn down that ever today.

Opening the door lightly she watched him sleep, baby Gohan laughing sweetly to him self in her tired arms as she listened to her husbands light snores. Shopping had been okay, she had spoken to her Father and her friend Lois about her and Goku's problem, neither set of advice really would have helped, they all involved talking with each other but after having tried that on many occasions she had given up trying.

She sighed to her self as her son for once went to bed peacefully, thankful that he would not wake his Father who stirred uncomfortably in his sleep. Sitting at her vanity she let her tears fall silently, Gohan was being such a handful and the fall outs between her and Goku sliced against her heart constantly, she always regretted something she said and now feared that maybe her marriage was breaking down. But as much as she loved him he just wouldn't grow up to the responsibilities he had now.

She gently brushed her hair, ignoring her puffy eyed reflection in the vanities mirror. She could see Goku rolling roughly in his sleep, his position changing each time he moved, he was obviously restless tonight.

The man had so many different sleeping positions, curled up, crouched, sprawled out, front, back, side and she couldn't help but laugh at most of them. Right now he was sprawled out on the bed, his left arm dangling drowsily over the edge of the bed as she crawled in next to him, happy that he was facing her tonight as she snuggled close to him, gently rubbing her fingers through his hair, a painful groan leaving him as he turned his head away, removing her hand she snuggled closer to him. Hopefully things would begin to work out.

She stirred angrily as her son cried, his small body tantruming in the small cot, its stands banging against the floor forced by his angry motions. His screaming didn't cease even as he was being fed and rocked, Gohan had his Fathers appetite and his eating habits so it as a result didn't take long to feed him but getting him to sleep was another task, he really didn't want to go to bed tonight as he pulled on her hair angrily as she tried to gently rock him.

Surprisingly Goku slept through the whole thing, not even stirring as his son was noisily placed in his cot, the neat blankets placed around him soon kicked off in a mess as he continued to wear himself down with another paddy. Twenty minutes of screaming passed before he fell to sleep, his anger apparent until the very last minute and soon after she too was off into dream land.

She groaned as she felt her husband's large hands shaking her gently, his voice a gentle and calm tone as he urged her to wake up. Sitting up she took a deep breath as she yawned surprised to smell breakfast. Her eyes opened fast to find Goku smiling happily at her with a tray of food and drink in front of him.

"Good morning Sweetie. I made you breakfast. I hope you slept well" His voice was soft and a smile still apparent on his face even as he placed a small kiss upon her lips then he moved the tray to her lap and left the room quietly to see to the loud son downstairs.

A large smile spread across her face.

Gohan looked confusing up at his Father, since when did Daddy give him breakfast and where was Mummy? But food was food and he really didn't care who gave him it, as long as he got it. Goku laughed at his son as he confidently tried to pull the spoon from his Fathers hands, one thing the child hated was being spoon fed and he always wanted to do it himself.

Usually Goku would let the child have a chance, time would aid him with practice and eventually he would get it in his mouth not his nose or his ears. But today he wasn't having it, he had things to do and he didn't want Chichi having to clean up the mess their son had made.

Of course paddy's followed and Gohan screamed in protest, his mouth sealed tight when ever the spoon came near him, as he continued to remove the spoon from his Fathers grasp, pinching the skin in an attempt to make him drop it. It didn't work; the minute his hands reached to take the spoon his Father would yank his hand away from his reach.

"Gohan! Not today." Once again Goku yanked the spoon from his son's reach, caring not for the slamming of fists, small wails and angry glares that were thrown at him.

The antics between father and son continued until eventually Gohan gave in and accepted defeat. Eating the food fed to him via spoon by his Father but sulking all the way through. His arms flying towards the stairs in a gesture to be carried upon seeing his mother come down them, the tray in her hands and a sweet smile on her face.

"What's with all the commotion down here? He's usually pretty good at breakfast." She walked over to her weeping child and picked him up, his small arms coming up to hug her and his head resting on her shoulder.

"I wouldn't let him feed himself. I'm not very popular it this moment in time because of it am I son." Goku's hand came to stroke his sons cheek laughing as the boy angrily pulled away, grunting and hid his face in his mothers shoulder.

"Well considering he's not your number one fan right now I'm going to give him a B-A-T-H" Gohan's face turned sour and both parents braced themselves as he struggled in his Mothers arms, Goku suddenly becoming very popular as he reached for his fathers clothes and pulled him closer. His legs flying all over and Chichi starting to loose her temper. Goku noticing her mood change took the screaming child from her arms and tried to calm him, there was something about baths the boy didn't enjoy recently.

Chichi sighed in frustration, when was this going to stop, at this rate they would have to take Gohan to see a doctor, it wasn't normal for a child to change emotionally so quickly.

"Chichi honey you've been stressed a lot lately and from the phone call I got from your Father this morning shopping yesterday didn't go too well. Why don't you go out for the day, relax or something. I'll do the house work and look after this one." Chichi's jaw hit the floor and with a loud squeal which cause Gohan to cry in fear and hide in his Fathers chest she wrapped her arms tightly around her husband, kissing him harshly on the lips before running up the stairs.

Looking in the mirror she finished putting up the last of her hair, a summers dress in a light shade of purple sprawled around her knees. Next door she could hear her husband trying desperately to calm the screaming child and stop the tantrums before he drowned himself, his voice stern and mature.

As much as she hated taking that ball and causing her husband to believe someone had broken in, seeing the anger and sadness in his eyes at the knowledge that he had once again been separated with something that had been close to him, but the outcome seemed to be well worth it. He just wouldn't listen to her before and she wanted what was best for her family and she hadn't expected the change to come around so quickly, she expected a slow steady change not a sudden one, not that she minded.

From his actions so far he was mature and responsible. An adult but with a hint of his unique innocence and now maybe he would listen to her, he would get a job and driving lessons, they could extend the family and set up a college fund for Gohan and most of all maybe he would stop training and insisting that Gohan learn some of what his Father had learnt through life, he might accept their son was to be a scholar and not a warrior.

Goku could be a worthy role model for his children; maybe a scholar himself, or a scientist or an astronaut. No even better maybe he could be a doctor, a man of medicine. That would really be a job their children could look up to and it paid pretty well so money would no longer be a problem, yes a doctor. Her Goku, Dr. Son, it had a nice ring to it.

TBC

Well it is half past one in the morning and I still can't sleep lol but I'm going to try now so I hope this ok even though I am extremely tired lol .Please R&R.

Lots of love and Luck

Chemical Connection.