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Smiling he watched his son play with his food, small dabs of liquid food flying around the highchair as the little boys spoon struck the bowl hard. His own breakfast lay untouched in front of him, its smell not enticing his usually large appetite as he felt unready to eat.

Opposite him Chichi shuffled uncomfortably, she hated it when they didn't speak, when breakfast held such a thick silence that it would seem someone had died suddenly. Inside her head numerous sentences sprung forward, each sweeter and more loving than the last but her mouth refusing to say anything.

Every so many minutes he would throw her a glance, tears still in her eyes as she poked unwillingly at the meal before her. He wanted to say something, at least try to make things take a step forward but fear held him back. Last night had been just as difficult as the last, his body once again resting on the living room couch and not in his warm bed where he could hold her.

Sighing he watched the rain that fell outside, it wasn't hard just a light drizzle that drifted on the slowly blowing wind. Stretching he stood, his eyes heavy with the bags that lay beneath them. Slowly he walked to the door, taking his jacket and slinging it around his arm as he bent down to say goodbye to his son, smiling at his chuckles and the porridge coated hands that came to rest on his cheeks.

After cleaning the mess his son made upon his face he turned to his wife, her head still hung low as he walked behind her, briefly planting a small kiss upon the top of her head and walking on through the front door and off to work.

Watching him go she sank into her chair, her face falling into her hands as she let the morning's tears flow, Gohan sadly watching his mother in silence.

Her umbrella shook slightly as she walked towards him, his face watching his feet as he stood patiently under the entrance hall roof. His face was as low as she thought it could get, his eyes narrowed in sadness and his face haunted with a frown.

"Good morning miserable, ready to get going?" Smiling she hoped to cheer him up, her hand coming to rest on his bicep and lead him towards her car as she held the umbrella over both of them.

"I guess so" Smiling slightly he walked along with her, uncomfortable with her clutching to him the way she was but going along with it.

The car sped along the road fast, Goku's hands resting hard upon the dashboard for support and from fear. The woman was a maniac when it came to driving, her speed never slowing for even the corners as she randomly and angrily overtook all around her in one fast and swift movement, Goku beginning to regret even getting in the car with her.

"Could you try slowing down a tad, I'm not really in the mood to crash" Laughing she smacked his arm, her foot pressing down harder on the accelerator and the car thrusting fast out of west city and towards the greens of the countryside.

"Come on Goku I never thought I would have to tell you to lighten up. It's quite a long journey and I want to get there fast. You used to love this, always telling me to go faster." Sighing he pushed harder onto the dashboard, his knuckles white from effort.

Looking out the window he found it to be like looking into a coliderscope, all the colours of the animals and plants around him melding into one drug induced pattern. Looking ahead of him he watched the distant mountains coming closer at a rate he would never consider going, the woman next to him now singing loudly to the radio, pleased that this seemed beyond familiar to him.

"Kami it's just like the old times, when I and you would run off on an adventure and get up to all kinds of mischief and even if you went off on your own, we always managed to meet up somehow." Smiling he watched her dreamy face, longing to know of what he had done as a child, what he had seen and where he had gone.

"Mischief?" Confused Goku looked at her, wondering what it was that he could have gotten up to.

"Oh yeah you were a little rascal, always running off to help someone or train. You know you left once to find the four star Dragonball and when we met up with you again you had fought and defeated a whole army." Looking at him she smirked at his open mouth, his eyes wide with shock at the news of one adventure.

"Were they all like that?" Laughing Bulma nodded enthusiastically, happy with the large smile that now sat on his face.

"From our first one in the mountains where I found you to the fight against Piccolo, they were all heart stopping and we were all proud of you by the end. You see a lot of the things you did left us all gob smacked, I mean how many 12 year olds have strength enough to bring down an army."

Still he smiled, pleased with the story he had just been told, not wanting to believe the impossibility but knowing it was true. The rest of the journey he was fired with tale after tale of adventure and action, his mind still a blur to everything she said but still enjoying every word she said.

As the clouds faded away and the sun briefly shone he beheld a tall tower, its thin white stones reaching beyond the cloud line and into the skies above, beyond eyesight. Amazingly it shone beyond wonder, its pure white surface radiant under the suns rays and with the blackness of the forest that surrounded it; to him it seemed rather holy.

"There it is: Korin's Tower. It's amazing isn't it?"

"It's bloody tall! How do we get up there?" Shocked Goku looked at her, praying that he didn't have to climb it, he wasn't sure if he was capable of that and who knew how far above the clouds it went.

"We fly silly, how else would we get up there. I mean sure you could climb it with ease but me huh you got to be kidding."

He swore he was going to throw up, the tower being taller than he could ever have imagined and the very fast, totally vertical flying hadn't made him feel very comfortable. Up here the sun shone so brightly it was unbelievable, the white and gold palace at the end gleamed splendidly in the light of the day, a garden so well cared for that Kami himself must have blessed them with a life force greater than anything.

Smiling in wonder he beheld the beauty of the arena like ground he stood on, considering how thin the tower was and how large the platform he now stood on was his first worry had been general physics but now, gazing upon what stood here, it was like all your worries could float away as he watched the clouds below him, looking like the wings of an angel as the sunlight graced them.

Bulma too was in awe as she gazed upon a home even grander than her own, her hands soon dragging a marching Goku to the entrance of the palace. Straightening her hair she turned to look at him, her smile wide as she thought of how to go about explaining the problem.

"Ok Goku let me explain it to him and then together we'll come up with a way to reverse it. Ok?"

"You seem to know what you're doing more than I do. So lead the way." Giggling she walked through the door, Goku closely following behind her. The inside of the palace was just as magnificent, it's walls the same white and gold as outside but wondrous art and sculptures lay around the corridors and although uncarpeted the floor was made of the finest marble.

Hearing Bulma yelp in shock his attention was quickly drawn forward, his eyes falling upon a small man, his skin a deep black and a cloth turban upon his head, his body big with muscle and clothed in Middle Eastern clothing. His frown soon vanished and was soon replaced with a large smile, his arms out wide as he walked towards Goku, the boy only stepping back away from him.

"Goku what a pleasure to see you again, what brings you back here?" Goku looked at Bulma as he stood pressed against the wall, he pointed at the small 'man' before him.

"Kami?" Bulma's face dropped as she pulled him forward, and back towards her.

"No Kami is taller, a lot taller. This is um….um….Who are you?" Her face turned away from Goku and towards the small man near her, his smile dropping and his face now holding a confused smile.

"I am Mr Popo. I saw to a lot of Goku's training, especially the mediation." Leaning down Goku looked at his trainer, unsure as to what more than meditation the man could have taught him.

"Ok well we need to see Kami urgently, it's about the Dragonballs." Bulma's face was stern and stubborn as he fist clenched and her fingers mentally crossed that this Popo would let them see Kami.

"Well I don't know about you young lady, I don't even know who you are but Goku is more than welcome to go see him. You I'm afraid will have to prove that you are worthy enough to get in." Goku laughed as he watched Bulma's face drop in shock, smiling as she argued her case. "I'm very sorry young lady but it's the rule that you must prove yourself before you can enter"

"Bulma just tell me what to say and I'll say it, I'm sure if I get stuck that Kami will come see you if I request it."

"But how will you know who Kami is?" Mr Popo looked between the two adults, his mind confused as to what exactly was going on with Goku.

"I'm sure Mr Popo here would have no problem in kindly showing me where to go?" Shaking his head the man gave Goku the directions to the throne room, shocked at the maturity Goku had taken.

Thanking him he left to look, the palace inside seemingly bigger than what it appeared to be as he noticed rooms and corridors getting bigger and better. His watch bleeped with an alarm, it had taken them two hours to get from west city general hospital to here and he would have to ensure that everything was sorted and solved with enough time to get home on time. If not Chichi would suspect something was going on if not worrying that he had left home.

No lights lay on the walls or the ceilings, the further away from the natural light outside you got the darker the corridors got, the rooms filled with candles for light, automatically lighting when someone stepped in.

Picking up a faster pace Goku marched steadily through the corridors directed to him, the walls holding so much silence that even his gentle breathing could be heard echoing off the walls. Here his feet trod delicately and with silence as he tried to remember this place, it seemed familiar but the memory was almost a life time away as he strained to remember. The large Golden doors to the throne room, shone under the light of two candles that flickered with glory to the sides of the hallway.

Looking up at the enormous doors his fists came to knock gently upon them, no answer received but almost immediately the doors opened. Scanning the dark room Goku walked in, his hands instinctively out in front of his body in case something jump out. The room was stunning as he took in the images.

There were no windows upon the walls and the room glowed with a purple aura that seemed to glorify everything their beams touched, a crystal ball floated solitarily in the centre of the room, Goku daren't touch anything. Finally spotting the large chair he was surprised to find it empty, turning around he looked and still found no one as he checked the path he had just taken. Gasping he felt Goosebumps rise on his skin, the door now gone and the light intensity increasing as from the shadows he watched a tall alien like figure appear before him. A long white gown upon his body as the green skinned man came walking towards him, his age was apparent by the deep wrinkles in his skin, he had no hair and two large pixie like ears framed his face, a large walking stick held tightly in his left hand aiding him to walk and a small, intimidating frown upon his face as Goku backed towards the walls.

Saying nothing Kami remained still, standing tall above his last pupil and surprised at the fear that now lay on his face. He wasn't wearing his usual choice of clothing; the fighting garbs and loose fitting clothing that seemed so familiar to the warrior were replaced with a smart suit like dress. His trousers a black, restricting material and his top a loose button up shirt. Why the young warrior would wear such clothing was a mystery to the old guardian but after the boy gone off to marry he had paid little attention to his life but missed the atmosphere he seemed to bring with him.

"Goku, how very nice of you to come and see me like this." The guardian seemed happy as he beamed a huge smile towards Goku, his hands resting on the young warriors shoulder.

"You are Kami then?" Tilting his head to one side the guardian laughed whilst nodding.

"Of course I am; you know that. Piccolo looks a lot younger than me now doesn't he?" Utterly confused Goku steered a nod.

"I suppose he does. Lord Kami Sir I was wondering if you could help me, I have a problem involving the Dragonballs." Some part of him regretted saying it as a Kami's smile dropped, his large form sitting upon the throne of the room and his hand coming his chin. A few minutes past before Kami motioned with his hands for Goku to continue.

"Well you see Chichi, my wife she made this wish that I do what she had asked of me. Sir I don't remember a thing about my past or who I was. That includes you, Piccolo and even Bulma and she has informed me that I'm close to all of you. I was hoping that maybe you could undo the wish instead of making me wait a year."

"I'm sorry Goku but I can't…ah please don't make this any harder by pleading with me. I told you all those years back when you asked me to reignite the balls that this must be the first and last time that I do this for you, we made a deal that you would stay here and train with me for the battle with piccolo in return for my favour. I'm really sorry Goku but I just can't, I'm afraid you'll have to wait"

"But please Sir what if Piccolo or some other threat comes along. Bulma says that I won't be able to help and no body else will be able to. Please Sir I'm begging you, I don't like not remembering. I want to know how to fight again; I don't want to be a doctor anymore I just want everything to be back to normal. Chichi hates me, I can't go one day without loosing my temper and even though my son is dealing with this all really well I don't want to put him through nay more. I just want everything to be how it was…Please"

Sighing Kami beheld the shards that were left over of the warrior he had trained only recently. The boy had a point, not a totally valid point but still a good enough one and he supposed he did owe the boy a debt for sparing his life at the end of the tournament, by not killing piccolo.

"Alright but I don't need to reignite the Dragonballs for this. Come here, stand in front of me and I'll reverse everything." Goku slowly walked forward, the tall man before him leaning over his smaller body as the guardian concentrated. Jumping back a little Goku watched the hands of Kami as they held the sides of his head, his index finger pressed painfully into the centre of his forehead.

In an instant Goku was blinded by a bright light, his eyes clamped shut tightly as his head throbbed in agony, his hands coming up to pull Kami's away but not succeeding as he watched the floor coming closer before blacking out.

TBC

Another chapter, I hope it was ok and please review as usual. I thought considering Kami is the guardian if the earth and creator of the Dragonballs he might have the power to reverse the wishes with his own powers if it is within his power.

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