First Session

After what Gohan told me what happen, there was a strong feeling that I needed to do this. There have been many moments where Goku just… Just thinking about it hurts. Not like I haven't tried to be by Goku side and help him through it. Just that they have been getting worse and I'm at a lost. I'm so grateful that Gohan is with me in the waiting room. It took forever to get Goku to agree to this. Heck, it took weeks for Goku to finally accept coming in. His episodes are becoming further and further closer together, and it's evident they're becoming worse. For him to just break down like that is troubling. I hope Goku is actually speaking with him and not just trying to avoid everything.

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I still don't get why Chichi is making me do this. I'm perfectly fine. My nerves are on edge as I listen to this man introduce himself, and go about what we will be doing today. "I'm perfectly fine. What happen is in the past now. Why should I even talk about it?" He just looks at me calmly as he wrote in his book. "What are you writing?"

"May I ask why are you being so defensive? Or why you feel the need to voice out that you're well?" I state I wasn't being defensive and that I'm not voicing anything. This is just pointless. "Is this how you deal with things that bother you? Trying to make everyone around you believe you're ok?" I had the sudden urge to punch this man, but I promise Chichi no matter what I will stay put in my seat. "If you like, you can pace around the room. This place you can speak freely, but if you insist, pacing is just fine."

"It's ok. Chichi said I had to stay seated."

"Do you listen to your wife's every word? If she told you to jump off a building, would you?"

I felt my eye twitch with him bringing up Chichi in this. "Leave my wife out of this." He continued to write in his book. I had half a mind to take it away from him. I want to get out of here. The room feels so small and I feel so confined. I looked at the man as I felt my muscle twitching. "Can I just go? I'm perfectly fine."

"How old are you?" Uh? That came out of nowhere. I told him I was 43. "No. I asked how old are you?" I screamed at what that's supposed to mean. He shook his head. "Does time have meaning for you?" I automatically respond with a yes. "No, it doesn't. How old is your son?" I told him that Gohan was 23 while Goten was 13. "How old is Gohan?"

"I just told you! He's twenty…" For some reason I couldn't finish that number. For some reason my vision became blurry. "My little man just turned 3. I'm so proud. Look at that big smile he got for daddy." Before my very eyes Gohan faded away, and a sharp pain attacked my chest. Why am I bleeding. Where's my son? Where's… "GOHAN!" I could hear someone laughing, and I try to find them. I then see him. I see my precious boy on the ground lifeless. "NO! GOHAN!" I try to reach him but he fades away again. "Gohan? Gohan!" Then a figure approaches in a sea of smoke. As the smoke reveal his face my anger just intensifies. "BASTARD!" It's him! It's… "CELL!"

I suddenly felt a punched to my face. I blink a few times and I'm currently being pinned against a wall by Gohan. There's panic in his eyes. "Are you ok, Dr. Harrison?" I looked past Gohan, to witness the guy holding his throat and trying to breathe. He says he's fine, and that we'll continue the next session next week. "Are you sure about this?"

He slowly stands up and walks over to his book. "I am positive. I've dealt with many war veterans before. This is nothing new to me. But." He walks over to me and Gohan. "I would appreciate it if you join us for the next session." Gohan agrees and we soon are making our way home.

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A/N: This is during after ToP. Updates will happen weekly. Thank you for reading.