A/N: Gohan's first session
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Who is Uncle Piccolo
"Hello, Gohan." I looked to mom, before looking back at the guy and saying hello. "My name is Dr. Richard Nicholas, but you called me Nicholas if you like." He was strange. Why did mom and Bulma bring me here? I then saw him looking insides a notebook. I was about to ask what was in it until he spoke again. "I see here you have someone named Uncle Piccolo. Who is he?" What? I looked to mom, and she told me to just tell him.
"He's a family friend who helped raised me." He then states that's not what he sees in his notes. "But that what he is. He's my first martial arts teacher and is a family friend. He's awesome." He didn't seem moved and asked mom if she could step out of the room. "Why does she have to go?" I was starting to get mad with this guy. But mom did go, and now I was alone with him. My nerves were on edge and I didn't know what to do. I also had this weird feeling starting to build up. He kept writing and it was bugging me. "What are you writing?"
"How old when you met your uncle Piccolo?" Uh? I told him I was 3. "How old are you now?" I told him I was 9. "Is uncle Piccolo very nice to you?" I told him of course. Why is he asking that? I was feeling angry that he would even ask that. "Was it awesome to be left alone in the wild at the age of 3, for 6 full months?" That's when my anger spiked, and I also smashed the table when I pound my fist.
"Shut up! You don't know anything! It was part of my training!" He didn't even flinch and just kept on writing. "What are you writing!"
He looked back at me. "Do you hate being alone?" I pound my fist again and asked what was he writing. "Is that why you were happy when you saw Piccolo again? Because you didn't want to be alone anymore?" The third time I pounded my fist the table finally broke.
"Shut up!" Some reason I felt wetness on my face. No, I'm not crying. He handed me a napkin and said it was alright.
"It's ok to have these feelings. Who did you go to whenever you felt like this?"
"My dad." He handed me another napkin. "He always made me feel safe, whenever I was in his arms. I want my dad back." Just saying those words made me just cry even more. "I want daddy." He then asked why not mommy. "Then who would make daddy feel safe?" That's the first time he made any other expression and quickly wrote in his book. He then asked if I wanted mom to come back into the room. I nodded. When she did, I quickly went to hug her.
"Would it be alright if I asked you more questions now?" I nodded my head. "Why did you become happy when you saw Piccolo?"
"Because I wasn't alone anymore." I felt mom rub my back.
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A/N: Post Cell.