Chapter 4: A rainy day

It was the 2nd time mom and Bulma were bringing me to speak with Dr. Nicholas. I wasn't feeling too good about this. I even protest that I didn't want to go. But somehow, they convinced me and Mr. Piccolo to go. I asked mom why did Mr. Piccolo had to come, but she didn't give me an answer. On the trip to Dr. Nicholas, I was very upset.

In Dr. Nicholas's office, we all just sat in silence, and it was bugging me. Mom and MR. Piccolo was seated on either side of me, and Dr. Nicholas just stared at us. "Let's play a game." When he said that, I was just completely thrown off guard. I asked what game. "A word game. You all say the first word that comes to mind after I say a word. After I say the word, Mr. Piccolo has to say one, then you, and then your mom. We'll do this for today's session. Understood?" Mr. Piccolo was about to say something until mom gave him an angry look. I noticed that Dr. Nicholas started writing in his notebook. I guess he was writing something to do with mom and Mr. Piccolo. "Ready? Candy."

"Disgusting." "Lollipops." "Sweet."

"Blue."

"Water." "Sky." "Laundry." This game seemed silly. Why did we have to do this? But same time it was kind of fun.

"Red."

"Blood." Now the game wasn't so fun. I looked down and didn't want to speak.

"Gohan, It's your turn." I shook my head. "Ok. Chichi." I looked at mom, and even she didn't want to speak. "Ok, moving on to a different word. Ball."

"Dragon." "Dad." "Baby." I looked over to mom and wondered why she said that.

"Baby." I looked back at Dr. Nicholas. I guess we were still going with the game.

"Weak." "Sibling." "Defenseless." This time mom had spoken in a whisper, and I looked over to her. That's when I saw that she was crying. I went to hug mom, but she held her hand out and said she was okay.

"Mrs. Son, we could stop if you like." Mom said that we could continue. The sad look on his face gave me the feeling he might be feeling sorry. But I wondered why. "Tournament."

"Goku." I stood silent again. "Piccolo." I looked at mom, and she looked angry. I wonder why she said Mr. Piccolo for the word tournament.

"Mrs. Son." She looked over to Dr. Nicholas. "Would you like to speak with one of our therapists? I could recommend you one of our best. He even handles veteran clients."

"I would like that very much." He then asked if she wanted to see him today. "But what about Gohan?"

"If he could give me a word for planet, we could end the session early today." Suddenly it felt hard to breathe, and even my vision blurred. Planet. My body started just to shake while my chest felt tight. Planet. "Gohan," I looked up at him. I felt wetness sliding down my face as I shook my head no. "Come on. You just have to say one word for planet, and you'll be on your way."

"Di… di…di…" I kept stuttering. I just couldn't say the word. It was just so hard. I just wanted to get out of here. I just started to scream as I began to cry. "DYING!" I sobbed even more. "Dying. Dying. Dying." I kept repeating the word over and over as I couldn't control my tears.

I then felt like someone was holding me. When I looked up, it was my mom. I then just hugged her as I kept crying. I even felt her rub my back, as she said it was going to be ok. It took some time, but I finally calm down. We then left for the waiting room, as Dr. Nicholas went to inform the other therapist for mom. I was somewhat surprised that Mr. Piccolo stood with us, even though mom said he could leave if he liked. He stated that it was ok. Then I saw mom smile at Mr. Piccolo. "Thanks for coming." He just said, yeah. Then mom looked down at me. "You don't have to stay with me. If you like, you and Piccolo could go."

"But mom." She kept smiling.

"It's ok. Maybe you could play with your friend Dende. It has been a while since you've gone." I was about to say something, but Mr. Piccolo spoke first.

"Yeah, kid. It can pretty be boring up there. So, seeing you would be a change of pace." I looked between him and mom, and somehow, I felt like they were trying to push me away. I didn't like it. I wanted to stay by mom's side the same way she's doing for me. But then I got pulled by Mr. Piccolo. "Come on, kid."

"Tell Dende I said hi." And she just waved me off with a smile. Yet I felt terrible, but I still went with Mr. Piccolo to see Dende.