Gohan hadn't told anyone else about his strange experiences.

He tried his hardest to recount all of his visions thus far to anticipate what would come next, which he had plenty of time to do on the shuttle to Namek. He sat on the floor with a small notebook resting in his crossed legs, writing down everything he could remember. He organized them as well as he could remember chronologically, though the ones with his grandfather hadn't made sense in his preliminary timeline thus far.

Bulma came sauntering out of the bathroom, still wet with just a towel wrapped around her. She had apparently been showering for the past hour.

"Gohan, did you take my hairbrush?" she asked, an eyebrow raised.

Before he could respond, Krillin appeared from behind a chair. "Sorry Bulma, that one's on me," he said sheepishly, tossing the item back to his friend.

"What the hell, Krillin?" She shrieked, holding the brush at arm's length with her fingertips. "What did you even do with this? You're bald!"

With a sigh, Gohan closed his journal as the bickering commenced. "Guess I'm done for the day," he thought. Tucking the book and pencil back in the top of his bag, he stood and stretched.

"Why does everyone think I'm naturally bald?" Krillin cried out. "I shave my head. Everyone knows a serious martial artist shaves his head!"

"Whatever," Bulma snapped. "Just don't touch my stuff again!" With a huff of annoyance, she disappeared once again.

Unsure what he had just missed, Gohan shook his head. "You ready to eat, Krillin?" he asked. With a nod, the monk pulled some prepackaged meals from the bag Chi-Chi had handed him on Kame Island. He had been tasked with keeping her growing boy well-fed with her home cooking- as if he would let the kid starve to death.

The small space had quickly taken its toll on the three passengers. Bulma always seemed to be making a mess. Krillin snored loudly, keeping everyone awake most of the night. And Gohan was proving to be more of a handful than the other two had anticipated. Despite being very mature for his age, he was still just a child.

"Do you think she'll be out soon?" he asked. He sat with his knees pressed tightly to his chest while Krillin finished the last of his dinner. Gohan's own empty bento boxes were stacked neatly beside him, along with the several containers of water with which he had washed his meal down.

"I mean, she already took a shower," he said with a shrug. "She's probably putting on her makeup or something. Who knows what girls do in there for hours."

"Hours?" Gohan nearly shouted. "I can't wait hours, I really have to go!"

"Just hold it," Krillin said. "I'm not in the mood to hear her yelling again."

"It's already been a while... I don't think I can hold it any longer."

"It's only been, like, two hours," Krillin muttered. Rolling his eyes, he raised his voice. "Bulma! Hurry it up in there. Gohan's gotta go!"

"Cool it, I'm almost done!" She called back.

"Sorry, kid," the man said, shrugging.

The colour drained from Gohan's face as he felt something warm and wet trickle down the front of his gi pants. The little boy sat still, head hung in shame, for a few minutes before whispering, "Krillin?"

"Hmm?"

"I… think I had an accident."

The dwarf looked at Gohan quizzically, the last of his rice clenched between a pair of chopsticks. "What?"

"I had an accident," he admitted in a small voice. "I'm sorry."

Krillin dropped his last bite as comprehension dawned on him. "Bulma! Bulma get out here right now, it's important!" He stood, helping Gohan to his feet to inspect the damage.

The apex of Gohan's purple gi pants was dark, obviously soaked with urine. The stench drifted through the air as the child began to move.

Bulma burst out of the bathroom. "What happened?" She demanded. "Is something wrong with the ship?"

"Can you go start a bath for Gohan?" Krillin asked, trying to keep his voice down in an attempt to placate the young boy, who looked dangerously close to shedding tears. "He had a little accident and should probably get cleaned up."

"What are you- oh!" Bulma said, finally looking at the boy. "Um, yeah… I'll go do that." Pursing her lips, unsure of what to say, she hurried back into the bathroom. Gohan reluctantly followed, with Krillin close behind him.

The situation was awkward for everyone. Bulma and Krillin had no children of their own, and hadn't entertained the idea of a tiny, weak bladder onboard. They routinely forgot that they were travelling with a literal child. And Gohan, who had been happy to have adults treat him with the same respect as they did each other, was completely crushed by this incident. He looked away as Krillin helped him out of his wet underwear, careful to not let any more urine touch his bare skin than what had already soaked through.

Bath already drawn, Bulma had located Gohan's overstuffed luggage to locate a new outfit for the boy. Immediately upon opening the main zipper, a notebook fell open into her lap. She ignored it for the time being, eventually finding a pair of clean boxers and an undershirt for the boy to wear to bed. As she shoved a few stray pieces of clothing back in, she finally looked down to the notebook. She hadn't meant to pry, but a few words in particular caught her eye, and she couldn't stop her brain from immediately finishing the sentence. Intrigued, she read the next. And the next.

Eyes narrowed, she looked up to make sure he was still alone. Glancing back to the eerie paragraphs scribbled randomly across the pages, she couldn't help but read on disbelief.

The genius woman caught on quickly.

His most recent vision hadn't been all that enlightening. It featured a glimpse of his father and Piccolo sparring- no real surprise there.

He looked at the brief list he had made in the page following his more in-depth descriptions. He had written down everything, unsure of how much of an impact the seemingly inconsequential visions could have. He stared at the items that were not highlighted- the ones he couldn't be sure had happened yet.

Another line caught his nervous eye:

Saiyan grandpa on another planet, white lizard kills the green man.

Could the aforementioned planet be their current destination, Namek, where all the people were green? If it was Namek, were all of his visions chronologically scrambled, or just the ones concerning Bardock? Did his premonitions present a mixture of both past and future events? The man was dead after all… And the means by which the full-blooded Saiyan managed to communicate with Gohan through his random telepathic episodes still eluded the young boy.

His head throbbed as he continued to think of possible explanations. He didn't hear Bulma's approach.

"Hey, kiddo," she said.

Gohan jumped into a standing position, his reflexes tensed and ready for battle. "Oh, gosh, Bulma!" he yelped. "You scared me."

"Sorry," she said gently, taking a seat next to the notebook he had dropped. He quickly knelt down and plucked the book from her hands.

"Oh, thanks for picking that up," he said, not quite meeting her eyes.

She reached out a slender hand and moved his chin toward her. Meeting his puzzled expression, she said, "I know, Gohan."

Panic swelled in the little boy as he tried to assure Bulma that he had no idea what she was talking about. But it clearly wasn't working.

"Don't lie to me, Gohan," she said, hands on her hips. At the dangerous look she gave him, he settled down almost immediately. He knew that tone of voice too well.

After Bulma explained how she had stumbled across his book, she briefly apologised for invading his privacy. "I really didn't mean to see it," she said. "But now that I did, I have to ask… is it true, Gohan? Can you really see the future?"

The two were silent for a few minutes. Her patience waning, the woman felt the tension leave her shoulders as the little boy finally answered her.

"Please don't tell anyone," he pleaded, barely audible.

Despite expecting confirmation, Bulma slumped to the floor in shock. She closed her eyes and massaged her temple with one hand while settling into a seated position closer to the boy. He scooted over to make room for her, nervously wringing his hands together.

The older woman glanced back at the bathroom, where Krillin was currently hidden from view. She looked back at Gohan, a hurt expression shining through her worried face.

"Of course, Gohan. I won't tell," She softly agreed. "Does anyone else know?"

"Piccolo does," Gohan answered. "Or… at least he did."

Slinging an arm around his narrow shoulders, Bulma squeezed the boy to offer some sort of reassurance. "Don't you worry about him," she said. "We'll wish him back in no time."

"I know."

"Why don't you want anyone else to know?" She asked, hoping the prodding question wouldn't shut him down completely.

Gohan didn't answer.

"Did you have any… visions of Namek?" She inquired.

His stomach lurched in rebellion, and a sickening weight settled in his chest.

"I don't want to talk about it," he replied honestly.

Because he knew their adventure wouldn't end well.