I WAS INSPIRED. So I had a great idea on how I wanted this story to go and since I have been watching DBZ all day I figured I would write out this chapter right now even though I already wrote one out today. So two updates in one day. I should have been in bed an hour ago, and I should have been cleaning a few hours ago but when inspirations hits, it hits.
Also dp3of5 mentioned the spelling of Gokuu's name. I'm trying to write this as Japanese as I can, which is why I am using "-san" and "-chan" or whatever, and in the Japanese spelling Goku actually has two u's, thus I am spelling it "Gokuu."
Last time on The Wish:
Gohan took off into the sky, leaving his little brother at Bulma he was free to search for the Dragonballs. Turning on the scooter, Gohan was able to see himself holding three Dragonballs, as the other four was scattered around the Earth. Deciding to find the one star Dragonball first, he zoomed into it's location: Master Roshi's Island.
"We all want to see your dad, Gohan," Krillin looked over at Gohan, "I don't know if this wish is something the Dragon would grant. Gokuu decided to stay dead; I don't think his mind is going to be change about that."
Gohan glanced down at the ground, "I'm not going to wish him back alive Krillin-san, I just—I need to see him."
The Wish
- Son Akito
In only a matter of a few hours, Gohan was able to collect the rest of the Dragonballs.
All this was happening so quickly that Gohan was not able to hold his excitement; he was soon going to be able to see his Dad. The last three years had felt like an eternity, every second of every day Gohan missed his father.
After grabbing Goten from Bulma's house, Gohan had told his friends that he would make the wish tomorrow morning. Gohan knew that all of his father's friend would like to see him.
Gohan decided not to tell Goten what was going on, he figured if this idea did not work he didn't want Goten to get upset. If this all worked out, it would be an amazing surprise to both his father and brother.
It was already getting late, and Gohan walked Goten into his room to get changed into pajamas, once he was changed Gohan sat down on the foot of the bed.
"Want me to tell you a story squirt?"
"Yes!" Goten grinned, kicking his feet under the covers, "I wanna hear story!"
"Okay, okay," Gohan smiled, placing his hand on his brother's legs. Goten stopped kicking and rested his head on his pillow. Gohan couldn't help but to smile, "Want me to tell you the story about how Dad let me keep Icarus."
"Yes!"
Halfway though the story, Goten's eyes softly shut and the little saiyan was softly asleep. Gohan watched his brother sleep, leaning in to kiss his forehead slightly. Goten was the only thing in his life Gohan was sure of.
"I knew your father was behind that."
Gohan turned his head to see Chi-chi leaning against the doorway. Gohan smiled, walking towards his mother.
"That damn dragon kept you from you studies."
"Mom," Gohan shut Goten's door softly behind him, "Icarus was a good dragon."
"Still. You were always running off with that thing instead of doing your homework. Speaking of homework, I have given you plenty of time away from your studies to look for the Dragonballs. You need to study tonight before going to sleep. I'll check your work when you're done."
Gohan sighed as Chi-chi walked away. Gohan walked into his room and sat down and began to open his books, since his father was gone Gohan had been piled with a lot more schoolwork. He felt like he had to react to these demands but in all honestly he enjoyed studying. Gohan always loved to learn about the world, he liked to study how things around him work.
The young saiyan had dreams of becoming a scholar, but at times these dreams battled with the saiyan side of him. Gohan did have those moments when he craved battle, and those moments that he had felt those cravings he'd hid them behind his schoolwork. He knew deep down that fighting was in his blood. There was no way getting away from it, but he hid it underneath the scholar that was also within him.
A few hours into his studies, Gohan sensed a power outside his door; he glanced outside his window to see Piccolo standing at the beginning of the woods. Gohan slowly got out of his chair and floated to the window. His mother had increased hearing over the years, and could hear when Gohan moved away from his desk. The only way around this was to fly; luckily Chi-chi hadn't figured that out just yet. Softly he opened his window and slowly shut it, landing on the ground outside the house and walking up to Piccolo.
Piccolo watched as Gohan approached him, and as he got closer he nodded his head to follow him and took of into the sky. Gohan shook his head, following Piccolo's lead.
Gohan wasn't sure what Piccolo wanted, but he knew that it was serious. Piccolo was a creature of habit, and every time Piccolo had to talk to Gohan he took him to a certain spot. The spot they first meet. The young saiyan glanced down at the hole he created when he was a child, and even to this day he was amazed at the hidden powers that rested in him. His power felt like a black hole, they were endless, and even at his peak level, Gohan can still feel an unknown gap within himself.
Piccolo landed next to the pound that he threw Gohan in years ago. Gohan landed softly beside him.
"I want to talk to you about tomorrow," Piccolo glanced down at Gohan, his face showing a hit of concern. This took Gohan by surprise, Piccolo never shows his emotions. Gohan nodded, his heart beginning to raise.
"What about tomorrow, Piccolo-san?" Gohan asked, knowing full well of what Piccolo was talking about.
"I want to know why are you doing this," Piccolo turned to face Gohan, "You know that Son doesn't want to be wished back."
"I know," Gohan glanced down at the ground, "I know. I just have to see him, Piccolo-san."
"This wish might not work Gohan," Piccolo looked down at Gohan, waiting for him to look up at him, "You have to remember that the Dragon only grants wishes within the same capabilities of Kamisama. When my other half was Kami he would not be able to grant a wish like this."
Gohan looked up at Piccolo, "Do you think Dende will be able too?"
Piccolo looked into Gohan's eyes, he didn't want to hurt his student, but he didn't want him to have to face everyone if the wish did not come true, "I don't know, kid."
"Then there is hope, maybe it can be done."
"Gohan, you're not answering my question," Piccolo's voice rose slightly, "Why are you trying to make this wish?"
Gohan was taken back by Piccolo's reaction, Gohan started to question his wish. He wasn't really sure what he was doing; he just wanted to see his father.
He wanted to see his father and see if he was okay. He wanted to know if his father was doing well. He wanted to know if his father forgave him for that day three years ago.
Gohan didn't know how to answer Piccolo; he knew he couldn't give Piccolo the simple answer like the rest because Piccolo was able to see past that. Piccolo knows the young saiyan too well that lying wasn't an opinion.
It wasn't that what he was telling the others a lie, but he knew it wasn't the complete truth.
"What if," Gohan softly whispered, knowing that if he looked away from Piccolo he wouldn't be able to answer him, "What if father hates me?"
Gohan waited for his answer, he knew if he looked away from Piccolo he would react in a way he wouldn't want Piccolo to see. Piccolo was always there for Gohan, but Gohan didn't want to share this with his teacher. Piccolo taught him to be strong, and these feelings Gohan was having were anything but strong.
"Gohan, your father doesn't hate you," Piccolo took a deep breath, trying to find the words to make his student feel better, "What he did at the Cell Games—"
Gohan frowned, glancing away from Piccolo, his hands balling into fists, "What he did at the Cell Games was covering up for my stupid mistake," Gohan's body began to shake, "I just sat there like a helpless child while everyone around me was getting hurt," Gohan eyes clouded up with the images of the games, "When I changed and I clearly overpowered Cell, I heard you and my father tell me to finish Cell off. I heard you and I didn't listen. I just toyed with him, I played with him as if he wasn't a real being," tears fell down his eyes, "I lost sight of who I was, that's not me Piccolo-san. I—I don't know who I am anymore. I don't think I ever knew who I am. I thought I was like my father, I thought if I was ever the hero I would be honorable, that I would do what was right for the planet over what was right for me," Gohan fell to his knees, his hands digging into the floor, "I'm not like that at all. I'm not a hero, Piccolo-san, I'm a failure."
Piccolo was completely taken back by Gohan's reaction. He didn't know Gohan bottled these many emotions inside of him. He had known that during this time of year Gohan was more sensitive, but this had to grow over many years. He had a feeling that he was a part of Gohan's pain and that thought killed Piccolo inside.
Piccolo kneed down next to his student, he tried to think of the right things to say but he couldn't look away from his student's pain. He hated himself for not realizing this pain. A part of him wished he could go to Other World and punch Gokuu in the face, clearly his son still needs him.
"I'll do whatever I can to make sure you see your father, Gohan."
Gohan was staring at the floor, his mind still in the past, but Gohan looked over at Piccolo and saw such worry in his eyes that it took Gohan back to reality. Gohan and Piccolo stared at each other, as if they didn't need words to understand one another.
Gohan softly smiled and slowly begin to sit down. Piccolo followed Gohan, sitting down next to him. Gohan softly whipped the remaining tears out of his eyes, "You're my best friend Piccolo-san, thank you for always being there for me. In battle and outside of it, I don't know where I would be without you."
After the talk Piccolo, Gohan could not sleep. His mind kept going back to his break down in front of Piccolo. They didn't say too much after that, Piccolo just told him to go home and think about everything that has happened in the last two days.
Gohan glanced over at the seven Dragonball as they glowed on his desk. He knew that he had to get up today and make the wish, but a part of him didn't want too. Gohan was afraid that Piccolo was right and he wouldn't be able to see his father.
He knew that he had to figure this out, he knew that doing this he would figure out the type of man he's suppose to become.
"Chi-chi, Gohan!" Gohan looked out his window to see Bulma and Vegeta getting out of their aircraft.
Gohan walked over to his desk and grabbed all the Dragonballs, "It's now or never."
Krillin and Piccolo had arrived to the house shortly after Vegeta and Bulma. It was early in the morning, and they had all agreed to leave Trunks and Goten out of this. Since the outcome was so uncertain they didn't want to disappoint the younger boys if it did not work.
Chi-chi walked outside and gave Bulma a hug, "It's so nice to see you."
Bulma hugged her back, "It's nice to see you too Chi-chi. How's Gohan?"
Chi-chi parted, looking slightly away, "To be honest, I have a feeling this whole wish is not going to go the way he planned."
Bulma sighed, looked away as well, "I have the same feeling."
As Gohan walked out of the house holding the Dragonballs, and as he walked outside he felt all their eyes on him. Gohan shallowed nervously, setting the Dragonballs on the ground.
"Let me help you there little buddy," Krillin walked up to Gohan's side and begin to put he Dragonballs in a circle."
"Thank you, Krillin-san." It was a matter of seconds for them to put the balls together, but for Gohan it felt like forever.
"Thank you for coming out," Gohan looked around at his friends, he then felt a hand grab his, he looked over to see his mother. They stared at each other for just a moment, both hoping this wish would come true.
"Come out enteral Dragon, and grant our wish." Gohan and Chi-chi spoke together, and the seven Dragonballs begin to glow.
The sky turned a dark black as the wind picked up around them, a light appeared out of the Dragonballs and rose up against the sky. It was only a matter of moments before Shenlong appeared before them.
"You have summoned me, now what are your two wishes," Shenlong roared.
"Shenlong," Gohan shouted up to the great dragon, "I wish that we are able to see my father, Son Gokuu."
Shenlong eyes begin to glow red. Chi-chi gripped Gohan's hand even tighter. At that moment Gohan glanced over at his mother as she looked up at Shenlong. If this didn't work and his mother had to go though this pain all over again, it would kill him. He suddenly realized this could be a mistake.
"Your wish," The Dragon's eyes stopped glowing, as Gohan looked back up at the Dragon, "Cannot be granted."