Here is a little something special. I know it's totally short but don't hate me for that. I heart Goten and his little innocents, lol~

"Gohan" = Dream/telepathic abilities.

* * * = Change in location

Hidden Bars

Understand

-Son Akito

* Earth *

Everyone took Gohan's kidnapping hard. To the people who knew him the most, the world just didn't look the same without him.

Goten would look up and see a picture of his brother on the wall. He's stare at the teenager with his golden hair, his bright green eyes that looked like grass, and he look at the blue gi that he had seen before on someone else.

No one told Goten what happened to his brother four years ago. They are thought he was too young to understand.

Goten understood perfectly.

He would watch his mother with his innocent eyes, and with those eyes he would notice that mommy wasn't happy all the time. There were times that she would glance over at the room next to his. She would have a really sad look in her eyes, and when he saw his mommy in so much pain he could understand it all perfectly.

Then there was daddy's friends, Krillin and Vegeta. Their faces might have looked different but their eyes were the same. They had the same look as if they tried a little harder the past could be different.

His daddy had a totally different look in his eyes. Daddy's eyes were alway scary when he looked over at that room next to his or of the picture of the green eyed and golden hair person on the wall. Sometimes the look got so scary that Goten would have to look away and cover his eyes. He never wanted something to happen to have his eyes look that way.

He wanted his eyes to look like the person on the wall. Those eyes were big and beautiful, and when he looked up at that picture he wanted to roll in the grass and laugh.

Those eyes were green like the color of Piccolo, and when Goten looked at Piccolo he was able to complete understand.

He didn't have to be grown up to see the tall green man was in pain.

He heard his daddy and his mommy talking about him sometimes, that they have never seen the green man so calm. They would say that they didn't really get why the green man would train day and night without rest or without someone to spar with. Daddy tried to be his friend but daddy wasn't really ever his friend.

Goten never really saw the green man Piccolo that much, but when he did he didn't like it. He could feel his pain. His whole body would feel like it was breaking because of the green man. It almost hurt so bad that he wanted to cry. Yet, he'd never cry because then Piccolo would be even more sad.

Daddy, Mommy, Krillin... None of them were in pain like Piccolo was.

It took over his whole body, it was like a big monster jumped on him and would hurt him every day.

Goten with his innocent eyes would look upon Piccolo and those eyes were no longer innocent.

There were some nights that the green man would be sitting right outside the window of the room next to his. Goten would see this from his room, but would never talk to him. Instead he would watch as the green man glanced though the window as if he was looking for someone.

One night Goten had enough, he was going to talk to this green man.

"Whatcha doin'?" He asked one clear night.

Piccolo eyes glanced over at the little brat. Yes, he knew that the kid would watch him sometimes, but he was too consumed in his thoughts to care.

"I asked whatcha doin'?" Goten repeated himself a little louder. Yet when the green man didn't answer him Goten jumped out of the window and flew next to the man.

"Imma not allowed in that room," Goten said, looking over at the room and though the window all he saw was an empty room with a desk and a bed, "I dunno why it's so important."

Piccolo huffed, but did not say anything.

"It makes everyone sad when they look at the room," Goten went on to say, "And it makes everyone sad to see the picture of the green eyed person on the wall but I dunno why."

Piccolo eyed the child and watched as his eyes didn't leave the bedroom window. The child stared at the desk where once his brother would sit at. Piccolo would come to this window every once in a while and talk to the kid after the Cell Games. All those conversations and not once did the child say he was unhappy. It angered him.

He wished the kid was here so he could punch him square in the face.

"I wish I could see the green eyed person and ask him why everyone is so sad."

"Me too," Piccolo whispered, his eyes turning away from the window.

Goten's mouth opened, surprised to get the green man talking. Maybe if he talked more the green man Piccolo would talk more too.

"Why can't we talk to him?" Goten asked, looking up at the green man.

"I've tried," Piccolo said, "I tried talking to him but he can't hear me."

"That's too bad," Goten said, and right then he thought of something, "Can I try talking to him?"

Piccolo looked down at the young child, and noticed he had a stern look in his eyes. That look in his eyes reminded him of his student. It reminded him of their training, it reminded him of their battles, it reminded him of his hope.

Piccolo grinned, it had been a few years since Piccolo tried telepathically talking to Gohan. He placed his hand on top of Goten's head, "Listen here, I want you to close your eyes and think of that green eyed boy. I want you only think of him, okay."

Goten nodded his head and shut his eyes tight, "Uh-hu."

Goten thought of the person with the flowing gold hair like his dad. He thought of the bright green eyes that were so filled with happiness. He thought of the eyes and how he wished everyone could look like him. He wanted everyone to be happy so he didn't have to see everyone's sad eyes.

He thought of that and that alone gave him the determination to find that happiness everyone was looking for.

Piccolo closed his eyes and lent some of his power to Goten. He would not mind being a telephone if it meant hearing that Gohan was still okay.

The young child felt a surge of energy though him, and with that he finally was able to say, "Hello?"

* * *

Gohan didn't have dreams until he was set free, and now his dreams were finally changing.

At first they were of his mother and Tomack. Then they became his father and Vanlash fighting. It would be such a horrible battle, there would be so much blood, and all he could hear his his father's pain. Gohan didn't realize he remembered his father until the dreams started to come. Sometimes the dreams were a mix of Vanlash, Tomack, his mother and his father. When the young man had those dreams it was hard to want to ever sleep again.

Gohan never thought he could have good dreams. His heart was filled with so much pain, his past was so blood-driven and evil that these nightmares were part of Karma's way to make everything balance out. Sometimes he wish Karma would just kill him and get the whole thing over with.

Yet there was one night when Gohan had a dream, but it was something he never thought he could ever dream.

There was grass everywhere. The grass was so tall and soft that the first thing the saiyan did was lay down on his back and look up at the blue sky above him. This place was so peaceful that he wanted to roll in the grass and laugh really loud. Since this was a dream, that is what he did. He rolled in the grass and gave out a loud laugh.

This felt so real and impossible. Where could this place be that he could be so free?

"Hello?"

Gohan looked up to see a child standing before him. This child looked around four years old, and so familiar to him. He sat up, staring at the young boy, "Hello?"

"I've seen you before," the boy said, his wild black hair swaying in the wind. His eyes were wide with excitement, "On the wall at my house, that's where I've seen you before but you look different."

"Different?" Gohan asked, standing up and walking towards the boy, "What do you mean?"

"You have gold hair and you have green eyes in the picture, but now you look taller. You have black hair and black eyes like me."

"I do?" Gohan asked, he wondered how this child knew him in super saiyan form. He never showed it when he was under Vanlash's order so this could not be one of the children he had killed. This child didn't fear him like other children did. This kid looked happy to see him. His black big eyes glanced up at him with such wonder.

"What's your name?" The boy asked.

"My name is Gohan," and before Gohan could have said another word the child ran up to him and hugged him. Gohan's eyes widen, shocked by this display of affection. He kneeled down next to the boy once he let go of his grip, "What was that...?"

"I dunno," the boy said, "I felt like I had too. Do you mind if I tell my mommy and daddy about you?"

Gohan laughed, "Okay."

"Can I see you again?" The boy asked with pleading eyes, and with those type of eyes Gohan couldn't say no.

"Sure you can, I would be happy to see you again."

"Ya!" the boy screamed as he grabbed ahold of Gohan's hand, "I gotta go."

"I'll see you again, okay." Gohan smiled at the boy.

Gohan's eyes opened wide. He looked over at the time. 0345. He woke up the same time every night. Yet, this dream was something he wasn't expecting.

Who was that kid? Why did he feel so familiar to Gohan?

He didn't quiet understand it, but the dream was a good one. Gohan turned to his eyes and closed his eyes. He wanted to sleep. He wanted to dream like that again.