Blue Roses

Bouzi Neo

Chapter Eight: Agitation

When Gohan regained consciousness, it was pitch black out. "Man..." He grunted, sitting up. He just sort of... froze. The energy was so much and he fell down.

Rubbing his head, he sat up and sighed, "I hope everything's been alright while I've been out."

"Trunks, where's Gohan?" Bulma looked at him through the table.

"Dunno, Mom."

"That's odd..."

Trunks looked up from his book, "Why? He's probably out training."

"It's not like him to just pick up and leave," Bulma murmured, ignoring him, "And, knowing the Son men, he would have at least come back to eat..." She picked up his plate, sighing as she put it on the counter. She looked at Trunks, "You seem agitated, you alright son?"

"Just a little tired." Trunks nodded, trying to ignore the name 'Son'. He tried to think of a way for his father to be addressed in some sort of way but gave up, going back to doing the equations his mother set out for him.

"I see." Bulma nodded, turning on the T.V. "Let's see if Gohan's prophecy is right."

"You mean you think he's out fighting the androids?"

"It's a possibility though I wish it weren't." Bulma sighed.

There was a knock at the door and Trunks jumped up to get it, 'Great timing, Gohan. She was about to flip!' Opening the door, he looked at his battered friend, "Gohan! Are you alright?"

"Yeah, Trunks, just fine. I just pushed myself a little far while I was training this afternoon. I guess I knocked myself out for a good few hours."

Bulma frowned upon hearing the conversation, "You're going to the lab right now."

"Bulma, I'm fine, I swear."

She tapped her foot on the floor and Gohan sighed, defeated once again, "Fine. Just a little check up should do me good, I suppose."

"Good to hear." Bulma smiled and nodded to Trunks, "Get him situated and I'll warm up his dinner, Gohan, I don't want you over-working yourself anymore. I understand your need to train, but what good can you do if your preparations for battle include taking up most of your energy?"

Gohan laughed, "I've heard this one before. Mom gave me this lecture all the time when she first found out."

"Really? I'd think she'd really put her foot down on it on that one."

"My fighting the androids?" Gohan flinched, "Well, she did, but after several weeks of arguing, she gave me what is close to her approval."

"I'm not sure I approve of it myself." Another sigh from Bulma, "I just wish he was here," She wistfully murmured, "It would all be so much different."

"Yeah." Gohan looked down for a moment of respect, but Trunks had begun dragging him along towards what he supposed was the hall where the med lab was located, "Slow down, Buddy." He laughed.

"Oh. Sorry." Trunks grumbled, opening the door, "Well here it is, good luck."

Gohan blinked, "'Good Luck'? What for?"

"You'll see." With that, the boy walked out.

It was a few moments later that Bulma came in, shaking her head with a bowl of something that smelled pleasant enough and was hot, which was all that Gohan cared about at the moment, "That boy... Oh, here's your food, Gohan. Eat it very slowly, it's not only hot but it's not good for you to eat so fast in your condition."

Under Bulma's strict eye, he ate as slowly as he could, though whenever Bulma thought he even lifted the spoon too fast she would make him slow down. 'Now I know why Trunks wished me good luck.'

Trying to think of some sort of conversation, Gohan looked up at her, "Sorry to have worried you guys."

"You need to be more careful. I mean it, Gohan."

He sighed. He once would have done anything for her attention, even if it was in a maternal way and here it was and he wasn't in the least bit happy. Sure, she considered him a man and she had treated other men that were older than he was the same way in the past, but why did he feel like such a little kid? Did his father ever have this problem with his mother? He wished someone would tell him what to do but the only other male around was Trunks. You couldn't just ask the kid where the key to his mother's heart was.

So he nodded like a little juvenile and ate, slowly as molasses as she commanded, and then lay down.

"I don't think you're going to die, you can go now."

He blinked but ignored it and picked up his dishes, leaving without a goodnight, "I guess I'll be putting these in the sink and checking up on Trunks before I head off to bed." He felt odd about staying there, but didn't have much of a choice.

Placing his soiled dishes in the sink and rinsing them off, he walked down another hallway that he had seen Trunks go down, assuming it to be his room and knocked on one of the doors. "Trunks?"

"Other side." He heard Bulma's voice, casual and calm murmur through the door.

He blushed and gulped, "Oh. Sorry."

"No problem," Her voice sang out, and he quickly turned for the door that he assumed was Trunks', knocking on that door.

"It's open."

He nodded and entered, looking at Trunks, playing some sort of video game on his bed, "Hey."

"Hey." He muttered, in daze.

"Have you been working on what we've talked about."

"Well, I've been trying to but you haven't been here for most of the day so..."

Gohan blinked under the sarcasm of the boy, but shrugged it off, "I see. Well tomorrow I expect you early so-"

"I'll be there on time." He nodded.

By this time, Gohan was getting a little short tempered, but he nodded, "Alright..."

"Alright."

What could have ruined the boy's mood so fast? Was that why Bulma had been muttering about him when she came in the med lab with his food? "Night then, I suggest you get your rest sometime too."

"Can't miss you 'till you go."

Frowning, Gohan had to ask, "What's wrong, Trunks?"

An agitated sigh, he set off the game and put it to the side, "Nothing. Why?"

"You seem upset."

"I'm not upset."

"I didn't say you were... you just seem a little-"

"I'm fine," Trunks said in a hurry, "But you're right, I should get off to bed so I'll see you tomorrow morning. Night Gohan."

Gohan frowned, nodding and leaving, but on his way out, he promised he'd get down to the bottom of what this sudden attitude was all about.
Next Time: Trunks takes a moment to think of his love for his mother when he catches a certain Saiya-Jin sneaking out to train. As he follows him, Trunks cynically wonders if the power of a Super-Saiya-Jin is enough.

Check these people out: Vegeta Goddess, Celeb Ryu, a good friend of mine and such, really good writer. I have to say the same about Vturnip, she's got a really funny fic about Vegeta and Bulma switching sexes. People, would I lie to you?

Reviewer's Corner:

Vegeta Goddess: -Claps hands- Reviews! Hehe. I almost feel sorry for Gohan... He's trying so hard to keep it all to himself but he feels so much..

Chewy-Baka: Never fear! Updates shall be here!

Celeb Ryu: Yeah, you mentioned that Gohan thing before. Once again, it doesn't surprise me. I know how you are when it comes to Gohan. Oh, and yes, I know I'm a genius. You are too, Love.

Akasha: I shall keep your threat well in mind and I am quite glad that you enjoy my writing, Queen of the Damned.

Impulsive Thoughts: It's good to hear that this is deep enough so that you can really think about it and stuff. Yay!

Mia: That actually will be adressed, and pretty soon, too, but not exactly to Bulma.

VTurnip: I adore Gohan in this fic. He's the hero in the shadows of a Saint but while wishing to be as his father, he also wishes to have the dark traits Vegeta carries that caused Bulma to love him so deeply. Gohan just got too emotional and passed out, don't worry, he's perfectly fine... As fine as he gets anyway. I think he's got some issues in the head, though..