Before we begin, I would like to thank Ryven flame dancing saiyan for both favouriting and following this story and lunamoonangel for favouriting this story.

Also, this chapter is in Gohan's POV (11 year old looking-self).

And without further ado, enjoy!

My voice haunts him so late at night. If he could escape his dreams, then he would be rid of me.

I'm tired of breathing; of being strong. I hate being the strong one. Haunting the pathetic human every night is beginning to be tiresome. I long to free of the prison, but this became my life. It became his, Gohan's too.

With every second I warn Sharpener, it only become useless. I only ever leave him with the mysteries. My mind can't reveal too much, I don't know what is stopping me. Is it pride or is it because I am afraid? Asking for help is not my problem; it is admitting what I feel. I can't brush off the feelings or pain anymore, so why do I find the need to be strong now?

Soon he will discover the truth, or has he already? Only time will tell. His dreams will only do so much, I need time. I don't have the time; there is not much time left, anyway.

Prideful or not, how can I tell him the truth, if he can't accept the reality? I can't take much more pain. If I take on more, I will weaken. Ever since Gohan has seen me, we have gotten a step closer to perishing.

The thing is… I don't want to die! I want to be happy! I want be able to be free! No-one knows the horrors. I have a big gap in my life. I would be eighteen too, if I hadn't been locked up. Who knows what will happen when or if I am whole again?

If Sharpener bad mouths my Father, and goes on about how much of a saint Mr. Satan is, I will lose it. The man is a weakling; he can take my glory for all I care – he can't however takeaway my Father's honour. The lowly coward keeps hiding behind an empty throne, one day he will realise his own mistakes.

The truth will come out, one way or another. My true self will make an appearance. It really is an embarrassment that I have become the broken person I am. I wish I could say I became a legend, but really all I am is a ghost: a shadow in a dead dream.

When Daddy died, I died. I've been dying slowly for years. The question is of whether or not I will be joining my father or if I becoming one with the human half, remains unanswered and will be decided in the near future.

Gohan…

He is a human, stubborn, proud and just like our Mother. I am more like my Father, I have courage, strength and persistence. We are a deadly force to be reckoned with.

Unlike my Human half I know the pain. He avoids trouble like the plague while I'd rather face it head on. Gohan doesn't get it. He has only realised that he made a fatal mistake that could cost our very lives and our own existence.

Like the Dragon Balls can bring us back after dying from this… only we can save our lives. If only Gohan would pull up his teddy bear underwear already, we could at least try to prevent our own demise.

I get it; the pain that Gohan feels is very real. He needs to understand that
I. Want .To. Live.

If only he knew that, then we might come to a proper agreement. We tried before that was until the waterworks. I did the crying for the both of us for the past seven years, you would think I we wouldn't be able to cry more…apparently it is so.

As much as it pains me that I wish to see Daddy again, we have to fight. We have such a long life ahead of us. I never pictured dying at 18, only either out of old age or from trying to save the world. To think we would die from ourselves is completely mind-boggling. It is probably in someway self-inflicted like depression.

It's hard to think it has been to so long since I fought. I've probably forgotten a lot of the key values Dad and Piccolo had taught me. It makes me regret not being able to control my counterpart. To forget things my Father once taught me, feels like my heart has been torn out. I blame me, I blame myself…

How could I forget something so important to me? Fighting is was what I shared with Dad and studying was what Gohan shared with Mum. Mum didn't lose her son, and I lost myself when Dad died.

The past is not so easily forgotten. I remember nearly everything, every battle, the pain and all the loss. It wouldn't surprise me if I had to reteach myself and remaster becoming a Super Saiyan, all because of Gohan and his ignorance towards his happiness.

My counterpart is also so very oblivious to everyone around him. I had to tell him I was speaking to Goten. It was obvious as Goten repeated many things I had to said to him. Of course Gohan never realised and he is supposed to be the smart one.

Goten is a young child and is so much like Dad. I will not allow him to have the same life as me. I don't want him to get involved in fighting and have the suffering like Gohan and I. To think is possible for any hybrid blows my mind…I hope no-one ever has this problem.

And then there is Vegeta. He has had suspicions about me for awhile now. Gohan makes it hard for him to be around us, considering he avoids Vegeta like he has the plague.

I have to admit, I am scared of what will become of me; us. I don't want to lose this battle, I need to win.

Vegeta might be one hero in our story and if he is, he has a lot of work to do. It's going to take more than us training to fix this.

Gohan and I need to heal, but most of all work together. He might have a problem with that though. The main worry I have is Gohan might not be as understanding that I don't want to deal with this pain and I'm not willing to die for him, all for nothing.

I can't go down without even trying. There is no option in letting death take me with open arms. If only it were that simple…

I hope you all enjoyed it. The next chapter should be up soon. :)

- Pink Sparkles 3