I just want to say, thanks to everyone who has reviewed, favorited, or alerted this fanfiction. You guys are the inspiration that keeps me going for this fanfiction. So this one is dedicated to all of you readers. I do have to explain some things though. Gohan is eleven when he starts high school. Kevin is around his age, Videl is about two years older, and Erasa and Sharpner are about three or four years older than him. This is just the ages of the group that he hangs out with; everyone else in the school are normal high school age. Kevin got in for somewhat the same reason as Gohan only with some slightly different circumstances, Videl got in since she is the daughter of the World Champion, and Erasa and Sharpner just got in the normal way. Hope that explains some things. Also, there is a bit of a time skip in this one; about a few months. Either way, hope you enjoy! Also, I have decided to start "saying thanks" to your reviews since I figured you would like to know what my response was.

AlphaShenron: Thanks for the suggestion! I'll make sure to add something like that later in the story.

Crystalzap: Good guess! Don't worry; Kevin's past will be brought to light soon.

Chapter 12: What is going on?

Gohan knew that the moment he got home, his mother would want to know everything that had happened; which was why he wasn't surprised when the first thing his mother asked when he got into the house was,

"So Gohan how was your first day of school?"

"It was good. I did make a new friend. His name is Kevin," Gohan answered and then got a bit nervous at what he said next, not sure what his mother's reaction would be, "I did kind of fail one of my assignments though."

"SON GOHAN, YOU DID WHAT?" his mother shouted and, before she could get the frying pan, Gohan frantically pleaded.

"Can I at least explain before you smack me with the frying pan?" he pleaded, not really feeling in the mood to get smacked by the Frying Pan of Doom today. When his mother nodded, he continued, "It was for World Cultures, since today is the week anniversary of the Cell Games, so most of the teachers did assignments around that. The one for World Cultures was writing a 'thank you note' to the World Champion and then giving 'pointers' to the 'other fighters' that had participated in the Cell Games. I couldn't just insult my friends and daddy, could I?"

Gohan felt like he was going to cry, and he could see that his mother looked the same way. As tears finally dripped down his face, his mother came over and cradled him in a hug.

"Oh Gohan, I'm so sorry," was all she could say. He could tell by the wetness in his hair that his mother was crying too; he didn't mind though, she had as much right as him, even more so.

The next few months passed quickly. Gohan didn't really think of them as months because of school, training, and his other self. Almost every night, his other self would pull Gohan into the "mirror world" and explain something that he expected Gohan to already know. Of course, Gohan would then try and understand, but wouldn't really get anywhere. He remembered his recent conversation with his other self.

"Why did you call me here again?" Gohan asked irritably. He was getting more and more tired each day; so much, that he almost kept thinking of quitting training, but he knew Piccolo would be wondering why if he did.

"You get the same answer each time; why don't you just let it go?" his other self stated, but then seemed surprised about something; but Gohan didn't really care what it was. He forced himself to listen when his other self started to talk again, "you were called here for me to explain something to you. Now listen, the Lotus is very fragile. It also can be manipulated easily, and I can tell you that that is something you don't want to happen. Do you understand that much?"

Gohan nodded his head, finding this conversation somewhat easier to understand than the others. He yawned slightly, and apparently his other self noticed, sighing before speaking again.

"Ok, I'll leave it at that. You should probably get some rest. I'll explain more some other time," Gohan was just about to leave when he was stopped once again by his other self, "Oh yeah, one more thing. Each time we meet like this, you don't sleep so it drains your energy."

"Oh so now you tell me!" Gohan snapped irritably. He had guessed this a while back, but because of his lack of sleep it felt good to verbally attack someone for once. He could tell his other self was angry too.

"Well yeah, I kind of need to hurry this a bit before…" but his other self never finished, cutting off and waving for Gohan to leave, grief stricken in the older half Saiyan's eyes.

Gohan sighed sadly. His other self had left him alone for about a week after that, not really explaining why he had cut off like that. Gohan was kind of worried what the older half Saiyan was going to say, but he brushed it off; bigger news coming into his head as he nervously fidgeted in his seat. He was now waiting at the hospital with Bulma, the Ox King, Future Trunks, and the rest of the Z Fighters. His mother was in the other room "delivering", that's what Future Trunks called it, his younger sibling. His mother hadn't wanted to find out if it was a boy or a girl; when Gohan had asked why, she just said that it would be more exciting that way. He was now currently trying to block out the noises in the hospital; more than once cursing his Saiyan hearing that definitely wasn't helping. Trunks apparently noticed him fidgeting because he took one look at Gohan and smiled.

"Don't worry Gohan, everything is fine," the older Saiyan said in a comforting tone. Gohan looked at Trunks and then down at the ground.

"I know. I'm just nervous," he started, but then lowered his voice, "but then again, having enhanced hearing doesn't help."

He looked up at Trunks and saw the other Saiyan was giving him a confused look, but that soon turned into a semi-blush.

"Oh, I get what you mean," Trunks stated. Gohan looked up at the older half Saiyan and saw his mouth move, but he couldn't hear anything. Suddenly, he felt a really bad pounding in his head. He groaned as he clutched his head in his hands and closed his eyes. The pounding only got worse and with it came pictures; pictures of a dark night with pouring rain. The scene then changed to something that looked like an underground pond with a girl sitting beside it. Then everything was black for a moment, the pain in his head slowly leaving. When he looked back up, he felt Trunks' hand on his shoulder.

"Hey Gohan, are you ok?" the older Saiyan asked with concern. Gohan stared at him, confused for a moment before answering.

"Um… yeah I think so," he answered, but then turned his head to the sound of a door opening.

"You may all come in now," a nurse said. She had black hair and green eyes, and was dressed in a white hospital uniform. He saw everyone else get up and stood to get up himself, but felt the pounding in his head returning, worse than last time. He felt his legs fail him, but as his eyes closed, he felt Trunks catch him before he hit the ground.

"So, you've started seeing them already?" his other self's voice rang through his head. He stood up weakly while realizing that he was back in the "mirror world". Filled with anger, he stormed his way to the area where his other self was, not quite sure how he knew the way.

"You really had to do this now!" he growled as he stalked towards his other self. The older boy stared at him with confusion before laughing, amusement reflected in his blue eyes.

"Why are you laughing?" he questioned, feeling dangerously close to losing his temper; although he knew if he did get into a fight with the older Super Saiyan that he could easily be outranked in a matter of seconds.

"I didn't bring you here. You chose to come yourself," his other self managed to get out between his laughs.

"What do you mean by I 'chose' to come here? And what has started to happen?" Gohan asked, not quite understanding what was being said. His other self stopped laughing and gave him a glance.

"I forgot I didn't explain everything to you," his other self stated before sighing, "well, let's just say you are going to be getting some 'images' from time to time."

"What kind of images?" he asked, hoping that they would not be as painful as the other one. Now that he knew that his "blackout" was caused by what he saw, he was now curious to what the older Saiyan was telling him. His other self hesitated before speaking.

"Well, if I told you, it wouldn't be that much of a surprise," the older boy said as he looked away, and Gohan thought that he could detect some kind of jealousy behind the older boy's words.

"How is that going to help me then?" Gohan challenged. He didn't really like how his other self was not telling him much, and he didn't really have to be reminded of one of their other encounters.

"Why does it need to help you?" his other self blurted out, obviously angered, "just leave!"

He felt his vision go black as a strong wind knocked into him.

Gohan quickly sat up, realizing that he was in his bed. His side was throbbing like crazy and he was once again rewarded with a bad headache. He remembered what had just happened and went to look out the window, almost falling on his face getting there. He looked outside and saw that it was nighttime.

I must have been passed out for the rest of the day, he thought as he closed the blinds and walked to the door. He was about to open it, but stopped when a loud whining noise hit his ears. He quickly let go of the doorknob and brought his hands up to his head.

What was that? He first thought with confusion, but then remembered; oh that's my little sibling. Wow they have a loud voice.

When the whining ceased, Gohan opened the door, not quite expecting what came next. He just stood in the hallway for a while, not sure what to say. The sight that greeted him was not one that he expected. His mother was sitting on the couch talking with Bulma. The Z Fighters were gathered around, apparently listening to whatever the two women were saying. When Gohan opened the door, all heads turned in his direction and shocked but relieved faces greeted him.

"Um… hi?" He said hesitantly, not really sure of what to say. The one who answered him looked similar to the kid Trunks that he knew, but older.

"Hey, look its Sleeping Beauty!" the lavender haired boy came running up to Gohan with a miniature looking Goku on his heels.

"Daddy?" Gohan blurted out as soon as he saw the Goku look alike. The small Goku stopped and looked around, a confused look on his face.

"Daddy? Whose that? Who are you?" the small child asked. Gohan looked over at the others for help, but they all seemed very uncomfortable.

"What's wrong?" Gohan asked with uncertainty at how they were acting. The one who answered him was Bulma,

"Gohan, you've been in a coma for a year."

Yeah sorry, I couldn't help it for ending it at a cliffhanger. The mini Goku's speech is supposed to be like that since he is little. Sorry I was going to make this longer, but I couldn't resist ending it there; but don't worry, the next chapter will be out soon. So, Gohan has been stuck in a coma… Why do you think that is? Hope you enjoyed and please review!

-AnimeWolfGirl9