Hey. This is my story, I hope you enjoy! I'm sorry these first two chapters
as so short, but they seemed to end at the right place. I plan on making
the other chapters longer. Please review!
Gohan stared silently at the newly laid ground. Friends gathered around the graveside, some sniffling while others stood as silently as he. His mother was gone, and she did not want to come back. Gohan could not blame her, she had never spent much time with her husband, and they planned to make that up in the after world. She had not known that the baby she had born lived and she assumed Gohan would either move in with the Briefs or Master Roshi. No one but he and Piccilo knew the baby was alive. It was better that way.
Gohan sighed and took off into the air.
"Wait!" Bulma called out from below, but Gohan continued. He did not want to tell her that he would not be moving in, for then he would have to explain why, which was too complicated.
Gohan felt his first and last tear slide off of his face as he soared at top speed away from the place where his mother lay, away from everything. He had no reason to stay with them or even see them anymore. He resented the way they had lost so little and he had lost everything. They would never understand. He flew to the stop where he had lived and spent those few precious years without worries. It had been perfect then.
Gohan held his hand out at his side and a yellow ball of energy formes, slowly growing bigger and bigger until it was about the same size he was. Without a single doubtful thought, he tossed it. The house was gone now.
Not bothering to pause and look at the ruins, Gohan sped off through the sky, powering up to ssj in his haste. After a dew minutes he arrived at Kami's lookout. Gohan did not even bothering landing, but powered down as he flew through the halls, entering a circular room where Piccilo waited with a small bundle.
"Thanks Piccilo." Gohan spoke softly as he gently took the bundle from his mentor, unwrapping it to reveal a small child. The baby had a mop of spiky black hair and a bit of drool on the corner of his mouth as he slept. Gohan gently covered the boy back up and walked out of the room with his old teacher.
"Anytime kid. Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Yes," Gohan replied nonhesitantly, "you know where to find me if anything serious comes up. Where are you off to?"
"To pay my respects." The Namek answered before he flew off in the direction Gohan had come.
Gohan watched Piccilo until he was out of sight, before jumping off the tower and flying away him self, to a new life. Alone.
Hope you like it so far! REVIEW! -PD
Gohan stared silently at the newly laid ground. Friends gathered around the graveside, some sniffling while others stood as silently as he. His mother was gone, and she did not want to come back. Gohan could not blame her, she had never spent much time with her husband, and they planned to make that up in the after world. She had not known that the baby she had born lived and she assumed Gohan would either move in with the Briefs or Master Roshi. No one but he and Piccilo knew the baby was alive. It was better that way.
Gohan sighed and took off into the air.
"Wait!" Bulma called out from below, but Gohan continued. He did not want to tell her that he would not be moving in, for then he would have to explain why, which was too complicated.
Gohan felt his first and last tear slide off of his face as he soared at top speed away from the place where his mother lay, away from everything. He had no reason to stay with them or even see them anymore. He resented the way they had lost so little and he had lost everything. They would never understand. He flew to the stop where he had lived and spent those few precious years without worries. It had been perfect then.
Gohan held his hand out at his side and a yellow ball of energy formes, slowly growing bigger and bigger until it was about the same size he was. Without a single doubtful thought, he tossed it. The house was gone now.
Not bothering to pause and look at the ruins, Gohan sped off through the sky, powering up to ssj in his haste. After a dew minutes he arrived at Kami's lookout. Gohan did not even bothering landing, but powered down as he flew through the halls, entering a circular room where Piccilo waited with a small bundle.
"Thanks Piccilo." Gohan spoke softly as he gently took the bundle from his mentor, unwrapping it to reveal a small child. The baby had a mop of spiky black hair and a bit of drool on the corner of his mouth as he slept. Gohan gently covered the boy back up and walked out of the room with his old teacher.
"Anytime kid. Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Yes," Gohan replied nonhesitantly, "you know where to find me if anything serious comes up. Where are you off to?"
"To pay my respects." The Namek answered before he flew off in the direction Gohan had come.
Gohan watched Piccilo until he was out of sight, before jumping off the tower and flying away him self, to a new life. Alone.
Hope you like it so far! REVIEW! -PD