A lone
figure stood before seven black dragonballs, seeming much like mist. Blackness swirled around what looked like
human-like figure, some of it floating off away from it.
" Come forth, dragon," the mist
hissed. Immediately, the balls glowed and exploded outwards, sending out waves
of gold and black light. A gold dragon
formed from the swirls of light and stretched out among the sky. Black scales littered his yellow body and
the once large black mist looked like a mere dot to the giant dragon.
" You have summoned me," the golden
dragon boomed. His voice was soft but
demanding, filling the sky with terror. " You have three wishes. Make them now."
" Of course," the mist said and it
grinned- if that was possible. " My
first wish is this."
*******
Goku lay sprawled out under the afternoon sun, in
the curving green grass. It rolled
around his body, tickling it, as the wind blew over the valley. It was one day to him, to think and
remember. He lowed his power level to a
mere peck so family or friends wouldn't find him. Sure, he loved being with them but for just one day, he wanted it
to be just him and the warming sun. To
not worry about saving the earth from destruction, even if it had been peaceful
for years. For him anyway. Gohan's life hadn't though.
Goku still remembered the night he
found Gohan outside, in the middle of the night, staring up at the stars
blankly. He didn't know what woke him
up or why he had looked outside to see his son, but he had. And when he had approached his son and asked
him what was wrong, he said nothing for the longest of moments. Goku could remember the seriousness in his
features, the concentration but relaxation, as he looked up at the lights in
the sky. It had made no sense to him
but Gohan did speak to him that night, simple words but very complex at the
same time.
" A race was destroyed years ago,"
Gohan said softly. " But that doesn't mean people let it go."
Goku opened his eyes to watch the
floating clouds. The next morning,
Gohan had not mentioned, nor remembered, their meeting outside under the black
sky. At first he thought Gohan was keeping something bottled up inside of him,
not letting anyone know. But Gohan
carried on, spirited as usual and Goku let go of his concerns and carried on
himself. But as Goku remembered that
night, he wondered what Gohan meant and why he had said those exact words. What people was he talking about?
Goku sighed softly. It didn't matter either way. Maybe Gohan was sleeping all in all. The boy indeed didn't remember at all saying
those words, or getting up for that matter, when Goku asked him.
Deciding that he had stayed long
enough, Goku stood up and brushed his orange gi slowly. Besides, he was pretty hungry.
*******
Gohan was sitting outside when his
father landed in front of the house, reading quietly from a red book under the
tree that sat in front of their front yard.
Black hair that was cut short was taking an incredible liking to Goku's
style on one side of his head and went this way and that. Black bangs hanged over his forehead and
over his coal eyes, dark with knowledge and understanding but stained with
innocence. He was wearing his house
clothes, a white buckled up shirt and pants, made mainly for his studying. Unfortunately, he was getting a tad bit big
for the white suit for his muscles begged to be released from it's tight
confinement.
" Hey Gohan," Goku greeted and
walked towards his son. Gohan looked up
and grinned brightly, always happy to see his father.
" Hey Dad," Gohan greeted in return
and scooted some to give some sitting room for his father. Goku sat down next to Gohan, bending his
knees to rest his elbows on them and dangle his long and strong arms.
" What are ya reading?" Goku asked,
looking at the book.
" Nothing much," Gohan said closing
the book and setting it aside. " Where
did you go?
" Just went out to be by myself for
awhile," Goku answered honestly.
" I know what you mean," Gohan
commented, smiling once again. Goku
grinned and rubbed Gohan's hair affectionately.
" I'm hungry," Goku said and Gohan
laughed.
" Oh so that's why you're back,"
Gohan said.
" Um, pretty much," Goku answered,
honest once again.
" I'm sure Mom has lunch ready,"
Gohan said. " Lets go eat."
*****
" I want him. Capture all who are close to him. Then bring him to me. I want only him."
Gohan opened his eyes slowly and
stared at the ceiling. The memory of
the dream was forgotten as soon as he peeled open his eyes and now he wondered
what had woken him. Looking around, he
saw nothing amiss in his clean and spotless room. A desk sat next to his bed, pencils neatly in their place in a
jar. Books sat upright and straight on
the shelves. Shoes lay side by side
with unwrinkled clothes hanging above them.
So what wakened him?
Gohan's eyes trailed over to the
open window and out at the star glittered sky.
The drapes of the window fluttered restlessly on the warm night
wind. Maybe the rustling of the curtains
woke him up. Sighing, but not at the
least bit tired, Gohan pulled back the blankets and swung his legs over to
touch the cold wooden floor. Making a
soft padding sound with his feet, he walked over to the sill of the window,
past his desk, and looked outside. The
soft whistling of the wind and the song of the crickets filled the night air
but nothing else disturbed the silence.
But Gohan felt, just a tinge, that something was wrong. Maybe somebody watching him. Gohan looked out farther, straining his
sharp eyes to see well out in the dark.
But nothing moved nor caught his attention. Just the strange feeling of eyes staring at him.
Suddenly very chilled and…slightly
afraid, Gohan closed the window quickly.
The drapes to the side stilled immidately and Gohan turned around-and
let out a small cry.