After watching DBZ again, I realized that I wanted to write DBZ-fiction again. I have always liked my main idea of Hidden Bars, but felt that over the year of writing it, that I could do better. So here is my updated verison of Hidden Bars. I will still show all my original characters, and will try to update once a week (this will be a personal goal on my part).
I am open too all forms of reviews, just as long as they help.
I hope you like the new Hidden Bars (the old verison is still up as Unfinished Hidden Bars if you want to look ahead on things that could happen).
Gohan thinking to oneself or writing
"::Gohan::" telepathic converstaion
I don't own DBZ.
Hidden Bars
Prologue
-Son Akito
Sometimes, I feel like I am missing something.
"...Things are getting out of hand with Gohan."
I don't know if it's because my dad died (because of my mistakes), but I have this undying want that isn't being answered.
"He doesn't leave his room. He barely talks to me. Ever since Goku-sa died, he's been...different."
I see the looks in everyone's eyes, they all hate me for it. Even though they all say that I did the "right thing" I still know I didn't do anything right. Because of me, everyone lost their hero.
"I wouldn't be coming to you if I didn't think something was wrong..."
I hate myself, because everything I do is wrong.
"I try to tell him that Goku-sa left us because he felt that it was the right thing to do. But he still believes the reason his dad left was because of the Cell Games..."
I dream about the Games...And it hurts each time.
"...He screams and cries in his sleep. This has been happening ever since the Cell Games, and that was a year ago."
...I don't have a reason to live...
"Piccolo, what do I do?" Chi-chi whipped her tears away from her eyes, and stared into Piccolo's.
Piccolo glanced up at Gohan, who was in his room writing in his journal. He looked back into Chi-chi's eyes, trying to figure something out to tell the woman.
True, Gohan had been acting strange since Son Goku died. Gohan no longer talks to him anymore, so he really didn't understand what was happening. The weird thing was that Gohan always talked to Piccolo, and sometimes he talked too much for Piccolo's liking.
Yet now, he can't remember the last time Gohan talked.
"Um..." Piccolo was at a lost of words, he didn't know what to say to make Goku's wife feel better. He didn't even understand what was happening to Gohan either.
"Piccolo," Piccolo eyes wondered back to Chi-chi's, as tears started to fall down her face, "I just don't want him to hurt anymore."
My life should have been taken instead of my father's. My father was a hero, a hero of Earth. I don't understand why he tried to lay that responsibly on me. I am only twelve years old. I sometimes wonder where my childhood went. Ever since I could remember, I was either trying to stay alive in the wilderness, or fighting some bad guy or alien to the point that I was barely alive at the end of it...
...Sometimes, I wish I didn't have to keep living like this.
Piccolo started to walk away from Chi-chi, he had told her that he would try to figure it and get back to her on the problem.
Gohan always seemed confusing to Piccolo, or maybe it was the fact that all humans were confusing.
"::Gohan::" Piccolo telepathy called out to his friend.
"::Piccolo-san, how are you?::" Gohan replied back.
Piccolo then began to worry, he sensed shame in Gohan's answer.
Gohan and Piccolo had a special kind of telepathic bond. Their bond was so pure, that there is no way to hid true feelings from each other.
"::We need to talk::"
"::Are you okay Piccolo-san? I can sense that you are worried::"
"::Nevermind that, just come and see me::" And Piccolo cut off his bond.
Gohan closed his eyes and exit out of the bond as well. He re-read his journal entry and closed the book behind him.
He hated feeling this way. Everyone tells him he has no reason to feel this way, but Gohan felt like he can't help it.
It had been a year since his father had died. And each and every day Gohan is reminded that it was because of him. His mother even had another child, Goten. Even though Goten is only three months old, he looks just like his father.
His mother cried when she first saw Goten, and Gohan knew that she was happy, but also sad that Goku wasn't there to share in the moment.
Everything Goten did though, Gohan loved. The first time Goten wrapped his little hand around Gohan's hand, he had known that he would love his little brother forever.
But, in the back of his mind, Gohan knew that Goten will never have the father that he knew and loved.
Sighing, Gohan walked out of his room. As Gohan started walk down the stairs to the front door, he meet his mother in the middle of the stair way.
"Hello," Gohan breathed as he walked right pass his mother.
"Gohan-chan," Chi-chi whispered as she watched her son walk down the stairs and out the door.
Chi-chi was lost when it came to her oldest son. Ever since Goku had died, Gohan and Chi-chi never seemed to get along. They would fight about everything. Chi-chi couldn't remember the last time they carried on a good conversation.
She never meant to fight with her son, but it would always turn out that way. Chi-chi knew that she was too stubborn to be left in the dark, and that's how she always felt when it came to her eldest son. Out of the loop. Goku was always the shining parent, the one who was able to keep the peace in the house hold.
Chi-chi sighed and walked back down stairs. She only wanted what was best for her son.
She hoped that Piccolo would talk to him for her, the mother was too worn out to fight anymore.
"Piccolo-san!" Gohan called out as he flew though the trees. Piccolo wasn't their normal spot.
And he knew that wasn't good.
If Piccolo had something important to say, he would always end up at the spot where they first meet. When Piccolo threw Gohan into a mountain, and because of Gohan's hidden powers, he was able to blow the mountain away.
Gohan landed on the ground, he was getting close to his old mentor and decided to walk instead of fly.
I wonder what he needs to talk about, Gohan thought to himself, Everyone has been acting weird since the Cell Games. Well, I guess that is my fault. They all should be acting weird towards me. Krillin-san and I haven't talked since the Games. Bulma-san doesn't come over to the house anymore. All Vegeta does is mumble about dad since he died and we stopped training months ago.
"Piccolo, where are you?" Gohan yelled out, yet there was no answer.
Gohan continued to walk though the forest, and was getting upset. Why wasn't Piccolo around? They should of just meet at their normal spot, yet for some reason Piccolo had to meet him somewhere else.
"::Piccolo-san, where are you? This is getting old::" After arriving at the spot, Piccolo was still no where to be found, Gohan opened their bond.
"You sound annoyed," out of the forest came Piccolo.
Gohan glanced up and looked at Piccolo. This was the thing that worried Piccolo the most, his eyes were different. They weren't full of life anymore, they weren't showing any form of expression. They seemed broken.
"Well, yeah, first you have to talk to me, and then I can't find you anywhere," Gohan snapped back.
Piccolo was a little taken back, Gohan never talked to him like this before.
"What is wrong with you?" Piccolo shout, he didn't feel like playing around and just jumped into the real issue.
Gohan was a little taken back, "What do you mean?"
Piccolo sighed, "You know what I mean, you have been acting different."
"What do you mean by that?" Gohan shouted.
"What do I mean? Like this, what you are doing right now? You never acted like that before. All you have been doing is sitting in your room writing in that god-damned journal. You never come out anymore, you don't talk to anyone, you get in fights with your mother–who by the way is worried about you. You have that damn look of sadness in your eyes each time I see you."
Gohan stared at Piccolo in confusion, and this only upset Piccolo more.
"Everyone is afraid that you are going to do something dumb. And I swear to Kamisama if you do anything-"
"What, dumb?" Gohan cried out, tears running down his face, "What the hell do you think I am going to do with myself?"
"Do you blame me!" Piccolo screamed out, "Every time someone mentions Goku's name-"
"I get sad!" Gohan shouted, "Why the fuck do I have to hide everything Piccolo? Why can't I be lonely or sad? Why do I have to act all big and strong?"
The air around them was covered in silence.
Gohan closed his eyes and breathed out. He was holding that in for a while. The young saiyan never did talk about how he felt about everything. It was always someone else getting the first word in. Like how his mother cried for her husband, how Vegeta needed his victory, how everyone else had to say something and Gohan having to hear it.
Yet, Piccolo could see right through it, "It's okay that you can feel sad about your father dying. But that's not the reason you are feeling sad," Piccolo sighed and looked Gohan right in his eyes, "You blame yourself."
Gohan's eyes widen, he was unable to breathe.
Piccolo took a step forward, "It's that you think it's your fault, and because of that you are pushing us away."
Gohan bit his lip, he bit it so hard that blood dripped down his chin. Piccolo saw this and started to walk up to Gohan, yet before he was able to get close to his student, Gohan took a step back.
"I am pushing you away?" Gohan whispered, "You are the one who said that emotions are for the weak, Vegeta doesn't want to hear anything I have to say. Krillin-san and Bulma-san haven't even talked to me since everything ended," Gohan sniffed, all this was getting too much, "And here you are discussing my issues?"
"Gohan, you aren't understanding-"
"How dare you!" Gohan flashed into super saiyan form and punched his mentor in the face, causing Piccolo to hit the ground, "How dare you put another thing on me Piccolo. First my mom, then you, who else is next? Who else is going to point out my mistakes to me!"
Piccolo raised himself up and whipped the blood that was dripping from his face, he had to try to clam Gohan down, "Look Gohan, I am only trying to help."
Gohan glanced up into his mentor's eyes, and was able to sense Piccolo's fear. Gohan then step back, realizing that he had just hit Piccolo.
Piccolo, very slowly, started to walk to Gohan.
Gohan looked down at his hands, his mind raising. He can't be like this anymore, he can't get angry like this anymore because Gohan was unable to control it.
The young saiyan felt Piccolo's hand touch his shoulder, his eyes were covered in tears.
"What's wrong with me Piccolo-san?"
And with that, Gohan fell to his knees and cried for the first time in a year.
"Vanlash, are you sure this is going to work?"
"Of course it's going to work, you have the collar ready right Weller."
"Yes, but how are we going to make this work?"
"We capture it, and that collar will do the rest. Make sure Tomack and Rexter are prepared."
A man stood up from his chair, and looked out as the planets flew past him. He chuckled to himself, "Strange being from Earth, you will be mine."