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Fanfic: With or Without you: Chapter26
Chapter: With or Without you: Chapter 26
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Chapter 26: And you would tell me this was all a dream
Secretly they had wished that Goku's body would simply disappear after his death, just as it had been when he died first, after the fight with his brother. But it hadn't happened and so his family and friends were not spared a funeral.
The grave was supposed to be on the hills behind the house, but Bulma had suggested that Goku be taken to the mountains. To his grandfather. And ChiChi had gratefully accepted this thought.
They didn't know where SonGohan's grave was, but Bulma and Vegeta had agreed to look for a suitable place beforehand and they flew together the next day into the mountains to Goku's old house. Once there, the prince carefully set her down. 'Even after such a long time, hardly anything has changed here.' she noticed and walked closer to the little house.
She remembered that Goku had once said that he was often here when he wanted to be alone. It had been an important part of his childhood and he had lived here alone for a few years after his grandfather's death. As far as she knew, nobody but herself, not even ChiChi, knew where the little house was, he had only been here once or twice with his son Gohan. The vegetation has been very dense since nobody lived here and if you didn't look for it, the house was not easy to spot.
Bulma carefully pushed the old wooden door aside and entered. The little house wasn't as dilapidated as she had initially expected. There was a thick layer of dust on everything, but otherwise everything was in good condition. Bulma had to smile. Even though she had only been here once, she knew that everything looked the same as before. She remembered exactly how she told SonGoku about the Dragon Balls and her smile broadened when she thought of his reaction at the time.She looked around again briefly and was about to leave the house when her gaze fell on an old chest of drawers behind the door. There was a small, old pillow on the shelf, and on it was ... a dragon ball. Bulma looked closer, surprised. It was the one with four stars. The memory of old SonGohan. Goku had given it to his son many years ago, but after the thing with Raditz, it must have been safer for him not to keep it at home. There was also a layer of dust on the sphere, it had to lie here for some time and it was years ago that the holy dragon was last called. Tears welled up in her eyes again and she tried in vain to fight them. She would have loved to get her radar and look for the other six bullets, but she also knew that it wasn’t possible to bring Goku back to life. And even if he had never said it, Bulma was sure that he didn't want that either.
Bulma looked around the room again.She couldn't explain it, but she had the feeling of Goku's presence in this house. More than anywhere else. 'I think we made the right decision. He is more at home here than anywhere else. '
She finally turned away and left the house, finally closing the door behind her.
_____
It snowed. For a few hours. The whole country was already covered with a thin white layer and an icy wind swept over everything.
SonGohan looked out the window of his room. He smiled a little at the sight that met him. He loved snow, but this time he couldn't really be happy about it. He looked down at himself, smoothed his suit with his palms, and his smile faded. Today was the day he was so afraid of. He was just waiting for his mother to call him and then they would all fly to the mountains together. To his father's grave.He still couldn't believe what that meant. It would stir everything up in him again. Especially now, when he thought he was more or less under control.
SonGoku had died early morning the day before yesterday and Gohan had spent the day processing his emotions. He had cried for a very, very long time and he had never been alone, either his mother or Piccolo was with him. But ChiChi hadn't been of much help to him, and soon his grief turned into bitter anger. Anger over Goku's untimely death, his own helplessness and outright anger over himself. Desperate, he had started to thrash around in the house and Piccolo had trouble calming him down. But the Namek had, as so often, had a comforting effect on him, reminded him of Goku's words and brought him to his senses.
'None of what happened is your fault, nor have you ever had the opportunity to intervene. You made your choice, as did your father.And he wished for nothing more than this fight. Does that mean nothing to you? '
'Yes ... but I ...'
'You can't change anything about it ... you can't change the past ... stop tormenting yourself like this. '
But that was all yesterday and Gohan woke up feeling better this morning. But when he thought about what was in store for him now, everything revolved around him. He stepped closer to the window and leaned his forehead against the cold pane. 'Is that really the end? 'He hit the window with his head a few times. 'If this is all just a dream then please let me wake up. '
Suddenly he heard someone calling his name.
ChiChi.
His head flew up and he stepped back from the window and stared in the direction the voice had come from. His heart started beating wildly and his ears were pounding. Gohan closed his eyes, took a deep breath and wiped his sweaty hands on his pants.Then he adjusted his suit again, swallowed hard, and left the room.
A Change Of Seasons - Dream Theater
II. Innocence
I remember a time
My frail, virgin mind
watched the crimson sunrise
Imagined what it might find
Life was filled with wonder
I felt the warm wind blow
I must explore the boundaries
Transcend the depth of winter`s snow
Innocence caressing me
I never felt so young before
There was so much life in me
Still I longed to search for more
But those days are gone now
Changed like a leaf on a tree
Blown away forever
into the cool autumn breeze
The snow has now fallen
and my sun`s not so bright
I struggle to hold on
with the last of my might
In my den of inequity
viciousness and subtlety
struggle to ease the pain
struggle to find the sane
Ignorance surrounding me
I`ve never been so filled with fear
All my life`s been drained from me
The end is drawing near ....
About this chapter: Well, not much has happened, it should have been longer, but the other chapters were all the same length so far and I wanted to keep this scheme ... so it's basically just the introduction to the next part. ..
So then ... we read each other !!!
Bye Bye!!!
* has nothing to say *
Chapter 26: And you would tell me this was all a dream
Secretly they had wished that Goku's body would simply disappear after his death, just as it had been when he died first, after the fight with his brother. But it hadn't happened and so his family and friends were not spared a funeral.
The grave was supposed to be on the hills behind the house, but Bulma had suggested that Goku be taken to the mountains. To his grandfather. And ChiChi had gratefully accepted this thought.
They didn't know where SonGohan's grave was, but Bulma and Vegeta had agreed to look for a suitable place beforehand and they flew together the next day into the mountains to Goku's old house. Once there, the prince carefully set her down. 'Even after such a long time, hardly anything has changed here.' she noticed and walked closer to the little house.
She remembered that Goku had once said that he was often here when he wanted to be alone. It had been an important part of his childhood and he had lived here alone for a few years after his grandfather's death. As far as she knew, nobody but herself, not even ChiChi, knew where the little house was, he had only been here once or twice with his son Gohan. The vegetation has been very dense since nobody lived here and if you didn't look for it, the house was not easy to spot.
Bulma carefully pushed the old wooden door aside and entered. The little house wasn't as dilapidated as she had initially expected. There was a thick layer of dust on everything, but otherwise everything was in good condition. Bulma had to smile. Even though she had only been here once, she knew that everything looked the same as before. She remembered exactly how she told SonGoku about the Dragon Balls and her smile broadened when she thought of his reaction at the time.She looked around again briefly and was about to leave the house when her gaze fell on an old chest of drawers behind the door. There was a small, old pillow on the shelf, and on it was ... a dragon ball. Bulma looked closer, surprised. It was the one with four stars. The memory of old SonGohan. Goku had given it to his son many years ago, but after the thing with Raditz, it must have been safer for him not to keep it at home. There was also a layer of dust on the sphere, it had to lie here for some time and it was years ago that the holy dragon was last called. Tears welled up in her eyes again and she tried in vain to fight them. She would have loved to get her radar and look for the other six bullets, but she also knew that it wasn’t possible to bring Goku back to life. And even if he had never said it, Bulma was sure that he didn't want that either.
Bulma looked around the room again.She couldn't explain it, but she had the feeling of Goku's presence in this house. More than anywhere else. 'I think we made the right decision. He is more at home here than anywhere else. '
She finally turned away and left the house, finally closing the door behind her.
_____
It snowed. For a few hours. The whole country was already covered with a thin white layer and an icy wind swept over everything.
SonGohan looked out the window of his room. He smiled a little at the sight that met him. He loved snow, but this time he couldn't really be happy about it. He looked down at himself, smoothed his suit with his palms, and his smile faded. Today was the day he was so afraid of. He was just waiting for his mother to call him and then they would all fly to the mountains together. To his father's grave.He still couldn't believe what that meant. It would stir everything up in him again. Especially now, when he thought he was more or less under control.
SonGoku had died early morning the day before yesterday and Gohan had spent the day processing his emotions. He had cried for a very, very long time and he had never been alone, either his mother or Piccolo was with him. But ChiChi hadn't been of much help to him, and soon his grief turned into bitter anger. Anger over Goku's untimely death, his own helplessness and outright anger over himself. Desperate, he had started to thrash around in the house and Piccolo had trouble calming him down. But the Namek had, as so often, had a comforting effect on him, reminded him of Goku's words and brought him to his senses.
'None of what happened is your fault, nor have you ever had the opportunity to intervene. You made your choice, as did your father.And he wished for nothing more than this fight. Does that mean nothing to you? '
'Yes ... but I ...'
'You can't change anything about it ... you can't change the past ... stop tormenting yourself like this. '
But that was all yesterday and Gohan woke up feeling better this morning. But when he thought about what was in store for him now, everything revolved around him. He stepped closer to the window and leaned his forehead against the cold pane. 'Is that really the end? 'He hit the window with his head a few times. 'If this is all just a dream then please let me wake up. '
Suddenly he heard someone calling his name.
ChiChi.
His head flew up and he stepped back from the window and stared in the direction the voice had come from. His heart started beating wildly and his ears were pounding. Gohan closed his eyes, took a deep breath and wiped his sweaty hands on his pants.Then he adjusted his suit again, swallowed hard, and left the room.
A Change Of Seasons - Dream Theater
II. Innocence
I remember a time
My frail, virgin mind
watched the crimson sunrise
Imagined what it might find
Life was filled with wonder
I felt the warm wind blow
I must explore the boundaries
Transcend the depth of winter`s snow
Innocence caressing me
I never felt so young before
There was so much life in me
Still I longed to search for more
But those days are gone now
Changed like a leaf on a tree
Blown away forever
into the cool autumn breeze
The snow has now fallen
and my sun`s not so bright
I struggle to hold on
with the last of my might
In my den of inequity
viciousness and subtlety
struggle to ease the pain
struggle to find the sane
Ignorance surrounding me
I`ve never been so filled with fear
All my life`s been drained from me
The end is drawing near ....
About this chapter: Well, not much has happened, it should have been longer, but the other chapters were all the same length so far and I wanted to keep this scheme ... so it's basically just the introduction to the next part. ..
So then ... we read each other !!!
Bye Bye!!!