Fandom: Dragonball Z
Rating: PG-13 (for thematic elements)
Publish Date: 8/13/2002 to 11/4/2002
Disclaimer: A, B, C, D, E, F, G, I do not own DBZ.
Goten snuggled into his older brother’s lap, yawning happily. "We had fun today, right Gohan?"
"Right, kiddo," Gohan sighed, settling back against the headboard of Goten’s bed. "So, where were we in the story? Oh yeah, I remember. When we last left our intrepid hero…"
ChiChi didn’t make it to the doorway until the very end of the tale. She got there just in time to hear Gohan’s soft voice say, "…stay tuned for the next episode tomorrow night. Same time, same place." A pause, then, "I love you, little bro."
Seconds later, Gohan emerged from the room, looking exhausted. "I think he’s got the right idea. Might hafta follow his example." He said a quick goodnight to his mother, then retired to his room where he closed the door.
Damn, that bed looks good, he thought absently, crossing the room.
Something on the floor caught his eye. He bent down to pick it up, and his jaw dropped.
One of his blades, the sharp edge already stained.
For a long moment, he didn’t move. He barely even breathed. He just looked at the tiny scrap of metal held between his thumb and forefinger. That tiny urge began eating into the back of his mind again…
Then he stood up, walked over, and opened the window. From there, he threw the blade as far as he could. Such a small object with Saiyan strength behind it…that thing probably went halfway around the world. And somehow, that was quite a satisfying thought.
I don’t need it, he told himself confidently. I’ve got a couple of guardian angels down here to take care of me when things get screwed up. And that’s what really matters.
That happy thought running through his mind, he started to close the window when something else caught his eye. A flash of something in the sky…
It might have been a shooting star…but he wasn’t sure.
Gohan just wasn’t sure.