Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Life for A Life ❯ Why? ( Chapter 5 )
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By: PerfectCell17 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.26.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 293 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.26.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 293 | Status: Completed
Piccolo stood outside of the Son home, the temperature slowly dropping as the sun fell.
Even though Piccolo had seen alot of deaths, Gohan's was the most upsetting, by far.
Desperate to get his mind off these events the Namek decided to once again try meditating.
Bulma re-capsulized the coffin, putting it in her pocket.
"I think I'm going to head over to Chi Chi's, to see how she's coping."
A low snort came from Vegeta.
"Didn't the Namek tell you to give the woman some time?"
The genious turned to her husband.
"Well, I was gonna wait and go over in the morning, but being with her sons dead body all night can't be good for her."
"When are you leaving?"
"We're leaving as soon as I'm ready."
"What do you me 'we', woman?!" Vegeta demanded.
"You're coming with me."
"Why?!"
Bulma sighed.
"I can't put Gohan's body in the coffin by myself."
"Fine, woman!"
A dead silence had spread across the Kame house ever since Piccolo left.
The only noise came from the television, which nobody was even watching.
Krillin's tear had mostly stopped, except for the odd sob.
Master Roshi sat on the couch, staring off into nothing.
The mood didn't just stay with the humans, even Turtle seemed affected.
Bulma stood at her front door, waiting.
"Come on, Vegeta!"
The Saiyajin no Ouji just 'hmphed' and followed.
The jet, being flown by Bulma, had finally reached Mount Paozu, and it was approaching the Son home.
Piccolo let out a sigh of frustration.
The Namek had finally slipped into meditation, but was brought back from hearing the jet.
"So much for forgetting..."
The jet landed a few yards from the house and Vegeta and Bulma exited.
The woman was the first one to notice the Namek.
"Piccolo, what are you still doing here?"
"I was trying to meditate."
Piccolo stood up and faced the couple.
"Why are you two here?"
Bulma grabbed the capsule from her pocket.
"We came here to get Gohan's body until he has a funeral, rather than leaving him here with Chi Chi."
With that Bulma headed to the home, Vegeta not too far behind.
Piccolo, not being able to meditate joined them.
After knocking and not getting a response Bulma finally tried the handle.
The genious' eyes watered as she saw Chi Chi still sleeping, holding Gohan.
"Oh Gohan, Chi Chi..."
Piccolo, the last to enter, closed the door behind him.
The sound of the door made the mother stir.
Bulma watched the sight with pity.
"I feel so bad for Chi Chi, she's been through alot."
Vegeta took a step closer to the body.
"Well there's nothing we can do about that!"
"Don't you have any compassion, Vegeta?!"
The noise from the little 'argument' brought Chi Chi back to full conciousness.
Chi Chi slowly sat up, eyeing the three around her.
"Why are all you here?"
Bulma was trying her best to hold in the tears she felt.
"We-we wanted to..."
The woman cut herself off.
"Wanted to what?"
Vegeta decided to answer, since it didn't look like Bulma was going to.
"For Kami's sake! The woman wanted to take Gohan's body, to put it in a coffin!"
Chi Chi blinked.
"Oh..."
Bulma glared at her husband.
"I can take it from here, Mr. Sensitive!"
The Saiyan 'hmphed'.
"Uh, guys, can I talk to Chi Chi alone?"
Piccolo nodded, opening the door and walking out.
Vegeta was right behind the Namek.
Chi Chi stood up, her dress covered in blood stains.
"What did you want to talk to me about, Bulma?"
The genious sighed.
"How are you coping with all of this?"
"Okay, I guess."
"Are you sure?"
Chi Chi nodded.
Bulma took in a deep breath, tears welling in her eyes.
"Are you going to have a funeral for Gohan?"
"I never really thought about it, i guess so."
"Well if you want, I could organize it, so you don't have to."
A faint smile crossed the wife of Goku's face.
"Thanks..."
"No problem, and about the body, want me to take it?"
Chi Chi's eyes looked over at her son, before returning to Bulma.
"I guess."
"Is tomorrow a good day to have the funeral, or is that too soon?"
"It's okay..."
The two women talked for alittle while more, Bulma making sure her friend was alright.
"I guess I better be going now. I'm sure you want some time alone."
Bulma opened the door and called for her husband.
Vegeta entered the house and Bulma threw down the capsule coffin.
Piccolo walked into the house just in time to get one last look at his student.
"Goodbye kid..."
Vegeta placed the young demi's body in the container.
The woman re-capsulized the coffin and said her final goodbye to Chi Chi.
The trio left the small mountain home.
Bulma told the Namek about the plans for tomorrow, before Piccolo took to the sky.
Vegeta and Bulma went to the jet and flew off towards Capsule Corp.
Once the Briefs' got home Bulma immediatly began to phone the others and let them know about the funeral.
After flying around until the sky was pitch black Piccolo finally landed in a small forest below him.
Another attempt to meditate was made, but he just couldn't clear his mind.
"I might as well train then..."
The training went okay for alittle while, but he stopped shortly after, not being able to focus.
Piccolo sighed and looked up at the blanket of stars the hung in the sky.
"Why can't I get my mind of it?"
Chi Chi sat on a kitchen chair, looking at the small pool of semi-dried blood on the floor.
Besides the odd dripping of the faucet, the house was dead silent.
"Gosh, it's so quiet with nobody here...not to mention lonely."
A small sob escaped the woman.
"It was never lonely with Gohan around, even if Goku wasn't, but now Gohan's gone and it's all my fault. I killed my own son..."
It hadn't taken long, but Bulma was finished contacting the Z-fighters.
They had all agreed to meet in the morning at Mount Paozu.
The night rolled on and Chi Chi hadn't even left her seat, her mind wracked with guilt and pain.
A fresh set of tears slid down the woman's face and onto her dress, to add with the blood.
Chi Chi opened her hand and revealed the razor that had taken her son's life.
The small amount of Gohan's blood stained mother's hand.
Wiping to red substance off, Chi Chi couldn't help but feel like a murderer, wiping off the blood of a victim.
And to her it was true, even though she hadn't actually done it herself, Chi Chi was the cause.
"If the victim died, then why should the killer live?"
To Be Continued...
Even though Piccolo had seen alot of deaths, Gohan's was the most upsetting, by far.
Desperate to get his mind off these events the Namek decided to once again try meditating.
Bulma re-capsulized the coffin, putting it in her pocket.
"I think I'm going to head over to Chi Chi's, to see how she's coping."
A low snort came from Vegeta.
"Didn't the Namek tell you to give the woman some time?"
The genious turned to her husband.
"Well, I was gonna wait and go over in the morning, but being with her sons dead body all night can't be good for her."
"When are you leaving?"
"We're leaving as soon as I'm ready."
"What do you me 'we', woman?!" Vegeta demanded.
"You're coming with me."
"Why?!"
Bulma sighed.
"I can't put Gohan's body in the coffin by myself."
"Fine, woman!"
A dead silence had spread across the Kame house ever since Piccolo left.
The only noise came from the television, which nobody was even watching.
Krillin's tear had mostly stopped, except for the odd sob.
Master Roshi sat on the couch, staring off into nothing.
The mood didn't just stay with the humans, even Turtle seemed affected.
Bulma stood at her front door, waiting.
"Come on, Vegeta!"
The Saiyajin no Ouji just 'hmphed' and followed.
The jet, being flown by Bulma, had finally reached Mount Paozu, and it was approaching the Son home.
Piccolo let out a sigh of frustration.
The Namek had finally slipped into meditation, but was brought back from hearing the jet.
"So much for forgetting..."
The jet landed a few yards from the house and Vegeta and Bulma exited.
The woman was the first one to notice the Namek.
"Piccolo, what are you still doing here?"
"I was trying to meditate."
Piccolo stood up and faced the couple.
"Why are you two here?"
Bulma grabbed the capsule from her pocket.
"We came here to get Gohan's body until he has a funeral, rather than leaving him here with Chi Chi."
With that Bulma headed to the home, Vegeta not too far behind.
Piccolo, not being able to meditate joined them.
After knocking and not getting a response Bulma finally tried the handle.
The genious' eyes watered as she saw Chi Chi still sleeping, holding Gohan.
"Oh Gohan, Chi Chi..."
Piccolo, the last to enter, closed the door behind him.
The sound of the door made the mother stir.
Bulma watched the sight with pity.
"I feel so bad for Chi Chi, she's been through alot."
Vegeta took a step closer to the body.
"Well there's nothing we can do about that!"
"Don't you have any compassion, Vegeta?!"
The noise from the little 'argument' brought Chi Chi back to full conciousness.
Chi Chi slowly sat up, eyeing the three around her.
"Why are all you here?"
Bulma was trying her best to hold in the tears she felt.
"We-we wanted to..."
The woman cut herself off.
"Wanted to what?"
Vegeta decided to answer, since it didn't look like Bulma was going to.
"For Kami's sake! The woman wanted to take Gohan's body, to put it in a coffin!"
Chi Chi blinked.
"Oh..."
Bulma glared at her husband.
"I can take it from here, Mr. Sensitive!"
The Saiyan 'hmphed'.
"Uh, guys, can I talk to Chi Chi alone?"
Piccolo nodded, opening the door and walking out.
Vegeta was right behind the Namek.
Chi Chi stood up, her dress covered in blood stains.
"What did you want to talk to me about, Bulma?"
The genious sighed.
"How are you coping with all of this?"
"Okay, I guess."
"Are you sure?"
Chi Chi nodded.
Bulma took in a deep breath, tears welling in her eyes.
"Are you going to have a funeral for Gohan?"
"I never really thought about it, i guess so."
"Well if you want, I could organize it, so you don't have to."
A faint smile crossed the wife of Goku's face.
"Thanks..."
"No problem, and about the body, want me to take it?"
Chi Chi's eyes looked over at her son, before returning to Bulma.
"I guess."
"Is tomorrow a good day to have the funeral, or is that too soon?"
"It's okay..."
The two women talked for alittle while more, Bulma making sure her friend was alright.
"I guess I better be going now. I'm sure you want some time alone."
Bulma opened the door and called for her husband.
Vegeta entered the house and Bulma threw down the capsule coffin.
Piccolo walked into the house just in time to get one last look at his student.
"Goodbye kid..."
Vegeta placed the young demi's body in the container.
The woman re-capsulized the coffin and said her final goodbye to Chi Chi.
The trio left the small mountain home.
Bulma told the Namek about the plans for tomorrow, before Piccolo took to the sky.
Vegeta and Bulma went to the jet and flew off towards Capsule Corp.
Once the Briefs' got home Bulma immediatly began to phone the others and let them know about the funeral.
After flying around until the sky was pitch black Piccolo finally landed in a small forest below him.
Another attempt to meditate was made, but he just couldn't clear his mind.
"I might as well train then..."
The training went okay for alittle while, but he stopped shortly after, not being able to focus.
Piccolo sighed and looked up at the blanket of stars the hung in the sky.
"Why can't I get my mind of it?"
Chi Chi sat on a kitchen chair, looking at the small pool of semi-dried blood on the floor.
Besides the odd dripping of the faucet, the house was dead silent.
"Gosh, it's so quiet with nobody here...not to mention lonely."
A small sob escaped the woman.
"It was never lonely with Gohan around, even if Goku wasn't, but now Gohan's gone and it's all my fault. I killed my own son..."
It hadn't taken long, but Bulma was finished contacting the Z-fighters.
They had all agreed to meet in the morning at Mount Paozu.
The night rolled on and Chi Chi hadn't even left her seat, her mind wracked with guilt and pain.
A fresh set of tears slid down the woman's face and onto her dress, to add with the blood.
Chi Chi opened her hand and revealed the razor that had taken her son's life.
The small amount of Gohan's blood stained mother's hand.
Wiping to red substance off, Chi Chi couldn't help but feel like a murderer, wiping off the blood of a victim.
And to her it was true, even though she hadn't actually done it herself, Chi Chi was the cause.
"If the victim died, then why should the killer live?"
To Be Continued...