Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Drabbles ❯ Drabbles 6 ( Chapter 6 )

Forgotten Remembrance

 

The sky never failed to capture his attention. Even without the once-constant moon, it was still so bright. Pinpricks of light never stopped shining, watching. He supposed he should have been happy. Happy that no one seemed to notice it was gone. Happy that he-and other humans-could still see at night. Happy that he'd never had to go through the havoc and upheaval that the destruction caused. Happy that something cared-or why else let those stars be seen?

And yet, he wasn't. He missed it; the one item that never seemed to change in the world. The item that brought out madness, lovers, babies, and giant monkeys without ever do anything purposely. Just watching, calm and serene, reflecting whatever emotions would be running rampant at the time. And it was forgotten! As if it never existed, never mattered. A wish somewhere, perhaps? Or maybe it only shows how truly abhorrent, shallow, hate-filled and suicidal we humans can be.

“You could always wish it back. And word it so that it would always come back.” His wife doesn't ask why he's out here.

“I could. But what would the point be? No one even remembers it anymore.”

“It'd make you happy.”

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“Proposal”

 

Here was thinking spot. The spot where everything exciting in his life started. Where his Mother thought he'd rush off to train. Sometimes he did. But, mostly, when he came here, it wasn't to train. It was so clear-and so jumbled-in his mind, that even now, he wasn't really sure it was over. Falling to the ground, Gohan stared at the small mound of earth, the only evidence left after his uncle's coming. Besides Vegeta, anyway.

Here, he'd learnt that he was half-alien and while that shock he could live with-he'd always half expected it-he didn't expect it to be because of his father! Here, was also the first time he'd tasted his own power. Here, he first learned just how out-of-place a five year old boy can be; a habit that Gohan never truly broke out of at all. It all came back to here, to this place, to his uncle's actions, which he didn't know if he wanted to forget, or thank.

Videl…you don't know everything about me. You may think I'm an open book…but my heritage, my past, my power…I can't deny it. When you learn the truth, Videl, will you still want me to marry you?