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Dragonball: Unforgotten
Chapter One Hundred and Fifteen

Despite the fact that it was later than normal, the sun shone brilliantly in the sky as Gohan got home. It was practically summer after all and the days had gotten long. Gohan landed just a couple of yards away from his house. He let out a deep and resigned breath as he grabbed the strap to his shoulder bag.

He knew the moment that he got near the door his mother was going to figuratively kill him. This time he might even deserve her tongue lashing. He had gotten detention for being so late to class after lunch. Which was your fault but not entirely; Gohan should have known you’d do something to entertain yourself. It was in your nature to want to laugh. This time it had been at his expense. And if he had tried to explain why he was late it would have only made the situation with his teacher worse just like it would at home. Which was why he resigned himself to take whatever verbal lashings his mom had for him; she already didn’t like you enough as it was, he didn’t need to make her like you any less.

“And just where have you been?” Chichi did not disappoint as she stood at the door with that angry, parental look on her face just a moment later.

“At school,” Gohan answered.

“Oh really?” She prompted. “School let out a while ago Gohan.”

“...I got detention,” he murmured quietly.

Somehow he had expected her to have gone off in a tangent about that. His mom was angry but at the same time she wasn’t even yelling yet. It was like the anger was being bottled up and put under pressure. It seemed more dangerous to him.

“For what?”

She seemed to be trying to lead him to an answer. Did she already know? Did the school call her or something? Gohan swallowed visibly.

“I came back late after lunch. I spent too long eating and lost track of time,” even if it was the truth, Gohan said it with such a nervous air that it looked like he was trying to lie.

Chichi shifted her stance. The contents under pressure continued to build up to dangerous levels.

“Spent too much time eating?” She echoed as her voice started to raise. “I know where you were Gohan! You were with that Saiyan whore!”

Gohan flinched at the tone that his mother had used. “Mom please don’t call her that.”

“I will call her whatever I like, young man! I call it as I see it! She’s a tramp! A whore! A no good slut! She’s been trying to rip this family apart! She seduced your father away from our family! And on top of that she used that gaping hole between her thighs to lure you away too!”

Gohan couldn’t believe the type of filth that was coming out of his mother’s mouth. It was so shocking that he couldn’t help but stand and stare. The worst part of it was that they had a version of this conversation before. Last time had been the morning after the dance, before you and he had gone to Namek. He had thought he explained everything to his mother then. Somehow Chichi seemed to have forgotten everything he told her about you. Instead she focused only on her version of the truth; the one that painted you in a very bad light.

“I told you once that I wasn’t going to be so lax! I might not be able to do much but I will do whatever I can to protect you from that vicious whore! You’re not allowed to see her again! Do you understand me?! YOU'RE GROUNDED GOHAN!”

Gohan was deathly quiet at her announcement. His hand fell from the strap of his bag as he stared at his mother. No matter what he told her she just didn’t listen. And normally he would try to do whatever she said; he respected his mother’s wishes like a good boy. What she was doing and saying now, however, went beyond what he felt like he could do. Still he gave her the respect of keeping his mouth shut unlike last time.

Chichi moved aside as Gohan started into the house. Her chest heaved as a sense of victory raced through her. Finally someone was listening! Unfortunately for her she was about to find out how little her perceived authority extended.

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“Aw man,” Goku said to himself as he looked around the room despite the fact that it was getting dark.

After looking around on Nimbus for hours, Goku hadn’t made any progress on finding you. So even though he was still having difficulties with his energy, he tried to use the instant transmission technique as he imagined what your energy felt like. And of course he had hoped for the best result. The truth was that he was definitely not where he wanted to be.

The place felt familiar though. Goku let out a tired huff as he sat on the ground with his arms crossed. He had a lot of thinking to do now. He knew that you were living in the spaceship which he’d come back from Namek on. Goku also knew that you couldn’t put that in a city because you didn’t have the money to pay for any land. Despite the fact that he told you that you could live on the mountain his grandpa left him, you weren’t there either. So that only left...most of the world.

Maybe he could get one of his friends to help! Vegeta probably wouldn’t; the proud saiyan would probably get even grumpier if he asked. But that still left dc a lot of people like Krillin, Piccolo, Yamcha, Tien and Chiaotzu! He wasn’t sure where Tien and Chiaotzu were without sensing them though. Plus they wouldn’t know your energy signature. Krillin was with Master Roshi on his island no doubt but Goku wasn’t sure if he knew your energy well enough to track you either. Nor did he know where Piccolo or Yamcha were. Maybe Bulma knew where Yamcha was!

Goku stood up with a new purpose. He needed to get back on Nimbus, figure out where he was, and then go to Bulma’s house.

The lights turning on in the previously dark room made Goku freeze in his spot. He stared wide eyed as a lady walked out of a connected bathroom, toweling out her hair. When he realized who it was, Goku’s eyes widened even more.

“Bulma?!”

Wasn’t that lucky?

Bulma froze in her spot for all of one second. Then she let out a mighty yell of surprise about a “pervert!” As she threw her towel at his face in her indignation. Goku held his hands up in innocent defense as the main door to the bedroom was practically kicked down by Vegeta.

“Kakarot?!”

“Hi Vegeta!” Goku greeted the other Saiyan as he handed Bulma back the towel she had thrown at him.

“What are you doing here?” Vegeta snapped.

“Why are you in my room pervert?!” Bulma snapped with even more emotion.

“I was trying to find Bella!” He defended himself.

“In my room while I’m naked?!” Bulma continued to snap at him. “Goku!”

For the life of him, Goku couldn’t understand why she was so angry. He knew that most people got mad at others when they walked in on them naked by now. Or, at least, he understood the feelings that Vegeta could have been experiencing. But he didn’t understand why Bulma was so mad. She used to go around showing everyone her girl parts all the time when they were kids. He’d seen her plenty of times before. Besides it wasn’t like he wanted to see her naked; she had to know that!

But maybe she didn’t…

“I didn’t mean to come here! It just happened! It’s not like I wanted to see your saggy boobies!” He defended himself as best he could.

They had changed a lot since she was younger, that much was true. When Bulma was younger they looked a little more like yours but now they didn’t. They were bigger than all those years ago; and gravity had affected them to a far greater extent than yours. At least x10 of a higher effect. With your body being naturally suited for a far higher gravity it was unlikely that yours would ever be affected as much as Bulma and Chichi’s had been even after they got bigger when you finally gave birth to his daughter.

“Excuse me?!” Bulma snapped in indignation as Vegeta just glared at him.

For her own piece of mind, Bulma held the towel to the front of her body so that all of the essential parts were blocked from view. Her face was colored with anger, embarrassment, and perhaps a bit of shame. Goku had always been younger than her, sure, but he barely looked like he was in his late twenties now while she was almost 40. It wasn’t fair! Even her own husband looked a decade younger than her and he’d been alive the whole time unlike Goku!

“Get out of here!” Vegeta said in an angry voice.

“Okay!” Goku agreed in an innocent time as he started to the door. He stopped and looked back at it as he frowned. “Hey Vegeta, can you tell me where Bella is? I still can’t sense anyone!”

“She’s a thousand miles that way, idiot,” Vegeta said as he pointed in the right direction.

Goku smiled at Vegeta even as he walked out of the bedroom door with a simple: “Thanks, buddy!”
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