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Dragonball: Unforgotten
Chapter Twenty-nine
"Huh, Gohan, where's your lunch?" Erasa asked.
Her voice caught your attention as you looked to the half-saiyan teenager. It was odd to see him miss an opportunity to chow down. From what you'd come to understand it was like a biological imperative for saiyans to gorge themselves. Even when you were sick, right up till the end, you'd eaten twice what a normal human generally would. And that was probably because your stomach at the time had been replaced with a human one. Now that you were all back up to speed it was pretty easy to get three to four times without really having to worry. No matter what you ate it seemed difficult to gain a pound; you probably just weren't eating enough to do that. Either way you remembered Goku eating about what you ate now, if not more. It might have been coincidence but it didn't feel like it, not after your appetite had increased so much from already such a large scale.
Gohan laughed nervously, "I didn't bring it."
"You didn't bring one yesterday," Videl pointed out from beside him. "Is something going on at home?"
Wow, she jumped to conclusions pretty quickly. But at the same time you did want to know the answer to that. Did Chichi not want to make that much food? Also you noted how easy it was to get angry just after thinking about the woman who was at the center to one of your biggest messes. Much too easy.
"Huh, what do you mean?" the teenage boy asked with honesty.
"I mean isn't your mom or dad feeding you?" Videl probed again.
"Hey, lay off the kid Videl. He's probably just trying not to get fat. Not everyone can work it out at the gym like I do," Sharpner said.
You watched as he leaned back in his seat and winked up at you, his arms behind his head. He was paying far too much attention to where your attention was. He did have a point though. Sharpner did spend a lot of time at the gym and it showed. Even though you knew for a fact that Goku and Gohan were stronger than the blond haired human, based on eyesight Sharpner did look like the stronger one. Eyes just happened to be quite the deceiving little organ. And you should know you were on your third pair. Literally - you'd the ones you were born with harvested only to be replaced human eyes in your head for a while and then a few years ago your adopted parents grew you a new set so that now you had saiyan ones again.
"No, nothing like that!" Gohan defended his mother. "I just keep...uh...forgetting to bring it. You know I have to leave really early in the morning! So I just...forget to bring it?"
See, if he'd said it with more confidence it might not have seemed like such a lame excuse. As it was, because of his innocent and honest nature, it seemed like a flimsy cover up. Either way you stood up and walked down the one or two stairs until you were at Gohan's raised desk.
"Are you coming?" you asked casually.
"Uh…"
"Did you forget we were going to go get lunch since you forgot yours this morning?" You gave him a pointed look, spiking your energy slightly to hopefully alert his senses.
You weren't that great of a liar yourself. You just hoped that he didn't try to push it or make you mess up. But after a bit of blank staring, Gohan finally got it. You watched as the realization lit up his face. He nodded, scrambling to get up from his seat. And as everyone else got ready to go to the cafeteria, you led him up the rooftop.
"Thanks for that," Gohan said once the roof's door was open. "I wasn't sure that to do."
"So seriously, why didn't you bring lunch?" you asked him.
"Well you, I eat a lot. Mom says Dad and I eat way more than anyone else she's ever met. Even Goten eats more than a kid his age should."
Okay, so far it was confirming your theory that saiyans just ate and ate.
"So if I brought enough to actually fill me up, I wouldn't have anywhere to put it. And I don't want people to think I'm weird. I want to fit in."
He said that so earnestly that you felt a bit bad for him. While you didn't necessarily care about what people thought of how much you ate, you did have an easier time than he did. Your apartment was in the city and you could get there in a blink of an eye. That way you had enough time to eat and get back without anyone ever being the wiser. Gohan, however, had to fly from about 500 miles away. Even with how much faster flying was than walking that still took time. He'd waste all his lunch time on a way way commute trip.
You held out your hand to the larger man and waited for him to take it. Gohan looked at you nervously but then reached for his hand. You saw a sprinkle of a blush over his cheeks so you decided to tell him what you were doing. Though...it was kind of cute.
"I'm just going to take you to get at least something to eat," you told him. "Hunger affects the brain right? How can you be your best if your hungry."
Gohan blinked; as though he hadn't thought about that. Which was silly because his test scores said that he should be way smarter than you. Without giving that any more thought, you focused on moving to your apartment and appeared there. There really wasn't too much to see. There was a bathroom near the opening of the apartment, a kitchen with an island that functioned as your table. And beyond that was the open space that you used as your bedroom. You and he had landed somewhere between your eating area and your sleeping area.
You moved over to the fridge and started to pull out any and all leftovers or things you prepared for your own lunch today. By the time you were done you had the moderate sized island filled with food. It wasn't piled or anything but you cleaned out your fridge of all the stand-alone edible things to accommodate another large appetite.
"Go ahead, sit down. I know you want to eat," you said.
You only had the one chair on the other side of the island. Which was why you were standing in the middle of the kitchen, starting to eat. Most of what you had was finger foods, or rather that's how you treated it. Mostly because you honestly hated cleaning utensils. You would if you had to but you liked to avoid it whenever possible.
"Just keep in mind that I've only had a few years to learn to cook. So it's probably not the best."
But it was better than nothing and you knew that. Without waiting to talk to him any more you started picking off the plates laid out before you and Gohan. You were hungry yourself and you planned to eat enough to fill you up till dinner. More or less.
"You're the best," Gohan beamed in appreciation.
That hit you right in the heart. You stopped eating as you stared at him. Which you really should not have done. He looked so happy and innocent chowing down that it really did remind you of the boy that you married in all the good ways. His body language as he ate was so similar that it just hurt to watch. You looked down at the island counter and tried to count backwards from ten in your head.
It would pass. You would get over it. You would get over him.
Or so you kept telling yourself. But really you had a feeling that staying near Gohan was just another way to torture yourself. You told yourself that you'd stop but even as you made that vow you knew you'd probably never uphold it. That wasn't the kind of person that you were. Instead you tried to focus solely on the food in front of you. Which is exactly what Gohan was doing. He didn't seem to care about your lack of finesse in the kitchen. He just appreciated having food in his belly.
Once the meal was done you tossed all of the containers and dished into your sink. You'd have to do those later because you honestly didn't have enough time during your lunch break. Neither did Gohan. Though at least he could leave and get back to school if you did decide to do them. You lived in the city unlike him.
"That was good, thanks," Gohan said with a hand over his stomach.
You watched as he leaned back on the chair with a look of simple happiness on his face. And even though you could eat quite the amount yourself it was still amazing to see in another person. Seriously, where did the food all go? You couldn't see an inch expanded on Gohan or anything. It was like his (and your) stomach had a dimensional gate built inside just to distribute copious amounts of food.
"No problem," you said calmly as you wrinced your hands. "But you seriously need to consider bringing lunch. At least a good sized snack."
"Yeah, I'll think about it. It's just the problem is that I don't want to scare people you know? Or make them think I'm weird."
"That ship has sailed," you smiled at him teasingly. "You've got the highest test scores in the history of the school, you jumped two stories into the air, and your head broke a baseball."
"...when you put it that way," Gohan mumbled as he slowly crossed his arms. "Aw, what am I going to do? I just wanted to try and have a normal high school experience."
"Normal is subjective Gohan. What's normal for you won't be normal for others. You need to accept that and know that it's not a bad thing," you advised him. "But if you want you can keep your lunch here and we'll just come back to eat everytime the bell rings."
"Won't that be a hassle for you?"
"Nope, I come back every lunch to eat. It's easier than carting around four or five burger meals," you told him honestly.
Gohan laughed as his imagined the look on the other teenagers' faces seeing a girl like you eat at least 10 thousand calories for lunch. You had to admit - it was a nice laugh. The sound of it made you smile at how authentic it sounded. You liked that. After being lied to so much it was nice to see some honest reactions.
"That'd be great, thanks. I'm sure mom would be happier knowing that I was taking my lunch to school too."
Aaand there went your happy mood. You tried to keep up a smile but it was just easier to turn around and pretend you had something you needed to tidy up in the kitchen.
"So I guess I'll just leave a bit earlier every morning so I can drop my lunch off here. Then we can walk to school together, right?"
"Yeah; that should work," you mumbled.
"...is something wrong?"
He was quicker on the uptake than Goku. You'd have to be careful with that.
"No, no, sorry. Like I said - messy life, lots on my mind. Are you ready to get back to school?"
"Yeah. Seriously, thanks again. That hit the spot."
"You're welcome," you said as you turned around. You walked around the counter and offered him your hand once more. "Come on wonder boy. Don't want to be late for class."
And he took your hand with a bemused expression on his face. When your hand tightened against his you realized that you missed that - simple contact. Trust. As long as you could figure out how to avoid getting tangled up in even more mess maybe helping Gohan fit into a normal High School routine wouldn't be so bad.
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