Adult-FanFiction.org : Gundam, Beyblade, DBZ, FMA

Crossroads	By : AnNiE4 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1963 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ nor am I making any profit from writing this.

Chapter List
- 6
- 7
"Crossroads"

Chapter
7

They
parted ways promising to catch up soon. He loved them dearly and appreciated everything they did for him.
Even so, after going their separate ways he couldn�t stop over analysing
things.

Everything,
it seemed, was pissing him off of late. Not only was his mood quick to darken, he added to all the stress he
was under by feeling weighed down over everything.

A flash
of lightening cast an eerie glow
on the area. Not keen to go back to the house just yet, Gohan sat on one
of the three swings in the vacated park. The miserable weather had kept normal
people away.

The
weather fitted his mood. He reflected
back how his life had changed from being under the protective loving wing of
his mother to the abusive hand of his father he now lived with. How they had
moved from one town to the next since her death. They had never been in one
place for too long. Heyfield had to be the longest they had stayed at one
place. He put that down to his father trying to find full time work and a
friend that would tolerate him. Gohan was thankful he was getting tired of
their gypsy existence. His father always owning money to the
wrong crowd and forever hiding out from them.

Now his
life was changing in ways that baffled him. His body was changing along with it
in a way that he couldn�t understand and couldn�t explain. Waking up with
nightmares was bad enough, but just recently he was experiencing weird things.
There were times when his skin felt like it was on fire, blistering. It wasn�t
uncommon for him to break out in a fever that left his body racking with
tremors day or night. It would only take seconds for
his hair to be drenched in perspiration. He literally felt as if his
body was dehydrating, craving and
calling for something. It was bizarre. It was like his internal thermostat had
been turned all the way up and was out of control.

This was
quickly followed by a heightened arousal where his skin itched and ached until
he could release some of the tension. Gohan was too embarrassed to find out if
this was a normal teenage guy thing, but something deep down was telling it
wasn't.

He pushed
the disturbing thoughts away and finished his joint. In the end he decided to
work on the old Chev. He stamped out the butt of his
joint feeling lighter once again.

Once home
he rushed up stairs and quickly stripped to change into something that wouldn't
be a big problem if it got covered in grease. He grabbed
an old pair of torn jeans and a singlet.

Gohan
drained the oil and replaced it. The sun was beginning to peek as the clouds
slowly dissipated until they were all but gone by lunchtime. Half way through
the job someone kicked his shoes. He glanced over to see familiar sneakers in
front of the truck.

"I
thought you be off to the movies?" Gohan said matter-of-factly as he
tightened the filter and making sure it was seated before wiping his itchy
nose.

"That's
not until tonight." Sharpener stated plonking himself down watching his
friend at work. "I heard you ditched Stephanie."

Lying on
his back Gohan frowned while working on. "I left early."

"So
you're going to come tonight?"

He sighed
in frustration. "Are you asking me or are YOU ordering me?"
Gohan growled getting sick of the conversation.

"Come
OFF it man. Stop playing. Come with us tonight. We'll all have fun.
You'll see, and you don't have to drive. Mum is letting me use her car
tonight." Sharpener pleaded
and becoming frustrated himself. Angie had been on the phone all morning
reporting on Stephanie's emotional state and for some reason it was his fault.
Since Gohan was his friend he was told to fix it if he wanted a date with her.

Sharpener
just needed some slack from his friend just so he could get it good with his
girl. They hadn't even gotten to first base and his patience was running out.

Hearing the desperation in his
friend�s voice Gohan climbed out from under the truck holding the wrench and
greasy rag. He met his friend's pleading eyes and returned an aggravated glare
and tossed the rag down. "Fine whatever... What time?"

Unamused
he watched a smile explode onto his friend face, Sharpener jumped to his feet.
"I'll pick you up at seven."

Gohan
nodded, "I'll be ready." he
said wiping his hands unenthusiastically.

Sharpener
fisted him in the arm. "I owe you big for this." He said before
heading over to the car to give Angie the good news to pass on to Stephanie.

"I
know." Gohan smirked before climbing back under the truck as he heard his
friend take off at speeds not meant for tight streets such as these. If his
mother only knew, Gohan thought chuckling to himself before getting back to
work.

By the
time he climbed out from under the truck and cleaned up it was going on two
thirty. He still hadn't put the second wash in. Gohan climbed down the stairs
to the basement carrying the full clothes hamper from the upstairs bathroom. He
was searching through the pockets before putting them in the washing machine
when he came across a pair of jeans. He pulled out a leaflet he had all but
forgotten and leaned back against the washing machine and his eyes went to the
number. The likeness between his mother and this woman was uncanny. He took the
leaflet and rushed back upstairs to his room. Once upstairs he searched for his
old bedtime book that his mother used to read to him when he was real young, a
keepsake of times now long gone.

From one
of the pages he pulled out a photo of his mother holding him on her knee. Gohan
looked about three years old. Chichi was laughing as she tickled him while he
tried squirm away. It was taken by one of their neighbours when they lived in a
small town far from Heyfield. This was at a time when life was good. Gohan
smiled as he ran his finger loving over her face. Then his attention turned to
her wrist.

There was
the same bangle, the same likeness. It had to be the same. Gohan didn't know
much about his mother's past. Not even her maiden name. Maybe this was her
folks looking for her maybe she had eloped with his dad for whatever reason.
Another theory was she found out she was pregnant and thought her family would disapprove
and left. Thinking about it Gohan would�ve disapproved too.

He
wondered if he should ring them at all, just to give them the bad news. The
news that their child had died in a tragic accident, one for which he was to blame.
Frowning, he tried to block the unwanted memories of that night.

Gohan collapsed back onto his
bed, crumpling the piece of paper before rolling it up into a tiny ball where
he tossed it into the bin under his desk. On second thought� he got up and retrieved
it. Gohan didn't have to tell them who he was or anything. Just give them the
information so they didn't have to go on wondering about her. Maybe that's what
she would have wanted?

Gohan
would have done anything for his mother. Nothing had changed there. If
anything, he would move mountains for her now. Instead he was left with the
guilt of her death. If by doing this,
he might be able to help others that might have loved her like he did. That
thought settled it. Gohan trotted back down the stairs again to ring the number
on the leaflet. He had nothing to lose. The only question was how he was going
to word it. He tried to rehearse what he was going to say as he dialled.

It
wouldn't surprise him if they had moved, given that it had been years since the
leaflet had been placed in the window. The old man back at the service station
probably never cleaned his windows Gohan thought as he waited, tapping on the
phone impatiently desperate to get this over with. He briefly wondered what
they were like. It was only then that
it clicked with him.
These people were his grandparents but he had no time to analyse it.

"You
have reached the Briefs residence please leave a-"

Gohan was
taken aback by the young male voice on the answering machine. It was a sexy
husky voice. It unsettled him and sent sparks through him that he couldn't
understand. He moved the receiver away from his mouth not knowing what to do or
say when he heard someone pick up the line and an impatient voice boomed.
"Who's this?" the voice demanded.

Gohan
dropped the phone on the cradle and backed away, cursing himself for being
stupid.

"Just
do it!" He told himself dialling again but this time more
determined to get it over with.

Again he
waited but this time it was not as long. Gohan heard a lady voice this time.
"Hello Bulma speaking." It sounded faintly cross but he didn't
believe it was directed towards him.

"Hello?"
Gohan spoke timidly. He wondered how to go about this and wished he never
started it.

"Yes,
who is this?"

"Umm
�this might sound odd, but have you lived there a long time?"

Bulma
raised a perplexed brow. "I guess so, who is this?"

"Err�
well you don't know me, but I found this leaflet and it has your number on it.
It's about a Son Chichi..." Gohan said looking at his mother picture as he
spoke.

A loud
gasp could be heard as Bulma quickly covered her mouth with a shaky hand. She
turned to find Mirai Trunks entering the room and
stepping towards her with an openly concerned expression. "Mum?"

�She waved for him to be quiet and turned her
attention back to the phone. "Who is this?"

"Collins
and I just wanted to let you know that I knew Chichi. I'm afraid I don't know
how to break this to you, but she died a few years ago." Bulma, paled. She
turned to her son speechless. Her hands began to tremble more noticeably. Chichi was dead. After all this time she
shouldn't have been so surprised. That would be why Goku could never find her.

"Hello,
anyone there?" Gohan asked hesitantly. Mirai
Trunks was ready to take the phone off his mother but she refused. Whoever this
PUNK was he was going to get an earful for upsetting his mother.

"Sorry.
It-it just came as a shock. You're sure it�s
the same person?"

"Yes,
I have a photo of her wearing that same bangle that's in the leaflet. It was a
gold dragon and if I remember rightly it had these weird looking red eyes that
would glow in the dark."

"Yes�that's
right. They were fire rubies." Bulma smiled fondly remembering the bangle
that the OX king had given his daughter. She didn't need any real proof other
than that. Only someone that has seen the bangle would know about its ruby eyes
that glowed in the dark.

"Why
have you taken so long to ring?" Bulma asked hurt.

Hearing
the grief in her voice Gohan kicked himself. Maybe this was a bad idea after
all. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I just found this
leaflet the other day over at Rockdale and thought you would want to
know."

On
hearing how nervous the boy was Bulma composed herself. It was just then she
realised he sound young, quite young. "No-no� I'm glad you did. If you'd
give me your details I can forward a cheque-"

"No.
I-I didn't do it for money. I just thought you guys would want to know what
happened to your daughter."
Bulma burst into laughter. She wasn't that old. Gohan frowned and removed the
receiver from his ear. Now what did he do wrong?

"Hehe� honey.
Chichi wasn't my daughter." Mirai's curiosity
piqued. "I was a friend. I did the leaflet on behalf of her family."
She explained.

"Oh
sorry." Gohan
apologised feeling a little better,
if not a little foolish. At least he wasn't breaking the news to some frail old
women that might have had a heart attack. A light smile of relief tugged on his
lips.

Smiling
and curious Bulma asked. "So how did you know Chichi?"

Shrugging
his shoulders what the hell, she
sounds nice enough. "I'm Gohan, Chichi's son..."

"Sorry?"
Frowning not sure she heard right. "I don't think I heard correctly. Did
you just say�"

"Chichi
was my mother." Abruptly the
phone went dead. "Hello?"

Bulma's wide eyes turned to her son, mouth
ajar, speechless, when she realised she had dropped the phone killing the
connection. "HELL!" She cursed scrambling for the receiver.
"HELLO! Hello anyone THERE? Hello-hello� GOHAN!"

"Gohan?" Mirai asked
his calculating blue eyes alight with this turn in events. He raked his fingers
anxiously though his lavender locks. He was BORN? Mirai
Trunks never gave up on the idea that somehow somewhere he would find this
world's Gohan. So now there was a chance he does exist in this world after all.

Elsewhere
a frowning Gohan mumbled, "If that's how you feel." He hung up and took one last look at the photo of
his mother before screwing the leaflet up into a ball and tossing it into the
bin in the kitchen. He about turned and went back down the stairs towards the
basement to finish washing the clothes.

His mind
switched back to the upcoming events of tonight. Gohan wasn't looking forward
to it. The phone call was now but a distant memory as he went about his work,
but hundreds of miles away he had started a chain of events that would shake
his very foundations.

His very
life�

TBC

A/N: A BIG thanks to my
editor Vegeta-sire ;)

...So Mirai
Trunks knows and we have Juunanagou (android 17) at
the doorstep as Robby mother�s boyfriend. I wonder how the future warrior will
think about that? Who will get to Gohan first? Then
again Gohan has a crush on his teacher and you have Stephanie...

Things are definitely heating up
;)

Thanks for reading!
- 6
- 7
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Crossroads