Goku\'s Death

Goku’s Death
By Dragon Girl

Summary: Gohan’s power when to his head. He couldn’t stop Cell. Goku stepped in and gave his life to save the Earth. Or did he just condemn it.

“Talking”
‘Thinking’
Talking telepathically to another person
[Saiyajin language] I’m too lazy to make up a Saiyajin language
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Prologue
Something’s Wrong

Two weeks had passed since one of worlworld’s greatest heroes died. He gave his life to save his friends, family, the Earth as a whole. His name was Son Goku. All of his friends and family mourned his passing, even those who wouldn’t admit it, except for one person. His son, Son Gohan. He walked around with a smile on his face. No tears, no frowns, nothing. That is why the Z senshi have gathered.

*At Capsule Corp.*
All of the senshi except for Gohan were gathered in the Brief’s living room. Everyone kept their distance from Vegeta, Piccolo, Seventeen, and Eighteen. “Alright Namek what the hell is this all about? I could be training right now.” Vegeta glared at Piccolo from across the room. Trunks in his lap, to everyone’s surprise, began to growl at Piccolo, his tail thrashed behind him. Vegeta smirked at his son’s reaction.

Never taking his eyes off of Vegeta, Piccolo spoke. “I called everyone here because I am worried about Gohan. I have not seen him sad. Hell not once since the Cell Games have I seen him shed a tear. Has anyone seen Gohan sad at all since his father died?”

Everyone looked from one to another. All shook their heads. Krillin ran a hand thru his newly grown hair. “Piccolo what’s the big deal? I mean Gohan seemed to accept Goku’s decision to stay in Otherworld.”

“Because we all know how Gohan’s ki increases as his anger rises. If he is suppressing it, when it is released he could accidentally blow up the Earth.” Eighteen rested her hand on his shoulder. “None of us would be able to stop him.” Krillin’s eyes widened as he thought about what she said. “Shit, I never though about that.”

“SHIT!” Trunks clapped his hands and bounced on his father’s lap. “SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!” Vegeta laughed as Trunks continued to chant. Bulma glared at him. “You just had to teach him that didn’t you? Everyone Trunks’ first word is shit. From now on no one is to say that in his presents understood.” Trunks put his hands to his mouth and giggled as he was passed to his mother.

Piccolo shook his head. ‘Humans’ “We need to decide what to do about Gohan. Dende will help in anyway possible. So does anybody have anything in mind?” Everyone was quiet well except for Trunks who was giggling in his mother’s arms.

Bulma looked down at her son. ‘If this was Trunks what would I do?’ “The only thing I can think of is to talk to him.” She ran a hand thru her son’s lavender locks. Everyone nodded their head in agreement. It was the only option. “But who is going to do it?”

Seventeen was the first to speak. “I’m sure as hell not doing it. The kid would blast me the moment he laid eyes on me.” Eighteen hit him upside the head. “Shut-up you moron. Of course, you aren’t going to do it. You are the most insensitive person I know. It should be someone he is close too.” She gave him one last glare then turned away from him.

Piccolo cleared his throat. “She’s right. I’ll talk to him but I think Vegeta should come with me.” Vegeta stood up. “And why the hell should I go? The boy will deal with Kakarott’s death in his own way.” Piccolo walked in front of him, and looked down at the Saiyajin Prince. Thru clenched teeth. “I will talk to him whether you come or not. As much as I hate to admit it you are the only one who will actually be able to knock him out if things get out of hand.” Vegeta humped. “Fine, but the moment I’m not needed I’m getting the hell out of there.”

“HELL!” Bulma signed. “Why can’t your first words be ‘mama or dada’?
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Gohan sat at his desk tapping his pencil on his workbook. He couldn’t concentrate on his schoolwork. All he could think about was his mother. ‘Mom’s ki has been fluctuating wildly since dad died. I wish I knew what was going on. Maybe I should talk to her.’ Gohan got up and walked to the kitchen where she was cooking like usual.

Gohan watched her as she moved from one pot to another. ‘Well this is really boring.’ He cleared his throat to get her attention. “Hi sweetie. Why aren’t you studying?” Chichi had toned down the over baring mother routine since Goku had died. “Um… Mom, are you okay?”

Chichi blinked. ‘Where did this come from?’ “I’m fine Gohan. What is this all about?” She pulled two chairs out and motioned Gohan to sit. He sat down and became very interested in his hands. “Well lately your ki had been fluctuating and you smell different. Are you dieing?”

Chichi smiled down at her son. “No, I’m not dieing.” She kneeled in front of her son and rapped her arms around him. Gohan’s eyes widened. “You’re pregnant!” Chichi stiffened. “What?” He pointedher her stomach. “You have another ki inside your body.” Chichi put her hands on her stomach. “I’m pregnant.” Her words were barely a whisper. She fainted. Gohan caught her before she hit the floor. He carried her to her room. ‘With my luck the kid will look like dad.’

Gohan had just closed the bedroom door when he felt two high kis at the front door. ‘Piccolo and Vegeta. What are they doing here?’ He phased in font of the door and opened it before they could nock. “Hi Mr. Piccolo. Hi Vegeta. What brings you here?” Both looked passed him, wearily. “Oh don’t worry, mom passed out right before you showed up.”

Piccolo glared at Gohan. “We just found out that she is pregnant.” Vegeta snorted. “You seem to be taking this too well, boy.” Gohan walked outside and closed the door. “Well if you are so smart, you tell me how I am supposed to act. My father died because of me. Refused to be wished back and now I find out he knocked my mom up before he died.” Gohan’s ki was rising at an alarming rate.

Piccolo was the first to take action. “Gohan calm down. Everyone is just worried about you.” Gohan crossed his arms and leaned against the house. “Yah right. More like afraid I’ll snap and kill everyone. They should worry more about them selves.” Piccolo growled and rested his hand on Gohan’s shoulder. “Gohan you know you are reacting irrationally.”

Gohan glared at Vegeta. “Why are you here?” He glared back at him. “Damage control. I assume I am no longer needed.” Piccolo nodded his head. “I’m out of here.” Vegeta blasted off in the direction of Capsule Corp. “Gohan you know you can always talk to me.” Gohan signed. “I know. I just don’t want to bother you with my problems.” Piccolo smiled down at the young man. “You don’t bother me Gohan. From now on, you are to talk to me about your problems. Okay?” Gohan nodded. Piccolo flew off to his usual meditation spot. Gohan waved at him until he was out of view. ‘My problems are my own business.’
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*Nine month later*

To Gohan the past nine months had gone by in the blink of an eye. Soon after ‘the talk’, Piccolo gave him. They moved into Capsule Corp., the moment that Bulma found out Chichi was pregnant. Her exact words where, “You are moving in and that is final. You will not go thru this pregnancy with out the best of care and anyways I think it would do Gohan good to go to school.” That is exactly what happened. He was registered into Orange Star Junior High the next day.

Gohan was bored out of his mind. ‘This sucks. I wish I had something exciting to do’ He laid his head down and fell asleep as the teacher lectured the class about their last test scores. “I have done everything I can to help you and your scores have still not improved. Well that is except for Miss Satan and Mr. Son. You too should make an example of them. They both got perfect scores on the exam. Videl had run away from home for the second time, everyone knew people just didn’t say anything about it, and Gohan was sound asleep. The teacher’s eyes widened. “Mr. Son! Wake up this instant!”

Gohan lifted his head from the desk. “Wha..?” The teacher walked up to him. “How many times do I have to tell you not to be sleeping in class?”

Gohan gave Ms. Lyn the best puppy eyes he could. “Sorry Ms. Lyn I haven’t been able to get much sleep lately with my mom being pregnant and all.” The harsh look she was giving him melted away. No one could with stand the puppy eyes. “Well I want you to work on it okay.” Gohan inwardly smirked. “I’ll try.” He was about to go back to sleep when Vegeta popped into his head.

Gohan wake up!

What?! I was about to go to sleep.

Well I thought you might want to know that you mom just went into labor. I’ll be there in a few seconds to get you out of school.

Gohan could hear her footsteps as he came down the hall. Not botherin kno knock Vegeta opened the classroom door. The teacher stood up and walked in front of him. “Excuse me sir. What are you doing here?” Vegeta scowled at her. “I’m here to pick up the boy.” Ms. Lyn put her hands on her hips. “What could be so important to take a student out of class? Anyways which boy as you can see, there are many here.” The class laughed at her comment but quieted when Vegeta growled at them. “Gohan get your ass down here before your harpy mother pops that kid out.” The teacher put her hands to her mouth and squealed. “Mr. Son you may leave. And tell your mother congratulations.”
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The doctor took a deep breath. “Okay Mrs. Son push.” Chichi screamed as loud as she could. ‘Damn this kid has a big head.’ Gohan winced at his mom high pitched scream. “You’re doing good Mom.” The doctor glared at her. “You need to push again Mrs. Son.’ Chichi squeezed his hand harder, making him jump. She glared at doctor. “You try to push this kid out, you fucking bastard.” Gohan’s eyes widened at his mother’s words. “Gohan I better not hear you talk like that ever, understand?” He nodded his head.

The doctor cleared his throat. “One more push and you’re done.” Chichi gritted her teeth and pushed with all her strength. Her body felt like it was being torn apart. Gohan watched as the distance between his index finger and pinky became smaller. “Stop pushing Mrs. Son. Congratulations it’s a boy.” Chichi immediately let go of his hand.

The doctor held up the boy. He had hair that went in every different direction and a tail that was curled around the doctor’s wrist. “Goten. His name is Goten.” Chichi then passed out. “Don’t worry son. Your mother will be fine she’s just exhausted. Would you like to hold your little brother?” Gohan nodded his head. “Would it be alright if I let the others see him?” “Yes go ahead. I need to clean your mother up and then we will put her in a room to recuperate.”

The entire time Goten had not made a sound. Gohan looked down at him and frowned. “I knew you would look like father.” Goten cried as loud as he could. He did get a good feeling from the person who was holding him. He wanted to be held by someone else. Gohan slowly rocked him back and forth putting Goten to sleep.
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All the remaining Z senshi were gathered together in the waiting room. Oolong, Master Roshi and Yamcha were looking at hentai, while Tien, Chou-Tzu, and Piccolo meditated. Krillin was playing with Trunks, well more like Krillin trying to keep Trunks from destroying everything. Launch and Bulma where talking. Vegeta and 18 were at opposite ends of the room glaring at each other.

Bulma cringed as she glanced at Trunks and Krillin. Trunks had two big handfuls of Krillin’s hair and was pulling it as hard as he could. “Trunks come here sweetie.” Trunk’s eyes lit up. He let go of Krillin’s hair and ran to her. “Mama!” Bulma leaned down and whispered in his ear. “Ready go!” Trunks ran across the room directly towards his father, when he was a foot in front of him, he jump on to his chest. “Dada catch!” Vegeta was pushed against the wall behind him cracking it. “You’re evil woman.” Bulma just smiled at him. The door opened revealing Gohan holding a baby. “Hi, guys!”

Everyone gathered around to see the baby. “Doesn’t he look like dad? His name is Goten. Who wants to hold him.” Bulma smiled at Gohan. “I will.” Gohan handed over Goten. Bulma sat in a near by chair. Everyone gathered around her.

Piccolo walked next to Gohan and put his hand on Gohan’s shoulder. “You okay kid.” Gohan smiled up at Piccolo. “I’m perfect.” Piccolo walk towards Bulma to get a good look at Goten. Gohan smirked while everyone’s back is turned. ‘Everything is too perfect.’
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