Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Still Here ❯ Freundschaft ( Chapter 5 )

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            &nb sp;                         &nb sp;                       Still HereDisclaimers: Ho Hum. How should I put this? Dbz, how shall I own thee? Never! Never! Never! Verbal Tear Poetic enough for you?    Funny this is, I had a writer’s block this morning and tonight I was just completely inspired, for no reason at all to write in this story.   Congrats to Skadu who guessed what Falha meant. But I’ll give points to Sk8er-kitty888 for trying. She might have been right too- I’m not sure completely. But the translator program said Skadu’s guess was right. Falha means failure.

Unfortunately a thunderstorm has brewed over my house so I’ll have to get off for the time being. I’ll continue this author’s note and the story when I get back.

And I’m back, not as soon as I would have liked but I am. So now onward to the story.

::Last Time On Still Here::

“Stop missing me...”

“That what you wish cannot come to pass.”

“Gohan has never died before.”

“Some wounds cannot be healed when self inflicted.”   She looked like a Angel misinformed- on her way through hell.

“Gohan was Goku’s son.”   He was no longer Son of Goku. No longer a hero. No longer Gohan. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx   Chapter Five- Freundschaft

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“Don’t walk behind me; I may not lead. Don’t walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.”

-Albert Camus           &nbs p;            & nbsp;           &nbs p;            & nbsp; 

 

And he fell backwards into the soft bed of meadow grass. Its little green fingers got caught up in the boy’s fine dark hair- tickling him relentlessly. These were the constant friends of an only child living with a single parent.

Life should have been incredibly lonely for little Goten, but yet he grew up smoothly and rapidly. He never complained of being bored or alone. It seemed he accepted this world of forest and quiet as his own reclusive life.

He had lived this way, alone, for nearly five years now. No sign of depression or loneliness- and Chichi frequently checked. Goten was just as happy without a brother than he was with one.

But what Chichi didn’t know, and what all the other living beings didn’t know, was that Goten was not talking to or playing by himself. He had a very special friend. A friend that only he could see. His friend was named Ghost.

“Stop tickling me!!!” Goten squealing squirming back and forth through the green grass. “No fawrr!”

He rolled over on his belly taking in long deep breaths. The scent of soil and mother earth relaxed him, and gave him back the energy to grin up at his attacker.

Gohan, or Ghost as he was now known, sat beside him donning a similar grin. To Goten it was the exact same grin he wore- but to a more careful eye one could see a subtle bit of sadness hooked at the corners of his lips.

Goten pushed himself up weakly, and stuck out his pink tongue. Gohan merely laughed in response. He laughed. Gohan never laughed but Ghost, he laughed almost all the time.

Goten looked so much like his father it was almost maddening. The demi sayian had to remind himself everyday to forget. And everyday of this Goten became more of Goten and less of Goku... unless he smiled, cause then Gohan would have to start the process all over again.

“That’s what you get for teasing Icarus,” chuckled Gohan, tapping Goten’s nose all-knowingly.

Goten beamed. “He’s pink. It’s funny.”

“You’re pink too, aren’t you?”

“No! I am peach!” defended Goten firmly. “It vewy different.”

“Of course it is.”

Goten stuck up his nose. He did this whenever he could sense Gohan wasn’t being completely truthful. Goten could almost sense as much about Gohan as Gohan could about him. They were perfect- bonded souls. Gohan loved it this way. It made him glad sometimes- that he had died.

“Ghost,” Goten frowned suddenly, looking over to their house. Gohan waited but after that Goten went silent. He was watching his mother through the kitchen window. His eyes were filled with curiosity.

“Do you have a mommy, Ghost?”

Gohan frowned too, looking at the woman just beyond the glass.

“Nah. I lost her a long time ago, Goten.”

Goten looked up at his would-be brother with childlike sadness. “Why? Can’t you find her?”

Gohan watched as Chichi leaned over the sink admiring the flowers sunning in the window sill there. A single dark bang fell over her face and she brushed it back with the back of her hand. A rush of nostalgia hit the demi sayian.

“No. I can’t.”

“Well, you can share my mommy with me.” Goten stated proudly. “Mommy can be both our mommies.”

Goten tugged on Gohan’s leg, and spoke as loud as he could- but Gohan was no longer listening.

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“Goten! Goten-... Oh! There you are,” Chichi sighed as Goten timely opened the screen door. He looked up at his mother with his wide dark childish eyes- not looking much different from a much older man she once knew.

She immediately set herself to the height of her son- placing hands comfortably on her knobby knees.

“I have a surprise for you today, Goten-chan,” Chichi smiled sincerely.

“A birffday cake?” asked Goten hopefully, tipping his head to one side.

Chichi giggled, “Even better! I’ve got a friend for you to meet.”

“A fwend?” Goten repeated, completely baffled.

“Yes. A friend,” Chichi stroked her son’s hair affectionately. “Do you know what a friend is, Goten?”

He shook his head roughly making Chichi smile all the more.

“A friend is someone that you like very much and enjoy playing with. Do you understand, Goten?”

“Oh. Yesh. I already met fwend then.” smiledGoten mysteriously.

“You have?”

“Yesh. Ghost. He’s my fwend.”

“Oh, honey,” Chichi sighed, knowing all too well about Ghost. “Ghost is an imaginary friend, sweetheart. He’s not-“

“Means he’s special, wight?”

Chichi let off another sigh and just gave up. Best let him be five. “Right, sweetie. Ghost is special.”

Just then the roar of a helicopter’s blades ripping the air, cut the quiet of their home. Goten ducked behind his mother’s legs in fear- not knowing that in a few minutes he would meet someone who would soon be his very first living friend.

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A blue haired woman came out of the screaming machine first, followed then by a lavender topped boy who appeared nearly the same age as Goten. The woman flung her arms about Chichi giggling happily- her excited voice drowned out by the dying roar of the helicopter’s engines.

The boy, on the other hand, wore a sneer and stayed as far away from his mother as possible.

“Chichi-chan!” The woman cried, her voice finally able to be heard, “It’s been so long! I’ve missed you!”

“Damn- Er, Geez,” Chichi corrected herself sharply, “You don’t even look a day over thirty, Bulma.”

Bulma merely waved the compliment off, soon captivated by the little boy hugging her best friend’s legs.

“Is this-?”

“It is.” Chichi nodded.

“Oh my goodness,” Bulma came gently to her knees before the boy, just causing him to recoil and hide his face in his mother’s thigh. “Oh Goten, you’ve gotten so big.”

Goten looked over at the woman with new interest. “You know my name?”

Bulma was beside herself. She covered her mouth to keep from giggling again.

“He’s so kawaii, Chichi-chan.” She then turned back her attention to the little Goku-look-alike, “My name’s Bulma, Goten. We met you were really little.”

She empathized the little with her index and thumb. Goten doubted he was ever that small, but he took the woman’s bait. He smiled.

Bulma let out a squeal causing Goten to shy away again, “He looks just like him, doesn’t he? So kawaii!”

“Yes, he does.” Chichi smiled weakly.

Bulma grinned and held out her arms to the boy. “Can I get a hug, Goten-chan?”

Goten looked to her and then to the boy behind her. He pointed his chubby finger to the boy and asked, “Who’s that?”

Not in the least bit offended, Bulma turned and beckoned the boy over. He merely took a few more steps closer so that he was in listening range. Bulma frowned, “That’s Trunks. My son. Unfortunately he has his father’s haughty attitude sometimes... Come here, Trunks! Don’t be rude.”

Trunks came closer, but just enough to satisfy his mother. Goten could tell at this distance that the boy was considerably taller than him- at least by a couple of inches. It caused Goten’s shyness to kick back in.

“Hi.” Trunks grunted, not bothering to bow or wave. Bulma was not particularly pleased.

“Hewo.” Goten nodded, still behind the shelter of his mother’s legs.

And then there was silence. Bulma and Chichi both decided in mutual agreement- to leave the boys to it. Goten was rather upset when the legs left without him.

“Play with him,” Was all his mother said, leaving him feeling incredibly naked.

Unbeknownst to the boys, both mothers were looking through the kitchen window after them- crossing their fingers.

The silence ensued.

Trunks made the first move, shuffling his feet slightly in the grass before sitting down. Goten mimicked him, still unable to talk to the boy in anyway.

The older boy preoccupied himself with the blades of grass and stuff around him and Goten just watched, eagled eyed and wanting so badly to be able to play with him.

But he was just too scared.

“What are you waiting for, Goten?”

Goten looked up. Ghost was there, looking over at Trunks with a soft smile on his face.

“I’m scared.” Goten frowned bowing his head.

“Don’t be. I know Trunks. He’s a good kid. You guys will get along fine.”

“I’ll go, if you go too.” Goten sputtered, digging his fingers into the dirt nervously.

“Alright. But I’m not going to talk to him, Goten. You have to talk to him.”

“Alwight. I will. But you haft to come.”

“I will, I will.”

And after what seemed to be a long bit of quarreling amongst himself, Goten stood up and walked over to Trunks. Both mothers held their breath, and Trunks looked up curiously.

“Hi, wanna play with me?” Goten said rapidly, holding out his dirty hand.

Trunks looked at it, made a funny face, and then looked back up at Goten. A smile seemed to form on his face from out of thin air.

“How old are you?”

“I’m,” He counted on his fingers and held up his index, middle, and ring fingers, “five.”

Trunks’ smile widened, “I’m six. Which means I’m better than you.”

Goten’s face went from white to red faster than a traffic light. “Does not!”

“Yes, it does. It means I get to chose the first game. And I wanna go swimming.”

Goten’s anger vanished. “Oh. I know a good place to swim. It’s a cweek!”

“Creek,” Trunks corrected with a roll of his eyes.

“I said that!” replied Goten indignantly. “Cweek.”

Gohan laughed.

Trunks looked over at to where the sound came from. Gohan covered his mouth. His mind flashed back to the day of Goten’s birth. Trunks seemed to have been able to hear him then- at least that’s what he kept saying. Could he...? Could he possibly...?

“What is it, Twunks?” Goten asked curiously.

“I thought I heard,” He turned back to Goten and spat. “ My name’s Trunks!”

“I said that! I said that.”

And the boys took off, leaving Gohan laughing in amusement. Both mothers congratulated each other, not even knowing of Gohan’s great feat.

Goten and Trunks soon became best of friends. But Gohan had to make sure that all future disputes were solved without him.

Because Gohan had a feeling, Trunks could hear him...

         &n bsp;             ;            &n bsp;             ;    To Be Continued... Please R & R!

This chapter was actually pretty hard to write. Mostly because it was just filling in the blanks and stuff. Time will pass pretty quickly through these chapters because they are pretty typical sort of things. The big chapters that I wanna get to will be a while ahead.

Congrats to those who guess what Falha was last chapter. Now can anyone guess what Freundschaftis? It’s German. Have fun.

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