"Where the heck am I now?"
The phrase was an understandable one considering the young man was lost beyond all meaning. However, the man uttering the phrase might be a bit surprising to the reader.
Son Gohan was an exceptional young man by many standards. By the age of 16, he was the strongest warrior on Earth. He had saved the planet, or at least helped, since he was four years old. Had explored space when he was 5 and been exposed to worlds beyond imagination.
He was also cold, wet, and horribly lost.
“I knew I should have taken Kinto-Un, it never gets lost.” He was supposed to be in Satan City registering for high school. He was not supposed to be standing in an city soaked to the bone. He could call for Kinto-Un now to take him back to Satan City, but that foolish male pride he didn't know he had wouldn't admit that he needed that much help to get to a city.
It did, however allow him to acknowledge that he needed to get some directions.
So he found himself standing in front of a dojo, deciding this place was as good as any to get help as to where he needed to go and warm up for a while. "Tendo Training Hall," Gohan read idly before entering the gates.
Of course, he was unaware of the goings on inside, but where would the fun in that be?
A few moments after he knocked, the front door opened and a middle-aged man appeared in the doorway with a lit cigarette and a hopeful look on his face.
Gohan blinked at the expression before addressing the elder man. “Hello, sir uhm… I was wondering if I could get directions. My name Son Gohan and I-“ Gohan was interrupted as the man shouted, “At last!” and gave him a strong hug. Gohan blinked again in surprise.
When he opened the door, Soun took one look at the visitor and quickly put several thing in his head to fit what he was expecting. The person he was waiting for was supposed to be a great martial artist, well traveled, and the son of a good friend. This young man had been asking for directions, something any well-traveled person must do. He was built and even at a glance he could see that the young man was a martial artist. To top it all off, he had said he was Son Gohan. Soun turned that around to concluded that the young man had meant to say “Genma’s son, Gohan.” It didn’t matter. All his dreams were coming true. Soun finally released Gohan and looked around in confusion. “Where is your father?”
Gohan blinked in confusion before a sad look graced his face. "He's dead. He died a while ago."
Soun’s eyes widened slightly before a sympathetic look graced his face as he processed this news. ‘That explains the letter. Since Genma sent me that postcard a couple of weeks ago, that means he died very recently. That must be why he didn’t mention Genma’s name. In order to escape the pain of his loss.’
"I'm sorry to hear that, son. Well, let's get you inside and out of those wet clothes. Come in, come in, we’ve been expecting you.”
Gohan was taken aback by that. “You have?”
Soun nodded. “Of course. Your father and I made arrangements many, many years ago. Come in, come in.” Soun led the confused Gohan inside the house.
(Posted Sun, 29 Apr 2007 06:34)
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