Sorrow
By IsNotSane
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“…Dad, ..I’m so sorry…I…”


                                       
“Shhh. Its okay, son. Don’t worry…”


“I…I tried, I tried to stop…him…I couldn’t, I…”


                                        
“Its okay, Gohan. Its not your fault. Please, calm down, don’t waste your energy, …everything
                                           will be fine, okay? Shhhhh.”



“Dad…I’m so sorry.”


                                       
“Shhhh, Gohan. Its okay…Its okay…”


“…Dad…”


                                       
“Shhh. Gohan, I’m proud of you son. You tried your best. Now just relax, you’ll be alright. Every
                                          thing will be fine…”


                                                                                 
“Is he asleep?”


                                        
“Yeah…Gohan…What are we going to do? I mean, what happens when he wakes up? Will he be 
                                           scared, or depressed, or…will he…hate me?”


                                                                                 
“I’d say he would most likely be confused. And feeling dirty and  
                                                                                    disgraceful and ashamed.”


                                          “*Sigh* This is all my fault. I should have known not to let him go up against that thing by
                                           himself.”



                                                                                   
“He’ll probably feel really low and vulnerable and wont look anybody
                                                                                      in the eye for a month or more…”


                                         
“Oh Gohan…I’m so sorry.”


                                                                                   
“And Guilty. He’ll feel guilty.”


                                         
“Guilty? Why Guilty?”


                                                                                   
“Because he couldn’t defeat that thing like you said you trusted he 
                                                                                      could. And because of that, he got rapped, and your leg got servierly
                                                                                      injured. He’ll naturally think its his fault.”


                                        
“Oh no! Gohan… This is all my fault.. what have I done? I should have come sooner…!”


                                                                                   
“And naturally, because you said you trusted Gohan to defeat that  
                                                                                     thing, but instead, Gohan got rapped by him; and because Gohan 
                                                                                     feels he is responsible and thinks he got you injured, will ultimately
                                                                                     make you feel guilty as well.”



                                         
“But I AM guilty, Vegeta!”


                                                                              
“That’s what the situation would propose for you to think. If everyone
                                                                                 thought that way, then everyone would be guilty. But I guess that’s
                                                                                  how you ‘nice’ guy’s brains’ work. You would always find some way
                                                                                  to blame your selves.”


                                       
“*Sigh* Well, whoever’s fault it was, it doesn’t change what’s happened, and how on earth we’re
                                           going to get through this. How am I going to tell his mother and brother?!”


                                                                                 
“You are still blaming yourself, aren’t you Kakarot? Well, I guess
                                                                                     that’s how your ‘nice’ guy brain works. Does it ever occur to any
                                                                                     of you ‘nice’ guys to blame the monster who is actually did it? That
                                                                                     would seem the logical explanation on who to balme.”


                                      
  “This could change absolutely everything! What if he never trusts any one ever again? Not you, not
                                           me, not any one of his family or friends…?”


                                                                                  
“That could happen.”


                                         
“Or what if he never wants to go outside or train any more?”


                                                                                  
“Could also happen.”


                                        
“I have no idea what’s going to happen, or what to do about it.”


                                                                                    
“Well, I know what’s going to happen *now* if you don’t get the
                                                                                      kid home and give him a senzu bean pretty soon. That could change
                                                                                      ‘absolutely everything’ even more if he doesn’t even survive to get
                                                                                      through it.”



                                          
“Oh, Vegeta! Your right! …C’mon Gohan, I’m going to take you home now, Just hold on. …I’m
                                            so sorry.”


                                                                                  
“Don’t be,” Vegeta whispered, unheard to anyone else as he watched Goku pick up his half-naked, unconscious eldest son carefully in his arms, then limped a bit before he rose into the sky and with a quick, but gentle speed, flew to the direction of their home.

                                                                                   
“Because it’s my fault. I should have come sooner.” Vegeta said to no one in particular, watching the distressed father and son disappear into the distance.


End.