CHAPTER THREE: REALISATION
�����Most of the group glanced as they saw Gohan walking around the side of
the house, but they all did a total double take when they saw Piccolo behind
him. Goku looked up as Gohan approached him, and looked past to see Piccolo.
"Hey Piccolo! Never thought you'd show up" Goku laughed "want anything?" he
pointed to the grill.
Piccolo sneered and looked to Gohan, which caused Goku to realize his son
wanted to talk to him.
" Dad, something weird's going on." Gohan looked serious, so Goku handed the
plate he held to Krillin.
He turned his attention to his son and listened seriously.
Gohan looked at Krillin and Goku "Did either of you have a bad dream last
night?" Gohan asked.
Goku and Krillin looked at each other "We were out all night sparring"
Krillin said simply "Yeah" Goku added, turning to face Gohan and Piccolo "
We didn't sleep at all last night....how come?"
Gohan turned to Piccolo, who looked seriously to Goku
" I think you ought to get the others over here, we all need to talk." He
said, scanning the back yard. Everyone was here, good.
Goku nodded and proceeded around the yard, gesturing for the rest of the Z
Fighters to meet where Gohan and Piccolo were. They followed the orders,
because they too wanted to know why Piccolo was there.
�����"Mom! Please!!!" Goten's over there!" Trunks whined and tried to
wriggle out of his mother's lap.
Bulma looked at Chi Chi and shrugged. She released Trunks, who smiled and
ran towards the circle of men, and slipped in between Gohan and Goku.
Trunks looked straight up at the tall green man telling a story. Hearing the
mention of dreams, he frowned, blushed a little, and turned to look for his
father. Vegeta stood a little ways from the group scowling, but paying
close attention. Trunks walked over and looked up at his dad, then back at
the crowd. He leaned on Vegeta's leg and listened from there. He didn't want
anyone to know he had a bad dream, or what it was about.
Once everyone had been gathered, Piccolo proceeded to tell everyone the
story he had told Gohan. They conceived that besides Piccolo, Trunks and
Gohan had also had bad dreams. Both Piccolo and Gohan's dreams contained a
Saiyan who resembled Vegeta, but wasn't.
Gohan looked at Trunks and decided that he has to ask. He walked over and
knelt by Trunks, slightly aware of Vegeta's glare. "Trunks, can you tell me
about the bad dream you had last night?" Gohan partly pleaded while the
group watched silently. "Piccolo and I both saw a Saiyan, and I was
wondering if you saw one too. I know it's kind of embarrassing, but we need
to know." Vegeta's eyes widened a bit at the sound of the word 'Saiyan'.
*They must have had the same dream as me..but..why? * he thought to himself.
He looked down at his son, whom was unusually quiet. As Trunks' face began
to turn red, Vegeta frowned. "Maybe he isn't up to speaking about it." He
glared at Gohan.
Gohan glanced up and frowned.
He stood as Trunks finally spoke " No...its ok.....I'll tell him daddy.." Trunks
said softly. " I ...I saw a Saiyan too Gohan." He said simply.
Vegeta's face took on a look of surprise that Piccolo saw. He kept quiet
though, planning to speak with him later.
Gohan nodded. He turned back to the group. "Now, me, Piccolo, and Trunks all
saw this Saiyan...forgive the math work, but I believe that all of us who are
Saiyan, and were sleeping last night got a message."
" But what about Mr. Piccolo?" Goten piped in "he's not a Saiyan!"
Gohan nodded, but smirked. "Well, Mr. Piccolo has a few mind tricks up his
sleeve." He said, looking at his teacher.
"What about my daddy?" Trunks said as the group turned back to him. Vegeta
scowled and turned away as all eyes turned to him and Piccolo watched
warily.
" Vegeta...did you have a bad dream last night?" Gohan asked.
Vegeta stood frowning..he was not going to summarize the 'bad dream' he
had.
Gohan saw Vegeta's patience quickly wearing down and looked to Bluma and Chi
Chi, who were setting the picnic tables. He saw his chance at a quick
retreat. "hey guys...I believe we can talk about this later"
The group looked at the table full of food and nodded.
Piccolo scowled and walked around the front of the house as the group sat
down to stuff their faces.
Vegeta sat with them, both relieved and reluctant to be diverted to the
dinner table. His hunger overwhelmed him, and his anger was soon suppressed.
�����Vegeta was quiet all through dinner, and left without a word when he
was done. He didn't want to be pryed at in front of any of them. He knew
that they had also dreamt of his father, King Vegiita. He did resemble him.
He growled and shook the thought as he walked to the front of the house to
get some peace. * Maybe I'll just leave * but before the thought could even
reach his senses, Piccolo stepped in front of him.
Vegeta snarled and looked almost straight up "What do you want?" he asked
carelessly.
"Hmmf." Piccolo turned and walked away "I want to know who that Saiyan in
our minds was." He answered. He stopped with his back to Vegeta. Piccolo
knew Vegeta didn't like being that close to him, particularly because of the
difference in height. Vegeta was one of the few people ( besides Gohan of
course) that Piccolo could relate to. He knew the feeling was mutual.
"What makes you think that I had a nightmare like the rest of those babies?"
He sneered "even my son..." he grunted out and stood there waiting for the
Namek's response.
Piccolo turned and looked at Vegeta seriously. His ears alerted to make sure
nobody was listening. "I know you saw him too."
"OOH and what are you a psychic?" Vegeta mocked and laughed at his own
little joke.
Piccolo just glared as Vegeta turned to leave. "Vegeta, this could be a bit
more serious than we think. Swallow your damned pride for two minutes and
just tell me!" Piccolo demanded. He was getting angry at Vegeta's
stubbornness. To his surprise, Vegeta stopped and looked down for a few
moments before speaking.
He clenched his fists as he spoke "That Saiyan...he was my.....father." Vegeta
spit out the word father without a bit of honor. " King Vegiita...or so he was
called."
Piccolo's eyes widened as he put the pieces together. Vegeta just stood
there with his back to him, fists clenched, looking down. Piccolo left him
alone, not wanting to pry anymore. It was amazing he even got that out of
him.
He told Gohan the entire story, and they sat and thought. This may be some
sort of warning...or so to quote "something wicked this way comes".