Post by Future Gohan on Jun 9, 2011 10:01:31 GMT -6
Gohan had been dreading this stop. Mount Paozu, where his family lived. He wished that he knew what was happening. The half saiyan had just planned on spending the day with Trunks and then all of this had happened and he couldn't figure out any of it. The warrior could remember every nook and cranny of this place, waterfalls, forests, bandits, all of it. It was likely it had changed since he had been here though... Gohan hadn't been here often since Goku had died. Their house hadn't felt like a home since then and his mother always sat in a slump. He had made sure that his mother was comfortable, taking care of all of her needs, yet Chi-Chi just wasn't the same with Goku gone.
Gohan was pondering the events of the past as he picked up the milk crate. It was going to be a long day. Mount Paozu had been difficult to figure out when he had been a child, with both arms and no crate of milk. This was going to take him most of the day without flying. He began the long, difficult trek up the mountain, keeping his eyes on the path as he went. The crate was much smaller than all of the previous deliveries, except perhaps Penguin Village, which also had a smaller population than the populated cities that he had gone to.
Gohan hopped over rocks, fallen trees, and any streams that crossed the path. It hadn't been taken care of very well, yet it still felt nice to return to to place that he had played in during his childhood. He remembered Icarus liked to flounder around in that creek. He cracked a grin at the thought of the dragon that had accompanied him occasionally as a child. The half saiyan reached the first house, dropping off the milk quickly before moving on. He remembered the people there... they didn't have any children so he didn't remember what they were like, yet he remembered their appearance at least.
Gohan had made it halfway through his deliveries before his first major dilemma. The bandits had barricaded the path, a large amount of household items covering the road. Perhaps it would have deterred a lesser individual yet for someone like him, it was barely an inconvenience. He put down the crate for a moment, scowling at the men that stepped out. He pointed the palm of his singular hand at the makeshift wall. A ball of yellow ki shot out, destroying it. The highwaymen reconsidered their lives in this moment, dropping their weapons and fleeing with all haste.
Gohan hadn't even made it to the next house when he met a bear. It brushed up against him, pawing at him as if curious to see what he had. He had always been a lover of nature, although it was difficult to rub the furry brown creature while he carried the milk with his one arm. Only after he made it to the house and the owner's wouldn't answer did he see how this would be a problem. Gohan put down to box, shooing off the animal. He felt bad having to do this but he had to finish his deliveries! He wondered if regular milk men had to deal with this kind of stress.
The half saiyan came to his family's home next. An interesting thing to be at. He was arrested with indecision at the door. Should he ring the doorbell and give the milk to his mother like a good milkman or would she detain him while he was here. Gohan didn't want to think about it... he could just leave the milk on the porch and surely it would get in there... unless some animal stole it. He decided upon a compromise of the two solutions. He put a bottle of milk upon the sidewalk then rang the doorbell darting into the bushes before Chi-Chi answered the door. She puttered around for a moment, obviously confused and perhaps slightly angry before going back inside.
Gohan began to deliver the rest of the milk distractedly. He remembered when his father had first taken him on a ride on the Flying Nimbus. It had been such fun and he had never thought he could be as big, strong, or brave as his father. He wished he could have stayed that innocence, perhaps even become the scholar that his mother had always wanted him to be. The young man didn't regret a moment of his life though. Gohan could only imagine what it would have been like, perhaps he would be a teacher or a scientist... Although he hoped that he would never have anything to do with robotics.
The half saiyan crunched the crate down, dispensing of it in the garbage can that the last house had outside. He felt a rumbly in his tumbly after a moment, causing him to glance down at his stomach. Gohan could almost smell his mother's food... in fact he probably could. The young man didn't want to risk an encounter with the alternate version of his mother though, heading on to the next city, to grab a bite to eat and then continue with his milk delivery. At least Master Roshi hadn't done anything here to keep him off balance.
Gohan was pondering the events of the past as he picked up the milk crate. It was going to be a long day. Mount Paozu had been difficult to figure out when he had been a child, with both arms and no crate of milk. This was going to take him most of the day without flying. He began the long, difficult trek up the mountain, keeping his eyes on the path as he went. The crate was much smaller than all of the previous deliveries, except perhaps Penguin Village, which also had a smaller population than the populated cities that he had gone to.
Gohan hopped over rocks, fallen trees, and any streams that crossed the path. It hadn't been taken care of very well, yet it still felt nice to return to to place that he had played in during his childhood. He remembered Icarus liked to flounder around in that creek. He cracked a grin at the thought of the dragon that had accompanied him occasionally as a child. The half saiyan reached the first house, dropping off the milk quickly before moving on. He remembered the people there... they didn't have any children so he didn't remember what they were like, yet he remembered their appearance at least.
Gohan had made it halfway through his deliveries before his first major dilemma. The bandits had barricaded the path, a large amount of household items covering the road. Perhaps it would have deterred a lesser individual yet for someone like him, it was barely an inconvenience. He put down the crate for a moment, scowling at the men that stepped out. He pointed the palm of his singular hand at the makeshift wall. A ball of yellow ki shot out, destroying it. The highwaymen reconsidered their lives in this moment, dropping their weapons and fleeing with all haste.
Gohan hadn't even made it to the next house when he met a bear. It brushed up against him, pawing at him as if curious to see what he had. He had always been a lover of nature, although it was difficult to rub the furry brown creature while he carried the milk with his one arm. Only after he made it to the house and the owner's wouldn't answer did he see how this would be a problem. Gohan put down to box, shooing off the animal. He felt bad having to do this but he had to finish his deliveries! He wondered if regular milk men had to deal with this kind of stress.
The half saiyan came to his family's home next. An interesting thing to be at. He was arrested with indecision at the door. Should he ring the doorbell and give the milk to his mother like a good milkman or would she detain him while he was here. Gohan didn't want to think about it... he could just leave the milk on the porch and surely it would get in there... unless some animal stole it. He decided upon a compromise of the two solutions. He put a bottle of milk upon the sidewalk then rang the doorbell darting into the bushes before Chi-Chi answered the door. She puttered around for a moment, obviously confused and perhaps slightly angry before going back inside.
Gohan began to deliver the rest of the milk distractedly. He remembered when his father had first taken him on a ride on the Flying Nimbus. It had been such fun and he had never thought he could be as big, strong, or brave as his father. He wished he could have stayed that innocence, perhaps even become the scholar that his mother had always wanted him to be. The young man didn't regret a moment of his life though. Gohan could only imagine what it would have been like, perhaps he would be a teacher or a scientist... Although he hoped that he would never have anything to do with robotics.
The half saiyan crunched the crate down, dispensing of it in the garbage can that the last house had outside. He felt a rumbly in his tumbly after a moment, causing him to glance down at his stomach. Gohan could almost smell his mother's food... in fact he probably could. The young man didn't want to risk an encounter with the alternate version of his mother though, heading on to the next city, to grab a bite to eat and then continue with his milk delivery. At least Master Roshi hadn't done anything here to keep him off balance.