AN: Surprise! This is NOT a fourth period boredom story. Nope, this is a third period boredom story! My classes aren't really that interesting, except that in AP English, we're reading The Catcher in the Rye. If you haven't read the book, you should. It's awesome! But anyway, a mini-vignette to you from me. Enjoy. I don't own DBZ, just my little corner of ff.net and fp.net.

Buried Child

I am a child.

But you can't see me.

Nobody's seen me for a long time.

I want to get out.

I want to see the sunlight.

I want to run around.

I want to roll in the grass.

I want to get dirty.

I want to pick flowers for my mother.

I want to fill my pockets with rocks for no reason.

I want to explore caves to see if there are monsters living in them.

I want to dance in the rain.

I want to splash in puddles while wearing my new shoes.

I want to run and hide when there's thunder and lightning.

I want to sit in a closet and just hide.

I want to build a tent out of blankets and chairs.

I want to make messes.

I want to try baking cookies with my mother, but burn mine by accident, so she ends up having to "share" hers with me.

I want to imagine.

I want to camp out under the stars.

I want to do things just because.

I want to sing loudly because I can.

I want to play.

I want to break things once in a while.

I want to dream.

I want to get in trouble.

I want to be free.

But it's been so long.

Maybe he'll let me out.

If he even remembers that I'm here.

He locked me away so long ago.

I'm sure he's forgotten me.

But I'm holding on with a child's faith.

Children can hope.

And I am a child.

I am a buried child, sealed away inside the heart of an adult.

But I know he misses me.

So he might look for me someday.

And when he finds me, he'll release me.

I know he will.

Please look soon.

Come on, Gohan.

Let me come out and play.

AN: Ah…to be young again…*sigh*