Hi everyone.

I decided to do a squeal for The Alarm Sound of a Still Small Voice. It is not going to be as many chapters, two or three at the most. Why did I decided to write a squeal? Because I wanted to write something in the original story, and never did. I had the intent to write it, but I couldn't figure out where to put it.

I am hoping to finish this short story within a few days, and hoping it won't take weeks, or months, or years. If you never read TASOASSV then you will probably not understand this story. So minor recap:

Gohan was kidnapped. He was beaten and raped, and didn't speak for quite a while. Though the help of his father, Gohan was able fight his fears, and even marry Videl. This story continues on, five years after Gohan and Videl marry.

For those who never read The Alarming Sound of a Still Small Voice, I suggest giving it a read. If you don't like Gohan torture, then I wouldn't recommend reading it, or this story…

My I now introduce The Worst of me.

"You're what?!"

His father, mother, and brother looked at him, and then at Videl. Yeah, they heard Videl right, but the three of them didn't believe her. Why would they?

He and Videl have been married for five years, living next door to his parents. Due to his past, he really couldn't do what most married couples do. He was traumatized, so making love, as Videl called it, was really…really difficult. They didn't do anything the night that they wed. They lied in bed, talked, and fell asleep. A few months past, and Videl brought it up.

Sex.

He knew that one day it would happen; he didn't think so soon. Okay, it really wasn't soon, but he was completely happy sleeping next to Videl in bed. They talked about it, a lot, and only a handful of times he had an attack during their discussions.

They started out slow.

Real slow.

Videl would sleep in a bra and pants, he in a pair of sweatpants and tank top. One day the bra was thrown in the corner, and excitement hit. Embarrassed, he covered his excitement, not really sure what to do. Videl touched him, and he threw her off the bed, and ran in the bathroom. He locked the door, had an attack, and wasn't sure what to do next.

After some time, Videl decided to just to go naked, not touch him, and let him explore her. That wasn't bad at all, although when he had to Google why his parts hurt, he realized that he suffered from 'blue balls.' It was quite common, and the only way to get rid of it was to perform the act of love making.

Months later, like seven months or so, he was able to sleep without clothes, next to his wife. He felt the excitement, and attempted to make love to Videl. He mastered how to touch Videl, since he really couldn't do anything else with her, but to actually perform the act wasn't as easy. He entered her, and was quite pleased on how she felt. The buildup, the heavy breathing, her breath on his neck…

Eck flashed through his head.

What they did to him, and why, was now understandable. The pleasure he had with Videl was the same pleasure they felt with him.

That was not okay.

Some really bad flashbacks, a few weeks of not talking, being his father's shadow for a good two months or so, and Videl getting his sanity back into place, they tried to finish what they started.

As much as he did not want to admit, but he was thinking about trees the whole entire time. It was good for Videl, but not for him. It lasted a little too long, so he had to either fake it, and how the hell do you do that, or just finish and get it over with. Head buried by Videl's neck, he finally did it.

Minutes after he had an attack, and destroyed his bedsheets with his fingernails.

But he did it!

And many times after!

He did the adult thing, with some struggle.

And here they were, at his parent's dining room table, with news.

"And it's his," Goten asked, pointing a finger to him.

"Yes," Videl confirmed.

"Are you sure," his mother asked. A vein popped out of Videl's forehead.

"Of course it's his! Do you think I wouldn't know who I slept with?!"

His father looked at him.

"So you two…" the voice trailed off. He really couldn't blame his father. He couldn't believe it himself. "Wow."

When he and Videl shared the news to Hercule, the great world savior was thrilled to be a grandfather. Hercule already prepared a room, made it gender neutral, and shared a drink. He was not used to alcohol, especially expensive alcohol, and was called a lightweight.

Never again.

"Gohan finally popped his cherry. It's pretty bad when your younger brother lost it before you," Goten commented.

"Goten!" His mother snapped.

"It's fine Mom," he said, putting his hand up. Goten didn't know what happened to him years ago. His brother only saw the scars on his arms and part of his chest. Battle wounds is what his father called it, and Goten believed it. He didn't talk the first seven years of Goten's life. Goten never asked; he was just used to his older brother not talking.

"When did you find out," his mother asked. He looked at Videl, letting her know to answer.

"Two months ago," she said, rubbing her stomach. "We wanted to get through the first trimester before we shared the news. Gohan has been very helpful."

Has he? Really?

"Has he…really," his father asked. Does his father know him or what! "Cause I remember seeing him last month carrying paper towels, and grabbing the mop to clean up a mess."

"Everything is carpet. Why would he need a mop," Goten asked. His house had no wooden floors. Even his bathroom had carpet! His fingernails started to hurt as he remembered the splinters stuck in them.

"Why aren't you guys excited," asked Videl. "Gohan and I are having a baby. I thought you guys would be excited to hear!"

His father and mother looked at each other, both with concerned looks on their face. He knew why, and lowered his head.

"Goten, go finish your homework," his mother demanded.

Goten grew up with him not speaking, and witnessed a few of his attacks. When Goten asked why it happened, his parents explained that he had bad memories. Child Goten was okay with it, never asked. Goten was a teenager now, and hasn't asked for a better explanation. He assumed Goten would be curious.

"I don't think the baby is his anyway," Goten said, pushing his seat back. No one said anything. "Whatever. I know when I'm not needed."

"Goten that's not-"

"Then what is it Dad?" His father glared at Goten.

"We will talk later," his father said. Goten rolled his eyes, and headed to his room. He slammed the door behind him. His father turned his attention to Videl and himself. "I'm excited, I really am, but we've seen Gohan interact with Goten as a baby. It wasn't good."

"He never held Goten as a child," his mother added. "Gohan was still…needy."

"He's not needy now Chi-Chi. He's better now! Why are you two still treating Gohan like an injured child," Videl exclaimed. His parents looked at him, waiting for him to speak. He couldn't. "We're going home."

Videl got up from her seat. He got up as well, and looked over at his father. His father had his hands clasped together, his forehead on top of the fingers.

"I would be more comfortable if Gohan can do one thing," said his father. If it was baby classes, he and Videl spoke about it already. They would take classes in preparation of their child. They both needed it since neither of them knew how to take are of a baby.

"What," Videl snapped. Oh boy.

His father looked at him; he was starting to feel scared.

"Tell Goten what happened to you."

So telling his family that he was going to be a dad went well. Sure his parents were questioning his parental skills, but he read the books about pregnancy and child birth. He had some information on babies. He lived with one, that cried and pooped a lot, but he watched Goten grow up to be a…lovely teenager.

An ignorant, cocky, teenager to be more specific. He missed Goten being a child. So carefree, so fragile, so…innocent.

"So the talk with Goten went great," Videl said. He was sitting on the toilet, his cheek on his fist, while Videl had his other hand.

"I tried," he said, sighing. "I made it in the room, and when I tried to, ow, tell him I, ow, didn't know what to say."

"Was this before or after your attack?" He winced as she pulled out another splinter.

"I said we needed to talk. I told him that years ago I was taken away and….that's all, ow, I said to him."

"How could he not know?"

"He asked as a kid, ow. Mom and Dad gave him a simple, that one hurt, answer and he was, OW!"

He pulled his hand back, and held it to his chest. Videl put her hands over his splinter covered hand.

"We need to add alcohol," she said quietly. His eyes went wide, and began to reach out. He stopped.

His father wasn't here.

"I-I need my dad," he said. His heart began to race. "Videl, get my dad. Please get him."

Videl dropped the tweezers and took off. He looked at his hand, and saw the blood soaking in his finger nails.

My sweet baby.

He looked around. He knew that voice, he knew it too well. Left alone in the bathroom, he did what any sane person would do, and looked behind the shower curtain. With nothing there, he ran into the bedroom.

Okay, he needed to catch his breath. He just needed to breathe. Inhale…exhale…inhale…

Sugar plum.

He look at his window and saw his reflection.

He didn't expect to see Rohr behind him.

"Videl!"

He closed his eyes, waiting for the image to disappear. He began to hyperventilate, fighting the memories.

He's dead.

They're all dead.

You're okay.

He opened his eyes, and his stomach dropped.

"Well look who woke up from their deep sleep," Zane said.

No.

This isn't real.

He looked up and saw the chains. He attempted to speak, but with his throat so dry no words came out. Kami…he was so hungry.

Next to Zane was Eck, with his arms folded, his finger tapping on his arm.

"I really thought he died," Eck said, making his way over. Once Eck was near him, the frog bent down and touched his cheek. "Looks like you still have some life in you. Good. I have some pent up stress I need to release."

"Hey, I was here first," Zane said. This wasn't real. It was his mind playing tricks on him. Everything hurt, he was hungry. He was so weak, so tired. He wanted to cry, oh Kami he wanted to cry. Why can't he cry?!

Eck looked at him, and smiled.

"Double team," Eck offered. No, no, no, no! Anything but that! "I go first, and I'll hold him steady for you."

Trees! Where the hell are the trees?!

Zane fumbled with the idea.

"Fine. Let me know when you're finished. I wanna use the whip."

Where was Videl? Where was his dad? Zane left him alone with Eck.

Eck grabbed his hair, and elbowed him in the back. He fell forward, the chains began to lower. This wasn't real! He was married, he was going to have a child! This was just a horrible flashback!

Wait, if this was a flashback then why can't he remember it? Was it part of his memory loss? No, he regained most of his memories. This wasn't an old memory.

He screamed, at least he tried, as he felt Eck enter him. Eck had his hair, and pulled it back, hard. His neck hurt, along with his rear, and no matter how hard he tried he could scream. Did everything that happened…was it a dream? Just a very, very long dream? Did his father not find him?

Something wet and slimy wrap around his neck. He lost his breath as Eck's tongue began to tighten. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't cry. The only thing he could feel was the pain as Eck thrusted in him. His vision got blurry, and soon went black.

Gohan snapped awake, and clenched his neck.

Nothing was there.

He looked up, and saw Goku there, holding him. His breathing rigid, his vision blinded by tears, he reached out and grabbed Goku's gi. Gohan cried out. Videl didn't know what to do. She's seen his attacks before, but never one this bad.

She went to fetch Goku after getting the splinters out of Gohan's fingertips. He was in Goten's room, fixing the floor. He must have seen the panic in her eyes, and quickly left.

"Where?" He yelled.

"Master bathroom." She answered.

Goku got up, and quickly ran out. Videl followed.

Once they reached the bedroom, they found Gohan on the bedroom floor.

"No! Gohan!" Goku yelled. Videl stood by the door. This wasn't one of his normal attacks. Gohan would normally claw at the floor, or the wall. He was curled in the fetal position. His arms were together, his head buried in the crevasse of his elbows, shaking. "C'mon Gohan! Wake up! Please wake up!"

The tone in Goku's voice worried her. He was pleading.

Videl placed a hand on her stomach. She was worried about Gohan, but she knew if she worried she would harm their child. She needed to be strong, for both her husband and child.

Gohan did snap out of his attack, but he was different. Even Goku noticed as his son clenched onto him, crying out. The noise caught Chi-Chi's attention, as she ran up the stairs. Videl blocked her from Gohan.

"What happened," Chi-Chi asked, shirked really. Videl winced when Chi-Chi yelled in her ear. Goku gave a look, one Chi-Chi knew but Videl didn't. "Oh no…"

"What's oh no," Videl asked. Clearly Goku and Chi-Chi had more experience in this attack he had; this was the first she has ever seen in it. With the looks Goku and Chi-Chi were exchanging Videl knew that it wasn't going to be good.

"I don't want to be there," Gohan cried out. Videl left her space by the door, and ran towards Gohan. His face was still buried in Goku's gi. Videl placed her hand on his shoulder.

Gohan pulled away.

Days passed.

As much as he wanted things to be normal, it wasn't happening. He found himself following his father, being as close to him as possible. He didn't let anyone near him. Not his wife, not his mother, not even Piccolo.

He hasn't slept.

He stopped speaking.

"So, are you living here again," Goten asked. He didn't want to deal with Goten's teenage rebellion right now.

"Leave him alone Goten," their father warned. He sat on the couch, next to his father, staring out the window. It was a bright, sunny day. Videl and his mother were preparing lunch. It was quiet in the house. "Why don't you train with Trunks? You can let off some steam there."

"Oh I see. You're kicking me out of the house because the favorite child is having issues."

Goten doesn't know.

"Leave him alone Goten," his mother warned this time. Her tone sounded stricter than his father's. His mother could put fear in anyone, Goten included. Even though he couldn't see Goten, he knew his brother was a bit frightened.

"Fine."

He heard the door slam, indicating his brother left the house. His father leaned his head back, and closed his eyes. Since he's been awake for a few days his father was awake as well. Soon he heard his father snoring.

"He needs his rest," he said. Those were the first words he spoke in days. He got up from the couch. "Let's go home Videl."

"But what about lunch," his mother asked.

"Save it for dinner." Was all he replied. He wanted to sleep as well, with Videl at his side. It was a…bad dream he had, or something. He couldn't let it beat him up. He reached out his hand, and offered a smile, even if it was forced and weak. "Let's get some sleep."

Videl began to tear up. She rushed over, and he pulled her in a hug. She cried, and the only comfort he could think of was to kiss her on the head. He picked her up, and carried her in their house. He used his foot to close the door, giving the two their privacy.

It's been a week…a slightly difficult week, but he was able to get back to normal.

As normal as he could be.

His father was wary, but he kept telling his father that it was just a bad flashback. It wasn't a flashback he could recall, maybe it happened near the end before his father came. He could only assume that. His hand rubbed his neck. The slimly feeling felt real, too real. The pain too…

"Are you ready Gohan," Videl asked. Standing in front of his bathroom mirror, in nothing but a towel around his waist, Videl stood there with her hand on her hip. Her pregnancy was showing, a little baby bump stuck out in her black dress. Her hair was cut short, sporting a red headband, and wearing black flat shoes. "I hope you're not going to the function dressed like that."

Being married to the daughter of Hercule, he was forced to go to functions to support his father in law. It was always a sit down dinner, with expensive food in small portions, and dancing. He never liked going to these places.

"Sorry," he said, hand still on his neck. "The shower took longer than expected."

Videl walked up to him. She put her hands on his shoulder, he pulled away. Videl dismissed it.

"Looks like you're under the weather. You can stay home and I'll go by myself."

"Is Dad home?"

"Chi-Chi and the others went to Bulma's house. I think your father is there as well."

"So I'll be alone?" There was fear in his voice. He was never alone. He always had someone there, someone with him! "I'll be ready! I swear! I-I-I 'll be ready in a few minutes! Please!"

"Gohan, stop!" She walked towards him, he took a few steps back. What the hell was wrong with him? His arms wrapped around his chest; he began to shake. He took a few deep breaths, and was able to calm down.

"I'm okay," he said, letting out a breath. Videl put her hand on his shoulder. He didn't move this time. He chuckled. "Good days bad days, you know? Maybe some dancing will relax me."

He changed the subject, hoping that Videl would relax.

He hoped he would relax too.

"I'm feeling sick, pregnancy hormones are out of whack. I'm sure my father will understand." She was making excuses. She patted him on the chest. "And your dancing sucks."

He scrunched up his nose.

"It's not that bad," he said. Okay, it was bad, it was really bad.

"Even you don't believe in your own lie." Videl smiled at him. She knew, like his father, not to get into much detail about things. "I didn't want to go anyway. They don't give us enough food, and this child of yours keeps craving ice cream."

"Does that mean we're having ice cream for dinner?"

"We're adults. Ice cream for dinner sounds like an adult meal," she said. "But you have to put on clothes."

"Done." He tossed the towel off. Part of him wanted to grab her, kiss her, and make love to her. The other part was craving ice cream. With Videl looking absolutely beautiful, he knew what he wanted first.

His stomach, on the other hand, decided to voice its opinion. Between his wife and stomach, there was always a clear winner.

Food.

Goten plopped on Trunks' bed. He was making faces as he looked up at the ceiling. His parents were talking about Gohan. They were always talking about Gohan.

Gohan. Gohan. Gohan!

"Argh! Do your parents talk about you or Bra a lot," Goten asked. "Who's the favorite child in your family?"

"Bra of course," Trunks said. He was sitting in a wheelie chair by his desk. Blue prints were scattered on his desk, along with notes and 3D models of ships. "She can get away with anything while I always get in trouble."

"But she's normal." Goten rolled on his side, facing Trunks. "Gohan is not normal. He has some sort of issues, I don't know what to call it. Mom and Dad told me that he fought a lot as a kid."

"Maybe it's PTSD?"

"Huh?"

"Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. It would explain his attacks, and why he's uncomfortable around people." Trunks turned to his laptop and began typing. "Did your parents ever go into detail about it? Why he has all those scars on his arms?"

"I never really asked." Goten position himself so his head was hanging off the bed. "He came in my room last week, and had an attack. Apparently he had another one afterwards. He became Dad's shadow for a while. He's married. Why can't Videl help him?"

"You sound like the girls in our school. You know, the ones with the daddy issues?"

Goten sat on the bed.

"I don't have daddy issues. I just don't understand why both my parents run when Gohan calls."

"Maybe there's more to Gohan than we know," Trunks said, still clicking away at his laptop. "Luckily, I was able to hack into my mom's computer, and find out things about Gohan."

Goten's head perked up. He put his hands on the ground, and pushed his feet off the bed. He went over to Trunks, and looked at the laptop. As Goten read over Trunks shoulder, he smiled.

"Say Trunks, want to play a little trick on Gohan?"

End Chapter!