New idea, some what new story, same chappies. Got it? Got it. And I skipped the memory loss; I decided to do something different. It's not called the accident any more instead, it's called…
Another Demi. : Prologue
Gohan's P.O.V.
It was raining today. I was waiting for the school bell to ring. My mom was supposed to pick me up from school today. Just waiting and watching the drops of rain hit the window. My mom was drinking, again. It has been 6 years since "The Cell Games" happened, and everything has changed. My father was killed because of my arrogance, but instead of coming back, he stayed behind. I am not mad at him because I would have done the same if my son killed me. Everyone agrees though, it's obvious. I don't see any of the Z Senshi anymore, Bulma doesn't talk to us much, and my mom drinks and smokes because I killed my father. I remember the words my father spoke before he left.
(Flash back)
"Gohan, I am so proud of you. You fought well. I want you to take care of your mother for me, okay? And hit those books hard. Good bye, my son." Dad vanished into thin air with Cell, somewhere far away where I would never see him again.
"DADDY!"
(End Flash Back)
I sighed. Come on mom, where are you? I was sort of an outcast in my 11th grade class. I looked at my arms, and then I sighed. I wonder if mom is going to leave Goten at home again. My father would be so ashamed of what I have been doing. I don't know why I do it, but I just do. When it happens, all my pain goes away. The guilt, pain, and hatred…Hatred for myself, my mother, and the others, they all just go away. I have gone too far only once, and even then, my mom was too drunk to care. I ended up passing out, and then I woke up in the middle of the woods with blood crusted wrists and a bloody knife next to me. My life has gotten so bad…I just don't know what to do anymore! I guess I did something because when I looked back up the whole class was staring at me.
"What?" I asked.
"Mr. Son, you snapped your pen in half, is everything alright?" I looked at Mrs. Williamson.
"Yeah…" I didn't sound convincing.
"Come with me outside please."
"Okay…" I stood up and followed her outside in the hallway. The hallways seemed empty enough, and then I looked back at her worried face. Mrs. Williamson is one of those teachers who you can tell everything to.
"Gohan, what is wrong?" I shrugged.
"Please, I won't tell a soul." She seemed that she would keep her promise.
"Its bizarre." was the only thing I said.
"Okay, I deal with bizarre all the time." She smiled, her old lines curving at the sides of her mouth.
"It started 6 years ago. I was eleven, and my father and I got into some trouble. He fought the guy who cornered us and stopped…he was too tired. I took his place, and we two started to fight, but I got angry. My anger overwhelmed me and I lost control. The thing that snapped me out of my angry blindfold was…my father. He told me that he was proud of me and that I did an amazing job, but then he ended up dying. The guy who killed him died as well. After that I blamed myself for his death, but I wasn't the only one who did. My whole family did and still does blame me, and I haven't seen them in years. My mom…she is…different. She…she drinks and smokes all the time, and I am left to take care of my brother." I looked at her, looking for a reaction. All I got was a sad smile and a hug. That was when she asked me the question that I didn't want anyone asking.
"Does she abuse you and your brother in any way?" My blood ran cold and I went pale. I looked back at the ground.
"N…Y…I…" I couldn't finish as the tears built in my eyes. I leaned up against the wall, and I cried. She sat there, consoling me. We both heard footsteps and we looked up to find Videl, my child hood friend, standing there confused. Videl knelt down next to me, and looked me in the eye. Videl Satan, the only other person who knows my WHOLE story. She hugged me and the bell rang, but none of us moved. The class began to spill out, but everyone stopped when they saw me being consoled by the teacher and Hercule Satan's daughter. Some of the guys were snickering while others were watching wide eyed.
"Videl, what's wrong with Gohan?" Erasa, Videl's best girl friend, asked.
"His life, Erasa, is what's wrong." She answered shortly. Erasa stared at the two of us when Sharpner came up.
"Dude, what's wrong with brains?" There was no answer. I stopped crying and looked up when I saw that the love of my life sat there, smiling at me. She and I have been together since sixth grade, and nothing has separated us. I looked over to the window to see my mom pull up in the car. I sighed then kissed Videl softly. I nodded and waved goodbye to the others and walked to the car. I didn't want to go in there with HER, but I had no choice. I opened the old truck door and threw my bag and jacket inside. I slipped in and buckled up. Mom looked at me questioningly. We locked eyes for a moment too long for hers and my liking.
"What are you looking at?!" I jumped.
"Nothing!" I answered swiftly. She looked at the rode and started the long drive home. I grabbed my Android phone (and no I don't mean Android 17 and 18 type Android lol) and grabbed my head phones. I put both in my ears and turned on the song "Fake It" by Seether. The lyrics and the sound give me chills. The lyrics are…
Who's to know if your soul will fade at all?
The one you sold to fool the world
You lost your self-esteem along the way, yeah
Good god, you're comin' up with reasons
Good god, you're draggin' it out
And good god, it's the changin' of the seasons
I feel so raped, so follow me down and just
Fake it, if you're out of direction
Fake it, if you don't belong, yeah
Fake it, if you feel like infection
Whoa, you're such a fuckin' hypocrite
You should know that the lies won't hide your flaws
No sense in hiding all of yours
You gave up on your dreams along the way, yeah
Good god, you're comin' up with reasons
Good god, you're draggin' it out
And good god, it's the changin' of the seasons
I feel so raped so follow me down and just
Fake it, if you're out of direction
Fake it, if you don't belong, yeah
Fake it, if you feel like infection
Whoa, you're such a fuckin' hypocrite
I can fake with the best of anyone
I can fake with the best of them all
I can fake with the best of anyone
I can fake it all
Who's to know if your soul will fade at all?
The one you sold to fool the world
You lost your self-esteem along the way, yeah
Good god, you're comin' up with reasons
Good god, you're draggin' it out
Good god, it's the changin' of the seasons
I feel so raped, man, follow me down and just
Fake it, if you're out of direction
Fake it, if you don't belong, yeah
Fake it, if you feel like infection
Whoa, you're such a fuckin' hypocrite
Fake it, if you're out of direction
Fake it, if you don't belong, yeah
Fake it, if you feel like infection
Whoa, you're such a fuckin' hypocrite
Seether is awesome in my opinion. I tapped to the beat of the song on the door on my side and nodded my head whilst mouthing the words. I have a lot of this genre of songs. I have "Broken" by Seether and Amy Lee. I have Amy Lee's band Evanescence on here. Staind, Awolnation, and Nickelback. I have more but I don't remember the names. I also have country singers like George Strait, Rascal Flatts, and Gary Allan. Some pop like Maroon 5, but I have only one rapper on here. Eminem, amazing. I love his songs. You see, Music helps me get through this. That was when the song changed to Eminem's Lose Yourself. I smiled, Why does this remind me of me, but instead of singing, its fighting?
Look, if you had, one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted, one moment
Would you capture it?
Or just let it slip, yo
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's chokin' how, everybody's chokin' now
The clock's run out, times up, over, blaw!
Snap, back to reality, oh, there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit he choked, he's so mad but he won't
Give up that easy, no, he won't have it he knows
His whole back's to these ropes, it don't matter he's dope
He knows that but he's broke, he so stagnant he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's
Back to the lab again, yo
This whole rhapsody better go capture this moment
And hope it don't pass him
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
His soul's escaping, through this hole that is gaping
This world is mine for the taking, make me king
As we move toward a new world order, a normal life is boring
But superstardom's close to post mortem
It only grows harder, only grows hotter
He blows it's all over, these h**s is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he's known as the Globetrotter lonely roads
God only knows he's grown farther from home, he's no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water
These h**s don't want him no mo', he's cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold nada, so the soap opera is told it unfolds
I suppose it's old partna, but the beat goes on
Da da dum, da dum da da da da
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
No more games,
I'ma change what you call rage
Tear this mothaf****n' roof off like two dogs caged
I was playin' in the beginning, the mood all changed
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin' and stepped, writin' the next cipher
Best believe somebody's payin' the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact
That I can't get by with my 9 to 5
And I can't provide the right type of life for my family
Cuz man, these *** damn food stamps don't buy diapers
And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder
Tryin' to feed and water my seed, plus teeter-totter
Caught up between bein' a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama's screamin' on and too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another day of monotony's
Gotten me to the point I'm like a snail
I've got to formulate a plot or end up in jail or shot
Success is my only mothaf****n' option, failure's not
Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem's lot, so here I go it's my shot
Feet fail me not, this may be the only opportunity that I got
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it, you better never let it goYou only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better
You can do anything you set your mind to, man
I watched as the City scenery changed to the woods. The trees zipped by and I small signs of birds and other animals. I sighed, why do I need to go home? It's not like she needs me there…Wait…Where is Goten?
"Uh…Mom, where's Goten?"
"Home."
"By himself?"
"No."
"Then who's with him?"
"Bulma, Vegeta, and Trunks."
"Oh…Why are they at the house?"
"Because Bulma and I wanted to catch up and I figured you also needed a male there to do something with. Plus Goten wanted to see Trunks."
"Okay." Okay…I don't think she is having a bad day because she doesn't smell like anything. I smiled, relieved at the fact Goten isn't alone, but I wasn't too sure about Bulma and Vegeta staying there. The house came into sight and she parked the car in front of the garage where my old beat up truck was. Mom turned her some what pristine truck off and we both went out. The sky cleared up and the sun was now shining. I took off my jacket as I walked in the door, and I set it on the coat rack.
"Gohan!" Goten attacked me and I hit the floor.
"Hiya squirt, how was your day?"
"Awesome, Trunks is here to play, can you play with us?"
"Hmm…Let me work on my truck for a bit then maybe, okay?"
"Okay!" He ran back into his bedroom, and I dusted myself off. I grabbed my bag and headed towards the kitchen to get something to drink. I was purposely avoiding the living room because I was still unsure about the other two adults in there. I opened the fridge and poured my self some iced tea.
"Oh, there you are Gohan!" I turned to Bulma and smiled.
"Yup, here I am…" She raised her brow at me.
"What?" I asked.
"Well, fine, don't hug me…" I laughed.
"Bulma…I think I am a little too old for that."
"Nonsense!" She hugged me none the less.
"YOU HAVE GOTTEN TALL!" Bulma exclaimed as I put my glass to my lips.
"Just like his father." Mom said with a smile as she came in.
"You think so?" I asked.
"Oh we both know so!" Bulma answered for her. I blushed lightly.
"Oh! Mom do you know where I put those spark plugs at?"
"They should be in the drawer with the silverware."
"Thank you." I turned and started to rummage through them when I finally found them. I hate it how mom acts all innocent in front of everyone. I thought as I searched. I grabbed them and smiled as a walked back towards the door to see it swing open by Vegeta. Just when I thought I would be safe…-_-
"Move it brat!" He pushed me aside, then he stopped and gave me a peculiar look.
"Huh, no retaliation?"
"Nope."
"What's wrong with you?"
"What do you mean?"
"I can feel the tension and uneasiness pouring off you."
"Nothing, I need to go fix my dad's old truck by!"
"Not so fast!'
"Grr, what?"
"We are training, now!"
"What?! No!"
"Why not?!"
"Because I don't want to, now let me through!"
"Not a good enough answer." I narrowed my eyes and pushed him aside and headed to the garage. I sighed and plugged my phone in the boom box. "Untitled" by Simple Plan started to play and I started to sing.
"How could this happen to me?! I made my mistakes. Got nowhere to run, the night goes on as I'm fadin away, I'm sick of this life! I just wanna scream! How could this happen to me?" I started to go through the things I needed and I grabbed a wrench and started to unscrew part of the radiator. I had to move some parts to find what was wrong. I need a new radiator, a new transmission, and a new battery. Great… I looked over to the clock to find out that I have been here for over an hour and I need to get today's few pages of homework done. I looked at my hands and saw that one long scar, other than that, my cuts were on my calves and thighs, there wasn't much, but there was some. The scar on my arm, however, was covered in black grease and rust. I walked towards the sink and started to wash my hands.
"Gohan!" I heard mother call.
"Yeah?!" I called back. She walked into the garage to see engine parts in a pile.
"Wow…this is what you do in here? Any way, dinner is ready."
"You actually cooked this time?" I inquired.
"Ugh…YES! Now wash up and get in the house!" She turned and made her angry way back. I sighed.
"No, you should have seen it! The garage is full of Goku's piece of junk's old parts." Mom was telling Bulma about how I am working on dad's truck.
"Really? You know, Gohan that is really nice of you to be fixing that up for him." I nodded.
"Eh, it's no big deal; he told me he wanted me to have the truck anyway. Mom told me that if I wanted a car, I needed to earn it, so I decided to work on the old Chevy."
"Well, you certainly have." Bulma smiled at me. I looked back at my plate and kept eating. They were chatting about something I didn't even want to get into, when Vegeta yelled making me jump five feet in the air.
"What?!" I yelled.
"GRRRR! WHERE IS YOUR BAKA OF A BROTHER!"
"What?" I heard giggling and I looked over to see that Goten and Trunks had glue in there hands, and then I noticed that Vegeta was stuck to his chair, which was stuck to the ground. Mom and Bulma started to laugh, while Goten and Trunks ran for their lives because Vegeta ended up transforming and melting the glue. I sighed and smiled. I picked up my plate and walked to the kitchen. I put my plate in the sink and said by to everyone as I made my way to my room.
When I finished my homework, it was 10:30 almost 11:00, so I decided to go to bed.