Reality Burns: A Goten Story
A Dragonball fanfiction brought to you by Dirk-Gently
Author of The Wizards Advocate
PG13
Note: If I get enough reviews I'll post a chapter specifically to recognize those who reviewed my story.
Now, before we get started I would like to offer some explanation to the ages in this story. I always wanted Goten, Trunks, Pan, and Braa to be around the same age. Therefore Goten is 15, Trunks is 16, Pan is 14, Marron is 14, and Braa is 14. I blame the freak wormhole in time on Bulma and her time traveling.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters here but my own. I wish I did, but thus is life.
Chapter 1
Goten Son wasn't where he aught to be. It was too dark and cold to be waiting for a bus. The city streets were no place for a teenager to be, especially at this hour. The rain continued despite Goten's wish that it would not. This did not surprise him in the least. He was used to not being listened to. He was constantly overshadowed by his "best" friend Trunks. Trunks was year older than Goten but a sophmore, just as he was. It was close to impossible to be heard when Trunks was around. He was everyone's vision of a perfect…Goten searched his mind for the right word. His thoughts were interrupted by the bus pulling up to the curb.
Its doors swung open in a less than friendly fashion. He clambered on and seated himself toward to back. Perfection. The was the word. Trunks was the perfect perfection. Captain of the football team, student body president, and target of nearly every girl in the sophmore year. All in his second year of High School.
The bus turned a corner and stopped at a new location. Nearly all of the 5 people on board got off. Leaving only him and an old hermit who looked as though he lived there.
What would his mother say when he got home so late? He didn't want to think about it.
Braa. He needed to talk to Braa. He pulled a cellular phone and dialed the number. It rang once…twice…and was finally picked up.
"Hello?" the voice belonged to Trunks. Goten looked at the phone and opened his mouth to speak. What would he say? How could he ask his best friend if he could talk to his sister?
"Hello?!" Trunks demanded. Goten searched his mind for something to say.
"Look, who ever you are, I'm hang up if you don't say something!" Goten could hear Bulma's voice say
"Who is it Trunks?" And Trunks reply:
"I dunno, apparently no one." He said, then into the phone he said: "Alright you've got five seconds to say something…1…2…3…."
Goten moved his thumb over the button on the cell phone that said 'end' and pressed it. He looked out the window and saw his house in the distance. The bus came to a stop half a mile from it and let Goten off. It then turned and took off in another direction toward wherever it was going.
The rain had grown heavier. Goten turned the collar of his jacket up and shoved his hands in his pockets. He walked up to his house and put a hand on the door knob. He considered this for a moment, changed his mind, and walked the other way around the house. He opened his bedroom window and climbed in. he took off his wet clothing and pitched them into a corner. He slipped beneath the covers and, in time, slept.
The next morning Goten sat silently at the breakfast table. He ate his cereal in slow, mechanical movements. His mother mover about the kitchen cleaning this and straightening that. Her lips were pursed in a straight line. She knew very well that he had been out after midnight last night. And she knew that he knew that she knew (…) It made sense to her anyway.
Goten excused himself from the table and went to fetch his school bag. Minutes later Chi-chi heard the door slam in the familiar fashion, letting her know Goten had left for school. If having two disobedient sons and one very disobedient husband had taught her one thing it had taught her not to go through her struggles alone, but to invest them in some one else. This plan worked rather well as long as she didn't run out of people to invest in.
She dialed the telephone and was relieved to hear her eldest son answer it.
"Hello?"
"Hi honey, it's mom" said Chi-chi
"Oh, hey mom, what's up?"
"Goten's acting funny again."
"How so?"
"He was out 'til 2 last night and refuses to even talk to me!"
"Yikes."
*Both sigh*
"I wish Goku were around" sniffed Chi-chi.
"Yeah I know" replied Gohan soothingly "We all do"
"Well, you're a father!" Chi-chi burst out suddenly "what would you do?!"
"Jeez, mom I'm right here. If it were Pan I would sit her down and have a stern talk with her." He said professionally.
"That's It!"
"You're welcome"
"No, no, not that! You could have Pan talk to Goten! She's only a year younger than him after that freak wormhole in time distorting it. (see, told ya!) Honestly, I wish Bulma knew what she was doing before she started that whole time travel deal. (told ya that also) It's so weird!" Chi-chi paused to laugh "I'm not even sure! If it hadn't happened, who Goten be older or would Pan be younger…or both…oh never mind!"
"Um...yeah…I agree" said Gohan "But I'm not sure about Pan telling her uncle what to do!"
"But you will try, won't you honey?"
"Of course mom, of course"
Chi-chi hung up. She felt better knowing that it was no longer her problem. But still, she paused, she was his mother. And trusting her other son to do that for her? As if!
Goten walked to school. Mostly because he hated the stupid way his peers acted on them. He couldn't stand sitting next to some moron would couldn't keep his mouth shut and ended up getting smacked across the face by some girl.
He arrived at school a long time before the bell rang, but students were already there. He passed Marron who was a freshman, like Pan and Braa. She was applying make-up in her locker-mirror. When she saw his reflection, she gave him a warm smile, which he wasn't able to return. He just kind of waved and moved on.
"Goten?" she called after him "Goten, what's wrong?"
He continued down the hall as if he didn't hear her. As he turned the corner a group of girls looked at him and giggled. He ignored them.
When he got to his locker he opened it and deposited his jacket and bag. He took out the books he would need for the first 4 periods before lunch, closed the locker, and continued down the hall toward his homeroom. On the way, he wondered why he was so down.
The events of the previous night would have been a good explanation, except that there were no events to speak of. He had simply gone for a walk. A very, very long walk. He had been thinking things over.
Suddenly, a startling sound met his saiyan enhanced ears. Chad Rielly, running back and senior was standing with his back to Goten. In front of him, a smaller figure was trembling. Arthur McMillian (I hope this gets a laugh from you Hitchhiker's GTTG fan. You know who you are …;- )…) stood shaking, his books scattered across the floor.
"So, nicely…" began Chad, menacingly "You think you can just walk into Chad Rielly, huh?"
Arthur seemed to shrink with each word Chad said. His glasses were slipping down his nose.
"Nice shoes, nicely," said Chad, referring to Arthur's polished black dress shoes "they could use some scoffing!" With that Chad brought his foot up and slammed it down on Arthur's. Arthur gasped in pain. Tears welled in his eyes. He looked down to see what damage had been done. Chad's open palm came up and smacked Arthur in the face. Blood dripped from his lip where it had been torn by his braces.
"That's enough!" yelled Goten
Chad Rielly turned around and peered over Goten. "Mr. Son, You should have more sense." He smirked "If you weren't Trunks' friend, I'd rip you apart too!"
For the first time in a long time, Goten smiled. "Really?" he said, still smiling.
Finally! I finally typed it! Chapters 2 and 3 are on paper and will be typed and uploaded onto fanfiction.net shortly. DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW! (
A Dragonball fanfiction brought to you by Dirk-Gently
Author of The Wizards Advocate
PG13
Note: If I get enough reviews I'll post a chapter specifically to recognize those who reviewed my story.
Now, before we get started I would like to offer some explanation to the ages in this story. I always wanted Goten, Trunks, Pan, and Braa to be around the same age. Therefore Goten is 15, Trunks is 16, Pan is 14, Marron is 14, and Braa is 14. I blame the freak wormhole in time on Bulma and her time traveling.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters here but my own. I wish I did, but thus is life.
Chapter 1
Goten Son wasn't where he aught to be. It was too dark and cold to be waiting for a bus. The city streets were no place for a teenager to be, especially at this hour. The rain continued despite Goten's wish that it would not. This did not surprise him in the least. He was used to not being listened to. He was constantly overshadowed by his "best" friend Trunks. Trunks was year older than Goten but a sophmore, just as he was. It was close to impossible to be heard when Trunks was around. He was everyone's vision of a perfect…Goten searched his mind for the right word. His thoughts were interrupted by the bus pulling up to the curb.
Its doors swung open in a less than friendly fashion. He clambered on and seated himself toward to back. Perfection. The was the word. Trunks was the perfect perfection. Captain of the football team, student body president, and target of nearly every girl in the sophmore year. All in his second year of High School.
The bus turned a corner and stopped at a new location. Nearly all of the 5 people on board got off. Leaving only him and an old hermit who looked as though he lived there.
What would his mother say when he got home so late? He didn't want to think about it.
Braa. He needed to talk to Braa. He pulled a cellular phone and dialed the number. It rang once…twice…and was finally picked up.
"Hello?" the voice belonged to Trunks. Goten looked at the phone and opened his mouth to speak. What would he say? How could he ask his best friend if he could talk to his sister?
"Hello?!" Trunks demanded. Goten searched his mind for something to say.
"Look, who ever you are, I'm hang up if you don't say something!" Goten could hear Bulma's voice say
"Who is it Trunks?" And Trunks reply:
"I dunno, apparently no one." He said, then into the phone he said: "Alright you've got five seconds to say something…1…2…3…."
Goten moved his thumb over the button on the cell phone that said 'end' and pressed it. He looked out the window and saw his house in the distance. The bus came to a stop half a mile from it and let Goten off. It then turned and took off in another direction toward wherever it was going.
The rain had grown heavier. Goten turned the collar of his jacket up and shoved his hands in his pockets. He walked up to his house and put a hand on the door knob. He considered this for a moment, changed his mind, and walked the other way around the house. He opened his bedroom window and climbed in. he took off his wet clothing and pitched them into a corner. He slipped beneath the covers and, in time, slept.
The next morning Goten sat silently at the breakfast table. He ate his cereal in slow, mechanical movements. His mother mover about the kitchen cleaning this and straightening that. Her lips were pursed in a straight line. She knew very well that he had been out after midnight last night. And she knew that he knew that she knew (…) It made sense to her anyway.
Goten excused himself from the table and went to fetch his school bag. Minutes later Chi-chi heard the door slam in the familiar fashion, letting her know Goten had left for school. If having two disobedient sons and one very disobedient husband had taught her one thing it had taught her not to go through her struggles alone, but to invest them in some one else. This plan worked rather well as long as she didn't run out of people to invest in.
She dialed the telephone and was relieved to hear her eldest son answer it.
"Hello?"
"Hi honey, it's mom" said Chi-chi
"Oh, hey mom, what's up?"
"Goten's acting funny again."
"How so?"
"He was out 'til 2 last night and refuses to even talk to me!"
"Yikes."
*Both sigh*
"I wish Goku were around" sniffed Chi-chi.
"Yeah I know" replied Gohan soothingly "We all do"
"Well, you're a father!" Chi-chi burst out suddenly "what would you do?!"
"Jeez, mom I'm right here. If it were Pan I would sit her down and have a stern talk with her." He said professionally.
"That's It!"
"You're welcome"
"No, no, not that! You could have Pan talk to Goten! She's only a year younger than him after that freak wormhole in time distorting it. (see, told ya!) Honestly, I wish Bulma knew what she was doing before she started that whole time travel deal. (told ya that also) It's so weird!" Chi-chi paused to laugh "I'm not even sure! If it hadn't happened, who Goten be older or would Pan be younger…or both…oh never mind!"
"Um...yeah…I agree" said Gohan "But I'm not sure about Pan telling her uncle what to do!"
"But you will try, won't you honey?"
"Of course mom, of course"
Chi-chi hung up. She felt better knowing that it was no longer her problem. But still, she paused, she was his mother. And trusting her other son to do that for her? As if!
Goten walked to school. Mostly because he hated the stupid way his peers acted on them. He couldn't stand sitting next to some moron would couldn't keep his mouth shut and ended up getting smacked across the face by some girl.
He arrived at school a long time before the bell rang, but students were already there. He passed Marron who was a freshman, like Pan and Braa. She was applying make-up in her locker-mirror. When she saw his reflection, she gave him a warm smile, which he wasn't able to return. He just kind of waved and moved on.
"Goten?" she called after him "Goten, what's wrong?"
He continued down the hall as if he didn't hear her. As he turned the corner a group of girls looked at him and giggled. He ignored them.
When he got to his locker he opened it and deposited his jacket and bag. He took out the books he would need for the first 4 periods before lunch, closed the locker, and continued down the hall toward his homeroom. On the way, he wondered why he was so down.
The events of the previous night would have been a good explanation, except that there were no events to speak of. He had simply gone for a walk. A very, very long walk. He had been thinking things over.
Suddenly, a startling sound met his saiyan enhanced ears. Chad Rielly, running back and senior was standing with his back to Goten. In front of him, a smaller figure was trembling. Arthur McMillian (I hope this gets a laugh from you Hitchhiker's GTTG fan. You know who you are …;- )…) stood shaking, his books scattered across the floor.
"So, nicely…" began Chad, menacingly "You think you can just walk into Chad Rielly, huh?"
Arthur seemed to shrink with each word Chad said. His glasses were slipping down his nose.
"Nice shoes, nicely," said Chad, referring to Arthur's polished black dress shoes "they could use some scoffing!" With that Chad brought his foot up and slammed it down on Arthur's. Arthur gasped in pain. Tears welled in his eyes. He looked down to see what damage had been done. Chad's open palm came up and smacked Arthur in the face. Blood dripped from his lip where it had been torn by his braces.
"That's enough!" yelled Goten
Chad Rielly turned around and peered over Goten. "Mr. Son, You should have more sense." He smirked "If you weren't Trunks' friend, I'd rip you apart too!"
For the first time in a long time, Goten smiled. "Really?" he said, still smiling.
Finally! I finally typed it! Chapters 2 and 3 are on paper and will be typed and uploaded onto fanfiction.net shortly. DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW! (