A Sea of Endless Black
I stared at the ceiling, trying to cry. It might seem odd that
I was trying to, if you're in a happy state, but crying is comfort. At
least, it was for me.
I rolled over on my stomach, thinking about how heartless I was
for not even crying after my father had died. No, he hadn't died, I had
killed him. I felt remorse, but it was a dull pain, not sharp like it
was during the fight. I was more of a murderer than Cell himself and
murderers don't regret.
Mother was pregnant, but I didn't care. It was just another soul
for my saiyjin half to kill or dissapoint. His name was going to be
Goten, Air, she had said. She had told me it happily, like I would love
the fact that another being would have to deal with the horrible tug-of-
war between two natures, like me. My human side had won, up until my
transition to Super Saiyjin Two. My scholarly love for learning was
replaced by a bloodthirsty lust for revenge.
I continuously wondered if my brother would want to fight. I
would prevent his learning at all costs. Fghting had ruined my life and
I wouldn't let it ruin his as well. But I would probaly let him down too.
Letting my mind wander for a moment, I allowed myself to glance
out the window. Sunlight streamed into my room. I frowned. The bright-
ness of the day seemed to be mocking my sadness, as if it were saying
that all was right in the world. Everyone was rejoicing that Cell was
dead, though the real evil was sitting in his room feeling self pity.
I had not been programmed to kill my father, like Cell was, but did out
of my own pitiful ideas of revenge.
"Gohan..." came a voice at the door.
I paid it no mind.
"Gohan-chan, do you need to talk to me?" The voice was becoming
shaking and uncertain.
I rolled over and sat up. My mother's eyes became hopeful.
"Leave me alone," I replied bitterly.
She looked hurt and quietly walked out of the doorframe. Why
should I care? I did not deserve it. She was a life boat come to rescue
me as I drowned in a sea of endless black.
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Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ
I am getting very depressed right now, because my grandfather
died a year ago on Thanksgiving. I never cried and still have not. I
just became kinda depressed, so I wrote what I felt just in a DBZ
situation. This may seem kind of sappy, but if you have a depressed
friend, do everything you can to help them. It does help.
I stared at the ceiling, trying to cry. It might seem odd that
I was trying to, if you're in a happy state, but crying is comfort. At
least, it was for me.
I rolled over on my stomach, thinking about how heartless I was
for not even crying after my father had died. No, he hadn't died, I had
killed him. I felt remorse, but it was a dull pain, not sharp like it
was during the fight. I was more of a murderer than Cell himself and
murderers don't regret.
Mother was pregnant, but I didn't care. It was just another soul
for my saiyjin half to kill or dissapoint. His name was going to be
Goten, Air, she had said. She had told me it happily, like I would love
the fact that another being would have to deal with the horrible tug-of-
war between two natures, like me. My human side had won, up until my
transition to Super Saiyjin Two. My scholarly love for learning was
replaced by a bloodthirsty lust for revenge.
I continuously wondered if my brother would want to fight. I
would prevent his learning at all costs. Fghting had ruined my life and
I wouldn't let it ruin his as well. But I would probaly let him down too.
Letting my mind wander for a moment, I allowed myself to glance
out the window. Sunlight streamed into my room. I frowned. The bright-
ness of the day seemed to be mocking my sadness, as if it were saying
that all was right in the world. Everyone was rejoicing that Cell was
dead, though the real evil was sitting in his room feeling self pity.
I had not been programmed to kill my father, like Cell was, but did out
of my own pitiful ideas of revenge.
"Gohan..." came a voice at the door.
I paid it no mind.
"Gohan-chan, do you need to talk to me?" The voice was becoming
shaking and uncertain.
I rolled over and sat up. My mother's eyes became hopeful.
"Leave me alone," I replied bitterly.
She looked hurt and quietly walked out of the doorframe. Why
should I care? I did not deserve it. She was a life boat come to rescue
me as I drowned in a sea of endless black.
_________________________________________________________________________
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ
I am getting very depressed right now, because my grandfather
died a year ago on Thanksgiving. I never cried and still have not. I
just became kinda depressed, so I wrote what I felt just in a DBZ
situation. This may seem kind of sappy, but if you have a depressed
friend, do everything you can to help them. It does help.