The Breaking Point
Another day in the life of Son Gohan began. 'Monday. Perfect.'
He thought.
He had defeated cell, fought the saiyans and Frieza,
but he couldn't stand being picked on and made fun of
by his classmates. Every day, new taunts, new tricks.
He was getting tired of it. He would reach his breaking
point soon, though he failed to realize this. They just
wouldn't stop!
'I'm pathetic' He thought.
As soon as he arrived, the pain began.
"Hey nerd-boy! Your mother looks good! To bad she's
related to you! I feel sorry for her!"
All the people around him began laughing at him. Again.
It was happening again. The urge from his saiyan side
to fight back. But he restrained himself, knowing that
if he let go, it was all over. He walked on to class, miserably.
As soon as he walked in, he would get hit with something.
He was right. Unfortunatly for him, today it happened to
be water balloons. Sharpner, Erasa, Videl, and a few other
people had thrown them. They were all laughing. Even the
teacher was laughing.
" Hey brains!! Don't drown, or we won't have anyone to
make fun of anymore!"
The air conditioner happened to be on, and the teacher
seemed to ignore the fact that he was soaking. So he sat
down, and later, began to shiver.
That was when he heard it. The voice inside of him. His
true power was knocking on the door, wanting out, wanting to kill.
'Why do you put up with any of this, from these pathetic
weaklings?'
'You should just let me out, and I can make everything
better again.'
He kept ignoring the voice, until it said something that
made him freeze.
'You really are pathetic. What would your father think of
you now? No wonder he decided to stay dead, with a failure
like you for a son.'
It tore him apart inside. It ripped at his heart, his mind,
everywhere.
This continued, the teasing, laughing, talking, and the voice,
all the way until the end of the school day.
He seemed normal on the outside, with a sad, almost tearfull
look on his face, which people only made fun of. But inside,
he was dead. Nothing.
His eyes showed no emotion, except saddness. But there was one
other thing left inside him. Rage. Extremely powerful, hateful
rage. It had yet to be released, so it kept building. If this
kept up, he would reach the breaking point. And that ment all
hell would break loose.
These days, he would walk for a long time, then fly home the
rest of the way. It gave him time to think, but not good thoughts.
Things like 'I'm a failure', 'Dad, I'm sorry, please forgive me',
and 'I have to escape' was what he thought of.
Chi-Chi had gotten used to Gohan coming home later, but she was
worried. Very worried. He would barely talk at all, to anyone,
even Goten. He just kept getting more and more distant, from everyone,
and everything. One thing she knew he had been doing lately,
was writing songs, and learing the Electric Guitar. That took
up some of his time, and the rest he used for training. Only
training, and nothing else. He barely ate anymore, for christ's sakes!
When he arrived home, her usual question of 'How was your day?'
was again met with a grunt. She sighed, and thought to herself
'Goku, we need you.'
He went up stairs. The voice was back. Again. It screamed
'Release me! Kill! Kill! Destroy! Let me out!!'. He gave into
exhaustion from his depression, and fell asleep on his bed.
He skipped dinner, which had his mother really worried,
and stayed upstairs the rest of the night. When he fell
asleep that night, the barrier had been broken. His Saiyan
side was released. Now all he needed was to be hurt, and it was all over.
***** Next Morning *****
His alarm clock woke him up at 6:30 A.M., again. He sighed with
saddness, and thought, 'Another day living in hell. Great.' He
did not know exactly how true that statement would become.
As he left for school, His face showed saddness and depression,
but somewhere deep inside of himself, Something was cackling horribly.
Something was going to happen.
Another day in the life of Son Gohan began. 'Monday. Perfect.'
He thought.
He had defeated cell, fought the saiyans and Frieza,
but he couldn't stand being picked on and made fun of
by his classmates. Every day, new taunts, new tricks.
He was getting tired of it. He would reach his breaking
point soon, though he failed to realize this. They just
wouldn't stop!
'I'm pathetic' He thought.
As soon as he arrived, the pain began.
"Hey nerd-boy! Your mother looks good! To bad she's
related to you! I feel sorry for her!"
All the people around him began laughing at him. Again.
It was happening again. The urge from his saiyan side
to fight back. But he restrained himself, knowing that
if he let go, it was all over. He walked on to class, miserably.
As soon as he walked in, he would get hit with something.
He was right. Unfortunatly for him, today it happened to
be water balloons. Sharpner, Erasa, Videl, and a few other
people had thrown them. They were all laughing. Even the
teacher was laughing.
" Hey brains!! Don't drown, or we won't have anyone to
make fun of anymore!"
The air conditioner happened to be on, and the teacher
seemed to ignore the fact that he was soaking. So he sat
down, and later, began to shiver.
That was when he heard it. The voice inside of him. His
true power was knocking on the door, wanting out, wanting to kill.
'Why do you put up with any of this, from these pathetic
weaklings?'
'You should just let me out, and I can make everything
better again.'
He kept ignoring the voice, until it said something that
made him freeze.
'You really are pathetic. What would your father think of
you now? No wonder he decided to stay dead, with a failure
like you for a son.'
It tore him apart inside. It ripped at his heart, his mind,
everywhere.
This continued, the teasing, laughing, talking, and the voice,
all the way until the end of the school day.
He seemed normal on the outside, with a sad, almost tearfull
look on his face, which people only made fun of. But inside,
he was dead. Nothing.
His eyes showed no emotion, except saddness. But there was one
other thing left inside him. Rage. Extremely powerful, hateful
rage. It had yet to be released, so it kept building. If this
kept up, he would reach the breaking point. And that ment all
hell would break loose.
These days, he would walk for a long time, then fly home the
rest of the way. It gave him time to think, but not good thoughts.
Things like 'I'm a failure', 'Dad, I'm sorry, please forgive me',
and 'I have to escape' was what he thought of.
Chi-Chi had gotten used to Gohan coming home later, but she was
worried. Very worried. He would barely talk at all, to anyone,
even Goten. He just kept getting more and more distant, from everyone,
and everything. One thing she knew he had been doing lately,
was writing songs, and learing the Electric Guitar. That took
up some of his time, and the rest he used for training. Only
training, and nothing else. He barely ate anymore, for christ's sakes!
When he arrived home, her usual question of 'How was your day?'
was again met with a grunt. She sighed, and thought to herself
'Goku, we need you.'
He went up stairs. The voice was back. Again. It screamed
'Release me! Kill! Kill! Destroy! Let me out!!'. He gave into
exhaustion from his depression, and fell asleep on his bed.
He skipped dinner, which had his mother really worried,
and stayed upstairs the rest of the night. When he fell
asleep that night, the barrier had been broken. His Saiyan
side was released. Now all he needed was to be hurt, and it was all over.
***** Next Morning *****
His alarm clock woke him up at 6:30 A.M., again. He sighed with
saddness, and thought, 'Another day living in hell. Great.' He
did not know exactly how true that statement would become.
As he left for school, His face showed saddness and depression,
but somewhere deep inside of himself, Something was cackling horribly.
Something was going to happen.