The Soul of a Warrior
A young boy sat on the cold, hard ground that had once been the home to the Cell games. Now four years later this very spot still held much meaning, for not only had the games taken place here, but he sat in the very spot his father had stood just before he had sacrificed himself for the good of the Earth and his son.
"I don't get, Dad, I really don't. Mom needs you, Goten needs you and I-I still NEED YOU!" Gohan cried out as tears of pain, hurt and angry slide down his pale face.
Gohan continued to let the tears fall, after all, though crying made him feel weak at times, he knew that no one would bother to come looking for him out here for just like him, this place held too many bad memories and no one believed Gohan would return to an area that held nothing but pain.
"This is all your fault, Dad, you know that? It's all your fault. If you had just returned everything would be fine; we would have all been a family; Mom, Goten, You and Me. Now you're gone and never coming back. I killed you Dad, I'm sorry. I took Goten's dad and Mom's husband away; it's all my fault, all my fault." Gohan screamed out into the empty landscape, as tears began to fall like a river down his face.
The young warrior body was shaking as he cried, for he lost his control. The emotions that surged through his body were no longer his, but the emotions of a monster. Finally a minute later, the tears stopped flowing and Gohan got to his feet, though his body was still shaking though with new felt excitement. Reaching into his sash, the teen pulled out a small sliver case containing a small, black handled razor blade. Pulling out the blade, he couldn't help but smile a little at the thought of what was to come.
"You see Dad; this is also your fault. You turned me into the monster I have become." Gohan yelled again, as he yanked both the sleeves of his gi up, reveling hundreds to thousands of fresh and old wounds as well as scars.
Gohan glanced over both arms, before choosing the perfect spot over an old scar on his left arm that stretched from his wrist to halfway up his arm. A cynical smile plastered on his face.
"This is for you Dad, and all the pain you caused me." Gohan called out, as he took the blade and ran it over his arm, causing blood to pour from the self-inflicted wound. Again and again, Gohan ran the blade across his arm till he had five identical cuts running parallel up his forearm.
Instead of dropping the blade then and there, Gohan then repeated it on his other arm, again leaving five parallel cuts up his forearm. The blood pour down both his arms, much like the tears had done down his face, but he didn't seemed to care one bit, actually the teenage boy seemed to enjoy the sight of all the blood.
"You know Dad, maybe one day this will kill me and if it does, you don't have to worry because I wouldn't be joining you in other world. Nope, I'll be going to HFIL where I belong. After all you must think so too, I mean it's not like you want to be with me, now do you?" Gohan laughed, before blacking out.
-DBZ-
Hours passed and the sun had long since set below the horizon when finally Gohan awoke. Dazed from blood lose the half- breed Sayian, tried to stand up only to only fall on his back again.
"What...what happened?" The teen questioned, as he finally made it to sitting position, though a quick glance at his arms gave him the answer right away.
"No...Not again." Gohan nearly yelled, mentally cursing himself. "That's the third time in the past two days."
Gohan continued to look at his arms when suddenly it hit him, the sun was no longer out but the moon was.
"Crap, Mom is going to kill me." The half- Saiyan cursed out, before jumping to his feet and taking to the air.
"I don't even know what happen, all I remember is a wave of blame hitting me and then waking up in the middle of nowhere, nothing else. But Mom isn't going to believe that so I guess I have to lie again." The teen mentally noted. "After all, how do I explain all the blood?"
Gohan landed just outside his house; taking a deep breath the half-breed opened the door to find no one home. Flipping on the kitchen light he noticed a piece of paper sitting on the table.
Gohan;
I brought Goten over to Bulma's to play with Trunks and we are going to spend the night. There are leftovers in the fridge if you get hungry.
Love;
Mom
Sighing with relief, Gohan couldn't be happier after all that means for once he didn't have to lie about where he had been or the blood all over his clothes. Willingly Gohan climbed the stair to his room and laid on the bed for a moment, not wanting to do much more. Slowly the teenager's eyes began to close, but he jerked them open.
"I can't sleep yet." He scolded himself, "What if Mom comes home and finds me in these clothes, she'll flip and hounder me with question I have no answer to."
Nearly prying his tried body from the bed, the fifteen year old grabbed a clean pair of boxers and stepped into his bathroom.
-DBZ-
The hot water hit Gohan's body like a ton of bricks for on impact it relaxed his tired body, nearly bring him to his knees. Though the comfort was short lived for as soon as the hot water came in contact with his wounded flesh the relaxing feeling was instantly replaced with pain. Not wanting to stay under the water any longer than necessary, the teen quickly washed both his hair and body, riding it of any blood and/or dirt. Once clean, Gohan quickly shut off the water and used his Ki to dry himself before pulling on his fresh pair of boxers.
Once in his room, Gohan pulled on a long sleeved, red tee-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants before falling into bed and letting sleep take over him.
-DBZ-
"You know Gohan, you really are a disappointment." A voice laughed out.
"Who, Who are you?" Gohan asked unable to see anyone.
"Wouldn't you like to know, it's just too bad you can't see what is right in front of you, now can you?" The voice laughed again.
"No, I can't it's too dark in here, so tell me who you are before I get angry" Gohan yelled.
"I not afraid of your anger there Gohan, I'm really not. For you see I know what you are capable of doing after all I have known you since birth, which is a shame since you don't seem to know who I am and yet where closer than you know. But I don't have time to explain right now so Gohan, I'll be seeing you, and next time we meet you might actually know who I am, till then remember I'll be watching you."
-DBZ-
Gohan awake in a cold sweat, tangled in a mess of sheet and blanket. Though his mind was not focused on that nor the fact that the clock near his bed was reading 1:38 am. No, the teen was only focused on that of which the mysterious voice had said. A voice that he had heard many times before yet still had no clue who this person was, or what they wanted. Too tired to think any longer, Gohan's eyes closed and he fell back into a deep sleep, this time with no voices nor dreams to bother him.
A/N: For those of you have read The Lost Soul of a Warrior, I have reread it and realized it was a horrible, simply put. So I finally decided to redo it and well hopefully you guys all like this one better, after all there is a lot to come. Now let's see who you all think the person is that is bother Gohan. Leave your answers in the reviews and as always please read and review, though I kind of hope you read the story if you are reading this. Well goodbye for now :)