Disclaimer: *Sigh*. How I wish I owned Dragonballz. (In other words, I
don't.)
A/N: Nothing really to say other than that this is my first DBZ fic. Please don't be too hard on me if u review! Thankies. Cyber cookie to all those who DO review! ^_^
::CHAPTER ONE:: ~Introducing: Stalker and Stalkee~
Son Goten never was a man of excitement. An average looking man in his early 20s, Goten was perfectly content with his peaceful, if not a bit lonely, life. Sure, he missed socializing with others, but Goten could deal with it. Besides, there was the occasional friendly visits (okay, so he admitted just sitting and talking politely about the weather all day, sipping tea, wasn't really his type of friendly but that was beside the point) once in a while. The black haired youth whistled cheerfully as he made his way down the road to his house. Swinging his recently acquired grocery bags, the young man groped for his house key.
"Aw, crud." He muttered good naturedly as he found his key but dropped a bag in the process. As he bent down to pick it up, he stopped as a hand reached down to get it for him. Goten looked up to face a handsome man, purple hair slightly covering his deep blue eyes.
'Odd hair color.' Goten thought, saying outloud politely, "Thank you." The black-haired youth held out his hand expectantly to retrieve his grocery bag. Goten stared as the other man just stood there, holding his bag with an unidentifiable expression on his face.
"Uhh, sir? May I please have-"
"Oh, of course. Here you go." The stranger handed Goten his bag, the slightest smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "See you around. . . Goten."
Goten blinked rather dumbly as the stranger seemed to disappear.
"Wait! How do you know my name?" Goten called out in vain , his voice lingering in the now empty street save for himself.
~~~~
"Wonder what that was about." Goten said to himself as he deposited his groceries on the kitchen counter. He briefly viewed his small apartment. Yup, same as ever, no change there. Goten sighed for some unknown reason. Okay, maybe not so unknown. 'It wouldn't really hurt to have a bit more excitement in my life. . .' Goten thought wistfully as he fed his goldfish. 'All I have is a fish for company.'
Goten laughed quietly as he remembered a conversation he had had with his now deceased brother Gohan.
~Flashback~
"Geez, little bro. You sure you're not rotting in that hermit shell there?" Gohan had joked. "Whassamatter, doncha have any girlfriends?"
"Nah, don't need any." Goten had responded.
"What, you sayin' you need boyfriends instead?"
"WHAT?! Niichan!!"
"Just kidding, just kidding!"
~End Flashback~
Goten chuckled again. It never occurred to him he really needed someone close to him until his brother had oh-so elegantly pointed it out. (I got nothing against Shounen-ai, so back off you close-minded people out there! But this fic isn't shounen-ai anyway unless u'd like to think of it that way)
'Ah, well nothing I can do about it now.'
Goten sighed as he got ready for bed.
~~~~
The night was silent, crescent moon shining dimly on the streets. A young lavender haired man sat crouching silently in a sturdy tree planted right next to the window of an apartment room. The only movement he made was the narrowing of his eyes as the azure orbs fixed themselves on the silhouette of a wild-haired man standing inside.
The stranger mentally smirked, thoughts completely focused on the task at hand.
'You're mine, Goten.'
~~~~
Red. All he could see was red. It was everywhere. . .everywhere! Blood? No. . .it wasn't blood. It couldn't be. There was no blood on his hands, and he planned to keep it that way. What is all this red?
"Rage. It is your rage, Son Goten."
Rage?
Suddenly, all surroundings were engulfed in a bright burst of yellow flames. Power. Strength. -Rage-.
"Ah!" Goten's eyes snapped open, cold sweat running down his pale face. Gasping, he clutched his beating heart. 'I haven't had that dream for a while. Why did I have it now? The last time I did was when otosan (father) died, but that was over five years ago!' With a troubled mind the youth rarely acquired, Goten drifted back into a dreamless sleep.
~~~~
"Well, that certainly went well." Goten muttered bad-temperedly. Today definitely wasn't his day. . .first, waking up on the cold floor without a blanket to keep him warm, then finding out his coffee maker was broken, then misplacing his car keys so he ended up being late to work.
"I don't even like my job." Goten mumbled to no one in particular. Goten worked at a small private greenhouse, making medicine juices simply by grinding them and generally assisting here and there. It wasn't the best of jobs, but it paid enough to support his apartment expenses. At least the co- workers were somewhat friendly to an extent.
The weary black-haired young man sighed, letting out his frustrations in that one breath. 'I wish life were that simple.' he thought wistfully as he continued his evening walk. So caught up in his thoughts, he didn't notice where he was going until his attention was caught by whirring sounds.
Turning, Goten spotted a young man practicing with a sword some few yards away in a nearby park. Curious, Goten walked closer to watch. Recognition, however, made him halt to an abrupt stop.
'Wait a minute. . .that's the same man I met on my way home from grocery shopping!' As Goten pondered this coincidence, he watched, slightly nervously, as the stranger stopped his training and turned- to look straight at him. Goten was even more creeped out when the purple haired lad smirked ever so slowly, the expression sending chills up and down the young man's spine. Not bothering to be polite like he usually would have, Goten immediately whirled around, trying to get as far away as possible from the strange man.
Finally, near a small candy store Goten stopped, heart beating, legs tired, and quite a deal more frightened than before. Was it just coincidence that he met the same man twice? And that the stranger seemed to know him?
'Does he want something from me?'
~~~~
Cold blue eyes narrowed once more, zeroing in on the same target watched all day as Goten ran. The deadly sword was lowered as the man relaxed, breathing deeply.
'You can run, but you can't hide.'
~~~~
"Stupid fish." Goten muttered, casting a dark glare at the dead fish floating in the tank. Not that it made much of a difference, but Goten didn't care at the moment. Mumbling incoherent words, the young man grimaced as he scooped up his dead companion and dumped it in the trashcan. Goten hated dead things, even if it was just a small goldfish.
A soft tap on the window caused Goten to quickly turn, startled. He debated with himself whether he truly did see that small flash of purple. . .oh well, it wasn't important. Goten shrugged, annoyed with himself for being so jumpy. 'So I saw that guy twice. . .what's the big deal? It doesn't mean anything.'
Suddenly feeling thirsty, Goten walked to the cupboard to grab a cup. A glass one was selected, and he made his way to the refrigerator.
Too bad he never got there.
Goten barely let out a startled shriek as a hand descended down to cover his mouth. The last thing he comprehended was the shattering of his drinking cup as it was dropped. Then, a blow was dealt to his head and Goten knew no more.
A/N: Nothing really to say other than that this is my first DBZ fic. Please don't be too hard on me if u review! Thankies. Cyber cookie to all those who DO review! ^_^
::CHAPTER ONE:: ~Introducing: Stalker and Stalkee~
Son Goten never was a man of excitement. An average looking man in his early 20s, Goten was perfectly content with his peaceful, if not a bit lonely, life. Sure, he missed socializing with others, but Goten could deal with it. Besides, there was the occasional friendly visits (okay, so he admitted just sitting and talking politely about the weather all day, sipping tea, wasn't really his type of friendly but that was beside the point) once in a while. The black haired youth whistled cheerfully as he made his way down the road to his house. Swinging his recently acquired grocery bags, the young man groped for his house key.
"Aw, crud." He muttered good naturedly as he found his key but dropped a bag in the process. As he bent down to pick it up, he stopped as a hand reached down to get it for him. Goten looked up to face a handsome man, purple hair slightly covering his deep blue eyes.
'Odd hair color.' Goten thought, saying outloud politely, "Thank you." The black-haired youth held out his hand expectantly to retrieve his grocery bag. Goten stared as the other man just stood there, holding his bag with an unidentifiable expression on his face.
"Uhh, sir? May I please have-"
"Oh, of course. Here you go." The stranger handed Goten his bag, the slightest smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "See you around. . . Goten."
Goten blinked rather dumbly as the stranger seemed to disappear.
"Wait! How do you know my name?" Goten called out in vain , his voice lingering in the now empty street save for himself.
~~~~
"Wonder what that was about." Goten said to himself as he deposited his groceries on the kitchen counter. He briefly viewed his small apartment. Yup, same as ever, no change there. Goten sighed for some unknown reason. Okay, maybe not so unknown. 'It wouldn't really hurt to have a bit more excitement in my life. . .' Goten thought wistfully as he fed his goldfish. 'All I have is a fish for company.'
Goten laughed quietly as he remembered a conversation he had had with his now deceased brother Gohan.
~Flashback~
"Geez, little bro. You sure you're not rotting in that hermit shell there?" Gohan had joked. "Whassamatter, doncha have any girlfriends?"
"Nah, don't need any." Goten had responded.
"What, you sayin' you need boyfriends instead?"
"WHAT?! Niichan!!"
"Just kidding, just kidding!"
~End Flashback~
Goten chuckled again. It never occurred to him he really needed someone close to him until his brother had oh-so elegantly pointed it out. (I got nothing against Shounen-ai, so back off you close-minded people out there! But this fic isn't shounen-ai anyway unless u'd like to think of it that way)
'Ah, well nothing I can do about it now.'
Goten sighed as he got ready for bed.
~~~~
The night was silent, crescent moon shining dimly on the streets. A young lavender haired man sat crouching silently in a sturdy tree planted right next to the window of an apartment room. The only movement he made was the narrowing of his eyes as the azure orbs fixed themselves on the silhouette of a wild-haired man standing inside.
The stranger mentally smirked, thoughts completely focused on the task at hand.
'You're mine, Goten.'
~~~~
Red. All he could see was red. It was everywhere. . .everywhere! Blood? No. . .it wasn't blood. It couldn't be. There was no blood on his hands, and he planned to keep it that way. What is all this red?
"Rage. It is your rage, Son Goten."
Rage?
Suddenly, all surroundings were engulfed in a bright burst of yellow flames. Power. Strength. -Rage-.
"Ah!" Goten's eyes snapped open, cold sweat running down his pale face. Gasping, he clutched his beating heart. 'I haven't had that dream for a while. Why did I have it now? The last time I did was when otosan (father) died, but that was over five years ago!' With a troubled mind the youth rarely acquired, Goten drifted back into a dreamless sleep.
~~~~
"Well, that certainly went well." Goten muttered bad-temperedly. Today definitely wasn't his day. . .first, waking up on the cold floor without a blanket to keep him warm, then finding out his coffee maker was broken, then misplacing his car keys so he ended up being late to work.
"I don't even like my job." Goten mumbled to no one in particular. Goten worked at a small private greenhouse, making medicine juices simply by grinding them and generally assisting here and there. It wasn't the best of jobs, but it paid enough to support his apartment expenses. At least the co- workers were somewhat friendly to an extent.
The weary black-haired young man sighed, letting out his frustrations in that one breath. 'I wish life were that simple.' he thought wistfully as he continued his evening walk. So caught up in his thoughts, he didn't notice where he was going until his attention was caught by whirring sounds.
Turning, Goten spotted a young man practicing with a sword some few yards away in a nearby park. Curious, Goten walked closer to watch. Recognition, however, made him halt to an abrupt stop.
'Wait a minute. . .that's the same man I met on my way home from grocery shopping!' As Goten pondered this coincidence, he watched, slightly nervously, as the stranger stopped his training and turned- to look straight at him. Goten was even more creeped out when the purple haired lad smirked ever so slowly, the expression sending chills up and down the young man's spine. Not bothering to be polite like he usually would have, Goten immediately whirled around, trying to get as far away as possible from the strange man.
Finally, near a small candy store Goten stopped, heart beating, legs tired, and quite a deal more frightened than before. Was it just coincidence that he met the same man twice? And that the stranger seemed to know him?
'Does he want something from me?'
~~~~
Cold blue eyes narrowed once more, zeroing in on the same target watched all day as Goten ran. The deadly sword was lowered as the man relaxed, breathing deeply.
'You can run, but you can't hide.'
~~~~
"Stupid fish." Goten muttered, casting a dark glare at the dead fish floating in the tank. Not that it made much of a difference, but Goten didn't care at the moment. Mumbling incoherent words, the young man grimaced as he scooped up his dead companion and dumped it in the trashcan. Goten hated dead things, even if it was just a small goldfish.
A soft tap on the window caused Goten to quickly turn, startled. He debated with himself whether he truly did see that small flash of purple. . .oh well, it wasn't important. Goten shrugged, annoyed with himself for being so jumpy. 'So I saw that guy twice. . .what's the big deal? It doesn't mean anything.'
Suddenly feeling thirsty, Goten walked to the cupboard to grab a cup. A glass one was selected, and he made his way to the refrigerator.
Too bad he never got there.
Goten barely let out a startled shriek as a hand descended down to cover his mouth. The last thing he comprehended was the shattering of his drinking cup as it was dropped. Then, a blow was dealt to his head and Goten knew no more.