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Hello guys, MegaRdaniels here trying something new for awhile. Just wanting to write something other than Ben 10 lol. I'll still write them of course, but I want to write something that I've never gotten a chance to write before. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this story as much as I have writing it! Please always leave reviews, they are always appreciated!
The Life and Times of Son Gohan
by
MegaRdaniels
I: A New World
Gohan opened his eyes, waking up from a major headache. He tried to get up, but the burn he felt from his broken arm pushed him back down. He hissed, trying to fight back his tears from slithering from his eyes. His heart thumped rapidly; he looked at the dumpster next to him and smacked his arm against it. He screamed time and time again until he popped his arm back into place. He rolled his arm around his shoulder as his heart relaxed.
Even though he struggled due to his injuries, he slowly got up; he turned around to the graffitied dumpster he might have slept on and noticed a black bat-shaped insignia plastered on the center of the front face of the container. He didn't pay much attention to it, nor did he try to analyze it. Normally he would have puked by the horrid smell resonating from the dumpster, but the pain he felt in his arm distracted him from throwing up.
He scanned his surroundings and discovered that he was in a dark alley. He took a closer observation and saw that he was in a large, noisy city. A city much closer to the ones back at home; however, this place was different.
It was dark and gloomy; it was filled with misery. On the surface it looked like a metropolis worth living, but he was not in that center. In fact he was in the belly of the beast. The belly where all food was digested and processed. He looked around and saw nothing but concrete and metal structures all around.
"Is this a dream? - or a horrific nightmare?" he asked, the sounds of the police overplayed his thoughts. Gohan took a deep breath to try to focus on his friend's energy.
But there was one problem. They weren't there. He tried to concentrate all of his energy, all of his strength in finding them. He could not locate their energy. He could not sense them.
"Guys?"
He tried again. Again nothing.
"Daddy?"
He tried again, and again and again until he lost the strength to continue.
"Daddy! Tien! Krillin! Yamcha! Piccolo! Where are you guys?" he yelled.
Thinking of the worse, he ran into the rain looking for help. He patted on random strangers, all of which pushed him away or just simply ignored him. Some even stared at him due to his black spiky hair assuming he was a rock band member or a mental case.
Suddenly, he tapped on one man's shoulder. The man turned around; he was a balding elderly man wearing a 2-piece suit accompanied with a black, fancy bow. He looked at Gohan curiously, "Do you know where I can find a phone?"
"There's a phone booth right there," said the man, "Are you trying to call someone?"
"Yes, I'm trying to contact my mother. I tried asking people if they could help but none of them responded. They either pushed me away or they'll ignore me entirely," he reported.
"Oh dear," said the man.
"Thanks," Gohan waved at the man. The Man waved back, however his face sunk after seeing Gohan, the 11 year old boy all alone. He turned to where he was waiting for his cab only to face the boy who was across the street in just a blink of an eye.
Gohan entered the phone booth and dialed his Mom's house number; he heard it ring but then...
"Sorry, but the number you dialed either is out of service or is not in of range. Please try again."
Gohan dialed again and the same message popped up again. He dialed again and again and again.
Nothing.
He hung up the phone and left the booth. The Man from across the street, reading his movement was saddened by the boy. Gohan sat on the curb looking up at where the man once stood only to be replaced by a cab. Drenched and soaked in water, Gohan was homeless and alone. He had no idea where he was and no one wanted help him. He strolled these streets looking in all directions for answers. Turns out they were a rare find.
Eventually, he gave up once his stomach started to churn. He had to look for some alternative for him to survive in this environment. The world was just too big for him in this universe. Eventually he came across a small Deli. It was rather a small bakery. The man serving what appeared to be a cinnamon bun was an obese, balding old man who wore a red and white striped shirt under a white robe and pants. His small Deli was bright enough for all to see.
As the thunder clapped, and the rain poured, Gohan ran to the Deli after the couple left. Once he crossed the street, the harsh wind blew his head back.
"Hey!" the Baker shouted, "Hey kid are you okay?"
Gohan ran to the Baker shivering after bathing in the cold, urban shower. He looked up at the concerned Baker who offered him a blanket, "Are you okay son?" he asked.
Gohan nodded, "I'm just cold sir."
"Where's your parents?"
"I-I don't know," he said.
"Have you tried calling them?" the Baker asked.
"Yes, but it would leave me a message that my Mother's number does not exist," Gohan continued, "I don't even know where I am or how I got here. I woke up next to a dumpster in an alley and here I am. After seeing my dad..." Gohan began to tear up, "I'm sorry."
"Whoa, whoa there man," the Baker wiped Gohan's tears with a clean, white piece of cloth, "No water works here. Say do you want a bagel or something kid?"
Gohan nodded, "But I have no money."
"It's on the house," said the Baker giving the bun to Gohan.
"Thanks," Gohan ate the cinnamon bun.
"Say where you from, kid?" he asked.
"Hercule City sir," Gohan answered.
The Baker arched his left brow in confusion signaling Gohan of this said confusion, "I've never heard of that town before. Is that somewhere in Europe?"
Gohan arched his brow in confusion too. Europe did not exist on his Earth or any continent. It was just one big supercontinent that covered one-quarter of the planet. He had to hide his ignorance from the Baker.
"No sir," Gohan said, "I'm not sure..."
"Jesus Christ," the Baker said.
"I'm sorry, sir."
"No, no, no," the Baker reassured, "It's quite okay. It's alright. Do you have a place to live or know anyone around here?"
Gohan nodded, "No sir."
The Baker pondered on this. A boy his age wondering around in a town he was unfamiliar with left behind by his parents to who knows what? That wasn't right. Especially in this type of night. He couldn't afford another mouth to feed, but he could help him out."
Just as Gohan was preparing to leave, the Baker stopped him, "Wait," he said, "Even though I couldn't afford to feed another at my place, I can offer you a job here and see to it that you have an apartment. It ain't nice but it would be enough for you until you're ready."
Gohan gave him a small smile, "Thanks sir."
...
After a few days of working with the Baker, I managed to save enough money to rent an apartment inside of the city. It wasn't fancy or luxurious like it was when he visited Bulma's place nor was it remote and family-like back in my own house. The apartment looked raggedy and messy. It looked more like a whorehouse more than anything. But it was something that I could afford at the moment. The bottom of the complex was perimetered by a barb wire fence and dead grass pooled on the front yard. It looked more like an Old Man River's yard to be frankly honest.
I was hosted by a nice young-ish lady in the lobby floor. She gave me the keys and the room number. I walked upstairs of the complex to the top floor. Once I got there, there was a door across from the one I believe I was assigned in. It had a clown face with the words: HA...HA...HA! written in red paint.
I best be on my guard at all times. I don't know if these people were going to shank me or something.
I opened the door with the key and well...behold I guess. It wasn't an apartment complex. It was a giant bedroom with a bathroom and a kitchen. The room was deathly brown and the floors were those of dead, fossilized bones masquerading as wood. The furniture was already in there so, no need to go to a Furniture Shop to buy some.
I went into the complex and closed the door. I turned on the lights only for them to basically hum.
Weird.
I hopped in my bed, which was in the far reaches of my room; my bum struck on something. I got up and well...it was a gun. Didn't know why it was there in the first place, I just put it to the side and not minding it.
"Father, I'm sorry," I said.
AN: Hello all! This is just something I want to jolt down for awhile now. Please tell me what you all think of this. Please always leave reviews, they are always appreciated.
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