A young boy sat on his bed. It's been almost seven years since his father had died. It was pitch black. He rolled over. The lightning outside lightened the outline of his face. He couldn't sleep so he walked over to his desk. He turned on his computer and opened up the note pad. He sat their typing as fast as he could to get the words out. He finished in twenty minutes. He put it in a folder and saved it and went to bed, without shutting the computer down. The light woke his six year old brother up and he went to see what it was. He went to the computer and sent the message to everyone in his email box.
When checking their email those contacts received an email with his musings.
Why did you leave.
Was it because of me.
Was I a bad son.
Or a bad fighter,
Were you ashamed of me.
Did I ruin your life.
Was I not worth living for.
Didn't you know I was scared
I cried when you left.
I got pity from others.
Am I not what you wanted.
Am I not worthy of you.
Did you want a better son.
Did you want a girl.
Am I an abomination to you.
Was it something I did.
Or something I said.
Was I too weak.
Was I too strong.
Am I not a perfect kid.
Am I a mistake.
Didn't you love us.
Didn't you care.
Are you siding with Vegeta.
Are we worthless.
Are we something you didn't want.
Are we not full blooded sayians.
Are we abominations to your race.
Answer me.
Are we.
Or...
Aren't we.
I hated when you left.
I hated you chose not to come back.
I hated that you were the Goku.
The saviour of earth.
Not just earth.
The whole universe.
I hated how you were always acting dumb.
You made mum make me a scholar.
She wanted me to be the opposite of you.
I didn't have a child hood.
She was always yelling.
'Stay home Gohan.'
'Be a scholar Gohan.'
When she says this I only say.
'I want to be normal.'
She would always say
'Your not normal Gohan.'
So I would die.
I would die because your not here.
Your not here helping.
So I tried.
So I tried to kill myself.
Mum was scared but I couldn't care.
She blames Vegeta.
But I blame you.
You make ME defeat cell.
You get ME kidnapped.
By MY UNCLE.
My UNCLE.
Don't they love their nephews.
Don't they help their nephews.
They don't try and kill their nephews.
Now do they.
Now tell me they don't.
Tell me only sayians do.
Tell me that since I'm half alien.
That I will be hurt more.
Killed more.
Tormented more.
Than anyone on the planet.
I thought
O.k.
I'm not alone
I will be safe.
Vegeta will help.
Even though he tried to kill me.
He was not the one.
He swore he would be.
He swore he would be the one to kill you.
The great Kakorott.
He didn't.
He didn't get the chance to kill you.
You killed yourself.
You couldn't take it.
You couldn't stand that you made your son stronger.
Your son was the strongest in the worlds.
It seems the strongest to ever live.
But everyone still loves you
Every one knows you.
No one knows me.
Hercule stole my fame.
Hercule stole my victory.
Hercule stole my pride.
Vegeta says I should blast him.
Sounds right, ha?
The great prince Vegeta.
Scared of a descendant of a low level sayian.
Grandson of bardock.
The sayian to have said went crazy on a mission.
Who died before seeing his only child.
His child who didn't destroy his rightful planet.
An for that you were hunted.
But never killed.
You were killed.
But only by your own will.
You went to fight.
You wanted to save the world.
Killing and fighting.
Traits that are in your blood.
That you had to give to me.
You marry royalty.
Yet you fight.
Not for money.
Nor for fun.
You fight to satisfy a lust within you.
Not passion.
Nor envy.
Nor any sin in the bible.
Mum teaches us about sin.
She teaches us about life.
Love.
Pain.
Suffering.
Things she lives with every day.
You fought to die.
You fight for loyalty.
Even when you settled down.
Vegeta settled down.
Remember.
He has Trunks.
And Bulma.
He told me something.
The other day.
He once lived for the pleasure of the kill.
Now.
However he lives for something else.
Love.
The love that has grown.
For his wife.
His child.
Couldn't you be content.
Couldn't you see you had a wife.
A child.
And one more to come.
Couldn't you be content.
With our love.
The happiness we had once.
Now I'm here.
I'm writing.
What I have wanted to say for.
I wonder if even Dende knows.
I found someone who can under stand.
Someone who has lost a parent.
Though.
The person is not someone I would.
Normally be with.
But.
Sorrow and pain.
Have ways of putting unlikely people together.
I miss you.
I hate you.
I love you
When he awoke that morning his brother's actions were clearly see able.
MESSAGE SENT