Title: My Vietnam
Author: Slick
Summary: My first fanfic with a song in it, I forgot what its called.. Anyway the song is My Vietnam by Pink set in Gohan's world with a little of A/U, takes place in Gohan's POV
If put between these ~~ its part of the song
Its my first one so don't kill me ah!!!! ~Frying pan misses head~ R&R AH!!!!! I tweaked the song abit nothing too big AHH VCR DUCK FOR COVER!
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or Pink's song My Vietnam so don't sue me!
Gohan smiled as his father left the room after another chat. His father was a great warrior who saved the world many times. He was a teen now and he still thought his dad was the greatest man alive.
~Daddy was a soldier, He taught me about freedom, Peace and all of the great things, That we take advantage of~
He thought about the time he went to West City for groceries and how he gave food to the homeless. How they smiled at him as he asked them questions politely and they answered him almost as if they were glad someone was talking to them without saying, "Get A Job" or "Food? I bought it with my money go out and earn it."
~Once I fed the homeless, I'll never forget, The looks upon their faces as I, Treated them with respect~
They were yelling again. Sometimes he couldn't take it, every night they would fight and usually he found out who won by listening. It was a nightmare sometimes; sometimes it would last for hours.
~This is my Vietnam, I'm at war, Life keeps on dropping bombs, And I keep score~
All was quiet again, he figured it was his mom who won, she usually did. At the thought of his mom he remembered how he stormed out of the house that morning as she grounded him for getting up late. She sure made him pissed sometimes.
~Mama was a lunatic, she liked to push my buttons, she said I wasn't good enough, but I guess I wasn't trying~
He remember how he came home with his report card and he had only gotten one B+ on it with the rest A's. She had yelled at him telling him to shape up. Sometimes he wished he didn't have to go to school or study. He knew it all already anyway
~Never liked school that much, They tried to teach me better, But I just wasn't hearing it, Because I thought I was already pretty clever~
He still tried to please her though for some reason, he didn't know why but he just did. It just wasn't ever enough, never ever enough.
~What do you expect from me, What am I not giving you, What could I do for you, To make me ok in your eyes~
They started fighting again, when would it stop? He couldn't wait till he was old enough to move out, it would be bliss, utter bliss
~This is my Vietnam, I'm at war, Life keeps on dropping bombs, And I keep score~
Author: Slick
Summary: My first fanfic with a song in it, I forgot what its called.. Anyway the song is My Vietnam by Pink set in Gohan's world with a little of A/U, takes place in Gohan's POV
If put between these ~~ its part of the song
Its my first one so don't kill me ah!!!! ~Frying pan misses head~ R&R AH!!!!! I tweaked the song abit nothing too big AHH VCR DUCK FOR COVER!
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or Pink's song My Vietnam so don't sue me!
Gohan smiled as his father left the room after another chat. His father was a great warrior who saved the world many times. He was a teen now and he still thought his dad was the greatest man alive.
~Daddy was a soldier, He taught me about freedom, Peace and all of the great things, That we take advantage of~
He thought about the time he went to West City for groceries and how he gave food to the homeless. How they smiled at him as he asked them questions politely and they answered him almost as if they were glad someone was talking to them without saying, "Get A Job" or "Food? I bought it with my money go out and earn it."
~Once I fed the homeless, I'll never forget, The looks upon their faces as I, Treated them with respect~
They were yelling again. Sometimes he couldn't take it, every night they would fight and usually he found out who won by listening. It was a nightmare sometimes; sometimes it would last for hours.
~This is my Vietnam, I'm at war, Life keeps on dropping bombs, And I keep score~
All was quiet again, he figured it was his mom who won, she usually did. At the thought of his mom he remembered how he stormed out of the house that morning as she grounded him for getting up late. She sure made him pissed sometimes.
~Mama was a lunatic, she liked to push my buttons, she said I wasn't good enough, but I guess I wasn't trying~
He remember how he came home with his report card and he had only gotten one B+ on it with the rest A's. She had yelled at him telling him to shape up. Sometimes he wished he didn't have to go to school or study. He knew it all already anyway
~Never liked school that much, They tried to teach me better, But I just wasn't hearing it, Because I thought I was already pretty clever~
He still tried to please her though for some reason, he didn't know why but he just did. It just wasn't ever enough, never ever enough.
~What do you expect from me, What am I not giving you, What could I do for you, To make me ok in your eyes~
They started fighting again, when would it stop? He couldn't wait till he was old enough to move out, it would be bliss, utter bliss
~This is my Vietnam, I'm at war, Life keeps on dropping bombs, And I keep score~
