Yay! Another DBZ one-shot.

I don't own YuYu Hakusho. Wow. I'm retarded. Okay. Let's try that again.

I don't own DBZ.

So... yeah. This was the first other one-shot that I came up with, though it's the second I wrote. It's emo. Really, really emo. Beware.

So, I'll shut up and let the story do the talking! Enjoy "Forgotten Son"! Review! Check out my other fics.! Thanks much!

They say the youngest child is absolutely spoiled. The youngest gets everything they want with ease.

It's all lies. The youngest is always forgotten.

Sometimes I wonder, would it be different if I was a girl? I always correct myself quickly. No. Nothing would change. My brother would still be the spoiled and pampered one, and I would still be forgotten.

What if Gohan was a girl? Would I be forgotten then?

Maybe. I don't know how Mom would treat a daughter. She doesn't have any.

If I had been born first, would things be different?

...

Yes.

Absolutely yes.

But I wasn't, plain and simple. The cold, hard reality is that I was born second.

Second isn't good enough for my mom.

I wonder if she even remembers giving birth to me. Does she know that I'm still alive? Does she care?

Gohan remembers the day I was born.

He wasn't allowed into the room until after it was all over, of course. But he heard Mom's screams, and then mine, from the other side of the door.

He doesn't remember exactly what he asked – though Mom probably does. But I'm not going to ask her. He does remember that he asked how she was, and if he had a baby brother or a baby sister.

He remembers her response word-for-word.

"Oh, don't worry about me. How did you do on your test today?"

Not a single word about me.

He told me that story thinking I would find it funny.

I didn't.

But I laughed anyway.

"Yeah, that... sounds like Mom."

Gohan doesn't spend much time with me, either; he's always at school, or studying, or with Videl, or with Mom. Or training.

"Give up!" I want to scream at him. "You'll never be as good as Dad!"

And our mom knows it, too; it's like he's the only one who doesn't. But that's why she set him up to be a scholar. The world's greatest scholar.

Second-best just isn't good enough for her.

And what do you know? I'm second.

Gohan doesn't spend much time with me, but I know what I am to him. I'm his stupid wannabe kid brother.

I don't deny it. I want to be him. I don't give a crap about school and I like my freedom – but I envy the attention he gets from Mom. Even if he is her personal bodyguard/robot, I wish I got that kind of attention from her.

I don't know what Dad thinks of me. I don't really see him a lot. He's usually dead.

I bet Mom killed him.

Wouldn't put it past her.

But no matter what he thinks, no matter what Gohan thinks, all that matters is what Mom thinks. And obviously, it's that second-best isn't good enough. If you're in second place, you're the winning loser.

I'm second, so I'm forgotten.

No one would notice if I disappeared, would they?

I know the answer. Nobody else even knows I'm alive.

So no one would miss me if I was dead, right?

Right.

From what I've heard about dying, I'll be able to look down to watch what happens on Earth. I can watch and wait until someone notices I'm missing.

But I know I'll be waiting forever.

So why not?

I hope to Yama that I'm wrong, because nothing would be more disappointing than being right. But there's only one way to find out.

Looking forward to being mistaken, I smile to myself as I grab a fork and reach out with it for the wall socket.

- Kuramastrass -