Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, and I get no money for writing about it.
A/N:This kinda got born when our teacher was telling us about a guy my age who ended his own life.
Facts of Life.
Eyes raking the ground below franticly, head turning. Searching. Looking for the one who had taught him everything. The one who had laughed with him. Played with him. Talked with him. The only other who could truly understand what he was going through.
Rain pelted him, and nipped at the back of his neck. He welcomed the tingling pain. It kept him forcused. It was where he had hit him. Knocking him down. Left him to go fight Them.
Mind shuddering back from that reality, he angled down toward the soaking streets now below him. Ruined. Blackened. Destroyed.
He did not think that his mentor could possibly be here.
He turned his flight to search elsewhere, when he saw him. Lying in the mud. Eyes blank.
He landed softly, and ran to the still figure. Dropped to his knees, and shook him.
Nothing.
He was perfectly limp.
Perfectly dead.
He flung back his head, eyes filled with tears, brain tumbling end for end over itself. No coherent thoughts penetrated his mind: only images. Images of destruction, pain, suffering. And all of it intensified his own grief.
Completely Dead.
A scream filled the air around him. A roar almost, but so filled with loss that it seemed inhuman. Feral. A blinking neon light caused weirdling shadows about him.
Utterly Dead.
Monsters. They where monsters! Taunting voices, smiling lips, shining hair. Blood of millions dripping from their hands.
Entirely Dead.
The very earth seemed to respond to his cry. Fire swirled, and rain poured harder.
Dead.
Eyes closed as he bowed to the ground. The agony seemed to crush him. Fists clenched. Pounding the ground.
Forever dead.
The only father he had ever know.
Gohan.