Never A Saviour
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Days had passed as the constant yipping and yapping of fans from around the world was slowly coming to an end. Peace and quiet was exactly what the young Son boy needed in these hard times. He and his mother had gone through something similar before, but that was something everyone knew was just temporary. This last mistake had cost a life in full and it was taking it's toll on just about anyone who knew the guy.
But no one was taking it harder than the last person to see his magnificent smile. He was having the hardest time of all. At the moment he wasn't doing anything really out of the ordinary. You know, if doing college level Algebra was out of the ordinary for an Eleven year old boy that is.
"Grr." He grit his teeth and vehemently erased the answer he had down. It had been like that for the past hour or so. It wasn't because he didn't know the answer, something was just scratching him in the back of his mind that something with the picture in front of him was wrong. It was supposed to be there as a happy reminder of how great things had been and that that shouldn't change.
But it bother him. It angered him almost. To no end did the picture of him smiling next to his late father anger him. He didn't hate the man for leaving behind his family again. He couldn't ever hate the man who raised him to be the strong young man he was, but no one ever told the young Saiyan half breed that he couldn't hate himself. Ya know, if you didn't include Vegeta or Piccolo. But they didn't know what it was like to have the blood of your own father on your hands. They didn't know what it was like to see the man you looked up to disappear in an instant. No one knew. No one understood.
It was just frustrating holding it all in. He had to be the man of the house while also maintaining a high enough Grade Point Average that would earn him the best education possible. He wasn't entirely against it, but at the moment it wasn't what he needed to get this itchy scratchy feeling out of his head. He shook his head, took a deep breathe and swig of his glass of water before returning to his book.
He was deep in reading when it happened again. Drips and drops of red had littered his once white text book. "M-m-m-m-m" His hands shook. His pencil dropped to the floor where the tip broke and released a small pool of some red liquid all over his floor.
"MOM! MOM!"
From the kitchen the middle aged woman rushed to her only son's bedroom. When she opened the door she found that he was on his knees staring at his hands with his desk looking like it's usual mess.
"G-Gohan? Is everything all right?" Chi Chi was scared for her son. This wasn't the first time in the past couple of days she found him like this. The last time it happened though it was much more frightening, she didn't know what was going on. This time was no different.
"Bl-blood. I-it's everywhere. Why won't it go away! Mom!"
Chi Chi looked around the room, there wasn't a sign of the red goo anywhere. What was her young boy talking about? Was he seeing things? He must have been. Was this the product of all that guilt that built up over time? She took his hands into her own and closely observed them.
"Hunny there's nothing wrong. There's no blood! There's nothing on your hands. There's nothing on your desk. There's no blood anywhere. Please Gohan. Listen to me, please!"
He felt his body shake from some outside force but ignored it. He continued staring down at his blood stained hands. Where did it come from? How long had it been there? And why won't it go away?
Slowly he stood up, leaving his worried mother to just sit there and be another bystander to his grand show. Yes, that's all it was. This was just some crazy 'ole game his mind was playing to mess with him. Why? Because it had nothing better to do. Or at least that's what he thought.
He rushed to the nearest bathroom and quickly turned the nobs. the friction he was creating with his hands was enough to take out the power in a small home. Faster and faster he scrubbed as he tried to wash away the blood from his battle stricken palms, but it just didn't seem to be doing him any good.
Five more minutes and he had basically wasted away an entire bar of soap to clean his already white hands. Chi Chi could only stand by and watch as her son went completely off his rocker and lost it.
Chi Chi slowly walked to the doorway of the small bathroom an just stood there watching in horror. In a moments time that she didn't see coming she was face to head with her only son. His head was dipped down looking at his hands once again.
"I-it's gone. It's finally gone. Can't you see mom? The blood. It's finally gone." His voice cracking and his body trembling gave away any signs of him trying to play it off as if he was all right. It was blatantly obvious that nothing was all right.
He brought his hands up to his nose in a crazed fashion and gave a big whiff. "But I can still smell it. It's not there anymore but I can still smell it. But it's all right 'cause no one can see it anymore, right? No one will mind if they can't see it right?"
The crooked smile he had bolted onto his face was by far the creepiest thing she had ever seen. So freaked out she did the only thing she could think of that could help. She brought the pain down on his head with the hardest object she could reach. It happened to be a hairbrush, it worked none-the-less.
Gohan cried out as he crouched down and gripped his head with both hands. "HEY! What was that for?"
"Gohan!" She pointed out towards the front door. "Go! Now! Leave! Get out!" Confusion struck the young scholar. What was this about all of the sudden.
"Bu-"
"No 'buts' mister. Out now! You need to get some fresh air and exercise!" Was that it? He felt relieved. For a second he thought he did something wrong to anger his mom.
"Oh, ok." Came a faint reply before he dropped his shoulder and walked through the door.
"What am I going to do with that boy? He's taking everything a lot worse than I expected. Ugh, I need to talk to Bulma. Maybe she'll know how to help."
"Open this damn door right now young lady!" Hercule's boisterous boom echoed through the walls.
On the other side of the door, Videl slipped on her headphones, turning the volume up to max, as she sat stubbornly on her bed, her back resting against her headboard.
"OPEN THIS DOOR NOW!" Hercule shouted as he rattled the door-handle. The door wouldn't budge, the damn thing was locked, as usual.
Videl scowled, watching the handle rattle, wondering if she could make him disappear into a puff of smoke by just willing it to happen.
"That's it Videl, you leave me no choice" Hercule yelled angrily, and the next thing Videl knew, her door caved in, and the enraged form of her father stood with his boot on the splintered wood, glaring daggers at her.
She gulped, and folded her arms stubbornly.
Hercule stormed her bed and yanked her earphones off.
"Where the hell were you?" He snarled, his large and hairy form towering over hers
"I was here. In my room." She replied curtly
"You were supposed to be at the parade, by your fathers side, waving to the crowd like a dutiful little daughter."
"Didn't feel like it. I'm so over all that crap. I'm sick of your stupid poses and your fake public appearances. "
"Don't you dare take that tone with your father Videl. I will not tolerate it." He waved a finger in her face. "Now, a very nice lady and her photographer from the magazine are waiting to meet you downstairs." He took a breath to calm himself down "I expect you in the dress Loli picked out for you in ten minutes" he gave her one last warning glare before he turned around
"No." Videl said tersely, watching as his back stiffened
"Don't test me Videl" Hercule warned
"I said NO. I'm not coming. And you can't make me...AH!" She screamed, when a painful grip on her arm practically hauled her out of bed.
"Get. Dressed." His grip on her arm tightened painfully, making red finger imprints on her fair flesh before he shoved her violently to the floor.
Videl curled her fingers into an angry ball and cursed her weakness. What she wouldn't give to have the strength to shove him right back. See how he likes to be picked on by someone bigger and stronger
"I hate you!" She screamed, hating herself even more for the tears flowing down her face, betraying her emotions.
"Ten minutes Videl, or I'll come up here and give you a real reason to hate me" he said threateningly, storming out of the derailed threshold.
Videl touched the bruising spot on her arm and decided then and there that she'd had enough of her father for one day. Scrambling to her feet, she pulled out an old 'Warrior Princess' bag and began shoving some clothes inside. She grabbed the framed photograph of her mother and shoved it in as well.
She didn't really know where she was gonna go, but she had an ATM card, so she'd just draw as much cash as she could and bugger off.
Creeping down the stairs, her face contorted in disgust as she heard the boisterous laughter of all the suck-ups no doubt fawning over her father in the lavish lounge.
She snuck into the kitchen and used the servants entrance to head out. No annoying butlers to blow her exit.
And as she meandered her way out of the giant property, the spot on her arm throbbing, her eyes darkened in cold reserve, she didn't care what she had to do, she would get stronger somehow, and then daddy dearest would get more than just a shove.
He didn't know why his mom told him to go out and get some air, but he wasn't about to complain about that. But, just getting some fresh air wasn't too hard of a task for someone who could circle the Earth in minutes if he wanted to. For what was really bothering him he needed to sit down and think about. Then he spotted it from high above the city.
It wasn't much but it was clean and there was no one there. He didn't know exactly where he was landing but there was a bench for him to sit on, and that was more than enough for him. He landed and took his seat on the wooden contraption. He didn't know what exactly he was doing there, but something in his mind told him that he needed to stop flying around and take in everything for a moment.
So he looked all around. It was a cool and breezy day. The trees around the area gave it the feel that he wasn't even in the city, but somewhere close to home. Home. What he wouldn't do to get a break from there. Just everything about it reminded Gohan of him. In every room there was at least one or two pictures with his smiling face on it. There was always going to be a spot in the young boy's heart, but forever more it would just be an empty hole waiting to be filled.
A hole where a huge bundle of happiness and joy should have been, and it was all his fault. He knew he shouldn't be doing it, but he had to be honest with himself. It was his fault. There was no one else to blame. His father even put all his trust in him to do what not even he could do. And all he could do was boast about how much strength he had.
He looked down at his hands, they were going to be clean for hours after how much soap was rubbed against his palms. There may have and there may not have been anything there to begin with, but it was still on him. It was with those hands that he could have defeated Cell and had enough time to get back home and celebrate with the rest of the world.
But instead he was sitting seemingly alone in a park in a seemingly lost area to society. He was ashamed of the damage he was capable. He couldn't stop the flooding rivers of emotions from flowing out of him. Quickly wiping his eyes his pounded the concrete floor below his feet creating a fissure about knee deep.
"Dammit. Dammit dammit dammit!" Pounding away at the ground he couldn't help feel that someone was watching him. He had to stop this pathetic act and clean himself up. He quickly tied his hands behind his head and started rocking back and forth in a crazed fashion.
"God dammit I'm too weak." His voice cracking through his cries. He squeezed his elbows over his face to hide any signs of weakness anyone might be able to see. Any on-lookers would surely just avoid someone like him though. Right?
"What's your problem kid?" Huh? Did he just hear someone? Was there another person there? Did they just see everything? He looked up from his pathetic state and saw a girl that couldn't be any older than him. She had a tight scowl on her face. What was her problem? Couldn't she see he just wanted to be left alone?
He quickly wiped his eyes and shot back.
"I don't have a problem! I'm just...I just got something in my eye is all." Her scowl didn't fade. No way she was buying it.
"Yeah, sure buddy. All kids your age sit alone in a secluded park just to get something out of their eyes."
He looked away, that stare of hers was probably contagious or something.
"S-so? What's it to you anyways?" *Sniff*
She took the open spot next to him and threw some popcorn she picked up from a street vendor into her mouth.
"Eh, I don't care. You're just another crybaby who ran away from home. Doesn't bother me none." Her loud tone seemed to have dropped to something deeper and lower. She bothered to throw a piece of popcorn his way just because.
"So, why are you here then? In a secluded area of the city in the most secluded area in the park. Huh? What's your excuse?"
Did he really just challenge her like that? Oh this was far from over. He was going to get an earful by the time she was done with him.
"My excuse? Um, I'm sorry. I don't think I heard that right. You're asking if I have a proper to excuse to run away from a home filled with nothing but fake ass friends and people who want to suck up to my dad and just take my picture? Is that what your asking? You're asking why I left a place where I have no privacy every waking second of my life? Well I don't know, I don't think I have a good enough excuse, buddy!"
"Oh. I'm sorry."
Sorry. She'd heard that enough for one lifetime.
"Yeah, well, don't be. It's not your fault." If she only knew.
There was an awkward silence between the two that lasted longer than she expected to even be there. She was at the same time enjoying and loathing this silence. It was something she wasn't granted at her own home let alone her own room. Her own sanctuary, why couldn't it be this quiet when she was there?
"Soooo. Why are you here?" She asked out of no where. He still had his head turned from before.
"Wh-what?"
"Why are you hear crying to yourself? Why is your life so bad? I already told you my reason. So out with it."
He was hesitant, he didn't want to say exactly what happened. That he's completely broken down after the passing of the only man who was brave enough to stand tall against those who were bigger than him.
"M-m-my my d-d-da-dad."
"Your dad too?"
"Y-yeah." He sighed remorsefully. What was with that high octane reaction of hers?
"God dammit I hate parents. They're all the same no matter how you look at it. They don't care about us at all. They just deal with us for a little bit and then they up and throw us away like last night's left-overs. I swear when I have a kid someday, IF I have a kid someday, that I'll treat them 100 times better than my father treats me."
What was she saying? Did she think his dad was as horrible as she was describing her own? No he could never think of him in that way. He was nothing but loving and did his very best to ensure his family's happiness.
"W-wait a second. I don't-"
"No need to explain. I understand. Your dad probably hits you. That's why you're covering your face, isn't it?"
No, not at all. Far from it. His dad hurting him? Not even close.
"I. Uh. Don't worry about it. It's nothing." He sighed. This girl just jumped to an out of this world conclusion without properly diffusing the situation. Although she couldn't be at fault, she was just angry with her own father.
"Hmph. No need to tell me twice. Anyways, I'm sick of this place already. 'Tsgotta negative feel to it." Yeah, it was the boy she sitting next to who was responsible for that.
She was just about out of reach when he reached his hand out and just about reached one of her digits.
"Heh?"
"Where are you going?"
"Wha? Are you kidding me? Man you really are a cry baby aren't ya? Sad. And where I'm going is none of your business. A crybaby like you should just go on back home before you get hurt out here in the real world." Her hand slipped from his grip as she began walking off.
"W-wait a second. What's your name?" Where did that come from? It took her by surprise as well. She stopped and turned her head back around.
"The name's Videl. Don't you forget it." She gave him a thumbs up and a bright white smile.
"Yeah. I won't."
A/N: Blargh! Thank you gue22 for writing that Videl Hercule argument. I for the life of me just couldn't bring myself to do it. This has been Zi-Dawg and gue22 from TeamDragonStar wishing you all happy readings and hope you enjoyed Chapter 2.