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A/N: Sorry this chapter's so short!!! The next one will be MUCH longer, I promise!
* Thought *
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Exactly 1 year ago…
Several clicks of a semi-automatic machine gun resounded through the sparsely furnished apartment. Goku looked down at the weapon, satisfied that it wouldn't accidentally go off, and placed it carefully inside an inconspicuous blue duffel bag. After making sure he had spare ammunition, he zipped the bag closed and flung it over his shoulder, turning to observe himself in the full-length mirror attached to the bedroom door.
With his dark denim jeans and slightly rumpled black t-shirt, he looked like any other college-age student. The duffel bag merely added to his generic facade, instead of making him stand out. The normalness of his appearance made him slightly uneasy, and he quickly reached out to open the door.
He made his way into the kitchen to grab some food before he left, but decided against it. With the state his stomach was in, he doubted that anything would stay down.
* This is it . . . no turning back. If I don't do this now, I'll never be able to do it *
Snatching a pair of mirrored black sunglasses from the table, he slipped them in his back pocket and made his way to the front door. Halfway there, a framed photograph on the wall caught his eye. He paused as if thinking something over, and reached up to take it off the wall.
A small smile touched his lips as he looked at the two boys in the picture. His thumb gently swept over the smooth glass, brushing over the face of a teenager about 12 or 13. He had an 18-year-old Goku in a headlock, and both were laughing so hard that their eyes were squeezed tightly shut.
"Gohan . . ."
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, clutching the picture tightly. When he opened them, his midnight black orbs were set with a firm resolve.
"Little bro, this is for you. Hopefully some day you'll understand why I'm doing this . . . and forgive me."
A/N: Sorry this chapter's so short!!! The next one will be MUCH longer, I promise!
* Thought *
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Exactly 1 year ago…
Several clicks of a semi-automatic machine gun resounded through the sparsely furnished apartment. Goku looked down at the weapon, satisfied that it wouldn't accidentally go off, and placed it carefully inside an inconspicuous blue duffel bag. After making sure he had spare ammunition, he zipped the bag closed and flung it over his shoulder, turning to observe himself in the full-length mirror attached to the bedroom door.
With his dark denim jeans and slightly rumpled black t-shirt, he looked like any other college-age student. The duffel bag merely added to his generic facade, instead of making him stand out. The normalness of his appearance made him slightly uneasy, and he quickly reached out to open the door.
He made his way into the kitchen to grab some food before he left, but decided against it. With the state his stomach was in, he doubted that anything would stay down.
* This is it . . . no turning back. If I don't do this now, I'll never be able to do it *
Snatching a pair of mirrored black sunglasses from the table, he slipped them in his back pocket and made his way to the front door. Halfway there, a framed photograph on the wall caught his eye. He paused as if thinking something over, and reached up to take it off the wall.
A small smile touched his lips as he looked at the two boys in the picture. His thumb gently swept over the smooth glass, brushing over the face of a teenager about 12 or 13. He had an 18-year-old Goku in a headlock, and both were laughing so hard that their eyes were squeezed tightly shut.
"Gohan . . ."
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, clutching the picture tightly. When he opened them, his midnight black orbs were set with a firm resolve.
"Little bro, this is for you. Hopefully some day you'll understand why I'm doing this . . . and forgive me."