Breaking Point
Chapter 3
I don't own any of DBZ.
Ok right, first I didn't really write this fast! But these are pre-written chapters. In fact I've got two more that I will post tomorow. But after that it will slow down, as I currently have writers block!! AHH!! :(
"I don't believe it!" Bulma said numbly, after Piccolo explained what had happened. He'd told her that Chichi and Goten were dead, but not how violent their deaths had been, no one needs to know that. He wished could rid that memory from his mind, he was going to have nightmares for weeks.
"What's wrong with him?" Piccolo asked, he was looking at Gohan, who was on the bed in the conner. He was being given tranquillisers intravenously, as they didn't want him to wake up just in case it was Kortus who woke up. Plus no one had ever needed to sedate a saiyan for prolonged periods before, so they had no idea how much was needed to keep him under, hence the intravenous feed.
"My best guess is split personally." Bulma said. Piccolo gave her a 'what the hell do you mean' kind of look. Bulma sighed, sometimes she wondered if she should start at the bottom level instead of trying to widen their knowledge.
"Split personally is when two, sometimes more, completely separate personalities exist in one body." She said. Piccolo gaped.
"And that's what's happened to Gohan?" He asked.
"I think so." Bulma said, biting her lip. "The thing is, that it usually happens at a young age, and when someone is faced with an extreme situation that the original personality can't deal with."
"Kortus said he was born, when Goku and I fought Garlic Junior."
"That sounds about right." Bulma said, "Gohan, was what, about four? He definitely wouldn't have coped with that."
"He also said that when ever we've seen Gohan's true power, it had been him."
"Mmm, that would explain why Gohan never remembered." She frowned. "But why has he come out now? And why kill his family?"
"Maybe this will help." Vegeta said. Bulma gave a start, he was standing right behind her.
"Kami! Vegeta don't do that!" She yelped. Vegeta smirked.
"Do what, woman!?" He asked. At least Vegeta seems back to normal, Piccolo thought.
"You know what! Sneak up on me like that!" Bulma almost yelled.
"I didn't sneak up on you!" Vegeta said. "I've been here quite a while!" Piccolo knew that was a lie, but sometimes he suspected that Vegeta just enjoyed getting Bulma mad. Piccolo then noticed that Vegeta was holding a small book.
"What's that?" He asked. Vegeta looked at him, his smirk fading.
"I found it in Gohan's bedroom and..." Vegeta paled and trailed off. Piccolo recognised that look, and didn't even want to know what else Vegeta had found in Gohan's bedroom. Bulma snatched the book out of Vegeta's hand. His eyes narrowed alittle, but he didn't say anything.
Bulma looked at the book, it seemed to be a journal, there was a name on the inside of the front cover: Son Gohan. It was Gohan's journal. She knew she shouldn't be doing it, even as she turned to the first entry.
They all say how amazing I was, that I was unbeatable, that the small Cells stood no chance against me, that I saved their lives by getting the senzu beans back from Cell. That I'd beaten him up so badly that Android 18 was spat out by Cell, that he was so desperate that he decided to destroy him self and the world with him. But I don't remember any of it! All I remember was seeing Cell step on Android 16's head, then Cell was about to explode and dad was sacrificing himself to save us all. That was three months ago now. Mum's pregnant, though she hasn't told me yet, I just know. I don't ask me how, but I think I can smell it, kinda weird I know. Anyway that's not what I'm writing this for. It happened again yesterday. It's the third time since Cell. The others had been just minutes like I'd fainted or something, but this one lasted hours, and I still have no idea what happened. One minute I was studying, the next I'm by the river, miles from home. It had felt like I'd just had the most intense training session with Mr Piccolo. Mum was so furious with me when I got home that she didn't listen to me about not remembering anything. Kami, I wish dad were still here, at least with him around I got some time off studying. Anyway if anymore of these things happen I'm going to write them in this book. Maybe then it'll make more sense.
So that evil bastard Kortus was right, Bulma thought, Gohan really wasn't in control when he faced Cell. Bulma flicked though the rest of the entries. Oh Kami, Gohan. She thought. Why hadn't you said anything to us about these blackouts? There were pages of dates, sometimes with estimated lengths of time. Some with comments like, 'Woke in West City.' or 'Missed dinner, mum furious.' The last entry was dated as last week.
Bulma turned the last page and almost dropped the book. Scribbled across the last page was hand writing nothing like the neat writing of Gohan, this was written in anger.
ALL MUST DIE! ALL MUST DIE! DEATH TO GOHAN! DIE GOHAN! DIE ALL THAT HE LOVES, ALL THAT LOVES HIM!
GOHAN WILL DIE, KORTUS WILL LIVE! KORTUS FOREVER. NO MORE WAITING! GOTEN FIRST!
On the other page there was a red hand print, and two words under it, in the same writing as the page before. IT BEGINS! A shiver ran down Bulma's spine, at one part in particular. Die all that he loves, all that loves him. It was like seeing your own death warrant.
"That's blood." Vegeta said. Bulma hadn't realised that Vegeta was looking over her shoulder. "Goten's blood." Bulma didn't even want to know how Vegeta knew that. She knew saiyans had heightened senses, but how did Vegeta know what Gotens blood smelt like.
"Don't ask." Piccolo said as if he'd read her mind. Bulma swallowed hard, and turned to the computer. Still with shaking hands she started imputing some of the dates from the journal.
"What are you doing?" Vegeta asked.
"I'm running a search on some of these dates." Bulma said. "If Kortus is as bad as you say, I doubt the blackout were filled with fun days at the park." The computer beeped, that was fast. Bulma read what come up on the screen, and wished she hadn't.
Every date she'd entered, had an unsolved crime attached to it. Disappearances, mutilated corpses and animals. Each getting worse like who ever was doing it was learning as he went. Some of the victims had their limbs removed with a blow touch, according to the report, but Bulma guessed that had to be a ki blast. Some of the victims had been alive for some of the mutilation. Bulma shuddered, and turned away from the screen, but both Piccolo and Vegeta were still reading. Bulma looked towards Gohan and froze.
"Em, guys," She said.
"What is it woman!?"
"Em, Gohan's gone." She said, and before she had completely finished, the room was filled with a harsh wind and she was alone.
Gohan couldn't think straight, why did he feel so groggy? He struggled to gain more coherent thoughts, it worked, and he was able to concentrate on one thing for longer than two seconds. It seemed like what ever was causing this, was being fought by his saiyan physiology like it was just another battle to be won.
As it became easier to think, Gohan realised that he was being sedated, but why would that be? And why had Vegeta knocked him out? It didn't make any sense. All he wanted was to go home. Mum would be really worried. No! She'd been screaming. She was in danger, she had needed him, and they stopped him from going to her. Why, Kami, why!? It didn't make any sense, they were his friends! Now Gohan felt that he might be able to move.
His eye lids fluttered and Kortus opened his eyes. Everything was out of focus, he concentrated and his vision cleared, he looked to his left. There was the cause, there was an I.V line going into his arm. Very clever, he thought, but you forgot one thing, your dealing with a saiyan. He considered blasting it, but that would alert them to his waking state. As quickly as he dared he reached up and pulled the I.V out of his arm. He instantly felt better. He looked over and saw, Vegeta, Piccolo and Bulma standing on the other side of the room. He smirked, this is getting more interesting, they have brought me exactly where I wanted to be.
He needed to be stealthy. He couldn't face those two, until he was sure that Gohan had been dealt with. As quickly and as quietly as he could he pushed the sheets off him and stood. A wave of dizziness threatened to overwhelm him, and he grabbed the edge of the bed for support. It passed quickly, as the last of the sedative left his system.
He glanced at the others in the room. Good, no one had noticed him. He suppressed his ki as far down as he could and made his way to the door. Good the door was open, at least he wouldn't have to worry about that making a noise. He slipped out into the hall, and looked either way. Then smirked as he felt a strong ki somewhere to his left. Kortus turned and headed that way.
It didn't take long to locate the ki. He looked at the door in front of him, it had a sigh hanging on it; Trunks's room. Kortus blinked in surprise. Really? He thought. He hadn't expected Trunks to be so strong, he was still only six after all. Kortus shrugged and opened the door.
Trunks was standing in the middle of the room, wearing his usual green gi, it looked like he'd been shadow fighting. He stopped and looked over at Kortus, who'd had just crossed the threshold
"Hi, Gohan!" He said. Kortus chuckled and closed the door behind him.
"Tell me, Trunks do you miss your friend?" He asked. Trunks frowned a little.
"Goten? I saw him yesterday." He said. Kortus chuckled again, now Trunks started to get nervous.
"Your going to see him again very soon." Kortus blurred out and appeared right in front of Trunks, who took a step backwards, and stared up at him in fear.
"Your not Gohan!" He stuttered. Kortus fixed him with a glare, then smirked.
"Smart kid." He said, with that brought both hands down either side of Trunks's neck, and his head popped off like a champagne cork. Kortus smiled at the thought.
