Drabble IV
Monster
Word Count: 94
The thought hit him one night like a freight train. Between dying, training, and saving the world, he hadn't had time to think about it. But while lying in the hospital bed late at night the idea floated through the open window on the whisper of a summer breeze and froze him solid. He felt the floor vanish, his blood ran cold and it was only her urging in his ear that reminded him to breathe.
"Goku, what's wrong?" She whispered, stroking his hair soothingly while he sobbed into her chest.
"I killed Grandpa."