Evil is in the Eye of the Beholder:
Son Gohan the demon.
A/N: Let me say first that I have trashed the All is Gone fic and if
anyone for some bizarre reason wants me to:
A: Post the rest of it on ff.net,
B: Just mail it to them,
or C: continue it/redo it,
just e-mail me at LadyDarkQueen@Kirby64.zzn.com. Thanks.
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z and they are all trademarks of
whoever owns them.
I can't say I've never been tempted to use it... Of course, I can't say that I'm not afraid of it. Ever since I became Mystic, I *couldn't*. But... some part of me misses the raw savage power that coursed through my veins. It was nothing like the controlable fluid life that runs through my body now. It was an angry, evil, feeling... and I loved it.
A nineteen-year-old boy sat furiously scribbling in a black journal. He sat at a desk in a corner of the room, with the lamp casting nightime shadows on the walls. His eyebrows knitted together, perhaps in anger, maybe frustration, as the pen moved rapidly across the page. He gave the sheet a spiteful look, tore it out, and burned it to ashes with a mere flick of his finger and sullenly leaned back in his chair.
He was Gohan Son and an extremly disturbed person at the moment.
Gohan had had his share of odd dreams in his lifetime, but the one he had just woken from was only comprable in weirdness to the nightmares after his father was killed. The dream was, on the outside, nothing that the gentle scholar boy would do to anyone. But what had shaken him so was not his behavior in it, but that he had considered doing such things in the deep, black corners of his conciousness. The sai-jin side. The demon side.
Which of course was silly. He knew that most people thought about things and considered things that they shouldn't, but it still shook him up and some hybrid demon-human part of his mind told him with a very slight air of morbid glee that no one at all should think what he had thought:
Destroying the world.
Not directly of course, but by more sinister means. He wanted to go Super Sai-jin again, but if he did the world would end, the sheer force of the mystic/sai-jin power destroying it. He wanted to feel the unearthal rage again. The scholar Gohan wanted to be the most powerful being ever to live and that ever would live. Which he could do. Yet he couldn't.
There were two things that sort of held him back. One was Videl. Even in his darkened mood he blushed slightly at the thought of her. Quickly reprimanding himself (no Gohan, you are not Master Roshi) he thought of the far more frightening reason. Cell.
The demon that killed through he and his friends' inner demons. Had it not been for Trunks's careless wait, Kuriun's lust, Vegeta's arrogance, and his own power-drunk idiocy Goku would be alive. And the demon would not be perfect.
Gohan was afraid that his mind would be twisted by power if he ever sipped from that forbidden cup. What would he become? The next Cell or Freiza or Garlic Junior only to be defeated by the forces of good?
Another thought wound it's way through the labrinth of Gohan's mind. What if Freiza, Cell and Garlic thought they were good? He broke a pencil in agravation.
After all, evil is in the eye of the beholder.
To be continued...
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Please review! (the chapters will be much longer I promise)
Son Gohan the demon.
A/N: Let me say first that I have trashed the All is Gone fic and if
anyone for some bizarre reason wants me to:
A: Post the rest of it on ff.net,
B: Just mail it to them,
or C: continue it/redo it,
just e-mail me at LadyDarkQueen@Kirby64.zzn.com. Thanks.
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z and they are all trademarks of
whoever owns them.
I can't say I've never been tempted to use it... Of course, I can't say that I'm not afraid of it. Ever since I became Mystic, I *couldn't*. But... some part of me misses the raw savage power that coursed through my veins. It was nothing like the controlable fluid life that runs through my body now. It was an angry, evil, feeling... and I loved it.
A nineteen-year-old boy sat furiously scribbling in a black journal. He sat at a desk in a corner of the room, with the lamp casting nightime shadows on the walls. His eyebrows knitted together, perhaps in anger, maybe frustration, as the pen moved rapidly across the page. He gave the sheet a spiteful look, tore it out, and burned it to ashes with a mere flick of his finger and sullenly leaned back in his chair.
He was Gohan Son and an extremly disturbed person at the moment.
Gohan had had his share of odd dreams in his lifetime, but the one he had just woken from was only comprable in weirdness to the nightmares after his father was killed. The dream was, on the outside, nothing that the gentle scholar boy would do to anyone. But what had shaken him so was not his behavior in it, but that he had considered doing such things in the deep, black corners of his conciousness. The sai-jin side. The demon side.
Which of course was silly. He knew that most people thought about things and considered things that they shouldn't, but it still shook him up and some hybrid demon-human part of his mind told him with a very slight air of morbid glee that no one at all should think what he had thought:
Destroying the world.
Not directly of course, but by more sinister means. He wanted to go Super Sai-jin again, but if he did the world would end, the sheer force of the mystic/sai-jin power destroying it. He wanted to feel the unearthal rage again. The scholar Gohan wanted to be the most powerful being ever to live and that ever would live. Which he could do. Yet he couldn't.
There were two things that sort of held him back. One was Videl. Even in his darkened mood he blushed slightly at the thought of her. Quickly reprimanding himself (no Gohan, you are not Master Roshi) he thought of the far more frightening reason. Cell.
The demon that killed through he and his friends' inner demons. Had it not been for Trunks's careless wait, Kuriun's lust, Vegeta's arrogance, and his own power-drunk idiocy Goku would be alive. And the demon would not be perfect.
Gohan was afraid that his mind would be twisted by power if he ever sipped from that forbidden cup. What would he become? The next Cell or Freiza or Garlic Junior only to be defeated by the forces of good?
Another thought wound it's way through the labrinth of Gohan's mind. What if Freiza, Cell and Garlic thought they were good? He broke a pencil in agravation.
After all, evil is in the eye of the beholder.
To be continued...
________________________________________
Please review! (the chapters will be much longer I promise)