Weee! you asked for it so you got it, the secound chapter! Woohooooo! ^-^
Chi-Chi sighed as she finneshed whiping off a picture frame with her cloth, and placing it back gently down on the coffee table. Her eyes were filled with a gentle sadness as she scopped the picture. It was her little boy...her sweet little Gohan and her gead husband Goku, hugging onto each other. She breathed in deeply, shuddering a bit and she covered her mouth. Her Goku was dead..and she never knew if her Gohan would be the same again. He was so...different, he almost scared her with his changes. She stood down picking up her bottle of dusting fluid, and walked backinto the kitchen. She washed her hands and just stood there, feeling the cool liguid bathe her fragile hands. Her eyes were like glass. Still...lost even. Mabey she was feeling this way because of being pregnant. Yeah. That was it, she couldn't really remember much back in the day she was pregnant with Gohan, so it was a good possibility. And as for Gohan... "I'm sure...it'll pass, it's just stress...it'll pass..." She sighed once more, dried her hands on her apron, and continued her cleaning. Everything would be alright, Gohan would get back to normel, she would, and they'de start a new life...with a new family member. She rose her chin to look at the ceiling, clossed her eyes and smiled. "I'll bet he'll look just like you Goku..." She stood a moment more, then left the room to continue her work.
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Gohan moaned once more, clutching his head tightly. "No...what's...what's going on?..."
Images began flashing in his head, like lighting, and just as sharp. Images of Cell, and his fists flying, and then Gohan's fists matching them. Their eyes were a devilish red, and Gohan had a smirk that could send shivers down the Devil's spine. This Gohan in the sights was of pure evil, and in reality, Gohan was shaking. This was him? No..no it couldn't be...it just couldn't...
Just then heard something, a voice, coming from...somewhere. "Kill him...thrive on your thirst for blood. It's what you want...you love to hurt...cause more pain." "Who are you!?" he shouted, his hands clenching into fists. "I'm you Gohan, the real you, you try to fool yourself and those around you into believing something false, when you Gohan, you are evil, you can't deniye it, it's true" "Damn you shut up! Stop talking to me!" "You can't escape me Gohan, I'm you" "Leave!!" "Don't fool yourself" "NOW!! Stop it!!!!" And then...the visions stopped..and the voice fled. Gohan fell forward, keeping himself up by his hands. He gasped for breath and dripped heavily in swet. What was that?? that couldn't have been...
His head shot up, his eyes wide. That was him? Who he was?...no..no...He was a killer?
Yes.
He hurt people..and enjoyed it?
Yes.
No..no stop.
It was true..
No it couldn't be..
He fealt like he was arguing with himself...dammit all this was turning him into a skitzo...
He finaly stood up, taking calmer breaths, and looked to the sky. He always fealt comfort looking at it, he'd often done it while being trained by Piccolo so many years ago..he chuckled a bit remembering. He'd often anoy the hell outa Piccolo telling him to play games with him like name the cloud and things. Man...who would have thought the person destined to tame the wild Piccolo Daimio...was but a small boy, and Goku's offspring no less...
Sighing he began to walk. It was almost as if the answer he'd been wanting had just smacked him in the face. "I can't go back...at least not till I find out what's wrong with me...I have to find out what this is...who this is. If it really is making these desicions. I...I have to just stay away..." His fist got tight thinking about this. He was becoming his Father, staying away thinking it would help others. Gohan trully believed it wouldn't be any different and bad things would still happen, whether he was there or not...but for him it was different, HE'D be the bad things happening. He wouldn't be able to live knowing he'd braught any pain, expecialy physical pain, to any of his loved ones. His Mother. His eyebrows furrowed and he look stearnly ahead of him.
"I can't go back"
He began to walk, his destination unkown. Mabey he could journey, even to other planets, anything it took to find the answers he wanted. But he'd need a ship..like a capsole or..something...he sighed and put his hands in his pockets. He couldn't afford to feel bad about this, but he just couldn't tell anyone. Expecialy Piccolo or Krillin, they'de go right after him, and he couldn't have that, not only could they get hurt, they'de just be in the way...
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Piccolo had been watching him for some time. ever since he'd gone out there, even though he promised to leave him be, he'd had a feeling he'd be needed close by. He wanted wanted to jump out and help when he saw the boy fall to his knees, but then Gohan would just have been angered, knowing that Piccolo had lied to him, and he wouldn't have even been able to get any words out. He sighed watching Gohan walk away..."Gohan...be careful..." He looked down, almost sadly. He never really ever showed his emotions, but they were boiling. He wanted to help him, but he was helpless. This boy was, in their knowledge, the strongest in the universe, and he, a mear Namekian, could do nothing to ease his pain...He clossed his eyes and shook his head. Damn it...
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As he walked, unknowing to him, a small smirk spread on the boy's lips. He was nervous, confused, and distressed...and loving every minute of it...too bad he didn't sense the young girl perched in a tree right beside him. She was little, 7 or 8, and smiling. Gohan would never see it coming...
AHHH! I know! shortness, but I'll do better! I promise Momma! I will! *prack falls*
Chi-Chi sighed as she finneshed whiping off a picture frame with her cloth, and placing it back gently down on the coffee table. Her eyes were filled with a gentle sadness as she scopped the picture. It was her little boy...her sweet little Gohan and her gead husband Goku, hugging onto each other. She breathed in deeply, shuddering a bit and she covered her mouth. Her Goku was dead..and she never knew if her Gohan would be the same again. He was so...different, he almost scared her with his changes. She stood down picking up her bottle of dusting fluid, and walked backinto the kitchen. She washed her hands and just stood there, feeling the cool liguid bathe her fragile hands. Her eyes were like glass. Still...lost even. Mabey she was feeling this way because of being pregnant. Yeah. That was it, she couldn't really remember much back in the day she was pregnant with Gohan, so it was a good possibility. And as for Gohan... "I'm sure...it'll pass, it's just stress...it'll pass..." She sighed once more, dried her hands on her apron, and continued her cleaning. Everything would be alright, Gohan would get back to normel, she would, and they'de start a new life...with a new family member. She rose her chin to look at the ceiling, clossed her eyes and smiled. "I'll bet he'll look just like you Goku..." She stood a moment more, then left the room to continue her work.
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Gohan moaned once more, clutching his head tightly. "No...what's...what's going on?..."
Images began flashing in his head, like lighting, and just as sharp. Images of Cell, and his fists flying, and then Gohan's fists matching them. Their eyes were a devilish red, and Gohan had a smirk that could send shivers down the Devil's spine. This Gohan in the sights was of pure evil, and in reality, Gohan was shaking. This was him? No..no it couldn't be...it just couldn't...
Just then heard something, a voice, coming from...somewhere. "Kill him...thrive on your thirst for blood. It's what you want...you love to hurt...cause more pain." "Who are you!?" he shouted, his hands clenching into fists. "I'm you Gohan, the real you, you try to fool yourself and those around you into believing something false, when you Gohan, you are evil, you can't deniye it, it's true" "Damn you shut up! Stop talking to me!" "You can't escape me Gohan, I'm you" "Leave!!" "Don't fool yourself" "NOW!! Stop it!!!!" And then...the visions stopped..and the voice fled. Gohan fell forward, keeping himself up by his hands. He gasped for breath and dripped heavily in swet. What was that?? that couldn't have been...
His head shot up, his eyes wide. That was him? Who he was?...no..no...He was a killer?
Yes.
He hurt people..and enjoyed it?
Yes.
No..no stop.
It was true..
No it couldn't be..
He fealt like he was arguing with himself...dammit all this was turning him into a skitzo...
He finaly stood up, taking calmer breaths, and looked to the sky. He always fealt comfort looking at it, he'd often done it while being trained by Piccolo so many years ago..he chuckled a bit remembering. He'd often anoy the hell outa Piccolo telling him to play games with him like name the cloud and things. Man...who would have thought the person destined to tame the wild Piccolo Daimio...was but a small boy, and Goku's offspring no less...
Sighing he began to walk. It was almost as if the answer he'd been wanting had just smacked him in the face. "I can't go back...at least not till I find out what's wrong with me...I have to find out what this is...who this is. If it really is making these desicions. I...I have to just stay away..." His fist got tight thinking about this. He was becoming his Father, staying away thinking it would help others. Gohan trully believed it wouldn't be any different and bad things would still happen, whether he was there or not...but for him it was different, HE'D be the bad things happening. He wouldn't be able to live knowing he'd braught any pain, expecialy physical pain, to any of his loved ones. His Mother. His eyebrows furrowed and he look stearnly ahead of him.
"I can't go back"
He began to walk, his destination unkown. Mabey he could journey, even to other planets, anything it took to find the answers he wanted. But he'd need a ship..like a capsole or..something...he sighed and put his hands in his pockets. He couldn't afford to feel bad about this, but he just couldn't tell anyone. Expecialy Piccolo or Krillin, they'de go right after him, and he couldn't have that, not only could they get hurt, they'de just be in the way...
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Piccolo had been watching him for some time. ever since he'd gone out there, even though he promised to leave him be, he'd had a feeling he'd be needed close by. He wanted wanted to jump out and help when he saw the boy fall to his knees, but then Gohan would just have been angered, knowing that Piccolo had lied to him, and he wouldn't have even been able to get any words out. He sighed watching Gohan walk away..."Gohan...be careful..." He looked down, almost sadly. He never really ever showed his emotions, but they were boiling. He wanted to help him, but he was helpless. This boy was, in their knowledge, the strongest in the universe, and he, a mear Namekian, could do nothing to ease his pain...He clossed his eyes and shook his head. Damn it...
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As he walked, unknowing to him, a small smirk spread on the boy's lips. He was nervous, confused, and distressed...and loving every minute of it...too bad he didn't sense the young girl perched in a tree right beside him. She was little, 7 or 8, and smiling. Gohan would never see it coming...
AHHH! I know! shortness, but I'll do better! I promise Momma! I will! *prack falls*
