1 Chapter 3
Gohan had slept little after that dream, and had decided to go for an early morning drive. Long ago Gohan had found that he liked driving much more than flying. When he was driving he didn't have to do any actual work, and the radio did help take his mind off things. Things like strange nightmares. It was only seven in the morning, and Gohan still had not eaten anything. Therefore, when he came across a small diner, it was only natural that he stop in.
The diner was decorated in a fifties style, and even the waitresses were dressed to match. It was like taking a time leap. Here in the carefree happiness, Gohan forgot his troubles, and was lost in the soft beat music. "Sir, can I help you?" Gohan looked around dazed, in front of him was a young waitress. "Sir?" Gohan was so entranced by this place he didn't realize he was still standing in front of the door. "Sir, are you ok?" Gohan nodded his head.
"Yes, I'm fine, I'll just have a seat at the bar counter."
This was more to reassure himself rather than the waitress. The waitress shook her head, and went about her daily business.
Gohan sat on one of the blue plastic stools and ordered a coffee and muffin. He sat, trying to think about what his dream meant. Had it meant something at all, or was it just his mind playing cruel tricks with his thoughts? Dreams did that sometimes. They took your thoughts and twisted them into a horrifying reality that was as far away from the truth as a Namek was from a Sayian. And that's what Gohan thought now, it was nothing more then a lie created by his own imagination. He was certain that he didn't kill Odori, but what about how she was killed? He knew that, at least he did in his dream. Gohan knew what he had to do. He had to find out what killed Odori. Then he could rest. He would find she was strangled or fired with a toaster and a bathtub, something like that. Not stabbed, not in the kitchen, and not with a rolling pin.
"Here sir, your coffee and your muffin." Gohan looked down. Suddenly, he wasn't very hungry. He took a few sips of the coffee and a couple bites from his muffin, then paid for them, and left.
Once he stepped outside, Gohan found his troubles again. And the one thing that bothered him the most now was that he couldn't remember anything about the night Odori was killed. All he knew was that he had gone to bed, after cleaning up the mess the guys had left, then laid down hoping Videl wasn't pregnant, even though he knew she was. He remembered falling asleep, but that was it. No dreams, no wake ups in the middle of the night, as far as he knew he had slept like a dead man.
Gohan gulped. 'Dead man? Why do I have to use words like that?'
Gohan blinked his eyes, realizing for the first time he was driving. He had been so caught up in his thoughts, he didn't even remember getting into the car.
'Come on Gohan, get a hold of yourself. You don't wanna end up a street pizza do you.'
'Yes, yes I do.'
Gohan shot up. 'Where the hell did that come from?'
'Come on Gohan stop kidding yourself, you know you want to die, you know it don't you?'
Gohan breathed deep, this voice he was hearing was not his own, but his father's, and it scared him. Why would his father say things like that? Sure he had gone a little mad over Odori, but that was normal.
"It's just my imagination. I'm just a little stressed that's all. Just a little stressed. That's not my dad's voice." He said out loud, as if doing so would make it true.
'Fine believe what you want. But I am real, and you do want to die. Do you know why? Why you want to die, Gohan?'
"Shut-up! I do not want to die!" Gohan pulled the car to the side of the road. He got out, and looked around, expecting to see some dark evil figure waiting for him.
'Still don't know? I'll tell you. You want to die because of what you did to Odori. You don't realize it yet, but you killed her. And there will be others.'
Gohan spun around searching for some unknown person. Someone playing a trick on him, messing with his head. Anyone, anything, just to prove he wasn't going insane.
"I didn't kill anyone. Why would I kill Odori? Or anyone else?"
The voice laughed. It sounded so much like Goku, that it ran chills up Gohan's back.
'Why? Because of the change. You hate change. You don't like that mommy and daddy split up. So you killed her, you little fucker! Now you've been bad, and you must be punished. So you must DIE!'
Gohan fell to his knees, the last word hung in his mind. He looked at his watch.
"Nine am."
Gohan remembered nothing more.
It was around ten-thirty when Gohan had finally came to. He was sitting on the couch watching television, and if that wasn't odd enough, he had found his eyes weren't even closed. They had been open. It was sort of like he just spaced out, and had gone about his business as usual. Videl entered the room, and sat down next to him.
"So, Gohan, is that all you got or are you saving your good stuff for tonight?"
Gohan blinked. What was she talking about? Then it occurred to him that he was in his boxers, and nothing else. Videl was dressed normally, but her hair was messy and her makeup a little smudgy. She looked like she had just been making out with some one. It took Gohan a few moments to realize that he was the one she was "with."
"Gohan, are you ok?"
Gohan nodded.
"I'm fine."
Videl left the room.
Gohan stared at the television, confused.
'Damn, how come I'm only a love machine when I blank out? That has got to stop.'
Gohan waited, expecting to hear that voice again. Nothing came.
Gohan now turned his attention to the TV. He flipped through, and stopped on a local news station.
~ A local Mental hospital burned down today, one patient is presumed dead. He placed here only yesterday, after his girlfriend was found…~
Gohan flipped past, he didn't care to hear how crazy other people were. He knew that all on his own. Gohan stopped when he came across a news report on Odori's murder.
~ Police suspect the ex-wife of Son Goku to be the killer. Twenty-six year- old, Odori Nelon was found dead Monday morning, with six stab wounds on her back and an apparent strike to the head. Experts say that Odori was stabbed then beaten with a large rolling pin, found at the crime scene…~
Gohan turned it off, he had been right. He knew how she was killed. Had he done it? Was it him?
'No, I didn't do it. It's impossible.'
Gohan heard the voice rise within him, laughing, mocking him.
'Oh, it's possible all right. She isn't the only one, is she Gohan?'
'What do you mean?'
Gohan found himself talking with this voice, forgetting how crazy he must be to even hear it let alone speak to it.
'You're about to find out, ring-ring, Gohan!"
Ring-Ring
Gohan jumped. It was the phone. He watched as Videl answered it. He almost wanted to stop her, to tell her what had just happened, but something in him said that he would sound crazy, and crazy people can't do anything to stop a murder.
"Hello?"
Videl had answered the phone.
"Oh…Oh my God. No…is Vegeta all right? Ok…no I haven't seen her. I'll call if I do…Ok. Bye."
Videl hung up the phone, and put her hand to her mouth. She walked toward Gohan, to give him the news.
"Videl what is it?"
Gohan knew he didn't need to ask, someone was dead. All he needed to know was who, and that he was pretty sure he knew all ready. How he knew this, he couldn't explain, but he did. He knew who was killed, how they were killed, and he even knew who the cops suspected. Who, he further, knew was innocent.
"Gohan, Dominique was found dead, this afternoon, they say it happed at about nine-fifteen. Gohan, they think Bulma is responsible."
Gohan nodded his head; this was not new to him. He had known what had happened before Videl hung up the phone, it just came to him. Like some horrible nightmare, that you know is coming, but there's nothing you can do about it. So now, two were dead, Gohan had no idea who was responsible. The cops thought it was Bulma, the voice in Gohan's head said that he had done it and Videl though Chichi was responsible. How he knew that was a mystery. Videl had said nothing about it, but he knew it just the same. She thought Chichi had done it, but Gohan knew that Bulma would be the one convicted. Yet another bit of information, he had picked up from who-knows-where.
Gohan had slept little after that dream, and had decided to go for an early morning drive. Long ago Gohan had found that he liked driving much more than flying. When he was driving he didn't have to do any actual work, and the radio did help take his mind off things. Things like strange nightmares. It was only seven in the morning, and Gohan still had not eaten anything. Therefore, when he came across a small diner, it was only natural that he stop in.
The diner was decorated in a fifties style, and even the waitresses were dressed to match. It was like taking a time leap. Here in the carefree happiness, Gohan forgot his troubles, and was lost in the soft beat music. "Sir, can I help you?" Gohan looked around dazed, in front of him was a young waitress. "Sir?" Gohan was so entranced by this place he didn't realize he was still standing in front of the door. "Sir, are you ok?" Gohan nodded his head.
"Yes, I'm fine, I'll just have a seat at the bar counter."
This was more to reassure himself rather than the waitress. The waitress shook her head, and went about her daily business.
Gohan sat on one of the blue plastic stools and ordered a coffee and muffin. He sat, trying to think about what his dream meant. Had it meant something at all, or was it just his mind playing cruel tricks with his thoughts? Dreams did that sometimes. They took your thoughts and twisted them into a horrifying reality that was as far away from the truth as a Namek was from a Sayian. And that's what Gohan thought now, it was nothing more then a lie created by his own imagination. He was certain that he didn't kill Odori, but what about how she was killed? He knew that, at least he did in his dream. Gohan knew what he had to do. He had to find out what killed Odori. Then he could rest. He would find she was strangled or fired with a toaster and a bathtub, something like that. Not stabbed, not in the kitchen, and not with a rolling pin.
"Here sir, your coffee and your muffin." Gohan looked down. Suddenly, he wasn't very hungry. He took a few sips of the coffee and a couple bites from his muffin, then paid for them, and left.
Once he stepped outside, Gohan found his troubles again. And the one thing that bothered him the most now was that he couldn't remember anything about the night Odori was killed. All he knew was that he had gone to bed, after cleaning up the mess the guys had left, then laid down hoping Videl wasn't pregnant, even though he knew she was. He remembered falling asleep, but that was it. No dreams, no wake ups in the middle of the night, as far as he knew he had slept like a dead man.
Gohan gulped. 'Dead man? Why do I have to use words like that?'
Gohan blinked his eyes, realizing for the first time he was driving. He had been so caught up in his thoughts, he didn't even remember getting into the car.
'Come on Gohan, get a hold of yourself. You don't wanna end up a street pizza do you.'
'Yes, yes I do.'
Gohan shot up. 'Where the hell did that come from?'
'Come on Gohan stop kidding yourself, you know you want to die, you know it don't you?'
Gohan breathed deep, this voice he was hearing was not his own, but his father's, and it scared him. Why would his father say things like that? Sure he had gone a little mad over Odori, but that was normal.
"It's just my imagination. I'm just a little stressed that's all. Just a little stressed. That's not my dad's voice." He said out loud, as if doing so would make it true.
'Fine believe what you want. But I am real, and you do want to die. Do you know why? Why you want to die, Gohan?'
"Shut-up! I do not want to die!" Gohan pulled the car to the side of the road. He got out, and looked around, expecting to see some dark evil figure waiting for him.
'Still don't know? I'll tell you. You want to die because of what you did to Odori. You don't realize it yet, but you killed her. And there will be others.'
Gohan spun around searching for some unknown person. Someone playing a trick on him, messing with his head. Anyone, anything, just to prove he wasn't going insane.
"I didn't kill anyone. Why would I kill Odori? Or anyone else?"
The voice laughed. It sounded so much like Goku, that it ran chills up Gohan's back.
'Why? Because of the change. You hate change. You don't like that mommy and daddy split up. So you killed her, you little fucker! Now you've been bad, and you must be punished. So you must DIE!'
Gohan fell to his knees, the last word hung in his mind. He looked at his watch.
"Nine am."
Gohan remembered nothing more.
It was around ten-thirty when Gohan had finally came to. He was sitting on the couch watching television, and if that wasn't odd enough, he had found his eyes weren't even closed. They had been open. It was sort of like he just spaced out, and had gone about his business as usual. Videl entered the room, and sat down next to him.
"So, Gohan, is that all you got or are you saving your good stuff for tonight?"
Gohan blinked. What was she talking about? Then it occurred to him that he was in his boxers, and nothing else. Videl was dressed normally, but her hair was messy and her makeup a little smudgy. She looked like she had just been making out with some one. It took Gohan a few moments to realize that he was the one she was "with."
"Gohan, are you ok?"
Gohan nodded.
"I'm fine."
Videl left the room.
Gohan stared at the television, confused.
'Damn, how come I'm only a love machine when I blank out? That has got to stop.'
Gohan waited, expecting to hear that voice again. Nothing came.
Gohan now turned his attention to the TV. He flipped through, and stopped on a local news station.
~ A local Mental hospital burned down today, one patient is presumed dead. He placed here only yesterday, after his girlfriend was found…~
Gohan flipped past, he didn't care to hear how crazy other people were. He knew that all on his own. Gohan stopped when he came across a news report on Odori's murder.
~ Police suspect the ex-wife of Son Goku to be the killer. Twenty-six year- old, Odori Nelon was found dead Monday morning, with six stab wounds on her back and an apparent strike to the head. Experts say that Odori was stabbed then beaten with a large rolling pin, found at the crime scene…~
Gohan turned it off, he had been right. He knew how she was killed. Had he done it? Was it him?
'No, I didn't do it. It's impossible.'
Gohan heard the voice rise within him, laughing, mocking him.
'Oh, it's possible all right. She isn't the only one, is she Gohan?'
'What do you mean?'
Gohan found himself talking with this voice, forgetting how crazy he must be to even hear it let alone speak to it.
'You're about to find out, ring-ring, Gohan!"
Ring-Ring
Gohan jumped. It was the phone. He watched as Videl answered it. He almost wanted to stop her, to tell her what had just happened, but something in him said that he would sound crazy, and crazy people can't do anything to stop a murder.
"Hello?"
Videl had answered the phone.
"Oh…Oh my God. No…is Vegeta all right? Ok…no I haven't seen her. I'll call if I do…Ok. Bye."
Videl hung up the phone, and put her hand to her mouth. She walked toward Gohan, to give him the news.
"Videl what is it?"
Gohan knew he didn't need to ask, someone was dead. All he needed to know was who, and that he was pretty sure he knew all ready. How he knew this, he couldn't explain, but he did. He knew who was killed, how they were killed, and he even knew who the cops suspected. Who, he further, knew was innocent.
"Gohan, Dominique was found dead, this afternoon, they say it happed at about nine-fifteen. Gohan, they think Bulma is responsible."
Gohan nodded his head; this was not new to him. He had known what had happened before Videl hung up the phone, it just came to him. Like some horrible nightmare, that you know is coming, but there's nothing you can do about it. So now, two were dead, Gohan had no idea who was responsible. The cops thought it was Bulma, the voice in Gohan's head said that he had done it and Videl though Chichi was responsible. How he knew that was a mystery. Videl had said nothing about it, but he knew it just the same. She thought Chichi had done it, but Gohan knew that Bulma would be the one convicted. Yet another bit of information, he had picked up from who-knows-where.
